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Hermione sat on the floor, her hair wet, in a robe, and a fresh set of little boy clothes in her lap. A naked, freshly bathed two year old was running about his room, air drying his platinum blond hair as Hermione watched him with a grin. "Scorpius, you have to let mommy get you dressed if you want to see Mimi and Papa," she informed the little boy, who slowed to a stop and looked at her, before squealing happily and continuing to run about the room.

With a laugh, Hermione got up off the floor, grabbed the clothes, and scooped Scorpius up as he ran past her. "Come on, you," she said, as she carried him over to the bed. He was giggling and squirming, attempting to escape her as she set him down, kneeling in front of him. She quickly put the shirt over his head and got his arms through the holes, got his training pants on, followed by his pants, socks, and shoes. All the while he fought to free himself of her. She was only too used to this now, and was barely put off at the task. "Do you want daddy to take you to Mimi and Papas?" She asked, tickling his ribs now that he was fully dressed. "Yes!" he responded through squeals and giggles. Hermione grinned, getting up off the floor. She leaned down to kiss his cheek before letting him run off again. "Draco! He's ready!" She announced, scooping up his overnight bag, which she had already checked, and double checked.

Draco loved how excited his son got when he was allowed to take a "big boy bath", or shower as the rest of the world called it, but Merlin was it nice to get those last few minutes alone to clean himself up and vanish all his unwanted body hair without having to keep an eye on the toddler. Hell, he would have rather showered with Hermione, but there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening while the boy was awake. He had barely enough time to put on his tuxedo and dress robes when Hermione announced that Scorpius was ready to be delivered to his grandparents down the street.

Having been married for more than two years, Draco and Hermione's relationship, like any other, was far from perfect. It was only inevitable that their incredibly different upbringings would result in conflict, particularly where the raising of Scorpius and any future children was concerned. Hermione wanted the children to attend primary school, Draco thought she should stay home and teach them herself (that had gone over swimmingly with the misses). There was an almost constant debate regarding the use of western medicine (or even holistic medicine) versus magical healers whenever Scorpius was so much as feverish. And discipline for their toddler also brought out very strong differences in opinion, spanking versus time-outs, and other such methods.

However, they agreed on far more than they disagreed. They both wanted to raise their children in loving, happy homes. They wanted to play the most significant role in raising their children, as opposed to an elf, au pair, tutor, or other outside assistance on which they could easily pawn them off during their formative years. They both wanted to raise their children within the company of their peers (even if those peers were Potters and Weasleys). They wanted to instill better morals in this generation of Mafloys than in generations past. And, very important to both of them, they wanted to raise their children with an inclination towards academics. After all, they'd both made Head Boy and Girl for good reason.

At the end of the day the two were still madly and irreversibly in love, and their sexual appetites had somehow only grown more intense and, without doubt, more perverse.

Tonight, remarkably, the young lovers would be childless. They were attending a ceremony honoring the Chosen One and his latest accomplishments within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, because it seemed there would be no end to his collective fame. It was a black tie affair taking place at a swanky hotel in London, in which Draco had thought prudent to rent a room. Scorpius would spend the night with Hermione's parents, giving the young parents a night to enjoy themselves. Draco had been looking forward to this for weeks.

It was only on one of these rare special occasions that Hermione and Draco allowed themselves to partake in the forbidden substance that had brought them together three years ago. His wife was strictly forbidden from ever asking for it, but when his devoted lover had earned a reward, and they were relieved of their parenting responsibilities for an evening, he knew this was one of her favorite indulgences. Tonight he would surprise her with it after the party when they would retire to their suite.

For now, however, he had a special delivery to make to his in-laws. "Is that true?" he asked his son upon entering the play room. "Are you ready to go?" He pulled his pants up at the knees as he bent down, squatting to his son's level. He looked over at Hermione with a playful smirk, before turning a brighter smile onto the mini-Draco.

Hermione smirked at her husband, she knew the look. They loved being parents, but the rare occasions when they were without Scorpius for a night was when they really came alive. And the chance to dress up, have some drinks, and stay somewhere foreign to them was also a plus.

At Draco's question, she saw her giddy son jump a bit towards his father, throwing himself into his arms. "Go see Mimi Papa!" The little boys said excitedly. Hermione grinned, walking over to them to hand over the bag she had packed. "You look absolutely dashing, Mr. Malfoy." She told him.

Draco slung the bag over his shoulder and lifted his son onto his hip, and wrapped his arm around his robed wife’s middle. “I do don’t I?” he agreed shamelessly. “Your dress is on the mannequin. And… be sure to dress like a proper lady tonight.” His wife would understand the meaning of his words even though their son would not. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised her, and leaned over to capture her lips in a kiss. One thing he was determined to change from the way he was raised was that he was going to let his son see how much his parents loved each other.

With a playful bounce of the toddler on his hip, Draco made his leave to allow Hermione the chance to get ready in peace. He walked with Scorpius down the stairs and out through the garage. “You want to drive your car?” he suggested. Deciding to have mercy on his in-laws, he thought it might be a good way to wear the child out before bed. It was a decent walk to their house. Just the walk from the garage to the main road was extensive. “Yeah!” the little boy exclaimed, and squirmed in anticipation before Draco set him on his feet. He ran over to the vintage car designed riding scooter that he’d received for his birthday and hopped onto the seat. Scorpius kicked off against the floor and zoomed forward, again and again, while Draco spelled the garage door open before he could crash into it.

Draco’s long stride easily kept up with the tot’s effort to scoot himself all the way up the block, and Draco was truly impressed with his stamina. His tiny legs must be burning by now. When he knew no one was looking, Draco cast a spell on the riding toy, making it feather light and that much easier for the child to manage. Before too long they were outside the Grangers’ door, scooter discarded in the grass, and Draco lifted Scorpius to reach the doorbell, which he rang far too many times before Draco could lower him again.

Wanting to give Hermione plenty of time to get ready, Draco stuck around to chat with her parents for several minutes before remembering that he still needed to fix up his hair before they could go. He made his way home and returned to the master suite to look for his wife. What he saw of her was surprisingly triggering.

She had her foot on the ottoman, pulling her suntan toned nylon stocking up her leg to connect to her garter belt, a black lacy object that sat underneath a matching black lace thong. Covering her supple breasts was a strapless bra. The sight of her there, with her makeup perfectly applied and her hair in an impossible-looking updo, the vision of perfect… He couldn’t take it.

“My Princess...” Draco spoke in a steely tone, trying to control his sudden urges to pounce on her like the predator he was, but the smirk playing on his lips was hard to hide. “I guess I should have stayed with your parents longer.”

Hermione looked sideways at her husband as he entered the room, she knew instantly by the tone of his voice that her hair was in danger of being ruined. She smirked, clipping the stocking in place, before running her hands up and down the leg slowly. "Maybe just a little longer." She said, a slight tone of amusement to her words. She stood up straight, moving across the room to where he stood. "Should I bother with the dress?" She asked him, her hands moving to adjust the front of his dress robes.

“I wouldn’t, it was expensive,” Draco answered, and his hand came up, the backside of it stroking her check gently, before his hand fell around her neck, gripping it just enough for her to feel a strain from the pressure. His second hand moved down between her legs, slipping inside her underwear, to feel for the object hidden inside of her. He tugged on it a few times, feeling the weight of the balls within her jiggle from the force. Her fit cunt gripped the tool tightly, unwilling to let it go. Then without warning he ripped hard on the silicone cord, pulling the weighted balls out from her.

With the smallest nod of his head, he instructed his wife to move onto her knees.

Hermione’s head fell back slightly as he gripped her throat, she clenched around the weighted balls defiantly as he tugged, a sharp gasp escaping her as he ripped them suddenly from within her. She dropped to her knees in front of him obediently, gazing up at him patiently.

Draco held the internal weights up over her face, lowering them towards her perfectly crimson lips. “I know you want a taste.” He wanted a taste as well, but he’d take the real thing soon enough. “Clean these for me?” He watched her mascara covered lashes flutter up at him around her carmel colored eyes, entranced. He had to snap himself out of it, he was in charge here.

Hermione looked up at him, and opened her mouth so he could lower the balls into it. She sucked on them, it wasn't the first time she had tasted herself, and certainly would not be the last. She kept her hands on her knees, sucking on the weights until he was satisfied.

Draco withdrew the balls after she had sufficiently sucked and licked them clean and tossed them onto the ottoman he’d found her on. He withdrew his wand from inside his robes and summoned a new object from within the locked wardrobe on the wall near their bed. It was a crop, a long rod with a heart shaped leather strap, featuring red satin laticed ribbon. He caught the crop and stroked it lightly from her right ear down her jaw to her chin, and up the other side, then down her neck, and across her chest. With a whip-quick flick of his wrist the end of the crop slapped against the flesh of her left breast. “I think we’re going to be late to the party,” he informed her.

Hermione stared up at Draco as he caught the crop, biting her bottom lip eagerly as he stroked it lightly along her face. She let out a little yelp of surprise when it snapped against the flesh of her left breast, grinning at his words. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said. Even though tonight was for Harry, she was eager to have some fun with her husband. They would have time at the hotel, certainly, but all of their toys were here at home.

