Malfoy's New Life 4 - The End (Patreon)

They landed roughly.

Apparition always left a split-second of imbalance, but this time it came with Hermione struggling to keep her balance with her trembling legs, still dealing with the aftermath of her explosive climax, and her panties, still around her ankles, didn’t make it easier. If it wasn’t for his reflexes, she would have hit hard.

Instead, when she stumbled, his arm was already around her waist, holding her upright, and she made a small, startled sound that was half protest and half leftover moan.

The first thing she did was try to cover herself.

Arms across her breasts. Shoulders hunched. The longer work skirt had fallen back into place in the jump, but her knickers were still tangled around one ankle and her blouse and bra stuffed into his bag. She looked down at herself, then around the room, then at him, color climbing from her chest to her hairline.

“Where are we?” she stammered. “This is not Malfoy Manor.”

“It’s not. I rarely spend time there,” he said. “This is my house in London.”

Hermione’s mouth opened. Closed. She forgot, for one second, that she was half-naked and leaking onto his floor. “Really?” she said. “You have a house in Muggle London.”

“I did. It’s in Islington. Nice place, with a cute garden,” he said. “I can give you a tour if you want.”

She stared at the staircase, at the clean lines of the banister, at the way the light hit a cluster of white orchids on the kitchen island. Her arms loosened a fraction. Then she remembered her state and snatched them back into place.

“I need my clothes first.”

“Do you?” he responded, his hands exploring her body. “Think of it, Hermione. We already agreed that it’s an indulgence for a day. Do you really waste our time?”

“That’s not the same,” she whispered, but when his fingers found the zipper of her skirt, slowly dragging, she didn’t say anything. The skirt pooled around her ankles, finally revealing her naked body completely.

He hugged her, enjoying her body. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

She blushed. “I’m not walking around your house like this.”

“You are, actually,” he whispered seductively. “Locking charm and Notice-Me-Not on the whole property. No house-elves. No portraits. No one is going to see you except me.” He reached out and, very gently, unhooked one of her arms from her chest. She let him. The breast he uncovered was still flushed, the nipple tight. “If you want to stop, say it. You know I follow your lead.”

It was easy to promise that when he was confident she wouldn’t ask that. She swallowed, glanced once more at the elegant hall, and whispered, “Fine. A tour. Then a shower. Then I leave.”

“As you wish.”

He laced his fingers through hers, holding her hand in a casual intimacy, and waved his wand, vanishing his clothes. It was an intimate walk, nothing to hide behind.

The sitting room opened to the left. Hermione paused, her eyes taking note of the huge bookcase, filled with books. Muggle books, including economy, politics, and other stuff. “I can’t believe you read all of them. Marx, Hobbes, even Keynes.”

“As I said, once I realized that Muggle world is not the backward swamp they claimed, I was determined to learn. And, the more I learned, the more I learned how sophisticated they are. Compared to them, the Wizarding world is lagging behind.”

She scoffed. “Tell that to Ron. He still believes electricity is a gimmicky toy—“ she started, then gasped, realizing that she was talking about her fiancee, whom she had just cheated, and planning to cheat once more.

Draco hugged her from behind, distracting her with a kiss, then with a question. “What are the chances that Newton was a squib?” he said. “Because nothing else can explain his obsession with alchemy.”

Hermione realized he was distracting her, but she accepted it. “There’s a chance,” she admitted. “Maybe I can dig it a bit. Too bad the magicals wouldn’t care, and Muggles can’t know.”

“True,” he said, while he rubbed his shaft against her naked ass. She moaned.

“You have a nice library,” he said.

“High praise from the great bookworm,” he said, teasing. Then, he pushed her, and she lost her balance, holding onto the shelf.

“What’s that?” she gasped.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined being fucked against a bookshelf in a library, because I won’t believe it,” he said as he slipped inside her.

She sucked in her breath while his hand found the inside of her thigh again. “I thought it was supposed to be a tour,” she said weakly.

“It is, a proper one, with entertainment,” he responded, his hips moving fast while his palm stroked up gently. She was still slick. Her body, still remembering her last orgasm, reacted, breathing deeply. “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it?”

“I will admit, I might have some fantasies. Tell me, which book is your favorite?” she whispered, fascinated. Her reaction to his touch was already transforming; her passion no longer a surprise to herself, confirming his earlier guess that her little restaurant encounter had been her first time.

And, based on how quickly she adapted, it was clearly Weasley’s incompetence. Well, he thought. Weasley’s loss, his gain.

He talked about his favorite books while he fucked her. Her naked breasts finally moved properly without the table to keep them stable. He was not surprised when her climax hit even faster, her obsession with books paying unexpected dividends.

[Magic Theory +5]

“Draco,” she moaned as the climax hit her again.

He hugged her once again to keep her from falling. “Kitchen next.”

But, he didn’t let her go. Instead, he hooked his arms under her legs, lifting her with him, still inside. She leaned against his chest, while he walked to the kitchen, which was mostly clean, though he had a couple of used pots in the sink.

