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Hermione stormed into Harry’s office, a rolled newspaper fisted in her hand. Coming up to his desk, she tossed the newspaper onto the desk and threw herself into the chair next to her. He glanced up from the file he was reading and was met with her glare. Confused, he looked down at the newspaper.
Hermione Granger Set To Wed A Death Eater
Harry’s face contorted into a grimace as his eyes skimmed the article.
Rita Skeeter reports: None other than our very own Hermione Granger, War Heroine and Brains of the Golden Trio, has decided to marry billionaire Draco Malfoy, the notorious Death Eater who managed to escape imprisonment, a marriage one can assume is more out of financial need than anything. This reporter has learned that she had left her former fiancé, Ronald Weasley, thereby breaking his heart, so she could be with a known Muggle hater. Many questions may flood the minds of my readers, and measures are being taken to learn the truth behind what can only be construed as an outrageous lie. Since the war, many have questioned Miss Granger’s insanity and one can only hope a return of her senses before the ill-fated marriage takes place.
Harry scowled as he put the paper down. “I don’t know how she found out,” he said, honestly, as he met Hermione’s eyes.
“Does it matter?” she asked. “I wouldn’t put it past Ron to have let something slip. Notice she accused me of breaking his heart. Along with that, she pinpointed Draco as some sort of monster, which you and I both know he isn’t, and claimed I was only wanting to marry him for his money!”
He nodded as he turned back to the newspaper. “I’ll have to talk to Ron about it,” he surmised.
“No,” Hermione stated. “I want this to be put to a stop. I’ve dealt with the abuse for far too long now. Whether it’s Weasley blatantly ignoring me and being rude to me or Skeeter tossing slander about as though it’s her god-given right, something needs to be done. If these two don’t stop, I will press charges,” she said as she stood. “And if that doesn’t work, I will have their jobs. Skeeter’s right. I will be married to a multi-billionaire and while I could really care less about his money, I will have enough access to his bank account to make sure she never works in journalism again.”
“That might be going a bit too far,” Harry said.
“No, it’s not,” the Muggle born argued. “She needs to focus on destroying someone else’s life or, so help me, I will destroy hers. I say the same for Ronald, too. I don’t care if he’s hurting. He nearly killed me with his abuse and I won’t tolerate it anymore.” As she spoke, her voice became gradually louder and her face reddened. “He cheated on me, not the other way around. He blames me for our break up. Why? Because I didn’t toss him on my bed and shag his brains out? No more, Harry. I won’t, I can’t deal with it. My wedding to Draco is less than a week away. We’re already going to have to deal with the press as it is.”
The fireplace sparked green and both Gryffindors turned to see the highly pissed face of one Draco Malfoy. His eyes shifted to Hermione before turning his attention on the Boy-Who-Lived. “I need to talk to you, Potter,” he demanded.
Harry steeled himself. Given what Hermione had brought him, the black haired man could only guess what else was about to happen. “Hermione’s shown me the article,” he said as he waved the Slytherin in.
Draco stepped back and then through the Floo and tossed a handful of envelopes onto Harry’s desk. “Did she tell you about these?” he asked sarcastically, knowing Hermione hadn’t seen them yet. ”The owl post arrived shortly after Hermione left the Manor. These,” he growled, pointing at the letters, “are the tame ones. My mother and I have been bombarded by more Howlers than I thought even possible. We’re being threatened, harassed, and verbally abused because of this stupid article.”
Harry pushed his glasses up and sighed. “Look, I will do as much damage control as I can, but the two of you must have known this would happen the moment word got out…”
“No, we mustn’t!” Hermione shouted.
“My mother had already written a statement about our pending nuptials,” Draco sneered. “She was going to bring it to Miss Lovegood today so it could be printed. Now all of that is blown to shit because of this!” He jabbed a finger into the letters.
Harry understood their frustrations. Having grown up as the “Boy-Who-Lived” he was used to the judgements so many people threw at him. “Do you have the statement with you?” he asked, remaining as calm as he could.
