A/N - This story is split into three parts. Part two is a long part, like this one, while the third part is a small part just to round things off. This is just a fun story, that's definitely not to be taken too serious. There is also quite a few sexual innuendoes and mentions of sex throughout the story. Part two will be up tomorrow and part three on Wednesday. I hope people enjoy.
Sunday.
It was mid-afternoon when Hermione Granger finally managed to get out of bed. Her departure from the large, four poster bed was met by disappointed moaning from her fiancé, Draco Malfoy.
"Do we really have to get up?" Draco moaned, watching as Hermione slipped on her underwear. "Could we not just stay in bed for a while longer?"
"We're due to at the Manor in less than half an hour." Hermione replied. "Don't you want to go away this week?" She asked, turning to face Draco.
Hermione and Draco were getting married the following Saturday and for the week leading up to the wedding they were staying at an exclusive hotel in the middle of nowhere. The hotel was where the couple were actually getting married but in the week leading up to the event the entire wedding party had the run of the massive building and its grounds.
"I have no problems spending the week at a five star hotel, what I do have a problem with is this ridiculous no sex rule my mother is implementing." As he was speaking Draco reluctantly got out of bed and began pulling on his clothes. "Honestly, who can go a whole week without sex?"
Hermione laughed at Draco's outrage. The no sex the week before the wedding was a stipulation from Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, apparently it was a Black family tradition and she had insisted that Draco and Hermione honoured it. Hermione had been less than thrilled with the idea but considering Narcissa had managed to organise the perfect wedding and had managed to include her mother in the planning and her muggle heritage into the ceremony so effortlessly, she had agreed to the tradition. Draco had argued more than her but in the end he had given in to his mother's wishes, just like Hermione knew he would.
"A week is hardly going to kill you." Hermione said, interrupting Draco's complaints. "Besides think of how special our wedding night will be if we haven't been together for a week."
"I don't know about special, but it will be bloody quick if I have to go a whole week." Draco muttered.
"Will you stop moaning?" Hermione sighed, walking over to Draco and wrapping her arms around his neck. "It will be five days. Even you can last five days."
"Maybe." Draco grinned at Hermione as he slid open the fastening on her dress and his hands found their way to her bum. "But can you resist me until Saturday?" He asked, pulling Hermione closer to him and connecting their lips.
Hermione moaned softly into the kiss as her hands found their way under Draco's still open shirt. When Hermione rubbed her hand over the front of his trousers Draco smirked, thinking he had managed to get Hermione to return to bed. Unfortunately for Draco when Hermione broke the kiss she stepped out of his arms and proceeded to zip her dress up again.
"We'll finish on Saturday night." Hermione told her future husband, smirking at his shocked expression.
"You're so evil, getting my hopes up like that." Draco muttered as he carried on getting dressed. He'd only done up a few buttons on his shirt when Hermione's words registered with him and his head snapped round to where Hermione was checking their bags. "What do you mean Saturday night? We get married in the afternoon."
"I'm not consummating our marriage with a quickie, in-between the ceremony and the reception." Hermione replied. "Our first time as a married couple will happen in a bed."
"What's the big deal, it's not as if our first time overall happened in a bed." Draco snorted. "As I recall you were more than happy with a quickie on my desk that time."
"Yes well, that was five years ago and we'd been flirting with each other for quite a while before that." Hermione responded, not being swayed by Draco's protestations. "And that has no bearing on the fact that I want our first time as a married couple to be more romantic than a quick shag while I'm still wearing my wedding dress."
Sighing in defeat Draco walked over to where Hermione was standing and grabbed their bags. While a quickie before the reception was something he wouldn't complain about he could wait for later that night if that was what Hermione wanted, if she wanted the perfect romantic experience then he would make sure that was what she got. However going five days before that without any sex might be something he struggled with a lot more, Draco couldn't remember ever going that long in between encounters in the five years they had been together.
"Right, let's go." Hermione declared, taking a look around the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.
Once she was satisfied they had everything the couple flooed to Malfoy Manor, where they would then head onto the hotel.
When Hermione and Draco arrived at the hotel with Draco's parents they found the front hallway packed with their friends and family. While Narcissa headed to the reception desk to begin sorting the rooms Hermione greeted her parents and the Weasley's, Molly and Arthur. While Molly and Arthur weren't technically part of the wedding party, Hermione had insisted they experience the week of luxury as she thought of them as second parents after the way they had welcomed her into their family in her school days.
When Narcissa returned from the reception desk she handed keys to Hermione's parents, the Weasley's and Lucius. When the five parents had left Narcissa then gathered the wedding party around her, which consisted of Hermione and Draco's large group of friends that always spent their free time together.
There were Hermione's best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, along with their girlfriends Luna Lovegood and Pansy Parkinson. Ron and Luna had been together for three years and Ron was on the verge of proposing, or so he kept telling people. Harry and Pansy had only been together for eighteen months but their relationship seemed pretty solid and the whole group were confident they would last. Then there were Draco's best friends, Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott. Blaise was engaged to Ron's little sister, Ginny Weasley, while Theo was married to fellow Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass. And finally the group was completed by Ron's elder brother George Weasley and his wife, Angelina Johnson. After George's twin brother, Fred, died in the war it was Ron who had helped him pick up the pieces of his life by helping him with his shop and including him with his friends. Over the years George had become very much a part of the group and no-one ever gave a second thought to the fact he and Angelina were a few years older than the rest of the group.
"Now you boys are in a special suite on the fifteenth floor and the girls are in an identical suite on the fourteenth floor." Narcissa explained to the group. "You all know about my family's tradition so I'm entrusting all of you to ensure Draco and Hermione don't break it. There will be no sex until the wedding night."
"I hope you just mean Draco and Hermione." George laughed. "I don't fancy taking part in a sex ban." Several of the guys agreed with George while Angelina tutted at her husband.
"What you lot do is your business." Narcissa said, waving her hand in dismissal. "But I expect you two to behave." She added, looking at Hermione and Draco.
"Don't worry, we'll behave." Hermione replied, smiling sweetly at Narcissa. "I've already made it clear to Draco what will be happening this week."
"Tough luck mate, it looks like you're not getting any." Blaise said, clapping Draco on the shoulder. "You'll have to make do with hearing our sordid tales of sexual escapades."
"I think that is my cue to leave." Narcissa said, curling her nose up at Blaise's words. "I suggest you all go and get settled in, dinner is as seven in the ocean view dining room."
Turning on her heel Narcissa left her son and his friends to get sorted as she entered the nearest lift. A few minutes later she entered her own luxurious room, where she found Lucius sitting on the bed.
"How did it go?" Lucius asked.
"Fine." Narcissa nodded. "I made it clear that no-one is to let Draco and Hermione sneak off together."
"It won't work." Lucius snorted. "Those two will never last five days without sex, they can hardly keep their hands to themselves."
