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It had been an overwhelmingly hot June, beating all previous records in the Wiltshire area. And Hermione was suffering, unbelievably so. The muggy humidity was awful, especially for her curly hair, and she just found that she couldn’t cool herself down, no matter how many different things she tried.
She had tried cold water-soaked flannels on her back and chest, even placing cold towels in the fridge to sleep with at night. Even went as far as putting the cover of her duvet in the fridge so it would be cold for night time, but even that wasn’t cooling her completely.
Hermione had tried sleeping downstairs because the heat travelled upwards, but that wasn’t helping her case.
She had even tried sleeping naked, but Hermione felt extremely uncomfortable doing so because of her stepfather. He was always up before anyone in the Manor, and he was always milling about downstairs, which meant that she would be caught fairly easily if she did ever try to sleep naked.
She didn’t want or need that creepiness.
So she was suffering, and it only seemed to get worse because of her stepfather.
Hemione had decided to lap up the sunshine; she had nothing better to do, especially with the next couple of weeks being her only holiday from work.
She had laid out several of her largest towels in the garden and planned to spend the majority of the day lying out in the sun with her books. She’d probably be able to finish a good few books before her mother got home.
God knows where her stepfather was, although he was always coming and going.
But she was just so ready to forget about him and relax for the whole day.
Waste a whole day away.
A few hours had passed, and Hermione must have dozed off to sleep because a large shadow was now obstructing the sun. She blinked away, covering her face as she found that she was now staring upwards at her stepfather.
Oh fuck.
He was dressed head to toe in a full jet black, tailored suit, which was perfectly fitted to his body, and she was almost naked. Hermione was in the skimpiest emerald green bikini that she could find in the back of her wardrobe — something that her best friend, Pansy Parkinson, had gifted her. She had never had the chance to wear it before, so it was perfect.
Hermione was about to be in so much trouble — she could practically taste it dangling on the tip of her tongue.
Her stepfather, Draco Malfoy, had a real thing about girls covering up their bodies — even though Hermione was twenty-one years old and was a full-grown adult woman. She only lived in the Manor with her mother and him because he had offered her the room — free of charge, allowing her to save up for a proper place in London.
Those had literally been the words that spilt from his mouth. He was such a fucking hypocrite; she hated him so much.
She quickly scurried to find something, anything, to cover herself up because she didn’t want to face his comments right now. But Draco’s hand reached out and wrapped tightly around her wrist, pausing all of her movements.
Hermione gasped loudly at the sudden, blinding burst of pain that rippled through her.
“Get your hands fucking off me!” She screeched, trying her hardest to pull her arm away and out of his hold, but it was pointless. He was far too strong, especially in comparison to Hermione.
“Is this how you think is acceptable to behave in my house? I let you live here for free, and this is how you repay me?” Draco scolded, staring up and down her body as his eyes assessed her. “Acting like a little slut? You have probably been walking around the place today, acting as if you own the place, dressed in the tiniest piece of material. What would your mother say if she saw you like this?”
“She would probably say that because it's a hot day and I am only relaxing in the Manor gardens, not like anyone is going to spot me. There are no houses for miles around us. The only creep here is you, currently.” Hermione was breathing heavily now, staring at him as she still tried to shuffle her wrist out of his grip, but that only caused him to tighten his hold on her.
“Your mother would approve of you acting like a brat towards your stepfather?” He tutted, finally letting go of her wrist and shaking his head at her.
“You came out here. I wasn’t bothering anyone.” Hermione rolls her eyes, settling back down on the towels. She lies on her stomach, grabs her book and tries to get back into it, but she struggles to concentrate.
Her stepfather was still looming over her, staring at her naked back. His heated gaze felt like it was on her arse, the thong bikini bottoms hardly covered her up, and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Maybe wearing this bikini was a mistake after all.
“Fuck.” Draco groaned, breathing heavily as he readjusted his bulge in his tight trousers. And Hermione caught the last second of the movement, and she couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing.
“Umm…” Hermione panted, blinking heavily before trying to turn back down to her book. “Please, just go away.” She mutters, hoping that he will listen. She knew something was going to go wrong because the heat was unbelievably uncomfortable for everyone.
He didn’t move. His eyes were still evidently glued to his stepdaughter’s body, and he was growing and growing harder.
He was going to be in so much trouble. He was already feeling like he was dealing with trouble.
