Snow covered the grounds of Malfoy Manor, pristine and untouched. Hermione had watched it fall in the early morning hours as she sat up in bed. Draco's head rested on her chest, his ear pressed against where her heart laid. They were both naked and wrapped around each other, and Hermione wondered how many more mornings they'd have like this in the manor. Her fingers ran through his soft hair, bushing through each strand.
After their bodies were in contact for some time, his skin would become warm, finding an equilibrium between both of their temperatures. Just a small taste of what it would be like once he was human again.
But her counter curses hadn't been working. They weren't potent enough to remove the vampirism from even a single drop of Draco's blood. Though Astoria had kept her occupied throughout the day, she'd work late into the night testing and formulating everything she could.
"Excited for the bachelorette party, Granger?" Draco asked.
"Are you excited for the bachelor party?" she inquired in return.
"We've both never been much for social functions," he laughed softly. She felt the vibrations of his voice move through her like gentle waves. The way his laugh echoed in his chest made her pull him tighter.
Gently, she shook her head. "No, I think I'd rather much spend this snow day in bed with you and not surrounded by a gaggle of women who still have to refrain from calling me mudblood."
Draco looked up at her, his head still resting between her breasts. Pulling her hand up to his cheek, kissing it gently before he spoke. "I think I could spend the rest of my days alone with just you. Sometimes I do wish for that. To keep you to myself. You're so beautiful that I don't want anyone else's eyes on you, that's how insane you've driven me."
The monster hidden in the pit of her soul was trying to claw its way out, hearing the praise he was feeding her. If she didn't keep it chained, it's ego would have taken over her.
"Trying to steal me away again?" she teased.
"Yes. I'm so fucking obsessed with you that I have to stop myself from acting upon my every sick impulse to posses you," he grumbled.
Her monster was in her throat, gasping for breath, attempting every way to surface. She couldn't suppress it now, it was too strong. He was giving it everything it wanted. "Tell me Draco, how do you wish to possess me?"
"In every fucking way," he said desperately as he looked into her eyes.
"Tell me," she almost growled, her monster wanting to hear more.
He sat up, caging her under him, pressing his forehead against hers. "When you're being difficult, I want you on a fucking leash at my feet," he hissed in her face, his cold breaths sweeping against her cheeks.
"What about when I'm being good?" she asked in a low tone. His pupils were dilated as they looked at her face, scanning every inch until they landed on the spot they always did. Right at her lips.
"When you're good, I want to be on my knees for you," he said, leaning in to kiss her deeply. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she moaned softly. Letting him in came so easily now, she didn't second guess it any longer. "You're mine," he breathed into her mouth as his hand went to her throat, squeezing down softly, making her head light.
"I'm yours, Draco," she whispered, waiting for him to make do on his promises to possess her. All of her dignity had been stripped away. Never in her life would she have imagined wanting something so badly she would willingly make a fool of herself. She did everything he commanded, no matter how ridiculous or obscene it was. Wearing cum soaked panties in public, being tied up and fucked like an animal, calling herself a slut and a whore.
She genuinely wondered how far she could take it with him. It was as if she had a death wish every time they were intimate. The pain of him stretching her open coupled with his hips ramming into her thighs would be enough to send anyone to the hospital. But she loved it and wanted more. Every time he kissed her throat she wanted him to tear into her skin and drain her.
Hermione felt a sharp, fleeting pain in the middle of her bottom lip. Draco sucked at it, and she felt the blood rush from her. Moaning, whimpering his name, anything to get him to rile him.
"Merlin, I want fucking eat you," he grumbled before continuing to lap at her bleeding lip. His knee nudged between her legs, resting against her wet cunt. Silver eyes bore into her, making her entire body quiver, not knowing what to anticipate. "Tell me, baby. Are you going to be good or bad for me today?"
"What if I want to be a little naughty?" she asked, lowering her eyes. "What will you do to me if I'm bad?"
Draco smirked, shoving his knee further up into her, making her yelp. He leaned down and kissed her hard, pressing his nose into hers. It was harsh and passionate, leaving her breathless as she tasted the spearmint on his tongue.