Draco was taken aback by the question and stared at the Gryffindor. “No, Potter, I don’t,” he answered.
Pushing his glasses up again, Harry finally stood and stepped away from his chair. “If your mother can get me that statement, I’ll make sure Luna gets it,” he said. “I will do everything I can to fix this, Malfoy. I give you my word.” He turned to Hermione. “I’ll also find out exactly where Rita Skeeter is getting her information. There’s no guarantee that Ron is the guilty party, or even alone in his guilt.”
“Harry, you can’t keep defending him,” the Muggle born complained.
“It’s not about me defending him, Hermione,” the Half-blood snapped. “Believe me when I say that Ron and I are not the best of friends right now. He doesn’t even come near the house. I’ve already told you I was going to get to the bottom of this. If Ron is responsible, he will have consequences to deal with, but I don’t think he’s acted alone. Someone gave him this idea.”
Draco sneered at the Gryffindor. “Then do your job,” he growled, his fists clenched at his sides. “If that bastard or press show up at my wedding, I will have their jobs.”
“Get me the statement,” Harry said to Draco. “And I’ll circumvent the owl post.”
Draco raised a single eyebrow. “Next Howler I get,” he warned, “the bird who brings it will be killed. Got it?”
(II)(II)
Hermione followed Draco through the Floo and grabbed his sleeve. “You can’t do that!” she shouted.
He turned on his heel and glared down at her. “I can’t do what?” he asked, his voice taking a dangerously low growl.
“You threatened the life of an innocent creature!” she reprimanded. “Voldemort killed Harry’s owl because she was trying to protect him. You can’t threaten to kill an owl in front of Harry…”
His eyes narrowed to slits as he yanked his arm out of her grasped. “If Potter’s feelings are so important to you, then maybe you should marry him!” he barked.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she yelled. “Then you can go and tell all your Slytherin friends how right you were about me. Nevermind the fact that I’m here with you, that we’re planning to get married in less than a week.”
“Hermione, those owls have been sending us Howlers…”
“That’s not the owls’ fault!” she interrupted him. “You Purebloods are so quick to blame and punish the lesser creatures. To stomp on them like they’re nothing! But face it, Draco, if it weren’t for owls or house elves, you would be lost! I’ll bet you don’t even know how to make a peanut butter sandwich!”
Draco’s face and fists were bright red. One quick backhand, and she would be on the ground, begging for his mercy. It took everything to still his hands. “For someone who’s always defending those little Mudbloods, you’re judgement of us Purebloods is rather hasty,” he said with a sneer.
Draco knew he said the wrong thing the moment the words left his mouth. Hermione lifted her hand to slap him and he caught it in midair. Squeezing her wrist, he forced her against the wall, but she fought him. When she lifted her other hand, he caught that as well as he wedged his leg between hers and pressed his body against her. “You can stop now,” he snarled in her face.
“Let go of me, Malfoy!” she roared as she struggled against him.
But he had her successfully pinned. He lifted her hands above her head and held them with his left hand, allowing his right hand to be free. He cupped her jaw as he covered her mouth with his own. He continued to hold her there, licking her lips and nipping at them. After much fighting, she finally started melting into him. He allowed his right hand to fall so it rested on her waist as he trailed kisses down to her neck.
“Draco,” she whispered as she felt his body harden. “Please.”
He bit the sensitive part of her neck, earning a moan, and laved at it with his tongue before sucking on the spot. He felt her lift one of her legs to wrap around his waist and he pressed his hardened member against her core. Lifting his head slightly, he lightly blew on her neck. “I want you so bad,” he breathed as he nuzzled her ear. “Five more days and we’ll be together forever.”
He rubbed himself against her and she squirmed. “I don’t want to fight with you,” she told him.
Lifting his head, his grey eyes met hers. “Then we shouldn’t,” he said. “It isn’t necessary anyway. I will admit, we will disagree about things, we are from two different worlds. Doesn’t mean it has to get physical.”
