Ritual Seduction

Chapter Eleven: To Woo a Witch’s Family

Hermione and Draco arrived back at the chateau just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. It has been a long day indeed.

Hermione quickly penned letters to her family, explaining that she and a guest would be arriving tomorrow with news. She would see her parent’s first then head over the Burrow.

After the letters had been sent off, the Gancanagh and his mate crawled into bed and into each other arms.

“We have a very busy day tomorrow mo anam.” Hermione said running her hands up his chest around his neck.

“So we should try to get some sleep,” Draco half moaned as his mates nails scratched his scalp in slow circles.

“Yes, sleep…” Hermione commented distractedly as she moved forward to nuzzle her nose into the soft bit of skin below his Adams apple.

“Mo croí, if you keep this up we will not be sleeping for some time.” He commented as his hand slid down to cup her plump bottom, dragging her even closer to him.

“We don’t have to be at my parents until lunch.” Hermione whispered before sucking his earlobe between her lips and flicking the soft tissue with her tongue.

“Oh how you tempt me my witch,” Draco’s deep voice rumbled before his lips sough out and sealed over Hermione’s.

Soon all clothes had been tossed off and they lay flesh to flesh.

Side by side Hermione draped on thigh over her lovers hip, opening herself to him. Draco’s fingers slid down from her neck, caressing the hardened tips of her full breast, sweeping over the sweet curve of her hip and moving down between her welcoming legs.

His fingers dipped into her soft wetness as his tongue swept inside of her mouth- muffling their simultaneous moans of pleasure.

“So soft mo croí, so wonderfully ready for me.” Draco whispered against her lips as the weeping tip of his cock rocked teasing against her feminine petals.

“Mmm, please Draco,” Hermione pleaded with him as she rocked her hips closer to his.

“Yes my mate.” He answered as his arm wrapped around her back and he slid into her body.

The slow dance of lovers began, eventually quickening as they sought their climaxes.

Draco watched his lovers doe brown eyes sparkle and darken with love and passion.

Hermione watched as her mate’s marking began to simmer and his eyes turn the color of storm clouds as he moved in and out of her with powerful thrusts.

Stars suddenly exploded in her vision and Hermione felt pulled into a wave of bliss, before darknesss settled around her.

Draco followed shortly behind, her body pulling him closer, taking him in and holding him within her. He released his passion with a deep growl, holding her closer.

When he had come down from his orgasm he looked at the witch he loved, to find her limp in his arms.

“Hermione?” Draco asked gently stroking her blushing face. When she did not respond Draco got a little worried “Love, you need to wake up please.” He said a bit louder giving her limp body a little shake.

When Hermione’s eyes opened Draco sighed in relief. “Are you okay my darling?” he asked.

“Oh yes, you wore me out my love.” She smiled sleepily at him. Draco smiled back and nuzzled her affectionately.

“Sleep well my beautiful witch, tomorrow we take on Titians.” He whispered as he settled down. They fell asleep- still joined together.

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Draco stood in the back garden of the Granger household- in his mortal form- fidgeting while Hermione lowered the wards to allow him entrance.

She looked back and watched as he ran his hands over the non-existent winkles on his trousers for the hundredth time.

“Relax my love.” She said clasping his hands in hers and she stood on tip-toes to kiss his cheek.

“I just want them to like me.” He hated feeling so insecure.

“I love you, so they will learn to love you as their son soon enough.” She promised as she went in the back door.

Mrs. Amelia Jean Granger- a petite women with long chestnut colored curls- was standing over the sink rinsing out some teacups when she heard the kitchen door open. She turned to find her only child on the arm of a very handsome blond man.

“Hi mum,” Hermione smiled and went to embrace her mother.

“Hello sweetheart, how are you.”

“Very well. Mum this is Draco.”

“Hello Mrs. Granger,” Draco greeting, lifting her hand and kissing the air above her knuckles.

“Hello to you too.” She greeted flustered by the chivalrous gesture.

“Where is Daddy?” Hermione asked.

“Waiting for you in parlor, lets go through.” Amelia lead the pair to the comfortable sitting room.

Robert Granger- a tall thin man with salt and pepper hair- stood from his chair and quickly wrapped his child in a bear hug, nearly lifting her off the hardwood floor.