"Five days is not a long time, I'm sure they'll manage fine." Narcissa huffed, sitting down on a chair and removing her heels.
"Five days is an eternity." Lucius protested. "Especially when you're young and about to be married. I can vividly remember the torture I went through the week before our wedding, I feel so sorry for Draco."
"Honestly, you Malfoy men and your high sex drives." Narcissa snorted. "Normal people can cope perfectly well without sex every day."
"You don't normally complain about my sex drive." Lucius said, smirking at his wife. "I'm sure it's much healthier than men half my age."
"I'm sure it is." Narcissa smiled at her husband before turning serious again. "Anyway back to Draco and Hermione. I know they will last the time because Hermione is completely on board with the idea. Downstairs she made it clear that they will be waiting."
"I bet you anything, they crack before Saturday." Lucius said with a laugh.
"You're on." Narcissa said. "If they last the time, which they will, I get to pick where we go on our next holiday and what we do. If they crack, you can decide what we're doing."
"Deal." Lucius held his hand out and Narcissa shook it. "But I'm telling you, I'll be picking our next holiday destination."
"Don't be so cocky." Narcissa tutted, standing up and walking towards the en-suite bathroom. "I have faith in them."
"I have faith in them too, faith they'll crack and manage a quickie before the wedding."
Standing in the doorway to the bathroom Narcissa shook her head at her husband. "Like me Hermione has will power, and she won't let Draco seduce her. Draco will be able to manage fine, after all you did all those years ago."
Lucius smirked at his wife's words as he got up to follow her into the bathroom. "Oh, I managed more than fine." He muttered under his breath.
Monday.
Instead of eating breakfast in one of the three different dining rooms, it took place in a room specially designed for the first meal of the day. Against one wall of the room sat a large table that was filled with every sort of breakfast food and drink imaginable. Dotted around the rooms were tables of various sizes but when Draco and the boys arrived for breakfast only three were in use.
Draco's parents, Hermione's parents and the Weasley's were all sitting around one table talking happily together. No matter how many time he witnessed his father talking civilly to muggles and the Weasley's, Draco couldn't help but smile at the sight. Just seeing his father making an effort reminded him of how far his family had come from the war that had nearly destroyed all three of them and their family name. Luckily in the years that had passed since then the Malfoy's had moved on and it was very rare their dark background was an issue to anyone.
While the three sets of parents were at one table the girls were spread over two, although the tables were next to each other. Hermione, Ginny and Angelina sat at one table while Luna, Pansy and Daphne sat at another.
As soon as he saw the table full of food Ron rushed over to grab a plate, he only briefly stopped to say hello to Luna. The rest of the boys however greeted their partners properly before grabbing some food and returning to sit down.
"How did you guys sleep?" Hermione asked, once everyone was settled down. After dinner the previous night everyone had headed into the bar for a drink and when she and the girls had left for bed the boys were still going strong.
"Fine, except it was like being back in school." Blaise grumbled.
The suite they were staying in had initially been met with great enthusiasm as the boys had entered a large living area with numerous seats and entertainment facilities. They had however been less than enthused to discover the bedroom was one large room with six beds, meaning they all had to bunk together. They had since discovered the girls had an identical set-up in their suite, although they weren't in the slightest bit fazed by the arrangement.
"Honestly, what sort of demented witch puts us in a room with six beds rather than us all having individual rooms." George muttered.
"Is there a problem, here?" A feminine voice said from behind George.
At the sound of the voice George whipped round and found himself looking at Narcissa, hoping she hadn't heard his complaint about her he put on his best smile. "No, we're just saying what a lovely hotel you've picked for the wedding."
Narcissa made a non-committal sound before she addressed everyone. "I suggest you take advantage of the facilities today as over the course of the week I'll be expecting you all to help with the preparations."
Turning round Narcissa went back to the other parents before the group exited the breakfast room. George waited until he was sure the witch was definitely gone before he started complaining.
"Help with the preparations? No-one ever mentioned helping with the preparations before."
"Surely you didn't expect my mother to invite you all for a week of relaxation without some sort of ulterior motive, did you?" Draco laughed.
"Yes." George said.
"Then you're far more naive than I ever thought possible." Draco said as he stood up. "I'm going to get another glass of juice, do you want anything?" He asked Hermione.
"No thanks." Hermione shook her head so Draco headed off to the food table. "So what are you lot planning on doing today?" She asked Blaise and George.
"Playing Quidditch." Theo piped up from the other table. "I was talking to one of the barmen last night and he reckons the pitch here is excellent. Apparently several international players have practiced here over the years."
"What is the big fascination with that sport?" Hermione wondered out loud.
"You would understand if you had played." Blaise said, turning to Ginny to get her to support him. "Hey, where's Gin?" He asked, finding an empty seat next to him.
"She went to get another bowl of fruit." Angelina said. "She's over there talking to Draco."
Blaise turned to look at the food table, spotting his fiancée and best friend standing whispering about something. Not having Ginny to support him he turned back to Angelina and George and the three of them spent the next few minutes trying to convince Hermione how wonderful Quidditch was.
After a few minutes of badgering Hermione held her hands up to stop her friends from continuing with their persuasion. "Fine, Quidditch is wonderful." She said, rolling her eyes.
"You should really give it a chance." Blaise tutted. "Maybe if you actually got on a broom you wouldn't hate it as much."
"I don't think so." Hermione laughed. "I'm going nowhere near any broomsticks. My feet are staying firmly on the ground."
"Well it's time our feet were moving to the spa." Angelina said, kissing George on the cheek and standing up. "We've got treatments booked all day."
Hermione also stood and after gathering the rest of the girls they departed from the breakfast room.
"Where are they all going?" Draco asked as he returned to the table.
"Spa." George answered, before he moved over to the other table to ask Theo more about the Quidditch Pitch.
"Blaise, I need your help." Draco moved next to Blaise and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"What with?" Blaise asked.
"I need you to cover for me this afternoon." Draco whispered. "I'll only be for an hour or two, but I need you to help me slip away from the others."
"What are you planning?" Blaise looked at Draco suspiciously. He knew his best friend well and he knew Draco was up to something.
"You don't need to know." Draco replied. "All you need to do is cover for me."
"Fine." Blaise sighed. "We'll slip away after lunch."
"Good man." Draco grinned and patted Blaise's shoulder before he stood up. "I thought we were going to play Quidditch." He said to his friends.
"We are." Harry replied eagerly as he stood up. "Let's go."
Laughing and chatting the boys made their way out of the breakfast room and headed in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. Blaise was slightly behind the rest as he wondered why Draco wanted him to help him sneak off, he was also racking his brains for a way that he and Draco could slip away without the others wanting to come with them. Arriving at the pitch Blaise shrugged off his thoughts, he could think of a plan over lunch but for now he had Quidditch to play.
