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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45430 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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A:N/ And now, more of the tomfoolery as well as some Draco/OC lemonade!

"Why the long face, Draco?" Lucius smirked, looking at his son. "Do you miss your witch already?

Lucius was ensconced in his study with Draco and Severus, each wizard lounging around with a glass of brandy.

"Very funny, Father," Draco smirked back, taking a sip of his drink. "I walked past the room, and all I heard was shouting and screaming. I think it was laughter, but it nearly sounded like someone was being Crucio'd."

"Ah, the sound of a gaggle of young witches in the throes of hen night," Severus droned, picking out his favorite nuts from the dish in front of him. "I nearly brewed an entire cauldron of a hangover potion for Miss Granger. Something told me it would come in handy."

"Yes. Merlin knows they've already started tearing through the Champagne," Lucius mused, remembering after a mere hour into the party that Tipsy came to ask him where she could find more bottles.

"So, how are things with the young lady?" Severus asked his godson. "Well, I presume, as your father hasn't been complaining about your usual antics as of late."

"Quite well, actually," Draco replied, trying to hide the smile on his face. "Godfather, maybe you should sneak into Ginny's hen party. I heard one of her friends saying she could use a decent shag. How about it?"

Lucius nearly spat out his brandy, unable to reign in his laughter. Severus shook his head, his focus still on the dish of nuts. "I'd turn those young witches from the inside out. They'd be on the hunt for me in daylight with a torch."

Draco's mouth fell open as he looked across at his godfather, whom returned his flummoxed look with a haughty smirk.

"You'll get there one day, Draco," Severus continued.

"All right, enough of this!" Tabitha's voice rang out. "Hermione, d'you have an owl I can borrow? I have just the bloke in mind to get this little do going."

"No! No stripper!" Ginny shouted. "Remember what happened last time?"

"What happened?" Tonks asked with widened lavender eyes, unaware that she was leaning over expectantly. The French witch next to her also gravitated forward, eager to hear the story.

"Oh!" Trisha shouted, falling completely off the sofa. She laughed herself red in face, tears pouring from both eyes. "We had a game in Ireland, at which I should add we did a corking job. So after handing those girls their arses we decided to do a little celebrating," she began.

"Haha! Isn't that when Ginny-" Janice interrupted.

"Shut it you! I'm telling the bleeding story here," Trisha snapped. "Anyway, the locals told us about this little strip club. It was a bit crap inside but the food was all right. Well, we were bored after eating and were nearly ready to go when a few of the ladies told us to stick around."

Janice immediately grew excited again, writhing about in her seat. "Hurry up, Trisha. Tell them about-"

"If you interrupt me one more time I'm going to throw my bunny cat ears at you, Janice!" Trisha threatened, rolling her green eyes.

"As I was saying, the first few blokes that came out were all right, but blimey! The last one, the pièce de résistance, was this tall, sinewy man with a chest so muscled you'd want to lick cream off it, and an arse so tight thoughts of swatting it haunted your dreams!"

The entire room broke out into laughter, all except Ginny. "Yes, and he looked like my brother Bill!" she wailed despondently, causing her friends to laugh uproariously.

"Oh, did he," Tabitha purred, practically licking her lips. "That fit, ginger specimen of a man. Ginny, you have to admit your brother is gorgeous."

Hermione gave an embarrassed laugh and looked over at Fleur. With her reserved nature she'd been quiet for the most part but after a glass of Champagne even she'd grown relaxed. Her face was flushed pink and her voice rang out in tinkling laughter, not offended in the least bit at Ginny's mates lusting over her husband.

"You slag, that's my brother you're talking about!" Ginny said, unable to keep from laughing.

Hermione and Luna shared a furtive look, then turned away quickly. When they had a brief stay at Shell Cottage, the two were desperate for a bit of nonsensical banter after their horrendous ordeal. They'd talked about which wizards they thought were attractive, and Bill ranked high up on both of their lists.

"You lot are rubbish at telling stories," Anna cut in. "So we'd all had our chance to dance with the bloke, shame I can't remember his name. I nearly shoved half my earnings into his g-string! But Miss Ginny over here sat in a corner sulking with the damndest look on her face!"

"Yes and then you evil witches sent him over to me, and he rubbed his dangly bits round on my knee!" Ginny interjected. "I tried to make him stop but he wouldn't, and he yanked me up from my stool! I was nearly arse over elbows when he slung me over his shoulder like I was a bleeding rucksack."

"You lucky little tart," Tabitha sighed. "I can't wait till we play Ireland again. I'd love to show that ginger bloke a couple of my own spells."

"You lot need to go shag something or rub one out," Ginny said petulantly over their laughter.

"Well we are trying to Ginny, but you're being difficult!" Tabitha retorted.

