Amorem Consentit

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Chapter 10 - The Desires of Men

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Harry sat at the gorgeous walnut desk in his office. A copy of the Daily Prophet was spread out in front of him.

A picture of Draco and a picture of Hermione were slapped on as the headline.

Harry willed the tears not to come. Life was so unfair!

Why couldn't he ever have what he wanted?

As long as he could remember, he had felt something special for Draco.

The soft blond hair, the deep silver eyes, the cool pale skin always free of blemishes, the delicious voice, the haughtier exterior that had hid such a sensitive man beneath.

Harry wanted to be loved by Draco. They would be good together.

He had to see him! He had to know what Draco thought. No boy as beautiful as Draco could be straight.

It was doubtless a ploy done by Lucius Malfoy, to assure an heir. Harry needed to tell Draco that not all was lost! He had researched magic in depth and he knew a powerful wizard could have a pregnancy!

But Draco was on leave. And things were quiet. How would he get him here?

Harry pondered for a moment. He needed a very good excuse. He could say he had mislaid the Wilkin's trial folder and needed it for the hearing tomorrow.

Draco was always so helpful; he sure would come to find the folder. Any excuse to see the blond Adonis was good enough for Harry

And when Draco came in to see him, he would comfort him. He would take Draco and hold him close and they would share their first kiss in the midst of all the insanity of Draco's betrothal...Draco would say that he loved Harry and wanted him...and Harry would slowly make love to him over his desk.

And then they would appeal to the marriage law and let true love prevail. Draco could move in with him and they would love happily ever after.

Harry snatched a piece of parchment and quickly penned a note to Draco requesting his presence in the office immediately.

He held the note to his chest as he opened his top drawer and removed the picture of Draco and him that had been published in the Prophet.

They both looked so good together, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders and wide smiles. It had been Harry's idea to revamp the official stiff pictures with a friendlier version, so the public would see Aurors as nice guys.

Harry lifted the picture and kissed where Draco was before replacing it in the drawer.

Maybe today he would kiss him for real for the first time.

Draco would surely fall into his arms and weep knowing he would be married to Hermione.

He loved Hermione. She was the most wonderful sister in the world. But she had no passion, no warmth...she didn't deserve Draco. She needed a colder man. Someone just as frumpy and academic as she. Snape would have been a good match.

Harry flipped through the paper and frowned when he saw the Weasleys mentioned. When would they stop printing things about Ron's death? Couldn't they just let it all go?

He still read the article and was shocked that Ginny had just died as well. It was a gruesome account of her falling from the attic window after she'd been scared by the ghoul. Molly was in the hospital, recovering from a heart attack. Arthur was recovering from the double loss.

A light knocking on the door startled him from his thoughts about Ron and the other Weasleys.

"Harry, Love, are you in here?" a blond male peeked around the edge of the door, and he smiled when he saw Harry sitting at his desk.

Harry smiled brightly. He adored how Draco called him 'Love'.

"I've missed you these past few days, Harry," Neville said, walking quickly to his husband's side.

He put a hand in Harry's hair and kissed his forehead.

Drat, it wasn't Draco, Harry thought as he had let his mind wander too far off.

Neville leaned down and covered Harry's lips with his own.

Harry responded, alas not very eagerly.

"What have you been working on, Love?" he asked, sliding the desk chair out and sitting on Harry's lap.

“I was just looking for a folder,” Harry answered distractedly. Neville was a darling, but he was not Draco.

Neville began to kiss Harry's neck gently as he played with the buttons on his husband's robes.

"I want you, Harry."

“I'm expecting a colleague to arrive soon, Neville. Let's do it when I am home.”

“Why are you so stressed my Love? Did I do anything wrong? Do you have regrats that you're married to me?”

"I'm just busy with work," Harry said, pushing Neville gently from his lap. "Here is not the place to be having sex."

