Magical Lineage

The two weeks following Harry’s party were very hectic. Draco had had meetings every day away from the manor. Aside from his responsibilities running both his and Theo’s personal business, the ministry and Potter had talked him into taking his family seats on the Wizengamot. He represented both the Malfoy and Black families. The Ministry wanted Theo to join and represent the Nott family. That discussion had gone over like Fiendfyre in a broom cupboard. Hot. Quick. Explosive.

He had been getting home just before dinner each night, and both he and Theo had met with the architect and contractors on Saturday regarding their birthday gift for Hermione. The witch had been leaving every morning right after breakfast and returning just in time for bed. She was working hard to prepare for the fast-approaching school year. So when he arrived home early and walked into the library and found Hermione sitting in a chair, reading, he was very pleasantly surprised. Draco couldn’t help but laugh, “Hello Sweetheart. You work every day in the Hogwarts library and then you come home and I find you in ours.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft sensual kiss. “Have you been home long?” Looking around the room, “Where is Theo?”

Her smile stole his breath. “No. About half an hour. How was your day?”

“Well, adding a few days a week at the ministry, really has eaten up all of my spare time. I’ve learned that everything moves at a slug’s pace. All the members do is bring up topics to discuss. Discuss them. Argue about them. And then table them until a future date. I really think we need to have some younger people on the council. The older wizards are not open to new ideas and changes.”

Her brow furrowed, “What type of changes?”

“Unbelievably, a lot of the laws we have been addressing are still a result of the war. We have been trying to introduce changes regarding the rebuilding or revitalization of businesses that were either destroyed or taken over by death eaters.” Lifting her legs he slid onto the sofa and laid them across his lap beginning to massage her feet. “As you know witches are very limited in their rights as far as work, positions they are allowed to hold and of course property they are allowed to own.”

The agitated sigh the little witch made confirmed her awareness of the female half of the wizarding world’s restrictions. “Like?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Well, some of the shops and businesses that are being rebuilt are legally only allowed to be owned by wizards. Witches can work in them, but they are not legally allowed to own or manage them. They can own, operate, and manage shops like boutique, food and service.” Shaking his head, “In the medical field, witches are currently only allowed to be medical assistance, they are not allowed to be ‘healers’. They are not allowed to hold upper positions in the Ministry.” Focusing on massaging her feet for a moment, he dug his thumb into her arch, causing her to groan. “And there are quite a few positions in the private sector they can’t hold.” As expected, his witch’s reaction did not disappoint.

Hermione slammed the book she was reading shut. She sat up straighter and the air around her began to buzz with the power that always accompanied the storm that was about to become Hermione Granger. “Why are witches not allowed to own ‘CERTAIN’ businesses?” Her voice rising, “I have met some very gifted medi-witches, some are smarter and more talented than the healers they work with. Who created these outdated, misogynistic, chauvinistic, ignorant laws? What types of business are witches not ALLOWED to own or manage?”

Draco raised both his hands, “Sweetheart, I didn’t make the laws. I’m trying to change them. I think they are ignorant and ridiculous.” Reaching and grasping one of her hands in his, grey eyes locking to brown. “I for one know just how smart, talented, gifted and cunning the fairer sex is.” He watched her lips twitch into a tiny smirk. “After all I was constantly bested in all my classes by the most brilliant witch of our time.”

She sighed again, this one more of a calming, reaching for his free hand, holding it in with both of hers. “I’m sorry. I know you and Theo don’t think of witches as lesser. Even in the muggle world women aren’t always taken seriously. Even when they are successful, they are usually deemed a bitch or worse, her accomplishments are said to be earned on her back or on her knees.”

Draco was rightfully appalled. “But I’ve dealt with muggle women in some of my business ventures, They seem to have quite a talent for being shrewd in the art of negotiating very lucrative deals.”

Shaking her head, “Yes, well, I will say, muggle men today are very different and more open to women climbing the ‘corporate ladder’. More so than say even twenty years ago. The muggle world still needs to work on the equal pay for equal work, education and experience. But, there is hope for future generations of women.” Pulling his hand to her mouth, she kissed his fingertips, “You my wonderful wizard are a very open minded man.”

He felt his cock twitch in his pants. Since they have been together, he has been in a constant state of arousal. Dealing with either a semi hard or full on hard as stone erections. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat.