"Then I'll have to put you in your place, won't I?" he said, squeezing down on her neck, his tongue licking up her cheek. She helplessly rubbed herself against his leg, feeling a jolt of pleasure with every movement of her hips. "Look at how fucking pathetic you look. Trying to get off on my leg like this. You look so fucking desperate."
A deep groan escaped Hermione's throat as she pressed harder onto his thigh, his cold muscles almost rippling against her. "I'm going to come," she choked out.
"Come on my leg. And after you do, I want you to lick it clean," he said, his eyes not leaving hers. The sides of her vision began to blur, losing her breath and teetering on the edge. As she felt herself nearing the edge, Draco's fingers pressed harder into her neck. The feeling of release every time she came for him was addicting. Every time it was a new high, and she thought she'd never get enough of it.
Draco rolled off of her, sitting up against the headboard, watching as she sat up, still shaking from pleasure. She got on her hands and knees, straddling over his long leg, licking her wetness off of his thigh while she looked in his eyes. His fingers laced into her hair, holding it tight to her skull.
His cock was twitching uncontrollably and precum leaking onto his abs. "You're such a dirty little slut. How does it taste? Do you taste good?"
Hermione nodded her head, licking further up his leg, getting closer to his throbbing length. Wrapping her fingers around it and tugging softly, she kissed and licked at the base of it, dragging her tongue over his balls.
"Fuck, just like that," he groaned. "Don't fucking stop."
"Do I make you feel good, Draco?" she asked him, stroking him with his own precum.
"Yes, baby," he replied, staring at her in awe. She had never had someone look at her with such lust and desire in their eyes. It was intoxicating, feeling wanted and being craved by someone so powerful and destructive. "I might come just by looking at your pretty fucking face."
Hermione licked up every inch of him, her hand still diligently pulling him closer to finishing. Draco sat up straight, stopping her for a moment as he turned her to face away from him. His arms hooked under her thighs, and he held her upside down, burning his face in her cunt. The blood rushed to her head as she slipped her lips over his cock, sucking the tip as she felt him sputter onto her clit, digging deep. He moved her up and down, using her throat to find his release.
Ecstasy. It was pure ecstasy to be upside down, completely handled by him, to feel his cum shooting down her throat, and to have his tongue fully inside her.
Draco rested her back onto the mattress as she tried to catch her breath. "Just a second, Tori," he called towards the door.
"Get dressed, you two. I'm coming in," Astoria said as the handle began to turn. Hermione pulled the sheets over herself, and Draco conjured a set of clothes over him before getting up from the bed. "It's not even six in the morning and I can hear the both of you from down the hall."
"And you still decided to come?" Draco smirked and shook his head.
"Figured you'd be done by the time I got down here. I'm slow, you know. Anyways, Hermione and I have errands to run before the party," she smiled.
"At six in the morning?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
Astoria huffed, sitting down on the chaise in front of the roaring fireplace. "We've got lots to do. Get party favors, decorate the house, set up the games. I'm sorry you don't have much to do as the best man, all you're doing is taking him to the pub. But as the maid of honor, I am taking my job seriously."
Hermione got up from bed, still wrapped in the sheet. "Let me shower and get ready, Astoria. I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes."
"I'm not leaving this room until you're ready to go. I don't trust that Draco won't make you late," she replied, giving a stink eye to the vampire.
Hermione and Astoria finished decorating the house in beautiful green banners and what had to be several dozen galleons worth of flowers. As they worked, Hermione had a few glasses of champagne, letting loose before guests would arrive. Draco had left her a few calming draughts in case she wanted them instead of drinking, but she didn't touch them. When she tasted the peppermint, it just reminded her too much of the pain she was forced to endure.
Usually, Hermione just sat quietly, listening to the chatter and laughter, only engaging in conversations when she was directly spoken to. She was surprised when Pansy didn't show up, but didn't ask if Astoria had invited her. Daphne had expressed her dislike of Pansy from very early on, knowing she was not to be trusted. But it didn't stop her from coming around, and she knew that Astoria was still in contact with her.
As Daphne opened her gifts, Hermione could only focus on the formulations of her counter curse. The ratios of each ingredient, the enchantments she was using, the temperature at which she was heating and cooling the mixture. She ran the different permutations of variables in her mind, rationing the items she had to ensure she would have enough.
