A/N: Hello everyone, and welcome to Treacherous Affairs Part Two! The story resumes from where it was left in Treacherous Affair's epilogue – Draco and Hermione were going on holiday for two weeks at Malfoy Manor.

Hermione tugged on Draco's hand. 'What's the hurry?' she said, smiling coquettishly.

Surprised, Draco stopped walking. He didn't think they were hurrying at all. He turned around and looked at her.

Standing in the shade of the ancient elms that lined the entrance to Malfoy Manor, his girlfriend looked coy. 'I want to kiss you again,' she whispered. 'It's been so long…'

Draco's eyebrow and another part of his anatomy rose. Smirking, he swaggered back to her. 'Can't keep your hands off me, eh?' he asked, noting that the trees conveniently shielded them from possible curious eyes in the Manor.

'Something like that,' she said, and to Draco's great surprise, she jumped him, wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard.

'Mmph!' Draco staggered backwards and landed, in a collection of arms and legs, on the grass. When they eventually broke the kiss to breathe, he asked 'What's gotten into you? Not that I'm complaining.'

She stared at him. 'Nothing's 'gotten into me.' That's the point.' Then she ground her core against his burgeoning erection.

Gods, he thought, that felt so good. And also - so wrong. 'Love, we're in the Manor's entranceway. While I'm normally more than happy to engage in sex al fresco, now's just not the right time.'

Hermione sighed and hopped off him, looping her arms around her bent knees.

Draco may have been away from Hermione for a few months, but he still knew her every mood. 'What's worrying you?' he asked gently.

She cast an anguished glance at him. 'Your parents.'

He wrapped his arms around her. 'It'll be okay,' he soothed. 'Mother will love you.'

She swallowed. 'What about your father?'

'I won't let anything happen to you.' This promise was the best he could do.

She sighed again.

Draco tilted her chin up with his finger. 'Come on, show me some of that Gryffindor courage.'

She poked her tongue out at him.

He laughed. 'That's better.' Releasing her, he held out his hand.

She took it, they stood up and wandered up to the main doors, hand in hand.

Lucius grunted. 'What do you think they're doing behind those trees?'

Narcissa sighed. 'Maybe he's giving her a lecture on the flora and fauna of the estate.'

He hacked out a laugh. 'That'll be the day.'

Narcissa took him by the earlobe and dragged him away from the window overlooking the entrance. 'Look. They're both of age, and they haven't seen each other in three months. They could be shagging each other up against a tree for all I care, and do you know why?'

Lucius, wincing from the pressure Narcissa expended on his poor, tender lobe, ventured 'No, dear.'

'Because Draco's alive. That's why.'

Lucius recalled the circumstances that almost led to his son's death with a shiver. While he was still royally pissed off that Draco wouldn't be following in his footsteps by joining Malfoy Enterprises, he was immensely grateful that his only son was still alive for him to be pissed off at.

And he had to admit he thoroughly enjoyed his hour-long rant at both Dumbledore and Snape regarding their failure to keep his son safe while he was in their care.

'Here they come!' Narcissa let go of his ear and checked her already perfect reflection in the hall mirror. 'I want you on your best behaviour, Lucius. I mean it.'

'Yes, dear,' he drawled, rolling his eyes (when her back was safely turned).

As Draco and Hermione approached, the cavernous front doors swung open. Maple the house-elf again clung to one of the door handles, her eyes out on stalks, desperate to ogle the young lady who turned Master Draco from an arrogant, rude, selfish little b- (cough), into a less arrogant, less rude and less selfish little – oh, never mind, here they are!

Maple was nearly overcome with emotion when Master Draco held Miss Hermione's hand to escort her up the front stairs. The poor miss was obviously nervous, biting her lip as she slowly ascended. And Master Draco's face when he looked at her was – was –

'Hi Maple!' Draco called. 'Miss Hermione's here, come and meet her!'

Maple burst into loud and watery sobs and fled into the Manor's vestibule.

'What did I do?' asked Hermione, horrified.

'Um…' Draco scratched his head. 'Never mind. Mother and Father won't be too far away.'

Sure enough, as Draco and Hermione entered the Manor's light, airy and massive marble vestibule, Hermione was immediately accosted by a beautiful blonde woman who enveloped her in a gloriously perfumed hug – and burst into tears.

Hermione, patting the woman awkwardly on the back, signalled a nonplussed Draco desperately with her eyes.

'Mother, please let Hermione breathe. What's wrong?'