She pressed her lips against his shoulder. “I was just so afraid,” she said as she rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. “I feel like I’ve been fighting prejudice my entire life. First against my fellow Muggle classmates. As my magic started to get stronger, my parents felt it prudent to hire a governess because it became more difficult to explain away the strange occurrences that were happening around me. Especially when we didn’t even know why I was able to do the things I could do. I was so happy to be at Hogwarts. Yet, I was still judged, not just for my blood, but also for my studious nature.”
Draco frowned as he felt her shoulders sag. Dropping her hands, he wrapped her in an embrace as she cried. He had absolutely no idea what had caused the tears, but he had a sinking feeling he was more than likely the cause of them.
Sniffing, she pulled away slightly and rested her hands on his chest. “It’s not so bad now,” she admitted. “It took some time, but eventually I learned to accept I was different from others. I can almost even understand why your mum calls me a first generation rather than a Muggle born.” She gave him a watery smile. “Makes me seem a bit special, doesn’t it?”
He did not like the look in her eyes. “Hermione,” he said, putting a finger under her chin so he could tilt it up, “you are special. And not because my mother used a new term to refer to you. In a few short days, she’ll be calling you ‘daughter’, but even then, that won’t be what makes you special.”
“Brightest witch of my age,” she stated with a shrug. “Soon to be married to the richest bloke in all of Britain and fighting for elvish rights.”
He bopped her on the nose with his index finger. “Don’t forget the mother of my children.”
“We will have forever, won’t we, Draco?” she asked as she touched the side of his neck, right under his ear.
“Eternity, love,” he promised.
She gave a small smile. “And you won’t kill any owls, will you? Regardless of how many Howlers we receive?”
He raised a single eyebrow. “If it will make you happy, love, I will refrain for harming any owls just because they bring us a Howler.”
The bright smile that rose across her face pleased Draco and he returned it.
(III)(III)
Draco walked into his study and punched his wall. He had managed to keep a cool head for Hermione, but only just. He received letter after letter calling him a monster. Some accused him of brainwashing the Muggle born or kidnapping her. One Howler even yelled at him for getting her pregnant!
He really wanted to smother someone. Maybe he would take up Muggle boxing just so he could relieve some anger on someone’s face. He went to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey and a tumbler. He poured two fingers of firewhiskey into the glass before drinking straight from the bottle.
Capping the bottle, he placed it back in the cabinet, picked up his glass, and turned to his fireplace. He really hoped Potter actually did something this time and not try to cover up the Weasel’s involvement.
Five days. Draco sat down in his chair and closed his eyes. He would be married in five days to Hermione Granger. His mind went back to that night in December and he reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and pulled out the picture. Sipping at his drink, Draco stared at the picture.
It felt like only yesterday they were dancing under the stars, whispering about nonsensical things. He still didn’t understand how they could be so different in so many ways and yet look so perfect together. Her smile, her eyes, the way her body moved in perfect sync with his.
Sighing, he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. Stroking it, he imagine what could have occurred if they had continued that night. Would Hermione have let him that night? He liked to imagine she would have. He could easily have convinced her to be with him as he remembered the vulnerable state she had been in. Not only could he have been her first kiss, but her first lover as well. They could have made it truly a night under the stars.
However, he knew that if he had proceeded, they would not have been able to progress to the present day. And he really wanted to marry her. Even that night, under the stars, he knew he wanted her for his wife. He had denied it for so long, thinking they could never have a chance. He couldn’t figure out a way his parents would ever allow it. Then his father had been incarcerated and Draco couldn’t believe his luck. It had always been easier to persuade his mother to his line of thinking, especially if his father was around to counter all of Draco’s arguments and he would have been.
