Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Delayed Inheritance	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any associated characters. I make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Two Years Previous
9^th June 2001
Hermione looked around in pride at the lavishly decorated ballroom and smiled. This Fundraiser for Magical Creatures Displaced by the War was going to be one of the best yet.
Though Hermione was currently working at the Ministry, two years ago she had also taken on what was supposed to be a side project, but very quickly became a second full-time job—running The Malfoy Foundation.
After the war, the Malfoys had avoided Azkaban thanks to Narcissa’s lie to the Dark Lord, but their name remained besmirched amongst most of the wizarding populace, so Narcissa and Lucius had decided to form the Foundation, a charity organisation that would not only donate millions of galleons of the Malfoys’ own fortune to charity but also bring together the other well-off wizarding families to do the same.
Unfortunately, it didn’t get off to a great start, as most people still did not trust them or want their ‘blood money,’ so they had eventually asked Hermione if she would become the Director. Having the Muggle-born third of the Golden Trio attached to the project seemed to give it more support in the eyes of the rest of the community, and they were finally able to get it off the ground. The benefit to Hermione was that she was able to choose the charities that the galleons would be donated to.
‘You’ve really outdone yourself this time.’ Hermione turned to see Narcissa Malfoy in beautiful light blue dress robes, looking every bit the Pureblood Matriarch that she was.
Hermione looked around again and noticed that almost every one of the invited guests had accepted and were present. ‘Most of them have already pledged a continuous donation,’ Hermione said. ‘Except Mrs Burke, that is,’ she added with a furrow of her eyebrows.
‘I’m sure she will come around,’ Narcissa said with a smile.
Hermione noticed Narcissa’s eyes flit briefly over Hermione’s shoulder and there was a very quick lifting of her eyebrows before she looked back at Hermione. Hermione felt that someone was standing behind her, but before she could turn, he moved to her side and she looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy.
‘Miss Granger,’ Narcissa said. ‘I’m sure you remember my son, Draco.’
It was more formal than it needed to be, and Hermione wondered quickly why she had even bothered. Of course she remembered him—though she hadn’t seen him in over three years. His eyes met hers and he gave her a slight quirk of his mouth, not a smile, but not a smirk either. ‘Granger,’ he said.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into his molten silver eyes and she choked out, ‘Malfoy.’ She took a deep breath and then tore herself away from his gaze. She felt like if she didn’t, she would be lost forever in those endless grey depths.
‘You look stunning,’ he said and her eyes flew back to his. This time, they held a glimmer of mischievousness and she gave an impolite snort.
‘Sarcasm already,’ she said. ‘And here I thought you might have matured in the last three years.’
She watched as those eyes moved slowly from hers down over her body, which was clad in sheer red dress robes that she had to admit were a bit more daring than she would usually go for, but she had wanted to make an impression on these Pureblood debutants. His eyes finished their perusal and they looked back into hers. ‘I was being sincere,’ he said, his voice somehow lower and thicker than it had been before. ‘I am capable of it.’
Her breath caught again and she suddenly felt that the room was too warm and there wasn’t enough air. She cleared her throat and said, ‘Well then, I suppose you’ve cleaned up nicely as well.’
That half-smirk, half-smile was back on his gorgeous face. Gorgeous? She asked herself at her own description, then looking at him again she sighed. Yes, it was absolutely bloody gorgeous. And so was the rest of him in those tuxedo-style dress robes. He had certainly matured and filled out since she had seen him last, and she had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and touch him.
‘I think it would be rude of me not to ask you for a dance?’ he said, looking over at his mother for approval and Narcissa smiled and gave a curt nod.
Hermione, though nervous and not feeling at all herself when those beautiful eyes were looking at her as if they were looking into her soul, summoned her Gryffindor courage and gave him a nod while holding out her hand. When he took it in his own and bowed to press his impossibly soft lips to the back of it, it was like sparks over her skin. Every bit of her suddenly felt a rush of excitement and happiness.