Narcissa stepped back, dabbing at her tears with a lawn handkerchief. 'Oh, darling, I'm just so happy to meet Hermione!' She smiled bravely at Draco, then turned back to Hermione. 'I'm just so happy to meet you!' she said, before her bottom lip wobbled and she enveloped Hermione in a bone-crushing hug again.

'Lovely to meet you too, Mrs Malfoy!' Hermione wheezed. As far as greetings went, it was odd but certainly positive. Now all that was left was to meet –

'Lucius!' Narcissa's surprised voice broke through her thoughts. 'You changed into your robes?'

'Quite,' drawled a posh, bored voice.

Narcissa stepped away, and Hermione saw the head of the Malfoy family, standing in the vestibule in the inkiest, blackest robes you ever saw. His long, silver-blond hair rippled over his shoulders, his nose was parked up in the air, and even his snake-tipped cane looked like it was far too good for the likes of her.

'Miss Granger,' Lucius said coldly, 'welcome to Malfoy Manor.'

Hermione tried not to shiver. But she couldn't bring herself to raise a hand for him to look pointedly at; then ignore. 'Thank you, Mr Malfoy,' she said, with nary a wobble to her voice. 'I am grateful for your generosity in letting me stay here.'

She grimaced inside. What was she, a Gryffindor or a mouse? But - Lord, he's imposing. Even at Draco's worst – or was that best? - he couldn't hold a candle to Mr Malfoy's ice-cold demeanour.

Narcissa pouted. He looked so sexy in black dress pants, tailored business shirt and with his hair tied back. Which, funnily enough, was exactly what he was wearing not five minutes ago.

'Draco, why don't you show Hermione to your room, and she can freshen up? We'll have lunch on the patio in half an hour's time.' Narcissa beamed at Hermione. 'I can't wait to hear all about you!'

Hermione smiled. At least Mrs Malfoy was human. 'Thanks, Mrs Malfoy.'

Lucius looked down his nose at her, as still as stone.

Draco eyeballed his father, but to no avail. He shook his head. 'This way, madam,' he said to Hermione, holding out a hand. She smiled and took it.

Narcissa followed the pair up the stairs with stars in her eyes. 'Don't they look lovely together?' she sighed happily.

Lucius snorted, a rather ungentlemanly behaviour for him. He pricked up his ears. Any second now…

'FATHER! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE?'

He smirked, which he hastily changed to a raised, elegant eyebrow when Narcissa turned on him.

Lucius folded his arms. 'Not under my roof.'

Draco grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled hard in vexation. 'We're both adults, for Circe's sake,' he ground out. 'Are you trying to tell me you and Mother didn't' –

'Draco, that will do,' Narcissa interrupted calmly. Then she gave Lucius the Malfoy Look (perfected upon marrying into the family). 'Lucius. Take down the wards preventing Hermione from going in to Draco's bedroom. I want grandchildren.'

Hermione, cheeks already pink from the fuss, blushed beet red. Draco became alarmed. 'Hang on a minute' –

'Children will be procreated when there is a ring on the mother's and father's finger!' thundered Lucius.

Oddly, Draco found himself agreeing with the disagreeable miseryguts.

'Miss Granger will be permitted to enter Draco's bedroom when she bears that ring. And not a second before.'

'Is that all?' Draco was relieved. 'Mother, can I look through the Malfoy jewels?'

Narcissa's face lit up.

'Wait!'

All heads turned at the thin, reedy voice.

Hermione, looking faint, nonetheless said 'Draco, I don't want you to propose to me just to get around your father. He's the head of the house, and while we may not like his rules, he's entitled to set them. It will just be for a couple of weeks.' Her eyes silently pleaded with him.

Draco, and to a lesser degree Narcissa, glared lasers at the smug head of the household.

'Fine,' replied Draco evenly. 'I'll show you to a guest bedroom.'

Lucius happily watched Draco escort Hermione down the hallway, not looking at his wife, who was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor, her arms crossed.

At least someone in this household respects my position, he thought.

Two weeks passed by in a lovely idyll, thanks mostly to Lucius spending long hours at Malfoy Enterprises. Narcissa, starved of female company all these years, was delighted to have the closest thing to a daughter she was going to get, and wasted no time in showing Hermione all the secrets of the Manor, the intricacies of the extensive gardens, and, most importantly – shopping until Hermione dropped. When it came to parting with eye-wateringly-large amounts of Galleons, Narcissa was made of very stern stuff. She even began to teach Hermione the basics of the Malfoy Look. One can never start too early.

