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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Lucius was pissed. He wanted nothing more than to hex that Muggle to oblivion. How dare that… piece of trash make such accusation! He snarled as he turned a corner. After he had stormed out of the drawing room, Lucius had decided to walk the halls of the castle.

When Lucius had learned of Hermione’s heritage and inheritance, he had taken it upon himself to learn everything he could about her newfound possessions, particularly the fortress. Merlin had built it as an homage to Lady Nimue, the beautiful Lady of the Lake that had captured him. In fact, the castle had been named after her, which Lucius found just a bit strange. It was common practice among old bloodlines to label their properties a bit more bluntly. Malfoy Manor, Nott Estate, House Zabini… Éternel Nymue. There was no allusion to the Ambrosius name. No…

Lucius paused and shook his head. From his readings, Lucius learned that in spite of his grandeur, Merlin had been a humble man. The pureblood aristocrate didn’t understand it. Why remain in the shadows when you could stand out and show others just how wealthy you were ?

He continued walking. The late night stroll about the castle gave him a sense of peace, much like he had in his own manor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the castle’s ancient air. He felt at home, as though he was back at Malfoy Manor.

He stopped when he realized he had wandered further than he had anticipated. The sound of laughter filled the hall and he glanced about curiously, his eyes fixing on a well lit door at the end of the corridor. Curiosity caused him to take a closer look, to see who was up this late and what exactly they were up to.

The door was ajar and shadows danced merrily around it. Frowning, Lucius stepped closer and peeked inside. What he saw went straight to his groin.

Wearing little more than a camisole and a matching pair of boy shorts, Hermione Granger dancing happily about the kitchen, a wooden spoon in her hand that she was using as some sort of microphone. Her wild, bushy hair was even bigger than what Lucius had seen earlier that day. He had no idea what she was attempting to “sing” either. And she had some sort of music box sitting upon the counter with the worst sort of -- was that supposed to be music? -- Lucius had ever heard coming out of it. Of course, the sound did not quell his libido in the slightest and his grimaced at the hardening he was beginning to feel in his nether regions.

“Come on, Skippy,” the Muggle born giggled. “Sing with me!”

The house elf looked both frightened and amused as Hermione took her hand and attempted to dance with the little beast. “Mr. Draco would be most displeased, miss, if Skippy were to dance with you,” she said.

Hermione snorted. “Nonsense,” she laughed. “Draco is sleeping. He’s not coming down here. And there’s nothing wrong with dancing.”

The Gryffindor’s actions intrigued the pureblood. Typically, he would remain in his spot and watch as the events unfolded, but he was still a little sour from the argument he had had with Richard. Not to mention, Hermione just looked… delectable in her outfit. Perhaps if he tried…

Lucius wasn’t sure where he had gotten the sudden boldness from. It was late, most of the other occupants of the castle, if not all of them, were already sleeping. As Hermione turned her back to him, Lucius slithered quietly into the kitchen. He approached the girl from behind and touched her hip.

Gasping, Hermione twirled and came face to face with the Death Eater. Lucius gazed down at those large, liquid brown eyes and smirked. “If you like, my pet, I would be happy to dance with you,” he said softly.

She tried to break away, but he pulled her close, pressing his hand against her back and using his other hand to clasp hers. “Only, I’ve never danced to a song like this before. Care to teach me?” he asked, his silver eyes not leaving hers.

“I, uh,” Hermione stuttered. She tried to pull out of his arms again, to no avail. “I didn’t realize you were awake, Mr. Malfoy. Would you like for Skippy to get you something to drink?” the Muggle born questioned.

Lucius gaze down at their bodies, the closeness of them. “No, thank you, pet. I do believe I have already found a source of water that I would like to drink.”

Hermione’s face contorted. “Oh, you can’t be serious,” she groaned.

“Quite,” he replied.

The music, if you could call it that, continued to play as Hermione stepped out of Lucius’ embrace and moved away from him. With her back turned to him, she glared at the refrigerator, as though the fault belonged to the appliance.

Lucius was not going to leave her be, though. Raising a brow, he moved closer to her, the music playing as he placed a hand on her waist and began swaying to the beat. Hermione stiffened as Lucius pushed her hair out of his way with his free hand and dipped his head so his breath touched her neck teasingly. “Surely you wouldn’t deny my education, my pet,” he whispered seductively.

Of course, he already knew this dance, having done it several times before in the past. And if Hermione were to ever come to one of his parties, she would know this, however… “One dance,” she finally relented.

Lucius smiled devilishly as she turned around in his arms and began moving with him. He watched her as she closed her eyes as she got into the dance. Silently, he was rejoicing. Licking his lips, Lucius decided in that moment that he would taste her lips. Just one kiss.