"Fine then! Go owl your damn stripper, and he'd better not have red hair!" the guest of honor shouted.

"Yay!" Tabitha screamed, jumping up unsteadily from her place.

The rest of Ginny's teammates buzzed excitedly at the thought of male entertainment. Only did the noise draw to a silent buzzing when an airy voice rang out.

"What's a stripper?" Luna asked, her blue eyes shining innocently.

Multiple pairs of eyes swiveled in her direction, looking at the young witch with incredulity.

"Do you really not know what a stripper is, love?" Willow asked kindly.

"No," Luna answered unperturbed as she fiddled with her bracelet. "What do they do?"

The girls began giggling, knowing that the already lively evening was going to become livelier.

"You'll find out soon enough, love," Adrienne reassured, patting Luna on the shoulder.

"All right, ladies! The entertainment should be here in twenty minutes!" Tabitha said, peering down at the parchment that Hermione's owl brought back. "And don't worry Ginny, he has dark hair just like your fiancé, so you should approve," she added wickedly.

Ginny's face glowed at the suggestive comment, but her mates continued with their taunting.

"All day on the Quidditch pitch during practice, we hear 'Harry this,' and 'Harry that," Janice told everyone.

The girls began making kissing noises, pretending to swoon over one another.

"All right, you drunken slags. That's enough of taking the piss at me," Ginny grumbled.

Hermione, Tonks, Alyvya and Fleur were still dissolved into fits of giggling. Luna, however, still sat playing with her bracelet, eyeing the rest of the girls with slight amusement.

"So Ginny, do you think Harry is enjoying his stag party?" Trisha asked

"Do you think his mates took him to a strip club?" Tabitha added, a gleam in her eye.

"Most likely," Ginny answered lightly, crossing her legs and readjusting her veil neatly over her hair. "It's not as if I'm worried. I've done things to Harry that would make even a stripper blush," she continued with a smug countenance.

"Ginny!" Hermione yelped."Ugh, I wish I could Obliviate that imagery from my head!"

"Sorry, love," Ginny smirked, winking a brown eye in her direction. "I had to do it."

After her mates had been neatly put back into their places, everyone helped themselves to more Champagne as they waited for their entertainment's arrival.

Ten minutes later a loud knock came at the door. Janice took one last swig of Champagne before setting her flute down and dashing over to the door.

"Blimey, Tabby! I didn't know you got two strippers!" she chortled raucously after flinging the door open.

"What in ruddy hell are you going on about?" Tabitha retorted, peeking over Anna's shoulder. "I only sent for one! How many men can you slags handle?"

Hermione's eyebrows were raised high on her head and she got to her feet, trying to look over towards the door. She saw Draco standing there, his grey eyes round as saucers with blatant nervousness.

"Ooh baby! Now that's what you call a wizard!" Adrienne jeered as she bounced in place, nearly turning over her half filled glass flute.

"She's got a point there," Janice said breathily, peering down at the handsome, pale blonde wizard. "How about it then, love? Fancy a game of 'Hide the Wand?"

Draco looked horrified, feeling akin to the last piece of meat in a lions' den, beneath the scrutiny of the voluptuous witch that was more than a head taller than him.

Hermione, Ginny, and Alyvya were shrieking loudly with laughter at the expression on Draco's face. He was furtively looking towards them for a way out, and then back to Janice whom was still eyeing him up and down, her eyes clouded with lust and Champagne.

"All right, ladies! This one is mine," Alyvya chirped, standing up from the sofa and walking over to Draco.

The younger Malfoy looked weak with relief when she began walking over to him. Draco hastily took Alyvya by the hand and led her out to the hallway.

"You. In," he said gruffly to the tall, over muscled shaggy haired wizard clad in full Quidditch attire that had been lurking by the doorway. He gave Draco a crooked grin before cockily sauntering into the room, causing the witches to shriek in delight, the sound soon muffled by the closing door.

"Those witches are mad as a hatter!" Draco gasped, still traumatized by the catcalls and obscene leers from the group of women. "They're completely nutters!"

Alyvya was still laughing when she wrapped her arms around Draco and pulled him closer. "Well, we can safely say that if there was ever a time you doubted your looks, Ginny's mates would be disinclined to agree with you."

"Damn, is that who they were?" he spluttered. "I'll never look at any women's Quidditch players the same way after tonight."

"Oh Draco, they're just having a bit of fun," Alyvya said consolingly, running her fingers through his soft hair.

Despite having to bend over slightly, Draco's body grew relaxed against Alyvya's, his head nestled into her warm neck.

"Don't worry, I won't let the naughty witches frighten you," she teased, her fingers fluttering over the nape of his neck.