Unfortunately, and as guilty as Hermione felt about accepting Narcissa's generosity, she couldn't model any of the beautiful items of clothing and underclothing for Draco, since he couldn't get into her bedroom, either. And she didn't see the appeal in prancing past her open doorway in her unmentionables when anyone (i.e. Lucius) could wander past, much to Draco's disappointment.

Draco being Draco, he wasn't prepared to sacrifice two weeks of his life to abstinence if he could help it. To his mind, there was only one thing for it – sex al fresco. There was no way the old buzzard could have charmed the entire Manor grounds to prevent them from shagging. He hoped.

And he was right, Lucius couldn't have. But that didn't mean he didn't have a plan B. He wouldn't be a Malfoy without a plan B, let's face it.

One morning, hand in hand, Draco and Hermione wandered through the vast ornamental maze that led from the terrace. Awed, Hermione spent most of her time looking up at the tall, imposing and manicured shrubs while Draco turned this way and that. It was some time before she realised that Draco had stopped walking.

She looked around. 'Is this the centre of the maze?'

'No, that can be seen from the house. This alcove is one of the very few blind spots of the maze.' He led her to an aged marble bench, languishing in a shaded corner. He sat down, and pulled Hermione on top of his lap.

She looked at the bench. 'I take it one of your ancestors had the same idea?'

He grinned. 'Must have had a similar father to mine.'

She smiled, and brushed his jaw with her fingers. 'I love you.'

Draco's eyes darkened and he pulled her in. 'I love' – but his lips got the better of him, and they met hers with passion.

Their first, full, private kiss in months, not having to worry about who was gawking at them. It was like striking a match. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just raw, hard desire. Lips, tongues and even teeth clashed and collided in an effort to get as close to the other as possible. Draco pulled the buttons of Hermione's dress open and nearly cried when he finally got to see – and touch – the breasts that had been haunting every dream he'd had since he left Hogwarts. He remembered the throaty moan she made when he cupped them and brushed his nipples with her thumbs. Feverishly, he reached inside the back of her dress and unclipped the bra. 'Oh, gods,' he groaned when he felt her bare flesh.

Hermione, meanwhile, was making inroads into Draco's clothing. Not wanting to leave Draco's mouth for a second, she felt for his belt and quickly undid it. The buttons and zip of his jeans made way for her hand, searching for, and ah! – wrapping around his steel-hard erection.

Draco's eyes rolled in the back of his head. 'Love, I don't think I'm going to last very long,' he muttered against her mouth.

Hermione responded by hooking her panties and pushing them aside with her finger. 'Touch me,' she whispered.

He slid two fingers between her legs and closed his eyes in bliss when he encountered her slick wetness. He brought them to the entrance of her pussy, and on her nod, he sheathed them inside her. Hermione threw her head back and ground down hard on his fingers, gripping his cock harder in her hand.

'If you touch my clit, I'll come,' she whispered. 'I want you so badly.'

He could never deny her anything.

With his thumb, he rubbed her pulsing clit in circles. And she was right. He hadn't completed more than four circles around her button when her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and she came, shuddering and crying out his name.

Gods, he loved watching her come. He loved making her come.

She kissed him hard. 'Inside me. Now,' she panted.

Yes, ma'am. He gripped his cock, and she raised herself up on her knees. He angled his erection to her luscious pussy and…

…was interrupted by the sound of a nearby house-elf bursting into tears and disapparating.

Draco and Hermione stared at each other in horror.

'Spies?' Draco yelled angrily. 'You're having us followed by fucking house elves to make sure we don't have sex?'

'Language, Draco,' Lucius said mildly. Sitting in his study, he poured a dram of Laphroaig for himself, and after a hesitation, one for his son. Which he could drink after he stopped pacing around the room and flinging his arms in the air.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Draco roared. A cock-blocked Malfoy is a dangerous thing. 'I brought girls home and fucked them before I met Hermione, you know damn well I did. Why are you being such a prude all of a sudden?'

Lucius yawned and examined his fingernails.

Draco slowed to a stop, turned around and stared at Lucius. 'This is to get back at me for not going into Malfoy Enterprises, isn't it?'

Lucius smirked. 'So trying when one can't have what one wants, isn't it?'

Draco boggled. 'Father, this isn't school. Even I would never stoop as low as this, and that's saying something.'

Actually, he would have, before he fell in love with Hermione.

