Seven Ways in Seven Days
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Day 7
julesndairyland
Hermione busied herself stuffing the stuffing the chicken breasts with cheddar cheese and bacon, stopping occasionally to sip the crisp white wine Draco had poured a short while ago. Draco, claiming to be assisting Hermione with the dinner preparations, seemed to be banging their new pots and pans together indiscriminately. Hermione smothered a grin as Draco muffled a rather harsh expletive after dropping their new 16 quart stockpot on his bare foot.
“We’ll cook better if you don’t kick the pot like a football,” remarked Hermione sardonically.
“Very funny, know-it-all” replied Draco without much heat.
Hermione put the chicken in the ceramic baking dish they had received from her cousin Marie in Sussex and putt it in the oven. Draco was quite competently filling the stockpot with water, adding salt to prevent a boil-over for the angel hair pasta he was preparing.
In celebration of their one week anniversary, Hermione and Draco had picked all their favorite dishes to prepare together; Chicken Cordon Blue a la Hermione, angel hair pasta tossed with garlic butter, asparagus with hollandaise and Challah bread (owled over from Pansy and Harry, who were currently traveling in Israel). Draco had mysteriously stated he had taken care of dessert and that Hermione was not to worry about that part of the meal.
Incredibly, cooking together was one of the things Draco and Hermione enjoyed most. During their celibate courtship, they had needed to devise ways that they could be intimate with each other without sex being involved. One of the myriad of activities they explored was cooking the Muggle way. Making it into a production, cooking fancier foods, having some delicious wine from the famous Malfoy cellars, listening to some of their favorite music and just talking with each other provided them with some of their most enjoyable memories.
Hermione set the table, excited to use the precious hand-blow wine glasses Draco’s best friend, Blaise, had given them. Draco whisked the Hollandaise sauce and expertly summoned the warmed dish to serve the finished condiment. Hermione lit the floating candles with a wave of her hand as Draco brought out the remaining food. Pulling out her chair, Draco seated Hermione and with a flair placed her napkin in her lap.
“You’d make a marvelous maitre’d,” smirked Hermione.
“I’m fabulous at everything I do,” returned Draco with a slight leer.
Picking up her wine Hermione raised her glass in toast, “To us, we’re both brilliant to see past our differences and realize pure bliss staring us in the face.”
Touched by her sincerity, Draco simply lifted his glass and stated, “Je t’adore.”
With a smile lighting her face Hermione murmured, “Je t’aime.”
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Pushing away from the remains of the meal, Draco and Hermione slowly rose from the table. Distractedly waving their hands, Hermione cleared the table while Draco rinsed and stacked the dishes in the dishwasher.
With a moue Hermione pouted, “I thought you had taken care of dessert.”
“Darling, do you really think that I would let you down?” answered Draco. “Go get naked while I ready your dessert.”
Raising an eyebrow Hermione turned to walk down the hallway to the master’s chamber, exaggerating the swing of her hips just to punish Draco for his high-handedness.
Entering their master suite Hermione quickly shed her clothes and lay down on their king-size bed. Attempting to lay seductively across the bed, Hermione felt the rude poke of something under the quilt. Reaching under the mussed coverlet, Hermione found *her* book, the one she had been reading all week. Noticing the ornate metal bookmark she had gifted Draco with on the anniversary of their first date, Hermione gasped at the chapter it was marking. Feeling a tightening low in her belly, Hermione was dismayed to realize her response was equal parts excitement and apprehensiveness.
Before Hermione could ruminate further, Draco entered the suite with a silver serving tray, complete with an ornate domed lid. Stealthily sliding the book under the bed pillows, Hermione turned to face Draco. Not being able to reconcile her sneak peak while being faced with Draco and his secret dessert, Hermione decided to wait and see what developed. Draco for his part gave no indication that his behavior was anything out of the ordinary, carefully setting the dish on the bedside table while he quickly divested himself of his clothing.
With a grand flourish Draco lifted the cover and Hermione could see quite a few interesting objects: a pair of pink dice that appeared to have words on them, a watercolor paintbrush and what appeared to be a dish of liquefied chocolate. Intrigued, Hermione leaned closer to examine the items.