“You cook,” she said, surprised.

“Occasionally,” he said as he put her down on the kitchen island, facing her once again, pulling out. Instead, he kissed her hard, enjoying her response, even more passionately. She seemed to be very happy to take advantage of the one-day amnesty they had created.

Too much, even. He found her legs spreading before wrapping around him, pulling him inside her once again. This time, he didn’t invade her hard, kissing her idly. He enjoyed how quickly she was shedding her passive attitude and acting proactive.

Her hands mapped his body passionately, while he enjoyed her kisses.

Soon, however, he hugged her, lifting her again. With her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, carrying her was even easier. “It’s time for the next room,” he said. She just whimpered, each step driving deeper into her.

She was uninterested in his walk, until they arrived at the room. The only room warded with muggle-repelling charms.

His study.

Hermione gasped when she saw the shelves, filled with magical books, some from Malfoy manor, but most of them had been acquired in the last few years. Already close to edge, it made her climax.

[Magic Theory +5]

Malfoy library was filled with ancient books of dark curses, but it was another thing that war had taught him. Just learning a long list of spells didn’t mean much. Magic required imagination.

It was why he had collected books from all around the globe, from China to Africa, not focusing on the spells but on the core principles of theory.

In that aspect, he suspected he had the best library. Even Hogwarts library didn’t have most of them, limited to European-style casting.

“What a collection,” Hermione gasped as she noticed some of the titles, her fascination intense enough that she ignored him. He would have been felt inadequate, but two things stopped him. First, Hermione’s relationship with books was almost holy.

Also, just like earlier, he had learned that there were certain perks to it.

He allowed her to stand down, and she immediately dashed to the shelves, browsing enthusiastically. He sat on his chair, watching her with a smirk. After all, she was still naked, making it an excellent show.

“How the hell did you managed to get your hands on all those books,” she gasped. “They are not only rare, but also protected. I tried to get my hands on a book on African wandless casting traditions, but even a historical account is impossible to get without months of negotiation.”

Draco shrugged, catching her gaze. “A lot of favors, and even more obscene amount of gold,” he responded. “Getting them officially is impossible, but if you know the right person…”

“They are smuggled?” She gasped, scandalized.

His smirk widened. “If you are so against smuggling, you don’t have to read them,” he said. Technically, he knew it was a risk, but as far as crimes went, it was a minor one. Even if she snitched on the ministry, the worst was the confiscation and fine, since there was no dark magic.

And, he already had the originals locked in his vault. His current library was filled with copies.

“I can borrow them?” she said.

“Not borrow as they can’t leave the room, they are still technically illegal,” he said, watching her expression fall. “But, I have no problem you visiting and reading here,” he responded. Watching her bite her lips, he knew it would work wonders to turn their so-called temporary entanglement into a longer-term one.

He didn’t need to cheat, but he was Slytherin. If there were an easier path, he would always take it.

“Oh,” she said, and it was the same sound she made over a rare edition.

“Of course, you need to beg properly for a library card,” he teased her, his tone cheerful to remind her that it was teasing, and not pushing.

Her eyes widened. “And, how do I beg?” she whispered.

He parted his legs on the seat. “Getting on your knees in front of me is a good start,” he said.

She seemed hesitant. “I … I never did it,” she said, suddenly hesitant and self-conscious, like she was admitting to some grand flaw, and not making their little dance far more exciting.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” he promised.

She might have hesitated before, but after several orgasms, she was far more adventrous. Just like that, she knelt in front of him, the sight was magnificent. He had imagined her on her knees before, but she was usually clothed and angry, merely a defeated prisoner, not naked, willing, and sexy.

He had to admit, reality was far better than his childish imagination.

The study carpet was thick enough that kneeling was comfortable. He enjoyed the incredible view before he started. “It’s simple, sexy,” he teased. “Just take it between your lips, and be careful of your teeth. The rest, I will guide.”

Back in school, her inability to slow down while learning had been annoying. Here, it was an incredible boon. Her hesitancy made it clear that it was her first time as well, but she didn’t hesitate, her hand grabbed the base while she put her lips over the crown.

“Taste it if you want to know what you’re doing,” he said.

She blushed, avoiding his gaze, but she still gave a lick along the side. He shivered. The feeling, combined with the view, was amazing.

“Good,” he whispered as his fingers slid into her hair, not gripping yet. “Wrap your lips around just the head. No teeth.”

She took him into her mouth.

It was awkward at first. There was too much awareness of her teeth, of how wide she had to open, of the way her jaw immediately protested. She pulled off with a wet sound, breathing hard.

“I can’t—” she started.

He interrupted her with a gentle tug of her bushy hair, finally realizing the benefit of her messy mane. “You can. Just need to repeat a few times before you stop overthinking,” he added, thumbing her lower lip gently, then guided her back down. “Seal your lips. Use your tongue on the underside while you move.”