Thinking of his parents really started to put a damper on his boner, so he immediately turned his mind back to Hermione. He thought of how she would look stretched out on his sheets. Her wild hair spread out across his satin emerald sheets, the sultry look in her honey eyes as she looked up at him. Draco would touch her tenderly and take her gently. Though she would first feel pain, their first time together would not be filled with pain. She would remember the moment with love as he entered her body over and over again. His seed would fill her womb and, with luck, produce the oldest of their children. Though he hadn’t said it the other day, Draco did want more than one child. Having grown up an only child, he knew how lonely such a life could be, though his parents did try to make it so that he wasn’t so alone. But playdates with friends only did so much.
His mind saw her underneath him as he pounded away. As time went on, he would teach her different angles and even different types of sex. Her lips would wrap around his cock as he tasted the nectar between her legs. He would be gentle when he entered her arse, making sure she was alright.
It was in this last thought that he found release. He allowed his cum to squirt over his chest, knowing his shirt was now effectively ruined, but he didn’t care. He pumped his cock a few more times, squeezing out the last few drops before putting his drink on the end table beside him and pulling his shirt off. He tossed the shirt onto the floor and stood. “Maisey,” he called. When the little elf appeared, he ordered, “Clean this mess up and destroy that shirt.”
(IV)(IV)
“The Unbreakable Vow, Draco?!” Hermione demanded as she walked into his sitting room the next morning.
He glanced up at her from the lounge chair. He had a book in his hands which he closed over his thumb to mark his place. “What of it?” he asked, confused.
“Your mother just informed me that our wedding would consist of making the Unbreakable Vow. When were you planning to tell me this?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware there would be a problem,” he stated, frowning. Sighing, he waved his hand over the book he had been reading and a bookmark appeared, sticking out of the page. He then straightened up and placed the book on the table beside him. “It’s an old tradition,” he told her. “You’ve been to wizarding weddings before, I’m sure.”
“Yes, but none of them have been subjected to an Unbreakable Vow,” she said shrewdly.
He stood and walked to his liquor cabinet. Taking out his bottle of brandy, he poured a hefty amount for himself as well as a finger for Hermione. Putting the decanter back, he lifted the glasses and turned back towards her. He handed her the glass meant for her and took a sip of his own. Though she held the glass, Hermione did not drink.
Draco grimaced and licked his lips. Leaning a hip against a table, he said, “Perhaps the lower class isn’t as interested in binding themselves for all eternity. Last I checked, you wanted our marriage to be forever.”
“I do,” she quickly answered.
Draco shrugged and scrunched up his eyes. “Then what’s the problem?”
“My problem is it’s barbaric. There’s a reason people don’t make Unbreakable Vows anymore. If one of us should leave…”
“Do you intend to leave?”
“Of course not!”
His eyes narrowed. “Again, I don’t see the problem.”
She threw a hand up in frustration and scoffed. She folded her arms and turned away from him. An Unbreakable Vow would mean that she would never have a chance of ever escaping if she felt she needed to.
He drained his glass and, setting it on the table, he stepped towards her and touched her shoulders. When she did not flinch away from him, Draco grew a bit bolder and moved closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.
“Years ago,” he explained, “the practice of arranged marriages was quite common, even for those of lower class. It was a constant practice that once the marriage produced an heir, the husband or wife or both would seek the arms of others rather than focus on their marriage. At first, such a thing was fine for the Malfoy family. However, sometime during the fifteenth century, the issue of infidelity became a real problem. Unmarried women started claiming their illegitimate children were, in fact, Malfoys and, therefore, were entitled to a portion of the Malfoy fortune.” He kissed her shoulder as he pressed himself against her back. “I do believe, however, that the crack occurred when a child was born from a Malfoy wife and was clearly not a Malfoy.”
She turned in his arms and looked up at him. “You think I’ll be unfaithful?”
He lightly shook his head. “Not at all. However, after the truth was proven, our family began adding the Vow to our weddings to prevent further deception,” he told her. “It doesn’t necessarily prevent infidelity, but it does ensure honesty.”
She wasn’t sure she liked that answer, as it left things wide open in a way Hermione wasn’t entirely comfortable with. “What exactly are we Vowing?” she asked, looking up at him.
