Amorem Consentit

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Chapter 15 - Of Obsession and Compulsion

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“I think jeans look good on you,” Hermione purred as she swatted Draco's arse clad in tight dark blue jeans

"And I think you look good naked," Draco said, sliding a hand over her back to try to undo her bra.

“Shush, Draco, behave!” she chided him. “You need to be a good boy!”

"I am good," Draco said, trying to look down her blouse.

Hermione stared at the bracelet on her wrist, and she traced a finger over one of the black opals.

"I don't feel right, Draco. Can we go home?" she asked, taking his arm and snuggling it. "Please."

“Of course, just tell me if I should buy any of this?” he pointed at the rack with clothes he had tried on.

"Whatever you like," Hermione said, twisting the oval around to stare at the inscription. She ran a finger over it memorizing it.

“I want your opinion, Love. I want to look good for you,” he whined, wishing he could spell away her bracelet.

"In particular," Hermione said, walking up to Draco and wrapping her arms around his waist to press her cheek against his back. "I like the jeans you're wearing. And I really loved the grey suit with the black button down shirt. You look good in everything Draco, but you don't need all of these clothes, or to spend all of this money."

“I need some items for my wardrobe here. And it it's not expensive to me,” he said, pulling her in for a kiss.

Hermione slid her hands up to cup his face.

"You'll never try to give me up, will you?" Hermione asked, pressing close to him.

“I love you. It would break my heart to lose you,” he said.

"I don't want to lose you either," Hermione said, clutching the edge of the navy blue shirt that was unbuttoned at the top.

“You are the reason why I even wanted to live after the war. I can't imagine myself without you now.”

“Oh Draco, you are my man, and I want to be your wife,” she said, and she ran her hands through his hair.

"You are wonderful to me," Hermione said, looking up at him and kissing his chin as she cried a little. "I don't deserve you."

“I don't deserve you, Love. As I have been such a...brat in the past.”

"I've been awful," Hermione said, running her hands over him. "And my offenses are much worse."

“You are perfect for me, and you are going to be my wife very soon. Then I will make love to you and show you how good we are together,” he said and run his hand through her wild curls.

"Draco, whatever mistakes we’ve made in the past, whatever bumps in the road before us,” Hermione slid her arms around him, “can we always forgive each other? Will we swear an oath to always be there for each other?”

“I will always be there for you. I love you, Hermione!” Draco said and kissed her again. He could never get enough of it.

"Draco, I need to tell you something," Hermione said, and tears brimmed in her eyes. "I don't want you to be angry, yet I couldn't blame you for being angry or jealous."

“I can't be angry at you,” he soothed, threading his hand through her hair.

"Draco, I've been so bad," Hermione said, cupping his bottom. "I can't stand secrets though. I know how secrets tear families apart when they come out at the wrong time. I want our relationship to be honest. You've been honest with me, but I've not told you everything."

“What can be so horrible to tear us apart?” Draco asked.

"I've done things," Hermione said, steering him back toward a chair. She snuggled on his lap after he sat down.

“What things?” he said absent mindedly.

"I've snogged your father," Hermione said, gripping him tightly and putting her mouth right next to his ear. Tears dripped onto his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. It's that house without being married, and that stupid Merlin enchantment. I don't know what he did."

“Shh, love. All will be fine. We will be wed soon, and you will be so happy!”

"I bathed w-with him," Hermione cried, as Draco tugged her closer. "I was worried for him. He was hurt."

“It's okay, it's all Merlin's doing,” Draco said and held her close. He wouldn't get stupidly jealous.

Hermione trembled as she finished. "I gave him oral sex before you."

Draco snarled, holding her face against his neck. His father wanted to RUIN everything!

“Father should have not allowed you to become so affected! He was irresponsible! He used your weakness!”

"It wasn't his fault either. It was that spell. He never wants you to be hurt," Hermione said, kissing on his jaw.

“He has hurt me by using you!” Draco snarled. “My lovely, gentle witch weakened under a curse!”

"He was affected by the curse too," Hermione said, "I just want to stay with you. Just you." Hermione felt as if her heart was being assaulted by a fleet of dementors. She left one Malfoy. She couldn't lose the other. She couldn't. He just had to stay near to her.

“I will have you, Love. I will be all yours tomorrow. Will you want me to be yours?” he asked.

"More than anything I've ever wanted," Hermione said, holding him close as she stared at the bracelet on her wrist. She stroked one of the black opals with her index finger.