“Now just lay back as it is my turn; don’t worry you will get your chance next,” drawled Draco.
As Hermione laid back she heard the dice strike the tray. Watching Draco’s face, light up she simply raised one eyebrow in question.
“Ah, its kiss breasts first,” replied Draco with an indication that the dice were directing his actions. Gently lifting the paint brush, Draco dipped it into the chocolate and proceeded to paint Hermione breasts in smaller concentric circles, ending with a tantalizing flick at her nipple. Almost immediately Draco bent his head and with his tongue began to lap up the warm chocolate, paying attention to superbly clean her nipples by alternately liking, sucking and scraping his teeth across the pebbled areolas.
After what seemed like and endless assault on her tender peaks, Draco murmured, “Your turn.”
Weakly Hermione grabbed the dice and half heartedly shook them before releasing them onto the tray. She had to stare at the dice for a moment before the words *back* and *lick* actually penetrated her dazed brain. Looking into Draco’s eyes he silently lay down on his stomach, continuing to watch Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Levering herself up and reaching for the brush, Hermione submerged it in the dish of chocolate. Using bold strokes to draw the character she intended on Draco’s back, she bent to remove the chocolate with her teeth, gently abrading his skin in the process. Considering her clue from earlier, Hermione didn’t just stop at Draco’s back but continued further along his spine and proceeded to decorate the globes of his arse with characters too. Gently licking the bittersweet concoction from the slightly fuzzy skin, Hermione took her time nuzzling Draco’s arsecheeks and inhaling the musky scent that was uniquely Draco.
Panting from the stimulation Hermione provided, Draco whispered, “Minx.” Shaking the dice the smirk on Draco’s face widened when he leaned toward Hermione and breathed “lick and arse.”
Hermione’s breath caught and her heart beat pounded in her ears. Draco could see from the sudden dilation of Hermione’s eyes that the roll of the dice excited her. Firmly but gently Draco rolled Hermione onto her stomach and languidly stirred the chocolate with the brush, coating it heavily. Starting at the base of Hermione’s spine, Draco drew an abstract pattern along one side and then the other. Quickly linking off the candied ink, Draco firmly brushed along the fissure in the middle. Returning to Hermione’s rosebud, Draco took great care to apply a large quantity of chocolate on her puckered hole.
Hermione had never felt anything like it, the slightly scratchy coarseness of the brush mixed with the slide of the melted chocolate circling around and around her arsehole, causing the sphincter muscle to jump and contract in pleasure. Hermione writhed in pleasure. But what came next was even more overwhelming. Draco tongue snaked its way between her cheeks and devoured the chocolate. When the ravenous appendage arrived at Hermione’s hole, Draco mimicked the movement moments earlier of the brush, circling repeatedly Hermione’s rosebud. Hermione could feel the tension building in her body. It was unlike any other she had experienced thus far with Draco. The sinuous massage Draco took care to give to his wife’s arsehole had her moaning into her arm and shaking under his face.
“I want to hear you, love. Your pleasure gives me pleasure,” Draco groaned. Hermione answered by releasing a guttural moan, sounding as if it was ripped for the depths of her soul.
Draco jabbed his dexterous tongue into Hermione’s hole repeatedly, following it with a motion reminiscent of carefully licking an ice cream cone to ensure not a drop spilled. Hermione screamed, her body going rigid and shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Draco continued until Hermione was completely limp, panting in the throes of her post release glow. Gently kissing and nuzzling Hermione’s arsecheeks, Draco rubbed her back as the quivering subsided.
Turning to look at Draco over her shoulder, she could tell that it was with only supreme effort that he was not acting on his arousal. Perspiration dotted his temple and his eyes were so dilated that the grey-blue irises were barely visible. His chest rose with each panting breathe he took.
“That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” Draco stated. “I’d like to try…”
Wordlessly, Hermione rose on to her knees. She could already feel her heart rate increasing and the excitement she felt was making every nerve in her body tingle. Turning to their dresser Hermione said bluntly, “Accio lube.”
