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The Tyger and The Lamb	By : crzydiamond Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42078 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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This is sort of a marriage fic. I hate marriage challenges seeing as logically, they'd never really happen. But being a hypocrite, I love reading marriage fics and thought to write one myself. Any long amount of text in italics is a flashback- the last half of this chapter is a flashback while the first half is a little background to the rest of the story.

Prologue

He yanked on the chains binding his arms to the wall, his muscles straining from the exertion. He pulled again. The skin where the shackles encircled his wrists was rubbed raw. A primal yell ripped from his throat reverberating from the walls. Suddenly the door opened. His eyes closed with the light which abruptly hit him in his face and all he could see was a large shadow outlined in the doorway. There was a sound of something landing by his feet.

“Sign it,” a cold voice said.

“What is it?”

He could hear the smirk in the other man's voice. “Give it up. Give her up.”

He thought he had heard wrong at first. “What?” he asked, his voice barely audible. “What did you just say?”

“I'll ask one more time before I force you.” The owner of the voice stepped closer, snarling. “Give her up.”

He let out a sharp bark of laughter. “You think because you have me chained up and wandless you can force me to give her up?” He stopped laughing, his voice sober. “You must be bloody insane.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across the other man's face. “I hoped I'd only have to ruin you. I'm not that keen on destroying innocent lives.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean-”

“But you must know, more than anyone, that she's worth it,” the other man finished, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “Not that you ever deserved her in the first place.”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” he yelled, pulling at his chains once more.

“Think about your family,” the other man began nonchalantly, sharp eyes glinting in the darkness of the cell. “Your father suddenly loses his job at the Ministry along with your brother. Your brothers' shop is suddenly bought out. Your sister is abruptly dismissed from her Quidditch team. Your brother in Romania is arrested for illegally rescuing dragons. And your other brother is also arrested for fraud within Gringotts. On top of all of that, imagine your family home and land being sold, not to mention the uncanny fact that your father is unable to secure another job. And then there's you... sentenced to five years in Azkaban for murder.

“I've never killed anyone!”

“But its so easy to make it seem as though you did.”

He hung his head, knowing that the man in front of him could very well carry out the scenario he described. If he wanted to, he could ruin his entire family. His fists clenched, his nails biting into the skin of his palm.

“All of this you can avoid. All I want in return is her. Give her up and you can secure both your and family's future.”

“Why?”

“Either sign it or leave it.”

There was a long moment of silence, the chained man looking into the other with so much hate it would've made anyone else flinch. But not this one- he looked at the man beneath him calmly, coldly, and dangerously. He would get what he wanted at any cost.

Okay,” he agreed hoarsely, hanging his head with guilt and shame. “I'll sign it.”

“Good,” the other man said. “You wouldn't really have a choice anyway.”

“Why?” he repeated, his hand trembling as he wrote his signature on the line. “Why do this?”

“Because when I want something I get it. And I want her.”

“Thats not good enough. I trusted...” he paused, sighing. “I trusted you.”

“Your mistake.” The other man picked up the contract and slid it into his pocket. “Though you can trust her with me.”

“No I can't! Look at what you are! You're a bastard who doesn't give a fuck for anyone but himself!”

“You can trust me,” he began, walking away. “Because I'll never do what you just did. I will never. Give . Her. Up.”

The chains around the first man's wrists dissolved and his arms fells to his side as the full realization of what had just happened hit him. He had signed away the woman he loved and had possibly allowed her to be permanently bonded to the man he had grown to absolutely hate. He never even got the chance to tell her he truly loved her. They were still on teetering on the edge of friendship- he was planning on telling her on their wedding night. And now...now he'd never get the chance.

“You're free to go,” the other man said as he paused in the doorway. “Either you break it off or I'll force you too.”

Ronald Weasley felt as though something had tore a hole in his chest and it took him a while to stand again and make his way through the door. The portkey that had brought him to the dungeon suddenly activated pulling him through a whirlwind which could not begin to equal the one currently wreaking havoc on his heart.

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A blast of orange light narrowly missed her head, shattering the stone wall behind her. She stared incredulously at the large gaping hole before turning around to fix her opponent with a nasty glare.

“Thats a forbidden hex!”

“Do you think Deatheaters will care?” he sneered, flourishing his wand, ready to deliver another powerful spell. “Do you think that they'll play by the rules?”

She narrowed her eyes and managed to dodge a jet of purple light the man she was facing aimed at her legs.

She hit him with her spell of her own creation that flipped him hard onto his back. He raised himself up, a smirk on his face. “A slight improvement.”

Gritting her teeth at his insult, she sent another spell flying at him, this one resulting in a blast of fire that he barely managed to avoid by throwing up a shield around himself. She pushed him backwards with the force of the flame before he cast an aquamenti that put it out.

“Come on!” he snarled, flicking his wand. “Is that all you have?”

Her anger caused her to see red as she blocked another one of his dark spells- spells she refused to use that he apparently had no problem employing.