“But Harry, I've always wanted you to take me on your desk. You know, play the big angry Auror. I'll be the scared criminal.”

"I am expecting someone," Harry said, slamming his palm down on the desk.

“Alright, Love, no need to get angry at me,” Neville said and pouted most adorably.

"I'll see you tonight," Harry said, lifting a hand to his head and closing his eyes as he slumped back in his chair.

“What about a lunchtime shag?” Neville asked enthusiastically.

"If I finish my meeting early," Harry said, waving a hand to dismiss the boy.

Neville held back tears. He had been so happy when the Ministry had matched him with Harry. Finally having Harry as his one love. But Harry hadn't changed his attitude. He always seemed to be longing for something different.

"I love you," Neville said before he shut the door with a soft click.

Harry knew that he was hurting Neville. But there was nothing he could do. Neville was a replacement for his true love.

He was blond, but he didn't have Draco's gorgeous physique, and Harry could not see that much progress had been made in their three weeks together.

Neville was too soft, too gentle. Harry needed Draco's fire. The passion.

The fire turned green a second later, and Draco stepped out.

"What is the emergency?"

He had dressed as fast he could, his shirt not completely buttoned and the tie loose.

“I can't find the Wilkin's folder and the hearing's tomorrow. It made me really nervous.”

Harry stared at the soft exposed skin.

Draco smiled at Harry. If there was one thing Potter good at, it was misplacing things.

"Are--are you alright with your betrothed?" Harry asked, playing with his quill.

“I'm perfect! She's all I've ever wanted! We even shared the bed last night. Platonically, of course, but it was just wonderful.'

Harry choked back a cry.

"She said that she thought she could learn to love me," Draco said, lifting his wand. "Accio Wilkin's folder."

“Here you got it,” Draco smiled, but the noticed Harry's distraught state. “It's going to be alright.” He hugged Harry.

Potter sobbed still. Maybe he was just breaking under the strain of recent Weasley deaths, Draco thought and held Potter close.

Harry dug his fingers into the cloth covering Draco's back. His hands slid lower slowly till they rested on the other boy's hips.

Ever so slowly, Harry pressed his hips against Draco's.

The embrace was perfect. Now they needed to kiss.

"Harry," Draco said, patting his back. "You can let go now."

Harry got braver and pressed his lips lightly against Draco's smooth cheek.

"WOAH!" Draco said leaping back.

Harry stepped closer to Draco. “I know it must be difficult to be forced into marriage. I am there for you, Draco. For comfort and anything else you need.”

Draco didn't know what to say. What on Earth did Potter mean?

"I'm going to go home now. Remember summoning spells," Draco said, grabbing a handful of floo powder.

“I love you,” Harry murmured watching Draco step into the fireplace.

Harry looked at the bulge in his trousers and understood why Draco had left.

Draco was probably too brainwashed with being heterosexual that feeling another man's erection had scared him.

But he could show Draco how natural it could be to be with a man. How good it could feel. Harry knew how to please men.

Maybe Draco was worried that he would be used. Harry would show him how perfect their love would be. Harry wanted to obey Draco's every command.

Harry would allow him every liberty and show him how amazing it would be to have fellatio performed on him by a male.

Harry knew that Draco would soon be moaning his name. Why did Draco pretend to be happy?

Ron has always said Hermione was a prude.

Draco shivered and shook as he stepped out of the fireplace. He sprinted for the bathroom and began to vigorously scrub his cheek where Potter had kissed. GROSS! GROSS! GROSS!

What was Potter up to? That was almost as bad as being told that you had to kill Dumbledore or watch your mum and dad be killed before losing your own life.

"Draco," Hermione called. "Draco."

All thoughts about Potter were forgotten when he saw the tear stained face of his love. He helped through her nervous moment and reveled in the feel of being her protector. He would sort the wedding as fast as possible.

Hermione was laying cuddled close to him, her little body clad just in a bathrobe.