"Laugh all you want, but that lot is bloody well two sandwiches short of a picnic," he grumbled into her shoulder. He sighed heavily before pulling himself upright. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on Alyvya's lips. "You taste like Champagne," Draco chuckled. "Hermione really went all out, I see."

"Yes," Alyvya agreed. "Everyone is enjoying themselves."

"That's good," he continued. "Are you going to stay with them tonight? Or do you want to come back to my room?"

Alyvya mused over Draco's question, remembering the vials that Hermione covertly slipped her earlier before the hen party started. She'd also invited all of the guests to stay overnight at the manor, with the plan of having a breakfast together before the wedding. Hermione told Alyvya there was a room set aside for her if she chose to use it.

"I'll come stay with you tonight," she answered.

"You're not too pissed right now, are you?" Draco asked. "I don't want to show up later and make an arse of myself because this is the Champagne talking and not you."

Alyvya shook her head, laughing slightly. "I didn't have as many glasses as the other girls," she reassured. "I prefer to pace myself, keep a level head, that sort of thing."

"All right. I'll come round to collect you once the malarkey is done with."

Alyvya nodded her head, tilting her head up for one last kiss. Before she was able to walk back into the room, Draco asked if she needed him to cast a protective charm first.

Still laughing and shaking her head, Alyvya walked back into the room. Hermione, Fleur and Tonks were still sitting together on the sofa. The rest of the girls were standing around in a broken circle.

Alyvya walked closer to find the male dancer clad in a tiny pair of silver, shiny underpants exposing his firm, chiseled body. Everyone was screaming with laughter, Ginny the loudest and she soon found out why.

Luna was in the middle of the circle, using both arms to hang onto the stripper's bulging biceps, and he was easily lifting her dangling form up and down. She had both legs bent behind her, the tips of her scraggly blonde hair nearly tickling the soles of her trainers. Above all, she was beaming up at the dancer as if she was a child being given a ride on a pony at a fair.

The dark haired wizard's stage name was The Stunner, his first name Ailen as Alyvya later found out, was smiling back down at Luna as if she was a little puppy.

"Thank you," she softly told him after he was done.

"Anytime," he'd replied, bringing Luna's hand up to his mouth and kissing it. He winked at her before releasing her hand, causing a blush to cover Luna's entire face.

"D'you know what a stripper is now?" Willow asked her gleefully, chortling when she saw the bashful smile on the witch's face.

Luna was still smiling when she took her place on the sofa next to Hermione.

"Poor girl's never going to be the same again," Tonks commented with a chuckle after looking into her face.

The rest of the girls were now clustered around Ailen, doing their raunchiest impressions of a bump and grind. Along the way, Ginny's pink feathered veil ended up on top of his head, and he was a good sport about it. Still clad in his miniature underpants and Ginny's veil, he hoisted the redheaded witch up on his back and was now toting her around the room with a trail of witches laughing and clapping behind them.

"You idiots!" Ginny shrieked with laughter, clutching her arms tightly around Ailen's shoulders. "Hey, my best friend needs a dance!" she exclaimed, wrenching one hand loose to point in direction of the occupied sofa.

"Which one is she?" Aiden asked.

"She's the witch wearing blue; the one that looks like she wants to hex me," she replied merrily, seeing the glowering look on her friend's face.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "Have you gone completely mad? I think you're forgetting something," she continued, gesturing towards her stomach.

"Oh don't pay her any mind," Ginny replied lightly. "She's the one that threw me this wonderful hen party, and she needs a dance. Come on love! Don't be shy!" she chirped.

Ailen walked over to Hermione, the grinning and inebriated redhead still clinging to his back like a rucksack.

Ginny climbed down and wavered slightly on her feet. She walked over to Hermione and weakly tugged on her arm.

"Come on, Hermione," she said breathlessly. "One little dance won't hurt."

"Yes, come on Hermione," Ailen echoed with a cheeky grin. "Besides, pregnant women are attractive. Just don't tell your wizard I said so."

"You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight," Hermione growled at Ginny, allowing Ailen to pull her up.

Hermione felt uneasy being so close to another half naked wizard that wasn't Lucius. It was a few minutes later that she realized he wasn't doing any of his risqué moves that he'd performed with Ginny and her mates. Ailen was careful where he put his hands, easily twirling Hermione around until she burst out into giggles.

Luna was watching the two with rapt attention, giggling herself when Ailen winked at her after he'd caught her eye. When he was finished dancing with Hermione, he thanked her and politely led her back to her seat.

"That was so embarrassing!" she yelped, hiding her flaming face in her hands. Alyvya, Tonks and Fleur were laughing at her discomfiture, until Ailen stepped forward and pulled Alyvya and Tonks up and sandwiched himself between them.

