When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Chapter 12 - Nookie and Betrayal

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Hermione looked down at the blond lying next to her in bed. His arm was cast about her waist. She had woken up with her head draped on his chest.

Hermione brushed a strand of blond hair from his forehead. She had initially planned to push him out of the bed. But he looked so innocent and gentle there.

"Why?" Draco murmured in his sleep, and he smacked his mouth.

His hand reached out for something, and when he hadn't found that for which he searched, silent tears drifted down his cheeks.

Hermione sighed, and she leaned close to him. She slipped under his arm.

“Love rejected me. I am scum,” he murmured as his body trembled.

"You will find love," Hermione whispered, petting his forehead. She had been far too nasty to him. She bit her lip brushing his tears away.

“She is my only true love. No one else compares!”

"Who?" Hermione asked, draping herself around him.

Draco pressed his face into the bosoms next to his face and sighed.

“Hermione, my princess. I don't deserve love. I am scum.”

Hermione petted his silky hair. She hadn't realized that she had hurt him so badly.

"Everyone deserves love," Hermione said, petting the soft hair.

Draco sighed and tried to kiss her in his mostly asleep state.

Hermione giggled at the soft lips on her breasts. She didn't mean to. She stifled the sound as soon as she realized.

It was not supposed to be nice to be kissed by the ferret!

Draco buried his face further into her bosoms.

Hermione lay back on the bed and allowed Draco to snuggle with her. If nothing else, he felt nice against her. His hair was nice and soft. And he was so cute when he was sleeping.

She heard him sigh contently. She would never let him do these things if he was conscious!

Draco blinked and snuggled closer. He would go back to sleep. So comfortable. No muscle knots. No pain. Nice soft bosoms in his face. The soft scent of lavender tickling his nose. Just good.

This dream was so good. He was dreaming that he was snuggling his love's ample chest.

Hermione shifted so she was in a sitting position while petting his hair. Every so often, she felt compelled to kiss his forehead.

Draco murmured something incoherently. Hermione liked how angelic he looked when asleep.

"Draco," Hermione whispered. "Draco."

She gasped when she felt a hand cup her breast.

Draco groaned and ground his body into hers.

Hermione moaned and shook him.

"Draco, wake up," Hermione said, trying to wiggle out from under him.

She felt something hard pressed against her thigh.

"Draco, wake up." Hermione said, shaking him again. She was not becoming aroused by Draco Malfoy, Ferret Boy.

Draco whined as he opened his eyes and looked up.

“Hello, Love,” her murmured and leaned in for a kiss.

Hermione stared at his lips as they came closer. She--she...oh Hell...she wanted to kiss him. Draco lightly pressed his lips to hers. Hermione closed her eyes and slid her arms around his neck.

It felt so nice. His lips were moving against hers ever so softly and she heard herself moan.

Draco slid his hands to her hips. She was being so nice. He knew he was smarter than his father! Not stay with her. She was clinging to him and kissing him back.

He let his hands run along her curves, skimming the side of her breasts slowly.

He pulled back a moment later to let her breathe. Hermione looked up at him with glassy eyes and leaned her lips closer to his.

“Tell me what you want, Love. I am all yours,” he whispered, tucking away a strand of hair from her eyes.

Hermione turned her head to the side to show off her neck. She reached out and pulled her hair to the side.

Draco slowly leaned in to kiss her neck, nipping at the tender skin.

Hermione panted and shoved herself against his chest. Her mouth hung open as Draco began to suck on the skin.

Draco growled. His witch was so willing. He would mark her!

Hermione wriggled against him whimpering.

Draco was a bad wizard. A bad, bad wizard. And he made her feel all hot inside. Girls always said that bad boys were so sexy.

Her hands gently undid a few buttons on his shirt, and she slid a hand in to touch the firm chest. It was smooth and hairless. His skin was like satin.

Draco groaned. He had wanted her for so long. He had to have her now.

Hermione yelped when she felt a hand in the band of her panties, and she smacked the back of Draco's head.

"What do you think you are doing?"

“I love you,” he whispered.