Simply turning to give Draco the lubricant, Hermione met his gaze, trying to project her readiness and willingness to try this arousing new position.
“Are you sure darling? This is a different level,” Draco began but was rudely interrupted.
“For the love of Merlin, just *fuck* me,” hissed Hermione while bumping Draco with her hip.
Grabbing Hermione by the shoulders, Draco pulled her in to a rough but passionate kiss. Sucking fiercely on his tongue and knowing that it drove Draco wild; Hermione was not surprised when he grabbed her hair to hold her head still while he deepened the kiss. Taking the bottle from Hermione’s hand, Draco let go of her head and Hermione resumed the kneeling position she had taken previously.
Kneeling behind Hermione, Draco began rubbing his throbbing cock against her bottom while coating his fingers with lube. After gently gliding his fingers along her crack and massaging her hole with his fingers, Draco slowly inserted one finger into her tight opening. Hermione signed at the penetration. The feel of having that orifice filled was completely different from Draco thrusting his cock into her pussy. Electric tingles chased each other up and down Hermione’s spine.
Gently Draco inserted another finger, giving Hermione a chance to become accustomed to the stretch and burn. Draco began to slowly pump the digits in and out of her bum, leisurely scissoring them while he did so. Hermione groaned at the sensation, pushing back against Draco’s hand in the process. Draco added a third finger. Hermione easily found her rhythm and ground back at him as Draco began to more vigorously rub his rock hard cock against the satiny globes of her arse.
“Let me know if I need to stop or anything,” said Draco while moving to kneel directly behind Hermione. He removed his fingers and Hermione moaned. She could hear the squish of Draco covering his dick with lube and the low growling pants he made while doing it. Almost immediately Hermione could feel the head of Draco’s cock gradually pushing against her anus. Remembering even in her arousal to deliberately relax her sphincter, Hermione slowly exhaled as Draco slowly entered her. Because of Draco’s girth the overall tightness and fullness was almost overwhelming to her senses. Hermione felt like flying.
Draco draped himself over Hermione’s back, not moving while allowing her to adjust to this new penetration. While Draco casually massaged her breast, Hermione groaned and rotated her hips to increase the sensations she was feeling. Draco echoed Hermione’s groan and began to slowly pump in and out of her. The glide of Draco’s dick caused the skin of Hermione’s pussy to pull over the head of her clit, pulling a moan from deep within her.
As the pace of their fucking increased Draco had to grab both of Hermione’s hips to steady their motion. Hermione steadied herself on her elbows, laying her head on her folded arms. Her moaning was almost constant now. The slapping of Draco’s balls against her pussy as he fucked her arse was intense. Hermione could tell from the jerking movements Draco’s thrusts had taken on that he was close to climaxing. Loving the feelings being aroused in her but thinking that Draco would probably come first, Hermione was surprised as Draco pulled her up and parallel with his body. Before Hermione could get used to the new sensation caused by this angle of penetration, Draco snaked his hand through the curls and pinched her clit. Hermione screamed as rainbow colors danced in front of her eyes as her entire body became stiff. She felt one final thrust from Draco and he too cried out. Feeling the pulsing jerks of Draco’s climax, Hermione moaned and she felt her whole body relax. If Draco had not been able to lower both of them to the bed Hermione was sure she just would have fallen over like a maiden in a faint.
The movement caused Draco’s spent cock to slip from her body, producing another round of shivers as well as a satisfied sigh. Draco gathered the coverlet for the side of the bed and snuggled both he and Hermione underneath.
“I can’t describe it except to say that it was the best fuck of my life,” murmured Hermione, wiggling closed to Draco.
Draco chuckled while gathering Hermione closer, spooning behind her. “I thought it was rather astonishing also,” he smirked.
“Good, I can’t wait until we do it again. Except let me nap a bit first,” said Hermione sleepily.
“Goodnight my sleepy bride,” whispered Draco.
“Sleep tight,” mumbled Hermione.
With a wave of his hand, Draco darkened the room. With the moonlight pouring in, both slept peacefully and soundly.
