Chapter 10

The couple abruptly arrived in the entrance foyer of Malfoy Manor. Hermione beamed and looked around in wonderment. The ceilings were high, supported by big, white, granite pillars. The floor was tiled in dark green. There were large, ornately framed window panes on the walls, against one wall was a small sitting nook near one of these large windows. She was stunned into stillness, and Draco pulled her gently along to some of the rooms branching off from the main foyer.

There was a sitting room with large, comfortable chairs upholstered in green or black velvet, or expensive, soft suede or leather. There was a large, old, stone fireplace in this room, though no flames danced in it at the moment. The next room was a library. Upon entering here, Hermione gasped. Tall, mahogany bookshelves reached from floor to ceiling. So many books! she thought in delight, and knew that she'd be spending quite a good deal of time here. Another room was for dining, it housed a large, shiny, glass-topped, redwood table that dominated the room, circled with high backed, elegant, black chairs. And more windows. The whole back wall of the room was paned glass. Sunlight streaked through the panes, and if Hermione caught the light at the right angle, she could see motes of dust floating in the air. The room was warm and tranquil, empty like that, but she assumed that she would someday entertain large crowds in this house. She smiled at the thought and Draco pulled her to him and kissed her hair and said, "Welcome home, my sweet Hermione. Come now, upstairs, there's more for you to see of your new home."

He led her up the spiral stairs. She'd always loved spiral stairs, but never dreamed of having them in her own home. When they reached the top, she found herself staring into an ornately framed full-length mirror. Draco still wore a white shirt and dark green silk tie. Hermione wore a pretty lace and cotton white top, black layered skirt and stockings, like she was going to sing in a professional choir. Draco led her down a long, carpeted corridor to a room with big, oak, double doors affixed to which was a gold plaque reading, Master Suite.

'"Our bedroom" he spoke smoothly and smiled.

He opened the door with a flourish, picked her up, and carried her in the spacious room.

"Since we Apparated here, I didn't have a chance to follow tradition", he sneered the word cutely, and she remembered his desperate pleas and her refusal to reveal her wedding ensemble, "and lift you over the threshold," he explained. She laughed as he placed her gently on her back on the large, plush bed they would share from this day on. She glanced around the room excitedly, noticing once more that the entire east wall was glass, providing a lovely view of the sunset, which burned orange in the sky over the vast and well-groomed lawns of the estate. In front of her stood a set of white double doors, which led to a walk in wardrobe. She entered it, and noticed, to her surprise, that along with Draco's clothes, there hung a few garments, obviously meant for her. An evening dress of red satin, another sleeping gown, and, causing her to blush scarlet and giggle uncontrollably, a black lace lingerie pairing, on a white, plaster, bust-and-torso mannequin. She barked a laugh, and went to touch the things, wondering how on earth his father would've reacted if he had happened to enter this wardrobe before they had arrived. This made her laugh more, which prompted Draco to knock on the wardrobe doors. "Come in love!" she called through her giggles. He opened the door hesitantly and smiled. She caught his eye and "What on earth is all this? You have bloody mannequins in your closet!" motioning to the female attire. He laughed quietly and nodded and said "You like them? I figured you wouldn't own many fine gowns, no offense meant to you of course, and as for the sleeping clothes and, ah, this lovely little number over here", he said, motioning to the embarrassing lingerie, "I just thought I'd love the look of them on you. Bugger humiliating to purchase though, as you can imagine, so I really" his eyes became intense, his smile alluring, "hope we can get some use out of them, hmm?" She noticed how he used the "we" plural, and knew what he meant when he referred to them "using" the items. More like ripping them off of me as soon as you see me, Draco love, she thought. She found that the thought, or the mental images it produced, did not frighten her, she felt ready to give herself to him. It was getting dark, and she suddenly felt the need to touch him, to be touched by him. She blushed, and he sensed what she felt, and felt the same. He scooped her up again, and laid her back on the bed gently, on her back, as before. He flicked his wand discreetly, murmured an incantation, and the lights dimmed, and what seemed like a hundred candles, which she hadn't noticed before, became softly lit. He crawled on to the bed and growled softly, straddling her hips with his long legs. His touch and the feel of his warm body against her gave her chills. Feeling her shiver, he chuckled and kissed her open-mouthed on the lips and moved soon to her neck. She moaned and shivered again, in pleasure now, and struggled a bit under his strong hold to add to his arousal. She felt his cock grow hard again and she smiled, and struggled more. Both the lovers began to breathe faster, Hermione struggled and Draco held her down forcefully, yet gently and whispered silkily in her ear, "Relax, love, it is my first time as well, I will make it good for you. He sighed and she moaned as he slid her skirt and then her stockings down to her ankles, and she kicked them off onto the floor. She could feel his erection through his slacks and he rubbed up against her. They moaned in mutual pleasure and she shivered again.

He began undoing the buttons of her white blouse and said "Sorry to make you so cold, my love, but this is rather necessary. She returned the favor, quickly unbuttoning Draco's shirt, but skillfully leaving his tie loosely around his neck, anticipating erotic activities. He reached down, and unbuckled his belt, accidentally brushing his hard-on, and hissing in pleasure. He removed his belt and slipped out of his slacks. Hermione lay below him in just her lingerie, and he lay on top of her in his boxers, his cock was hard against her womanhood. He reached around her, warming her body, and deftly unhooked her bra, which fell from the bed. He stroked her breasts and kissed her, his tongue intruding into her mouth, hot and wet. She was aroused, and the wetness from her womanhood soaked through her panties. Draco felt this, and kindly removed them for her, shedding his boxers as well. She gasped and marveled at his nakedness, stroking his chiseled abs and chest, and lean hips. He murmured another spell, and his hands were instantly coated with oil. He placed two oiled fingers inside of her, and Hermione moaned loudly and arched against him. Her legs fell open wider, and he added a third finger. The guttural cry of pleasure that escaped Hermione's lips was no less than animal, and it drove Draco on. Suddenly overcome with the passionate desire to pleasure her husband, Hermione boldly grabbed hold of Draco's cock and pumped him hard. He moaned and gasped in passion, and forced her to let go as he thrust up into her, entering her painlessly. He swallowed her lusty scream with his mouth, kissing her, bruising her lips, pulling at her hair. She whimpered in pain and pleasure. He pulled out and entered her again and again, swallowing her screams and concealing his own after each thrust, deeper and deeper inside of her each time. As her passion climbed towards her climax, Draco teased her, pulling out and entering her shallowly now, driving them both insane with want. He kept this up for what seemed like hours, it drove Hermione crazy, at one point, with her peak of pleasure so close, she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his tie and pulled his face to hers, kissing him frantically, pressing up and forcing him to thrust himself deep inside of her. They both reached their climax immediately and collapsed together, laughing as the pleasure overpowered them. They both became instantly exhausted, Draco summoned up enough energy to smooth the covers over their bodies, and they drifted quickly to sleep, Hermione tucked tightly against him.