It didn't matter to Draco what they were doing, as long as they were together.

"I want to be married, Draco. I'm losing my mind. I don't understand what is happening. You must make your father move the wedding to sooner," Hermione said, tugging on Draco's leg to drape it over hers.

“I will, my love. I can't wait you to be my wife, too. I love you. I will take care of you.”

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes enjoying the sound of his heartbeat.

Draco caressed her hair gently and also let sleep take over.

A midday nap didn't hurt.

Hermione woke up feeling much better. Draco would sort everything.

She found that his hands had wandered over her body, one of his large palms was cupping her breast.

She leaned up and kissed his nose.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she murmured, looking at his disheveled state.

“It's wonderful to wake up next to you,” he murmured, stealing a kiss from her lips.

"You are so wonderful to me, Draco," Hermione said. "Where did you run off to this morning? I hope you were getting your father to change the wedding date."

Hermione played with Draco's hair moving a single strand to rest in the center of his forehead.

Hermione knew that Draco could've not been with Lucius as she had occupied Lucius' time, but she was a rather good liar for a Gryffindor. A little white lie didn’t hurt.

“Potter called me into the office for an urgent matter, but we resolved the trouble very fast,” Draco said, trying not to show his thoughts about the encounter.

“How's Harry?” Hermione asked, still playing with Draco's hair.

Draco's eyes rolled up into his head as Hermione's finger brushed his ear.

"Harry who?" Draco asked, wrapping his arms around her. He put his cheek on her shoulder.

“'Potter, your colleague,” Hermione explained, laughing softly at how fast she could distract Draco.

"Oh him," Draco said. "Forgetful, too friendly. But I've sorted him. He was worried about us."

Draco kissed her neck softly and began lowering her back on the bed. Hermione needed a love bite.

“But I told him that we're very happy together. Am I right, Love?” he asked before his lips descended to her neck.

He altered between light and hard kisses and made her moan his name.

"Will we live happily ever after?" Hermione asked when Draco pulled back to admire his work. "Just like fairytale people?"

Hermione leaned up and kissed Draco's cheek

“Better than fairy tale people. We are real,” Draco said with a smile.

"And there is no wicked stepmother for me to worry about," Hermione giggled, cupping his bottom.

“No, you will just have to deal with my endless charm,” he answered and groaned at his vixen's teasing.

Hermione squeezed Draco's bum pulling him down.

"You will get the wedding moved up," Hermione said. “I will be a very happy wife of the most gorgeous wizard. And I want to be that as soon as possible.”

"I am personally most eager for the wedding night," Draco growled, leaning down and sucking on Hermione's jaw.

Hermione dug her nails into Draco's shoulders and shoved up closer to him.

“I am too, not to mention all the lingerie I will be able to afford as Mrs. Malfoy,” she giggled and enjoyed Draco's closeness.

"All you want," Draco whispered. "I hope you don't mind that I already chose something I would like you to wear our wedding night?"

Draco slipped a hand up and cupped Hermione's breast as he kissed gently.

“I don't mind at all. I think your choices are rather...seductive.”

Draco squeezed it. Nothing was better than having a stunning female wiggling beneath him.

“And you know that I will have trouble concentrating at work? Thinking about my gorgeous wife every day?”

"Good, it will keep you from being a workaholic."

BANG!

"What in the name of Merlin's beard is going on in here?" Lucius glowered at the pair on the bed. His eyes narrowed further when he saw red blotches on Hermione's neck.

How dare they? How dare they?

“Father, I thought you were away on business,” Draco said smugly.

"I have taken care of it," Lucius said, flicking his wand at the bed.

Draco yelped as he was ripped away from Hermione.

“You two should behave. It is not proper,” Lucius snarled.

"We are betrothed!" Draco said as tight fitting black robes covered him from his neck down.

"I have bought Miss Granger more appropriate clothing choices," Lucius said, jabbing his wand at Hermione.