"Get off me," Hermione said, pushing at him. "Just because I kiss you doesn't mean that you can shove your hands in my knickers," Hermione said, pushing at Draco.

“But, Love, I thought you wanted me!”

"Well," Hermione said, readjusting herself. "I don't."

Draco pouted. “At least hug me?”

“So you can try to get into my knickers again? Now, I see how you seduced me.”

"You seduced me," Draco said, backing off her.

"You are a bad wizard," Hermione said, shaking a finger at Draco's nose.

“I love you, Hermione. There is nothing wrong with being seduced.”

"It is bad and wrong to have sex without being married," Hermione said. "The whole wizarding world says it. My mother said it too!"

“But we're going to marry as soon as you want!”

"Well, I don't ever want to marry you," Hermione said, standing up and stalking into the bathroom.

“Love, let's talk about this!” Draco begged, knocking at the bathroom door.

Hermione ignored him as she stepped into the shower. She needed a cold shower to take care of her need.

She bit her lip and touched the tender love bite on her neck. She closed her eyes and found herself remembering his lips.

She should not like him sexually. It was ridiculous. She had never felt such need to touch, craving to be touched.

Hermione sighed and ran her hands over herself. She would take care of her needs herself.

She moaned as her hand touched her breast. The nipple was puckered and sensitive.

Draco stared at his witch through the glass of the shower door. He bit his lip.

Slowly, she let her hands wander down her body, to her aching core.

It had to be soaking wet. Draco drooled. He ripped his shirt open and pulled down his trousers and boxers. He sighed and grabbed himself as he watched her and leaned back on the bathroom door.

She hoisted one of her legs on the built-in shower seat so she had more room.

Draco stared at her wet core as it sucked at her finger. If only it could be his finger, his tongue, or his cock. Didn't matter which at this point.

Her clit was engorged, the little hard peak demanding to be pleasured.

Draco fisted himself more quickly as he licked his lips.

“Oh, Draco!” she moaned as her fingers brushed her clit.

Draco bit his lip to keep from shouting as he came. He slid down the door and just stared at Hermione as she looked annoyed and started scrubbing herself. Draco stood up and walked quietly to the shower and slipped in behind Hermione.

Hermione was so absorbed in her task that she didn't notice him.

"Are you trying to scrub your skin off, my Love?" Draco asked, taking the wash cloth from her.

Hermione jumped, only to bump into his hard body.

Draco gently moved it in slow circles on Hermione's back staring into her eyes as she looked up at him.

"How long have you been in here?" she demanded with a quiver in her voice.

“Since you called my name. I had to check if you are alright.”

"How long were you in here?" Hermione asked, pushing him back into the wall.

"Long enough," Draco whispered, "to know that you desire me."

Hermione blushed and looked away. “You were not supposed to know that.”

"It makes me feel better to know that you do," Draco whispered. "If you had looked out, you would have seen me taking care of myself."

Heat rose in her body. Did he get aroused watching her? It was so dirty, so forbidden, so hot.

"You are very beautiful when you are pleasuring yourself. I couldn't help wondering how it would be if I were the one inspiring those reactions," Drac owhispered.

“I know I shouldn't say this...but you arouse me, Draco.”

"It is perfectly natural," Draco whispered. "You have aroused me since I was thirteen. Do you know you are the first person who ever struck me?"

“No,” she murmured, not looking at him.

"I liked how you did not simper when you looked at me. It made me want you," Draco whispered as he slid the wash cloth between her legs.

“You are a very dirty boy,” Hermione murmured and moaned when the washcloth touched her sensitive folds.

Draco growled as he felt his cock twitch at her mewling.

“We are meant to be together, Love. We both are smart, powerful...”

"You aren't a good wizard," Hermione said, pushing him away. "You aren't."

“Good and bad are relative, my love. I can be your hot bad secret.”

"You are a bad wizard," Hermione reiterated as she turned the shower off and stepped out. She didn't want Ferret Malfoy. She wanted Severus Snape. He was smart, powerful, brave...Yet she could never imagine Severus naked. Or in a sexual situation.

