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"Come for me again, lioness. Your pussy feels so good. Come for me. Bathe my cock with your juices," he said against her ear. |
"Fuck! Harder, Draco. Fuck me harder!" she begged. |
He could feel the fluttering of her impending orgasm around his cock. He drove harder into her causing her head to knock against the wall. He adjusted the angle of his hips and ground his pelvis against her sensitive clit as he pounded hard into her. |
"Fuck yes, Draco!" she screamed. |
He felt the walls of her pussy clench down on his cock as she screamed her orgasm. He plunged harder into her driving her orgasm higher as he emptied himself into her. |
"Hermione!" he shouted as he followed her over the edge. |
He collapsed on the bench before his legs gave out. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest and his breaths came out as pants in the steamy air. Hermione was panting just as heavily above him. Her limp body draped over him. He brushed her damp curls aside and kissed her as the aftershocks of her orgasm around his softening cock made him jump. |
"You're so amazing," he said against her lips. |
Until her, until that first time they'd made love, he didn't know that sex could be this amazing. |
"I wish we could stay in bed all day and do this," she said blissfully. |
"Me too, my lioness," he said, "Technically, we're not in bed though." |
His stomach decided at that moment to growl and remind him that they were also not at breakfast like they were supposed to be. Hermione giggled at him and swung herself off him, gasping as his cock slid free. He rinsed himself off then took the sprayer down and he rinsed her sex off with the water hitting his hand cupped against her so that the spray wouldn't irritate her abused flesh. |
She handed him a towel to dry himself off as she towel-dried her hair then wrapped it up in another towel and warmed that one with her wand. She left the warming towel on her hair and dried herself off. Draco watched with mounting desire as she spread lotion across her skin. She caught his look in the mirror as she worked the lotion into her breasts. She teased him by playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. |
"Minx," he said, closing the distance between them and taking the place of her hands, "I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you again but I know you're going to be sore from our shower escapade." He'd been rough on her and he didn't want to hurt her by going again so soon before she could recover. |
She leaned back into him as he played with her nipples, the warm towel resting on his shoulder. "I have some cream. I'll be fine in a few hours," she said, "Let's get dressed and get you fed before you get all hangry." |
Draco reluctantly released her and stepped away, kissing her softly, before he walked into their closet to get dressed. He set out his clothes for the day; boxers, socks, dark denim jeans, gray long-sleeve button-down shirt, and a sapphire sweater. |
He was just tying his boots up when Hermione walked in gloriously naked with her hair in soft chestnut curls around her shoulders. He stayed on the bench in the middle of the closet as he watched her gather her own clothing for the day. Matching green lace bra and knickers were pulled out of the drawer and set on the bench beside him. He ran his hand down her backside as she walked by him. She handed him a pair of acid wash jeans and a hunter green sweater. A silky soft green camisole was pulled out of a drawer along with a pair of socks. |
"So beautiful," he said when she sat down on his leg. |
He handed her knickers to her, enjoying this part of their morning ritual. They'd learned earlier this week not to try to get dressed at the same time if they wanted to leave the room. She stood up pulling on her lace knickers and he handed her bra to her and turned her so he could press kisses along the waistband of her knickers. Hermione turned into his embrace as she snapped close the front closure of her bra. He buried his face in between her breasts, humming in pleasure. She ran her hand down his face and backed away from him, pulling her camisole on over her head. |
"What are your plans for today?" she asked, looking down at him. |
"I thought I would start working with Minerva on flying this morning," Draco said, smiling at the thought, "What are you planning on doing today?" |
"After breakfast, I'm going to Diagon Alley with your mother to do some Christmas shopping. I thought I'd take Rose and Scorpius with me," Hermione said as she sat down beside him on the bench and pulled on her socks and shoes. |
He ran the palm of his hand down her back. She wanted to spend the morning with his son. He hadn't even suggested it yesterday. She asked him if she could take Scorpius with her. |
She stood up and took his hand and they made their way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the dining room. Scorpius, Minerva, and Rose were still gathered around the dining table eating their breakfast in their pajamas. From the looks of things, they had started breakfast right before Hermione and Draco walked in. Hermione walked around the left side of the table dropping a kiss on Minerva's head then Scorpius, telling them good morning. She continued walking around the table and kissed Rose good morning before sitting in the chair Draco was holding out for her. |
