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Dynasty Obligations	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 2 – It’s you!

Draco had woken up that morning rather early, feeling slightly hung-over from the copious amounts of fire whiskey he had been drinking in the Slytherin common room the previous night. He looked down on the brunette witch that slept beside him, his silver sheets pooling around her hips, exposing her pert breasts and nipples. Draco instantly jumped out of bed, as he grabbed the clothes that lay haphazardly on his floor, as they were deposited in the rush to remove them. What the hell was she doing in his bed? Sure they’d fucked the night before, but no one slept in his bed, no one except him!

The witch sighed contently, as she rolled over to face the window, Draco looked over at his bed trying to remember the witch’s name, he couldn’t for the life of him remember. Why should he? She was just a casual fuck, it’s not like he would be having a future with her, definitely not. Draco already knew his future, he’d known it since before he could remember, his father made a point of reminding him, that he had been promised to a very pureblood witch. Yet every time Draco asked whom the witch was he would get the same response, his father didn’t know.

Draco knew very little about the woman he was supposed to be betrothed to, what he did know however was that his father in law to be was his potions professor, a very good friend of the family, the only other thing he knew was that his future wife also attended Hogwarts and was in his year. The latter of the information always confused him, Draco being the ladies’ man that he was had practically made his way around all the females within his year and the year below him. He shuddered to think that one of the girls he had been with could be the girl he had to be with, forever. Sure he’d come across some minx’s and gems in his time, but more often than not, he’d find out that the girls merely wanted him for his money, whereas he only wanted them for their anatomy.

Draco was curious to say the very least, and if he admitted it to himself, which he wouldn’t, he was slightly nervous. Draco knew that it wasn’t a love match, after all most pureblood families didn’t marry for love, but that the match was a contract between two purebred families, his father was adamant that the match would be well suited, Draco wasn’t sure, but he had no choice in the matter. His father would relay the story to him over and over again, stating each time that they could learn to love each other, Draco would always scoff at this point, all he ever did was fall in lust, he wasn’t sure love was an emotion he could feel, despite growing up in a loving home with loving parents. The cold hard truth was that he simply enjoyed bedding a different girl every night and most of all, he liked the challenge, he didn’t want to be tied to one person for the rest of his life.

Draco made his way over to the bathroom that he shared with the Virgin Gryffindor princess, the know-it-all bookworm, he despised. He opened the door and his senses were immediately deemed immobile by the intoxicating smell of Vanilla and rose, which indicated that Hermione had already been in the shower. Draco stared at the shower cubicle where he could see stray droplets of water clinging on to the glass cubicle, he shed himself of his boxers, warded both of the entry doors before climbing into the same cubicle, Hermione had previously emptied.

The steady stream of hot water washed over his Quidditch toned body, caressing his muscles sensuously, Draco supressed a moan as his hand brushed against his hardening cock, he loved nothing more than to wake up and jump start his day with a morning wank, it always gave him a better disposition in the morning, no one would understand how frustrated he was when he didn’t achieve his morning climax. Draco supressed a smirk as he grasped his hand around his now rock hard cock, he wondered how Miss goody two shoes would feel if she knew that she was showering in the same cubicle he jacked off in several times a day, occasionally imagining her naked form.

Draco wasn’t blind, he knew that Hermione was a pretty witch; he’d seen a few glimpses of her creamy flesh every now and then, when he had accidentally walked in on her showering. He often found himself imagining his hand was guiding his thickness to the entrance of her hot aching core, he knew it would never happen, but there was something about imagining doing things like that to someone as unattainable as Hermione Granger that pushed him over the edge. He hated her more for that.

His hand movements were speeding up caressing his length, the tip weeping slightly, leaking the creamy pre-cum the more aroused he became. Draco imagined grasping Hermione’s hips over the desk ramming into her hot tight channel over and over again, her screams of pain and pleasure vibrating through his body, pushing him further to the edge. He sped up his hands movements imagining he was buried deep within her tight walls as they hugged his member tightly, he could feel the familiar sensation of his balls tightening until the built up pressure was too much and he came with a muffled cry, his hot seed spurting from his tip landing on the glass panes and covering his hands. Draco’s breathing was erratic as he tried to calm himself of his release. He let go of his now semi flaccid cock and began to wash himself free of the sticky substance. Once the milky white substance was gone, he turned his attention to his silky blonde hair, massaging his scalp, lathering the shampoo into thick soapy bubbles, until he tipped his head under the jets of water, his hands rinsing the bubbles away; Draco watched in fascination as they drained away.

Once Draco was done in the shower he cast a drying charm on himself before dressing in the fresh uniform the house elves had left on the bathroom side. He shook his now dry hair, as it hung loosely around his face, he quickly sprayed some cologne on his freshly shaved face before un-warding the doors and walking into his room, where the brunette was still sleeping, much to Draco’s displeasure. He stood looking at her sleep riddled body before the sound of a throat clearing distracted him.