When lunch rolled round the boys decided just to grab a sandwich at one of the many bars as they debated what to do for the rest of the day. Returning to play some more Quidditch seemed the popular option with almost everyone being up for it. The only people who didn't show any enthusiasm was Draco and Blaise as both men were wondering how they could slip away for a few hours.
"You know, I don't think I fancy heading back to the Quidditch pitch." Draco said, an idea forming in his head. "I fancy doing something more relaxing."
"Quidditch is relaxing." Ron protested. "At least it helps me relax."
"I was thinking of having a massage." Draco said. He knew none of his friends would be up for doing anything like that so he wasn't worried they would try and accompany him.
"Please, no." Theo pulled an unimpressed face. "That's so girly, I'm not getting a massage."
"I don't want one either." Harry said. "Plus, Pansy wouldn't like it if another woman had her hands all over me."
"I sure they have a few male masseurs." Draco suggested, knowing that would repulse his friends even further.
"Blood hell, I'm not letting a man feel me up." Ron snorted in disgust.
"I could go myself and you lot could go back to playing Quidditch." Draco said, knowing that if his friends agreed with that then he wouldn't even need Blaise's help.
"No, you're not going alone." George declared, shooting Draco's idea down. "There's no way I'm facing the wrath of Narcissa if she discovers we let you wander off alone."
"What exactly do you think I'm going to get up to?" Draco asked. "I'm only going for a massage, I don't need an escort."
"Well you're getting one." Theo told his friend. "Now we just decide if we all go or if just one of us has to suffer."
"I'll go." Blaise offered. "You four head back to play Quidditch while Draco and I will go and get a massage."
"We can then meet back up here and have a drink before dinner." Draco added.
"Yeah, I like that plan." Ron said quickly. The last thing he wanted was for more discussions to take place and everyone having to suffer a massage, especially if there were male masseurs.
"So do I." Harry hastily agreed with his best friend. "We should do that."
As the decision to split into two groups was finalised Draco and Blaise shared a quick grin, it had been easier than they thought to slip away for a while. A few minutes later the two groups split up and Draco and Blaise headed towards the spa rooms on the third floor.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want." Draco said to Blaise and they entered the room where the men changed. "You can go off and do something else and come back in an hour or so."
"Nah, I think I'm actually going to have a massage." Blaise replied.
Draco nodded and the two men stripped out of their clothes and put on the fluffy bathrobes that the spa provided. They then headed into the main spa and sorted a massage out for Blaise. While Blaise headed for a massage he watched Draco slip into one of the sauna's, wondering exactly what his friend was up to.
...
In the midst of the steam in the sauna two naked bodies moved together, creating a heat all of their own. Looking down at the witch writhing underneath him Draco felt a prickle of guilt, he shouldn't be doing this. As if sensing his doubts his partner pulled Draco closer and kissed him passionately before her lips trailed over his cheek and up towards his ear.
"Harder." She begged, digging her nails into his bum and pulling him deeper into her.
Obeying his lovers instructions Draco doubled his efforts, making the witch underneath him moan wantonly. As the pair's coupling got more heated Draco's guilt and doubts slipped away as he lost himself in the pleasure he was experiencing.
...
Blaise was just finishing getting dressed when Draco sauntered into the room, whistling merrily. He had thoroughly enjoyed his massage and was quite happy that Draco had used it as an excuse to get away for a while.
"You look relaxed." Blaise noted.
"I am." Draco replied. "How was your massage?"
"Good." Blaise nodded. "Very relaxing."
"I'm pleased you enjoyed yourself."
"Not as much as you enjoyed yourself by the looks of things." Blaise retorted. "You haven't stopped smiling since you entered the room."
"Can't a bloke just be happy?" Draco shrugged and tried to compose himself before turning back to Blaise. "Shall we go and meet the others?"
"Yeah, although they'll probably still be outside." Blaise replied, checking his watch and finding they had only been in the spa a couple of hours.
"We can just watch." Draco said as they left the room and headed for the lifts.
Once they were back on the ground floor Draco and Blaise made their way to the Quidditch pitch, where their friends were still flying around. After yelling a quick greeting Draco and Blaise settled down to watch their friends for the rest of the afternoon.
Tuesday.
Lunch on Tuesday was a noisy but cheerful affair. Everyone had spent the morning having fittings for suits and dresses and afterwards they had all converged in the most casual dining room for lunch. Narcissa had organised for all the tables to be pushed together to create one long table while there was a bar at one end of the room for the people who wished to have a drink with their food.
Hermione was busy talking with her mother when she absentmindedly reached for her glass. Realising it was empty she looked around for Draco, she could have sworn he offered to refill her glass a while ago. After a quick scan of the room Hermione found her fiancé standing at the bar. He was deep in conversation with a giggling Daphne and looked to have forgotten about the two drinks that was sitting by his elbow. Hermione was just about to go and retrieve her own drink when Draco and Daphne picked up their glasses and began making their way back to the table.
"Finally." Hermione remarked when Draco placed her glass of wine on the table. "I thought you'd ran off."
"Why would I run off?" Draco asked, giving Hermione a quick kiss as he settled into his seat.
"I thought maybe your mother's no sex ban had driven you crazy and you'd ran." Hermione joked.
"Mother's no sex ban is driving me crazy." Draco admitted. "The woman is insane. I mean it's bad enough she's banned the sex, but she even refuses to allow us to share a bed on a night."
"Do you miss me?" Hermione teased, smiling wickedly at her fiancé.
"I might." Draco grinned. "Although I don't miss the snoring."
"I do not snore." Hermione exclaimed indignantly, hitting Draco on the arm.
"Well maybe it's not quite snoring." Draco conceded. "It's more like you make these little snuffling noises, kind of like a piglet."
"A piglet?" Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
"I meant it in a good way." Draco said, trying to redeem himself. "It's actually quite cute."
"Cute or not, if you refer to me as an animal one more time you'll be on a no sex ban when we're married as well." Hermione replied.
"I promise I'll not to refer to you as an animal again." Draco said.
"Good." Hermione smiled. "Now why don't you tell me what you and Daphne were talking about? She was giggling like a love-struck teenager."
"I was just asking about your dress." Draco replied. "According to Daph, you look amazing and I'm going to be blown away."
"If I do look that good, most of it will be down to her and the girls. They've been amazing and have everything sorted for Saturday."
"You don't need the girls to look amazing." Draco said, leaning over and cupping Hermione's cheek in his hand. "You always look amazing and you always blow me away."
Hermione smiled at her fiancé and leant over to press her lips against his. Draco quickly deepened the kiss and Hermione eagerly responded, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck and pulling him even closer to her.
"Break it up you two." George called from a few seats down. "Some of us are trying to eat."
Breaking apart, albeit reluctantly, Hermione and Draco turned to glare at George before they returned to their own meal. For the rest of the meal the couple only had eyes for each other and it barely registered when the parents left the room, leaving the younger members of the wedding party to entertain themselves for the rest of the afternoon.
"What are we going to do this afternoon?" Theo asked.
