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Dragon's Bride	By : ladyw Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: I have to admit that this isn't the NC-17 chapter either and that it will take some chapters to get to the part of the story where the high rating will come into play. So you have to be either patient or stop reading now.

"Malfoy, what are you doing in my bed?"

Hermione had jumped out of the bed, like she had found a poisonous snake in it, which all things considered was quite close to the truth.

Said Malfoy continued to recline on the bed in a relaxed pose, head propped up on his right hand, the eternal smug look in place. "Darling," he said in a sugary sweet voice Hermione hated, "you should get used to it. This is the face you are going to wake up for the rest of your life." And upon seeing Hermione apparent horror when she realized that 'the rest of her life' wasn't an empty threat, he added: "I am sure you cannot wait for the rest of your life to begin."

Draco stood up and closed in on Hermione: "I have wonderful news for you then. I have spoken with the Dark Lord and he agreed that there is no reason to wait for the unification of the illustrious house of Malfoy with the less illustrious, yet ridiculously wealthy house of Brown." He was whispering in Hermione's ear now, her eyes were burning with unshed tears as she tried not to shake with fear and disgust to feel Draco Malfoy -- the Draco Malfoy, Amazing Bouncing Ferret, Death Eater and the slimiest creature to ever crawl out of the Slytherin dungeons -- breathing on her cheek. "Hermione," he added, still whispering, nearly tasting her skin, "in three days time, nothing will ever be able to harm you. As the wife of Draco Malfoy, conqueror of Hogwarts you'll be protected and safe."

"Three days?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You mean the wedding is in three days?"

Draco took a step back and smiled at her the same indulgent way one might smile at a particularly obnoxious, cute child: "That's what I said, didn't I?"

'Breathe, girl, breathe,' thought Hermione to herself, 'pull yourself together, you are stronger than this.'

With renewed vigor she looked Draco directly into the eyes and said: "No. That's not what you said. You made a few vague promises about my safety and continued to brag about your brave... wait, no perfidious deed that was probably to manipulate the wardens of Hogwarts."

Draco still smiled his superior, smug smile: "That's exactly why I want you to be the mother of my children." Hermione's eyes went wide open in shock. "No one else would have guessed from so little information how Hogwarts was taken. You however..." He smiled even more indulgently and in a (what Hermione thought was) a disturbingly dreamily manner; but just when Hermione found her voice back to tell him what exactly she thought of ever having to bear Malfoy children, he stopped smiling and his face became dark and threatening.

"However I do not want my fiancee to use this kind of tone with me, neither now nor after we married. That means *ever*, dear. If I ever find you replying to me in such fashion again, you'll be punished."

Hermione, not being sorted into Gryffindor for nothing, refused to be intimidated by vague threats of punishment, said: "Oh what are you going to do? No pudding? Refuse to give me Floo Powder to let me talk to my friends? The Cruciatus curse?" She laughed hollowly. "You can't punish me, Draco Malfoy. You cannot threaten me anymore. I've lost already everything I loved, I do not fear death or pain or hunger. Nothing you could possibly dish out, can hurt me."

Draco lost his cool facade for a moment. He knew, she was right. In this very moment, there weren't many things he could successfully threaten her with. But a Malfoy is never going to be intimidated by the prospect of not finding a suitable punishment. Dishing out suitable and unsuitable (for the victim at least) punishments is in their blood and when Draco looked at proudly defiant face of the Gryffindor mudblood, he knew immediately the right one.

"Undress!"

Hermione did a double-take. "Un... undress?"

"Are you deaf? Or have you forgotten how to use your nose. You smell ripe. Have you slept in those clothes?" Draco's tone was getting mean. "Surely you have slept in those clothes. So are the rumors about your..." he hesitated for a moment and continued in a quieter tone," ...kind true then? Do you all sleep in pigsties and wash only once a year?"

Hermione was enraged: "You nasty, little ferret! How dare you to speak like this about my family and kind. You know what? Even if those rumors were true, *my* kind at least has some morals. They wouldn't kill hundreds of children just to invade a stupid, old castle."

Draco smiled sardonically: "Wouldn't they? You are underestimating your kind here. They have and did and they still would and they did it first. We only copied them."

His muggleborn fiancee was flustered, for once she didn't know what to say. "But..." she started.

"Undress, sweetheart," Draco continued in the saccharine tone Hermione had quickly learned to despise. "You still haven't started. Or should I help with those buttons?"

The ex-head girl considered her options. Running wasn't one, doing what he proposed wasn't either. That left only an outright refusal. "No. I won't do it."

"So you refuse," he asked. Hermione nodded. "You really want to risk my wrath? Aren't you afraid?"

"Your wrath," she laughed bitterly, "what's to fear about it?"

Draco wasted no time to show her what exactly was there to fear. He whipped out his wand and said: "Petrificus Totalus."

Hermione froze, only her eyes could still move, and with all their might they accused Draco of cheating in this battle of wits and threats. But Draco didn't looked to long into her eyes, he started slowly and methodically to un-button her robes. He then proceeded to take off the tunic she wore under the robes, when he reached for the hooks of her bra, Hermione's eyes had turned from being accusatory into downright panic. By the time he pulled her panties down her legs, they had turned into an expression of mortification. Never in her life before Hermione had felt so exposed.

Her tormentor however hadn't even batted an eyelash about seeing her in the nude. He had treated her like a window-dresser would have treated a mannequin. His hands and eyes didn't linger, he treated her like a duty and not a human being, or a desirable woman. When he was done with her shoes and socks, he shoved the utterly humiliated Hermione into the bathroom with nearly the same words his mother had used on her earlier. "I expect you to be showered in fifteen minutes." Only he didn't wasted time on vague threats. "Or I'll help you showering."

another AN: That window-dresser thing will be addressed and explained in the next chapter. Fun times. ;)
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