“Then I will be yours. Kiss me, Love!”

Hermione turned her mouth and allowed Draco's kiss as she silently apologized to Lucius for lying about her feelings for him. She stroked the bracelet.

There was still something tugging at her heart. She didn't know what it was.

“We will have the most perfect wedding. What about the honeymoon, Love? I am entitled to more leave, so if you'd like us to go somewhere...” Draco said, trying to distract her from the bracelet.

"Yes, I would love to have more time with you," Hermione said, nodding her head and stroking the bracelet faster as she smiled at him. "I've always wanted to go to Florida. You know so many unique magical herbs only grow in the Everglades."

“Anything you want, my heart. There's nothing in the world I would not allow you to have.”

"I know," Hermione said, sliding her hand into his hair. She looked into his grey eyes. "You have beautiful eyes, Draco."

“Oh Love, what will I ever do without you?”

“You don’t have to think of that,” she soothed him. “I will be all yours.”

Draco placed his cheek on her shoulder.

"Wow, this is better than Oprah," Roger said, staring at them.

“Hermione, maybe we should go home now?” Draco asked her quietly.

“Yes, Love,” she answered, giving him another kiss.

“We'll take everything that fit,” Draco said and handed over his card.

"I knew I liked him," Roger said, gathering up the clothes. "Would you like me to have them sent to your home?"

Hermione shook her head 'no' at Draco.

“We'll take them now,” Draco said.

Roger happily rung up the total. Oh he'd get a very nice bonus this week as all the purchases amounted to a good lot.

"Have you ever seen a movie, Draco?" Hermione asked, and she hugged on his arm kissing it lightly.

“No, what's a movie?” he asked as he picked up the bags from the till.

"You'll have to see it to really understand," Hermione said as they walked out of the store.

“Okay. Where can one see that?” Draco asked, looking at the Muggle cars whiz by.

"You have a television at home. We'll just find one on it."

“As you say, Love. I want to learn about Muggle culture.”

Hermione sighed against his arm as they walked down the street.

“And I love going home with my gorgeous woman. We are having such a good time,” he said and kissed her cheek.

“I will make you happy, Draco,” she purred and inhaled his scent.

"I'm happy just to be here with you," Draco said. "Nothing more is necessary."

“We'll watch a good movie, I promise,” Hermione said as they walked into the side alley to apparate back home.

She wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and pressed close for the side along apparition. She held him close and kissed the bracelet.

“So my Love, where do I find a movie?” Draco asked as he sent his purchases upstairs to their room.

"Come with me," Hermione said grasping his hand and leading him into a room with a large flat screen television set.

Draco followed curious about what he was to see.

Hermione pushed him down on the plush ivory sofa and plucked the remote off the table before curling up next to him and clicking the power button.

Draco's eyes widened when he saw the images on the screen change at light speed.

"DEMON BOX!" Draco screamed whipping out his wand and aiming it at the screen.

“Draco, calm down!” Hermione said and took Draco's wand away.

"Hermione, you summoned demons from the underworld!" Draco said. "I have to protect you!"

“It's a movie,” Hermione said. “See, all of it is confined to the screen.'

"What is that strange hairy thing?" Draco asked, pointing to the screen.

"It's Beauty and the Beast. You'll see. Sit down with me."

“If you're sure?” Draco asked, finally standing up and going to poke the screen.

"Draco, I can't see," Hermione complained. "It can't hurt you. I need cuddles."

He immediately returned to sit next to her.

Hermione draped herself over his lap.

“This is a very good animated movie. Just watch it.”

Draco shrugged and began to rub Hermione's back.

It was still odd to him to watch the images move and the voices tell the story.

"Think of it like a strange way to view a penseive," Hermione said.

“It's interesting,” Draco said, feigning interest as he knew it was important to learn about Muggle culture.

Hermione stroked his thigh absently and pressed her cheek against the bracelet.

She missed Lucius. She didn't know why the feeling persisted, but there was something irresistible about the older man. And he was clearly the male who was classy enough to send her jewelry. Draco said that she could have what she wanted. She wanted him to think of presents as thoughtful and deep as Lucius was obviously able to do.

Lucius was such a sweet man, Hermione thought. Of course, everyone had made mistakes in their life.

He had so much love to give, but no body seemed to want it.

“What are you thinking about, Love?” Draco asked as he noticed that she wasn't looking at the box.

