QA 30 Minute Challenge #3 response
Title: Indiana Jones and the Necktie of Doom
Author: BobotuberPus
Pairing: D/Hr, H/P
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,061 words
A/N: In response to the 30 minute challenge #3 at “It’s Always the Quiet Ones” YahooGroup , which stipulated that the story must include: thunder, necktie, a disagreement, candles, and a kiss. I, of course, failed again with the time limit. This took an hour and forty-five minutes. My only excuse is that I have too much love for the ‘ship and not enough talent to devote just half an hour in writing the story.
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Hermione had just Apparated back home from another long day at the Ministry when the house elf announced the arrival of Pansy. It was then that Hermione remembered that her children were to spend the weekend at the Potters’, on one of their bi-monthly sleepovers. Pansy came to collect Adrian and Trey Malfoy, as well as her son James, who had spent the day with them.
Rubbing her sore neck, Hermione made her way to the foyer and managed a wan smile for the witch who was once her arch-nemesis.
“Hey, Pans,” she greeted her with a peck on the cheek.
“Hey, Granger.” Despite having been married to her best friend for the last five years, the former Pansy Parkinson still called Hermione by her maiden name, as she had done at Hogwarts. “The children ready yet?”
“Um, yeah, I believe so. Draco watched them all day. Had to go in to the Ministry today. I just got back actually.”
Pansy eyed her. “Looks like you at least could use some time off from the children, “ she noted.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. You don’t know how happy I am that this weekend’s sleepover is over at your house.”
Just then, three pairs of feet were heard running down the staircase, and suddenly the entrance hall was raucous with the eager voices of three underaged wizards.
“Oh, your mum’s here, James!”
“Hey, Aunt Pansy!”
“Hey, Aunt Hermione!”
“Mum, can Adrian bring his training broom?”
“Aunt Hermione, may I leave my potions set here?”
“What’s for dinner, Aunt Pansy?”
“Can we go over to Uncle Blaise’s villa tomorrow?”
“Are the Weasleys coming over, too?”
“Bye, Mum!”
It was another half hour before Hermione and Pansy had sorted the children and Hermione waved them off from the front door as they port-keyed back to Godric’s Hollow. Looking up, Hermione noticed the ominous clouds. She heard the first peal of thunder as she closed the door. She smiled to herself. She looked forward to having some alone time with her husband, and there was nothing more she loved than being fucked by him as rain pounded outside.
Speaking of husband, where was he?
She hadn’t seen nor heard since she got home. Figuring he must have fallen asleep again (that’s what happened last time he babysat the three children), she checked their bedroom. Nope, no Draco. The nursery was empty as well. So was the sunroom. The Manor was eerily quiet without the children’s chatter, but Hermione pushed that observation away as she continued to search for Draco. On the way to check the guest bedrooms, she passed by the study, and looking in, stopped dead on her tracks.
One of the most bizarre images met her eyes. There was her husband, the calm, collected Draco Malfoy, tied up in a chair inside the unused fireplace, glowering for all he was worth! It looked like he’d been struggling to free himself for quite some time. Beads of perspiration lined his aristocratic forehead, and his immaculate dress shirt was askew. His hands were tied behind his back, and his torso was tied to the chair by a winding fabric. Upon closer inspection, Hermione realized that Draco was tied to his chair by a magically elongated necktie.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?”
Draco’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Hermione could tell he was getting more furious. It was then she noticed his wand lying on the floor beyond his reach.
“Finite Incantatem!”
“---two are grounded! They’re not to go to the Potters’ tonight! In fact, I’m not allowing them to leave the Manor for the next year!”
Hermione cut short her husband’s rants. “Darling, calm down! Pansy left with the children about ten minutes ago.” She resorted to a tactic that always worked in quelling his temper; she sat on his lap. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” she asked, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Draco sighed. “Remember that Muggle movie you brought home the other day? About that adventuresome fellow, his father and their quest for the Holy Grail? The children watched it again today, and prevailed upon me to enact one of their favorite scenes.”
“Let me guess. The part where Indy and his father are tied by the Nazis to a chair and left in the fireplace?”