Draco smirked down at his princess. He stroked the crop’s end across her chest, and snapped it against her right breast. “What else are you hoping for?” he inquired curiously. It wasn’t to say that she would get it, she should know well by now, but he was always open to suggestions, when they were solicited.

She jumped slightly as the crop snapped against her right breast, and she shifted slightly, she could feel herself getting wetter each time he swatted her. "I'm hoping you might use that on my ass and pussy, as well, Your Highness." She told him, gesturing to the crop, and using the name he preferred her to use in the bedroom.

Draco loved it when Hermione said "pussy". It was so foul, and coming out of such perfect lips made it ironic and twisted. He also loved when his princess called him "Your Highness". She'd been well groomed in the last two years. They'd learned, together, about the dark side of their sexual fantasies. They learned what each liked, and didn't like. What made one another mad with need. They knew how to bring the other onto the very edge without letting them fall.

The crop he held, for instance, had been part of her last birthday surprise. He'd blindfolded her and slapped little heart-shaped prints all over her naked body. He'd turned her onto her back and slapped her clitoris so hard that, after so much stimulation already, she came instantly. Since then it'd been a favorite of hers, which meant he only brought it out on special occasions, as to not wear out the novelty of it.

The weighted balls he'd extracted from her cunt were there to stimulate her, keeping her horny and dripping all day long. They also worked the muscles of her already narrow passage so that she could continue to squeeze him with her vice grip no matter what he put inside of her. It had become overwhelming for his wife to wear them all day, making it difficult to get as far as lunch without feeling desperate for release that eluded her as she worked. It was a distraction that she couldn't afford at work. Being a merciful husband, he instructed her to wear them only when she returned home from work. Work was one of the few exceptions, however. If she was out of the house running errands, or with friends, or home for the day, the spherical weights were to be wedged just inside of her.

Draco smirked down at his obedient wife as he removed his dress robes. "Go ahead," he said, giving her permission to do as he knew she was craving. His hard cock was pressing into his trousers teasingly in front of her face, and he would like it free and inside of her mouth as much as she would, if not more. He continued to disrobe, ridding himself of his jacket, cufflinks, and beginning to remove his shirt. He stepped out of his shoes and pulled his socks off with his feet. She was far too underdressed for him to stay clothed, and he needed his outfit to remain freshly pressed for Potter's party.

Hermione didn't need much more prompting than that, and she began working at his belt delicately, taking her time to free him from his pants, as to not seem overly eager. He also spent a great deal of time and money choosing his outfits, especially for events such as the one they would be attending. She liked to misbehave from time to time, just for the punishment, but not when it came to his clothes. She hooked her fingers in his waistband once she had him unbuttoned and unzipped, and moved his pants down his legs, watching as his cock sprang to life in front of her eyes. She licked her lips, looking up at him, before she moved in to lick the length of his cock slowly. Eventually she took it into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head as she swallowed him over and over. It was something she had gotten very good at, and prided herself in seeing how quickly he would make her stop, knowing that if she continued he would spill his load right in her mouth. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she worked, switching between deepthroating, and stroking his length as she paid special attention to the sensitive head of his cock.

Draco hummed his appreciation as his outfit floated neatly onto the ottoman for him to put back on after. He admired her as she worked, and spared her hair, for now, by keeping his hands to himself, resting them on his hips. After just a couple of minutes of her blissful treatment Draco cleared his throat. "That's enough," he warned her. She'd become far too skilled for him to let her continue for more than a minute or two unless he intended to let her finish him, and he by no means wanted her to finish him yet. "Stand up."

Hermione gave one last lick to the tip of his cock, before standing up as he had ordered. She let her hands explore his chest as she waited for his next orders. He was still in great shape, perhaps even better shape than when they had first begun their relationship, thanks to the in home gym which he visited frequently.

Draco captured his wife's lips in a tender kiss. The crop clutched in his and moved behind her back as he embraced her. And after a moment, it clapped down on her left cheek loudly. He smirked against her lips. "Go bend over the bed and spread your legs for me, Princess," he instructed her, and whacked her rear again. "Let me see that pussy."

Hermione moaned into his mouth as the crop made contact with her rear. She grinned at his next instruction, "Yes, Your Highness." She said, kissing him once more before moving to the bed. She leaned over the bed, leaning down until her chest pressed against it. She spread her legs and lifted her rear to expose as much of her as she possibly could for him.

"You may grip your ankle straps for support," Draco permitted her as he removed his pants, which revealed nothing underneath. He didn't much see the point in restraining himself any more than absolutely necessary. Now more nude then she, Draco stepped up behind her and placed his wand near his feet. The crop traced nonsensical designs across the back of thighs, occasionally slapping them without warning.

The bed was neatly made, hiding the ankle straps he had given her permission to grip. She found them easily under the comforter. And held onto them, and with their help she was able to get her knees onto the bed, spreading herself even wider for him, letting out small sounds of pleasure and surprise each time he gave her thighs a slap.

Draco reached between her legs and pulled her thong underwear to one side. He should have instructed her to remove them, it was his fault, but he'd make due. He slid the faux leather piece back and forth over her lips. He paused once, but didn't hit her as she thought he would, instead resuming the slow teasing touch. "I want you to count your orgasms tonight," he informed her. It was a burden he'd set on her before, and it always amused him to watch her struggle to keep count amidst such ecstasy. With that said, he finally brought the crop down hard against her glistening labia. He watched as her cunt throbbed and contracted eagerly in response to the abuse.

She waited eagerly as the crop stroked teasingly along her opening, and she bit her lip, waiting for him to strike. Instead, he informed her he wanted her to keep count of her orgasms, which was always difficult to do. He had gotten so good at abusing her body in the most delicious ways, she often found herself lost in the ecstasy of it. "Yes, Your Highness." She certainly couldn't say no, and nodding her agreement simply wouldn't do for him. He liked her to treat him like royalty in the bedroom, and she didn't mind one bit. It was a fun game they played. She simply couldn't get off without his help, he had her trained, her body trained, to only react to him. It was how they both preferred it. He finally gave her what she had been waiting for, the stinging pain causing her cunt to restrict, wishing to be entered. She gripped the ankle straps even tighter, bracing herself for him to continue.

"Good girl." He marred her exposed skin with several more marks, including several particularly harsh assaults on her greedy, wanton cunt, before finally setting the training tool down. She had her backside so close to his face, he couldn't wait to give it a taste, but he resisted. “Don’t move.” Revisiting the wardrobe that opened only for him, Draco selected a few choice objects for the evening. A pair of rubber coated clamps connected on a silver chain, for her nipples. A small plug with a red rose on the end. A bottle of water-based lubricant flavored like watermelon. And finally, a small almost v-shaped object that Draco had ordered by catalog. A thick but short shaft was to be inserted, while the more petite and narrow end of the V would press against the clit. Once turned on, the effect it would have on Hermione's unsuspecting body would be quite the show. She didn't know he had it, and wanting to hear her reaction at full volume, he'd waited. Tonight would be it's long awaited debut.

He brought all of the accessories back to the bed and placed them near his wand on the floor and stood between her legs. “You may turn around now,” he told her, smirking. She had no idea what was coming to her with this new toy. He was positive she would enjoy it. “Take off your bra and thong, and rest your head on your pillow. The belt and stockings can stay.” They wouldn’t interfere with anything he had planned for her. “But first, bring me your lips.” She’d been very obedient tonight so far, and that wasn’t always the case.

Hermione very much enjoyed the treatment, it was still her favorite birthday gift she had received. He always made her cum when he used it right, and this time was no exception. With a satisfied grin she let go of the ankle straps, moving off the bed when he told her to. She wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him passionately. She reached behind her back to undo her bra, and then slid her panties down her hips, kicking them aside. "What else would you like me to do?" She asked him obediently.

Draco brought one hand down hard against her backside, grasping and squeezing the abused check. "Just lie down and close your eyes," Draco specified to her, and released her. Only after she obeyed, settling into the bed and shutting her eyes, did Draco retrieve the unused objects and climb onto the bed, spreading her legs open to kneel between them. "No peeking, my love," he warned her. Turning on the brand new v-shaped object, it began to buzz to life, humming into the large room quietly. He applied the end of the vibrating object ever so gently against one of her nipples. After a moment of teasing it into a form point, Draco applied one clamp. He repeated the process against the other, and turned off the vibrating toy, for now.

Hermione bit her lip, grinning as he slapped and groped her abused cheek. "Yes, sir." She agreed, moving to lay on the bed as he instructed. Once she was in place and comfortable, she closed her eyes. She felt the bed moving, and then he was between her legs. He told her not to peek, which only made her insanely curious. "Okay," she agreed. But as she felt the vibration against her nipple, and then against the second nipple, she found it very hard not to try and catch a glimpse, letting out little gasps as each newly hardened nipple was fitted with a clamp. She didn't mind, she rather enjoyed the slight pain and pressure they caused. He always enjoyed surprising her when he acquired new toys, but without a blindfold it was hard to keep her eyes closed.