His eyes snapped open and he stared up at the ceiling. The room was pitch dark and it took him a moment to realize where he was and to connect the dots. It was a dream.

Sitting up, he glanced beside himself to see his wife sleeping peacefully. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned. This had to stop and Lucius knew it.

Oh, he wasn’t worried about what his son might do to him or what others would think were they ever to find out. He didn’t even really care if his wife knew he was having wet dreams about his future daughter-in-law, nor what the Grangers would think if they knew just how much he was obsessing over their daughter.

What did concern him was Hermione. She wasn’t fully bonded with Draco. Until she married the boy, she still had a chance of walking away, though no one knew that, of course. Not even Narcissa knew about that small little clause within the Malfoy family. Malfoy fathers made certain to keep that part secret until their sons married. Only after such a marriage would happen would father divulge the secret to their son.

If Hermione were to choose to walk out, bonding rituals or no, she could still do so as long as she and Draco have not exchanged wedding vows. It would severally fuck up Draco’s chances for the rest of his life, but the option was still there none the less. Only one woman had ever attempted to walk away from a Malfoy once he set his eyes on her and she still ended up giving in in the end.

No. Lucius had to can these dreams, these… delusions. Hermione did not belong to him. She belonged to Draco and it was Draco that she was going to marry. Now, once they were married… Well, that was a different story.

Lucius gazed about the room. He was still furious about how much the Muggle was able to guess about his thoughts and perversions. Lucius was usually able to hide his emotions much better than that. He sighed. What was it about that girl that made him lose all manner of decorum? What did she do to make him forget himself? He needed to put an end to it. He could not slip up and fuck things up for Draco. They were just too close to having a descendant of Merlin in their bloodline.

Sighing, Lucius lay back down and toyed with the idea of arousing Narcissa for a bit of late night tussle in the sheets. He had done it before. Not due to thoughts of Hermione, but she wasn’t the first person he had desired, though she was the first that he could not have. He turned onto his side, away from his wife. No. For the first time in his life, Lucius felt truly sordid. If he couldn’t have Hermione, having someone else while thinking about her, even if it’s his own wife, felt… wrong. It was an odd feeling, one that he felt he needed to mull over, one that would not be fixed with sex.

He had to figure out a way to get out of this mess.

(II)(II)

“Where’s Hermione and Draco?” Ginny asked as she tugged off her towel to reveal a blue bikini Harry had bought for her for this trip.

The castle had been renovated and updated. The large fountain in the gardens had been transformed into an in-ground swimming pool, among other tweaks that were given to Éternel Nymue. Blaise and Padma were already in the pool, floating near the deep end, while Pansy lounged in a chair, sunbathing. Theo and Luna had learned how to use some water guns that Harry had brought and were currently shooting each other and laughing. When Ginny posed the question, Theo lowered his gun to look at her. Raising his sunglasses, he waved the gun at the castle. “Ol’ Lucius and Remus have both of them in the study,” he told her. “They’re teaching them about the castle finances and what they have to look forward to.”

Ginny frowned. “So, they’re working,” she surmised. She sighed. “I thought the whole point of inviting us to come here as well was so that they could relax with their friends.”

“They’ll come out here soon enough, Weasley,” Pansy droned as she rubbed some potion into her leg. “It’s all about priorities. Hermione just inherited a huge responsibility. If she’s not careful, all of this,” she waved a hand at the grounds and castle, “could easily disappear. I mean, take Gregory and Vincent, for example. There was a time when the Goyles and Crabbes were nearly as rich as the Malfoys. Somewhere along the way, however, they ended up losing most of their wealth and now…”

“They still have more money than most people in the Wizarding World,” Ginny argued. “Neither Crabbe nor Goyle are by any means poor.”

“They might as well be,” Theo said as he took a seat next to Pansy.

Luna walked up and looked at her betrothed. “Oh. We’re done?” she asked.

The Slytherin glanced at her and smiled. He lifted his arm to indicate that she join him on the chair, which she did. He turned his attention back to Ginny. “Look. I know it’s hard to understand, and you’re probably right. Gregory and Vincent will not have to work nearly as hard as some folks when they graduate. But compare that to what their families had before. There was a time when the idea of working at all was laughable at best for either of them. Not anymore.”

Blaise broke his floating to join the rest of the group. Grabbing a towel, he draped it over his neck. “If their families hadn’t been so keen on joining the Dark Lord, they never would have lost their wealth,” he pointed out.

“My father joined the Dark Lord. Both times. And we’re still classified as wealthy. We didn’t have to downsize nearly as much as the Goyles or Crabbes did,” Theo said.