~*~ FINIS ~*~
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Day 7
julesndairyland
Hermione busied herself stuffing the stuffing the chicken breasts with cheddar cheese and bacon, stopping occasionally to sip the crisp white wine Draco had poured a short while ago. Draco, claiming to be assisting Hermione with the dinner preparations, seemed to be banging their new pots and pans together indiscriminately. Hermione smothered a grin as Draco muffled a rather harsh expletive after dropping their new 16 quart stockpot on his bare foot.
“We’ll cook better if you don’t kick the pot like a football,” remarked Hermione sardonically.
“Very funny, know-it-all” replied Draco without much heat.
Hermione put the chicken in the ceramic baking dish they had received from her cousin Marie in Sussex and putt it in the oven. Draco was quite competently filling the stockpot with water, adding salt to prevent a boil-over for the angel hair pasta he was preparing.
In celebration of their one week anniversary, Hermione and Draco had picked all their favorite dishes to prepare together; Chicken Cordon Blue a la Hermione, angel hair pasta tossed with garlic butter, asparagus with hollandaise and Challah bread (owled over from Pansy and Harry, who were currently traveling in Israel). Draco had mysteriously stated he had taken care of dessert and that Hermione was not to worry about that part of the meal.
Incredibly, cooking together was one of the things Draco and Hermione enjoyed most. During their celibate courtship, they had needed to devise ways that they could be intimate with each other without sex being involved. One of the myriad of activities they explored was cooking the Muggle way. Making it into a production, cooking fancier foods, having some delicious wine from the famous Malfoy cellars, listening to some of their favorite music and just talking with each other provided them with some of their most enjoyable memories.
Hermione set the table, excited to use the precious hand-blow wine glasses Draco’s best friend, Blaise, had given them. Draco whisked the Hollandaise sauce and expertly summoned the warmed dish to serve the finished condiment. Hermione lit the floating candles with a wave of her hand as Draco brought out the remaining food. Pulling out her chair, Draco seated Hermione and with a flair placed her napkin in her lap.
“You’d make a marvelous maitre’d,” smirked Hermione.
“I’m fabulous at everything I do,” returned Draco with a slight leer.
Picking up her wine Hermione raised her glass in toast, “To us, we’re both brilliant to see past our differences and realize pure bliss staring us in the face.”
Touched by her sincerity, Draco simply lifted his glass and stated, “Je t’adore.”
With a smile lighting her face Hermione murmured, “Je t’aime.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pushing away from the remains of the meal, Draco and Hermione slowly rose from the table. Distractedly waving their hands, Hermione cleared the table while Draco rinsed and stacked the dishes in the dishwasher.
With a moue Hermione pouted, “I thought you had taken care of dessert.”
“Darling, do you really think that I would let you down?” answered Draco. “Go get naked while I ready your dessert.”
Raising an eyebrow Hermione turned to walk down the hallway to the master’s chamber, exaggerating the swing of her hips just to punish Draco for his high-handedness.
Entering their master suite Hermione quickly shed her clothes and lay down on their king-size bed. Attempting to lay seductively across the bed, Hermione felt the rude poke of something under the quilt. Reaching under the mussed coverlet, Hermione found *her* book, the one she had been reading all week. Noticing the ornate metal bookmark she had gifted Draco with on the anniversary of their first date, Hermione gasped at the chapter it was marking. Feeling a tightening low in her belly, Hermione was dismayed to realize her response was equal parts excitement and apprehensiveness.
Before Hermione could ruminate further, Draco entered the suite with a silver serving tray, complete with an ornate domed lid. Stealthily sliding the book under the bed pillows, Hermione turned to face Draco. Not being able to reconcile her sneak peak while being faced with Draco and his secret dessert, Hermione decided to wait and see what developed. Draco for his part gave no indication that his behavior was anything out of the ordinary, carefully setting the dish on the bedside table while he quickly divested himself of his clothing.
With a grand flourish Draco lifted the cover and Hermione could see quite a few interesting objects: a pair of pink dice that appeared to have words on them, a watercolor paintbrush and what appeared to be a dish of liquefied chocolate. Intrigued, Hermione leaned closer to examine the items.