“Yup, that.”
“So, how do you explain the necktie? If I recall correctly, Indy and his father were tied by a rope.”
“Malfoy Manor doesn’t have ropes lying around, Hermione. In the glory days, chains were used in the dungeons; never ropes. Ropes are so…plebeian! Anyway, when I realized I was going to be the one tied up, I volunteered to elongate my necktie to be used as a “rope.” At least it’s 100% silk.”
“And the Silencio charm?”
“That…now that was purely your eldest son! He’s way too young to know that charm!”
Hermione could sense the rant coming back on. It was always “your son” whenever he was displeased with either child. Hermione didn’t mind because she recognized it as an underhanded compliment. Draco may have sounded like he was blaming her for the children’s natural magical abilities, but he was really proud of the brilliance that they’d inherited from her. “He used my wand against me!”
“Oh poor, poor darling! I take it the three of them panicked when you started to struggle and fled, leaving you here all alone?”
Draco only glared at her, sensing she was making fun of his predicament.
“I did notice they were only too eager to leave with Pansy.”
Draco sighed in defeat. He was never going to live this down. He supposed he should just be glad that it was Hermione who found him and not Pansy as well, or even worse, that git Potter. He would never hear the end of it.
“Just untie me, will you?” he pleaded to his wife. “ Trey and James must have double-knotted and triple-knotted me. That’s why I’m still tied up even with your Finite Incantatem. If I could have only reached those candles over there, I would’ve burned these off. That’s what that Muggle in the movie tried to do.”
Hermione regarded her husband for a moment, her eyes narrowing. Draco could hear the wheels turning in her head, and dreaded that she would prolong his situation. He was worn out and he just wanted to be free of his bonds and make love with his wife in bed and have a layabout morning without the children interrupting. But it looked like she had other plans. He thought he would be proven wrong in his assumptions when Hermione got up and leaned over as if to begin untying him. But she merely shifted so that she now sat astride his lap, facing him.
She kissed him then, beginning with a slow, sensual brushing of lips. Her hands tangling his unkempt hair, she deepened the kiss, thrusting her warm, eager tongue to meet his. Her actions were languorous, savoring every second of their kiss. Her hand caressed his shoulders, his chest, and Draco struggled once more to free his hands so he could return the favor.
“Hermione,love, please, we can play much better if you untie me.”
“Mmm, no, I disagree. I like you better this way,” she countered huskily. She placed a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck, then nibbled his earlobe as her other hand cupped his straining erection. Ever so slowly, she rubbed him against his trousers, and Draco couldn’t help but groan.
“Like that, don’t you?” she teased, kissing him again fully. She began to pump him through his pants, and Draco growled in frustration. He would have given his entire fortune at that moment to have his hands free so he could plunge his fingers inside his wife’s moist core. Alas, it wasn’t to be. Said wife was in charge of tonight’s playtime, and he could do nothing but sit tied up helplessly as she played with him.
Suddenly, the kiss ended and she drew away from him. Confused, Draco frowned to which Hermione answered with an enigmatic smile. Turning her attention at his aching member, she promptly unzipped him and freed his leaking cock. Oh, how he wished his hands were free as well!
Hermione wrapped her fingers around his cock and began pumping him again, her thumb caressing the head and slightly grazing the moist slit. Draco hissed at his wife’s ministrations, feeling that maybe she was right; maybe he also preferred to be tied up as well.
Hermione released him and inched forward so that his erection was flush against her aching center. Damn, thought Draco, when did she take off her knickers? Hermione then proceeded to rub her clit against him, mixing their moisture, as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She quickly discarded her bra and then cupped her breasts. Languorously, she kneaded them, paying close attention to her nipples, all the while continuing to rub up against his leaking cock. Draco’s eyes glazed over further as he stared longingly at her puckered nipples. He leaned forward, and she obliged him by allowing him to suck one of the rosy tips. His hot tongue gratefully laved her, and the need between Hermione’s legs increased.