Blaise gave him a bored look. “That’s because your father was smart enough to sign over the Nott wealth to you shortly after the Dark Lord returned,” he drawled. “No one’s going to go after children of Death Eaters. Or at least Shacklebolt isn’t. He knows you had nothing to do with what your father did. And, furthermore, you’ve made massive donations towards rebuilding and St. Mungo’s right after the war ended. And you returned to Hogwarts to repeat your final year. And you helped rebuild it both before the school year and during. Shacklebolt loves you, Theo. You’re like his… Ambassador for Change. His perpetual lapdog and proof that rehabilitation works.”

Theo snorted. “Ugh. That just sounds gross, Zabini. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He shuddered. “Bloody hell. Look. I am not Shacklebolt’s lapdog. And I can’t be proof that rehabilitation works because there was never anything to rehabilitate. I’m just a normal guy trying to do his part in the world.”

“It’s okay, Theodore,” Luna said as she leaned against him. “There’s nothing wrong with Shacklebolt liking you. You’re a good guy. Sweet and kind, too.”

Theo raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “Watch it,” he warned. “This gun is still loaded.”

She answered with a peck on his cheek.

“So, Hermione’s getting lessons from Daddy Warbucks,” Harry said dully. “No offense to the Malfoys or anything, but how do we know he’s not simply trying to figure out a way to screw her over in the end in some way?”

They all looked at the Gryffindor in confusion. “Who’s ‘Daddy Warbucks’?” Theo asked.

Pansy shooed the question away with a shake of her head. “Not important, Theo,” she spat. She glared at Harry. “Better question: what makes you think Lucius Malfoy will do something to fuck her over?”

Harry shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. He hates Muggles, which has been proven time and again over the years from his backwards politics. He hates the poor, as proven by how abysmal he’s been towards the Weasley’s for as long as I’ve known him. Oh, and he’s a Death Eater.”

Pansy sat up at that moment and took her sunglasses off to glare at the messy haired boy. “For starters, Potter, he deflected during this last war, in case you’ve forgotten,” she growled. She snapped her fingers. “Oh, wait, you actually defended him in court because he deflected. As for his dislike of Muggles, can you blame him? You do not know what it’s like growing up in a pureblood home, particularly one like ours. Blood purity and dislike towards Muggles is pounded into us from the moment we are conceived. Most of us have never even met Muggles before. In fact, Granger’s parents are the first Muggles I have ever met. The closest many of us come to is the Muggle borns we meet in school and the idea that they are subhuman compared to us is already so ingrained into our skulls it can be difficult to look past it.”

“Sirius Black and Andromeda Tonks both did,” Harry argued.

“And they were both stricken from their family tree for doing so,” Theo said. “If it weren’t for the fact that Sirius Black had been the last living male Black, he probably never would have inherited anything before he died. Or, rather, if Regulus had lived.”

“Regulus had turned his back on the ideal that Muggles were bad,” Luna chimed.

Blaise shook his head as Theo gave her a patient look. “No, Luna. That’s a beautiful story, but the only reason Regulus turned away from the Dark Lord was because the Dark Lord had threatened his house elf,” Theo corrected her gently.

“The point is,” Pansy interrupted loudly. She hated when people started talking when she was talking. “Lucius’ hatred towards Muggles comes from years of being told he should hate Muggles. And Muggles don’t really give him any reasons to like them, either. We may not know them personally, but we do keep up with what’s going on in the Muggle World. Especially if there are wars or whatever. Muggles can be extremely cruel, and are known to destroy their own kind by the thousands for no other reason than one group of Muggles worships a different god than the other. “As for the Weasleys, well… I don’t know the story behind that.”

“I don’t think even Lucius does, to be honest,” Blaise commented as Padma joined him. “Granted, he probably could tell you why he doesn’t like the Weasleys at this point in time, sure, but that’s a feud that goes back generations.”

“My dad told me once that even Merlin himself couldn’t get the Malfoys and Weasleys to get along,” Ginny said softly, agreeing with the Slytherin.

Theo sighed as he leaned back in his chair, taking Luna with him. “Just look at this place, Potter. Lucius would be barking mad to try to sabotage Hermione. Besides, he benefits a great deal to remain in Hermione’s good graces. She’s the heiress to a fortune that will make Draco even wealthier than he ever could have hoped to be, and she is the last descendant of a nearly forgotten bloodline. She’s coveted by nearly every blooming Wizarding bloke in all of the United Kingdom and, quite possibly, the world. He would be mad to do anything to mess that up for his son and family. In fact, I wouldn’t doubt it if he were in there now, trying to convince her to allow him and his wife to move into this castle with her and Draco.”

“Is that good enough for the Boy Who Lived?” Pansy asked, sneering at the title.

Harry stared at her for a moment. “For now,” he replied.