Draco gave the chain a hard tug, both to test the clamps' grip, and because he'd definitely seen her try to peek. "You know the rules, beautiful. If you peek you don't get your surprise. You do want your surprise, don't you?" She'd been so well behaved up until now, it would be a shame to have to put the toy away for another day. Who knew when they'd get another night alone with the freedom to be crazy and loud like they would tonight.

Hermione gave a gasp as he yanked on the chain that attached the two clamps to her nipples, giving them both a painful tug. She closed her eyes tightly, moving her right hand to cover them for good measure. "I want the surprise, I'm not peeking." She promised him.

Draco chuckled at her attempt to remove temptation with the placement of her hand. He teased her entrance with his cock briefly, before withdrawing again. Instead he coated the shaft of the premiere toy with the flavored lubricant, before inserting it in his wife's weeping cunt. Once fully inside of her, just a few inches, he made sure that the mouth of the external wing of the toy was aligned just over her clit. "Are you ready?" He asked her. He couldn't wait to see her reaction.

Her body reacted to his teasing cock, pressing herself closer to him, but it was just the briefest contact before he was gone from her entrance. He instead inserted the toy inside of her, she could feel pressure on her clit as well, and was anxious to see what this new toy would do to her. He asked if she was ready, and she smirked. "I'm ready, more than ready."

With a single touch, the object came back to life, vibrating inside of her while simultaneously vibrating and sucking on her clit, a vacuum effect assaulting the pleasure spot just strongly enough. Draco didn't know which he was more interested in seeing, her spasming pussy or her shocked face. For now, he studied her expression, wanting to see her reaction to this new treat.

Hermione had said she was ready, but she had no idea the level of intensity the toy would provide. It was vibrating against her g-spot, and sucking her clit at the same time. The second it was turned on, her back arched, the hand covering her eyes moved up to her hair, effectively messing up her perfect updo. "Fuck!" She moaned, her toes curling her she writhed on the bed in ecstacy.

Draco grinned mischievously as his wife squirmed spastically underneath him, and placed his hands firmly on her thighs to pin her down on the mattress. Finally turning his view downwards, he watched a small dark spot form on the lavender colored blanket beneath her, fluids dripping out of her as she shook with the ongoing orgasm. It was a magical sight, and he wanted to be a part of the action. "I don't hear you counting," he warned her through his smirk as he aligned himself underneath the toy. He pushed in, joining the device while she stretched to accommodate both girths.

He moved at a moderate pace for now, the vibrations humming through his own body, riding up his shaft and into his balls. He threw his head back. "Fuck that's good!” he exclaimed as well. He wasn't so arrogant as to think that the aid of sex toys couldn't be of benefit to him as well. Pleasure was pleasure.

Hermione had all but forgotten his order to keep count of her orgasms, and she had a feeling it would be near impossible to do tonight. Since he had turned on the toy it seemed like one continuous orgasm, or maybe many orgasms strung together, she wasn’t quite sure. And when his length joined the toy inside of her, she gripped his arms, still writhing under him. This was by far her favorite, if not most overwhelming toy he had ever surprised her with. Her nails dug into the skin of his arms as she squirmed uncontrollably under him, his cock felt like a second vibrater from the vibrations the toy provided, only making the experience that much more intense. "Oh, Merlin, I can't!" She managed to gasp, the muscles in her stomach were already sore from the intensity of it all.

The words "I can't" were always a clear indication to Draco of success. They were possibly his favorite words, being cried from between her lips. "You can and you will," Draco informed her, enjoying the feeling of her cummimg all over him. He picked up his pace. He wouldn't be able to keep it up long, but he was by no means ready for it to end. He reached out and grabbed the chain draped in the valley between her breasts and pulled it towards him. Her breasts strained towards him within the clamps.

Hermione let out a mix of moans and whimpers as she endured the torturous pleasure. She clawed at his arms, from his shoulders down, unable to stop herself. She bit her lip hard as he tugged on the chain, highlighting the pain it caused in her nipples to add to the rest of the sensations she was feeling. She knew there was a puddle of her own making under her, and she was certainly going to feel the result of this workout for days.

Draco kept going, harder and faster, before suddenly and completely without warning, he pulled out of her. He could feel the instant spray of fluids rushing out of her at the sudden vacancy. He moved down the bed and shoved three fingers into her roughly, pumping aggressively. He withdrew them just as suddenly. Another stream, and this time he got the satisfaction of seeing it.

Hermione let out a cry of pleasure, she knew this was the sort of thing they couldn't do with Scorpius in the house, she was far too loud for the young boy not to worry if he was around to hear. But Merlin, she was close to using her safe word, not because it hurt, but because it was so intense her body could barely stand it. She could have cried when he withdrew himself from her, only to replace his cock with fingers. She had hoped he would finish so her body could rest, but instead he continued to tease her. "Fuck, please!" She cried out, barely able to think. She had a feeling his request for her to count her orgasms had been a ploy all along, knowing there was no way in hell she'd be able to.

Draco chuckled darkly, her beg for mercy going unanswered. He leaned over her and held her neck firmly in one hand. “Turn over,” he ordered against her lips. “On your stomach.” He wanted her flat on the bed, not yet finished with her. He had just one or two ideas left for her now. He’d been planning this night for a while, though he hadn’t expected it to happen this night in particular. The moment he’d seen her in the closet looking the way she did he knew it was the perfect moment. He moved off of her and off the bed in order for her to get into position, and picked up his wand.

Hermione nodded weakly, and with her arms and legs shaking, she managed to roll onto her stomach. The toy was still going strong, and she couldn't help squirming and curling up slightly as she tried to lay flat for him.

Hermione was struggling, and knowing that she was simply overwhelmed with pleasure was of great satisfaction to her spouse. He flicked his wand with a wordless spell he’d mastered easily in the last two years, and the bindings that hung from each corner of the bed, cleverly hidden by their bedspread from anyone who might enter their room, sprang forward, capturing each of her wrists and ankles and buckling her in. Her body splayed out for him on the bed. She was completely helpless and vulnerable to his intentions, for which he had many. “You still haven’t been counting,” he reminded her again, the warning obvious in his voice now. This would mean punishment for her, and she would later learn what that punishment would be.

Hermione could do nothing with her hands and wrists bound, it was even more torturous than before. He pointed out once again that she hadn't been counting, and he was right. "One," she said, and had she not been in such a state, the defiance and sarcasm would have been more clear.

Draco laughed, having not expected that answer, but for her petulance, his hand crashed against her backside so hard that his own palm burned. Then again, for all she knew it had been more or less one very long, painfully extended orgasm. “You’ll pay for that later,” he informed her, and crawled back onto the bed. He acquired the bottle of lube from where it had rolled away on the bed, and applied a very liberal amount of it to his cock, as well as her now very experienced anus. Crouching over her so that his feet were planted on the mattress on either side of her waist, Draco pushed into her in one continuous motion, until he was buried to the hilt in her ass. He could still feel the vibrations through her wall between her cavities, and he shuddered before beginning a rapidly increasing pace inside of her.

She let out a cry as he smacked her ass, and a second later she felt him behind her again. She didn't have the strength to try to look behind her to see what he was up to, instead she had her face pressed against the bed as she continued to experience wave after wave of unending pleasure. She barely noticed him applying the lube, so it came as a bit of a surprise when he entered her ass. "Fuck!" She cried. She loved taking it in the ass, but with the toy still going inside of her she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. After just a few moments of his increasing pace, she couldn't stand it any longer. "Dragon! Dragon!" She cried her safe word. She needed a break from the endless pleasure if she was to be expected to attend the party tonight.

Draco had wondered if he would take her to the breaking point, and the sound of her safe word, while in one way disappointing, was also incredibly satisfying. Draco stopped, and turned off the toy, carefully removing it from her. He remained inside of her, however, and leaned in to speak into her ear, which he nibbled playfully. “Would you like to continue without the toy, Princess?” he asked, knowing that it was likely the main culprit. After all, he still needed to get off.

Hermione took a moment to breathe once the toy had been removed, but nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. I want you to finish." She told him breathlessly. She was only a little disappointed she couldn't hold out until he finished, but she had a feeling he knew that might happen when he had shopped for the toy.

Draco smiled appreciatively, but since she couldn’t see it, he kissed the back of her head. “Good girl,” he said to her, and began to move within her once more. He settled onto his knees, forcing his feet under her bound legs as he bucked into her. He rested on his forearms beneath her arms, pressing in against her narrow body. After only a couple of minutes Draco had reached an aggressive speed, and began to groan and grunt with each thrust as he reached his goal. Finally, he shook and slammed into her, spilling into her gracious hole. Slowly, and very carefully, Draco began to withdraw. “Do not move a muscle,” he told her. He slipped off the bed, his own legs weak and tired, and picked up the rose-adorned plug, returning to her again. He slipped the modest sized object into the dripping hole before anything more could escape her. “You’ll be wearing this tonight,” he informed her as he corked the milky load within her.