"I don't know, but I suggest we do something quick." Harry replied. "Narcissa was muttering earlier about heavy lifting and she was looking in our direction."
"I was reading a brochure earlier and the hotel have their own private cinema." Daphne said.
Since Hermione was muggleborn and Harry had been brought up by muggles the group had plenty of experience with simple muggle things. Films was a big thing the group had gotten into and they often had movie nights at different people's houses. They had once tried going to the cinema in the muggle world but it had proved a bit overwhelming for a few of the purebloods who still weren't entirely comfortable around so many muggles.
"Yeah, that sound like fun." Blaise said. "I bet they have a great collection of films to choose from."
Once it was sorted they were going to the cinema Blaise and Ginny grabbed Draco and Hermione's attention. Throughout the whole discussion the couple had been whispering to each other and not paying the slightest bit of attention to what was happening around them.
"You lot could just go on without us and Hermione and I could stay here." Draco suggested. "We promise not to tell mother you left us alone."
"I don't think so." Hermione chuckled as she stood up and pulled Draco out of his seat. "I'm not upsetting your mother, we'll just have to be good until Saturday."
The boys all laughed at Draco getting spurned and they teased him about it all the way to the cinema. Draco withstood the teasing as they headed to the intimate cinema room but when they got there he stalked off to his seat while the others picked a film.
"I think we touched a nerve." George laughed as they watched Draco drop into his seat, Hermione following him and sitting down next to him.
"Leave him alone." Angelina scolded her husband and their friends. "Not being able to be with Hermione must be hard on him."
At Angelina's words the boys laughed even harder and jokes about how hard Draco was finding the situation abounded. The girls all shook their heads at their partners' risqué sense of humour and went to take their seats' leaving the boys in charge of selecting a film.
Once a film was selected, a James Bond movie, the boys joined the girls in the audience. A Bond film was usually a safe choice for the group as it contained action and beautiful women for the men and the girls all enjoyed making fun of the unbelievable plots and stunts and watching the lead actors, although they all liked different ones.
After watching two films the group decided to call it a day and they went their separate ways. The girls headed off upstairs while the boys headed for one of the bars. The group were just settling down with their drinks when Narcissa entered the room and made a bee-line for them.
"Quick, let's run." George whispered as Narcissa approached. "Hello, Mrs Malfoy. Do you want a drink?" He offered in a normal voice when Draco's mother arrived at the table.
"No thank you, George." Narcissa replied. "I don't have time for a drink and neither do you lot. There's some furniture in the ballroom I need you to help move."
"Can't the staff help you?" Draco asked.
"Why bother the staff when I have six strapping young men at my disposal." Narcissa answered.
"I'm afraid you'll have to make that five." Blaise sighed dramatically as he stood up. "I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid I really have to go and get started on my best man speech."
"Get started?" Narcissa squeaked, her eyes widening in shock. "You mean you haven't written a word?"
"No." Blaise shook his head. "But I promise I can get it done on time."
"Make sure you do." Narcissa said, glaring at Blaise. "And keep it clean."
"What do you take me for Mrs Malfoy?" Blaise asked, shooting the older witch his best innocent look. "Of course I'll keep it clean."
"You forget Blaise, I know you too well." Narcissa chuckled.
"I know, I'll go with Blaise and make sure he keeps things nice and clean." Draco suggested, standing up next to his friend.
"Very well." Narcissa nodded. "You two can go and the rest of you can come with me."
George, Theo, Harry and Ron gaped at Draco and Blaise as the two former Slytherins slithered their way out of helping Narcissa. Shooting satisfied smirks at their friends the two men turned and hurried off, they were worried if they stayed too long Narcissa would change her mind and rope them into helping.
"Is your speech really not started?" Draco asked as him and Blaise entered the lift.
"Nah, it's nearly finished." Blaise chuckled. "Just a few finishing touches and I'm done. That was just an excuse to get out of helping your mother."
"Is it clean?" Draco asked.
"What do you think?"
Draco laughed, knowing full well what sort of material his friend's speech would contain. "Mother will kill you."
"Don't worry about me, I've got plenty of charm I can use to calm her down." Blaise grinned. "I'm sure even your mother won't be able to resist when I turn it on."
"You better hope so." Draco chuckled as he abruptly stopped the lift on the twelfth floor.
"What are you doing?" Blaise asked when Draco began to alight the lift. "This isn't our floor."
"I've got a meeting I need to attend." Draco replied with a grin. "I'll be upstairs in an hour or so, if anyone shows up make sure to cover for me."
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Blaise asked as Draco hopped out the lift. His friends laugh was the only answer he got as the doors swung shut and the lift carried on taking him to the right floor.
...
Pants and moans filled the room as the two figures roughly shagged against the wall in an unused room. Most of the couple's clothes were still on as Draco had been grabbed as soon as he entered the room and the action initiated immediately. The fast and furious nature of the coupling combined with the fact they hadn't even managed to undress was a constant reminder to Draco that once again he was doing something he shouldn't be doing.
When his lovers climax hit, it was enough to trigger his own release and Draco slumped against the witch he had pinned to the wall. "You were keen." He muttered as he regained his breath.
His companion's only response was to laugh as she wriggled out from his embrace and sauntered over to the bed. Stripping off so she was naked the witch settled on the bed and beckoned Draco to her. Forgetting about the fact he was doing something he shouldn't, Draco pulled off his own clothes and climbed into bed with the naked witch.
...
Blaise was actually working on his best man speech when Draco entered the room. Like the previous day in the spa his best friend was noticeably happy and relaxed.
"You didn't answer my question." Blaise said as Draco collapsed onto one of the large sofas.
"What question?" Draco asked.
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Blaise repeated his question.
"It's a bit of fun Blaise, relax." Draco tutted at his friend. "Besides it's not as if anyone knows."
"On your head be it." Blaise muttered, packing his notes away. "I wouldn't like to be in your shoes if she finds out what's been happening."
"She won't." Draco replied confidently. "There's no reason for her to ever find out."
"If you say so." Blaise sighed. "Do you want to head back downstairs?"
"Hell no, they might not be finished." Draco said, checking the time. "We'll wait until it's safe to go back down."
Blaise nodded and settled down next to Draco, flicking on the large television in the corner and finding a muggle sports match he still wasn't totally convinced was any good. As they watched the football Draco and Blaise discussed whether the muggle sport would be as fun to play as Quidditch. They were still having the discussion twenty minutes later when the other boys returned to the room.
Wednesday.
Wednesday afternoon found all the men gathering for a poker game. Unlike the other days when the parents had gone off together Lucius, Arthur and Hermione's dad, Mike, were all present. The three older men were all keen to take the youngsters down a peg or two as the previous evening a few of the boys implied they would beat Lucius, Mike and Arthur easily at poker.
"Okay, I think we're set." Mike announced, settling into his seat.