Theo slapped his thigh. “Thank Merlin,” he said. “Now, who the bloody hell is Daddy Warbucks?”

(III)(III)

Lucius poured himself another brandy as Remus tutored Hermione about her new assets. The three of them, along with Draco, had been at it since breakfast, pouring over what exactly Hermione had and getting all her paperwork in order. Narcissa and Jean had taken Richard with them to go shopping for household things and clothing. Thankfully, Hermione trusted her mother enough to know her tastes, though Lucius was certain the girl would simply transfigure what she didn’t like.

“Father, help me understand something,” Draco said, drawing Lucius from his thoughts.

The patron took a pull from his brandy and turned to his son. “What is it?” he asked as he leaned lightly against the table.

Draco held up a piece of parchment idly with one hand while pushing some others with his other hand. “If my calculations are correct, it looks as though Hermione pretty much owns the town nearby, but that can’t be right. Merlin’s been dead for centuries and there’s no way that property would not have been sold since then.”

Lucius frowned as Hermione and Remus glanced up at the boy from their spot on the floor where they were pouring over old tomes and documents. Placing his tumbler on the table, Lucius approached his son to see what he was talking about. He browsed through the parchments and Draco’s notes with a critical eye. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he breathed after a few minutes. “I think you’re missing something, son. Check your calculations again.”

Draco groaned. “I’ve already checked them about four times,” he whined.

Lucius glared at his son. “So. Check them again,” he ordered.

“Remus and I are still going through the historical documents of this place,” Hermione informed them. “I haven’t seen anything about any towns, but if there are, I’m sure we’ll find it here.”

“I haven’t seen this town you speak of, Draco. Those papers you’re holding, do they say anything about it aside from owning it?” Remus asked curiously.

Draco sighed. “That depends. I’m sure the town is different now, but what’s written here shows a small town with a population of about 5,000 people, give or take. And a shitload of farmland.”

“Well, that would make sense,” Hermione surmised, earning a funny look from her betrothed. She shrugged. “I’m just saying, look at Malfoy Manor. Most old Wizarding families owned a lot of property. They were lords and had farmland and at least a town or two where people would build a life, living on what their lords would provide. I’m sure, in its day, even Malfoy Manor was connected to the nearby town and they depended upon the Malfoys as much as you did them. It’s shown time and again in history and through literature.”

“We don’t own any towns,” he argued.

Hermione looked at Lucius Malfoy. “Cramberk, established in 1308,” she pointed out as she sat up straight. “Is it not still owned by the Malfoys?”

Lucius held back a smirk. Merlin, she was beautiful when she spouted facts. “It was owned by the Malfoys,” he admitted. “Until 1542 when our ancestors decided to give the town to the people and begin focusing on our own estate and become the leading producer of potions and potion making equipment and herbs.”

Hermione nodded. “But the people still look to Malfoy Manor,” she pointed out. “And, when Voldemort returned, many of them sided with the Malfoys, if not Voldemort himself. The people of Cramberk were terrified of what would happen if the Malfoys died off. No doubt they still are.”

Draco’s frown deepened. He had forgotten about Cramberk, though more importantly, he had forgotten how much Hermione’s Know-it-All attitude could irritate him. “Regardless,” he snapped, a bit harsher than he had intended, “if my calculations are correct, Éternel Nymue still owns this town.”

Hermione stood up and walked over to the desk Draco sat at and began scrutinizing his work for herself. She was wearing commoner clothing, a pair of jean shorts and a spaghetti string top in light pink. Lucius wanted to rip her top off of her just so he could watch her boobs bounce. He glanced at the desk, looking for Draco’s wand.

He quickly shook his head. Even if Draco wouldn’t reach his wand quickly enough, which, unfortunately, he probably would, there were too many people in here. Remus, Lucius knew, always kept his wand within easy reach and would be able to draw it with a snap if need be.

“You should still check again, Draco,” Lucius told his son. “And while you and Hermione do that, Remus and I can search for any documents there might be on this town.”

“Lucius is right,” Hermione murmured as she joined Draco at the desk. Her brow furrowed, and she looked up at the older Pureblood. “Even if Ambrosius still owned this town, I do not understand… how? I mean, the family name itself died years ago and there hasn’t been a magical descendant until me. So, I don’t understand…” she glanced at Remus and her eyes widened. “You don’t think the elves would have continued to run things in the absence of the family?”

Draco snorted. “You’re delusional, princess,” he laughed. At her sour look, he raised an eyebrow. “Elves follow the commands of their masters.”

