Smirks, Books and, Dirty Looks

Undone

  Pansy was fast asleep, I on the other hand felt uncomfortably dirty. Sleeping was not an option so instead I got up to take a shower, needing time to think things over. Walking over to my bathroom I took my briefs off and looked at my naked body in the mirror. My pale complexion was even more paler since my days at Hogwarts. My perfect pecs and my abs still incredibly in tack riddled with little scars but still okay. The only thing wrong with my body was the black spot on my arm. My dark mark. The engraved mistake of who I once wanted to be, who I basically almost killed to become. Taring my eyes from the spot and looking at my face in the mirror the  worry etched in my eyes couldn't be ignored. 

 'What if nothing gets better, what if the person who receives my letter only laughs and pushes me away?  Will I get any better?' I sighed knowing it was no use I sent the letter and that was that now I just had to wait and see. Giving my body one last glance I turned and entered the shower. Hot water burning at first but making me feel alive, calm even. I lathered my hair with my shampoo that smelled heavenly. 'Green apple and pineapple infusion for the ever present aroma of peace read' the bottle.  I let the water wash away the stench of Parkinson along with the memories. As I began to wash my body I began thinking of who could possibly be the one so open about curing peoples problems.

 Could it truly be someone he knew intimately, or was that just something the strange little witch said to make him feel at ease? Regardless, who would want to treat a Malfoy? I washed my body clean of the soap and stood there naked in the falling water and just began to go over everything that just happened. 'How am I supposed to get Pansy to back off now? Did she really mean what she said..' I felt a throb in my lower region, and looked down. Great. I was hard again. 

 Internally groaning. 'Now I'm just excited even thinking about what happened?' I debated whether or not to masterbate or switch on the cold water. The internal struggle not being long I began to masterbate thinking about my experience with Pansy this afternoon. About the way she moaned while saying my name and about the other times we had sex while at Hogwarts. When we were carefree, and actually liked having sex with each other. Thinking about the time we got caught having sex in the library by the bookworm.

 As I continued to pump up and down I felt even more harder thinking about that specific memory. This time my mind flooding me with the image of how Hermione Granger's face looked like at seeing me pump into Parkinson, and the thought alone excited me further. It always did. I remember her just gasp and look me in the eyes while she blushed furiously, and that alone made me get close to my breaking point. But as always she closes her eyes too quickly and I'm lost to her velvet like voice saying my name in a hushed angry tone. 'Draco Malfoy you perverted swine.'  Those five little words threw me over the edge and I came undone.

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 "Winifred, Freddie, Sabrina, Albus! Come down for dinner loves!" Called out Molly. "Albus is here?" I questioned Ginny, she nodded. "He took the twins secret entrance, said he wanted to get something from my old room." I looked at Molly. "How'd you know he was here?" Molly turned from the door to face us. "Oh deary, I could hear him from a mile away," she laughed. Sure enough, they all came running down at full speed. "Greetings my fellow redheads and honorary redheads," he said while keeping a straight face. He was so like Ginny. Everyone laughed and said hello. 

 I started to serve myself when I felt the familiar sensation of fatigue start to wash over me again. I tried to distract myself and put it to the side. Molly had made a feast for at least twenty people. "Mum, where's dad?" Came the question. "Your father is busy at work. He took on some extra shifts last month seeing as Ginny is almost due. He wants to be there when the little angel is born." Ginny just blushed, "He didn't have to do that." With a wave of her hand molly responded, "Nonsense, we wouldn't dare miss seeing our grandchild being born." Ginny looked at her belly and smiled. 

"This dinner is delicious mum," Ron said in between mouthfuls of potatoes and chicken. My mind began to wander off, something that happened when the potion started to wear off and I began to become exhausted. I quickly stood and excused myself. "I need to powder my nose, be right back," and hurried off to the loo. Once I shut the door I began to search through my belongings for the vial I know held the pick me up potion. 'If I can't at least keep up my strength for the duration of dinner, everyone will know.'  I found the vial soon after and looked in the mirror. I could faintly begin to see the bruising reappear over my makeup. 