“Now just lay back as it is my turn; don’t worry you will get your chance next,” drawled Draco.
As Hermione laid back she heard the dice strike the tray. Watching Draco’s face, light up she simply raised one eyebrow in question.
“Ah, its kiss breasts first,” replied Draco with an indication that the dice were directing his actions. Gently lifting the paint brush, Draco dipped it into the chocolate and proceeded to paint Hermione breasts in smaller concentric circles, ending with a tantalizing flick at her nipple. Almost immediately Draco bent his head and with his tongue began to lap up the warm chocolate, paying attention to superbly clean her nipples by alternately liking, sucking and scraping his teeth across the pebbled areolas.
After what seemed like and endless assault on her tender peaks, Draco murmured, “Your turn.”
Weakly Hermione grabbed the dice and half heartedly shook them before releasing them onto the tray. She had to stare at the dice for a moment before the words *back* and *lick* actually penetrated her dazed brain. Looking into Draco’s eyes he silently lay down on his stomach, continuing to watch Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Levering herself up and reaching for the brush, Hermione submerged it in the dish of chocolate. Using bold strokes to draw the character she intended on Draco’s back, she bent to remove the chocolate with her teeth, gently abrading his skin in the process. Considering her clue from earlier, Hermione didn’t just stop at Draco’s back but continued further along his spine and proceeded to decorate the globes of his arse with characters too. Gently licking the bittersweet concoction from the slightly fuzzy skin, Hermione took her time nuzzling Draco’s arsecheeks and inhaling the musky scent that was uniquely Draco.
Panting from the stimulation Hermione provided, Draco whispered, “Minx.” Shaking the dice the smirk on Draco’s face widened when he leaned toward Hermione and breathed “lick and arse.”
Hermione’s breath caught and her heart beat pounded in her ears. Draco could see from the sudden dilation of Hermione’s eyes that the roll of the dice excited her. Firmly but gently Draco rolled Hermione onto her stomach and languidly stirred the chocolate with the brush, coating it heavily. Starting at the base of Hermione’s spine, Draco drew an abstract pattern along one side and then the other. Quickly linking off the candied ink, Draco firmly brushed along the fissure in the middle. Returning to Hermione’s rosebud, Draco took great care to apply a large quantity of chocolate on her puckered hole.
Hermione had never felt anything like it, the slightly scratchy coarseness of the brush mixed with the slide of the melted chocolate circling around and around her arsehole, causing the sphincter muscle to jump and contract in pleasure. Hermione writhed in pleasure. But what came next was even more overwhelming. Draco tongue snaked its way between her cheeks and devoured the chocolate. When the ravenous appendage arrived at Hermione’s hole, Draco mimicked the movement moments earlier of the brush, circling repeatedly Hermione’s rosebud. Hermione could feel the tension building in her body. It was unlike any other she had experienced thus far with Draco. The sinuous massage Draco took care to give to his wife’s arsehole had her moaning into her arm and shaking under his face.
“I want to hear you, love. Your pleasure gives me pleasure,” Draco groaned. Hermione answered by releasing a guttural moan, sounding as if it was ripped for the depths of her soul.
Draco jabbed his dexterous tongue into Hermione’s hole repeatedly, following it with a motion reminiscent of carefully licking an ice cream cone to ensure not a drop spilled. Hermione screamed, her body going rigid and shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Draco continued until Hermione was completely limp, panting in the throes of her post release glow. Gently kissing and nuzzling Hermione’s arsecheeks, Draco rubbed her back as the quivering subsided.
Turning to look at Draco over her shoulder, she could tell that it was with only supreme effort that he was not acting on his arousal. Perspiration dotted his temple and his eyes were so dilated that the grey-blue irises were barely visible. His chest rose with each panting breathe he took.
“That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” Draco stated. “I’d like to try…”
Wordlessly, Hermione rose on to her knees. She could already feel her heart rate increasing and the excitement she felt was making every nerve in her body tingle. Turning to their dresser Hermione said bluntly, “Accio lube.”