Hermione watched as the gorgeous man leaned his head against the back of the sofa. She watched him close his eyes and saw as he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbed. Sticking her tongue out she ran it across the tips of his fingers, hearing him groan a second time.

“Fuck Sweetheart.”

Her desire for this man seemed to only increase daily. Pulling her feet to her and tucking them under her bum, she moved closer to him. His eyes were still closed as she slipped his index and middle finger into her mouth and began sucking. Watching his reaction, as his lips parted and his other hand slid to his groin.

Draco’s need soared as he felt her tongue lick and suck on his fingers. She was mimicking sucking him off. His hand cupping his balls squeezed and adjusted himself. Her name falling from his lips, as if in silent prayer. “Hermione,” Hearing her name seemed to narrow her focus. Her need to please him had her hands on his belt, small fingers quickly working open his button and zipper. Draco felt the pressure that had been restricting his cock ease. “Hmmm, Baby.”

“Relax my Love. I will take care of you.” Her voice was soft and whispered. Her warm breath was on his neck as she peppered his sensitive skin with feather kisses. “I have you.” Kiss. Lick. “I’ll take care of you.” Kiss. Lick. “I will make you feel so good.” He tipped his head toward her and she captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue licking his lips and then slipping into his mouth licking and tasting him. Her taste flooding his. The witch’s hand slipped under the waistband of his under shorts. Pushing them down , along with his pants. He helped by lifting his hips.

Hermione felt Draco relax. Wanting to take control over him. To help him clear his mind. Lifting her lips from his, she instructed, “Don’t think. Let me take care of you.” She whispered the charm to close and lock the door. “I’m going to suck your cock so good.”

“Fuck witch. Say that again.” He felt her lips smile against his. Then her tongue slid across his lips.

“I said, I’m going to suck your cock so good. Then I’m going to swallow every drop you give me.”

With those words her mouth left his lips and the next thing he felt was her tongue lapping at the precum that had been leaking from his slit. Her tongue swirled around his head, as her hand slid down cupping and massaging his balls. He fought the urge to take control, Allowing her to slowly lick down his shaft. She laved each sensitive vein. His cock was pulsing, as her small hand now held his base in a firm grip. His voice a low growl, “I want to watch you Baby.”

Wanting to please him, she stood and with a wave of her hand vanished everything he wore from the waist down. Draco tried to make a mental note to praise her wandless talents, but right now he was too distracted at the sight of his witch lowering herself down between his knees. Pure hunger and need written in her features. Her tiny hands pulled at his hips, letting him know that she wanted him right at the edge of the sofa. He accommodated her unspoken request and was immediately rewarded when she sucked his balls into her mouth.

“Oh. Hermione, Yes. Baby. Yes.”

The room filled with the sounds of her sucking and slurping on his balls. While one of her small hands was stroking his shaft the other was pushing his thigh, opening him to her. His hands found her head and slipped into the thick mass. With a loud sucking pop, she released his sack and slid her tongue up the length of him. He watched as she sucked his swollen head, then his need soared as inch by inch disappeared into her hot wet mouth. Unable to tear his eyes away from the site of his witch worshipping his cock. Her tongue so soft against the underside, licking like she couldn’t get enough of his taste. Humming against him, her head began to bob up and down, sucking on the way up, hallowing her cheeks.

Hermione loved the feel of his cock filling her mouth, his taste, his smell, his size. Everything about sucking him turned her on. Never once did she feel like he and Theo didn’t love and respect her. Even when they mercilessly fucked her mouth and throat, or when they called her names, which she has since realized was a kink of theirs and hers.

Draco wanted to hold her head in place and fuck deep, but he held back, allowing her to control his pleasure. His eyes locked to her as she swallowed, allowing him to slip deeper into her throat, The witch continued to swallow, her throat spasming around him. Holding his gaze as she began to gag and choke on him. “You are so fucking beautiful choking on me. I love feeling you struggling around me.” His words of praise pushing her to hold him in where he was, her tongue licking at his base, the tip just grazing his balls. His hand slipped from her hair to cup her jaw while his thumb captured the tears from her face. She watched as he brought his thumb up to his mouth and sucked her tears.

