Chapter 4
When Hermione woke up, she found herself lying in her room in bed. Her head ached terribly, and her body ached as if she had spent the night struggling with something terrible. Although, it was. It seemed like she had already fought on the battlefield. The memories of last night came one after another. The reception for Hermione ended in fainting, and even had to call the family healer, who prescribed her a sedative potion.
Mom apparently decided to let her rest and sleep longer. The curtains were tightly drawn and the room was dark. Taking her wand out from under her pillow, Malfoy turned on the light and stood up with difficulty. Now she needed to take a bath and change her clothes.
"Nora!" She called out to the elf, rubbing her eyes and stretching her back.
"Yes, miss?" she appeared every second. "Nora is at your service."
"Prepare a bath for me, please. I want to relax. And please prepare something light from the outfits. I don't want to be bulky and elegant.
"Yes, miss."
The elf immediately disappeared. The girl didn't even have time to add what she wanted for breakfast. However, Nora knew. She had been with Hermione since the day the girl appeared in this family.
Hermione got out of bed and went to the bathroom. The water was already being filled there with the help of elven magic. The fragrant combination of essential oils sets you up for peace. Melissa refreshes thoughts, also soothes and restores the soul. Oregano relieves fatigue. All this filled the room with a pleasant aroma.
Hermione threw off her pajamas on the cold tile and quickly plunged into a warm bubble bath, having previously let down her hair. There was a dark mark on his arm. The girl even forgot about her. How is the Dark Lord summoning you? What do his supporters feel at this moment? She has yet to find out.
After that, the girl rinsed off the foam in the shower, wiped herself thoroughly and applied verbena and lavender oil to her body. She dried her hair and decided to leave it curly. Putting on a light white dress, the girl left the room and went down to the dining room. There was no one at home. No mom, no Draco. Only the brownies were cleaning up.
"Nora, where is everyone?" Hermione asked, sitting down at the table.
"The hostess went with Mrs. Lestrange… I can't tell you..." Nora squeezed her eyes shut.
"Nora, you've started, so finish it," Hermione's voice turned steely. Why do the brownies talk first, then fall silent with the words "I can't tell"?
"Early in the morning, the owner was called to the Dark Lord, after he returned, the hostess sent an owl to Mrs. Lestrange, and then left. That's all Nora knows, Mistress Hermione…
Breakfast was spent in silence and thought. Hermione left the table and went to her room, where she sat until the evening. She needed to be alone, to think about everything and cry. That's when the worst began. Mom must have thought of something. If Draco is not at home, she always waits for him, and does not go somewhere.
Before going to bed, she decided to visit her brother.
The door creaked and the girl quietly entered without knocking. He could have gone to her in the same way. It's been a habit since childhood. Draco was lying on the bed and seemed to be asleep, but as soon as Hermione closed the door, he opened his eyes.
"Draco, why did he call you?" She whispered and sat down on the bed.
The guy stood up and called for a bottle of firewhisky from the closet with a wand.
"I have to kill Dumbledore," he said, as if he had cut him off. Then he opened the bottle and took three sips straight from it. "Now do you understand how it feels? There are no deaths on our shoulders, but trust me, there will be. And all we can do now is have a drink. If I don't, they'll kill me, you, and Mom.
Tears appeared in the girl's eyes. If he can't kill the headmaster, they'll be very sorry. But how to do it? How do you kill a powerful wizard who is stuck in his office all the time?
Taking the bottle from his hands, Hermione took a small sip and grimaced. She never drank firewhisky, only a glass of wine on holidays. They spent the rest of the evening together, sitting on the bed, cuddling and drinking a drink. Towards midnight, my head was swimming. She could see Draco's eyes burning into her body. Hermione was wearing only a silk robe with only panties underneath.
With one hand, Draco pulled her face to his chin, and with the other he took the bottle from her hands and put it on the floor. He covered her lips with his, the way he had wanted to do it for a long time. Her lips were soft, just as he had always imagined. The girl didn't mind at all.
Malfoy exhaled with pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling his stepsister bride closer to him. He confidently put her on the bed and sat on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee and pressing his lips to her neck.
"What do you want now?" he whispered, burning his skin with hot breath.
Hermione stretches out on the bed, stretching so that the robe that barely covers her hips lifts up, revealing a view of the black lace underwear.
"I want you to fulfill our innermost desires with me" Hermione voiced her desire without hesitation. It's all alcohol's fault. But if it weren't for the Firewisks, how much longer would they hide their feelings? After all, it's true, and that's what they wanted.
His blood was boiling inside him, and he could feel his trousers getting tight. He wanted to relieve the tension. Squeezing her hips, the guy reached for her lips. He kissed them greedily, biting and kneading them. He had wanted to try them for so long.
Breaking away from the kiss, Draco went down to the neck, untied the robe and pressed his lips to the rounded chest, cupping the nipples, lightly touching them with his tongue. The girl was writhing under him, probably already soaking her panties. Draco himself could feel the lubricant slowly oozing out of his penis.
The guy sits between her legs and, using magic, creates a lubricating spell, then pushes back the edge of her panties with one hand to insert one finger and begin to stimulate the vagina. With his other hand, he continues to stroke her breasts.
The legs are tucked in. As soon as Draco's fingers are inside, Hermione exhales loudly. It's already so good. And what will happen next?
Draco turned out to be a skilled lover and tore more and more moans from her lips, forcing her to arch and squeeze the sheet in her palm. At some point, the robe gets too hot, and she just pulls it off and throws it on the floor.
How he loved her moans! The guy was already moaning himself, but he also wanted to torment Hermione. Pulling out his fingers, he began to undress himself. He took off only his trousers, then took out a bottle of potion from the bedside table. Birth control.
Lowering his boxers, Malfoy takes off his clothes completely, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He settles between his legs, takes his cock in his hand and begins to drive his head over the wet crotch, teasing both himself and her. The guy was already moaning himself, but he also wanted to torment Hermione.
Hermione didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but how many times had she imagined him making love to her, how many times had she come herself. And now she ached for more. He knew exactly how to impress and tease her to the limit, despite his young age.
"Please stop torturing me," she pleaded, realizing she couldn't take this sweet torture anymore.
As soon as he realized that the girl was already at the limit, he inserted into her and gradually began to move inside her. With his hands, he continued to stroke and squeeze her breasts until she felt completely fine. Malfoy watched the girl with half-closed eyes, he liked being dominant now and showing all his skills. He also needed to monitor her condition.
After a few minutes, he turned the girl over on her stomach, lifted her buttocks and entered her again without changing the pace. In addition, he added fingers with which he began stroking her clitoris, kissing her back and pressing her against him, but not so much that it was hard for her.
From the additional stimulation, the legs begin to give way. At this rate, she realizes that she will not be able to hold out for long, which, in fact, is what is happening. Her dark hair is spread out on the pillow, her eyes are clouded, and Hermione is breathing heavily. There is no pain at all.
Draco loved the way she moaned and squeezed his cock. He moved slowly to please her first and then himself.
When he realized that she had already finished, he began to move faster. Vulgar sounds of two bodies rang through the room, he squeezed her waist and roughly entered until he reached orgasm himself. Falling exhausted next to her, Malfoy lay for a few more minutes, after which he turned to her, ran his hand over her elastic chest and kissed her.
After orgasm, a pleasant weakness passed through the whole body. Hermione ran her fingers through Draco's white hair as she kissed him. Then she just froze, pleased. She felt too good at that moment.
Hermione needed a little more time to recover, but they both fell asleep quickly. Draco was clinging to the girl. She smelled good and her skin was very soft.