"Good wizards don't kiss as well as he does," Hermione murmured to herself as she walked out into the bedroom to get a dress from her closet.

Draco followed her, not ashamed of his nudity.

"Do you MIND?" Hermione asked, slamming the closet door in Draco's face.

“I've already seen you naked. Don't hide.”

"Not because I wanted you to see me. You sneakily did the first night I was brought here."

Hermione rolled her eyes when she saw the drawer of thongs.

“Couldn't you afford proper underwear for me?”

"Your underwear is amazing! I picked it out myself!" Draco called back smirking. "Check the drawer below that one, Love."

Hermione opened the drawer and gasped.

“You are a pervert for picking out my underwear!”

"I am a man who knows what he wants to see his woman wear," Draco responded smugly.

“And you call this underwear?” Hermione asked as she held out a scrap of lace which could only pretend to be a bra. “You got the sizing wrong. It would never fit me,” she said and pointed at her sizeable bosoms.

"Try it on and let me see," Draco said walking up next to her.

With a huff, Hermione began to try on the tiny garment and gasped as the lace cupped her breasts perfectly. Her chest looked perfect.

She looked down at her breasts and lifted them. The fell and jiggled a little but no discomfort.

Draco put his hands on her shoulders. “See, I knew it would look beautiful on you.”

"What are you doing in here?" Hermione asked, turning to him. "I don't want you in here."

"But you want me?"

“Draco, what kind of answer is to answer with a question?”

"You tell me, Princess," Draco said, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“You should not look at me so greedily.”

"I will always be greedy and jealous when it comes to you," Draco whispered.

“Why?” she asked weakly.

"Because you were meant for me, and I for you."

Hermione didn't know what to answer.

“Also, seeing you wear the lingerie I picked for you is...magnificent.”

"Well, I don't think you should be getting a peep show," Hermione complained and she poked him in the chest as she pulled on a black dress.

“You can look at me all you want.”

"Malfoy, did you pick out this dress too?" Hermione demanded as she looked down to see an unseemly amount of cleavage exposed.

“Yes, Love. As you were moving in so swiftly, I had to get something for you.”

"So something that makes me look like a night walker in Knockturn Alley was your choice?"

“No, something which makes me all hot and helpless for you. For my eyes only.”

"Well, I suppose I should go prance around work wearing this then," Hermione said, darting for the fireplace. "Blaise might like it. Might want to try it on!"

“You will not go near Zabini! He wants to bed you!”

"Blaise is a Pouf." Hermione responded. "And I am missing his taste. He and I shall go shopping today."

“You will go with Mother. She has good taste.”

“No, I want to meet my friend!”

She went back into her room and kneeled at the floo.

“Zabini Estate.”

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“Hermione, honey what's up?” Blaise said and smiled brightly.

Hermione flung herself into Blaise's arms.

"I suppose you have read the magazines," Hermione said as she saw various witch magazines scattered on the coffee table.

“Yes, I did. Malfoy was always such a brute. I don't believe a word of it.”

"You are so good to me, Blaise," Hermione said. "You know he is lying, right?"

“Of course. My sweet girl would not sleep with him.”

"Your sweet girl?" Hermione asked.

“Of course. If you pick me, we could break your bogus engagement. I have just as much money as he has. And I respect and cherish you.”

Hermione didn't answer. "Can we go shopping?"

“Yes, and it's my treat. Don't even argue.”

"Okay!" Hermione said, kissing his cheek. "You are lovely, Blaise. You don't spread rumors about girls."

Blaise smiled and took her hand. At least Malfoy was helping to push her into his arms. He could surely get Snape out of her head.

She smiled and looped her arm through his as they walked through Diagon Alley.

Cameras flashed around them.

"Miss Granger, does your fiancé know where you are and with whom you are associating?"

Blaise ignored them and led her into a boutique.

"Are you interested in me sexually, Blaise?" Hermione asked. She just couldn’t get rid of Draco’s voice in her head saying that Blaise wanted her. "You never said so before, but now you are acting strangely. I thought you were gay."

