Lord of the Land

Hermione slept late and was awoken by a maid with her breakfast. She handed Hermione
a letter and left.

Hermione opened up the letter.

Dear Mrs. Draco Malfoy

You are invited to tea at the Longbottoms at 3:00 this afternoon.
Please reply if you can make it.

Mrs. Neville Longbottom.

Hermione knew Mrs. Longbottom or Ginny. They met at the market. But she didn’t know her very well.
Mrs. Weasley must have asked her daughter to ask her to tea.

Hermione ate her breakfast and got dressed.
She found Draco in the yard with Crabbe and Goyle playing with a white dog. It growled and bared
its teeth at Hermione. Stepping away for the dog Hermione asked if she could go to tea.

“Tell them we will come,” and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

Hermione couldn’t wait to go. She put some potion on her bruises. They healed and felt better
by that afternoon.

They arrived at the Longbottom’s just before 3:00.
Draco told Hermione that she had to stay in the same room as him, appear happy,
and drape her hand around his arm.

Draco and Hermione were shown to the garden where the tea and assorted finger foods were.

Neville talked about his plants in the garden, which bored Draco and made him nod off to sleep.

Neville kept talking as Ginny gave Hermione a quill and paper with question on it.

How are you?

and

We have list of people who are going to ask to teas to get you away from Draco and make sure
he doesn’t hurt you.

Hermione shook her head pointing at ‘how are you’. Tears came to her eyes, and she point to Draco
and put her hand on her abdomen signing that Draco trying to make her pregnant.

Ginny put a hand to her own cheek and pointed at Draco.

Again Hermione shook her head, ‘ No Draco didn’t hit her face.’

Neville just continued to talk as though everyone was listening.

Hermione wrote down only two words.
Father?
Harry?

Ginny shrugged her shoulders shaking her head.

Draco started to snore and Hermione signal to them that she was going to wake him.

Hermione shook Draco’s shoulder until he opened his eyes,
“Draco wake up.” she softly hissed, turning to Neville,
“Sorry, you must forgive my husband. Draco’s been very busy working in the house business affairs
and with this weather being so hot he hasn’t been sleeping at all well,” came out of her mouth.
She was surprised at covering for Draco.

“Huh? Oh yes, been very warm, hard to get comfortable at night.”
Draco said more surprised then Hermione.
Fact is she had no idea what he did for work. But it sounded good and Draco looked like he
was relieved from the embarrassment.
Either she was losing her mind or it was the ring made her do it.

They thanked Ginny and Neville for the tea and gracious hospitality and left.

For the next three weeks Hermione and Draco were asked to go to teas, parties, luncheons, and dinners.

Hermione had no idea so many people knew her. Draco
seemed to enjoy himself at most of the functions.
She always dreaded leaving because she knew what was going to happen.
Each and every night like clock work they would finish dinner the men would go to the den and drink
brandy and as everyone went to bed Lucius Malfoy would tell Posy to go to her own room.
The dogs would have the run of the house and grounds.
Most of the maids would run and hide from the men in the house.

Draco would tell her to go to their room and she would just lie down and hang on to the canopy
frame or headboard as Draco fucked her. It didn’t get easier, if she moaned or groaned
Draco would take that as she was enjoying her duty and would drive his penis harder and
further inside of her usually saying,
“I knew there was a whore in you.” and deposit his
seed inside her. She did find a numbing spell to use in between your legs to help her
tolerate Draco’s advances on her.

As soon as he was asleep Hermione would go into the bathroom and stand for a
half hour letting his seed run out of her body.

It had been four weeks since she saw Harry.
Hermione was so nervous she might say his name in her sleep or any other time she tried not
to think of him.
It just made her feel worse not hearing from him but Draco looked through all of her mail.

A few times late at night when she was looking for the counter curse for the dutiful wife charm.
She remembered he said he loved her. That was her only luxury she allowed herself.

She was going to the market with Draco and Posy when she spotted Harry talking to one of the merchants.
Her heart jumped at the sight of him but she looked away in fear that Draco would notice.

She couldn’t help glimpsing at him, to see him looking straight at her.

She saw the shock and pain in his face.

Hermione had to talk to him somehow to find out about her father just to talk and if possible to touch Harry.

Draco wouldn’t accept an invitation to dinner or tea.

Hermione thought about this dilemma about all day and night.

As she was woken up to being fucked by Draco.

She was angry at Draco for using her like this. He was taking the potion each a day now, and
just bedding her two or three times a day.