Using one hand to draw his mouth from her breast, she kissed him again, thrusting her tongue to meet his as she used the other hand to thrust him inside her needy pussy. In a rhythm they’d perfected through two years of cohabitation and six years of marriage, they rocked against each other, once more feeling whole with their union, each knowing they were the other’s home. It had began to rain in earnest outside, the thunder punctuating the heavenly moans inside. Hermione increased her pace, lifting herself up so that only the tip of Draco’s penis remained inside her, and then plunging herself down on him again. Her hands were on either side of his head, braced on the back of the chair as she fucked her husband desperately. The long day at the Ministry, the children’s latest antics, the image of her husband tied up, the eerie silence of the child-free Manor, all disappeared as she impaled herself on him over and over again.
Despite his frustration at not being able to use his hands to make love to Hermione, Draco soon lost himself in her, as he was wont to do. Happiness, he knew, was being where he needed to be at that moment, and that was inside Hermione. He loved his witch and couldn’t imagine life without her. Not for the first time did he wonder if he could do enough in this lifetime to ever truly deserve her.
“Oh, God…Draco…oh, fuck, you feel so good!”
He caught her lips in his and captured her moans as she shuddered with her orgasm. He found he couldn’t hold his much longer after her muscles tightened around him, so he gave over to the edge. Panting, they nuzzled each other as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. The cascading rain on the window pane framed the sated couple illuminated by the candles in the study.
“I love you, Draco.”
“I love you, Hermione.”
As soon as Hermione untied him, Draco wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled closer to him on his lap, playing with the magicked necktie that they both agreed to keep for future playtime.
“Are you still upset at Adrian and Trey?”
“No. I don’t think I’m capable of being upset at either one for a long time.”
He kissed her slowly, then pulled back. “Although, do you think Pansy and Potter might want to keep them for the whole month?”
“Draco!”
“I’m not trying to pawn off our children on someone else, love. It’s just that I miss being able to make love to you anywhere in the house without fear of getting caught by one of them.”
“Well, then,” she said, climbing off his lap, “we’ll just have to make the most of the next two days, won’t we?” With that, she ran out of the study, the elongated necktie in her hand trailing behind her, enticing him to follow. And follow he did, wondering what part of the Manor he was going to fuck his wife in next.
Fin
Author: BobotuberPus
Pairing: D/Hr, H/P
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,061 words
A/N: In response to the 30 minute challenge #3 at “It’s Always the Quiet Ones” YahooGroup , which stipulated that the story must include: thunder, necktie, a disagreement, candles, and a kiss. I, of course, failed again with the time limit. This took an hour and forty-five minutes. My only excuse is that I have too much love for the ‘ship and not enough talent to devote just half an hour in writing the story.
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Hermione had just Apparated back home from another long day at the Ministry when the house elf announced the arrival of Pansy. It was then that Hermione remembered that her children were to spend the weekend at the Potters’, on one of their bi-monthly sleepovers. Pansy came to collect Adrian and Trey Malfoy, as well as her son James, who had spent the day with them.
Rubbing her sore neck, Hermione made her way to the foyer and managed a wan smile for the witch who was once her arch-nemesis.
“Hey, Pans,” she greeted her with a peck on the cheek.
“Hey, Granger.” Despite having been married to her best friend for the last five years, the former Pansy Parkinson still called Hermione by her maiden name, as she had done at Hogwarts. “The children ready yet?”
“Um, yeah, I believe so. Draco watched them all day. Had to go in to the Ministry today. I just got back actually.”
Pansy eyed her. “Looks like you at least could use some time off from the children, “ she noted.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. You don’t know how happy I am that this weekend’s sleepover is over at your house.”
Just then, three pairs of feet were heard running down the staircase, and suddenly the entrance hall was raucous with the eager voices of three underaged wizards.
“Oh, your mum’s here, James!”
“Hey, Aunt Pansy!”
“Hey, Aunt Hermione!”
“Mum, can Adrian bring his training broom?”
“Aunt Hermione, may I leave my potions set here?”
“What’s for dinner, Aunt Pansy?”
“Can we go over to Uncle Blaise’s villa tomorrow?”
“Are the Weasleys coming over, too?”
“Bye, Mum!”