Hermione smiled at the kiss to the back of her head, but soon he was moving inside of her again, and she let out a mixture of cries and moaned as he fucked her ass aggressively. It was much less intense without the toy, but still a bit overwhelming after everything else he had put her through. When he finished, she was relieved, more than ready to relax, and as he ordered her, she didn't move a muscle. She didn't think she could if she tried. She felt him leave the bed, and then felt him press something into her ass to stop his seed from leaking out of her. She couldn't help but grin, he was so dirty, and she loved it. "I'd love to," she agreed breathlessly. She was still bound to the bed, lying in her own mess, but she didn't mind. Her body was exhausted from the countless orgasms she had just experienced. She was fairly sure he had broken his record, but since she hadn't actually kept count like she'd been told, she couldn't be sure.

Draco released her bindings with another swish of his wand. “Go ahead and make yourself decent. You’ve made us late enough already,” he told her with a smirk, as though it’d been her fault they hadn’t left more than thirty minutes ago like they were meant to, and they’d been cutting it bloody close to begin with. He went over to his wardrobe once more, and withdrew one final pair of items. One was rather small, the smallest object homed within the secretive cabinet of sexual toys and accessories, almost like a bullet. With it was a small controller, small enough to hide easily within his pocket. “But come to me before you put your dress on,” he added. “You’re still due for your punishment.”

Hermione laughed at his joke, "Right," she said, amused, as she got off the bed slowly. Her legs and stomach muscles were so sore she barely felt able to walk. She collected her bra and panties, putting her bra on, and then her panties, after she had wiped up some of the mess she'd made on herself. She sat at the vanity once again, attempting to salvage her hair, only to have to start completely over with her updo. Luckily she had already spelled her makeup before he had come home, and there wasn't the slightest smudge. He loved her with red lips, which were difficult to keep in tact without fixing them all night. And with the help of magic, she didn't have to worry about giving him red lips when they kissed.

When she was ready, save for her dress and shoes, she approached her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was insanely curious as to what sort of punishment he had planned for during the party. "I'm ready to put on my dress." She informed him with a tired smirk.

Draco readied himself while she fixed her hair, putting his suit back on and removing any wrinkles with a spell. When he was ready he watched her hard at work on her hair. It baffled him how much effort it took, but the final effect was as beautiful as the first time. Draco wrapped one arm around Hermione when she came to him dutifully for her punishment, and pulled her into a kiss. As he did so, he removed the bullet-like object from his pocket and slipped his hand into her knickers. He felt around down there for a moment until he had successfully inserted the item into the pocket of material positioned between her legs. He withdrew his hand, which returned to his pocket. He pressed a button on the controller at random, and the bullet sprang to life, vibrating her knickers against her recently exhausted cunt.

Hermione couldn't even see the object on his hand, it was so small. She stood still as he felt around in her knickers, and when his hand dove into his pocket again, she was glad she was still holding onto him. Her panties began vibrating with an intensity that nearly made her already weak knees buckle. "Oh," she moaned, pressing her face into his chest. This could be problematic..

Draco pressed the button again and the bullet went still. "Now you may go put on your dress. And hop to, I don't want to miss supper." He'd been looking forward to the steak dinner he'd been promised all night.

Hermione went into the closet to dress, she was looking forward to tonight, but now she did have to worry about when Draco might trigger the toy he had put in her panties. Most likely it would be at the most inconvenient of times, she was sure.

She got into her dress, which was a beautiful floor length gown, it was white with black floral patterns creeping up the arms and over her breasts, which had a sheer material behind it to make it seem like the floral pattern was the only thing covering her arms and chest. The same floral pattern crept its way up the bottom of the dress, which dragged on the floor, which meant she had to wear the heels he picked for her if she didn’t want to be tripping over the front of the dress. Once she was all dressed, she left the closet to return to Draco's side. "Alright, let's get to this event before you miss your dinner." She told him with a grin, hooking her arm through his.

As could be expected, the young Malfoy couple were late to the banquet. The other eight Hogwarts alum at their table, which Draco had graciously paid for in contribution to the very DMLE that had arrested him twice, were nearly finished with their dinner course. While some of their plates were being removed, Draco caught a server and requested his main entree, and one for his "exquisite wife" as well.

"Sorry we're late," Draco said with a smirk as he pulled out Hermione's chair, not looking sorry at all.

Hermione took the seat he pulled out for her, giving Draco a sideways glance. He could at least look regretful, or blame it on Scorpius. "Well, at least you made it before the speeches," Harry said. She had a feeling he knew what they had been up to.

A tray floated by with flutes of champagne, and Hermione snatched two of the glasses as it passed by, handing one to Draco. "Well, you know, kids..." she said. Taking a sip of her champagne as Ginny gave her a knowing smirk.

Draco took the champagne from his wife as he sat and took a sip. "I don't suppose we've missed anything interesting?" he inquired, pulling in his chair and looking around at the other pairs at the table. In addition to Harry and Ginny Potter, they were accompanied by Neville Longbottom and his long-time girlfriend Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley and his apparent new flavor of the month, a girl he didn't recognize, and the last of Potter's Hogwarts roommates Finnigan and Thomas, who, from what Draco could tell from past events, were always together.

"Not really, just food so far." Luna answered with a smile. As she was saying it, their dinner plates were delivered to them. Some delicious looking steak dinners were sat in front of her and Draco. "No harm done, then," Hermione said happily, as she began to cut up her steak. She certainly didn't regret being late, they had definitely enjoyed themselves. And for two parents taking the night off, that was the goal, after all.

Draco received his plate with enthusiastic thanks. He began to cut off a few pieces, and as he brought the first bite to his mouth, he stuffed one hand into his pocket, found the controller resting there, and slid his thumb up and down the buttons, playing the eenie meenie miney mo rhyme in his mind mind, before making his selection. A modest, pulsating vibration. He bit the medium rare piece off his fork with a smirk on his lips, watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. He only left it on for a couple of seconds, before shutting it off again.

Hermione was chewing her first bite when he decided to activate the toy, and she nearly choked in surprise. She cleared her throat, taking a long drink from her champagne as she shifted in her seat, but it didn't help any. If anything it made it worse, and when she glanced in his direction she saw the smirk on his lips, the prat. She set her fork down, trying her best not to react, but she thought her face must have betrayed her.

"Food okay, Hermione?" Neville asked, looking concerned. She nodded, letting out a small sound that almost sounded like a moan, and then, much to her relief, it was over.

"Just… so good." She bit her lip slightly.

Draco chuckled to himself, giving his full attention to his food. He could picture the toy, inside her knickers, rested somewhere between her moist lips, pressed up against her clit as she sat there. This was going to be fun. It wasn’t the first time he’d used a remote-control based punishment, but it was the first time he’d done so at a black-tie affair. “So, Potter,” he said, and paused briefly to chew another bite. “First wizard of the year, now Auror of the year. What will they honor you with next?” He and Harry had definitely gotten closer in the last two years, while they raised their boys together so closely, but the teasing would never stop.

Hermione resumed eating now that he had turned the toy off, and she could breathe again.

Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his own champagne. "You sound a bit jealous, mate." Harry pointed out with a smirk. Ron let out a slightly amused grunt, but since he was jealous, he didn't really speak up.

Draco laughed. “I don’t know about that. I couldn’t imagine being any happier with my life than I already am.” As he spoke, he pressed another button on the controller at random.

Hermione jumped slightly as the toy started up again, the speed seemed a bit more intense and she struggled to keep her face neutral. It was pressed right against her clit, and her seated position made it impossible to escape the vibrations. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth, leaning forward slightly in her seat. It was the best kind of torture.

Harry chuckled, "A bit too happy if you can't even make it on time," he pointed out. Hermione had mentioned 'kids' as an excuse, but he had a feeling he knew exactly what they had been up to. Thanks to Ginny, he knew more about their sex life than he wished to.

Draco left the bullet buzzing aggressively against her presumably weeping cunt for almost a whole minute before shutting it off again. “Have you seen my wife?” Draco countered. “Don’t get me wrong, you ladies all look stunning tonight, but…” He turned to face Hermione. “I couldn’t help myself then and I can’t help myself now.”

“Alright, we get it. You’ve still got a hard-on for your own wife. Not exactly news, is it?” Ron asked, disturbed more than anything. Ron had quickly learned the value of the single life. He wasn’t tied to one woman. He didn’t have anyone telling him what to do, how to dress, how to eat, not to swear. He was his own man, and he was never lacking in companionship when he desired it. Tonight he was accompanied by a slightly older witch he’d met during an investigation quite recently. She’d been incredibly grateful for his help, twice that night, and several nights since.

“Well she’s definitely glowing,” Ginny said with a smirk. Hermione always looked like she was coveting some dirty secret, and Ginny knew exactly why that was; because she usually was. The things that Hermione had told her about their sexual explorations over the last two years had Ginny mad with envy. She and Harry had a perfectly passionate love life, but she would kill for even a taste of the excitement Hermione seemed to get with Draco.

Hermione had come far too close to climaxing before he shut the toy off, and she let out a relieved sigh when it ceased. She finished off her champagne, quickly swapping the empty flute with a full one that was passing by on one of the many floating trays that were rotating fresh drinks.