Draco shucked off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt, and he did that action slowly. It was painfully slow because he now had Hermione’s full attention. Her book was now completely forgotten about.
He was topless, and Hermione couldn’t help but stare at the pale, chiselled skin. Her mouth watered at the sight.
Holy fuck, she was actually done for.
She was sweating now, and it wasn’t the sun causing that sweat to pebble across her skin. She sighed, leaning her head down on her arms as Hermione felt his presence move around her. Draco was now lying down beside her, and he was being very distracting.
“Stop staring,” Draco smirked, scolding her as he stretched out his long, large legs. His thick thighs slightly touched her legs, and she gasped at the sensation of goosebumps that followed his touch.
“Then stop staring at me.” She spat back at him as quickly as she could. “I was here first, so just either be quiet or kindly leave me alone.” Hermione sighed heavily. The heat was causing a mixture of heightened emotions, and she couldn’t handle it all right now.
Hermione tried to ignore him, deciding to turn over and allow herself to soak up the sun on her face, tummy, breasts, and legs. She readjusted her bikini top, her breasts jiggling as she did so. She felt his eyes on her once again, and she knew that there was no escaping this.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Hermione’s mother had been away for several international dentistry conventions, and it seemed that Draco was becoming relentless without her here to be a buffer between the stepfather and stepdaughter.
And she unfortunately knew that their sex life hadn’t been fulfilling in recent times, because Hermione had annoyingly overheard her mother’s phone call with her relationship therapist, where they discussed the lack of sex between Hermione’s mother and Draco Malfoy.
“I can feel you staring again.” Hermione coughed, clearing her throat and hoping that would draw the lingering eyes away from her body.
It didn’t.
“This is my garden, I can stare at whoever I want.” Draco was acting like a pathetic, bratty teenager, but he didn’t care. It was too hot to think about how his actions right now would possibly come back and bite him in the arse.
“Fucking prick,” Hermione muttered, covering her face with her hands as if that would get rid of his presence.
Of course, it didn’t get rid of him.
“You need a lesson in what kind of words come out of that mouth of yours,” Draco muttered, already getting up from his lying position and grabbing her. “You were never disciplined as a child, and it fucking shows with the way you run that bratty mouth of yours.” He was pulling her up from the towel and towards the small and covered seating area that was close to the Manor.
Draco unbuttoned and then started shuffling out of his trousers before plonking himself, heavily, down onto the large bench. He took up the majority of the space and was then forcing her to kneel in between his large thighs.
“You are going to learn how to use your mouth in a better way,” Draco smirked, wriggling until his trousers were spooled by his feet and his boxers were also now being removed from his body. “You dress like a slut, so show me how you act like one.” He stared into her eyes as he reached around and grabbed her hair until it formed a ponytail in his grip.
“Fuck you.” Hermione spat at him, keeping her eyes on his and not allowing them to drift downwards.
“Behave like a good girl for me now, and maybe you’ll get that later.” Draco’s eyes were alight with a fiery passion that she had never seen before. “Now, show me that you can be a good girl for me and suck my cock.” He licked his lips, keeping a firm grip on her hair as he slowly guides her mouth towards his hard, thick dick.
As soon as her lips met his cock it was like a completely different version of Hermione came forward. She no longer needed his hand to guide her movements, she knew how to learn on the spot about what the person above craved.
Hermione licked the thick vein on the underside of his large, thick cock and the shuddering groan his body let out told her everything she needed to know about how her stepfather enjoyed his blowjobs.
He removed his hand from her head, stretching out and relaxing into the bench as he watched her with hazy eyes. He had never experienced such a talented blowjob before and he still couldn’t believe that this was happening.
“Fuck.” Draco groaned, his fists clenching by his thighs.
His balls were already twitching. He was like a teenager all over again and wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Fuck.
This was about to be very embarrassing.
Hermione sunk down further, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat as she gags on his thickening cock. She could sense that he was losing control of himself and she was prepared for the seed to paint her insides. Hermione’s hand wrapped around his balls and fondled them in a timely rhythm with her sucking movements.
“Fuck, Hermione, fuck.” Draco moaned, head flying back as his eyelids fluttered closed.
“Mmmm!” She moaned around his length and swallowed around him as he allowed himself to release everything. Hermione took everything and swallowed it down, slowly coming up to breathe as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Fuck.” Draco panted, staring at her with glazed over eyes.
Draco couldn’t believe what he had just done but he was unfortunately sensing an addiction to this.