Hermione’s body did get used to his size somewhat but it was never pleasurable except once when
Draco came home drunk from a party at his friends house.

He kissed Hermione on the neck and gently caressed her body. Gently feeling her breasts stroking her
belly and lightly touching her back with his fingers.
Hermione frozen with fear at first, he was up to something.
In his inebriated state he mumbled a few incoherently words and then said “ Annie, ” stroking
her hair and then said “Cozy Posy.”

Draco tried to kiss her on the lips but Hermione asked him not to because she didn’t feel well
and didn’t want him to get ill.
He looked a little confused and disappointed, blinking his eyes perhaps clearing his sight.

Hermione was sure he had had too much to drink and had no idea who she was.

As he entered her, his legs began to give out.
His thrusts were slow and half of what they usually were, making it much less painful not shoving all
of his length into her and more pleasure for Hermione. After coming with a sighing moan Draco
collapsed next to her.

She hated the fact that he had somewhat pleased her that night and ended up crying.

Hermione was just sitting down at the breakfast table when she smelled the food and had to run out the
room and get sick in the bathroom.
Morning sickness.

The doctor came by that morning and announced Hermione was pregnant.

Everyone congratulated Draco.

Hermione was still racking her brain to come up with a plan to see Harry.

She touched her abdomen, ‘ Well Harry’s heir was growing in her belly and Richard …..
Richard would be getting the use of the Malfoy’s land …’
Then Hermione thought ‘Richard. He’s the answer for some reason.’
She didn’t know why… or maybe she was going insane thinking he’d help.

She asked Draco if they could go to her aunt and uncle's house and tell them the good news in person.
He agreed.


As they drove up, the garden was so over grown it looked like a forest.
They got out of the carriage and there was a weird feeling about the place.

Hermione started to get nervous and she started to shake a little.

She called out to her aunt “Marie I’m home.” as they walked up the path. She wondered if Marie had come back yet.

She opened the front door, fell back because of the stench, and vomited.

“God it smells like someone left meat out,” Draco said.

Hermione knew why it smelled so bad, she wiped her mouth she took a deep breath and walked in.

She stepped in to the kitchen and quickly threw open all the windows.

There she saw it at the bottom of the stairs. Richard dead.
His face and body were contorted. His mouth was open, in a terrified painful expression. His eyes sunken in
like half his face the other bloated out and separating from his skull.

Draco threw a blanket over the body as Hermione stared at it.
She remembered now.

Richard held her down against the table as he slapped her. He grabbed her by the hair and came so close
Hermione as though he was going to kiss her. But he just stared into her eyes,
“You’re with child, his lordships bastard. Aren’t you? ”

He picked up a headscratcher* and said “ Well not for long. But first I’ll sample you myself.”

A bee came into the bathroom and buzzed around the room.
Soon there were two more, and then ten, then a swarm was bussing in the room.

Richard noticed them as he was hiking up Hermione’s dress. He got scared and began to thrash his arms
trying to get them away from him.

Hermione pointed her wand at the broken door and yelled,
“Reparo.” the door was fixed, and repeated “ Accio Bees. You’re not going to kill my child.”

A new swarm of bees flew into the bathroom and Hermione ran out of the room closing the door
behind her and held on to the
doorknob keeping Richard in with the bees.

She heard him screaming and let go of the knob and ran down the stairs. She got a cold cloth, and
put it on her face. Looking up at the stairs, she backed away and with shaking hands she opened
the door watching to see if he would follow her. She got the trunk and hope chest out and closed the front door.

If Richard came down the stairs she would use the obliterate spell on him.

Hermione heard him cry, and tumble down the stairs.

She looked at the lump of flesh that was at the bottom of the staircase.
‘He had gotten out of the bathroom and fell down the stairs.’

Hermione turned away and started to cry and shake,
“Oh my God. He must have fallen down the stairs.”
she said to Draco who was now getting a bottle of Wild Whiskey
and pouring himself a drink.

“You said he was drunk. Stupid fool must have passed out on the
step and broken his neck.” Draco commented.

“We should get him cleaned up and set a funeral for the day after tomorrow.” Hermione said,
“ I’ll ask Mrs. Weasley to help me.”

“Do what you have to, just bury him fast.” Draco said downing the drink.

Hermione wrote a note to Mrs. Weasley, and within an hour
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and George came to help with the
cleaning of the body. A large number of dead bees were found in his clothes as well
as bee stings on his body.
Mrs. Weasley looked at Hermione and said
“You said your uncle was allergic to bees. That’s probably what killed him. Not falling down the stairs.”