Draco sat down in his own chair and levitated the dishes of food over to him. He quirked an inquiring brow at Hermione. |
She answered his query by saying, "I'm famished this morning, Draco, and it will be a long day." |
Draco took that to mean she wanted to fill up before the day began. He filled her plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns. He levitated her plate over to her before filling a bowl of fresh fruit for her. Scorpius came over with a cup of coffee and set it down beside Hermione and set another beside Draco. |
"Minerva told me how you like your coffee," Scorpius said. |
Hermione placed a hand on his cheek, "Thank you, dear." |
Draco stopped Scorpius with a hand on his shoulder before he sat back down, "Thank you, buddy. Good job." |
Scorpius sat down looking a little pink around the ears. Everyone ate quietly for a while. The clang of silverware on plates the only noise in the room. Draco opened up the paper and turned to the gossip and society pages as had become his habit over the last several months. He smiled down at the pictures he found. |
The mysterious journalist had managed to capture a picture of them leaving the train station. The three children walking side by side. Scorpius talking to Minerva over Rose's head and those absurd blinking antlers. Rose rotating her attention between the two. Hermione and Draco were walking behind them, arms around each other, with similar expressions of happiness. |
Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy reunited with their children today as they picked them up from the train station for the start of Christmas vacation. From the happy expressions on the children's faces, we can assume that their parents" new relationship is not causing the children any unhappiness. |
Ron Weasley was not seen on the platform for the arrival of the train to greet his three children that were there. Lavender Brown picked up her eldest and the two quickly left the platform. |
Ginny and Harry Potter were there to pick up their son, James. The Potters have been seen quite frequently in the company of Draco Malfoy and his fellow Slytherins, which makes us wonder about the state of his friendship with his brother-in-law, Ron Weasley. Has the Golden Trio broken up to form a new group, leaving Ron Weasley out in the cold? Only time will tell. |
"Hmm..." Draco said, sipping his coffee. |
Hermione shot him an interested look and Draco handed the section over to her. He watched her as she took in the picture and article. A slight smile played across her face as she read. She frowned at one part, then quirked an eyebrow at another. She set the article down and took a sip of coffee as well. |
Scorpius and Minerva were watching Hermione. The paper seemed to be something they were interested in now. Hermione caught them watching her and wordlessly passed them the paper. Minerva took it and set it between her and Scorpius to read. |
Minerva looked up from the article commenting, "I didn't even see Fred when we arrived." |
"He was behind you when you got off the train," Draco said to her, "He wasn't walking with anyone else." |
"That's because he doesn't have any friends," Scorpius said matter-of-factly, then went back to eating his breakfast. |
"That's sad," Hermione said quietly. |
"Sad!" Minerva screeched, looking at her mother in disbelief. |
"Yes, Minerva. Sad. It's sad that he's at school away from his family and he hasn't got any friends. It's incredibly lonely being so far away from your family and no one will talk to you," Hermione said to her daughter. |
Scorpius seemed to decide that his plate of food was incredibly interesting rather than joining in on this conversation. |
"No one wants to talk to him because he was an arrogant prat. He called Scorpius "Death Eater scum" on the train to school. He made fun of my hair and tripped me in the Great Hall before the Sorting started. James got into a fight with him right after he tripped me," Minerva raged at her mother. |
"Minerva, you will learn throughout your life that people act a certain way for a great many reasons. I'm not excusing what he did. He owes you both an apology for his behavior. Since you will be going over to his home to visit your father, I hope that you will at least not be openly hostile," Hermione said calmly to her daughter, looking across the table and continuing to sip her coffee while being glared at. |
In that moment, she reminded him of his mother. His mother was rarely ever one to shout. He or his father would rage around her while she calmly told them they were wrong or they were expected to behave a certain way and just sip her tea while they raged. It always worked. She always got them to fall in line, but his mother always knew when to pick her battles too. |
"As long as you're not expecting me to be friends with him," Minerva said mulishly. |