The conversation around the table wasn't exactly helping, though she was sure Draco was just loving making her the center of attention while he tortured her. "Yeah, I'm sure no one wants to hear about you lusting after me, Draco," she said with an awkward laugh, lightly nudging him in the side. "And I'm not glowing. It's the makeup." She told Ginny with a smirk. Saying one was glowing usually led people to think of said woman being freshly shagged, or being pregnant, which they were very careful about, even though Draco had expressed how much he wanted to try for a second child. She simply hadn't been ready yet.

"We really don't," Harry said, looking pointedly at his own wife now, who liked to bring up how exciting Draco and Hermione's sex life was compared to their own, which he thought was perfectly fine.

Draco just laughed. The truth was, Draco always felt uncomfortable surrounded by this many Gryffindors, so having something to use to make them feel as uncomfortable as he did was a way to deal with that. “Fair enough,” he agreed, and finished off his champagne, before returning to his steak while the rest of the attendees were being served their desserts. “So, Weasley, I don’t believe I’ve met your friend,” he said, turning his attention to Ron. They were by no means friends, but after the wedding the redhead ex of his wife had been on his best behavior, and therefore his presence was tolerable.

Ron finished chewing and wiped his mouth on his napkin. The Malfoys had missed the introductions at the beginning of the evening. “Right. This is Shantel. Shantel, this is...”

“Hermione and Draco Malfoy,” Shantel gathered for herself. “In the flesh. Well, I guess the rumors really are true.”

“And what rumors might those be?” Draco inquired as he grabbed another glass of champagne.

Shantel stabbed a bit of chocolate cake onto her fork. “That the two of you are absolutely obsessed with each other.”

At that idea, Draco pressed another button. “You’re damn right.”

Hermione laughed at the idea of people talking about how obsessed they were with each other. "Well, that's a lot better than what people used to..." she cut off, the sudden vibration in her panties caught her off guard again. "Say," she finished after missing a beat and hoping no one noticed. Draco was having way too much fun with this punishment, and once again Hermione was squirming in her seat, unable to follow whatever conversation was going on around them.

"Are you feeling alright, Hermione? You seem uncomfortable." Luna spoke up, eyeing her curiously. Hermione nodded, forcing a smile.

"Oh yeah, just… just fine." She told the blond, and tried to busy herself with cutting more of her steak.

Draco pressed a different button, changing up the speed and rhythm. She should have obeyed him, at least tried, and then she wouldn’t be in this mess (that mess being her soiled knickers).

Ginny had been about to say something when their attention was taken instead by the wizard emceeing the night. She turned herself in her chair to look up at the stage.

Draco shut off the toy again, for now.

Hermione's knife scraped loudly against her plate as he switched up the speed and rhythm, causing her body to jerk slightly. She almost swore, but stopped herself. Luckily someone had taken to the stage, and the toy was stopped. She quickly took a bite of her food, and turned to pay attention to the person who was now speaking.

The speaker was not nearly as entertaining as watching his wife squirm in her seat from the corner of his eye. When their food was gone it was quickly replaced by their desserts, and more champagne. Finally, Potter had been called upstage to receive his acknowledgement as Auror of the Year, because he’d locked up the most bad guys, or something to that effect, Draco wasn’t actually paying attention. A few seconds into Harry’s speech, the bored Slytherin decided now was as good a time as any to punish his wife once and for all. He turned on the first button, the slower, steadier one, followed by the next highest speed, then the next intense rhythm, and every fifteen to thirty seconds he selected a different button at random, never letting her adjust.

Hermione was trying her hardest to pay attention, but the toy he had stuffed in her knickers was going crazy. She squirmed, trying to find relief, but none came. He kept switching it up, and she could barely contain herself. She tried crossing her legs, which only made it worse, and as she shifted again, one of her shoes fell off. She settled for leaning against her hand, covering her mouth, and attempting to cover whatever sounds might escape her. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, she only hoped everyone at the table was paying close attention to Harry, and that they failed to notice the battle she was facing. She felt herself shuddering as she lost that battle, and she closed her eyes tightly, focused on not making a sound, which was very difficult.

Harry, having known about the award he was receiving in advance, had had time to prepare a speech, thanking his friends, who were more like family, his wife, his professors, and those he worked with in the department. But every time he looked up from his cue-cards he found himself distracted. Hermione was squirming, restless and uncomfortable, and the smirk on Malfoy’s face as his eyes darted back and forth between the stage and his wife told Harry quite clearly that he had something to do with it. His left hand, closest to Hermione, was on the table in clear sight, the other couldn’t possibly reach her under the table, so he wasn’t touching her, but Merlin, he was sure they were up to something. Harry had to pause and clear his throat uncomfortably several times before he finished, and he returned to their table with daggers for eyes.

When he was sure that Hermione’s body had been exhausted from the intensity of her unwilling orgasm, Draco turned off the toy and returned his right hand to the table, the picture of innocence. A moment later Harry returned to the table, looking, to say the least, unamused.

Hermione relaxed a little, the toy finally shut off, but when Harry returned to the table she could tell he wasn't happy. "Lovely speech. Harry," she said, giving him a tight smile. Hopefully he didn't quiz her on it, because she hadn't heard a word. "I've got to visit the loo, I'll be back." She said, moving from her chair and quickly slipping the shoe she had lost back onto her foot. She leaned in to kiss Draco's cheek before she departed. "Not funny," she whispered in his ear, before making her way to the bathrooms.

Despite his wife’s words, Draco immediately burst out a quick laugh. He’d made his wife cum during the middle of her best friend’s speech. It was priceless. He was never going to forget this moment, even when he was old and senile.

Harry was even less amused, and barely registered the kiss he received from his own wife before she disappeared to follow the brunette. “You’re absolutely deplorable,” Harry told Draco.

“I’ve no idea what you mean.”

Ginny caught up with Hermione easily enough, and checked to see that the restroom was otherwise empty before spelling the door locked. The venue had other loos. “What was that?” Ginny inquired with a knowing grin. She’d been sitting only two seats away from Hermione, and she’s observed much of her “struggle”, though she had no idea what’d caused it.

Hermione was glad Ginny had thought to lock the door, she could use some privacy. She went into a stall, but didn't close the door as she hiked her dress up, pulled her knickers down, and sat down to relieve herself. "I'm being punished," she told Ginny. As she sat there, she pulled her wand out to clean the mess she had made of herself, and tucked it away again before wiping. Before she stood and pulled her knickers back up, she found the toy and removed it, fixing herself up. She set it on the counter by the sink as she went to wash her hands. "Harry looked furious, he must have noticed something funny going on," she commented. She was a bit flustered, then again, she had just climaxed at a table full of her friends while her best friend was delivering a speech. And she hadn't failed to notice Draco laugh as she left the table, he was all too pleased with himself.

Ginny looked at the object she'd set on the counter. "Punished for what?" Ginny knew that Hermione was expected to "obey" her husband or else receive punishment in various forms, but she wondered what the cause was this time. "And with that? What is that?" Moments like this she didn't necessarily envy the Mafloys' "arrangement". "Don't worry about Harry. He's a prude." Much to her disdain.

Hermione laughed at Ginny calling Harry a prude, and leaned against the sink to face her. She needed a little break from her punishment, Draco seemed to be setting the damn thing off every five minutes. Ginny wanted to know why she was being punished, and she smirked a little, shrugging. "Well, while we were making ourselves late for dinner, I was meant to be keeping track of how many orgasms I had. I didn't, or, rather, I couldn't." She said, and shrugged slightly. "And that?" She said, gesturing to the small bullet shaped toy. She opened her mouth to speak, about to tell Ginny what it was, when the thing began to vibrate loudly against the marble countertop. "I've half a mind to keep it in my purse, but he'd know. He always knows," she said with a smirk.

Ginny looked at the item buzzing loudly against the hard stone surface, and she understood almost instantly. "That was inside your knickers? Hermione Malfoy, did you have an orgasm in the middle of my husband's speech?" If she sounded mad, she wasn't. Jealous, maybe. Definitely amused. It was no wonder Harry could barely get out the words he'd been practicing all week. "Well no wonder Harry was mad. Ugh, what's it like, having so many orgasms you literally can't keep count?" It was mostly a rhetorical question, a complaint almost. "I mean don't get me wrong, Harry definitely gets the job done every time, but…" There was so much more the redhead wanted to experiment with. Not necessarily the outrageously kinky stuff her friend was into, but just something less… pedestrian. "There are… things I can't seem to get him to agree to, not even just to try it!" Okay now she was complaining, just a little.

Hermione gave Ginny a sly smile, shrugging. "If I did, it wasn't by choice," she said, her smile turning to a grin. "But honestly, it's a bit like I did a thousand crunches before coming here tonight. It sounds amazing, but it's a lot of work," she said with a laugh. She was definitely satisfied, a bit too much to be going to an event after. Especially an event where she was being tortured with surprise orgasms. At what Ginny said next, Hermione raised a curious brow at her friend. "Like, what? What are you trying to get him to try?" She asked her.