“You won't last ten minutes on the battlefield! You're useless! A waste of space-”

Fury running through her veins, the girl dropped her wand and launched herself at her opponent knocking him forcefully to the matted floor. She heard the air leave his lungs and only gave him a moment to recover before she landed a hard punch to the side of his face. A low growl came from his throat before he used his large body to flip her over. She raised a knee, getting him solidly in his stomach before managing to slide out from beneath him to stand.

When he looked up, her wand was pointed between his eyes.

“I win,” she said with a small triumphant grin.

Scowling, he knocked her wand from her hand and approached her the same way a predator stalked prey. She balked, confused at his actions and stepped backwards until she felt her back hit the wall.

“Back off,” she said in a more confident tone than how she felt. Inside she was a quivering mass of nerves.

She gasped as he pressed the length of his hard body against her, trapping her between him and the wall.

His eyes searched her face intensely before he leaned down and capture her lips in a searing kiss that stole all of the breath from her body. Adrenaline still pumping through her veins, the girl kissed him back, melting underneath him as his large hands slid beneath her shirt to cup her breasts over her bra.

A tearing sound alerted her to the fact that he had torn her shirt right down the middle, exposing her heaving chest to his heated gaze. Groaning deep in his throat, he pinched her nipples through the black fabric of her bra before tearing the undergarment off, baring large creamy, rose tipped breasts. She let out a high keening sound as he took a nipple into the heat of his mouth, working the flesh between his teeth before letting it go with a slight pop.

Fingers trailed down the soft skin of her stomach into the elastic band of her pants and found her naked beneath. He probed the outside of her pulsing quim before delving inside, parting her hot, wet flesh that sucked him in greedily like a vacuum. He pumped his fingers inside of her soaked hole, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as she stared up at him through half lidded eyes.

Not waiting for her permission, he slid her pants down her long legs, his mouth going dry as she was bared to him, silken pink petals glistening with juices that begged him to taste. But there'd be time for that later. He had a hard cock pleading to be freed and driven into the warm, tight cavern in front of him.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, releasing his proud member from the confines of his pants.

The girl felt another hot gush between her thighs as his cock came into view, large, thick, and so engorged with blood. She lifted her eyes to meet his questioning ones, before she nodded her head.

Before she could blink, he strode forward and slammed himself in her to the hilt. She shrieked at the feeling of being pierced and parted, that deep ache in the pit of her stomach intensifying as a pleasurable burn began to spread throughout her lower body. He pulled out and slammed back in, grunting with exertion. She slid up the stone wall and wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his flexing ass as he pumped himself wildly into her tight hole.

“Fuck,” he repeated, eyes fixed on where they connected, watching as his long thick cock left and reentered her. She stared transfixed too, feeling that familiar feeling of matchless pleasure begin to wind up inside of her.

He whirled his hips, making her cry out as he hit that special spot inside. Her entire body shook as he pummeled into that spot, over and over again, her legs beginning to quiver as her concentration waned, her mind focused solely on the intense pleasure washing over her. He then hit bottom, dragging his tip against her g-spot as he pulled back and then re-entered, once again meeting that soft flesh deep inside of her. She dug her nails into the skin of his back, making him hiss in welcomed pain. It only seemed to incense him.

With renewed vigor, he began to piston into her searing hot core relentlessly as he felt her quim tightening around his cock. She cried out his last name like a mantra as she raised her hips frantically to meet his bone jarring thrusts. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed, head thrown back over as he fucked her into oblivion. Then he slid his free hand down, and fingered the engorged slick piece of flesh between her quim's lips that would send her over the edge.

Send her over the edge it did.

A quaking that began in the soles of feet traveled throughout her entire body until it exploded, her sleeve tightening and gushing around the cock inside of her. She cried out until she was hoarse, until she was speechless, limp as he continued to pummel into her body, fucking her through her orgasm, gritting his teeth.

Placing his hands on her thighs, he drew her back and forth over his cock, moving her limp body so fast that his hips were a blur. He heard her cry out again as a second orgasm washed over her before he felt that same explosion erupt inside of him.

Then he came, shooting his creamy essence deep inside of her, a long deep, primal groan leaving him as his balls pulsed, his cock twitching in time to the jets of cum splashing inside of the girl wrapped around him.

He leaned his forehead against her, dry mouthed, trying desperately to catch his breath as she caught hers. Both still trembling from the after shock of their orgasms, they stayed in that position for almost ten minutes, bodies slick with cooling perspiration.

Finally, she slowly dropped her legs from around his waist and with shaking hands, pulled up her pants and repaired her shirt with a flick of her wand. He watched her, shamelessly nude, his cock still semi-hard against his thigh as his heated eyes took in her heaving breasts that were soon covered by her bra, then shirt.

“That shouldn't have happened,” she said in a soft voice, running a still shaking hand through her mussed, tangled hair.

“But it did,” he said, finally pulling up his own pants.

She shook her head incredulously. “It won't happen again. It can't.”

Still in denial, she made her way to the door on the far side of the room.

He looked after her, licking his dry lips, feeling a hot desire consume him that would only be quelled by another encounter with her.

“I beg to differ,” he said darkly.

She heard him, hand paused on the doorknob, before opening it and disappearing.

“I'll have you again Granger,” he said, now to himself. “Mark my words.”
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