Hermione smiled slightly. If Draco hadn't been watching her, he would've missed it. "I wouldn't dream of telling you who to be friends with." |
Draco passed Hermione the rest of the paper to read. Rose was happily eating her breakfast and sipping her juice, completely oblivious to the tension around her. Scorpius seemed to think it was safe to look up from his plate without being drawn into the conflict between mother and daughter. |
Draco took a sip of coffee and looked at Minerva, "Are you ready to begin your flying lessons, Minerva?" |
Minerva took a gulp of her juice and nodded. She went from looking upset with her mother to looking nervous in a split second. Draco understood her nervousness. |
"We'll start with broom identification today as well as care and maintenance. If you're comfortable after that we'll start on safety lessons in the park," Draco continued. |
"Okay, that sounds good," Minerva said looking a little more confident. |
"Don't worry, Minerva. My dad's the best at teaching flying," Scorpius said, looking at Minerva. |
"Yeah, Minnie, Daddy teacheded me to fly. I can catch a snitch," Rose said from across the table. |
"Taught," Hermione corrected, "Daddy taught you to fly." |
"Scorpius," Hermione said, "would you like to come with us to Diagon Alley today?" |
"Yeah, could you help me pick out some things for my friends?" Scorpius said shyly. |
"Of course, dear. Nana Cissa should be here soon so let's get our breakfast finished up and go get dressed," Hermione said. |
The three children wolfed down the rest of their food and escaped the table. Draco could hear their laughter as they raced up the stairs. |
"He'll want to get jewelry for Florence. A simple beaded bracelet is fine, but nothing more extravagant," Draco said as soon as the children were out of earshot. |
"Jewelry for eleven-year-olds? That seems a bit much, Draco. Surely chocolates would be more appropriate," Hermione said. |
"I've been holding him off on buying jewelry for her for the last five years now. Plus, he's a Malfoy and my son. You know I tend to go a bit overboard. I filled the Potters" house with flowers because you didn't wear knickers to the ball at Ginny's suggestion," Draco said, grinning. |
Hermione laughed, "I can just imagine Harry's face seeing all those flowers. I wonder if Ginny told him why you sent them." |
His mother walked into the dining room just as they were getting up from the table. Hermione hugged her and Draco went over to kiss her on both cheeks. |
"Are you almost ready to go, Hermione?" his mother asked. |
"We're just waiting on Scorpius and Rose to finish getting ready. Scorpius wants to get presents for his friends. I've been warned not to let him go overboard," Hermione addressed his mother. |
"Yes, like father like son in this case," his mother said, looking fondly over at him. |
Scorpius came pounding down the stairs. Minerva and Rose were close on his heels. Draco helped Rose into her coat and handed Scorpius his. He took Hermione's over to her and helped her into it. They all walked into the drawing room. The little fairies swirled around the children when they walked in but were shooed back to the tree by Hermione and his mother. |
Floo powder was thrown into the fireplace and his mother stepped in with Scorpius and Rose. Draco kissed Hermione quickly before she stepped in after them and called out "The Leaky Cauldron." With a swirl they were gone, leaving him standing with Minerva. |
"Well, Minerva. Are you ready to start your lessons?" he asked the nervous girl. |
Time to bond with his future daughter. He held the door open for her and they walked out of the drawing room together. |
Draco led Minerva to a locked door under the stairs, "I assume you know the spell to unlock a door," gesturing at the door, encouraging her to give her magic a try. |
Minerva looked at the door, nodded, and pulled her wand out of her sleeve and said, "Alohamora." |
The door clicked open and Draco swung the door wide and turned on the light. Several brooms were locked up against the walls of the broom closet. Minerva walked in behind him and looked around the small room. The three walls were lined with brooms and a small cabinet standing on the wall beside the door filled with maintenance supplies for the brooms. Draco gestured to the bench in the middle of the room and Minerva sat down facing him, looking expectant. |
Draco took a deep breath, stood in front of Minerva, and started explaining brooms to her, "There are three types of brooms. Training brooms, transportation brooms, and racing brooms," gesturing at each wall as he named each type of broom. |
Draco took a broom off the wall that faced the door, sat down with it, and placed it between them on the bench, "This is a training broom. All the brooms on this wall are training brooms. They come in various sizes and speeds, depending on the age and experience of the rider. All training brooms are light in color," Draco said, indicating the light brown wood and bristles of the broom, "The darker the broom, the faster it goes," pointing across the closet to his Firebolt that was almost black, "Are you with me so far?" |