"Only you could make getting off over and over again sound like such a burden," Ginny teased her friend. When she asked what it was Ginny was trying to get Harry to try, Ginny smirked an almost Slytherin smirk. "Have you and Draco ever brought a third person in on your lovemaking?" She posed the question, rather than answer directly.

Hermione let out a surprised laugh at the question, "I don't think Draco would be willing to share, honestly. Maybe if it was another girl… maybe." She picked up the toy off the sink, which kept going off randomly, making the most distracting buzzing sound each time. She was glad now she had taken it off. It seemed this might be the only conversation she'd be able to have all night without the thing distracting her. It was insanely hard to hold a conversation while on the verge of an orgasm, it turned out. "So what, are you trying to get him to bring in another guy? Or another girl?" She asked her friend.

Ginny laughed at that. "You might be right. I can't imagine him being interested in shagging another girl. He's too in love with you. But as for me and Harry… I mean I would never torture him by suggesting another man in our bed, but a woman… I really want to try it, and every time I bring it up Harry walks off muttering about how he doesn't want to end up like Ross, and I have no idea what that means."

Hermione froze for a moment while she made sense of the reference, before almost doubling over with laughter, holding her already sore stomach. "Oh, Merlin, he thinks you'll fancy girls and leave him," she told Ginny through her laughter. "It's a reference to a muggle television show." She added with a grin, still fighting her laughter.

Ginny laughed as well. "THAT'S what he meant by that?" She laughed anew. "Merlin, no! I didn't spend my entire childhood obsessing over Harry just to become a… a lesbian and leave him." The very idea was comical. Maybe she just owed him some reassurance. "If anything…" she knew Hermione wouldn't judge her, but it was still a challenge to say it out loud. "I think I might be a bisexual."

Hermione laughed, nodding her head. "It's just absurd!" she agreed. She sobered a bit when Ginny mentioned she might be a bisexual. "Well, there's nothing wrong with having an interest in girls as well, you'll just have to figure out a way to assure him you're not looking to replace him." It wasn’t as if they were unhappy, at least, not as far as Hermione could tell.

Ginny sighed. "I also sometimes get the feeling that, like, he thinks I'm entrapping him. Like if I see a hot witch when we're out, and I tell him to check out her ass, he thinks I'm setting him up to get yelled at. When actually, I'm just envisioning bringing her home and doing dirty things to her, with him." She blushed a little. Hermione and Draco might be known for engaging in some seriously kinky sex, but never with outside help. Did that make her a sexual deviant too, like Harry considered them?

Hermione could tell by the look on Ginny's face she was a bit embarrassed, "Harry is… like you said, a bit of a prude. And you're probably right, he likely thinks you just want him to admit the girl is hot so you can yell at him." She let out a slight laugh. "Maybe you should just bring a girl home before he gets off work one day, show him you really mean it. I mean, if he sees her in the house, with you, he can't really think that’s entrapment. As for the whole Ross thing, well, just make sure he's not excluded during," she said with a grin.

Ginny tried to picture that. Her, on the couch with another girl, in the middle of a heated snog, while Harry comes home from work, not knowing what he’s about to walk in on. She pictures inviting him to join them on the couch, and then eventually the three of them going up to the bedroom… “Yeah,” she says, voice caught in her throat. She clears it and nods. “Yeah, I could see it.” She smiles. “I might just have to try that.”

Hermione grinned at her friend, "He'd be insane to throw a fit. I think Draco would at least indulge me and punish me later if I pulled a stunt like that," she said with a laugh. She had never really thought about it, she had teased him once about bringing in another guy, but she had made it very clear it was just a joke. "Anyways, you know how I told you Draco has been pushing for a second baby?" She asked Ginny.

Ginny beamed. “Yes. Tell me that’s what you two were doing to make yourselves so late,” she said with a grin. She wanted to have another baby as well, but one was more than enough while she was in the middle of her quidditch career. But she was craving the presence of another baby in her life, so she had been hoping Hermione would change her mind soon.

Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "No, you can't make a baby that way," she said with a devious grin. "But I have thought about it, and I think I might tell him tonight that I'm ready to start trying." She grinned. “That is, if I even have the energy to have sex with him by the time this event is over," she added with a smirk.

Ginny laughed. “Oh my.” She knew what Hermione meant by that. “But I’m so excited! I think that’s a good decision. I would love to have another baby but, you know, quidditch.” She didn’t want a huge family, like she’d had, but she wanted James to have a little brother or sister eventually. “Three years is a good age difference.” Scorpius would be at least that age when the new baby would be born.

Hermione grinned, nodding. "That's what I think too, it'll be the perfect age gap." She said, having thought about it a lot. Especially since Draco had brought it up more than once, and she'd turned him down. She enjoyed their sex life, and she knew once she was pregnant again it would be nine months of toning it down, followed by an additional six weeks of absolutely no sex at all. She also knew in order to build their family they would both have to make some sacrifices. "But you guys are going to have another one? Eventually?" She asked Ginny curiously. Scorpius and James were very close in age, it made play dates pretty easy.

"Yes, absolutely, but we never really intended to have children this early. I want to give quidditch a few more years before I retire." It was hard to stay in the league when you're taking maternity leave every other season.

Hermione nodded, understanding. With her job it wouldn't be much if an issue, she'd just have to take some time off for maternity leave. It wouldn't be that simple for Ginny. "Well, if everything goes well, you'll get your baby fix." She said with a grin. "Maybe we should head back out there.." she said, glancing at the clock in the bathroom. They had been in the bathroom for a while now.

"Better put your punishment back in. Like you said, he'll know," Ginny teased.

Draco decided after dinner that he would give Hermione a break. He didn't want her to be too worn out to enjoy their night away. When at long last the event came to an end, Draco escorted his beautiful wife to their luxurious hotel suite.

The suite was amazing, with an amazing view of the city, and most importantly, a large, lush bed for them to shag on all night long. It didn’t necessarily have any features they didn’t have at home, except for the room service, unless you counted their house elf (who received a weekly salary), which Hermione still wouldn’t let him use for every little whim he had. Just scheduled meals and cleaning, mostly. The real treat was being away from home, a different venue, and maybe the satisfaction of letting unsuspecting neighbors hear their throws of passion.

He kissed her against the door as he fit the key into the door, and cracked it open so that she wouldn’t fall. “What do you think?” he asked when he broke his lips from hers and opened the door for her to enter.

Hermione kissed him back, and when she felt the door opening behind her, she turned to look, grinning at the first impression. It was gorgeous, but of course he would have picked one of the best suites for them. She turned fully to walk inside, taking in everything the room had to offer. "I think it’s the perfect get-away." She told him with a grin, and turned to kiss him again. She went over to the window next, taking in the amazing view they had to enjoy. "I may never want to leave." She told him.

Draco walked up behind her, placing his hands on her waist as he looked out the window from behind her. “Well, as much as I like my alone time, I don’t think there’s much room here for raising children,” Draco laughed. Sure, they only had one child now, but he was hoping for at least one more. He didn’t want Scorpius to grow up he did, a bratty little only child.

Hermione smiled, and turned around to wrap her arms around his neck. "Speaking of children.." she said, glad that he had brought it up so she didn't have to. "I'm ready." He would know what she meant, she had told him before she just wasn't ready for it, but it seemed like the right time to start trying. And what better night start trying to conceive?

Draco looked down at her, trying to assess if she was really saying what he hoped she was. “You’re ready?” he asked for clarity. “To have another baby?” Again, just to be sure they were talking about the same thing. He’d been wanting this for the better part of the last year or so, and he had no idea how much longer she was going to want to wait. He didn’t want to force the issue. She’d already been forced into her first pregnancy thanks to him.

Hermione nodded, smiling up at him. "Yes, I'm ready for another baby," she told him. She leaned up to kiss him, "That's still something you want, right?" She asked him, she was pretty sure he wouldn't have changed his mind after wanting it for so long.

Draco pulled her into a passionate kiss. “Yes,” he said against her lips, and kissed her again. “Yes, definitely.” He was more than happy to start now. He pressed her into the window, holding her narrow waist tightly. He was already growing hard within his pants, and he reached one hand behind her back to draw down the long zipper of her dress.

Hermione kissed him back, grinning against his lips. She helped him get her dress off, letting it slip off of her shoulders. She reached up to loosen the tie around his neck, leaning back against the window. Trying for a second child would be bitter sweet, she was starting to get baby fever with Scorpius getting so big, but her first pregnancy had been such a burden. She could only hope this time around, with her being much healthier, it wouldn't be so difficult.

Draco began to quickly shed his layers, as he had much more on than she did, which seemed incredibly unfair. Once he was unclothed he pulled her knickers down once more and dropped to his knees. He couldn't wait to taste what had become of her throughout the evening, and didn't hesitate a moment to begin devouring her mess, holding tightly to her waist.

Hermione moaned as he went down on her, throwing her head back against the glass. She got one leg over his shoulder, holding onto his head for support as he cleaned up the mess he had made of her throughout the night.