As everyone took their seats it soon became apparent that someone was missing. A quick glance around the table confirmed the groom to be was missing in action. Draco's absence caused a stir until Harry spotted him standing in the doorway talking intently to Angelina.
"Thank Merlin." George sighed in relief, slumping back into his seat. "I thought Narcissa would end up killing us all."
"Surely a big, strong lad like yourself isn't scared of my wife." Lucius laughed.
"She's a very intimidating witch." George protested. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement, backing George's opinion up.
"Honestly you Gryffindors just don't know how to handle strong women." Lucius tutted at the three boys.
"You can handle her?" George asked, looking at Lucius in wonder. If the wizard could handle Narcissa Malfoy he had new found respect for the former Death Eater.
"Of course I can." Lucius bragged. "All she needs is a firm hand."
"Dear god, I hope he's not talking about spanking." Harry muttered, paling slightly at the implications.
Ron also paled at Harry's words but everyone else burst out laughing. They were still laughing a few minutes later when Draco arrived at the table.
"What's so funny?" He asked, slipping into his seat.
"Your father's just telling us how he handles your mother." Theo told Draco.
Draco snorted in response. "Surely you mean how she handles him? Mother is definitely the one in charge in our family."
"Maybe it's Lucius that needs the firm hand then." Blaise suggested, causing another round of hearty laughter.
"Do I want to know what I've missed?" Draco asked Harry and Ron. They were the only two not laughing and from the looks on their faces the conversation was possibly slightly disturbing.
"No." Harry shook his head quickly.
"Definitely not." Ron agreed. "In your position I wouldn't want to hear what your father just said. Some things you just don't want to know about your parents."
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Ron." Arthur said to his son. "We're just having some fun."
"Just as long as you don't join in on the advice." Ron muttered.
"Well I could probably give some." Arthur mused thoughtfully. "Your mother and I have had seven children, that's a lot of fun in the bedroom. And a bit more elsewhere."
"Please stop." George begged, pulling a disturbed face.
Everyone laughed at George and Ron's discomfort as the poker match finally got under way.
"So Draco, how are you coping with the Black family tradition of abstaining before the wedding?" Lucius asked his son after a few hands of poker had been played.
"I'm managing." Draco replied.
"Yeah, if managing is spending all night moaning." Theo snorted. "Seriously, every night he moans about having to sleep by himself."
"I offered to share my bed if he didn't want to be alone, but apparently I don't have the same appeal as Hermione." George joked, causing everyone around the table to laugh.
"Fine, I admit it's tougher than I thought it would be." Draco said, holding his hand up in defeat. "I don't know how you managed." He told his father.
"I had my ways." Lucius smirked.
"Something tells me you didn't stick to the tradition, Lucius." Blaise laughed.
"Rules are meant to be broken." Lucius replied.
"But mother said you two followed the tradition." Draco looked at his father, trying to decide if he was just trying to wind him up or if there was a deeper meaning to his words.
"We did." Lucius answered. "I'm just saying that if you get creative there are ways to relieve the tension."
"Like what?" Draco asked, wondering how his father got around the tradition. From his words Draco was sure Lucius got around the no sex rule but his mother had been adamant that they had followed it so he was starting to get a bit worried about the implications.
"I'm not telling you." Lucius smirked. "You're a Slytherin, do what us Slytherins do best and be sneaky. That's all the advice I'm giving you."
"That wasn't advice, that was cryptic nonsense." Draco muttered.
"Don't look so glum, Draco." Blaise said to his friend. "I'm sure we can cheer you up."
"Yeah, we can tell you all about the sex we're getting so you don't feel left out." George said with a wicked grin on his face.
"How is that going to help?" Draco asked. "I have no desire to hear about the mediocre sex lives you lot lead."
"There's nothing mediocre about my sex life." Blaise protested. "In fact on Monday, Ginny was rather adventurous."
"That is something I really don't want to hear." Arthur protested. "You are talking about my daughter you know."
"Sorry." Blaise muttered. "But it was rather hot."
"It's funny that, because yesterday Daphne was pretty outgoing." Theo said. "Normally she's quite reserved in the bedroom."
"Maybe it's being away for the week." George suggested. "If it is I hope it gets to Angelina in the same way, I could do with a bit of adventure."
"And I think that's my cue to leave." Arthur said, standing up.
"I think I'll join you." Mike said, also standing. "Lucius, do you fancy heading for a drink?"
"Yes, I think a drink is a great idea." Lucius replied, joining the other two men in standing. "We'll leave the boys to their talk."
Once the older men had left the poker game resumed and much to Draco's frustration so did the sex talk, along with the teasing of him for not getting any. After nearly an hour of playing poker Draco began checking his watch on a regular basis. He had another secretive meeting lined up that afternoon and had about half an hour to come up with an excuse to get him away from the group.
"What are you checking the time for?" Theo asked when Draco checked his watch for the third time in under ten minutes.
"Blaise and I have to go and get extra fitting for our suits this afternoon." Draco replied, the lie suddenly popping into his head.
"Why do you two need extra fittings?" Harry asked. "We all did fittings yesterday morning."
"We're the groom and best man, our suits are slightly different." Draco responded smoothly. He was actually impressing himself with the ease in which the lies were coming to him.
"I'm pleased I don't have to go back." Ron said. "I'm sure that tailor kept sticking pins in me deliberately."
"Why would he do that?" George laughed, shaking his head at his brother's paranoia.
"I don't know, but twice he pinned me in the leg, three times he did it in the arse and he even managed to hit my balls at one point." Ron complained.
"I think it's time to go." Draco said to Blaise. "Come on before Ron complains about more pricks in the balls."
Blaise hurriedly agreed and the two men left the others to start playing cards, yet again. After leaving the room where their friends were playing poker Draco and Blaise headed into the lift.
"So where are we going this time?" Blaise asked. "Because I never heard anyone mention we need an extra fitting for our suits."
"They didn't, but the others don't need to know that." Draco said, grinning at Blaise. "And as for where we're going, I've got a rendezvous planned so I thought you could wait nearby."
"Well as long as you don't leave me so close by that I can hear what's going on." Blaise warned. "At least this way I can pretend not to know what you're doing, so I don't feel as bad for lying for you."
"Don't worry, Blaise. I'll drop you off at a room on my way past and I'll pick you up again when I return." Draco said as the lift stopped and he and Blaise alighted.
"And what am I supposed to do while I wait for you?" Blaise asked when Draco stopped outside a door and told him to wait inside.
"I'm sure you can keep yourself entertained." Draco grinned as Blaise opened the door and entered the room, leaving Draco to continue onto his own meeting.
...
Articles of clothing flew about the small room as the couple eagerly stripped each other bare. As the clothes came flying off the kissing became more frantic and hands explored the flesh that was revealed.
"We really shouldn't be doing this." Draco mumbled as he fell back onto the bed.
"It's just a bit of fun." His lover shrugged, climbing onto the bed and straddling Draco. "Besides, no-one need ever know."