“And if the last Wizarding descendant of Merlin ordered them to continue business as usually until the next descendant took over, then why wouldn’t they?” she questioned. “The one thing that has always fascinated me about the Wizarding community is how stupid you believe creatures who are not like you are! I mean, elves are pretty damn smart in their own right, even if they speak broken English. Look at what Dobby accomplished in his short lifetime.”

“My pet, are you suggesting that a band of house elves educated themselves enough to trade and care for a town on their own?” Lucius inquired, amused at the idea.

Hermione sighed. “Is it really that unbelievable?” she countered. “Even after Regulus died, Kreacher held on to the locket and continued to try to find a way to destroy it until Mundungus Fletcher stole it. Elves, especially those who are loyal to their ‘masters’, would continue to obey them even after death.”

Remus snapped his fingers. “I have an idea,” he said as he unfolded his legs and used the table next to him to help him stand. “Why don’t you just call Skippy and ask her?”

“Splendid idea,” Lucius commented, and the werewolf looked at him curiously.

Hermione nodded. “Alright. Skippy!” she called, though she was unsure…

With a loud crack, the house elf appeared and smiled at Hermione. “Mistress Hermione Granger called?” she asked, her large bat like ears perked happily as she gazed at the Muggle born with complete adoration.

“Oh, I really wish you wouldn’t call me ‘Mistress’,” the Gryffindor said, giving the elf a sigh. “Um, Skippy, we’ve been going through these records and… well. Did the Ambrosius’s own a town by chance?”

The elf gazed at the witch, tilting her head to the side a bit. “There’s a Wizarding town just south of here,” she told them. “Master Merlin never owned it, though, miss. He owned the land, of course, and encouraged wizards to move there, where they could live in peace without Muggle interference.”

“But he never owned any of the town?” Hermione pressed.

The elf shook her head. “Just the land, but he did ask those who lived there to pay him rent.”

“And you still collect?” Draco asked in disbelief.

Skippy gave him a confused look. “Of course, Mister Draco Malfoy, sir. We always collected for Master Merlin because he was always so busy with other things, and his son after him, too. So, we elves were left with the collecting.”

The three wizards looked at the little elf in amazement as Hermione was struck dumbfounded. “So, you’ve been collecting money from the townspeople since Merlin?” she questioned.

The elf nodded, though her bewilderment seemed to grow. “It’s what young Master Frances had wanted,” she said as if that explained everything.

“Young Master Frances?” Draco questioned.

The elf bowed her head solemnly. “The last Wizard descendant for a long time. Master Frances asked us to make sure this fortress was ready for our new Master or Mistress when they arrived. He said his sister wasn’t magical, and as such, could not inherit, but that one day there will be a descendant of Merlin who will be born magical, because the magic will never die completely. Master Merlin was far too powerful for that.” She gazed at Hermione in wonder. “And then she came! You is proud, Miss Hermione? Proud of what we house elves have done for you?”

Hermione wanted to weep. If the elf was correct, then she was wealthier than she had originally imagined when she had heard about the inheritance. Though, money never did impress the Muggle born much. “How did the townspeople not rebel?” she asked in wonder as she glanced at Draco.

“Because there’s no account for inflation,” the Slytherin told her. “The elves have been charging the people the same exact amount for centuries. Which means that they’ve been harvesting the land for pennies.”

“Not pennies,” Skippy argued with a disgruntled look. She jumped onto the desk and shuffled through the papers Draco had been working diligently on. “There was inflation, too. Master Frances told us there would be, so we made sure to adjust pricing accordingly.” Finding what she was looking for, the house elf pulled out a sheet of yellowed parchment and handed it to the wizard.

Draco stared at it, his brow raised. The chart was rudimentary at best and… “How am I supposed to make sense of this?” he demanded.

Lucius stepped behind his son to look at the parchment. Inwardly, he groaned. “It’s Latin,” he told his son. “And runes. It’s easy enough to understand if you know the languages.”

Hermione took the parchment and glanced over it herself. “It’s a chart,” she confirmed, “written in Latin with the use of ancient runes.” She looked at her husband-to-be. “You are in Ancient Runes with me. How do you not know what it says?”

Draco did not want to admit the truth, that he had spent most of his time in class distracted and attempting to distract Hermione. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to pass the class with an Outstanding. He rubbed his eyes. “I’m exhausted, okay? We’ve been at it for hours, and my eyes are starting to bug out.”

“So, let’s take a break. It’s about lunch time anyway,” Remus suggested.

Lucius turned to the house elf. “Skippy, prepare us a lunch that we may share with our friends and family in the dining hall,” he ordered. “We’re feeling a bit peaky and I’m sure they are as well.”

Skippy spared a glance to Hermione. At the witch’s nod, the elf Apparated with a crack.