"Yes. The lighter the broom the slower it is. This broom here," Minerva said, pointing at the broom between them, "is a training broom. It appears to be slightly faster than that broom," pointing at the little broom, Rose's, hanging on the wall next to where he'd gotten hers, that was almost white, "but slower than the other training brooms, transportation brooms, and racing brooms." |
The girl was quick, just like her mother. In front of her was the slowest training broom for her age he could find. "Very good," he praised, "For now, you will be using this broom. As you become more comfortable, you'll work your way up to faster brooms. Any questions so far?" |
She nodded, looking at the brooms that lined the walls on either side of the bench, "What's the difference between transportation brooms and racing brooms? Why use a transportation broom instead of racing broom to get around?" |
Draco smiled encouragingly at her, glad that she was comfortable enough to ask him questions, "Transportation brooms have cushioning charms on them. They're meant to get you from point A to point B as safely and comfortably as possible. Racing brooms are meant to go fast. All the charms on a racing broom are designed to make it go faster. They aren't as comfortable and if you can help it, you don't travel long distances on a racing broom." |
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded as she took in his words, "That makes sense. Why all the different racing brooms? Why not just use the fastest?" she asked. |
Draco liked that she was interested in knowing about the different brooms and why they are used and what the purpose was for each model and type. Usually, he had to repeatedly get his pupil's attention and tell them the same thing over and over again. They always wanted the fastest too. It didn't matter to them the reason for choosing a slower broom for a purpose. |
He stood up and walked over to the wall of racing brooms, starting in the corner furthest from his own broom. He had multiples of the same broom with the exception of his own Firebolt. No one, besides him, in this house was able to control his broom. "These two brooms are the slowest of the racing brooms. They're best for keepers, some cushioning charms, and stability charms so the keeper can balance easier," Draco said, gesturing at two brown brooms. He walked a little further down and indicated the next four brooms, a shade darker than the previous brooms, "Can you guess what position these brooms would be for?" |
"Beaters," she replied, looking at the brooms. |
"That's right," he praised, "They're a little faster, less cushioning charms, but more stability charms, and a reinforced broomstick. They're meant to take a beating." |
Draco moved further down and gestured at the six darker brown brooms. |
"Chasers," Minerva said confidently before he could ask. |
Draco couldn't help but smile at her quick answer, "Good. They're almost as fast as seeker brooms. No cushioning charms. Some stability charms for catching and passing the ball. Streamlining to make it faster." |
He moved down to the two closest to his. "These are seeker brooms. You can use them to play any position. You can use any of these brooms to play any position but these are best suited to seekers. They have no cushioning charms, no stability charms, and are designed to streamline the broom and rider," Draco pointed at his broom, the almost black one, and leveled a serious look at her, "This is my broom. It's the fastest broom on the market. This broom has locks and wards on it that you won't be able to break. Don't take that as a challenge either," he cautioned, "I know you're your mother's daughter and very smart. As a responsible member of this household, it is your job to ensure that this room stays locked and that the brooms in here stay locked up." |
Minerva met his eye, looking very serious, and nodded her understanding, "I understand. Keep the room locked, lock up the broom I use, don't leave brooms lying around unlocked." |
"Good," Draco said, going over and unlocking a beater broom and sitting it down next to Minerva's training broom. |
He took out two cloths and a bottle of broom polish. He handed her a cloth and sat down across from her, straddling the bench. He poured some polish on his cloth and handed her the bottle. She mimicked him and sat there waiting for instruction. He started rubbing the handle of the broom and she followed his lead. |
"Part of riding a broom is taking care of it," he said, looking down at the broom handle, "The broom is a tool, like your wand. In order for them to work properly, you have to care for them properly. The broom handle needs to be polished regularly or it will crack and splinter." |
They sat there quietly polishing their brooms. Draco noticed Minerva kept looking up at him then back down. He waited patiently for her to gather the courage to say whatever was on her mind. |
"Umm...Draco?" Minerva said nervously. |
"Yes," he said, looking up at her. |
"Do you think my dad's a bad guy?" she asked in a rush, looking back down at her broom and focusing on polishing. |
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