Draco opened his mouth to speak again but he was stopped by the witch on top of him kissing him fiercely. Any more arguments he might have had slipped from his mind seconds later when his lover impaled herself on him and the pair began to get on with the reason they were meeting.
...
Blaise was ready and waiting for Draco when he knocked on the door nearly an hour after he had left him. Exiting the room Blaise joined Draco in the corridor and the two men made their way back downstairs. By the time they arrived back to their friends the poker game was over and the group were just sitting talking.
"Who won?" Blaise asked.
"I did, of course." Theo replied with a smug grin. "It's so easy playing poker with Gryffindors, they just don't have the ability to bluff."
"What he means is that scheming and lying isn't in our nature." Ron protested.
"Speak for yourself, little brother." George snorted. "I'm plenty sneaky and can bluff as well as any Slytherin. I may not have won quite as much as Theo, but I still came out of the game a few galleons richer."
"Let's guess, you two are now out of pocket." Draco said to Harry and Ron.
"Just a bit." Harry admitted. "Although to be fair I think Arthur, Mike and Lucius took most of our money."
"Yeah, Theo and George just managed to take the scraps we had left." Ron added.
Laughing about the two Gryffindors misfortune the boys continued joking around until the girls appeared ten minutes later and the group headed into the gardens for some air.
Thursday.
On Thursday morning the boys ordered breakfast to be delivered to their suite as they planned to have a lazy morning. The following day the rest of the guests would be arriving and a full rehearsal of the wedding was scheduled. Not to mention the fact Narcissa had demanded everyone's presence in the ballroom after lunch. No-one was sure what Narcissa wanted with them but they suspected it involved them spending the afternoon getting bossed around by the fearsome witch.
"Are we really going to just laze around all morning?" Draco asked as the group were having their breakfast.
"Yep." George nodded. "Last time your mother demanded our presence we spent the afternoon shifting furniture, if that's happening again we need rest."
"I think she's planning on giving dance lessons actually." Blaise said.
"Dance?" Harry gaped at Blaise in shock. "No-one mentioned there would be dancing. I don't dance."
"It's only because you can't dance." Draco laughed. "I can remember how disastrous you were at the yule ball in fourth year."
"You and Pansy weren't much better." Theo said.
"That's because Pansy is an awful dancer." Draco protested. "She wouldn't let me lead and she kept stepping on my toes."
"And we're going to let her dance with Harry." Blaise exclaimed. "There'll be murder of the dance floor."
"I told you, I don't dance." Harry said grumpily. "I'll not be dancing."
"Try telling that to Narcissa." George sighed. "If she says you dance, you ask what sort of dance she wants and get one with it."
"There's different sorts of dances?" Harry paled significantly and he looked totally bewildered. "I can't do anything fancy."
"Putting you together with Pansy, means you can't do anything simple either." Draco remarked. "If there is dancing, just make sure you keep well away from Hermione and me."
"Keep well away from everybody." George advised. "You don't want to bump into someone and send them flying into the cake or anything."
"Why did I get involved in this wedding?" Harry moaned, dropping his head into his hands.
"Maybe there won't even be dancing." Ron suggested hopefully. "Maybe we're wanted to do more heavy lifting."
"I'm telling you, its dance lessons." Blaise said with a grin.
"Kill me now." Harry moaned dramatically as he slumped down in his seat, causing everyone to laugh at him.
"I really don't fancy just lazing around all morning." Draco said, returning the conversation back to the original topic. "I want to do something more energetic."
"We all know what sort of energetic activity you want to indulge in." George laughed. "But seriously if your mother wants us this afternoon we need to rest up."
"Especially if she's going to make us dance in the same space as Harry and Pansy." Theo added. "We'll need all our energy to avoid a crash."
"Don't, you're making it worse." Harry cried. He was now dreading the afternoon and was wondering if he could avoid it.
"What did you have in mind?" Blaise asked Draco, ignoring Harry and his whimpering.
"I was thinking about going for a swim." Draco said. "There's two pools on the top floor."
"I'm up for a swim." Blaise said, grinning conspiringly at Draco.
"That's settled then, Blaise and I will go for a swim while the rest of you stay here and help Harry prepare for the dancing." Draco said as he stood up.
"So there is definitely dancing?" Ron questioned.
"You know now I think about it, I can remember Mother mentioning it." Draco smirked. "Sorry, I meant to warn you lot but it must have slipped my mind."
"Slimy git." Harry muttered, glaring at Draco. "I bet you forgot on purpose."
"As if I would do that." Draco declared innocently.
Theo and George both laughed, knowing Draco had deliberately withheld the information about the dancing. Ron and Harry however looked less than impressed, with Harry muttering curse words under his breath.
"I think we'll be off now." Draco said, heading into the bedroom with Blaise to pick up some swimwear and a towel.
"See you guys in a bit." Blaise called as they left the suite and headed to the top floor.
"Are you dropping me off somewhere?" Blaise asked, half expecting Draco to stop somewhere and leave him.
"Nah, there's two pools, you can make use of the second one." Draco said.
"How generous of you." Blaise muttered.
"I try." Draco grinned.
Once they reached the top floor Draco and Blaise headed into the men's changing rooms where they got changed before heading to the two pools. Draco sent Blaise towards the Olympic style pool while he headed for the pool that was designed to look like an outdoor retreat. As Draco headed into his pool room Blaise got a glimpse of a waterfall over the far side of the pool before the door shut in his face and he entered his own pool room.
...
In the clear blue water of the pool a pair of dark green swimming trunks and a white bikini floated in the water, long forgotten by their owners. The couple who had originally started out wearing the swimwear were currently hidden in a cove behind the waterfall.
Draco was vaguely aware of the water splashing out of the pool as he cavorted with the witch he had met not long ago. Draco currently had the witch pinned up against the pool wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, as he repeatedly thrust into her.
"Draco!" The witch moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Draco smirked at the sound of his name and he continued to pleasure the witch with him, determined to make her moans turn into full on screams and shouts.
...
"How was your swim?" Blaise asked with a smirk. He and Draco were currently back in the men's changing rooms, getting re-dressed.
"Very energetic." Draco replied. "How was yours?"
"Good." Blaise nodded. "Although your pool looked more impressive."
"When did you see the pool?" Draco asked.
"When you first went in." Blaise entered. "Did I see a waterfall in there?"
"Yeah." Draco chuckled, memories of what had happened behind the waterfall still fresh in his mind.
"Come on, we should be getting back." Blaise said once they were fully dressed.
"Do you think they've calmed Harry down yet?" Draco asked as they headed for the lift.
"I doubt it." Blaise laughed. "He seemed pretty distressed."
"I would be distressed if I had to dance with Pansy." Draco commented.
"Is she really that bad?"
"Yeah." Draco nodded. "Put her together with Harry and the pair could cause chaos. I have a feeling Mother will be regretting her decision to include a mandatory dance for the wedding party by the end of the day."