It was Hermione's turn to laugh, watching the two awkwardly trying to avoid brushing against his protruding dangly bits. It wasn't an easy feat as it kept flopping about in the miniature underpants with every thrust of his hips.

Tabitha, Anna and the others were doubled over with laughter. Willow nearly sprayed everyone next to her with Champagne and had one hand clamped down over her mouth.

Ailen soon returned the two back to the sofa, his brown eyes focused on Fleur.

"Non!" she chirped, her blue eyes widening when she found herself being swept off the sofa and twirled about by the nearly starkers wizard.

"I am so glad he wasn't dressed as an Auror," Tonks nearly shrieked, her hair a bright shade of magenta. "I don't think I'd be able to return to work with a straight face!"

"I am so glad your mum decided to stay home!" Hermione furiously whispered to a giggling Ginny.

"Why?" she asked, her brown eyes colored with mirth as she watched her normally prissy sister-in-law laughing as she was dipped down by Ailen, whom was still wearing her pink feathered veil.

"Why? Because she'd most likely have a fit, that's why!"

"Hah! You don't know my mum," Ginny replied offhandedly, shimmying her body to the upbeat music while perched on the rolled arm of the sofa. "She'd most likely have a note clutched in her hand, pushing everyone out the way to have a go at Ailen. Tabby was right, he does have a nice arse." After her last sentence, Ginny tilted her head to the side, salaciously taking in the view of the firm, gyrating male flesh a few inches away from her.

Hermione shook her head, musing that she'd had more than her fair share of surprises for that evening. She always knew that she'd never look at Molly quite the same way again.

Fleur was soon returned to the sofa, her normally fair skin now a deep shade of red. She was tittering uncontrollably, hiding her flushed face in her hands.

Ailen entertained Ginny and her friends for another half hour before sliding off into the lavatory to change back into his clothes. The girls were disappointed to see him leave, especially Tabitha. He'd politely bid them goodnight, his brown eyes lingering over Luna before bringing her hand up to his lips.

"I hope I see you again," he told her before strolling out of the room with an easy gait.

Luna immediately began blushing again, unable to erase the wide grin on her face.

"That's rich!" Janice chortled. "I gave him all of the money I brought with me, and I didn't get an extra special goodnight."

"That's because he doesn't like slags, Janice," Adriene retorted. "He fancies nice little witches, like our Luna."

"Yeah, you have a point there," Janice conceded, making everyone else laugh.

With Ailen gone, everyone tucked into hors d'œuvres and a suggestively shaped and decorated cake that had been brought in by none other than Tabitha.

"Hey, think we can charm to cake to gyrate like The Stunner?" Anna asked wickedly, wiggling her own hips for emphasis.

Once they'd eaten, Ginny opened her gifts, gushing over the cute ones and blushing at some of the racier items.

"Revenge is sweet, Ginevra," Hermione whispered in her ear, reminding her of the lingerie she'd snuck into the pile on their shopping trip.

"I am utterly knackered," Ginny said, stretching her arms out above her head and yawning widely. "This hen party was absolutely perfect, thanks love," she told Hermione.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied. Feeling her excitement wearing down, Hermione was grateful when Tipsy appeared and offered to show the ladies to their rooms. Tonks and Fleur were going back home to their husbands, and use the Floo in the drawing room to leave the manor.

A timid knock came at the suite door. "Come in," Hermione called, looking up to see Draco cautiously peering around the corner.

"Oi love, have you returned for that dance?" Janice teased, drawing both arms up over her head and shimmying her hips to an imaginary beat.

Draco hastily made his way over to Alyvya, whom was sitting next to Hermione.

He still hadn't gotten over what happened earlier. When he'd first returned to the study, Severus and Lucius prodded him when they saw the horrified expression on his face. After Draco told them what happened they both roared with laughter, Severus knocking over the dish of nuts and nearly making his brandy follow behind.

"You nearly ready?" he asked her, uneasily looking over his shoulder to see the tall, sandy haired witch still greedily eyeing him.

"Behave yourself, Janice!" Alyvya shouted across the room, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice.

Tipsy was standing next to Hermione, wariness showing in her bulging elf eyes. The girls had been polite towards her, but they were still completely drunk.

Hermione had given out the gifts that Lucius picked out, and to her surprise everyone loved them.

Adrienne and Anna had immediately dug the pearl earrings and bracelets out of its jewelry box, putting them on despite their less than dressy outfits. Adrienne had on a green shirt, across the bust written 'Keep Calm and Play Quidditch,' and across Anna's red shirt said 'I'm a Keeper,' with three golden hoops above the words.

The two were lost in an inebriated fit of giggles, calling each other 'posh birds' , wearing their pearls and pretending to curtsy and slow dance with one another.