He led her to the dance floor and, still holding her hand, he placed his other on her hip and she felt the same tingles shoot through her at the touch, suppressing a gasp of surprise at the intensity of it. She looked up into his eyes and he was gazing down at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite read.
‘So,’ she said, clearing her throat again and they began the motions of the dance. ‘Where have you been?’
He smiled. ‘Everywhere.’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Everywhere?’ she asked.
‘Travelled the world,’ he said. ‘America, Asia, Australia, Africa.’
‘Any particular reason?’ she asked.
He let out a breath. ‘I was looking for something.’
‘And?’ she asked. ‘Did you find it?’
He shook his head lightly. ‘No.’
She frowned at his obvious disappointment. ‘I’m sorry.’
He shrugged. ‘I got to see a lot. Made some new friends.’ A grin lifted the corner of his mouth. ‘Ran into a very drunk red-head at a pub in Port Macquarie.’
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘You saw Ron?’ she asked.
Malfoy smirked and nodded. ‘If he wasn’t three sheets to the wind, he probably would have never spoken to me, but instead he announced to the place that we were very good friends and then ranted on about how you had dumped him with no warning whatsoever while you were halfway around the world.’
Hermione blushed redder than Ron’s hair. She coughed lightly. ‘I’ll admit it was poor timing,’ she said.
‘He did go on to admit that it was for the best as he was happy with his new witch,’ he said. ‘Though this was about a year ago.’
‘They’ve just had a baby,’ Hermione said offhandedly.
Malfoy nodded. ‘I’m happy for them.’
Hermione was a bit shocked at the sentiment coming from him. ‘Me too,’ she said.
They fell back into the rhythm of the dance for several moments before she felt his hand slide from her hip to her lower back as he pulled her a bit closer. The back of her dress robes plunged to just above her bottom, so his fingers were now touching her skin and she closed her eyes at the pleasurable feeling.
She felt his lips against her ear and she gave a shiver of delight. ‘I wasn’t lying before, Granger. You look absolutely delicious in these robes.’
She had her hand against his chest as he pulled her in closer. Her eyes still closed and she hummed in appreciation of his words, not sure if she trusted herself to open her mouth.
‘I wonder if you taste as good as you smell,’ he said lowly against her ear.
She gasped and opened her eyes, looking into his, which were darkening over. ‘That’s—that’s inappropriate,’ she got out, though she couldn’t help the tingles that shot through her tummy at his words.
His hand spread possessively over her lower back and she nearly moaned as he pulled her right up against his body, bending slightly to nibble her earlobe. ‘I can think of plenty of inappropriate things I’d like to do to you.’
She panted out a couple breaths as she felt her knickers go suddenly damp. She pulled away from him and felt her face flush. ‘I need a drink,’ she said and moved away from him in as dignified a manner as she possibly could.
She went to the bar and asked for a large firewhisky and immediately gulped down half of it. She leaned forward against the bar and let out a deep breath. What the absolute fuck was happening? She hadn’t seen this prat in three years and then suddenly he turns up, looking like a fallen angel and talking about doing inappropriate things to her?
She breathed a few more times but the tingles in her tummy wouldn’t go away. Fuck, did she want him to do those things? How could she want that when she didn’t even really know him that well? It was obviously just some sort of crazy sexual attraction.
She sighed. Maybe it would do her good, she thought. She hadn’t actually dated anyone since Ron as she had been too busy with work and the Foundation. Maybe what she needed was a night of steamy passion with her former enemy.
She felt herself blush again and she looked around, trying to make sure that no one was looking at her. She gulped down the rest of her whisky and ordered another. This time, she calmed her breathing and was resolute to go back to the fundraiser and do her duty of speaking to everyone that she needed to and try to forget the butterflies doing backflips in her stomach.