 With one hand I waved it in front of my face and muttered a beauty incantation to hide the bruises, after I downed the potion in one go. I noticed that I wasn't alone in the bathroom. Ron stood behind me with a worried look on his face. "What on earth d'you think your doin'?" I just looked at him. "I'm getting rid of the evidence you left on my face Ronald. What else would I be doing?" He turned me around and looked me over his eyes beginning to bulge. "Did I really bruise you face?" He asked quietly and I simply nodded. "Hermione.." I tried to pull away, but he just brought me closer. 

 "I'm so sorry love. I'm so.." he broke off looking away. "I know," was all I could think of saying. "You must probably think I'm a foul right git." I sighed. "No, I just think you have some issues that need to be resolved." He let go of my arms. "Hermione, you must really hate me for everything I've done to you. I mean you're in the bathroom at my parents house drinking potions to hide what a messed up monster I am. Me! Your own husband for Merlin's sake." He was really taking it out on himself, it made me feel awkward. "No, Ron, I don't, I love you." The words felt wrong but I knew it was the right thing to say. "Even though I did this to you?" He questioned me with a hopeful look. 

 Hesitating slightly I responded. "Yes. You are my husband and my best friend. We had so much happen to us and lost some good people, but yes Ron I still love you. I just want you to be better and not do this to me anymore." It was true I still loved him and I wanted him to stop. Ron looked back at me for some time, the tension started to ease between us. Our breathing becoming equal and slow. "You're so beautiful Hermione. You skin is so soft." He leaned in and I smiled. "Oh yeah?" I played with the hem of his shirt. "Yeah. I think your Hogwarts days are far behind you little bookworm." 

 I giggled and my lips were overtaken by his. Slowly I kissed him and he kissed back, this kiss didn't feel like the one we had outside. This kiss was different, it was fueled by lust. I pulled away, "Ron they are going to be waiting for us." He eyes looking me up and down, "Let them wait, I can't wait until we get home damnit. I want you here right now." His voice was husky and I felt him through his pants. "Ron they'll hear us," I tried to reason. "What's magic for then?" I smirked my lust taking over as he grinded his hard member into my now wet spot. "Quietus." He took my arms and turned me around so my arse was planted right on his bulge.

  I moaned and he pulled my hair so I was arching my back. "You like being dirty don't you my little sneaky snake." I just moaned louder. Ron always called me his little sneaky snake when he was about to get really rough and dirty with me. At first it was really weird to hear him talk to me like that but over time it became essential to our rough play. "Ron, take me." With that our clothes were ripped off. He grabbed my breasts with his rough hands and began to massage them. He was positioned under my clit. I moved my hips back and forth grazing my clit with his hard cock. 

 Rubbing my ever sore pussy all over the top of it. He moaned and nibbled on my neck. I loved the feeling that gave me. "Hermione tell me you love me, tell me that it's all mine." I whispered it back to him and his member twitched hitting me on the clit making me moan in great pleasure. "Ron take it make it all yours. Make me feel good." He bit my neck and put his hand on my hips moving us to sit on the toilet cover. "Ride me 'Mione." I carefully positioned his cock to my entrance and slowly began to push down. His head slowly entering my slick pussy. I began to bob up and down slowly taking more of him with each down movement. 

 We were both moaning and before I knew it he took control thrusting into me hard and fast. He gripped my hips hard but so intensely pleasurable I couldn't complain. Without missing a beat he pushed me to the wall and began pumping into me again. I could feel myself begin to contract, my orgasm almost here, when he suddenly gave two more hard fucks and stopped. He had come. My orgasm long forgotten, he kissed my back and said "Merlin Hermione, that was great." He moved out of me and with a flick of his wand we were cleaned up and clothed. 

 "I'll see you down there, I'm going to actually powder my nose now." I faintly smiled. He nodded and walked out without a backwards glance. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was crying.  "What did I just do?"

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