Tipsy had been standing next to them for the past few minutes, trying to get their attention to show them to their respective rooms.

"Pack it in, you two!" Ginny shouted across the room. "Miss Tipsy has better things to do than standing around, waiting for you."

"All right," Anna grumbled, letting go of her friend.

The girls all took turns hugging Ginny goodnight, and gently patting Hermione's stomach. Normally she didn't like being touched but Hermione found their inebriated fawning to be quiet endearing.

Yawning tiredly, Hermione waved goodnight to Alyvya and Draco as they walked out of the room holding hands. She'd offer Ginny one of the guest suites but she declined, explaining that she was attached to the bath in Hermione's room.

Drunkenly kissing her best friend's cheek, the redhead wobbly sauntered out of the room, one hand flicking at the feather atop of her skewed veil.

Hermione looked around the now empty suite, cringing at the mess. The tables were littered with the animal ear headbands, lipstick stained napkins and half empty Champagne flutes. A lacy, purple bra was dangling from the rattan swing, one black high heeled shoe turned on its side lying beneath.

'Lucius is going to have a fit if he sees this mess,' she thought to herself, her eyes focused on the abandoned purple bra. 'Damn!'

The suite door was being slowly pushed open, and none other than Lucius himself was walking inside.

"Judging by the remnants, I'd say Ginevra's hen party was a success," he said, surveying the mess and walking over to Hermione.

"A success is putting it mildly," she groaned, allowing Lucius to pull her onto his lap. "I'm surprised the bloody walls are still standing."

There had been, in fact, a portion of the party where half of the guests had run over to the balcony, peering over and screaming when they saw the pair of completely white peacocks. The poor creatures almost looked affronted at being so openly gawked at, and haughtily made their way out of the girls' view and to a quieter area of the yard.

Willow suggested that they all go down and give the peacocks a sip of Champagne, until a giggling Ginny told them that Lucius would hex them all if they poisoned his birds.

"They are a lively bunch," Lucius continued. "When Draco returned to the study after bringing up the entertainment, he looked as if he'd seen a Boggart.

Hermione began laughing, thinking back to the throngs of witches that were pissed out of their heads openly leering at the younger Malfoy. In her entire time knowing him, not once had she'd ever seen him look so uncomfortable.

"I did wonder what the little blonde one was doing with the peacocks though," he mused. "Severus noticed her through the study window."

"What?" Hermione shouted, sitting upright on Lucius' knee. "Which one?"

"The quiet one...she was here before with you and..."

"Oh, you mean Luna?"

"Miss Lovegood, yes."

Hermione sat racking her brain, trying to figure out just when Luna managed to slide out of the suite and make her way down to the expansive yard. Her next thought was trying to come up with an explanation as to what she had been doing.

"Hermione, relax. I don't mind. The birds actually seemed to fancy the young witch. She sat petting them for ten minutes. In fact, I believe she was having a rather one-sided conversation with them at one point. In any event, Severus and I found it quite amusing."

Hermione still shook her head, thinking about her eccentric friend. Luna was a sweetheart but the things she did sometimes made her wonder.

"Come to bed, love. You look as if you're about to fall asleep on my knee."

Hermione yawned, still looking around at the mess. "This room is a disaster," she said.

"I think you forget we have three house elves that will sort it. Now come along."

"Okay," she replied softly. "Oh, and you were right, everyone loved their gifts. Anna said they were, and I quote, 'quite posh'. She and Adrienne put them on soon as they opened the box."

"I figured as much," Lucius told her as they both stood up. "And to think you doubted me."

"Oh shush," Hermione said, taking Lucius by the hand. "One of Ginny's mates mentioned a game of 'Hide the Wand,' and I'd like to tempt you into a round before bed."

"Oh, you'd like that?" he asked, arching one eyebrow.

"I'd love it, so hurry up," she replied, tugging on his arm.

That night, Lucius wasn't the only Malfoy being pinned to the bed by a randy witch.

Soon as Alyvya and Draco had gotten to his suite, she'd gone directly to shower, claiming that her hair smelled like an entire magnum of Champagne.

"How the hell does your hair smell like that?" Draco asked her.

"Because, one of the girls accidentally emptied her glass over my head trying to climb over me to get to the stripper," she explained, her voice muffled by the partially closed bathroom door.

"Hmph. I hope he didn't get too out of order," he grumbled. "The smarmy git. I'm sure he was only too happy to put his paws on my girlfriend."

"Aww Draco, is that jealously coloring your voice?" Alyvya giggled from the bathroom. "And since when did I become your girlfriend?"

"Since you announced to Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of that lot that I was your wizard," Draco replied smugly. He then heard the sound of running water and his shower door opening. The effects of his father's brandy had him filled with lassitude. Not bothering to remove his soft grey, button up shirt, Draco flopped back onto his duvet.