Hermione cast a grateful smile at Lucius as Draco stood and offered her his arm. If he could, Lucius would capture that smile and bottle it, so he could keep it forever. He closed his eyes momentarily. Priorities, Lucius.

(IV)(IV)

Harry stared at his best friend in awe. The group of people sat at the dinner table eating their lunches, many of them still wearing their swimsuits. It had been a beautiful day outside, and Harry, for one, couldn’t wait to get back to the pool. Hermione’s newest reveal astounded him, however.

“So, you own a town, too?” he asked

“No,” she replied. “Just the land that it’s built upon. And I intend to give that to the people who live there.”

The Pureblood Slytherins gaped at the witch. “Are you mad?” Draco demanded. “You can’t just give them the land.”

Hermione scowled. “Why not? It’s my land to do with as I please,” she told him.

“It’s mine, too,” he protested as he dropped his sandwich onto his plate.

She shook her head, her frown deepening. “No, it’s not,” she argued glaring at him. “We are not married yet, Draco, or have you forgotten? And until we do marry, my property is my own, not yours. And I think the townspeople have paid me more than enough to rightfully gain ownership of that land.”

“Perhaps, my pet, it would be prudent to wait to do that until you’ve secured a better source of income,” Lucius stated as he returned his attention to his own food.

Hermione slapped her hand on the table. “How long do you want me to wait, Lucius? My ancestors have already robbed from these people enough to make me rich beyond my wildest dreams. I don’t need the money or the added stress. It will be better for us all if I were to just hand the land over to the people who have be using it for far longer than I have been alive,” she said.

“You’re not technically robbing from them, though,” Blaise pointed out. “You own the land. Therefore, you’re simply charging them for the right to use it. That’s not robbing. That’s business.”

Hermione sighed. “I don’t need it. Merlin, from what we know, I have enough money that, if I choose, I don’t ever have to work a day in my life! And we don’t even know what we have on this property yet. I mean, the land that is connected to this castle, we could utilize it to expand Malfoy Industries. Maybe even provide jobs for the people in that town and begin paying them back for what they’ve given me.”

Draco’s bitter expression became intrigued. “Why would you wish to expand Malfoy Industries here?” he asked, suddenly not as stressed over the idea of Hermione handing over the land the town rested upon.

Hermione stared at him, her eyebrows raised. “Are you serious?” she questioned. “Don’t be stupid, Draco. I’m going to be a Malfoy soon, won’t I? It would be better for us if we expanded the company. Perhaps some of the land here can be turned into greenhouses for plants and herbs needed for potions. Or we could build warehouses and manufactories where we can build potion equipment.”

“You’ve won the genetic lottery, Malfoy,” Theo said, leaning close to his friend to whisper it into his ear.

Ginny started giggling suddenly and they looked at her. The redhead patted her boyfriend’s arm, trying to calm down her laughter. “Oh, God, Hermione,” she said through her tears of laughter. “I just thought of something.”

Hermione frowned while she glanced at her friend. Ginny continued, “Ron’s probably shitting himself internally, or at least he will when he learns exactly how much he lost by cheating. Oh, this is the best revenge blowjob you’ve ever done, Hermione.”

Luna smiled serenely as Theo joined in Ginny’s laughter. Draco smirked at the idea and leaned forward. “Well, it’s not like your brother deserved her, Ginger. Can you imagine what would have happened if she had found out about this while they were dating?” he shuddered. “I perish the thought.”

“She wouldn’t have,” Lucius commented as he took a sip of his wine.

The two Gryffindor females looked at him curiously. “Why not?” Ginny asked.

He shrugged. “I would have had no reason to dig into her family, now, would I have? The only reason Miss Granger has this castle now is because Draco had become interested in her and I started searching into her family line. Had he not, and had I not done so, the line would have been forgotten. No one would have spoken of it and your brother would have remained as poor and decrepit as he is now.”

“Ron’s not decrepit,” Ginny said, defending her brother a bit.

“No?” Lucius questioned. “Are you certain? The boy had, quite possibly, one of his best chances in life given to him on a golden platter by none other than the Gryffindor princess and he traded it for a harlot and child. And when Miss Granger had forgiven him of his discretion, even welcomed him into her home, he spat at her and allowed the harlot to speak disrespectfully to her.”

“Hermione’s not innocent in this, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry pointed out. “She didn’t have to lie to Lavender about the baby.”

“What idiot takes the word of her boyfriend’s ex over actual research? Salazar’s balls, Potter, I don’t think there is a person at this table who believed abortion could kill a woman!” Draco sneered as he sat back, draping a lazy arm over Hermione’s shoulders. “Hell, she could have simply asked you about it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Hermione is the brightest witch of our age,” he said, repeating the common moniker. “And Lavender trusted her. Why would she think Hermione would lie?”

