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Waiting to Exhale	By : Wolfling1972 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Only one more chapter, maybe two and I can call this one finished. I hope you've enjoyed taking this journey with me.
Please, R&R
The night before Hogwarts released their students for summer (and forced the seventh years into the big, bad world) found Draco and Hermione curled up in bed. She lay with her head upon his chest, one well-formed leg tossed across his own while his hands stroked over soft flesh, more soothing than seductive.
The silence between them was the kind that true lovers understood; it spoke of contentment and pleasure in one another's company. Even so, words were being thought, tossed aside, reconfigured until finally, the male of the twosome broke the quiet.
"You know that soon we will not be able to play our games, or at least not the rougher ones."
"Yes but that's to be expected," Hermione whispered.
"Even so, I would like to give you your present once we are free," he responded, a smirk heard in his low, rough tone. "There is still a little more time. However, I have a small gift for you now."
Hermione shifted so that she could see his expression, her own expression marred by a small frown before soft words tumbled from her full lips.
"I did not get you anything, yet!"
"Hush." The hand that stroked her upper thigh moved to scrabble beneath his pillows, only to return holding a long, blue velvet box. "Open it."
She sat up and did as he had instructed. Inside, nestled upon white satin, sat a twenty-inch long platinum chain with the links stopping on either side of the words "Mio Mine" worked in diamonds and sapphires. The young woman gave a soft gasp as slender fingers stroked across the exquisite gift.
"It's beautiful."
"It is goblin forged with spells of protection worked into the links. I wanted you to have something for daily wear, love, so that my claim is always there."
"Put it on me, please?"
Two nights later, the couple was back for their very last night at the Dowager House (well excluding trips after the baby was born) as Hermione felt it was time for them to move into the Manor proper, both to relieve Narcissa's loneliness and to settle into their REAL married life. The Honeymoon, for lack of a better term, was over.
And yet...
They had come just after dinner and the silence was once again, warm and peaceful. The duo was in the playroom, Hermione nude and kneeling on the foot of the bed, wrists bound behind her back, warm brown eyes trained upon her husband,
"I can't wait to see you all rounded with our child, have I told you that?"
"No Sir."
"Even now, I notice the fullness in your breasts and hips, the softness of your form. It drives me barmy."
"Yes, Sir."
"Tonight, I give you my other gift. No toys, no teases, just my hands on your flesh. I will bruise you. I will mark you and I want you to scream for me. Will you?"
"Yes, Sir."
With no further ado, the young man stepped forward and gripped the curls that hung loosely around her shoulders, twining his fingers into the mass so that he could tug her forward. His other hand went to work on his belt, button, and zipper so that the hard, pulsing length of him sprung free from his trousers, no boxers to impede the movement.
"Open your mouth, Mio."
As soon as she complied, he tugged her forward and down so that her mouth was lined up properly. A momentary pause as his large hand stroked his manhood, from root to tip before his thumb swiped over the leaking, mushroom shaped head. He eased the first few inches inside of her willing orifice and then stopped.
"Close your lips but do not suck. I want to fuck your mouth."
She followed his command, making a seal of tight lips over burgeoning flesh. He groaned, a sound long and low, and then thrust forward, his hand in her hair directing all motion and depth. She did nothing but what he asked; no moans, no further head bobbing and it was not long before she felt his balls draw tight as he prepared to come.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, SHIT!"
The words exploded from him at the same moment as his orgasm ripped through him, causing him to be rougher than he'd meant to be. Tears leaked from the corners of wide brown eyes, not from pain, just pressure and she swallowed all that he gave, relishing the salty tang as he pulled back just enough for it to drench her tongue.
As his cock softened, he withdrew and stepped from the trousers which had puddled around his feet. After he had kicked them away, he grasped his wife once more, his warm hand settling upon her nape.
"Carefully close your knees and settle to your bum so that you can stand. Once you are on your feet, turn around."
A minute later, Hermione stood before him. His fingers made quick work of rope which had held her arms fast, Gente fingers stroked over the slight marks left behind, soothing the delicate flesh with careful fingers
"Lean forward and plant your hands on the edge of the bed."
Hermione knew what was coming and so as soon as she positioned herself, she tried to prepare but, as always, there was no preparation to be had. She felt him shift slightly before his palm found the soft flesh of her ass with a loud slap.
"Count."
"One. Two. Three..."
The spanks landed with unerring accuracy, layer upon layer of heat and pain. Hermione's voice grew louder, more strident as the blows continued to land, drawing tears from her closed lids and tremors to her pliant form. Wetness streaked her inner thighs, rendering them shiny and slick. Still, she counted.
"...Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty..."
It was on the twentieth such marking that he dipped his knees and slammed home. Hermione's breath hitched before she groaned and then whimpered. The screams and begging didn't start until the hair pulling and biting began.
She knew, at that point, that she was in for a LONG night.
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