He'd nearly dozed off when his bed dipped softly beneath him. Draco opened his eyes after he felt Alyvya climbing on top of him.

"Naughty witch," he said, looking down to find her covered in a white towel from breast to thigh. "Are you trying to make things that don't have feet stand?"

Alyvya laughed, placing her hands on Draco's chest and leaning forward. Her hair hung down her shoulders in damp, dark curls and brushed against his collar.

"That's sort of the point, Draco," she told him, digging her fingers into his shirt.

Draco's hands brushed against Alyvya's thighs, his grey eyes appraising her thoroughly. "You constantly surprise me."

She smirked, her green eyes steadily boring back into his. "Good," she commented. She shifted her weight and began unfastening the buttons on the front of his shirt.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Draco asked, hissing when Alyvya ran a hand over his bare chest.

"We've known each other for some time now," she answered, sliding one fingertip down the sinews of his abdomen and stopping at his navel. "When have I ever done or said anything that I didn't want to?"

"Point taken," he groaned, rolling his hips up into hers. "At the very least can you move your hand lower?"

"All in good time, Draco," Alyvya told him. "You have no patience."

"Well, I'm sorry, but can you blame me?" he asked, pushing himself up slightly on his elbows. The white bath sheet was still wrapped securely around Alyvya's body, and it was the second time he'd seen so much of her skin exposed. She usually wore dresses that were, as she'd put it, were tight enough to show that she was a witch yet loose enough to show that she was still a lady.

For the most part, she'd always been covered up around him, save for the night before when she wore his shirt to bed. Draco had previously seen an endless array of lingerie worn by various paramours and was usually dismissive of such garments. Yet when Alyvya came to his bed with the expensive but simple black shirt hanging just above her knees, he instantly wanted to rip it off of her and find out what lay beneath.

Now she was on top of him, practically naked and pressed against him in an inviting fashion. Draco felt a strong urge to snatch the towel from around her, but knew if his fingers so much as twitched in its direction that he'd be hexed on the spot.

"You know this qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment," he groused when Alyvya finally delved lower, unfastening his trousers and easing them down to expose a sliver of lightly furred skin. His erection was now pressed achingly against his trousers, uncomfortably held down by the confining material.

"Yet I don't hear you telling me to stop," she smirked, winking one green eye at him and pushing him to lay back down.

Alyvya proceeded to lower her head next to Draco's, running her fingers through his soft hair while kissing his neck. Each time she moved her lips to a different spot she was rewarded with a groan or soft hiss from the wizard.

She took her time before moving up to his mouth. By that time, Draco's hands were clutched tightly round her waist as if he'd be able to feel her skin through the towel. Still engrossed with the taste of Alyvya's tongue against his, he brought one hand up to her chest and tried tugging off the offending garment.

"I charmed into place, Draco," Alyvya told him, laughing between kisses. "How else do you think I've managed to keep it on all this time?"

"Honestly, it hadn't crossed my mind," he told her. "The gorgeous witch inside of the towel had me distracted."

"Oh all right, Draco. Where's your wand?"

With Alyvya still straddling him, Draco pulled himself to the edge of his bed and reached over to pick up the length of wood from his side table. Alyvya took it from him and pointed it at the towel, causing it to fall down and pool around her hips.

"Draco, put your wand back. We don't want to accidentally break it," she told him holding out the wand. He'd instantly lost all focus at the sight of her bare breasts and was unable to keep his hands from coming up to caress the dark nipples.

Alyvya had meant to set the pace for whatever was going to happen, but felt her body grow uncontrollably taut with need when Draco's fingertips brushed against her sensitive breasts.

"Take it, Draco," she repeated, still holding out his wand.

He finally took the proffered item and hastily tossed it back onto the table, making it clatter noisily. Sitting back up, he immediately employed his mouth with the task of teasing Alyvya's nipples into two stiff points.

Moaning softly, Alyvya found herself unable to protest when Draco snatched the towel from around her hips. With his mouth still on her breasts, his soft hands slid over her stomach and hips before moving to the apex of her thighs.

"Damn, Alyvya," he countered when his fingertips brushed against a small triangle of hair at the top of her sex. Delving lower he found that the rest of her had been shaven clean.

"What?" she asked, holding onto Draco's shoulders and shivering slightly when his nimble fingers began parting her slickened flesh.

"You feel so soft here," he mused, easing one finger inside of her warm, snug body while his thumb pressed against her clit.

"Damn you!" Alyvya keened loudly, her hips arching up into Draco's hand. "I was supposed to be the one leading."

The blonde wizard chuckled, his lips wrapped around her left nipple. "How about I let you lead next time?" he suggested.