0000000000
A few hours later, Hermione stood exasperatedly against a wall near the doors. She closed her eyes and huffed to herself. Mrs Burke was an absolute nightmare. She would not even consent to a small donation and with how much she had had to drink, was obviously only here for the alcohol.
‘Anything I can help you with?’ His voice was sultry and she opened her eyes to look at him, once again mesmerised by those seemingly bottomless eyes. She broke from the gaze and looked down.
‘Unless you can get Mrs Burke to agree to making a sizable donation, no, I do not need your help for anything else,’ she said. She knew that he did not deserve her attitude as he was only trying to help, but she was annoyed and frustrated as it was the last person that she was supposed to try to get a donation from.
‘What’s sizable?’ he asked, moving a bit closer to her and she let out another breath at his closeness.
‘Fifty thousand?’ she offered.
‘Is that to pay your salary, Granger?’ he asked with a smirk.
She squared up to him. ‘I’ll have you know that I was offered a very generous salary by your parents when I took this job, but I turned it down. And you will find, if you so wish it, that I live well within the means of my meagre Ministry wages.’ She finished this with her hands on her hips.
He smiled wryly. ‘Why do you do it then? Isn’t fifty thousand galleons a paltry sum compared to the millions that my family have already pledged?’
‘It’s not about the actual amount, it’s about accountability, and our dear Mrs Burke and her family were not idle during the war.’
‘Neither was mine,’ he reminded her and she shook her head.
‘But your family has taken their accountability seriously in all of this. Though I still don’t condone anything that any of you did, I understand from your point of view that in this war at least, there was little choice. But your parents have been proactive and created this foundation and have actually held most of the others responsible for their actions as well, and I can admire them for that.’
‘And you love spending our money,’ he said with a smile.
‘Donating the millions of galleons in your surplus vaults that not even ten generations of Malfoys could ever hope to spend has been very satisfying, yes,’ she admitted. ‘And especially seeing your lovely Auntie Bella’s vault being slowly emptied in the name of charities that I know that she definitely would not have approved of has been highly fulfilling,’ she added with a smug smile.
‘Such as?’ he asked, a dark smile on his face.
‘House-elf Welfare, Tortured Victims Relief at St Mungo’s, Repairing and Reconditioning Azkaban, among others.’
He gave a low chuckle. ‘Maybe there’s a bit more Slytherin in you than you think,’ he said with a wink.
‘It’s no more than she deserves,’ she huffed at him and unconsciously ran her fingers over the fading scar on her inside forearm. ‘So, are you going to help me or not? Mrs Burke has been avoiding me like the plague and yet she comes to all of these parties, drinks and has a good time but has never pledged a knut to any worthy cause.’
‘It’s done,’ he said with a smirk and a waggle of his eyebrow and then walked away from her.
Hermione watched as he made a beeline for Mrs Burke. The older woman immediately became a blushing, eye-fluttering simpleton as soon as Malfoy started talking to her. He asked her to dance and they made their way to the dance floor.
Hermione wasn’t sure what they talked about, but when he led her back off the dance floor several minutes later and kissed her hand, Hermione was sure Mrs Burke would swoon.
Malfoy made his way slowly back over to Hermione and smiled a wide smile. ‘Easy,’ he said. ‘Fifty thousand,’ he said and she nodded. ‘Per year,’ he added haughtily.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Two years I’ve been trying to get her to make a donation and you hack it off in less than ten minutes. Of course, it’s easy when you’re as gorge—’ she stopped herself and her eyes widened.
He looked around quickly and then stood right in front of her, blocking her out from the rest of the room and gave her a sultry smile. ‘When what, sorry?’ he asked.
She looked at his intimidating form and felt her knees go weak. ‘Don’t fish, Malfoy,’ she said. ‘It’s unbecoming. You know how gorgeous you are and the effect you have on women.’
His smile grew and he reached one of his hands back out to rest on her hip, like it had been when they were dancing. ‘Do I affect you, Granger?’