“Me? Gay? No, I have never been gay. I am just a man geared towards what you want.”

"But you have exquisite taste, unlike Draco who buys me this number," Hermione said, motioning to her dress.

“You see, Draco is very blunt with his desires. I, however, think of how to please you.”

Hermione giggled as she looked up at him.

"Mr. Zabini," a salewitch greeted, holding out a limp hand.

Blaise ignored the saleswitch.

Hermione smirked at her as Blaise held his hand out to indicate that she should start looking.

She was a little afraid as she saw the first price tag.

"Pay no attention to prices, my darling."

“But Blaise, they each cost a fortune!”

"I have plenty of money, and no one worth spending it on, but you," Blaise said, taking her hand as he bowed and kissed it

“Nothing is too dear. You are my star.”

Hermione grinned and threw her arms around him.

"What are you doing, Hermione?" a witch's soft voice asked.

Hermione looked around.

Narcissa walked up to her. "Why are you hanging on a man who is not your fiancé?"

“Blaise is a good friend of mine,” Hermione said and smiled brightly.

“Mrs. Malfoy, I am pleased to see you,” Blaise said and bowed curteously.

"I would be pleased to not see my son's wife-to-be in your arms, Mr. Zabini," Narcissa said, taking Hermione's hand.

“But I was shopping with Blaise!”

"You can shop with him as long as you are not hanging all over him," Narcissa said.

“We were discussing the possibility of the dissolution of Hermione's engagement.”

"It will not be dissolved," Narcissa said coldly. "She is pregnant with my grandbaby. And Draco is mad for her."

Blaise mumbled something under his nose.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me."

“My lawyer will be in touch,” Blaise said, grabbing Hermione for a tight hug.

"Blaise, I want you to stay with me," Hermione pleaded.

“You could come and stay at my estate, Honey. There's plenty of space.” He ran a finger along her jawline.

"But the Marriage Board has said that I have to stay with Malfoy Jr. He has no substance."

“I will repeal it,” Blaise assured her kissing both hands.

Hermione sighed and leaned into Blaise's arms.

Narcissa dragged Hermione away from the young man.

Hermione jerked away from Narcissa as soon as Blaise disapparated.

"What is your problem?" Hermione asked. "Blaise has been my friend since fourth year."

“The problem is that you are to be Draco's. You are grounded, young lady."

"Blaise is MY friend! Draco knew where I was and with whom."

“He did not know.”

"He watched me floo to Zabini's house!"

“That is not a valid reason.”

"He has no valid reason to deny me the right to see my friends!"

“This 'friend' seems to want more.”

"I need my friend!" Hermione said, glowering at the other witch. "He is handsome."

“I will not let you see him alone.”

"How am I supposed to be able to de-stress if I can not have private conversations with my friend? I need private time with Blaise."

Narcissa grabbed the young witch and disapparated.

Hermione screeched when they appeared in the main hall of the Manor.

"What is wrong with you?"

“So here is our run away bride,” Lucius said calmly.

"Draco knew I was going shopping with Blaise!"

“I did not,” Draco said as he stood up.

"I told you I was going shopping with Blaise!" Hermione said, stomping her foot.

“You flooed away instantly. I did not have a chance!”

"Since when do I need your permission to go shopping with my friend?

“Yes as that friend just sent us a missive by his lawyer,” Draco flung a pachment on the table.

"I don't control what he does," Hermione said. "And it seems like you think I am some kind of slave for you. He is justifiably worried."

“Draco, I think that from now on you should be at your bride's side.”

"Why do you hate me?" Hermione demanded before she ran up the stairs to go to her room.

Draco followed her.

Hermione began to sob into her pillow.

Draco entered her room.

"If you aren't Blaise, Severus, Remus, Harry, Ron, or anyone without Malfoy for a surname, I don't want to see you!"

“I'm afraid you will have to see me.”

“Go away, Draco. You are a brute. Blaise is so sweet!”

"You ran away! To the house of a man whom I told you desires nothing more than a shag."

"He offered to marry me!" Hermione said, throwing one of the decorative pillows at Draco.

“Because he wants to shag you!”