'I daresay I'll get over it eventually. But not in the remaining time you have here with Miss Granger. Delectable creature that she is.'

Draco's eyes narrowed. 'Don't you even dare. You have no right to perv at the woman I love.'

Lucius smirked. 'You think you know about love.'

Draco sighed. 'Salazar's tits, Father. Try walking a mile in someone else's shoes besides your own, for a change.'

Lucius's eyes also narrowed, mimicking Draco's.

Draco stomped up to Lucius's desk, behind which he was presiding, and leaned over. 'I'm a chip off the old block, Father. Consider what lengths you would go to in order to best your father if he did this to you.'

With that, he snatched the remaining Laphroaig, downed the contents in one (to Lucius's horror) and banged the empty glass on the desk. 'Thanks,' he said, before storming out of the office.

Lucius looked at the empty glass in thoughtful contemplation. Draco was so much nicer when he was a baby and house-elves fed, changed and played with him.

Hermione wasn't sure she liked the set of Draco's jaw as they headed to the lake's boathouse. But she clutched her towel and hurried after him.

Maple followed at a discreet distance, scuffing her large feet. She didn't want to spy on Master Draco and Miss Hermione. She certainly didn't want to interrupt them when they were making babies, which is what Master Lucius instructed her to do. That time in the maze, they looked so romantic together, so passionate that, overcome, she burst into tears instead of hexing Master Draco's wee-willy to go all floppy. In hindsight, it was probably just as well. Master Draco may have mellowed out, but she couldn't see him accepting her stammered explanation and apology with a lot of patience or grace.

But it looks like Master Draco may have come up with a viable plan. They were heading to the boathouse, which meant they were taking the boat out on the lake. Maple couldn't apparate onto the lake, and Master Draco will ward the boat to prevent her from landing on it, because Master Draco was a smart boy. She would just have to sit on the shoreline and wait. And hope that Master Draco rowed a good deal out.

Draco stared at Hermione as he energetically rowed the little boat out into the vast lake. He had a lot of energy to burn. Also, she looked absolutely drop-dead sexy in her skimpy navy-blue bikini with side-ties and expanse of golden skin.

Hermione regarded the maniac gleam in Draco's eyes with consternation. 'Are you okay?'

'Never better,' huffed Draco, turning around to see how far out he'd rowed. Just a little further…

Hermione shaded her eyes and looked back at the shore. 'Maple looks like she's building sandcastles.'

'Good for Maple,' he gritted. Nearly there…

'It's hardly her fault.'

'Didn't say it was.' He fixated on Hermione's gorgeous breasts, only just hidden by her bikini top. Her nipples looked rock hard. Good. Matched his cock. It had been more or less erect since their aborted session in the maze, and it was driving him doolally.

She clamped down on a sudden urge to laugh. In the Muggle world, who would believe all this?

At last, Draco decided they had come out far enough. He dropped the anchor, grabbed Hermione, kissed her hard, then leapt into the lake.

'AAARRRGGGHHH!'

'Jesus, Draco, what's wrong?' gasped Hermione, leaning over the side of the boat when he resurfaced.

'It's bloody cold!'

That did it. She burst out laughing.

And for the first time since the maze disappointment, so did Draco.

After much encouragement from Draco, Hermione eventually slid into the dark blue waters of the lake, shrieking, as he did, about the temperature.

Draco shook his head and sighed. 'There's only one way to get over the cold.'

'Cast a warming charm?'

He smiled. 'Oh, no.' He dived under the water, and before Hermione realised what that meant, he'd grabbed her legs and pulled her down.

By the time she surfaced, spitting wet hair out of her mouth in outrage, Draco was treading water a safe distance away and laughing.

'Stay right there, you!' Hermione shouted, commencing a fast crawl towards him.

'Hell, no, woman!' he laughed, backstroking out of reach.

Eventually Hermione warmed up, and she promised Draco she wouldn't non-verbally freeze his balls together (as she had threatened). Keeping the boat between themselves and Maple (happily frolicking on the shoreline in the summer sun), they tread water as they slowly kissed.

The kisses built in intensity, and Hermione soon felt the evidence of Draco's desire for her, pressing against her stomach. Smiling, she sneaked a hand towards his erection… then gaped at him in surprise.

'Where are your swimming trunks?'

He smirked and nodded at the boat. 'In there.'

'When the hell…? Oh, never mind.' She wrapped her legs around his waist and teased him by brushing her bikini-bottomed core over his very hard cock. Draco hissed and forced himself not to come.