Hermione pulled up, gasping to take air into her lungs. Saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She gathered it in her hand and used it as lube to pump him from root to tip. He watched as she spit on his tip and allowed it to slowly slide down. Closing his eyes, a moan escaped his lips. The witch lowered her head and began sucking his balls again, but this time focusing her attention on the underside. Allowing her tongue to venture to his hole. Armed with the knowledge that both her wizards enjoy being rimmed and they enjoy rimming her and each other. But she found their reaction became feral when she was the one rimming them. Still stroking him, her hand tightened its grip and increased its speed. The tip of her tongue felt the ribbing of his pucker, swirling and licking until she was pushing against his opening.

Draco felt her tongue at his hole, his vision went red and he took air in deep gasping breaths. “Fuuuuuck. Hermione…gods woman.” He felt her hot breath, and her soft lips against his perineum. The first time she had done that to him, he was sure he would die. The fantasy of her engaging in ass play was one thing. The reality of her not only trying it but enjoying it was like a fucking dream come true. She embraces their darker desires and even pushed them. “Oh Baby. Fuck. Right there.” He couldn’t help but reach his hand down and hold her head, even pushing it against him. Urging her on. After a moment of intense pleasure he released his grip on her head. “Love if you don’t stop… I’m going to… Oh holy Hufflepuff.”

Hermione pulled away. As much as she knew her tongue was bringing him pleasure, she wanted him to finish in her mouth. Still on her knees between his legs, slowing her hand and loosening her grip on his shaft. Brown eyes searched for grey, when she found them she made sure he watched her hand lift her skirt and slip into her knickers.

Draco bit his beautiful lower lip and then suddenly she was bare from the waist down. A wicked smile crossing his face. “I want to see you playing with that perfect pussy. Finger fuck yourself Pet. Push those fingers deep.” He watched her pump her fingers in and out. The room filled with squelching sounds of her fingers They could hear her fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping opening. She looked deep into his eyes as she bit her lip, panting hard.

His voice gravely, “Let me taste my pussy, witch.”

Still on her knees, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and reached for his mouth. He captured them and sucked every drop off. “More. I want more. Come sit on my face. I want you to grind that sweet pussy on my mouth so I can drink every drop of your honey.” When she made no move to do as she was told, his voice dropped lower and his jaw clenched. “MINE. I want what is MINE.”

Hermione had set out to pleasure him and have him come in her mouth. She was determined not to be deterred. “No Sir. This was for you.” Before he could argue with her, she took his entire cock into her mouth and began to fuck him deep. Choking and gagging around him. As she had hoped he was still so sensitive his argument died with a growl. As he slipped down her throat, her tongue began to once again lick the sensitive underside of is shaft. She slid her fingers into her dripping opening and coated them. Using her slick as lube she began to play with his hole. Nudging, prodding at his opening. His legs instinctively opened wider. Had her mouth not been filled with his delicious cock she would have smiled.

Draco felt her fingers playing with is asshole. She was using her own juices combined with the spit and saliva that had been dripping down his balls as lube. His legs opened wider, driven by his desire for what the witch was about to do to him. With the tip of his cock being swallowed and her little fingers opening him and edging deeper and deeper into him, he was not going to last. Her fingers pumped in and out stretching him open. Her head bobbing up and down. “Hermione…. Hermione I’m… I’m close.” Those words had her deepthroating him, pulling up only enough to leave her throat then swallowing him again. At that same time her fingers expertly found that spot in him and began stroking it. His hands flew to her head, pushing it down stilling her. She continued to stroke inside when he exploded down her throat. Pulsing and releasing ropes of thick cum. He held her in place until his balls were empty.

She gently, slowly pulled her fingers from him. As she lifted her head, she licked and sucked his cock. Cleaning every drop of cum and spit from it. “Hmmm you taste so good.” She wandlessly cast a cleaning charm on her hand.

Draco watched her with hooded eyes. His trademark smirk. “While that was fucking amazing,” he reached a hand down and stroked her cheek. “and I loved every single second.” He cupped her jaw. She stuck the tip of her tongue out and swirled it around the head of his dick, causing him to hiss and his hips to bucked. “You my sweet little witch disobeyed me. I wanted to eat ‘my pussy’ and what did you say?”

Smiling and biting her bottom lip, “I said ‘NO’.”