Draco touched his chin in thought. “Let me think,” he said as he tapped his lips with a finger. “Dumbledore’s Army, Dumbledore’s secret weapon that’s hidden in the forest… Oh, and isn’t Rita Skeeter an unregistered Animangus? Not only did Hermione keep her secret, but she kept the little bug-eyed snoop imprisoned in a jar for a year. Brown knew Granger was vindictive. I mean, the girl lived with her in a dormitory for five bloody years! It’s her own fault for being so dense. Honestly, Weasley deserves the trollop.”

“You don’t seem upset over the outcome,” Harry pointed out tartly.

Draco snorted. “Why would I be?” he asked. “Granger and I belong together. Only an idiot would think otherwise.”

“Well…” Theo commented. Draco shot him a look and the raven-haired Slytherin smirked. “Did you just call Weasley an idiot just moments ago?”

Draco chuckled. “You’re right, Nott,” he admitted as he picked up his drink.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” Hermione asked as she glanced at her betrothed.

Draco nodded. “Of course, princess.” He sighed as he put his drink back down and sat up. “Look. I don’t agree with you wanting to hand the land over to the townspeople, but I understand why you want to. And, if we renovate this land here, as you suggested, we could turn a major profit in the long run, I believe.”

“And it will give jobs to the people who live in the town, thereby boosting the economy here,” Hermione pointed out. She looked at Lucius as he took the last bite of his sandwich. “What do you think, Lucius?” she asked.

His eyes met her as he chewed his food, never one to talk with his mouth full. He took another pull of his wine, washing the food down, and dabbed his mouth with his napkin. Like the proper Pureblood he was, Lucius folded his napkin and placed it beside his empty plate before addressing his future daughter. “I think it’s a marvelous plan, my pet. Quite ingenious, really. I know someone who can come and survey the land for you, to see what, if anything, you can do with it.”

Hermione beamed. “Thank you,” she replied as she turned to finish the rest of her own meal.

“Will you and Draco join us at the pool, Hermione?” Ginny asked.

The Muggle born glanced at her friend. “I don’t…”

Pansy interrupted her. “Oh, please, Granger,” she snapped, speaking for the first time. “You’ve been up there working since daybreak. You have all summer to go through it, too. You’re young. Lupin and Mr. Malfoy can take care of whatever it is you’re doing. You and Draco should come and join us.”

“She’s right,” the werewolf admitted. “Lucius and I can go through those documents and sort them out. Once we get them sorted, we’ll know what we’re working with and how best to help you.”

“But…” she started, only to be interrupted again.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Draco piped in. “It’s summertime. We should be having fun.”

Pansy laughed. “Yeah, maybe we can finally get you tanned, Draco.”

“Doubtful,” Theo snarked. “I honestly think he’s part vampire.”

“I can’t help it if I was born perfect,” the blond said as he stood up.

Blaise and Theo both snorted as Luna threaded her arm through Draco’s. “Harry showed Theodore and I these water things that you fill with water and you shoot people with,” she told him. “They’re a lot of fun.”

“Uh…,” Draco stammered as he looked helplessly at his friend. “Hey, Nott. Come get your girl.”

“You look cute together,” Padma commented as she stood up as well.

“They look related,” Pansy said with a roll of her eyes.

Hermione sighed as she looked at the two adults. Lucius waved a hand towards the group of teenagers. “Go ahead, my pet. We have it covered on this end,” he assured her.

She looked at them hesitantly for a moment longer before turning and joining her friends. Pulling Draco’s arm out of Luna’s, she kissed his cheek.

Lucius and Remus watched the teenagers as they left. Lucius sighed. “Is it just me, or do they get suppler the older we get?” he mused aloud.

Remus glanced at the older man. “Didn’t you just win a case involving a minor?” he asked.

Lucius glanced at the werewolf and sniffed. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything. Gazing at delectable strumpets does not equate to having carnal relations with them.”

“True,” Remus decided, looking at the Pureblood. “But it can lead to such if you aren’t careful. That’s not really a road any of us wish to go down.”

Lucius licked his lips. “Speak for yourself,” he said as he turned to head back to the study. “We have much more work to be done, Lupin. Best not dally.”

Uncertain, the werewolf followed the former Death Eater. It seemed to him that Lucius would need to be watched more closely. It was obvious the Death Eater was… interested in one of the girls. This, Remus knew, was dangerous, and he feared for the safety of the girls.

(V)(V)

Hermione laughed as she ran across the grass, trying to get away from the onslaught of Draco’s water pistol. As he caught up to her, she covered her head and screamed, laughing as he pommeled her with water. “I got you!” he shouted in victory as he sprayed her with the pistol. “After 6 years, I finally beat Hermione Granger!”