By dinner time Narcissa wasn't exactly regretting her decision to include a dance at the reception but she was worried by the potential trouble Harry and Pansy could cause. The pair just had no co-ordination and even Narcissa's careful coaching hadn't helped them any.
Despite the worries over Harry and Pansy's dance ability, of distinct lack of it, everyone forgot about it once dinner rolled round. Narcissa had organised for the group to eat in the most romantic restaurant in the hotel, one that was designed especially for couples. The tables in the room all only seated two people, soft music was playing in the background and the lights were constantly kept dim. The windows in the room were all enchanted to show romantic views from around the world.
Hermione and Draco had a table in the corner of the room, right beside a window that showed Paris at night. According to the waiter who had shown them to their table it was the best in the room, it apparently had the best view of the largest window and was the most private table.
After a while making small talk the couple's conversation inevitably turned to their rapidly approaching wedding.
"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked.
"Not yet. But I have a feeling that I will be on Saturday." Draco replied. "Are you nervous?"
"A bit." Hermione admitted. "I'm just not sure I want to be the centre of attention."
"Well, you'll not be the entire focus of people's attention. It is my wedding as well so I'm sure there'll be people paying attention to me as well. After all, who can resist me?" Draco said with a smirk.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at Draco's attempt to soothe her nerves. "You're so cocky."
"But you still love me." Draco smirked.
"Yes, I do." Hermione smiled, leaning over and giving Draco a peck.
"I love you, too." Draco said, turning more serious. "You know that, don't you? I know I don't tell you it enough but I do."
"I know." Hermione smiled. "You don't have to tell me all the time because I know you love me, your actions tell me it all the time."
"If it wasn't for Mother's ridiculous sex ban we could have left right now and I could have shown you how exactly much I love you." Draco's eyes darkened as he was talking and his hand slipped onto Hermione's leg and slowly began making its way up her thigh.
"You'll just have to save it for Saturday night." Hermione smiled, placing her hand over Draco's to stop it from venturing too far up her leg. "By then you'll have a whole weeks' worth of love stored up to show me."
"If I haven't gone crazy before then." Draco muttered.
"You've managed perfectly well so far." Hermione commented. "I'm sure you can manage the last few days just as well."
"I'm sure I can." Draco responded.
"See, it's just a matter of willpower." Hermione smiled at Draco before changing the subject to talk about their honeymoon.
Narcissa's ban wasn't mentioned for the rest of the conversation as the couple spoke more about the wedding, honeymoon and the future. By the time the couple were ready to call it a night most people had left the dining room, only Draco's parents, Ginny and Blaise and Angelina and George remained.
"I'm trusting you four to ensure they get back to their respective rooms without any detours." Narcissa addressed the other two couples as Hermione and Draco announced they were leaving.
"You can trust us, Mrs Malfoy." George said, smiling at the witch he was becoming increasingly terrified of.
"I should hope so." Narcissa replied. "Now off you go. Don't forget it's a busy day tomorrow and I want you all sufficiently rested, so make sure you all go straight to your own beds."
"I don't believe it." George muttered as Narcissa and Lucius left the room. "She's just told us we can't have sex."
"You weren't getting any in the first place, so you don't need to worry." Angelina told her husband. "I'm too tired for sex."
"Yep, me too." Ginny said. "Maybe we should all say goodnight here and go our separate ways."
Angelina nodded and kissed George goodnight while Ginny did the same to Blaise.
"Do I not get a goodnight kiss?" Draco asked Hermione when all she did was bid him goodnight.
Hermione smiled before reaching up and lightly brushing her lips over Draco's cheek. "Night, Draco."
Draco gaped as Hermione then turned round and left with Angelina and Ginny. He was vaguely aware of Blaise and George laughing at him, but he brushed it off as the trio headed for their suite.
Friday.
It was only just lunch time and Draco was already wishing the day was over. From just after breakfast Narcissa had everyone making last minute adjustments to the preparations in the ballroom where they were holding the reception. Draco and his friends had spent over an hour moving things around before she decided she preferred it the original way and had them move everything back. Even with them all using magic it was along job and there was still some heavy lifting involved.
On top of Narcissa's jobs there was also the arriving guests to cope with. For the last week the hotel had been relatively peaceful but suddenly it had burst into life with the steady stream of guests. Because he was the groom Draco was constantly being stopped by people arriving to say hello. He had spent ten minutes trying to get away from Hermione's overly affectionate grandmother and had only be saved when Pansy arrived at his side, claiming she had to talk to him urgently.
After a morning of running around after Narcissa and coping with guests, Draco had retreated to the boys' suite for lunch with Theo. When he and Theo arrived in the room they found their friends had all had the same idea.
"I'm knackered and we haven't even done the wedding rehearsal yet." Theo moaned, collapsing onto a chair at the table.
"Tell me about it." Harry grumbled. "Ron and I have spent the morning trying to hide anything too magical in case the muggles see."
"I thought the only muggles coming were Hermione's family." Theo said in a puzzled voice. "Surely they all know she's a witch."
"Apart from her parents, the rest of the family have no idea." Draco explained.
"How on earth did she explain your parents then?" Theo asked. "I'm guessing you could pass for a muggle but Lucius and Narcissa wouldn't."
"She just told her family they were rather eccentric and didn't leave the Manor a lot." Draco shrugged.
"Eccentric could be a good way to describe your parents." Blaise laughed.
"Eccentric? I was thinking more like bloody insane." George muttered.
"I can't believe we've been here a week and you're still terrified of Narcissa." Blaise exclaimed. "She's a pushover."
"Make sure you remember that tomorrow when she comes after you for delivering an inappropriate best man speech." Draco warned his friend.
"I thought you told Draco's mother the speech was clean." Harry commented.
"It is, mostly." Blaise shrugged. "But it's hard to talk about Draco and Hermione without including some of their more risqué moments."
"Oh, did you mention the time we all went away for New Year and they put on a show for us?" George asked. A few years ago the entire group had gone away to celebrate New Year in New York and just before midnight the group had accidently witnessed Hermione and Draco indulging in a private celebration.
"We didn't put on a show." Draco complained. "We didn't know the huge mirror was really two way glass. And we didn't know you lot had all headed into the next room and could see us."
"You know, I forgot to mention that one." Blaise said, laughing at the memory. "But I do have a few more."
For the next fifteen minutes Blaise filled the rest of the group in on the anecdotes he had included and they reminisced on a few he hadn't. Eventually it was time they headed down for the wedding rehearsal, much to Draco's relief.
On the way to the garden, which was where the ceremony was taking place, the groups bumped into several more guests that had arrived over lunch. Among the newest arrivals was Gregory Goyle, Draco's old school friend. After the war Goyle had moved to America and Draco, Blaise and Theo only saw their former classmate occasionally. After making plans to meet up with Goyle later that night the group headed off to the rehearsal.