Hermione squealed as she felt soft silk engulf her.

Lucius walked up to her where she lied on the bed.

"Much more appropriate," he said, taking Hermione's hand and drawing it to his lips.

Hermione was blushing just as red as her crimson and gold silk mandarin collar dress.

Lucius pulled her up and looped an arm around her waist.

"More clothing will be here for you tomorrow," Lucius said.

“Lucius, I want the wedding to be very soon, please.”

“Why?” Lucius asked, glaring at his son. Draco was giving him an evil eye. “I can assure you that Draco's wantonness will not die down in the short time before the wedding.”

Hermione grabbed Lucius' hair. She pulled it so his ear was next to her mouth.

"I want to be married. I will not wait one week longer," she jerked his hair a little with each word. "Is that good enough for you?"

Lucius blinked back tears as Hermione jerked his hair.

“I didn't think you were such a randy little thing,” he purred back.

“I am not randy, I am going mad!” she hissed, pulling at his hair again.

"You will be fine to wait."

"I won't wait," Hermione said, forcing Lucius to his knees. “I will NOT be fine! Lucius Malfoy, you will make the wedding date very soon or you will feel my wrath!”

Lucius groaned as she twisted.

"I promise, my dear, you will be better off waiting. It is tradition. You wouldn't want to rush into anything." He placed his hands on her hips.

“Rush? I am not rushing! I just want to get over with it!”

"You are being hasty, my dear. I want you to be certain of your husband when you have him."

“Why on Earth would I be uncertain?”

"Hermione," Draco said, approaching cautiously. "I thought you didn't believe in violence."

"This is merely aggressive negotiations," Hermione said, twisting Lucius' hair. "I have full confidence that you father will see my point before it is violence."

With a flick of his wrist, Lucius made sure that the little vixen in his arms was motionless. He didn't want her to get violent.

"Let me go!" Hermione said feeling her arms trapped against Lucius...Lucius...muscular chest.

Hermione licked her bottom lip as she breathed in his scent.

“We will need to negotiate in civilized manner, my dear. I do not want you to hurt yourself.”

"Yes," Hermione said, looking at Lucius.

What a powerful wizard. What amazing physical strength. Hermione dug her fingers into Lucius’ robes and rested her cheek against him.

"I don't want to hurt you, Lucius."

“I know, sweet witch, I know. Tell me what causes your distress?” he asked softly.

"I want to be married," Hermione said, pressing her nose close to Lucius. Smelled so good, like vanilla and sandalwood.

“But you will be...in three weeks' time.”

"Not in three weeks," Hermione said, banging her fist against Lucius' chest. "I will be married in no more than six days. I will cause a great deal of scandal if I don't get what I want."

“What do you want, my dear? Do you want debauchery with Draco?'

“I want to get pregnant. Very soon. As soon as possible. I feel that I won't rest till I carry a baby.”

"Three weeks is not so long to wait."

"I won't wait six more damn days!"

“I need to start trying now. I need to know that I am doing all I can to get pregnant,” she answered, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Don't cry," Lucius said tucking her close and resting his cheek on her head.

"I just want to have a baby. I'm losing my mind," Hermione reached behind her and got a handful of Draco's robes.

“You made her cry!” Draco yelled as he stepped forward to the two of them.

Hermione jerked Draco up against her back.

Draco couldn't bear it anymore. His father had made his love cry, only because she wanted to be married.

“If you want a baby soon, we will try our best,” Draco soothed her.

"But you can't do anything till you are married!" Hermione wailed, pushing Lucius away and shoving herself against Draco.

“Father, I demand that the wedding is when she wishes. I will not cause her upset.”

Draco was rather elated that she wanted to marry him so fast. When he had read the good news of their betrothal, he had imagined a long and difficult courting process.

Hermione tugged at Draco's robes.

"Let go of him," Lucius said, tugging at Hermione. "That is not appropriate."