She repeated, the improvement already clear. The best part, she was very open to learn. Other women took even the slightest comment personally, while Hermione absorbed every correction.

A few minutes was all it took to turn adequate. She was still clumsy, but once she passed her initial shyness, her enthusiasm was more than enough to compensate.

“That’s it. Look at me when you can,” he whispered. “Eye contact works better than magic.” She did. The eye contact made her whimper around him.

Still, she settled iinto it the way she settled into any new discipline, with constant repetition and correction. Every so often she pulled back to breathe and immediately went back, as if leaving the problem unsolved was intolerable.

“Perfect for the beginner course,” he teased.

“Beginner?” she asked.

He smirked. “I can always give the preview of advanced. You can handle it passively,” he teased. “Can you handle it?”

“Of course I can,” she responded.

He was not surprised. Regardless of the situation, she was an overachiever. “Fine,” he said, tightening his grip. You’re going to gag. That’s normal. The trick is not to panic, and just breathe through your nose whenever you can. If you can’t handle it, just tap my leg.”

She nodded, looking excited.

“Good, relax your jaw, and let me take over,” he said, tightening his grip on her hair.

He shifted his hips, getting a better angle, and pushed.

The first real attempt made her gag hard. He pumped twice before pulling back. She came off coughing, a string of spit swinging from her lip, eyes streaming. He waited, knowing she would recover.

She did. She didn’t even say anything, just wrapped her lips around it . He pushed again. The second time, he got further, pushing into her throat successfully despite her gagging. She let out a helpless, panicked moan that vibrated all the way through him.

But, she didn’t tap, so he held her there for a count of three before pulling back.

“Again,” she said, determination and arousal battling.

A few repeats later, he was deep into her throat, spit running down her chin and onto her bare breasts. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled his study, while he constantly praised her.

She reacted to those spectacularly.

He had always known she had been a teacher’s pet, but he could never have imagined it extended to the bedroom … or the other surfaces.

“You’re doing great, Hermione. You’re a natural,” he whispered, her eyes finding his despite the strain. He continued fucking her throat harder, even when she convulsed around him, tears tracking through the mess on her face.

Her eyes begged him to continue, and he held her there, feeling her swallow reflexively around the intrusion. He pulled back only when he was at the edge, spraying her face and her tits with his seed.

[Magic Theory +2]

The resulting view was incredible.

He expected it to be the end of it. But, somehow, once her wheezing subsided, Hermione surprised him more. “Mister librarian,” she whispered sexily. “Is that enough to get my library card, or do I have to work harder?”

“Provisionally, yes,” he whispered. “Naturally, you have to work harder to upgrade it, but we can talk about it once we finish our tour,” he said, grabbed her, and carried her to the bathroom in bridal hold.

The bathroom was white stone, with a wide glass shower and towels that were soft as sin. He turned the water on hot, and it started coming down from the ceiling like rain. “Fancy,” she said and stepped under. Under the water, his seed washed away.

He watched her for a moment, the view of her in his shower, naked, was magnificent in a whole other way, solidifying his decision to steal her from Weasley. Luckily, he suspected it would be very easy.

Especially since it seemed that Weasley had wasted their long engagement completely.

“Are you watching me bathe?” she said, suddenly shy. He chuckled, surprised by her reaction, mostly because the contrast was amazing.

“You are beautiful,” he said, which somehow seemed to surprise her. He decided to show it directly, stepped into the shower and immediately pushed her against the ceramic wall. “What do you think?” he whispered while his shaft pressed against her belly.

“I think you’re feeling impatient,” she whispered.

“Correct,” he said, slipped inside, and started to show her exactly how beautiful he found her.

The shower made everything louder and slicker. Her back was against the wall while his mouth found her breasts, the water making her amazing nipples even more alluring. He fucked her in deep strokes while steam filled the room, his teeth clamping around her nipples.

The shower was not a place to experiment with too many positions, so he drilled her aggressively until she exploded with a broken gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t slow down, continuing to drill her harder and harder until he exploded as well.

At that point, both of them lost themselves in passion, the day turning into a blur. They fucked like rabbits, stopping only for pepper-up potions for some extra energy to stave off the exhaustion.

Since she was under the impression that it was only for one day, Hermione was even more enthusiastic.

She was lying against his chest when dawn arrived. “And, that’s the end of the day,” she whispered, trying to hold on to the haze. “We promised this is the end, and we don’t speak of it.”

“As you wish,” he whispered, still inside her. “How about one last kiss?”

“Fine, just a kiss,” she said.

“I promise,” he lied, his hands dancing on her body. His trick was simple, but it worked wonders. Thanks to a few healing charms she cast earlier, her body was still raring to go.

In the end, they were both late for work…

As he watched Hermione finally apparate, wearing a conjured outfit, he realized that he might have done a favor to Weasley.

There was no way he could have handled such an insatiable minx.

He hummed, finally turning his attention on his other reward, one that been upgraded during their night of debauchery.

[Unlocked Traits

Magic Theory: Expert Wizard (32/100)]