Draco cleaned her cunt and sticky thighs with his tongue before coming up for air and kissing his wife again hard. He grabbed her waist and turned her quickly, pressing her front into the glass. He didn't care if the whole world paid witness to him taking his wife roughly against the window. He entered her immediately, thrusting up into her with one hand rested on the glass next to her head, the other clutching her (fuller than when he'd first known it) breast.

Hermione was far from the woman who was scared to be fucked in front of an open window. Any scandal they caused now would be as husband and wife, and not some forbidden love. She pressed her hands against the window, spreading her legs so he could enter her, and letting out small gasps with each thrust. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra expertly, and tossed it aside so she could feel her breasts pressed against the cold glass.

It'd only been a handful of hours since Draco had last been this deep inside his wife, but torturing her with that toy, and knowing that she was wearing that rose plug deep in her arse (which he could feel inside of her with each pass of his hard shaft), even just dancing with her in the ballroom with only minimal ability to touch her, had him feeling ready and quick. Her agreement to start trying for another child was the cherry on top, so it stood to reason that this act of exhibitionism wouldn't last. Within just a couple short minutes Draco grunted his release into her, wasting no time in his conception efforts. He remained unmoving inside of her, lest his seed escape and go to waste.

Hermione remained still against the glass, breathing heavily. She didn't mind the quick finish, they had all night to enjoy each other, and knowing her husband, he planned to. She reached up to pull a few pins out of her hair, letting the updo fall, and her hair fall around her shoulders.

Draco chuckled. "Well, I'm glad I remembered to pack your second surprise of the evening," he spoke into her ear, before pulling away from her slowly. "Why don't you go remove that rosebud from your rosebud and get cleaned up. I'll get it ready for you," he promised with a playful smack to her rear.

Hermione laughed, "Yes, sir." She said playfully, before going into the bathroom. She grabbed her bag on the way, it would be a much quicker job with a simple cleaning spell. She did as he had asked, cleaning herself up, and the rosebud. Once she was done with that she brushed out her hair, and glanced at her makeup, but since she had spelled it she didn't need a touch up. When she returned from the bathroom, sporting only her stockings and garterbelt, she went over to Draco to see what he was up to. She had given him plenty of time (she hoped) to prepare whatever surprise he had for her.

Draco cleaned himself up and tended to their thoughtlessly discarded clothes, sending them to hang in the closet for later cleaning. With that done he retrieved the overnight bag they'd packed, in which he'd snuck her scandalous wooden box. He moved to the coffee table, where, as on so many occasions before, he set to preparing several thin white lines for Hermione and himself to enjoy. A cut off straw rested beside them for easy inhalation.

When she returned he looked up at her with a smirk from where he sat on one of the loveseats. He pulled her down into his lap. "Despite your little bout of disobedience earlier this evening, you've indeed been a good little Princess as of late. You've earned this. Especially since it's going to be the last time for a long time." He reached around her for the straw and held it out to her.

Hermione fell into his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck with a grin. He was right, after tonight she wouldn't be partaking in such things. If she was going to be actively trying to get pregnant, she wouldn't risk it. Not again. They'd been lucky that Scorpius had been a healthy baby, but it had been scary for a while. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, taking the straw from him. "You do spoil me so," she said happily. She leaned forward, inhaling one of the lines he had laid out for them, handing the straw back to him while she sniffed and rubbed at her nose. She moved off his lap to give him the opportunity to do a line as well, she knew it was meant for him, just as much as it was meant for her.

Draco took the straw and mimicked Hermione's actions, inhaling the next line and sniffing it in deeply. There were only two cut for each of them at the moment, so he handed the straw back to her to finish her share. Their tolerance was lower now thanks to the infrequency of use, so it should be plenty to get them good and high, for now. It wasn't a long-lasting substance, so he might allow for another round later in the evening if they were in need of a boost.

Hermione took the straw again, making quick work of the second line meant for her, before passing it back to him. "We should make use of the wet bar," she said with a smirk. She knew as soon as the drug hit her throat, any moment now, she would be thirsty. She wasn't one to drink excessive amounts, but she did like to drink on special occasions. And tonight had been a celebration of her best friend, and now that she had told Draco with certainty that she was ready for another baby, it was also the last night she'd be able abuse her body in such ways without feeling guilty. Of course, she would let him abuse her as much as he wanted. At least up until she was actually pregnant, and needed to start being more careful.

She got up, going over to the bar to see what it had to offer. There was wine, champagne, some harder liquors, along with mixers. She'd had champagne earlier in the night, but she'd kept her wits about her, and hadn't had more than a few glasses that were spaced out throughout the night.

Draco chuckled and finished off what was in the glass tabletop. He swiped his finger across the glass to collect some of the residue, rubbing it into his gums, before repeating the action to bring to her. He joined her near the wet bar and offered his powder covered finger. "Anything good?" He asked.

Hermione took the offered finger, letting him rub the excess drug into her gums, before swiping her tongue across the front of her teeth. "Looks like pretty much anything you fancy." She told him, picking up various bottles of brown liquid to show him, knowing they were his preferred drinks.

Draco took a particularly expensive bottle of whiskey from her hand as she sorted through them, though he’d wait until later to enjoy it. He didn’t like to mix his elements much. “Just one, for now,” he instructed her. He knew she could handle her drink, but he didn’t want it to take away from the rare treat that was cocaine. He moved to the bed and summoned her toward with one arm outstretched. It was late, but he had a feeling they were going to be up well into the night. Maybe they could convince her parents to keep Scoprius a second night..

Hermione made herself a drink, she wasn't one to argue that command. She knew she would be thirsty, but she wasn’t looking to get drunk, either. She took a sip, before joining him on the bed. She set her glass on the table by the bed, cuddling into his side.

Draco wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked, in reference to the event, and not their numerous exploits. He cracked open the small bottle of whiskey and took a sip. “You and Ginny were in the loo for quite a while during dinner. Did you have a good talk?” he asked knowingly.

Hermione looked at Draco, smirking a bit. "She uh, needed some help, regarding her and Harry." She told Draco. "And I also told her I was going to tell you I wanted to start trying for a baby tonight." She added. She wondered if he would ask about the toy, which she hadn't been wearing, but he had been setting off almost the entire time she was in the bathroom talking to Ginny.

Draco chuckled. “Oh really? They’re having trouble in the bedroom already?” Draco guessed, mostly for his own amusement. He didn’t actually have any hostility towards Potter anymore, but they loved to bust each other’s balls every chance they got, even when the other wasn’t around.

Hermione smirked, shrugging, "No, it's not that," she told him. She knew Ginny liked to share some of their more intimate stuff with Harry, just to try to get him to try different things, but she wasn't sure if she should tell Draco about the details of their conversation. "She just wants him to try some...different stuff." She said with a shrug.

Draco laughed, sipping his whiskey once more. “So Potter’s still not quite doing the trick huh?” he asked. “What’s Ginny trying to get him to try this time? You can tell me. I promise I won’t give him hell about it.” Typically he omitted such a promise, but sometimes he knew that he’d have to make that promise, and mean it, in order to get the good information out of his spouse.

Hermione grinned, she was glad he promised not to give Harry hell about it, because she knew he meant it. And she wouldn't be put in the awkward situation with Ginny if he did find an opportunity to bring it up. "She's been trying to bring another girl into the bedroom," she told him with a smirk. "Apparently Harry is worried she's going to run off with the girl and leave him, or that it's possibly a trap to get him to say another girl is attractive." She said with a laugh.

Draco stared at Hermione, and then laughed. “Well as long as she doesn’t mean you, I’m on Weaslette’s side. Potter’s already married up. He certainly shouldn’t be turning away more women.” He saw the appeal, generally speaking, but he was most perfectly satisfied with the arrangement he and Hermione had. He had no desire to touch another woman. Though he might not mind watching…

Hermione laughed, too, "Oh, well, I already told her I'd be their third." She said with a playful smirk. She knew he would never go for that, but that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little.

Draco growled playfully and discarded his now empty whiskey bottle, before leaning over his lover threateningly. “Oh is that so?” he asked, going along with it. “Well I might just have to kill Potter if he thinks he gets to touch my wife, and take his as a prize.” Draco was joking, of course. Two could play that game.

Hermione laughed, laying back on the bed. "So what will you do with me then if you have a brand new play thing?" She asked him with a smirk. She liked playing these little games with him, they both knew the other wasn't serious, after all.

Draco climbed on top of her, nipping at her neck and throat. “I might have to show her that it takes a very strong-” He bit down on her throat, “Very stubborn…” He bit down again, this time on the right side of her neck. “Very sexy princess like yourself…” He bit the left side of her neck. “To handle the likes of me.” His lips found hers in a deep kiss, a groan escaping his throat into hers.

Hermione let out a hiss of pain with each bite, but he knew she loved it. When he kissed her, she kissed him back, biting at his lip playfully. She was feeling the cocaine at this point, and she felt good. As much as she missed being able to do it all the time, it made it a special treat when he did let her partake.