"Fine, whatever," she replied, desperation coloring her voice. "Just don't stop moving your hand."

The devil had the nerve to do the opposite of what she just asked, bringing up the finger that had just been inside of her up to his lips.

"Sweet," he told her salaciously. "Why don't you come and kneel over my face?"

Alyvya felt a shiver go throughout her body at Draco's suggestion. "You'd do that?' she asked.

Draco arched one eyebrow, laying back down and looking up at Alyvya. "I would to you," he said. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"Let's just say I got the distinct idea that men didn't like giving oral sex, but they'd whip their cocks out faster than you can blink if they're about to be on the receiving end."

"What the hell sort of blokes have you been with?" he asked incredulously, slipping his hand back between her legs.

"You mean bloke," she moaned, closing her eyes and relishing the fingertips gently circling her clit. "Just the one, and that was more than a few years ago."

"How the hell did you hold out for so long?"

"What, besides exhausting my fingers to the bone at least four times a week?" she asked, opening her eyes and smirking down at Draco. "It was simple; either be a piece of skirt for randy wizards trying to shag anything with legs, or have a go at myself."

"Understandable," he answered. "But judging from your earlier statement, I guess it's safe to assume that your ex wasn't very generous in bed."

"Unless you mean generous by his gratuitous offers of shoving his cock in my face, then, yes. I told him to sod off and suck his own ruddy cock."

Alyvya's face became so deadpanned that Draco couldn't help but laughing. "Well I promise to keep mine in my trousers unless you say otherwise," he said, watching her lips curl up into a smile. "Now enough chatter. Come sit on my face."

Alyvya laughed and allowed Draco to position her into place. Her mirth was soon turned into a stifled moan of pleasure as his warm tongue teased her slit. She briefly wondered if he'd taken her previous sentiment of not rushing things to heart.

Draco was working the tip of his tongue in soft licks against her clit, in between pressing it at her entrance. The intense buildup of sensations made her swear underneath her breath and press her crotch down on his face.

With the absence of hair, everything felt and sounded wetter than it might have had she not used the denuding spell after her shower.

Alyvya leaned forward, her stomach brushing against Draco's hair as she supported her weight on both elbows. He had one hand on her behind holding her into place. Two fingers of his other hand were buried in her slick heat, pressing against previously undiscovered spots while his tongue continued laving over her clit.

Alyvya was moaning unabashedly, her entire body thrumming like a gaping nerve. She was practically fucking Draco's face with her crotch, but he didn't seem to mind. As her moans got louder, his fingers pressed tighter into her backside.

Her hips moved faster over Draco's mouth as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm. With a loud scream Alyvya exploded into a climax, her essence flooding Draco's hands and lips.

"Oh my god, is that what I've been missing all along?" Alyvya asked once her body stopped shaking. She'd collapsed face down on the bed, her lips pressed against the duvet.

Draco had finally kicked off his trousers and underwear and lay to the side of Alyvya. "Perhaps," he teased, moving her damp curls aside to lick the back of her neck. "I never made it a habit of kissing witches there, so I'll have to take your word for it."

Alyvya chuckled weakly, feeling his erect sex pressing against her hip. "Oh no, my little frotteur," she said breathily, pushing herself to sit up. "I have plans for you. Now you kneel up."

"Oh you have plans for me?" Draco smirked, moving to his knees and settling in front of Alyvya.

"Yes," she replied, wasting no time in wrapping one hand around his thick erection and taking it into her mouth.

"Fuck," Draco hissed, feeling her warm, moist mouth moving gently over his sensitive flesh. Despite her lack of experience, Alyvya's mouth felt better than any other he'd encountered.

She was eager to explore the rest of his body. With her mouth still on his cock, her hands caressed his firm abdomen, clenched backside, and even the underside of his balls.

Alyvya elicited a loud groan from Draco when her fingers lightly brushed against the thin line beneath his sac. Eager to hear him moan again, she repeated the action.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to come in your mouth," he warned, unable to keep his hips from thrusting forward.

Alyvya smirked, having no intentions of stopping. She hadn't realized that hearing a man moaning as a result of her ministrations was heady tonic. The closer Draco's climax neared, the more aroused she became until she was sure there was a wet spot on the duvet.

His hand was now gently tangled in her hair, though, he wasn't forcing her head forward. Alyvya heard his groans growing louder, his saliva soaked cock pulsating in her mouth. He erupted into her mouth, and Alyvya quickly swallowed trying to avoid the slightly bitter taste.

"If you haven't done that before," Draco asked once he collapsed back to the bed. "Then how the hell are you so bloody great at it?"