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Lucius Malfoy stood proud and tall in the doorway of his son’s bedroom, he looked over the semi naked witch lying in his son’s bed with disgust, yet another cheap slut he mused.

Lucius had looked forward to this day for the past eighteen years, ever since he had made the agreement with Laura Gregory and his best friend Severus Snape all them years ago, he had been impatiently awaiting the day when their daughter would be revealed to be the betrothed wife to his son and heir.

He knew that Severus’ daughter was a student at Hogwarts, however up until her eighteenth birthday her identity had been a secret to everyone including his friend, Lucius was also aware of the semi-permanent glamour charms the girl had, had placed on her in the womb, he knew that she would look different to how she should but it hadn’t stopped he and Draco looking for a girl that resembled Snape, obviously they never found anyone to match the vision Lucius had imagined.

But today, today the girl would be revealed and Draco could take the next step in his life. He knew that Draco wasn’t happy with the prospect of an arranged marriage, but Lucius had told his son of his own experience, explaining of his own arranged marriage with Narcissa. He had admitted that he had outwardly disliked the woman throughout all their years at school, even knowing of their betrothal, it was only in the run up to their wedding that they had pushed passed all the resentment and found a companionship with each other, Lucius smiled to himself, the friendly companionship had gradually turned to love, he knew the day she had borne his child that she was the only one for him, the other half, she completed him. He just hoped that Draco would learnt to love sooner that he, unfortunately it seemed his son was rather reluctant to give up his play boy lifestyle. He really was like him.

It was at this time that Draco had emerged from the room, the look of disgust on his son’s face mirrored his own, apparently he wasn’t all that impressed with what he saw in the cold light of day.

Lucius cleared his throat, Draco’s attention flicking to him immediately.

“Father” Draco said.

Lucius smirked: “Draco, My dear boy. I realise you are less than enthusiastic about meeting your betrothed, but could you not have at least waited until you found out her identity before you found your latest piece.” He said flicking his eyes to the still sleeping brunette.

Draco shook his head “I apologise father; I believe I drank too much last night.” He said making eye contact with the senior Malfoy.

“So it would seem.” He drawled. Lucius quickly turned indicating for them to leave. “Come Draco, we must not keep them waiting, dispose of the girl, we must leave, now.” He said walking from the door.

******

Draco’s gaze flicked from his father before flicking back to the sleeping witch, with a flick of his wand an alarm sounded in the room, alerting the now wide awake witch, Draco could hear his father chuckling to himself as waited in the common room.

“I have places to be, get dressed and let yourself out.” He said lifting his chin before following his father into the common room.

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“How are you feeling, Draco?” his father asked as they made their way down to the meeting in the headmasters office.

“I’ve felt better. You are more than aware of how I feel about it.” He said keeping his gaze firmly facing forward.

“I understand that Draco, but you must understand, this is for the best, I will however tell you that, today you must accept your family inheritance, you are now of age Draco. You are soon to have a wife, and an heir.” He said as he walked gracefully towards the gargoyles cane in hand.

Draco stopped to look at his father with wide eyes, “Father, I understand about the betrothal, but I am not yet ready to produce an heir.” He said sternly looking his father in the eye.

“Draco, I am aware that you are not ready…yet. But one day you will produce an heir, the Malfoy name will be continued for generations, you must make sure of that.” He said replying calmly to his son. Draco simply nodded his acceptance before they quietly ascended the spiral stairs, until they resided outside the large door.

Draco groan inwardly when he heard muffled voices; he knew that the room’s occupants must be shouting, for their voices to carry to the door. He really didn’t want to have to walk in whilst there was a war going on between them. Suddenly the room grew quiet and Draco look to his father anxiously, he really wasn’t ready for this, he mused. The door was opened by Snape, whose usually stony face was a mix of emotions; he quickly stepped on to the stairs closing the door behind him.

Draco remained silent as he watched the exchange between Snape and his father.

“How is the girl?” Lucius asked quietly, Snape’s face was grim.

“My daughter is fine, the glamour has just faded, and she has only just accepted my being her father. As expected she requires a paternity potion to prove it.” He drawled in an equally low manner.

“Is she what you expected?” Lucius asked again after contemplating his words.

Snape shook his head. “You know as well as I do, I very rarely gave much thought to the girl, it was in everyone’s best interests not to. The girl, my daughter, well it was a surprise to say the least, however I am proud to say she is highly intelligent and will go far. Her biological inheritance has changed her entirely, she is now a new girl.” He answered his onyx eyes flicked to Draco as he addressed him.

