Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 11: All Tied Up

Two days before the wedding Ginny awoke early, and was unable to go back to sleep. She'd been dreaming about Draco again, and was very, very... uh, frustrated.

She couldn't wait for the wedding to be over with so they could finally be together. When she was a little girl, she had dreamt about how wonderful her wedding would be. From the flowers to the cake, she'd wanted everything to be perfect. Now, she didn't care. She'd get married in blue jeans with a bouquet of weeds for all she cared.

Today would be her last day of relative peace, no pun intended. Her entire family would be coming to Malfoy Manor tonight, where they would stay until the wedding. Unfortunately, her extended family would also be coming. So on top of her parents and brothers, she'd have to deal with two sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Oh, and the best part was that her mother's side of the family and her father's side of the family did not get along. At all.

She slipped out of bed and put on her robe, deciding to have what might be her last quiet cup of coffee for a few days.

Hermione was at the kitchen table sipping her tea, and looking very green.

Since the incident at the hospital, she was trying her hardest to eat and drink as much as she could. And the potion, when she could get Snape to make it for her, really did help. She attempted to make it herself several times, but just couldn't seem to get it right. This had been greatly upsetting, as Hermione had never before found a potion that she wasn't capable of making.

"Hermione you look sick. Are you taking your potion?" Ginny asked, grinding some coffee beans.

Hermione gave a very heavy sigh.

"No. I can't seem to get it right. And I don't want to talk to Snape anymore than I have to."

"Is he still angry?"

"No, he's moved on to bargaining. I asked him last night to make another batch of the potion, and he said he'd do it if I promised not to be pregnant anymore. You know, I used to think he was intelligent."

Ginny giggled.

"He'll come around. Are you still going to tell Ron and Harry tonight?"

Hermione actually seemed to perk up at that.

"Yes. And I'll be telling Fred and George and the rest of your brothers. I hope they make Snape miserable," Hermione said, smiling as she remembered the shampoo bottle.

They remained silent as Ginny finished making her coffee. By the time she sat down at the table to drink it, Hermione had fallen asleep.

A few minutes later, Professor Snape strode into the kitchen. He nodded at Ginny, but halted as his gaze fell on the sleeping Hermione.

Ginny decided it was time for him to move on down the list.

"Look at her, Professor. She's exhausted, nauseous, and scared. Not to mention alone. I'm not saying that you're to blame, but do you have to make things harder for her?" she asked, trying not smile as his face took on a guilty expression.

"What should I do?"

Ginny felt her stomach knot at the despair in his voice. This was a man who was all too familiar with guilt, and she was suddenly sorry that she'd said anything.

"Well, you could make that potion for her. She says it helps, but she's having trouble making it herself..."

"She didn't tell me that!" he glared at her.

Ginny finished off the last of her coffee.

"I think it's only fair to warn you that she plans on sharing her news with everyone tonight."

Snape paled.

"You'd better have a talk with her today about what you want to do, otherwise, she'll be relying on the advice of my Mum and brothers. And I doubt you want that."

Ginny smirked at him and left the kitchen. She saw him looking at Hermione uncertainly as she left.

Hopefully he'd come to his senses. He and Hermione needed to be together on the baby thing, or they'd be pulled apart by her well-meaning family.

Ginny soon found herself at Draco's door without realizing she'd been heading for it.

She quietly went in the room, and sat in the chair by his bed to watch him sleep.

It was barely 6am. He'd be angry if she woke him up this early, but she was feeling lonely. Besides, she needed to talk to him about a few things before her relatives arrived.

But how to wake him up? She gave a wicked grin as a sinful idea occurred to her.

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The first thing Draco realized upon awaking was that he couldn't move his arms. The second was that someone was trying to slip off his satin pajama bottoms.

"Huh?" he asked, blinking his eyes open.

A red-haired vixen stared down at him, licking her full lips.

On more tug, and he was completely naked.

"Gin, what...OH!"

Ginny had leaned down and taken him into her warm, wet mouth.

Her silky auburn hair caressed his bare thighs as her head moved up and down on him.

He wanted to reached down and run his fingers through that hair, but he suddenly realized that she had tied his wrists to the bedposts. He couldn't break free.

Ginny chuckled at the look on his face, sending him into to spasms as the sound vibrated through him.

After weeks of waiting, it didn't take long before he was yelling her name and spilling himself down her throat.

He was spent, and lay gasping as she trailed kisses up his body.

"Good morning," she said, and then kissed his mouth.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he did not look happy.

"Untie me," he commanded, glaring at her.

Ginny suddenly felt very nervous. Had she done something wrong?

She quickly moved to obey.

As soon as he was free, he flipped her over and had her tied to the bed before she could blink.

His gaze softened when he saw the fear in her eyes.

"I don't like to be tied up."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." she trailed off as he kissed her.

His hand moved to the belt of her bathrobe.

"Turn about is fair play," he whispered, and kissed her again.

He sat back to look at her once he had the robe open. A blush spread all over her as he ran his eyes over her bared body.

He smirked at her before leaning down to trail kisses across her abdomen.

Ginny moaned and tugged at the bindings.

He pushed her knees up, but she kept them tightly clenched together.

His gaze met hers.

"Open for me."

It was a command, not a request, and Ginny shuddered in pleasure.

Tentatively she allowed her legs to fall upon, and stared up at him shyly from beneath her lashes.

She knew it was coming, but was still unprepared for the feel of his mouth on her. His hands tightened their hold her legs to keep her from bucking him off.

He brought her twice, refusing to quit no matter how much she begged.

A while later they lay in each other's arms feeling like they'd run a marathon.

When Ginny was finally able to catch her breath she said, "I promise never to tie you up again, as long as you tie me up as much as possible."

He laughed and gave her the biggest smile she'd ever seen him give.

Her heart melted and she was suddenly struck by a startling revelation.

She had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.

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When Hermione awoke, Professor Snape was carrying her to her bedroom.

She stiffened and he nearly dropped her.

"Hold still," he commanded.

She forced herself to relax, and prayed that he wouldn't drop her. Her stomach dipped. She also hoped that she wouldn't throw up on him, and tightly shut her eyes.

He sat her down on the bed very gently.

Slowly she opened her eyes, taking careful steady breaths. He was watching her with obvious concern.

Snape pulled a bottle out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"You should have told me you were having trouble making it."

She quickly downed the potion, and then turned to glare at him.

"Like you've been so easy to talk to lately," she huffed.

He gave her a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry. This has all been quite a shock to me..."

"You? What about me?" she demanded.

Hermione lifted up her shirt and gestured at the definite bulge in her abdomen.

"I can't ignore this, why should you be able to?"

He just stared at it, speechless for a moment, before tentatively reaching out a hand.

He raised his eyebrow in question at her, and she nodded looking away.

His hand was warm on her stomach, and it brought back memories of the one night they'd had together.

He sat down beside her on the bed, and added his other hand. He spent several minutes gently pushing, and rubbing her stomach. Hermione could feel herself blushing, and was still refusing to look at him. Damn hormones.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked, softly.

"I don't know. I'll find out in a few weeks."

He tilted her chin toward him with one hand, and left the other on her stomach.

"And, you'll tell me, when you do?" he asked, afraid she'd say no.

It felt very intimate to her for him to be touching her bare stomach while looking into her eyes.

"If that's what you want."

He removed his hand and stood up.

"What I want?"

"Yes, you need to decide what you want to do about this so I know where I stand. I won't wait much longer, Severus."

She put her own hands where his were a moment ago.

"And the baby won't wait either."

End Chapter 11