She felt her breath coming in pants again at the touch and placed a hand on his chest to steady herself. ‘How could you not?’ she said truthfully.
She thought she saw a shiver go through him at that and was happy that she wasn’t the only one feeling something. He pressed his body against hers again and leaned down slightly. His lips brushed over the tip of her nose and then her lips but he didn’t deepen it; it was only a soft caress. ‘I want you,’ he whispered hotly, his breath warming her skin and her eyes widened as she looked into his. ‘I don’t believe in beating around the metaphorical bush, and I know you would prefer clear and honest intentions, so I’ll have you know that my ideal end to this night is having you in my bed as I bury myself between your delectable thighs.’
She gasped again and felt her already damp knickers go slick as her tummy tightened in response to his words.
His fingers splayed over her hip and he squeezed for a moment as he continued looking into her eyes. ‘You’re fucking glorious,’ he said, licking his lips. ‘I want to touch you, taste you, lick every inch of you, until you’re screaming my name to the gods.’
A moan escaped her lips and Malfoy pressed his lightly against hers to catch it. She gripped his robes in her hands and she saw that his eyes were now dark grey with desire. Gods, she wanted that, wanted him. ‘Yes,’ she said with a panted breath, desperate for more contact.
He pulled away. ‘Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor the place,’ he said and practically preened over her flushed and aroused state.
She let out another breath and tried to calm her breathing. Annoyingly, he was right. There were still a couple hours of this silly fundraiser to go and she couldn’t very well just leave to shag the son of the hosts.
His fingers brushed over her lips as he brought her face to look into his again. ‘We will finish this later,’ he said and she nodded before she could stop herself.
When he walked away she looked around again, but she was far enough out of the way that no one was paying attention to what had happened. Merlin, she was going to fuck Draco Malfoy tonight, wasn’t she? She had never felt tingles like that before, her stomach had never done flips like it had when he had touched her and whispered those words into her lips.
The next two hours were torture. She shook hands and said goodbye to all of the guests, as did Lucius, Narcissa and even Draco. He stood next to her while they were saying their goodbyes and would let his hands wander when they were not otherwise occupied. Even the simplest of touches from him made her body feel on fire for him.
When everything was finally over and it was just her and the Malfoys left, Narcissa gave her hand a squeeze and said, ‘That was marvelous, my dear. Thank you so much.’
Hermione smiled. ‘It was a pleasure,’ she said. ‘I just need nip to the library to get my things and I’ll speak to you soon about the next one. I can floo directly out from there.’
Narcissa and Lucius both gave her hand a shake and she turned to walk towards the library where she had left her bag. She had only left the ballroom when she heard footsteps behind her. She felt her breath quicken as she made her way to the library, afraid that if she stopped and looked at him, she would give into him helplessly in the middle of the hall. It was a few doors down from the ballroom to the library and he had just caught up with her when she pushed the doors open.
She heard the door close behind them and turned around and felt her entire body permeate with pleasure as he captured her against himself, his hands on the back of her head and her lower back, pulling her fully against him as his lips met hers in a crushing kiss.
It tore her breath away and made her whole body shudder. His lips were soft but strong and when he dipped his tongue between her lips and let out a groan she almost collapsed from the overwhelming feelings. ‘Fuck, you taste so good,’ he moaned, before plunging his tongue back into her mouth.
The hand on her lower back lifted to untie the halter-style knot at the back of her neck and she felt it drop away to her waist. The open back did not allow for a bra, and she was suddenly standing half-naked in the library of Malfoy Manor with Draco Malfoy staring down at her breasts, lust open on his face.
His eyes met hers again and she couldn’t help her breath hitching each time he did that. Fuck, those eyes were going to be the death of her, she was sure. He pressed his body against hers again, taking one of her breasts in his hand, palming it and rubbing his thumb across her nipple, bringing it to an aching point.