“Young Mister Malfoy, My daughter is not one to be messed with, I do not need to threaten you as I believe that she could do more harm to you than even I could, for that I wish you the best of luck.” He said before he turned harshly, his black robes billowing behind him as he re-entered the headmaster’s office.

His father entered the room just after, as Draco trailed in behind gulping in anxiety, he suddenly didn’t feel too safe with Snape’s warning.

“Severus, how I have waited to introduce my son to your daughter and his betrothed, come let’s acquaint our offspring.” Draco heard his father say, he cringed inwardly.

He had just entered the room entirely, stopping just beside his father and Snape, when he heard the distinct sound of his name.

“MALFOY!”

That voice, he knew that voice, he knew who it belonged to. He moved around his father to search the room of goody two shoes head girl, Draco knew he was panicking, but he also knew that Granger was a Muggleborn, not that it mattered to him, he’d slept with his fair share of them.

Draco had never actually been bothered by blood supremacy, it had all been and act, it was true that he was a death eater, however very few people knew that he and his father had been spies, just like Snape, that they had been feeding the inner most important plans of Voldemort’s to the light. It was that alliance that allowed them to still be held favourably in society when the war finally ended and Potter finally defeated Voldemort. Draco was happy with that, it meant he still got to live his life, of course there had been way too many risks and backfired plans, but he had come through it, they had survived, and now it was the next chapter of his life.

Draco continued looking around the room, looking for Granger, yet he came up with nothing, instead his steely grey eyes focused on the jet black haired girl who sat defensively in a chair, her dark chocolate brown eyes were trained on him, a small un-amused pout on her face as she looked at him displeasingly.

Draco suddenly felt very defensive, he had definitely never seen this witch before, but that was to be expected, his betrothed had been under the influence of a semi-permanent glamour all her life, so of course he wouldn’t recognise her, even still none of her facial characteristics registered with him. He studied her pale face, drinking in all the individual characteristics that added to her beauty, because that’s what she was Draco mused, she was beautiful.

He would have laughed out loud for the comparison but he was sure she must have been the embodiment of the muggle fairytale character Snow White, her pale white skin was a sharp contrast to her long dark wavy hair, her subtle but full pink lips looked so soft and feminine, not to mention inviting, her cheek bones had a pretty pink tint to them, though Draco inwardly recoiled with the feeling that her blush was more to do with anger that embarrassment, if her glittering dark eyes were anything to go by.

Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly as he continued his fleeting gaze of her. Draco was impressed with what he saw, she wasn’t what he usually went for, but she was by far one of the most beautiful witches he had ever come across, he had to admit. He only hoped that she weren’t some dumb chit that could barely hold a conversation, after all he would have to spend his life with her, if she at least had a personality it would make the transition easier, so he thought.

He waited patiently for an introduction, observing his soon to be wife as she shuffled under his scrutiny.

The room was full of tension as the five adults observed the interactions. Lucius glimpsed at his son, he could see that Draco was impressed with what he saw, and if he was honest he was himself. The witch was much more that he could have imagined, it was uncanny how she had the perfect balance of the Prince and Gregory family traits. The witch was by far the most becoming creature he had seen in several years, with the exception of his own wife, of course. Lucius was shocked in all honesty that his friend could create such a magnificent young woman, his friend wasn’t the most handsome wizard, but he had something, and he was very powerful and knowledgeable, of course the girl had the redeeming quality of her mother, Laura Gregory was a beautiful witch, she was an example of good breeding, but her daughter was a whole different league.

Lucius glance back to his best friend, who was also staring intently at the young girl, it was apparent that even Severus was trying to adapt to the change, to that fact that his daughter was actually here, that this day had finally happened.

Lucius cleared his throat for the second time that day, he wanted to get the proceedings started, this day had been eagerly awaited.

“Laura, My dear, it has been sometime, you look as beautiful as ever.” He said embracing Laura and placing a kiss on her knuckles chivalrously.

Laura gave a nervous laugh. “Lucius, as charming as always, have you met my husband, Richard?” she asked.

Lucius inclined his head in the direction of the sandy haired man, and gave a firm nod, which Richard returned.

“Severus, would you care to introduce us to your delightful daughter.” He said, finally looking back at Snape.

Draco shuffled slightly, his gaze still focus Hermione, whose eyes had never left him.

Snape pushed Draco toward the small gathering of people, until Draco was merely feet away from where Hermione was sat.

“Lucius, Draco…” Snape began, looking back at Hermione. “I would like to introduce Hermione Eleanor Prince nee Granger, my daughter.”

******

Draco’s eyes widened as he looked upon Hermione.

“Granger!” he spat out in bewilderment, his eyes never once leaving Hermione’s.

“Mr Malfoy I would appreciate it if you referred to my daughter by her given name, she is a Prince, not a Granger.” Snape said eying the blonde boy.