It was another half hour before Hermione and Pansy had sorted the children and Hermione waved them off from the front door as they port-keyed back to Godric’s Hollow. Looking up, Hermione noticed the ominous clouds. She heard the first peal of thunder as she closed the door. She smiled to herself. She looked forward to having some alone time with her husband, and there was nothing more she loved than being fucked by him as rain pounded outside.
Speaking of husband, where was he?
She hadn’t seen nor heard since she got home. Figuring he must have fallen asleep again (that’s what happened last time he babysat the three children), she checked their bedroom. Nope, no Draco. The nursery was empty as well. So was the sunroom. The Manor was eerily quiet without the children’s chatter, but Hermione pushed that observation away as she continued to search for Draco. On the way to check the guest bedrooms, she passed by the study, and looking in, stopped dead on her tracks.
One of the most bizarre images met her eyes. There was her husband, the calm, collected Draco Malfoy, tied up in a chair inside the unused fireplace, glowering for all he was worth! It looked like he’d been struggling to free himself for quite some time. Beads of perspiration lined his aristocratic forehead, and his immaculate dress shirt was askew. His hands were tied behind his back, and his torso was tied to the chair by a winding fabric. Upon closer inspection, Hermione realized that Draco was tied to his chair by a magically elongated necktie.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?”
Draco’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Hermione could tell he was getting more furious. It was then she noticed his wand lying on the floor beyond his reach.
“Finite Incantatem!”
“---two are grounded! They’re not to go to the Potters’ tonight! In fact, I’m not allowing them to leave the Manor for the next year!”
Hermione cut short her husband’s rants. “Darling, calm down! Pansy left with the children about ten minutes ago.” She resorted to a tactic that always worked in quelling his temper; she sat on his lap. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” she asked, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Draco sighed. “Remember that Muggle movie you brought home the other day? About that adventuresome fellow, his father and their quest for the Holy Grail? The children watched it again today, and prevailed upon me to enact one of their favorite scenes.”
“Let me guess. The part where Indy and his father are tied by the Nazis to a chair and left in the fireplace?”
“Yup, that.”
“So, how do you explain the necktie? If I recall correctly, Indy and his father were tied by a rope.”
“Malfoy Manor doesn’t have ropes lying around, Hermione. In the glory days, chains were used in the dungeons; never ropes. Ropes are so…plebeian! Anyway, when I realized I was going to be the one tied up, I volunteered to elongate my necktie to be used as a “rope.” At least it’s 100% silk.”
“And the Silencio charm?”
“That…now that was purely your eldest son! He’s way too young to know that charm!”
Hermione could sense the rant coming back on. It was always “your son” whenever he was displeased with either child. Hermione didn’t mind because she recognized it as an underhanded compliment. Draco may have sounded like he was blaming her for the children’s natural magical abilities, but he was really proud of the brilliance that they’d inherited from her. “He used my wand against me!”
“Oh poor, poor darling! I take it the three of them panicked when you started to struggle and fled, leaving you here all alone?”
Draco only glared at her, sensing she was making fun of his predicament.
“I did notice they were only too eager to leave with Pansy.”
Draco sighed in defeat. He was never going to live this down. He supposed he should just be glad that it was Hermione who found him and not Pansy as well, or even worse, that git Potter. He would never hear the end of it.
“Just untie me, will you?” he pleaded to his wife. “ Trey and James must have double-knotted and triple-knotted me. That’s why I’m still tied up even with your Finite Incantatem. If I could have only reached those candles over there, I would’ve burned these off. That’s what that Muggle in the movie tried to do.”
Hermione regarded her husband for a moment, her eyes narrowing. Draco could hear the wheels turning in her head, and dreaded that she would prolong his situation. He was worn out and he just wanted to be free of his bonds and make love with his wife in bed and have a layabout morning without the children interrupting. But it looked like she had other plans. He thought he would be proven wrong in his assumptions when Hermione got up and leaned over as if to begin untying him. But she merely shifted so that she now sat astride his lap, facing him.
She kissed him then, beginning with a slow, sensual brushing of lips. Her hands tangling his unkempt hair, she deepened the kiss, thrusting her warm, eager tongue to meet his. Her actions were languorous, savoring every second of their kiss. Her hand caressed his shoulders, his chest, and Draco struggled once more to free his hands so he could return the favor.