“Hello my little pumpkin” his deep voice spoke affectionately.

“Hi Daddy,” she smiled at the old term of endearment.

“And who is this young man?” he asked giving Draco a skeptical once over.

“Daddy, this is Draco Malfoy.”

“Malfoy, the brat that teased you all those years at school!” the older man huffed.

“I am sorry I have to own up to it, but yes.” Draco answered extending his hand.

“He as made amends Daddy, shake his hand.” Hermione urged.

Her father slowly reached out and finally clasped hands- giving two firm pumps before releasing.

“Good boys,” Hermione joked.

“Let’s sit,” Amelia gestured.

Hermione and Draco took the couch while Amelia perched on the arm of her husband’s chair.

“Now what do you have to tell us dear, your note was very cryptic.” Her mother asked.

“Well, you see, Draco and I are together.”

“Okay…”

“We are mated.” Draco stated

“Beg your pardon?” Mr. Granger asked.

“Daddy, Draco is not just a wizard he is part magical creature, one that had a predestined mate and I am his.”

“It is a very long story sir,” Draco said.

“We have plenty of time, so you best start at the beginning.”

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By the end of the tale her parent could nothing but stare slack-jawed at the pair on the couch.

“So you could leave him, if you wanted to?” Robert asked

“Yes I could leave until the Fates bind us.”

“So much for asking the father for permission.”

“Well actually sir, I would like to ask permission to marry you daughter.”

“What?” Hermione asked.

“The bind in the other realm can only be attended by those of the other world, I want to have a ceremony that will bind s in this world as well.” Draco explained.

“Sir, madam,” he nodded at the Grangers “will you give your blessing to our marriage?”
“You have my blessing, keep each other happy.” Amelia said with a smile

“Well you have mine as well, if she will have you.” Robert commented trying to keep a straight face.

“Good now I can give you this, my love,” Draco said to Hermione as he kneeled down in front of his mate.

“Will you marry me?” he asked slipping a beautiful platinum ring from his pocket. The square diamond was flanked by intricately carved designs that looked like the marks he bore while in his Gancanagh form.

“Of course mo anam.” She said letting him place the ring on her finger before launching herself into his arms, laughing with joy.

Robert pulled his wife into his lap and held her close, “Seems our little pumpkin has gone and fell in love.”

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Draco was happy with how thing had panned out with his future in-laws, but now as he stood in the front drive of the Burrow he felt his courage dwindling.

“So who is home?” he asked as Hermione knocked on the old wooden door.

“Well Bill and Charlie are on site working but I think everyone else is going to be home for Sunday dinner.”

“Wonderful,” he gulped.

The door burst open to reveal a very flustered Molly Weasley in her floral apron and a spoon in hand.

“There you are Hermione dear,” she said affectingly pulling the younger witch into her arms.

“And a young Malfoy on my stoop, well I guess you best be coming in.” she bustled back into the house, the sounds of the full house engulfing the young couple.

The Weasley family was gathered in the sitting room waiting for Sunday supper. The loud joyful conversation stopped immediately when they noticed Draco and Hermione- hand-in-hand, in the doorway.

“Oi! What is this?” Fred asked from his seat on the couch.

“Why twin dear, I believe that is Mione on the arm of a Malfoy.” George observed.
“This story ought to be quite good then,” Fred said,

Ron took a seat and looked up expectantly at the couple. “I give you thirty minutes to make a good argument, if you fail, I break his nose.”

“And I get a go at his jaw.” Harry added from his place leaning against the couch, his arm around his fiancé Ginny.

And so the young pair went into the tale. The Weasley’s, being an old magical family, were quite shocked at the fact the Draco was of Gancanagh blood.

The tale of Lucius and the Fates had the family on the edges of their seats. But most of all Hermione devotion and love, spoken and unspoken let the group know more than they needed to know.

And when the tale ended the young men of the family looked around and nodded.

Draco noticed the interaction, his anxiety rising again.

“Boys, you know the drill,” George said and the they rose.

“You hurt her,” Fred said

“In any way,” Ron continued

“We will end you,” Harry finished.

“You have a ten second head start, the door to the garden is over there,” George pointed then started to count.

Draco did not have to be told twice, and he took off like a shot.

The boys caught up with him and gave him an honorary welcome to the family beating.
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