"Draco loves me! Leave us alone! I can do what I want with my fiancé. He is very receptive to my advances.”

Hermione glared at Lucius for a moment before shoving her lips against Draco's. Draco gasped as her tongue shoved inside his mouth.

“We will make gorgeous babies!” she purred as she stopped the kiss for a second.

"Stop this! Not appropriate," Lucius said, trying to work his cane between the two.

He could have had her in his arms that way. It just wasn't fair.

“The marriage law is all about procreation,” Draco added, letting his hands rest on her hips.

"As soon as we have said our vows, you are being ravished to within an inch of your sanity, Malfoy," Hermione said, tugging at his robes. "I think we should go skinny dipping."

“I absolutely forbid it!” Lucius snarled.

"You aren't the boss of me," Hermione said, turning them so Draco was between Lucius and her.

She smacked Draco's bottom playfully and smirked at Lucius as he fumed.

“I only want you two randy kneazles in heat to adhere to tradition. I do not want you to rush things and be the recipient of your wrath, Hermione, when you're pregnant but wishing you weren't.”

Hermione glared at Lucius. “I would never put anything above my child.”

"I want a baby too," Draco said, kissing Hermione's cheek.

“What about your career, Hermione?” Lucius asked, trying to dissuade the chit from wanting to have dirty sex with his son.

"I can work out of the house," Hermione said, "And besides, I am sure that the baby's grandfather will be happy to help in any way."

She wasn't allowed to do so. She was supposed to be a woman with a free choice.

“A baby is a great strain on any woman. You should not be hasty.”

"I will be pregnant by the end of the year," Hermione said, kissing on Draco's chin.

"Whatever you want, Hermione," Draco said. "I'll come home for lunchtime sex if you want me to."

“Draco, this was utterly improper talk!” Lucius said, a blush creeping up in his cheeks.

“Or I can come to your office, Draco, and you could punish me for being a naughty Gryffindor,” she offered with a sultry smile.

Draco groaned. "Whatever you like," he said, as he felt Hermione grab him through his trousers.

Lucius' temper rose as he blasted Draco away from Hermione.

Hermione squealed and raced for Draco.

Lucius summoned her into his arms.

“You two will behave. I was wrong allowing you to spend the night with him. It gave you bad ideas. You are just too randy and not thinking straight.”

"OUR thinking is perfectly straight, Father. And if she wants to bear my child soon, I will allow her wish. I am happy with whatever she decides.”

"You will wait three weeks!" Lucius howled, tossing Hermione over his shoulder and stalking from the boy's room. "If I have to lock her away from you!"

"DRACO!" Hermione screeched.

“Quiet, witch,” Lucius murmured as he apparated them to his chambers.

She would be safe in the Lord of the Manor's rooms. Draco wouldn't be able to enter there.

He set her down on the bed. Hermione leapt to her feet. Without a second thought, she brought the palm of her hand across his right cheek. She ran toward the door. But however hard she tried, she couldn't open it. Not even spells could do it. Hermione fell to the floor on her knees banging her fist against the door as she cried.

Lucius approached her slowly.

“Shush, don't cry, sweetheart.”

Hermione continued to cry softly as Lucius wrapped his arms around her.

She shifted into his arms and clung to him crying for Draco.

“You shouldn't rush into a pregnancy, dearest. Narcissa was at her worst during it, and after she had Draco she forbade me to touch her again.”

Hermione wasn't listening. She shifted closer to Lucius and began to rub against him as he lifted her from the floor and carried her to his bed.

Hermione shifted and wrapped her legs around him.

She began to kiss his neck and ripped a few buttons from his shirt as tried to undo it.

“You can make me a baby too, if you want. I can have many babies,” she purred.

She slid a hand into his trousers and began stroke him.

Lucius groaned as his eyes dilated. He thrust into her hand. The little trollop. How was she able to do this?