His mouth came down the side of her neck and she let out another moan as he licked her there and then said hotly, ‘I want you so badly, Hermione.’ She whimpered at his use of her given name. ‘I know you want me too. Say it.’
She let out a moan, her hands still pressed against his chest, but couldn’t seem to find her voice.
‘I need you to say it,’ he said. ‘Tell me how much you want me.’
Her head fell back as his lips moved down her neck to her shoulder. ‘I—’ she stuttered. ‘Oh gods, I—I need you, Draco.’
He groaned loudly against her shoulder and pushed his hips against her and she could feel how hard he felt against her tummy. His hand on her breast gave another strong squeeze. He kissed her shoulder again and then looked back into her face. ‘Then I’m yours,’ he said, taking her mouth in another strong kiss.
He quickly pushed his robes off and then guided her hands to his shirt buttons to make use of the otherwise idle appendages and she began slipping the buttons free as he kissed her passionately, taking full possession of her mouth. When she got all the buttons undone, he moved her hand to his trouser buttons.
When she had popped them free, she pushed her hand down into them confidently and felt dizzy when her hand encircled his hard shaft. She gasped and met his eyes again and he just gave her a winning smirk. She ran her hand along it and then pumped it a few times before he brought her hand away, giving her palm a quick kiss. ‘I won’t last long if you do that.’
She groaned again and nodded. He looked back down at her breasts and then put his hands on her hips, pushing the dress that was still around them down until gravity left her in nothing but her knickers before him.
He stared at her for a few long moments and she started to feel self-conscious until he smiled at her and then pushed down her knickers as well, letting out a hiss as she was completely bared to him.
She looked around and, seeing two large sofas in the middle of the room, she grabbed his hand and led him over to them, kissing him again and then lying herself down on one. Feeling confident with his obvious arousal of her, she let one of her legs fall open, inviting him to take what he wanted. While staring intently at her heat, he quickly removed the balance of his clothes and then joined her on the sofa, settling himself between her thighs and looking down at her with those beautiful eyes.
She spread herself wide for him and reached down to grab his bum, pulling his hardness against her wetness. He gasped and then positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed in. She felt herself spreading open for him, adjusting to the size of his large and thick shaft when he suddenly stopped. She looked into his eyes. He looked down to where his cock was and pulled out a bit and then pushed back in, stopping again and giving her a puzzled look before letting out a shaky breath and dropping his head into her neck.
She blushed and turned her head to the side. She had been hoping that he would just plunge himself into her and break through that barrier without realising it was there, but he had obviously noticed it and now she was mortified. She was nearly twenty-two for Godric’s sake, but things hadn’t progressed that far with Ron before she had broke things off with him and there had never been anyone else after that who had come even remotely close to making her feel how Draco had made her feel tonight.
His fingers were on her chin and he turned her head back up to face him. ‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ he said, kissing the flush on her cheek. ‘You’re fucking perfect.’ Then he kissed her fully on the lips and surged his hips forwards, swallowing the cry that tore from her throat as he broke through her virginity.
They held still and he kissed her lips and her face as she slowly felt the pain fade, now replaced with only the absolutely full feeling of having his cock inside her. She looked down to see that he was buried fully in her and she let out a breath. She could feel the head of his cock pressing snugly against her cervix and she felt so deliciously stretched by the thickness of it.
His eyes met hers again and she gave a little smile and a nod. He smiled back and kissed her again before pulling out and then pushing back in strongly. There was a little pain, but not much. It mostly just felt really good. He filled her, over and over again, lying over her body and touching and kissing and licking her skin, her neck, her shoulder. He found a particularly sensitive spot on her clavicle and sucked hard for a few seconds and she was sure he was giving her a love bite.
She moaned out as he changed the angle slightly and she could feel him rubbing against her clit while his cock continued to thrust into her. His face was still by her neck and he licked the column of flesh and then nibbled her earlobe. ‘Say you’re mine,’ he moaned into her ear.