Hermione could feel herself getting nervous, "Yes." and gulped,
“It may have. Yes possibility.”

They wrapped up the body and set Richard in a coffin.

Hermione went into the barn to see what condition it was in and if anything was alive. The chickens were
fine though their food was all over the ground. She found the cow eating corn in the field.
The horse broken out of his stall and was running loose somewhere.

That afternoon there was a notice in the square and tavern about the death of Hermione’s Uncle Richard.

The next afternoon most of the village came see her and paid their respects to Richard.

So many people came that Hermione was a bit over whelmed.
She never knew he was so well known, or so many knew of her, but then again she was the talk
of the village and beyond, just a few weeks ago.

Hermione wore one of her black dresses again with a black veil
but only going as far as her eyes. Richard was family but not blood.
She wore a veil the covered her face for her mother and cousin.
Aunt Marie would be wearing a black veil that covered her to the shoulder or longer, but she wasn’t here.

Hermione was greeting people at the door, while Draco who got bored, decided to talk to his friends
about his new broom and how fast it was in playing Quidditch.

Harry was standing outside the door in formal wear.
Hermione stepped out to greet him. She wanted to jump into his arms, but this was no time or place for that.

He bowed and took her hand in his.

Harry looked tired as though he hadn’t sleep in weeks.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Mrs. Malfoy,” he said as he looked around
with an unpleasant expression.

She cringed at the title.

Hermione took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice,
“Thank you. This is all such a shock. It would be easier if my father were here.”

“You haven’t heard from him yet?” Harry asked surprised.

Hermione put her hand up to mouth and shook her head,
“No. I’m afraid something terrible has happen to him.”

Harry was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t understand.

“ You look a bit peaked. You’d best sit down and have some water,” he said as he escorted her to the barn.

They entered the barn and Harry pulled Hermione into an embrace.
His arm clasped around her frame and Hermione heard him breathe in her scent.

“I’ll send Remus or Sirius to find your father,” he said softly.
His lips came down on hers gently for a long passionate kiss.
When their lips separated all she wanted was to have them together again.

Harry breathed out,
“I missed you so much Hermione. When I returned that night I went over to the Weasley’s to see you. “

Harry’s hand caressed Hermione’s cheek as he continued,
“Imagine my shock when I found out Draco Malfoy had you.
I thought I’d go insane Hermione.”

“I’m going to go mad if I don’t get out of this marriage.” she groaned angrily. She couldn’t bring
herself to tell Harry that Draco
was bedding her.
“Hold me Harry please just for a few minutes,” she said now getting worried that Draco may be looking for her.


Harry held her in his arms kissing her cheek and smelling her neck.
Hermione inhaled his scent. It felt like a lifetime ago she had been with him. She closed her eyes
burying her face in his neck and just wanted to feel him next to against her.

Harry’s hands began to caress her back her hips, and soon his fingers were unhooking the
fasteners to her dress as he breathed her scent.

Hermione looked into his face, slightly shaking her head,
“Please Harry. I can’t. If Draco catches us.”

“He won’t Remus is standing guard,” Harry said quickly.
Harry kissed her feverishly as he undid the rest of the hooks.

Hermione pulled him behind a haystack as her dress fell off of her.

Harry said as he was making his way down her neck to her collarbone biting her shoulder,
“I want to make love to you Hermione.” He went down to her chemise peeling it down to expose a
breast cupping it,
“I want to be inside you.”
Harry knelt down in front of her, “I want to hear you moan my name.”

Hermione ran her fingers though his hair and moaned softly as Harry sucked on her nipple tickling
it with his tongue.

She closed her eyes just enjoying the sensation of his hand and mouth on her body.
Harry moved to the other breast and sucked and swirled his tongue
around it too.

He pulled the chemise off her shoulder letting it slid to the ground.
Harry kissed her belly while his hand caressed it.

Then Harry stopped and Hermione opened her eyes to see what was wrong.

Harry was looking at her belly from the side and had undecided expression on his face.

He looked up at her gently stroking her belly asking,
“Pregnant?”

She placed her hand over his and smiled.

Harry whispered in shock, “Mine?”

Hermione with a slightly bigger smile,
“Ours.”


*Head scratcher-Back when people wear huge wigs around the 1700-1800 a person would used long wooded
or iron device in which to scratch the top of their head so not ruin their style, or have their wigs fall off. people
back then bathe once in a while so they had hair and body lice which made them itchy. the scratcher is like a back scrather just thinner.