“You are a very naughty witch,” he moaned. “You make Draco and I fight for you.”

"All the better to be with a BAD wizard," Hermione said, sucking on his neck. "Always wanted two powerful wizards dueling for me."

“You are incorrigible,” Lucius whispered, letting her have her wicked way with him.

Hermione flipped them over so he was under her.

"My handsome wizard."

Hermione began to stroke him softly and when he was about to come she squeezed tightly at the base of his cock.

“I've always had a fantasy of having two men at my beck and call. Both so handsome and so well endowed. I would never be bored.”

"Please, Hermione," Lucius whimpered as she stripped him of his trousers and boxers.

Hermione placed a kiss on each of his thighs as she worked him.

"Will you allow Draco and me to bond in no more than six days?" Hermione asked as his groans grew louder.

"No," Lucius said, thrusting into her hand.

Hermione squeezed the base of his cock as he was about to come.

“Then I should leave you hard and needy,” she smirked and removed her hand.

"I think not," Lucius said, flipping her over and raking her dress up.

He slid a hand over her round bottom and smacked it earning a squeal.

"I'm not a little boy who will be manipulated, my dear," Lucius whispered sliding his hand under her knickers. “I’m a man known to get what he wants. Always.”

Hermione gasped as she felt Lucius breech her with two fingers. She shoved down on his fingers greedily.

Lucius smacked her bottom again.

Hermione lifted her bottom in the air more and spread her legs to offer Lucius more room.

“You are such a wanton wench, but I know how to tame you. You might have wrapped the boy around your little fingers. But not me.”

Hermione mewled as Lucius continued to work his fingers in her wet body.

She shoved her bottom eagerly back against his hips.

"Lucius..." Hermione whimpered as a third smack resounded off her bottom.

“You will do as I say. I don't want you to cavort mindlessly with the boy.”

Hermione didn't answer as Lucius' thumb ran over her clit. She just keened and whimpered his name again.

“Say that you will do as I say. I have only best intentions for you.”

Hermione couldn't concentrate as her body was raked with waves of the most delicious orgasm approaching. It was like heaven.

"Say it," Lucius hissed, smacking her bottom again.

"You talk of inappropriate behavior with no thought to your own actions," Hermione managed to get out as she shoved herself down on his two fingers.

“I am the Lord of the family; I can do as I wish,” he smirked.

"Lord," Hermione said as her eyes rolled into her head and warmth gushed over Lucius' fingers.

"Will you give me what I wish?" Lucius said removing his hand and flipping Hermione so she was on her back and looking up at him. He slowly licked his fingers. "Delicious."

“What do you want, Lucius?” she asked, her body exhausted from his assault.

"You will not ever try to boss me around again," Lucius said, hauling Hermione up against his chest. "And you will NEVER strike me in anger."

Hermione whimpered feeling Lucius' still hard cock rub between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You will not try to manipulate me with sexual favors. If I decide that I require you and you are not performing your wifely duties for Draco, you will do as I command. I love my son, but I will be disrespected by no one in my family, including his desideratum."

Hermione didn't respond as she threaded her fingers into his hair.

"Do you understand, Witch?" Lucius jerked her head so she was looking up at him.

“So you will keep me as your mistress?” Hermione asked saucily.

Lucius didn't know what made him say it. He just wanted her. He wanted to enter her heated core and feel the wetness of her desires around his cock.

"You will know your place in this house. And that place is not henpecking me," Lucius said, shaking his head. "Now, I would enjoy having you put your naughty mouth to work."

Lucius rolled over so she was on top of him stretched between his legs.

“I would like to do as you say, my Lord, but what are my rewards?”

"A good tongue lashing," Lucius said, gripping her hair and forcing her head down.

Hermione felt a thrill race through her veins. She loved how this handsome man was demanding her favors.

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I hope you all enjoyed it. Please drop a review for a hungry wabbit. He is a sensitive fellow who has not been feeling the love.

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