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“You’ll behave for me, won’t you baby?” Draco played with her curls, before roughly grabbing her neck and forcing her attention on him. He stared at her, his eyes darkening in mere seconds as he waited for an answer from his little girl. “Answer me.”
“I’ll behave.” Hermione whimpered.
“Do you promise me?” He commanded, his grip on her curls tightening.
“I promise!” She exclaimed, her breathing gradually increasing in heaviness as her eyelids fluttered.
“That’s what I like to hear, my good girl.” Draco leaned forward, kissing Hermione’s forehead lightly before allowing her to finish her makeup.
She watched in the mirror as Draco retreated out of their bedroom, his dragon hide shoes tapping down the hallway before she turned back to complete her makeup. Hermione needed everything to go perfectly tonight — it was Draco’s friends' holiday celebration and this was her introduction to them as his girlfriend.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about meeting his group of friends.
He’d met her group of friends — mainly the younger members of the Weasley clan that she had gone to Hogwarts with — and she had been so anxious that the only way he could soothe her down was to have her warm his cock before they had to leave. It surprisingly helped.
Though, unfortunately, there wasn’t time for that now.
She grumbled as she finished up her makeup, blinking slowly as she centred herself back into the room. While she could have completed her look with magic, she chose to rely on her Muggle skills to help calm her.
“Baby girl, are you ready yet?” Draco questioned, his voice shouting and echoing through the Manor walls as she stared at her reflection.
She assessed her look in the vanity mirror before standing and assessing the whole ensemble look Hermione had put together — with the help of Ginny and Luna, of course.
She was wearing a short deep red velvet dress that sparkled every time it hit the lights with buttons that moved down her chest until stopping at her waist. Hermione paired the dress with her highest jet-black heels, she enjoyed how it made her legs look and knew that Draco enjoyed the way the heels made her legs look but in a different kind of way.
Hermione wouldn’t divulge that sort of information to anyone.
And for Hermione’s accessories, she wore all the jewellery that Draco had gifted her from the extensive Malfoy family vault. All silver. All possessive ringing off the jewellery that he had given her.
“I believe so,” Hermione answered, brushing her hands down her body as she twirled the dress skirt and finally felt as gorgeous as Draco enjoyed reminding her that she was.
He entered the room and she could watch the smirk appear on his face as Hermione watched his movements in the mirror.
“Beautiful.” Draco kissed her exposed neck, smirking as she whimpered at the contact. He gripped her hand, tightening his hold on her as they moved towards the Floo.
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“Draco.” Pansy welcomed the pair into her house, her arms wrapping tightly around the blond as she squeezed him close to her chest.
Jealousy sprung deep in Hermione’s chest, she knew the history between these two people. She knew that nothing had ever gone any further between Draco and Pansy but she was struggling to breathe just watching the two of them hugging each other.
“He’s yours,” Pansy reassured her, moving away from the blond and wrapping her arms around Hermione in an introduction. “We had all of our fun back at school which was years ago, Hermione, so you have nothing to worry about. And anyway, I have moved on from him. I’ve got bigger things warming my bed now.” Pansy smirked, pulling away from the hug while still holding Hermione’s hands and assessing her outfit — her eyes moving up and down Hermione’s body.
“Stand down Pans,” Neville stepped out of the shadows, his hand falling instantly on her arse as he kissed her cheek with a cheeky smirk stretched across his lips. “I’m Neville, Pansy’s adoring husband, and it’s so nice to meet you finally.” He smiled at Hermione, his smile warming and welcoming — calming Hermione’s anxiety immediately.
“We’ve wondered for a while who has managed to make Drake so pussy whipped.” Theodore appears out of nowhere, slapping Draco’s shoulder which let out a loud resounding slap. He smirked as he grabbed Hermione’s hand and kissed her knuckles, staring at her as he did so.
“Stand down Theo.” Pansy scolded, grabbing the back of Theo’s head and pulling him away from Hermione by the locks of his hair.
“Fine.” He grumbled as all of Draco’s friends followed behind Pansy and the brunette, allowing Hermione and Draco a moment to themselves.
She let out a massive breath, laying her head against Draco’s chest as she sighed.
“That went well.” Draco chuckled, the rumbling noise moved against her face as he held her closer, rubbing soothing circles on her back. The coldness of the metal of his Malfoy family signet ring shot through her as she held back tears.
“It could have gone better.”
“Shush baby, it will be fine once we all have a few drinks.” Draco kissed her head, soothing her before they slowly followed and moved through into the large living room which was decorated to the max with Christmas decorations. “Pans, this looks incredible. You have absolutely outdone yourself.” He stares at the white and gold Christmas decorations as he slowly makes his way away from Hermione, allowing her to explore the room on her own.
Hermione tried inching forward but her feet were planted stuck on the carpeted flooring in the door frame. Her eyes shot straight towards Draco.
However, everyone else was staring bullets at Theo who was creeping up behind her.
“Oh shit,” Neville mumbled, rubbing his hands against his face.
Beside him, his wife was looking all too excitedly at Draco and the possessiveness that was rolling off of him.
“Theo.” The blond warned but it was no use. He knew that it was enchanted mistletoe and Hermione had no way out until she kissed Draco’s best friend. Draco’s eyes were hooded, staring at his friend and his girlfriend awkwardly interacting while she thought of all the ways they could magic their way out of this situation but Theo and Draco and everyone else knew that it was no use.
They had to kiss.
Hermione glanced towards Draco, her lip sandwiched between her teeth.
He nodded at her, urging her to get it over with quickly.
“Come on, kitten.” He whispered, leaning in and grabbing Hermione by the waist as he pulled her into him. “Let’s give them all a show that will have them pocketing it away magically into their wank banks.”
Hermione winced at how vulgar he was.
But, she supposed that they better get this over with. She could feel the heat of Draco’s stare on her back and could feel the rumblings of how possessive he was growing as each second passed by.
“Let’s give your Daddy something memorable before he takes you away from me.” Theo’s voice grumbled through her as she gripped at the locks of his hair as he dove in.
His hand tightened around her waist, his right hand getting dangerously too close to her arse as his lips met hers in a rough and passionate kiss. She couldn’t help it when a moan slipped through, allowing him the moment to slip his tongue into her mouth to explore her further. He made his plea for dominance and she allowed it instantly as his hands squeezed her closer, the kiss going deeper and harder than was actually necessary but Hermione wasn’t in the position currently to complain.
Draco, however, did have something to say about it.
His hands were now gripping her waist, pulling her backwards and lifting her up like she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder with a solid and telling slap on her arse informing her of how the rest of her evening would be going.
Theo just stood back, watching and smirking, as his job had worked. He had teased Draco too much and the possessiveness leapt out of him and Theo loved watching it happen. His arms were crossed across his chest as he leaned back against the door frame.
“Good luck.” He jeered after her.
“Sorry for cutting the evening short,” Draco shouted backwards towards Pansy and Neville, the host of tonight’s event. “But, I need to go home and deal with my brat.” He smirked, hitting Hermione’s arse again as jeers and whistles followed them through the Floo.
She gasped as her back hit the softness of their mattress, her small body completely pliable for his use.
Hermione had left this room earlier that afternoon full of anxiety and now she returned ready to be full of something else.
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