Simply turning to give Draco the lubricant, Hermione met his gaze, trying to project her readiness and willingness to try this arousing new position.
“Are you sure darling? This is a different level,” Draco began but was rudely interrupted.
“For the love of Merlin, just *fuck* me,” hissed Hermione while bumping Draco with her hip.
Grabbing Hermione by the shoulders, Draco pulled her in to a rough but passionate kiss. Sucking fiercely on his tongue and knowing that it drove Draco wild; Hermione was not surprised when he grabbed her hair to hold her head still while he deepened the kiss. Taking the bottle from Hermione’s hand, Draco let go of her head and Hermione resumed the kneeling position she had taken previously.
Kneeling behind Hermione, Draco began rubbing his throbbing cock against her bottom while coating his fingers with lube. After gently gliding his fingers along her crack and massaging her hole with his fingers, Draco slowly inserted one finger into her tight opening. Hermione signed at the penetration. The feel of having that orifice filled was completely different from Draco thrusting his cock into her pussy. Electric tingles chased each other up and down Hermione’s spine.
Gently Draco inserted another finger, giving Hermione a chance to become accustomed to the stretch and burn. Draco began to slowly pump the digits in and out of her bum, leisurely scissoring them while he did so. Hermione groaned at the sensation, pushing back against Draco’s hand in the process. Draco added a third finger. Hermione easily found her rhythm and ground back at him as Draco began to more vigorously rub his rock hard cock against the satiny globes of her arse.
“Let me know if I need to stop or anything,” said Draco while moving to kneel directly behind Hermione. He removed his fingers and Hermione moaned. She could hear the squish of Draco covering his dick with lube and the low growling pants he made while doing it. Almost immediately Hermione could feel the head of Draco’s cock gradually pushing against her anus. Remembering even in her arousal to deliberately relax her sphincter, Hermione slowly exhaled as Draco slowly entered her. Because of Draco’s girth the overall tightness and fullness was almost overwhelming to her senses. Hermione felt like flying.
Draco draped himself over Hermione’s back, not moving while allowing her to adjust to this new penetration. While Draco casually massaged her breast, Hermione groaned and rotated her hips to increase the sensations she was feeling. Draco echoed Hermione’s groan and began to slowly pump in and out of her. The glide of Draco’s dick caused the skin of Hermione’s pussy to pull over the head of her clit, pulling a moan from deep within her.
As the pace of their fucking increased Draco had to grab both of Hermione’s hips to steady their motion. Hermione steadied herself on her elbows, laying her head on her folded arms. Her moaning was almost constant now. The slapping of Draco’s balls against her pussy as he fucked her arse was intense. Hermione could tell from the jerking movements Draco’s thrusts had taken on that he was close to climaxing. Loving the feelings being aroused in her but thinking that Draco would probably come first, Hermione was surprised as Draco pulled her up and parallel with his body. Before Hermione could get used to the new sensation caused by this angle of penetration, Draco snaked his hand through the curls and pinched her clit. Hermione screamed as rainbow colors danced in front of her eyes as her entire body became stiff. She felt one final thrust from Draco and he too cried out. Feeling the pulsing jerks of Draco’s climax, Hermione moaned and she felt her whole body relax. If Draco had not been able to lower both of them to the bed Hermione was sure she just would have fallen over like a maiden in a faint.
The movement caused Draco’s spent cock to slip from her body, producing another round of shivers as well as a satisfied sigh. Draco gathered the coverlet for the side of the bed and snuggled both he and Hermione underneath.
“I can’t describe it except to say that it was the best fuck of my life,” murmured Hermione, wiggling closed to Draco.
Draco chuckled while gathering Hermione closer, spooning behind her. “I thought it was rather astonishing also,” he smirked.
“Good, I can’t wait until we do it again. Except let me nap a bit first,” said Hermione sleepily.
“Goodnight my sleepy bride,” whispered Draco.
“Sleep tight,” mumbled Hermione.
With a wave of his hand, Draco darkened the room. With the moonlight pouring in, both slept peacefully and soundly.
~*~ FINIS ~*~
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