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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hermione took a deep breath and slipped the ceremonial robes of the Fang brides on. They had insisted that she follow all of their traditions and she’d been much too terrified for Harry’s future to disobey. She snorted and looked down at the garb. They could hardly be called robes, more like sheer curtains or something. They were practically transparent and with her stomach growing to massive proportions, they didn’t close entirely. She was forced to tie the waist below her stomach, leaving her breasts in danger of falling out of the straining fabric. She closed her eyes and repeated her mantra again.
“It’s only one night. It’s not legally binding. It’s for Harry.”
Harry. Poor Harry. He’d passed out again before she’d returned from town with Draco. It was probably for the best. He’d need to be as rested as possible before the ceremony. While the main attraction would be her consummation with Malfoy, Harry would still need to give his blessing and oversee the ceremony. She just hoped he could last until they could heal him. They were cutting it impossibly close. If they could at least get Harry to the healer, maybe she could buy him a few days.
“That’s a very… interesting outfit,” Harry rasped.
Hermione jumped and instinctively covered her bits. “They’re traditional.”
Harry chuckled and sat up a little, using his pillow for leverage. “I can see why.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down beside him, running a hand over his brow to check for fever. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Harry said confidently. “I think she might have healed me just a little while I was there. I haven’t felt this well in a few weeks.”
Hermione frowned in thought. “But you’re so tired.”
“It’s a long trip,” Harry said, sighing. “And I sort of passed out when she touched me. I don’t remember much, just bits and pieces, but they woke me up and said that the healing was on. Then I passed out again.”
“Well,” Hermione said softly. “It might just be the break we need.”
Harry nodded. “How is Malfoy doing?”
“As well as can be expected I guess. Nothing like crossing the country and finding out you’re going to be a father and a husband in the span of a few hours.”
Harry chuckled and then his face fell. “How are you doing?”
She shrugged. “I don’t want to think about it right now. If I did, I’d probably blast the lot of them off the face of the earth.”
Harry sighed and grabbed her hand, stroking it with his bony fingers. “If they only knew. It’s good to see some of that fire back. Just don’t forget to take some time for yourself.”
“I’ll worry about myself when you’re healed,” she said, patting his hand. “And we’ll have plenty to discuss then. But for now, let’s not hash it out. I think we both know that me fucking Malfoy isn’t a hardship. It’s just the public part I’m trying to forget.”
Harry gave her a weak smile. “You know I love you right?”
She smiled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I love you, too. Now, let’s get you dressed.”
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The ceremonial alter was beautiful, draped in gauzy curtains and decorated with yellow Costus loangensis, a species of spiral ginger that reminded her vaguely of a buttercup. She knew the flowers had some powerful properties, which made her leery to walk into the alter with Malfoy. This might not be a magically binding ceremony, but it would certainly wreak havoc on her already turbulent magic. She just hoped she could keep it together.
Malfoy was standing on the opposite side of the alter next to Harry, who was surprisingly able to stand up on his own. While Harry wore a full colorful robe like the tribal elders, Malfoy only wore a white loin cloth, a nearly transparent one at that. His pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight. Hermione took a deep breath to steady her nerves. At least he was beautiful. She could concentrate on that, if nothing else.
“They are ready,” Mariama said. Then she leaned in closer. “Just close your eyes and it won’t be so bad.”
Hermione was so shocked at the whispered advice that she nearly stumbled on her way up the alter. If that wasn’t a ‘lie back and think of England’ speech, she didn’t know what was. But she managed to recover and make her face blank as she took her place on the left side of the alter. She studiously ignored the straw filled mattress behind her. Soon enough, she’d need to lie down and allow Malfoy to have his way with her. Right now, she needed her wits about her.
Malfoy took the spot on the right of the alter, his nearly naked form rigid as stone. The months abroad had done him good, making his once almost too lean body fill out. He’d been working out, or playing hard, as his muscles had even more definition now. Maybe he had simply recovered due to the lack of fearing for his life or worrying about how he would fare in the new world while working day and night on a pile of rubble that used to be a school. Or maybe it was the lack of a constant barrage of sneering and criticism after the war.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she almost missed her que and stuttered out her vows. She wasn’t sure of their literal translation. The best she could understand was that she pledged to serve Malfoy as she had her husband and agreed that this new marriage would be her first priority. Malfoy was agreeing to protect her and continue his lineage through her. There was also a bit about raising Harry’s son as his own that she’d learned was a special addition reserved for widows. It was all very barbaric in a way, but she accepted that she could not change their culture, especially with Harry’s life on the line.
When the vows were finished, no kisses were necessary. Mwinyi joined their hands together and pointed them in the direction of the pallet. Then he simply walked off the alter, drew the curtains, and waited. The curtains were even more see through than her robe or Malfoy’s loin cloth, though they gave the allusion of privacy. In reality, the tribe viewed the curtain as the vow, a protection around the newly married couple and a safe place for them to join as one. It separated them off as a couple while still allowing them to make certain a couple would suit. The distinct lack of bulge in Malfoy’s loin cloth was worrisome, though she had her own issues.
A fizzle of magic made her tingle and Malfoy gently maneuvered her to the bed on her side, facing him. “As long as you keep your face very close, they shouldn’t be able to tell that there is a silencing spell.”
She blinked and then sighed, realizing that he needed to talk. She did too, but this was too risky.
“And if they don’t hear a sound at all?”
Malfoy leaned in and kissed her, gently, timidly, like a man who was testing her out. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was being reverent to his brother’s property. She almost snorted at the thought but stopped at the last moment when he pulled back and winked.