"Looks like your gift from Hermione is next, Daph," Astoria said as Twinkle handed her the small wrapped item Hermione had gotten her.
Daphne unraveled the silver wrapping paper, revealing a beautifully bound leather book. Hermione had found it in the back section of Flourish and Blotts where the vintage, more valuable items were kept. So far, most of the gifts given to Daphne were things like lingerie, jewelry, and other expensive items that the rich socialites of the wizarding world had brought to impress. Hermione was worried she might not have cared to have gotten a book, but when Daphne saw the title, her eyes lit up.
"A History of Witches in Law," she read out loud, smiling. "It's in beautiful condition too. Thank you, Hermione. It's so lovely."
"You're so thoughtful, Hermione," Millicent chimed in.
Hermione gave a warm smile and blushed, glad to have gotten something that pleased Daphne, who seemed to have high standards for most things in life. And she couldn't deny that she actually had a good time.
The pub was much too noisy for Draco's enjoyment, but he forced himself to stay neutral, wanting to make sure his friend had a night to remember. He had rented the whole place that was packed full of all Theodore's friends and acquaintances, and a few more dozen people who he had likely never even spoken to. The drinks were flowing, tables were full of men gambling on cards, and overall a joyous mood was held despite everyone here being on the losing side of the war.
Everyone but he and Theodore, that is.
"Draco, my pal," Theodore slurred, his curly hair sweeping in front of his eyes and red in the cheeks. "You've outdone yourself."
"All I did was rent out a pub and hire some card dealers, Teddy. It's no big deal," Draco assured, taking a sip of his ale.
"Let's not get in too much trouble tonight, boys," Blaise chuckled. "Don't want to be in the doghouse again with the missus."
Goyle scoffed, "You're one to talk, you're the one who gets us into trouble, Zabini."
"Did you see the women dealing cards? It's almost as if Draco is tempting us," Blasie replied, eying a few of the women serving drinks and sitting at the tables.
"Let's just enjoy ourselves while we still can," Theodore said, ordering another round of drinks.
"What are you on about, Teddy?" Goyle grumbled.
"Can't you see it, Goyle? We're on the outs. Half of England has been reclaimed by the Order already," Theodore loudly said. "In a few months we'll all be in Azkaban."
Goyle glared at him, "Are you doubting the Dark Lord?"
"No, I'm not doubting anything. I'm just using my brain. You should consider trying to do that as well," Theodore spat back with a smug look on his face, making Draco smirk.
"It's no wonder why the Dark Lord chooses not to trust you or Malfoy anymore. Always failing, always doubting, and with the Greengrasses? What side are you on, Theodore?" Goyle inquired, his chest puffed out to make himself seem bigger. He had always been a zealot, the entirety of the Goyle clan had always been. Draco always saw him as just a follower, never being able to develop his own personality outside of mirroring those around him.
"Calm down, Goyle," Blaise urged. "This isn't the time or place."
"No matter how hard you suck his cock, he'll never respect you, Gregory. Remember that," Theodore retorted, the alcohol making him brazen. Usually he was too nice for his own good, but Draco enjoyed it when he actually spoke his mind.
"Is that so?" Goyle said, his eyes turning red. "Then why's he telling me things he ain't planning on telling you?"
Draco caught a glimpse of his thoughts, but Goyle's Occlumency was strong. But he saw all he needed to as it flashed in the forefront of his mind. The last horcrux. The final piece of the puzzle. The Dark Lord actually told Goyle where it was? Or did he have it?
"It can't be that fucking important if he's telling you," Blaise laughed.
Goyle shook his head, taking a sharp breath. "When we win the war, you'll see."
Voldemort had really trusted Goyle with the information over himself? Draco was almost offended by that notion. After everything he had endured for him, Goyle was now the keeper of secrets? He was paranoid, spreading information out, ensuring that no one in his ranks had all of the power over him. Though Draco believed that he was playing the Dark Lord like a fiddle, he underestimated the level of paranoia and fear that had consumed him.
Draco raised his pint, thinking of all the ways to extract the information from Goyle's mind, "To Teddy becoming a married man and Goyle being the Dark Lord's new favorite pet."