He shrugged. “To love, to honour, to never walk away…” he thought it over for a moment. “To be honest about everything. No matter what.”
“To never leave?” she questioned, worry in her eyes.
He smiled softly and nodded. “Yes, love. To never leave,” he mimicked kindly. “You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours. We’ll never invite another into our marriage. We’ll never choose another over us.”
“And you’ll protect me?”
He laughed. “You forget, Granger,” he said, still chuckling. “I remember you from school and during the war. Somehow I feel you are more than capable of defending yourself.” He shook his head and when Hermione tried to pull away in annoyance, he pulled her closer and pressed his forehead against hers. “I doubt you will ever need me to protect you,” he whispered. “But if the need ever were to arise, then, yes. I will always protect you. I just hope that, if the time ever comes, you’ll do the same for me.” He raised an eyebrow at this and smirked.
She returned his smile with a small one. “I suppose I would end up saving your bloody arse,” she said, “rather than the other way around.”
He jumped. “Hey!”
Hermione giggled. “You’re not the only clever one, you know,” she told him. She sighed. “I still want to know what these Vows are. I have a right, since I’ll be agreeing to them.”
“Alright,” he agreed. “I’ll show you the book.”
“The book.”
Draco nodded. “In the library, there’s a book which list all the Malfoys ever born, married, and died. It’s a bit similar to the tapestry, except it’s an actual written record,” he explained to her. “It also list all the vows every Malfoy is required to make, and other traditions we have. As much time you spend in the library, I’m surprised you haven’t seen it yet.”
She shrugged. “I have seen some histories and… accomplishments. Did you know that every single Malfoy ever born was put in Slytherin? And they all became either Head Boy or Head Girl. In fact, there has only ever been one set of twins, a boy and a girl, and both were the Heads of their year. It was the first, and only, time Hogwarts has ever had a brother and sister be Heads together,” she said. She became quiet for a moment before she added, “No Malfoy has ever married out of Slytherin. Our marriage will either be scandalous or intriguing to our descendants. Could change the path of the Malfoy family, too, if one of our children ends up in Gryffindor or one of the other Houses.”
He frowned. “You shouldn’t speak so blasphemous,” he said. “You might jinx us.”
Hermione giggled. “Oh, I’m sure you’d rather share a meal with the Weasleys before allowing one of our children become anything but Slytherin. And if they did, you’d no doubt be highly disappointed.”
He shrugged. “Well… As long as they weren’t Gryffindor….” She poked him in the ribs as she laughed. Eyes wide, he stared at her. “Did you just…?” She blushed and giggled as she danced out of his grasp. Narrowing his eyes, he raised a single brow. “You know this means war, right?”
She gave a shout of surprise as he lunged at her. Of course, she could never be faster than him and she squealed as he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. She squirmed as his fingertips began digging into her sides, tickling her. She started giggling uncontrollably, which only made him tickle her even more.
Her squirming caused them to tumble onto the floor and he quickly rolled them so he was on top of her. He released his hold on her waist and helped her turn onto her back, but he didn’t get off of her. They lay there for what seemed like an eternity, catching their breaths and just staring at one another. A single joyful tear leaked from Hermione’s left eye and Draco lifted his hand and used the back of his fingers to lightly brush it away.
“I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he whispered against her lips as he looked into her eyes.
She smiled. “Hermione Malfoy,” she tested and Draco’s eyes softened. Hermione licked her lips and tried it again. “Hermione Malfoy.”
Draco never thought he would ever hear those words spoken aloud. He had never heard anything more beautiful, either. “Say it again,” he breathed.
“Hermione Malfoy,” she repeated softly, staring up at him. She’d never seen such a look on his face before and it both confused and captivated her. Sure, she had always found him to be rather handsome, but the look in his eyes at that moment made him even more so.
“Hermione Malfoy,” he reiterated. He pressed his lips against hers and she sighed into his kiss.
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