Alyvya chuckled, bending over to flick her tongue at one flat, stiffened nipple. "I think you're mistaking inexperience with ignorance," she told him. "Remember, I read everything, and I mean everything."

"So, there is merit in courting a bookworm," he said, sliding an arm around Alyvya's waist and pulling her close.

"Perhaps," she replied slyly, resting her head on his chest.

Draco chuckled, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of Alyvya's warm body pressed against his, her dainty hand exploring wherever she was able to reach. It wasn't long before his erection was pressing against her inner thigh.

"Lay here," she told Draco after moving off of him and arranging pillows for him to recline against at the headboard.

"You're rather bossy, aren't you?" he asked. He had to admit, it was nice for the shoe to be on the other foot. Usually, he was the one initiating everything and doing most of the work.

"I know what I want," Alyvya replied, settling her body back over his. Positioning his cock at her entrance, Alyvya settled her hands on Draco's chest before moving her body.

The blonde wizard immediately began moaning when he felt his her slick heat enveloping his shaft. Unable to help himself, his hands clutched onto Alyvya's waist and tried to make her move faster.

"Ow, dammit Draco!" she snapped, her green eyes gone wide. "You're not exactly lacking down there, why the hell do you think I wanted to be on top?"

"Sorry love. What do you want me to do?"

"Just don't move 'till I tell you," Alyvya told him in a slightly strained voice. "Wait, you can do this," she continued, moving his right hand from her hip and placing it at the top of her cleft. "Rub, just like that," she told him, guiding his fingertips around her clit.

Alyvya took that opportunity to move her body again, trying to focus on his fingers on her sensitive nub instead of the stretch and burn of long unused muscles.

Draco was trying his hardest to keep his hips still, but Alyvya had the tightest body he'd ever felt and he wanted to bury himself to the hilt.

Alyvya had closed her eyes again, rocking her hips slowly against Draco. His fingers were still moving steadily against her, coupled with the sensation of his thick shaft pressing inside of her in the most sublime way.

Unable to hold still any longer, Draco rolled his hips up into Alyvya's, enjoying the rarely heard obscenities that came from her lips. Despite her little fingers digging almost painfully into his ribs, Draco was highly aroused by the fact that Alyvya was so completely absorbed in taking her own pleasure that she was becoming more unhinged by the minute.

Suddenly pushing his hand away from between her legs, Alyvya leaned forward, letting her breasts fall on his chest. "Harder," she moaned before prying his lips apart with her tongue.

Eager to oblige, Draco wrapped both arms around her soft hips and thrust forward. The two were kissing hungrily, Alyvya's movements becoming more uncontrolled as she drew closer to climaxing.

A moment later she came apart in Draco's arm, her body shuddering with release.

"That was-" she gasped after falling to Draco's side, unable to finish her sentence.

"Done already are you?" he asked, the blood still pooled in his groin.

Alyvya opened her eyes, looking at the smirking blonde. "Of course not, I'm just getting started," she told him before pulling his body on top of hers.

Three hours later the two were still going at it. It was as if Alyvya was trying to make up for lost time.

Draco's prowess usually outclassed the previous witches he'd bedded, but not Alyvya. He was nearly ready to send up a white flag. She'd clutched onto him almost frantically, addicted to the feeling of him moving inside of her body.

After erupting inside of her a second time, she sucked him into another erection and rode him front and backwards into the mattress.

The sun was about to rise when they were finally done.

"My god you're a little wildcat," Draco panted, too weak to push the errant blonde strands away from his eyes. Alyvya laughed and turned over, nudging her rounded behind against his crotch.

"At least we don't have to wake up till late," she said yawning.

The two were spooned against one another, the rumpled bed sheets haphazardly strewn across their sweat dampened bodies. They both had an equal amount of love bites, although Draco' bore a few scratches on his back and chest when Alyvya got carried away.

"Damn!" Draco suddenly snapped, his body growing slightly rigid.

"You really are a little sorceress," he replied. "Do you realize we didn't use a contraceptive charm?"

"Oh Draco," she yawned again, burrowing her head against his arm. "I got a potion from your godfather," she explained. "Rather, I asked Hermione to get it for me."

Draco was flummoxed yet pleased. "And when did you manage to do this?"

"Yesterday, right after breakfast," she answered, already halfway to sleep. "I'd have been daft and a liar if I pretended that I wouldn't need it."

Draco chuckled, pressing a kiss into her damp, messy curls. "Meaning?"

"Meaning you know that you are too damned charming. I see why Hermione and your dad are always grinning at each other when they think no one is paying attention."

"All right, I'd really like to not think about those two right now. They're like crazed niflers in heat half the time."

Alyvya laughed at Draco's grumbling, sliding her feet in between his. Her body stilled and went completely lax, immediately falling asleep with Draco's curled around her.
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