“Hermione,love, please, we can play much better if you untie me.”
“Mmm, no, I disagree. I like you better this way,” she countered huskily. She placed a trail of kisses from his jaw to his neck, then nibbled his earlobe as her other hand cupped his straining erection. Ever so slowly, she rubbed him against his trousers, and Draco couldn’t help but groan.
“Like that, don’t you?” she teased, kissing him again fully. She began to pump him through his pants, and Draco growled in frustration. He would have given his entire fortune at that moment to have his hands free so he could plunge his fingers inside his wife’s moist core. Alas, it wasn’t to be. Said wife was in charge of tonight’s playtime, and he could do nothing but sit tied up helplessly as she played with him.
Suddenly, the kiss ended and she drew away from him. Confused, Draco frowned to which Hermione answered with an enigmatic smile. Turning her attention at his aching member, she promptly unzipped him and freed his leaking cock. Oh, how he wished his hands were free as well!
Hermione wrapped her fingers around his cock and began pumping him again, her thumb caressing the head and slightly grazing the moist slit. Draco hissed at his wife’s ministrations, feeling that maybe she was right; maybe he also preferred to be tied up as well.
Hermione released him and inched forward so that his erection was flush against her aching center. Damn, thought Draco, when did she take off her knickers? Hermione then proceeded to rub her clit against him, mixing their moisture, as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She quickly discarded her bra and then cupped her breasts. Languorously, she kneaded them, paying close attention to her nipples, all the while continuing to rub up against his leaking cock. Draco’s eyes glazed over further as he stared longingly at her puckered nipples. He leaned forward, and she obliged him by allowing him to suck one of the rosy tips. His hot tongue gratefully laved her, and the need between Hermione’s legs increased.
Using one hand to draw his mouth from her breast, she kissed him again, thrusting her tongue to meet his as she used the other hand to thrust him inside her needy pussy. In a rhythm they’d perfected through two years of cohabitation and six years of marriage, they rocked against each other, once more feeling whole with their union, each knowing they were the other’s home. It had began to rain in earnest outside, the thunder punctuating the heavenly moans inside. Hermione increased her pace, lifting herself up so that only the tip of Draco’s penis remained inside her, and then plunging herself down on him again. Her hands were on either side of his head, braced on the back of the chair as she fucked her husband desperately. The long day at the Ministry, the children’s latest antics, the image of her husband tied up, the eerie silence of the child-free Manor, all disappeared as she impaled herself on him over and over again.
Despite his frustration at not being able to use his hands to make love to Hermione, Draco soon lost himself in her, as he was wont to do. Happiness, he knew, was being where he needed to be at that moment, and that was inside Hermione. He loved his witch and couldn’t imagine life without her. Not for the first time did he wonder if he could do enough in this lifetime to ever truly deserve her.
“Oh, God…Draco…oh, fuck, you feel so good!”
He caught her lips in his and captured her moans as she shuddered with her orgasm. He found he couldn’t hold his much longer after her muscles tightened around him, so he gave over to the edge. Panting, they nuzzled each other as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. The cascading rain on the window pane framed the sated couple illuminated by the candles in the study.
“I love you, Draco.”
“I love you, Hermione.”
As soon as Hermione untied him, Draco wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled closer to him on his lap, playing with the magicked necktie that they both agreed to keep for future playtime.
“Are you still upset at Adrian and Trey?”
“No. I don’t think I’m capable of being upset at either one for a long time.”
He kissed her slowly, then pulled back. “Although, do you think Pansy and Potter might want to keep them for the whole month?”
“Draco!”
“I’m not trying to pawn off our children on someone else, love. It’s just that I miss being able to make love to you anywhere in the house without fear of getting caught by one of them.”
“Well, then,” she said, climbing off his lap, “we’ll just have to make the most of the next two days, won’t we?” With that, she ran out of the study, the elongated necktie in her hand trailing behind her, enticing him to follow. And follow he did, wondering what part of the Manor he was going to fuck his wife in next.
Fin