“I’ll take it down when it counts. I need to know how you are, Granger.”
“Well as can be expected,” she said weakly.
He sighed and kissed her forehead and then made a trail down her nose and over to her cheeks. “I took a potion, just in case. It should start working any moment.”
“Am I really that bad?”
He chuckled and kissed her neck, speaking into it. “Quite the contrary. Seeing you full with my child is doing things I don’t even want to discuss. No. It’s the audience.”
She hummed and ducked her face into his hair. “It’s only the once.”
“I know,” he muttered, making his way between her breasts. “I asked your new Master how this ceremony is supposed to go. He said it’s rather simple. A few moments to worship the new bride, warm her up or whatever, and then good old vanilla sex. The woman generally fakes it, the man comes, and they’re treated to thunderous applause. Then they are left alone.”
“And Harry?” she gasped as he started parting her robe.
“He will escort us back to the hut and stay with us for the night. He may share if he wishes. They don’t really care. But the most important part is that they will leave us alone.”
“And I can start the potion.”
“Exactly.”
She frowned at another thought but managed to cover it up with a hand. “How do you suppose Snape did this with Maryssa? She was near death.”
“He said she passed out but he managed to… you know,” he mumbled as he made of show of sucking on her nipples. It was maddening and she fought to stay still. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it this much.
“When did he tell you this?”
“When I was getting ready. By the way, the cauldron is outside this altar. We’ll grab it on the way out.”
Hermione felt the fizzle of the spell dissolving and took it as a que that their little conversation was over. It wasn’t needed anymore anyway. She could feel his hard length pressing into her thigh as he switched breasts. It had been so long and she’d forgotten just how good he felt pressed up against her. For just a second, she entertained the notion of being married for real but quickly dismissed it. They were fuckbuddies… that would soon have to raise a child together. That quickly soured her mood and he could tell immediately.
He pulled away from teasing her nipples to nip her ear. “You should be dripping by now,” he whispered.
She shivered and decided that thinking was overrated. If she just closed her eyes, then she could imagine that this was the Room of Requirement again. There wasn’t the haze of alcohol, but he still felt the same, dark and dangerous but just a hint of sweet.
“That’s my girl,” he purred, reaching down to finger her folds. “I’m sorry this is going to be so quick. But don’t you worry. After you’re finished, we’re going to have one hell of a time catching up.”
She gasped when he pulled a few of the blankets and pillows under her hips to create a better angle. After all, her stomach wasn’t getting any smaller and she really didn’t want to put her back to him. She’d have to watch the villagers and that would not be okay. She made herself focus on the sky and the beautiful stars which she still hadn’t managed to learn about. One day when she didn’t have so much to worry about, she’d come back and study them. She cried out as a finger slipped into her channel, massaging gently.
Malfoy smirked. “Right here.”
She couldn’t answer. His fingers were magic as he masterfully played her. She hadn’t realized just how sensitive everything had become. And tight. Gods, the second finger was even better than the first and the third had her panting in pleasure. He pulled them out and she nearly reached up to grab him and give him what for but managed to stop herself, remembering where she was. It subdued her enough to allow him to replace his fingers with his cock. She gasped as he gently eased the tip inside. The fingers had nothing on the real thing and she couldn’t stop the mewls of pleasure as he gently slid all the way in.
He groaned softly. “Not going to last,” he whispered.
“Just move,” she managed to croak.
She was close, so close. He pulled back slowly and then sank home a bit harder, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with a delicious little tap. She sucked in a breath and grabbed for his arm, squeezing him, hoping to convey her warning. If he stopped, she’d turn him into ash.
He once again donned that maddening smirk and began a steady rhythm. It wasn’t the hard and fast pace she’d become accustomed to with him. It wasn’t dirty and sweaty and illicit. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to be easy because of the baby or because they were being watched and it wouldn’t be quite kosher to fuck your brother’s wife’s brains out in front of the tribe. If it was the first, she’d disabuse him of that notion. If the second, she understood but she’d have to remember to tell him that she hadn’t exactly changed in the months apart. She liked it nasty.
He hit a little deeper and she couldn’t stand it any longer. She threw her head back and moaned, trying to restrain herself as much as possible. It was bloody difficult though, her entire body pulsing with pleasure and magic. She cracked her eyes open to make sure she hadn’t flared or performed any accidental magic. Malfoy’s eyes were boring into hers and he thrust one last time and froze, a look of pain and pleasure on his face that she hadn’t realized she’d missed.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring in shock and a little awe. But their fragile moment burst when the tribe cried out in celebration. The trance was broken and Malfoy sighed, kissing her forehead before pulling out.
“Not so bad, was it?”
She gave him her best smirk. “I’ve had better.”
He snorted and helped her to sit up. “You just wait until you’re done with that bloody potion.”

AN: Hey guys. If you didn't already realize it, I'm alive. I'm sorry for the delay. I know we don't really know each other except through my stories, but I feel I owe you an explanation. I started writing this story last year when I underwent testing for cancer after some bizzare health problems. I got lucky and the results were negative, but I've had to rearrange my life a little to deal with everything. Just when I thought I was back on track, another blow. My mom was just diagnosed with breast cancer. My mom is my everything and writing this story literally hurts... in a terrible but necessary way. So, I just ask that you don't give up on me. I'm not going to stop until this one is finished. It might be sporratic though. Hell, I'll probably write in the waiting room. :) As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I didn't expect this one to go over very well but you've kept me pleasantly surprised. Keep them coming and until next time... love you guys!
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