“What happens to little witches who defy their wizards?” He watched as she ‘tried’ to look properly contrite. Her desire to be spanked along with her need to orgasm written all over her face. He almost had to hold back a smile. Almost. He really was put out that she had denied him. Putting his hand out to her, she took it and stood in front of him.

“They get spanked.” As she answered he watched as her thighs clenched together.

Draco sat forward, “Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are.” She did as she was told. Her pussy and thighs glistened with her juices. How many swats should a defiant little witch get for telling her wizard he couldn’t eat her sweet cunt?” He already decided whatever number she gave he was going to double it.

She shrugged her shoulder. “Five?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

“Five.”

“Hmmm. I think ten is more appropriate.” He heard her breath hitch.

“But…”

His smile grew, “Okay fifteen then.”

Hermione watched as his eyebrow lifted as if challenging her to disagree. “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.” Deciding to give her a choice, “Hand or belt?” Theo had found her love of the belt purely by accident. She had been reaching for something on the mantle in the bedroom and he was walking by with is belt in his hand. Theo being Theo swatted her and instead of crying out she moaned. The memory of stripping her down and securing her hands to the mantle while he striped her beautiful flesh was causing him to lose focus.

“Hand Sir. Please use your hand. I need it.”

“As you wish my Pet.” He put a pillow next to his thigh and tapped his leg. She laid across him and placed her head on the pillow. Facing the back of the couch so he could see her. He rubbed her ass, lifting her blouse, pushing it up her back. “It’s been a while Pet. I haven’t reddened these luscious cheeks in a while. He felt her body relax as he stroked feather light touches over her silky skin.

“Hmmm.”

“Do you like me petting you?” His hand sliding between her thighs, up to her wet center, over her back hole. “Open you legs Pet.” She adjusted her position so her legs were open enough to keep her beautiful cunt on display.

Hermione felt her skin tingle, his touch was so light, that every nerve was looking for more. As he brushed his fingers against her pussy she bit back a whimper. Lifting her hips, searching for him. trying to get him to push into her.

He chuckled, “Are you being a Greedy Girl?”

“Please Sir.”

“Because you sucked my cock so good and drank every drop of me.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “How is that Pet?”

She bucked, her clit looking to push against something. “Oh Thank you Sir. Thank you.” She felt him slowly sliding in and out of her. Not fast enough to build her up. Not hard enough to satisfy her growing need. Hermione braced her hands against the sofa and began to lift her head. The next thing she knew her hands were behind her back secured in place with a binding charm.

Placing one hand between her shoulder blades, he pulled his hand free and without warning smacked her ass. “Count Pet.”

“One.”

Smack

“Two.”

Smack, Smack

“Three. Four.”

SMACK

She yelped out “Five. Ow”

He rubbed her cheeks, loving the pink blush his hand had brought to them. “Do you need to say something.” He knew she didn’t need to safe word but it was important that she be reminded that it was an option.

“No Sir.”

“Very good Pet. The next five will be harder.”

She took a calming breath. “Yes Sir.”

SMACK

“Six”

SMACK

“Seven”

SMACK

“Eight. Shit.”

SMACK

“NINE”

SMACK

“TENNNNNNNNNNNN”

Draco paused and gently rubbed each cheek. Hermione was whimpering. His hand drifting to her center. He pushed two fingers in and began stroking her velvety walls. His other hand gently stroked her back. “You are doing so good. Taking your punishment. You love when I spank you don’t you beautiful Pet.”

Panting and mewling “Yes Sir. Yes.”

“Do you need to say something?”

Pausing, “No Sir.”

“I’m so proud of you. You took a moment to think about it.” He again placed his hand between her blades securing her in place, but also reassuring her that he was there with her, not only as her Sir but as her Lover. “These last five will be very intense. I promise as soon as I’m done I will make you feel so good.”

He watched her bite her lip. A long exhale and she was ready.

SMACK (fleshy part of her right cheek)

“ELEVEN”

SMACK (fleshy part of her left cheek)

“TWELVE. Ooooohhhh” she had started grinding her hips against his thigh. Trying to find friction for her clit either on him or the sofa. He allowed it.