When they arrived Narcissa was waiting impatiently and quickly hurried everyone to their respective places. Draco was ushered to the front of the aisle while everyone else was sent indoors. After another ten minutes Narcissa arrived back in the garden, slipping into her seat next to Lucius she announced they were beginning.
Since Draco had nothing to do until Hermione arrived he paid little attention to the bridesmaids and groomsmen walking down the aisle. It was only when Blaise and Ginny, as best man and maid of honour they went last, arrived that he started paying attention. Hermione's father then walked Hermione down the aisle and handed her over to Draco.
Instead of running through the exact words of the ceremony the wizard conducting the wedding explained what would be said when and told the couple when they would be expected to say their vows. He then went on to explain the rest of the ceremony, until he hit the end where he would pronounce them husband and wife and they would kiss.
"How about we practise the kissing the bride bit." Draco suggested, when the wizard got to that part.
Before Hermione had a chance to respond Draco had leant down and captured her lips. As with all their kisses Hermione immediately responded, opening her mouth to Draco she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Draco tangled one hand in Hermione's hair and the other wrapped firmly round her waist as the kiss got more heated.
"I think that's enough practice." Narcissa called when Draco's hand slipped down to Hermione's bum and she let out a loud moan.
"Really?" Draco asked disappointedly as he briefly broke his lips away from Hermione, although he did keep her pressed up against him. "I'm sure I can do better."
"If you do that much better, the pair of you will go up in flames." Ginny snorted. "I thought we were going to have to hose you down to separate you."
"Don't be so dramatic, Gin." Hermione rolled her eyes at her friend as she finally extracted herself from Draco's embrace.
"Now that we're all sorted, we'll run through it again." Narcissa announced. "Then you're all free for the rest of the afternoon."
"Do we really need to run through it again?" Draco asked his mother. "It seemed pretty simple."
"It may be simple but I want everything to run perfectly tomorrow." Narcissa huffed. "In fact I think we'll run through it another twice, just to be sure."
Narcissa's announcement was met by moans and groans, most of which was directed at Draco. Feeling bad that he was responsible for adding another practice to the afternoon Draco took his place in silence.
The next two practises ran smoothly, although Narcissa wouldn't allow Draco to kiss Hermione again. Once they were finished and Narcissa was satisfied everyone knew what they were doing she let everyone go and the group of friends headed to the bar for a drink.
Draco stood under the warm spry of the shower, thinking about the day he had just had and what was awaiting him the following day. After the rehearsal everyone had gone for a drink and after a few hours' people began wandering off, until it was just Draco, Blaise and Theo. Goyle had then arrived and the four former Slytherins had spent the time until dinner catching up.
After dinner Draco had ended up back in the boys' suite where it started to sink in he was getting married the next day, in under twenty four hours he would be a married man. Hermione's question the previous night of whether he was nervous had come into Draco's head and he suddenly realised he was very nervous. He was about to embark on the rest of his life with Hermione and he was extremely nervous.
"Hurry up in there." Harry banging on the bathroom door and shouting brought Draco back to the present and he quickly finished up in the shower.
Emerging from the shower he dried himself and pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms before exiting the bathroom. He'd barely left the room before Harry barrelled passed him and rushed into the bathroom.
"He's in a hurry." Draco muttered.
"You've been in there for well over an hour." Theo commented. "Harry was getting a bit desperate."
"There's another bathroom directly across the hallway." Draco said, causing everyone to turn and stare at him. "Did I forget to mention that?" He asked sheepishly.
"Yes." Everyone chorused together.
"I can't believe six of us have fought over one bathroom for a week when there was a one standing opposite." George moaned.
"Sorry, I thought I'd told you." Draco shrugged, leaving the bedroom and settling in the front room.
Gradually the rest of the guys gravitated into the front room, after they had showered and gotten ready for bed. Once everyone was present Harry found a couple of films on the television and they all settled down for a few hours.
As the group wandered off to bed Draco grabbed hold of Blaise and pulled him back into the front room.
"Once they're all asleep, I'll need you to keep an eye on them." Draco whispered. "I'm nipping out for a bit."
"What do I do if anyone wakes up?" Blaise asked.
"I don't know, stun them." Draco suggested with a shrug.
Blaise tutted at the suggestion but as he followed Draco into the bedroom he couldn't think of any alternatives. As everyone settled into bed Blaise and Draco pretended to sleep and once Draco was sure everyone was asleep he slipped out of bed. Alerting Blaise to the fact he was leaving Draco slipped into the front room and left the suite silently.
...
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the couple on the bed. A woman lay on her back, moaning loudly as a blond head worked his magic in between her thighs.
"Draco!" The woman cried out, gripping onto Draco's hair as her third orgasm of the night crashed through her.
Draco slowly crawled up his lover's body, peppering kisses all over her exposed skin. Reaching her head he engaged her in a long kiss.
"Your future wife is very lucky." The woman purred.
"She is lucky, isn't she?" Draco grinned, rolling over and pinning the witch underneath him.
"Very." The woman moaned as Draco rolled his hips and buried himself deep inside her before setting a fast and furious pace for their activities.
...
Blaise awoke with a start, looking around the room for something that had disturbed him. Spotting Draco's bed was still empty he checked the time and was surprised to find his best friend had been gone for hours. Double checking none of the others were awake Blaise settled back into bed, his mind on his friend. All week Draco had been taking risks with his secret rendezvous but he was really pushing it tonight, anyone could wake up and realise he was missing.
Blaise continued to anxiously watch the rest of their friends, until he heard the door to the suite opening softly. Being careful not to make a noise Blaise slipped out of bed and entered the living area, pulling the door closed behind him.
"What time do you call this?" Blaise hissed at Draco as the blond flopped down onto a sofa.
"Sorry, time just got away from me." Draco replied, not sounding sorry in the slightest.
"You really pushed it tonight, Draco." Blaise said, joining his friend on the sofa. "Any of them could have woken up and started asking questions."
"They didn't, did they?" Draco asked.
"No." Blaise shook his head, deciding not to mention he had fallen asleep and couldn't be positive no-one had woke during that time.
"No harm done then."
"Was it worth it?" Blaise asked. "Was all this sneaking about really worth it all?"
"Yes." Draco nodded. "It was fun, a last fling before I get married. From tomorrow there'll be no more sneaking about."
"Will you miss it?" Blaise asked.
Draco cocked his head to one side, thinking about the past week and the sneaking about he had done. "Yes, I think I will." He said quietly. He couldn't deny that despite the guilt he had felt his rendezvous this previous week had been amongst the sexiest and hottest he had experienced.
"Come on, let's get to bed." Blaise stood up as he stifled a yawn. "We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Draco smiled at the thought of what was waiting for him the next day. Following Blaise into the bedroom he slipped into his cold, lonely bed, grateful that the following night he would be going to bed next to his wife. Smiling at the thought of Hermione lying next to him, Draco drifted off to sleep.