Her body was starting to spasm and she knew she was close to coming. His words were turning her on and she wanted nothing more than to shout out her answer to him. Her vision was going white with flecks of gold as the pleasure consumed her and all she could see was him. ‘I’m yours,’ she panted with the only breath she had.
He brought his head up to look into her face again, still shoving his cock deep into her in strong thrusts. ‘You’re mine now, Hermione Granger,’ he said darkly and she pushed her head back and felt her body convulse, so close to orgasm, so turned on by his words. He dropped his head back down and his mouth found that spot again and as he thrust forward hard to spill his release inside of her, his teeth sunk into that spot and it tipped Hermione into an orgasm so intense that pleasure seemed to seep into every part of her body and she cried out, ‘Fuck, Draco!’
The moment seemed to last forever. She wasn’t sure if she passed out or if it was just that intense but when she opened her eyes again, he was still lying over her, running a hand through her curls and smiling softly. She could feel that he was softening inside her and her body was covered with a soft sheen of sweat.
‘I really hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow,’ he said, running a finger down her face and she blinked a couple times and shook her head. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘Because I plan to spend the rest of the night right here between your legs.’
She felt herself squeeze around the bit of him that was still inside her and he hissed in appreciation. She let out a breath. ‘I just have one tiny question,’ she said.
‘Mmmhmm?’ he asked as he kissed her gently.
‘Er…’ she said hesitantly, then looked beyond his face. ‘Why do you have wings?’
He smirked and the white and gold wings spread out and then settled back down over their bodies. ‘You’re a smart witch, I’ll let you figure it out.’
She blinked again but her mind was blank. She didn’t know and honestly at the moment, she couldn’t really care. ‘Can I touch them?’ she asked softly.
He smiled, ‘Of course.’
She brought her hand up over his shoulder and ran it down the top of one of them. The feathers were so soft and they both gave a moan at the touch. ‘They’re beautiful,’ she said, meeting his eyes with a smile, which he returned.
‘Hermione,’ he said, dropping his head down against her neck, licking her again. ‘Have I told you just how absolutely mouthwatering you smell?’
0000000000
Four Days Previous
5^th June 2001
At 2 o’clock in the afternoon of Draco’s 21^st birthday, he was blissfully drunk and on his way to getting properly fucking pissed. His glass of firewhisky was barely held by his fingers, which were losing strength with each sip.
‘Draco, darling.’ The voice admonished him lightly from the doorway.
‘Go away, mother,’ he said in annoyance. ‘Just let me wallow in peace.’
Instead, she sat down across from him. He was sitting in the library of Malfoy Manor, to which he had recently returned after travelling to every single corner of the world.
‘You will find her, my dear,’ she said.
‘And what if I don’t? It’s been three years. I’ve searched the entire fucking globe!’
She chided him softly for his language but he ignored her.
‘What if I’m destined to be alone forever,’ he said morosely, swirling the whisky in his glass and then looking back over to his mother.
‘Have trust in fate,’ she said. ‘You will find her and then you will be the happiest you have ever been.’
He gave a sharp breath and then saluted her with his glass. ‘Until then…’ he said and took another large swallow.
0000000000
Draco, reluctantly dressed up in uncomfortable robes for this silly fundraiser and decidedly less drunk than he wished to be, held his mother’s arm as the doors to the ballroom opened.
As soon as he entered the room, he felt like he was hit in the face with a scent that was so wonderful it nearly took his breath away.
‘What is that smell?’ he asked his mother and she turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
‘What smell?’ she asked.
‘You don’t smell it?’ he asked and sniffed the air again. ‘It’s incredible, like caramel chocolate and strawberries.’
They both looked at each other as the words left his mouth and if either of them had been brought up with any less class, they would have practically screamed in delight.
‘She’s here.’
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Delayed Inheritance