“But its…Granger. Granger is your daughter, my betrothed. Are you kidding me? She’s a Muggleborn!” he said exasperatedly, it was obvious that Draco had no idea about what was going on.

“Father?” Draco asked looking to his father for answers, Lucius simply sat in the chair that Dumbledore had transfigured for him, a small smile was on his face as he chuckled lightly, shocking the room.

“What is so funny, Mr Malfoy?” Hermione asked finally, tired of holding her tongue.

“My dear Girl, nothing is a matter as such, it’s just this meeting has answered so many queries I ever had about your character.” He said staring out of the window that overlooked the Quidditch pitch.

“How so?” she asked pouting her pink lips.

“Yes pray tell, Lucius, what do you mean?” Snape added staring at his best friend.

Lucius laughed again, all the attention on him.

“My friend, your daughter is by far one of the most powerful witches in the wizarding world. I have had the unfortunate pleasure to be on the receiving end of her wand, and her wrath. She is by far a very powerful and clever individual, I believe you are referred to as the brightest witch of your age, is that correct Miss Prince?” Lucius asked Hermione, Hermione blushed before nodding her head, which only caused Draco to roll his eyes.

“What is your point, Lucius?” Laura asked, not following where the man regal was going.

Lucius smiled to himself before answering.

“Miss Prince nee Granger has always been classed as a goody two shoes, a bookworm and a know it all. Names that even her biological father has referred to her over the years, what I find very amusing, is that two of these characteristics your daughter possesses, Severus, are ones that you possess yourself.”

Snape scowled at Lucius’s comment which only caused Lucius to chuckle again.

Lucius continued “I also find it very amusing that for the last seven years, Draco’s only real competition came in the form of your daughter and his betrothed. This to me confirms that they are going to be a couple to be reckoned with; they are indeed more than compatible. They will carry the Malfoy name, and will have very powerful heirs.” He said smirking.

Draco stood staring at Hermione; none of this was making sense to him at all, out of every witch in Hogwarts why did it have to be Hermione bloody Granger? His eyes travelled over her sitting form analysing the way she moved, the way she worried her lip in her perfectly straight white teeth and how she absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. He watched her intensely as he listened to his father speak about their future, about how their children would be powerful; he could picture it in his mind as his father continued.

Suddenly panic kicked in, he could picture it. Sure he had accepted that he was to be married off, he’d known that all his life, but he expected to end up in a loveless marriage, hating the person he married, but in his head he could picture a future with her, a happy future, a future that he didn’t hate. But he hated her, didn’t he?

He could feel himself becoming lost in his thoughts as image after image was sent hurling to the front of his mind. He could see him taking her (well he’d pictured that more times than he cared to remember), he could see them having a family and growing old together, but most of all he could picture himself falling for her.

Why wasn’t he fighting this? Why did he almost seem pleased with his match? That his betrothed was not only beautiful, and she was. But that she was also smart and powerful beyond belief. Draco suddenly felt that he had the better end of this marriage than she did.

Suddenly Draco found himself promising that he would make the most of this situation for the both of them, he had immediately dismissed any feelings of resentment that he had felt towards her instead he felt his body awash with a new lease of life, a new dimension of enthusiasm, he knew that Hermione Eleanor Prince was going to be a challenge, a challenge that had the most rewarding prize at the end… Her.

He knew that she wasn’t going to come to him easily, hell it was downright obvious what she thought about the arrangement, but he was going to make her want him, he was going to make it so that she came to him, he was going to make her beg to have him and then he’d give them both what they wanted.

He wanted her, he knew that, all she had to do was work out that she wanted him too.

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A/N: So we have chapter 3, a big thank you to everyone who has given such positive feedback, keep it coming, it helps me to write.

Dracoschick007: I’m glad you like it so far, I hope it goes somewhere you like.

LadyCandi: I’ve worked out where I want it to go, so I have a clear plot, yey for the bunnies.

Deathraven: I hope to keep you interested; there will be a few twists as always.

Hardygirl133: Snape as a dad is going to be interesting, let’s see how he changes, if he changes that it.

Colao: I will, I hope you like it.

Tinkerbabe7: I have it planned out, with twists of course, don’t want to make it too tedious and straight forward.

Angeles: I know I felt bad for Mr Granger, but Hermione has a heart, she wouldn’t just leave him.

Duckducknbear: I wanted to explore a different angle, give it a new edge, hopefully its something that people will like.

LadyFreak: I will try not to keep you hanging

Katiekrm: I would be mighty pissed if I were Hermione too, can you imagine living a lie? The wizard oath is between both her mother and Snape, so if she broke it they would both die. Maybe I should go back and clarify that.

Dracoschick007: How does Draco handle anything? The Malfoy way of course, if he wants something he gets it, using the most Slytherin of ways too.

Hardygirl133: Don’t worry there is more.

Let me know what you think so far.

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