Draco grabbed hold of one of Hermione’s thighs, lifting it to wrap around his middle as he moved between her legs. “Do you ever think about that?” he asked, since he wasn’t sure they’d ever formally talked about it. “About what it would be like to be with a girl? To eat her pussy like you suck my cock? To finger her like I finger you? To hold her firm tits in your hands instead of your own?” He was curious, and high as he was feeling, a little turned on by the thought, in the hypothetical. It certainly didn’t mean he’d ever want to share.

Hermione wrapped the leg around him tightly, smirking at his questions, she could tell he was picturing it in his head. "I can't say I ever have thought about that," she told him. "But I can tell you are." She added teasingly. "Is that something you want to see?" She asked, reaching up to play with his hair.

Draco chuckled. “I don’t know if I’d even let a woman touch my wife,” he said, his hands finding hers. He laced his fingers through her own and then brought her hands up, pinning them down on the pillow on either side of her. “And another man would lose every part of him that touched your skin.” He kissed her again deeply, his tongue exploring the cavern of her mouth. He could feel it, the rush of adrenaline from the blow, like every nerve in his body was firing on all cylinders. He began to grow hard against her now but he barely even noticed, his sole focus her mouth.

Hermione kissed him back deeply, she loved how possessive he was, she honestly had no desire to stray. She didn't think Ginny had a desire to stray, either, but there had to be a part of her that was interested in being with a girl. It probably had nothing to do with Harry, and everything to do with Ginny. She, however, was perfectly satisfied with her relationship with Draco. As she kissed him, letting her tongue battle against his in her mouth, she could feel him growing hard against her. She bucked her hips against him, moaning into his mouth.

Draco was becoming aware of his own arousal, as well as hers, and he pulled her other thigh so that her legs now both wrapped around him. “Is there any fantasy that I’ve failed to fulfill for you?” Draco asked. He wanted to know now, because once she was pregnant it might not be an option, depending on what it might be. He rolled his body on top of hers just for the friction, feeling his hardness pressing flat against her wet core. He slid it back and forth on top of her, feeling the head flick against her clit as he did so. “Tell me now, so I can change that.”

Hermione moaned as he rolled his body against hers, and leaned up to kiss him again. "You've fulfilled every fantasy, and so much more." She told him with a grin. "And what about you? Do you have any unfulfilled fantasies?" She asked, kissing him again, trailing kisses down his jawline, to his neck.

Draco smirked against her lips. “Nothing that can’t be fixed by getting you good and pregnant,” he told her. It wasn’t a sexual fantasy, he didn’t have a pregnancy fetish, or anything of the sort, but he did have a fantasy of a bigger family, complete with more love to go around. And the act of getting that family certainly didn’t hurt. In demonstration of this, Draco drew his hips back, and plunged skillfully into her open body. He shuddered at the heavenly feeling of being sheathed in her once more, and began to move in her slowly, savoring the joining of their bodies.

Hermione grinned against his neck, moaning as he entered her. She knew he wanted a bigger family, and she had always wanted that too. She simply hadn't been ready as quickly as he was, but she was happy they were trying now. She moved under him to meet his thrusts. As much as she loved their kinky play, she enjoyed making love to her husband just as much.

Draco kept his movements steady but deep, slamming the tip of his cock into her womb with each roll of his hips. His hands pinning hers down provided him leverage as he gradually began to pick up his pace. He watched her tits bounce underneath him, jiggling in little circles. He leaned in and captured one perky nipple between his teeth, tugging on it playfully, before switching to the other. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the drip from the blow deep into his sinuses, even reveling in the bitter chemical taste. He released her hands and moved them instead to one leg, bringing it up high between them. Ever the predator, Draco leaned in and captured a large chunk of leg between his teeth, biting and sucking on the trapped flesh. He repeated this action across several other parts of her leg as his pace inside of her grew more eager.

Hermione loved when he was high, he seemed much more prone to biting her in this state of mind. Each bite sent sensations along her entire body, and she moaned in response. When he released her hands in favor of her leg, she moved one hand to her hair, the other grasping one of her bouncing tits. She bent easily to his will, she had found yoga was very useful for keeping herself limber for their sexual exploits. After having Scorpius, she had picked it up to both get her body back, and to keep up with how much he enjoyed bending her into difficult positions.

Draco always liked to keep things symmetrical, so when her right leg was sufficiently spotted with bites and bruises he moved to the left. The movement of his hips intensified, slamming into her bent body. After a few minutes of carrying on in this manner Draco had an idea. He slowed to a stop and kissed her deeply, an apology for the next moment removing himself from her. He leaned over the bed to find the overnight bag, knowing that there were many fun things packed inside.

He had packed many toys for this evening's adventures, unsure which he would feel inclined to use. He dug around blindly until he found what he was looking for, a long red jelly-like shaft with a vibrating ring connected to the top of its base. Draco carefully stretched the ring over his own girth, which he realized in hind sight would have been more easily achieved prior to his fully erected state. He was now equipped with twice the penetrating capability, which he knew from so much experience would have her screaming for him instantly.

He moved between her legs again and pushed them towards her until her knees hit her chest. He pulled her bent body towards him bending her still until her dripping pussy and puckering anus were raised in the air before him. He leaned in, sampling both before moving his full attention to her backside, lathering up the hole generously.

Hermione had been enjoying the abuse to her legs, she always loved when he left evidence of the things he was doing to her. When he stopped and kissed her deeply, she knew he was up to something. She watched as he got into the bag and pulled out a toy, attaching it to his own erection. She laid back, watching him with a smirk. It was a good thing he had brought their powdery friend, because she could tell she'd have trouble keeping up with him otherwise.

Soon he was fully equipped with his own erection, along with the toy that she knew was meant to keep him from cumming, which meant he definitely planned to go all night. She secretly hoped that meant he intended a round two of the drug, as well, but she knew she couldn't ask for it. She simply wasn't allowed. When he pulled her to him, bending her in such a way, she let her head fall back, moaning as he prepared her for what he was about to do.

Draco carefully inserted the artificial limb into her tightness, gliding in with relative ease after two years of frequent abuse. As soon as he had an inch or two in, he lined his own cock up with the entrance of her dripping cunt. In one push he forced both lengths into her, groaning at the limited space the secondary shaft created within her small body. He pushed a button on the toy, the cock inside her ass buzzing to life. He shuddered, feeling the sensation through her walls, and began to move within her once more.

Hermione bit down on her lip as the toy entered her ass, it was a feeling she was used to, but it was always a little much at first. Before long she had both her husband's cock, and the now vibrating toy moving inside her. "Fuck!" She cried out, she never grew tired of the double penetration, and he always had a new toy to put into play for such things. She was sure this is why she never actually longed for someone else to join them in the bedroom, he could do the job, plus so much more, all by himself. With the help of the toys, of course, which he carefully picked himself.

Draco leaned his body over hers, driving into her with as much force as he could muster. He could feel the coiling in his groin, his balls becoming tight with the need for release, but the ring crimped tightly around his base wouldn’t allow it. He slowed, moving into a more controlled pace again. He lowered her legs to wrap around him and kissed her tenderly. “Would you like some more?” It wasn’t a trick, she was allowed to want more, if he offered.

Her body shuddered as she came, and when he kissed her, she kissed him back deeply. He asked if she wanted more, and she grinned, "Yes, please." She said, eager to get more in her system. She knew it would be a long, long time before she was offered the chance to enjoy it again. She was fine with that, and she was fine with enjoying it as much as she could right now, also.

Draco reached for his wand on the bedside table and summoned the box to him, withdrawing the appropriate instruments. Using the same small scoop she’d favored those three years ago, he brought a small bit of powder to her in offering and waited for her to sit up a bit to take it. His hips continued to roll into her in small rotations, just enough to maintain movement of some kind.

Hermione sat up just enough to inhale the powdery substance. She closed one nostril with her finger, inhaling with the other, before laying back and massaging her nose to help it along as she sniffled. He was still moving inside of her, at a nice steady pace that felt good, without being overwhelming.

Draco helped himself to a small dose as well, before setting the box down again, for now. “Now, do you want to get on your knees for me, love?” he requested in the form of a question.

Hermione moved out from under him, leaning in to kiss him. "Anything for you." She told him with a grin, before getting onto her knees in front of him. She lowered her chest to the bed so she could give him as much access as he needed.

Draco repositioned himself on his knees behind her and placed the artificial cock inside of her heat, but rather than enter her backside with his own length he put his own cock, also, inside her elastic pussy, stretching it to a degree she’d only managed a couple times before, one of which being childbirth. He eased into her, before he was able to move both cocks inside her as one.

Hermione bit her lip hard, she hadn't expected him to enter her pussy with both his cock, and the fake cock. "Oh, God!" She groaned, letting her head fall forward as he stretched her. He knew already she could take it, he'd done so before, but it was always a little painful at first. She clutched the blanket as he moved inside of her, reminding herself to breathe steadily.

They continued for hours, taking breaks to refuel on what remained of their cocaine stash (which would be disposed of before they went home) and to hydrate. Come morning they called for room service, before calling the front desk to ask for a late check out. They hadn't slept a wink.