“No!” she yelled as she pointed her own gun at him and fired at him aimlessly. It was hard to see where she was pointed when she kept her head covered.

“Never!” she denied him as she stopped squirting him and let him continue to attack her. There was only so much water the guns could hold, she knew. And soon, he would run out.

What neither of them knew was that Luna and Theo had jinxed the guns, so the water would continue to fill automatically. They had done that because they didn’t want to keep having to go to the pool to refill them. However, when Draco did not run out of water, like Hermione was waiting for, she took a new tactic.

Laughing, she pushed him away and lifted her gun up enough to squirt him. “There’s something wrong with these guns!” she shouted at him as she danced away.

Draco chuckled. “What? That I’m actually winning?” he teased as he chased her around a garden table. “You remember I’m a Seeker, right?” he warned as he jumped over the table and threw himself onto her.

She screamed as they fell onto the ground. Loose grass stuck to their swimsuit clad bodies and they landed with him on top of her. Breathless, Hermione giggled, but she didn’t try to push him off.

They abandoned their water guns as Draco dipped his head and kissed her passionately on the lips. She wrapped her tired arms around his neck as she lifted a leg to drape around his waist. They didn’t know where the others were. They didn’t care. Later, Hermione would blush in embarrassment to learn that Harry had gotten worried when he heard her scream and had come looking for them only to find them snogging in the garden.

For now, though, all she cared about was Draco and the way she felt being wrapped around him. The whole world could be thrown into chaos, and it wouldn’t matter to her so long as he continued to kiss her. She felt his hardness press against her and she broke the kiss in a gasp. “Draco!” she breathed.

He smirked against her skin as he trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck. “I dare you to have sex with me here, princess,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling the curve of her neck.

“Draco, anyone can walk in on us,” she told him.

He looked up and quirked a brow at her. “So,” he said as he pressed his cock more firmly against her. “This is your property. Your castle, your land. What are they going to do?”

Her heart was racing as she looked up at him. She licked her lips. “Ok,” she breathed.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Seriously?”

She nodded. He wasn’t about to question her further. He reached down between them to release himself from his trousers. Pushing aside the slip of cloth that covered her pussy, he thrust into her. Her mouth popped open in a shocked gasp as she arched her back at getting filled. She dug her nails into his back as he began pumping into her. He kissed her throat, sucking her skin into his mouth before releasing it. He sped up as he panted.

“Draco,” she cried as she tried to move with him.

His kiss was light as he focused on driving his cock into her. “I love you, Hermione,” he whispered as she pushed his wet hair out of his face.

She kissed his lips. “I love you, too,” she told him. “Draco, please. I’m almost there.” Tears ran freely and unchecked from her face. “Harder.”

He gave her a small smile as he did as she bid, fucking her hard, pumping his cock as deep inside her as he could. She was fully and completely his and he was ecstatic. They both shouted as they came. He collapsed, his body moving slightly off of her, so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight.

“We should do this again sometime,” he panted.

She laughed. “Oh, yes. Let’s just make sure we have an audience next time,” she replied sarcastically.

He rested his weight on his elbows and looked down at her. “Yeah?” he questioned. “Maybe we will. Slytherin welcome back party. We can show them all how much we are in love.”

She snorted and slapped him on the back. “You are such a prat!” she laughed.

“But I’m your prat,” he pointed out, he kissed her nose.

Hermione smiled wide. “Yes, you are,” she agreed. “And maybe one day we’ll make it officially permanent.”

“Maybe?”

She giggled. “Teasing you is just too easy, my prince,” she told him. “Now, let me up. Our friends will be looking for us soon if we aren’t careful.”

He gave her a mock glare for a moment longer before smiling. Pushing himself off the ground, he stood and then helped her up. He kissed her on the lips again and their retrieved their guns.

Lucius quickly hid behind an arch, effectively hiding himself as they passed him. He held his breath until he was certain they were gone. Closing his eyes, he tried to block out the memory.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on them. He had gone back to the study to try to drown his thoughts of Miss Granger with work. Helping Lupin go through the piles of documents should have worked. But he simply couldn’t stop thinking of her. So, he decided to take a walk in the gardens, thinking a bit of fresh air. He hadn’t expected to see his son fucking Miss Granger in the garden. Her moans were branded into his mind like an annoying song chorus. Only, she wasn’t annoying. Her cries of estacy was music to his ears.

He punched the archway in frustration, snapping it in two. Flowers floated onto the ground as Lucius hung his head. He leaned against a tree trunk as he pressed his bruised knuckles against his mouth. How was he supposed to stop fantasizing about her when he kept running into things like that? And her moans…. He groaned.

He needed to do something and soon.
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