SMACK (bottom of her right cheek)

“THIRTEEN. Aaaaahhhh”

SMACK (bottom of her left cheek)

“FOURRRRTEEEN” This was more of a moan. Her ass was a lovely rosey red. Her pussy was dripping all over his leg.

SMACK (right at the ‘V’ of her cheeks)

“fifteen” it was a soft whisper “Please Sir. Please” Her hips were humping the his lap. Her need to orgasm driving her.

“Yes Pet. I’m here. I’ll take care of you. Such a Good Girl.” He released the binding charm and lifted her. Cradling her against him. Wandlessly he transfigured the sofa so it closely resembled a chaise lounge. Laying the little witch down he spread her open and began to feast. Licking her from her pucker to her clit. The second his tongue touched her over sensitive bud, she screamed, “Draco.” The sound of his name let him know that she was aware their roleplay was done and he was now just her lover. “Come whenever you need to Sweetheart.”

No sooner had he given her permission, he flicked her clit again and she felt every muscle in her body tighten, coming hard. He continued to eat her. Holding her hips in place and licking and sucking. He latched his lips over her opening and stuck his tongue into her. Fucking her. Replacing his tongue with three fingers, freeing his mouth to suck her bundle of nerves to the point of pain. Hermione’s hands flew to his head and held him in place. Grey eyes were locked onto her face. She didn’t have to see his smile, it was reflected in his beautiful eyes. Draco and Theo both loved to eat her pussy. They both also loved it even more when she used their faces to get off. Just as she screamed his name again he bit her clit hard and she exploded all over his hand, face and shirt.

Draco lapped up her release. She had squirted all over him. Both he and Theo had found that the special spot inside her, when stimulated enough and adding in a bit of pain, their girl could flood them with her honey. Her eyes were on him. watching as he licked her clean.

Seeing that his cock was fully erect again. She reached out to him. “Come here love. Fill me up. “

He couldn’t help but smile. “Sweetheart, I don’t think your red ass could take me. I will just take things in hand.” He began stroking himself.

“Draco Lucious Malfoy, you give me what is MINE. I want you inside me.”

Trying to hold back a smile, he watched as the little witch turned and got on her hands and knees. Presenting herself to him. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Mine.”

With those words he pushed her face down to the cushion, leaving her punished ass in the air. Grabbing her hips, without warning he drove into her. He fucked her hard. “One more Hermione. Give me one more.” The sound of his hips slapping against her sore ass filled the room. Her orgasm building quickly, he felt her walls flutter and begin to tighten. As she cried out he rutted harder, faster. Feeling his balls begin to tingle as her cunt tightened around him. Pushing deep he felt his cum fill her. Her cunt milking him through his release. When they were both spent he laid on the now transfigured chaise and pulled her down so she was on top of him.

Kissing her and brushing hair from her beautiful face, “Thank you Sweetheart.”

Squishing her nose, “You don’t have to thank me. I love you. I hope this helped relieve some of your tension.”

He laughed, “You have no idea how much that helped.” They just laid there kissing and holding each other. No words. Just tasting, touching and feeling. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Hermione sat up with a little wince from her sore bum. Draco cleared his throat. “Just a minute.”

Theo’s voice came from the other side of the door. “I think you both have had quite enough ‘minutes’. Open the bloody door. You locked it but didn’t use a silencing charm. I’ve been patiently waiting.”

When they were both dressed, Draco opened the door to a properly put out Theo. “Well, you are a wizard, you could have opened the door at any time.”

He walked in, hands in his pockets. “This room reeks of sex.” He kissed Draco, “I didn’t want to interrupt. You needed this.” Strolling over to Hermione he kissed her “Hello Kitten.” He watched as she blushed. “I have some salve for your bum.” Grabbing her chin with his thumb and forefinger, “But I get to apply it.”

He grabbed Hermione’s hand and spun to leave the room, “Come you two need to get cleaned up and I have a well spanked bum to admire.” As he passed Draco, he added, “Mum said to tell you we are having company tonight. Aunt Dromeda and Dam are joining us for dinner.”

Draco heard Hermione ask, “How long were you outside the library?"

Theo’s deep chuckle sounded in the hall. “Long enough to know what you were doing with your little fingers to make him scream out like that.”

Hermione’s only response was a bashful, “Oh.” Draco smiled as he followed his witch and wizard upstairs.