He looked over at a nearby shore, lined with weeping willows. Ancient old branches stretched out over the water, their leaves providing a promising shield of privacy. He squinted at Maple. She was sunbathing. Or sleeping. Taking Hermione's hand, they slowly swam to the willows.

When Draco could touch the lake floor with his feet, he gathered Hermione into his arms and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and exploring her. She felt drugged with desire and concentrated on the feel of his tongue inside her, and her tongue inside him, when she realised that her bottom was a little barer than it was a minute ago.

She looked into the water, then up at her smug lover. 'You're getting far too good at removing clothing without me noticing.'

'I'll make it worth your while,' he murmured as he traced his lips down her neck, and onto her pulse. 'I'm going to mark you,' he said. 'Show my bloody father what I think of his rules.'

Hermione sighed. 'Draco, that's – oh, my GOD, that's so good!' she moaned, flinging her head back and giving him room. Encouraged, Draco sucked at her pulse hard, licking it with his tongue before sucking again, over and over until a deep red circle appeared on her neck. He examined it, and pouted.

'What's wrong?' Hermione asked.

He sighed. 'I'd hoped I had made the hickey in the shape of a heart.'

She smiled.

'I've done it before.'

She shoved him under the water.

When he resurfaced, he wisely refrained from continuing the conversation, and bestowed upon Hermione his knicker-dropping smile. She let herself be swept into his arms, and threaded her hands through his wet hair while he untied the top of her bikini and kissed his way to her naked breasts.

When he put his lips to one nipple and sucked on it, she let out a ragged moan and thrust her chest at him, wanting more. With one arm around her waist, he cupped her other breast with his spare hand, kneading it lightly until he reached the nipple – and tugged.

Hermione bit down on a wail of desire – she didn't want to draw Maple's attention, even if she did seem to be fast asleep on the other shoreline.

Draco's erection was back with a vengeance. To his chagrin, he had a feeling this wouldn't be a marathon shag. He wouldn't last nearly long enough to show Hermione how much he desired her. Needed her.

Hermione's legs were already wrapped around his waist. 'Draco, I need you,' she whispered into his mouth.

He kissed her, and manoeuvred her into place – her core hovering just above his straining erection.

'I love you,' he whispered – and surged inside her.

As it turned out, he needn't have worried about not lasting the distance. Hermione was just as desperate as he was to join together so intimately. Draco used his hands to help Hermione move up and down his cock, making sure he filled her completely with every descent. Her wet breasts rubbed against his bare chest, creating blissful sensations for his lover. He lowered his head to hers and whispered in her ear – how long he'd been waiting to do this. How she'd bewitched him. How much he missed her when they were apart.

He briefly closed his eyes when he felt her pussy start to flutter around his cock. 'D-Draco, I'm going to' –

'Come for me love,' he gritted.

She called out his name as she orgasmed hard over his cock. By this stage, both were beyond caring if Maple was listening in. Finally, Draco gave in to his body and came inside his girl, over and over.

Nothing felt more right.

A little while later…

'Draco?' Hermione's voice was sleepy.

'Yes, love?' Draco's was also sleepy.

'Where are my bikini bottoms?'

Draco thought. Then his eyes widened. Oh, shit.

If Maple didn't wake when Draco and Hermione orgasmed, there was no way she could have not have heard the piercing shriek of rage that came from Miss Hermione's mouth upon the discovery of the loss of her bikini bottoms.

As Draco and Hermione came to the end of their two-week stay with the Malfoys, they conducted a quick stocktake.

Number of times they had sex: one sodding time

Number of times Draco lost his temper with his father: a few dozen

Number of times Maple burst into tears whenever she found Draco and Hermione engaged in a public display of affection: seventy-five or so

Number of engagement rings presented: none (although Narcissa was more than eager to walk Draco through their fabulous collection of jewellery, just in case)

Number of times Draco wanked in the shower in the morning: every morning

Articles of clothing lost: one bikini bottom

Articles of clothing gained (by Hermione, via Narcissa): two hundred and twenty.

All in all, Hermione mused as she packed her trunk for their next two-week stay, I had a very nice time at Malfoy Manor. Even if the sex was a bit lacking in amount.

Thank God Mum and Dad are more progressive than Mr Malfoy, she thought with relief.

A/N: What a long first chapter that was! To think I started it by staring at the computer screen and wailing 'I don't know what to write!' Stay tuned for chapter two, where our lovers spend a fortnight at the Grangers. Until then, take care and please review!