“And so? He is nice! He and I have been friends since my fourth year!" Hermione said. "You are trying to drive a wedge between him and me. He has every right to have his lawyer sending you papers."

“You are mine, witch!”

"I am not! You are a NEANDERTHAL! I should be allowed to spend time with my friend. He would never take advantage of me as you constantly try to do."

“You belong to me!” Draco said and magic began to whirl around him.

"My heart will never be yours!"

Things began to crash around him.

"Help!" Hermione began to scream and scream. She curled on the bed in a ball.

Narcissa rushed into the room and screamed when she saw her baby lying on the floor motionless.

“What did you do to him?” Narcissa asked in a soft voice. Tears flowed down the witch’s cheeks as she dropped to her knees and drew her baby close.

"I didn't do anything to him," Hermione said, sniffling as she dared to raise her head. When she saw a glass of water on the nightstand, she grabbed it and gulped it down. "He went crazy and his magic went nuts. I didn't do anything."

Narcissa held Draco's trembling body.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked as she crawled to the edge of the bed to look down at the quaking body of the blond wizard.

“I need to call a Healer. His heartbeat is almost nonexistent and he is not breathing.”

Hermione crawled off the bed and took Draco's hand.

His pulse was so weak.

"Draco," Hermione asked, leaning over and brushing his hair back. "You're so cold."

Narcissa reappeared with the Healer next to her.

Hermione glared at the Healer and twisted a tendril of Draco's hair around her finger.

The Healer shooed her away as he went to check on Draco.

"Don't you touch him," Hermione said, smacking the Healer upside the head and gathering Draco close as she hauled his body up onto the bed.

Hermione glared at Narcissa and the Healer as she snuggled Draco possessively. She slid her hands around on his chest and put his head on her shoulder.

“Miss Granger, please, he needs medical attention!”

"You would kill him," Hermione accused pointing Draco's wand at the other two. "I won't let you!"

Draco gasped loudly as his breathing began to deepen.

"Lucius," Narcissa stuck her head out into the hall and called.

Lucius strode into the room.

"You stay away," Hermione said, trying to aim the wand at all three of them at the same time.

Draco moaned.

“I'm here, Draco,” she said and stroked his pale cheeks.

Draco trembled and cried out.

"Will never love me."

His body began to twitch and seize.

Hermione laid him on the bed and straddled him.

"Draco, stop this at once," Hermione demanded, taking his cheeks in her hands.

“I am scum. Not worthy.”

"You are not scum! You are a bully," Hermione said, and she stretched over him.

His pulse slowed down to almost none. He took a few ragged breaths but soon he was not breathing.

Hermione began to cry loudly as she fisted his robes.

"WAKE UP DRACO!"

He didn't move at all.

"I don't want you to die," Hermione whispered, and she began to kiss his cheeks. "You aren't allowed!"

His form was still.

Hermione clung to Draco and continued to sob.

“I didn't really mean it! I’m sorry.”

Draco's eyes opened a slit and he took a deep breath.

“You got me so worried! Silly boy!” Hermione kissed his cheeks and held him close.

Draco looked up at her weakly.

“I feel dizzy.”

"You just lie here with me," Hermione said, petting his hair. "You are not allowed to die. What happened to you? I've never seen something like that before."

"It happens about once a month. The Healers don't know the cause."

“Oh Draco, you got me so worried!”

"You said that you didn't care about me."

“I don’t want you to die. Forgive me?”

"Yes, I love you."

“I will stay with you, all the time. Also by night. I don't want to leave you.”

"Thank you, my Love," Draco whispered, taking her hand.

“Don't scare me again like this.”

"I didn't mean to, my Love."

Hermione held him close, her ear listening to his heartbeat.

“My Draco.” she murmured.

"Yes," Draco whispered, trying to put his hand on her.

“You should rest now. Shall I ask Mimi to bring you your pajamas?”

"I am fine. Just stay with me," Draco whispered, turning his head to look up at her.

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Well, that was Chapter 12. If you want me to respond to reviews, please tell me. And I will do so with the next chapter.

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