"How wonderful it will be," Hermione said. "You know this story was written to ease girls about the prospect of marriage to a contracted man?"

“I didn't know that Muggles had contract marriages.”

"They don't anymore, but they used to," Hermione answered, rolling around so she could look up at him.

“Do you accept the fact that I loved you long before our engagement? When we weren't even friends?” Draco asked, brushing his fingers against her face.

"I do. I think we were meant for each other," Hermione said. "That stupid portrait of Merlin kept saying things like that."

“Maybe he was right about that one thing, you know?”

"I think it was one of the only honest things he said that wasn't about wanting to see me naked."

“Your gorgeous naked body will be for my eyes only,” Draco purred.

Hermione smiled and moved to straddle Draco.

“And your gorgeous body is for me to devour,” she answered and kissed him passionately.

Draco growled a little as he moved to lie out on the sofa, holding Hermione's hips tightly.

“I can't wait to make love to you,” he said huskily. “Every moment is like torture to me.”

"Well, the solicitor will be able to take care of all our problems on that front, and you shall never wait to have me again."

“Will you let me have you as many times as I wish?” Draco asked and nibbled at her ear.

"As much as we can," Hermione answered kissing his throat.

“Good,” he growled and squeezed her arse.

Hermione moaned and pressed forward on his erection.

The phone rang, and Draco jumped forward wrapping his arms around Hermione.

Hermione sat up on his hips and grabbed the phone off the hook.

“Hello, this is Kinkerton, and I've got good news for you.”

"What is the news?" Hermione asked, pressing a finger to Draco's lips so he opened his mouth.

“Well, for one I got your new car registered and insured tot he highest standard. If you need a new driving license, Miss Granger, I will arrange it too,” the lawyer paused.

Hermione put the phone on loudspeaker, so Draco could hear too.

"Con-tin-ue," Draco said, slowly and he enunciated clearly.

"Just talk normally like you did this morning, Love," Hermione said, twisting a strand of her brown hair around her finger.

“Also, I have an option for your wedding time. There was a cancellation at the registry office, so the soonest free time is tomorrow at 1pm.”

Hermione squealed, and shoved her mouth against Draco's shoving her tongue into his mouth.

“Is that time fine? If not, there's another free spot three days later?” the lawyer asked, wondering about the silence.

“Yes, yes, it's brilliant!” Draco said.

Hermione stared into Draco's eyes and bit her lip.

“Then I shall be there as well to collect the paperwork and see that the ceremony is going right,” Kinkerton assured.

"Excellent well," Draco said, and Hermione hung up the phone.

"You're a fish monger!" she said, laughing loudly as she fell back on Draco's legs.

“I'm a what?” he asked, not knowing what she meant.

"It's a line from Shakespeare," Hermione said. "He is widely read all over the world despite being dead almost 400 years.”

“Oh, I didn't know that,” Draco said as his hand wandered slowly over her body.

"Do you know Shakespeare?" Hermione asked as she quickly removed her shirt.

“No, I don't,” he answered honestly, transfixed on the beauty in front of him.

The phone rang again.

"Don't answer," Hermione said, kissing at his chin.

“We have to. Maybe it's Kinkerton with more important news,” he said and picked up the receiver.

Hermione pouted prettily before tugging on his belt.

"Hello," Draco said into the receiver.

Hermione continued to play with his belt before removing it.

“Hello Mr. Malfoy? This is the Lamborghini dealership. Your car is ready for you; we have finished all required paperwork together with your lawyer. Do you wish to come and pick it up yourself or we can deliver it to your house?'

Hermione was happily undoing his trousers and peeling them down along with his boxers.

Draco bit his lip to hold in a moan as Hermione blew on him.

“Can you deliver it to my home?” Draco said, trying to keep his voice normal.

“Yes sir, your car will be at your home within an hour. Is there anything else you'd like me to help you with?”

"I'm good," Draco gasped as Hermione cupped his testicles.

The clerk said his goodbyes and dropped the call.

"Hermione, you are too good," he said dropping the phone as Hermione kissed the head.

“I am good to my soon to be husband,” she said and her lips descended to engulf his cock.

He moaned loudly and forgot the world around him. She was such a goddess.

Hermione moaned happily as she pulled off him and kissed her way up his stomach.

“You little tease,” he whispered.

"Mine," Hermione whispered undoing his shirt to have more skin on skin contact with her Draco. "Let's go to the bedroom."

They didn't even have to move, as Draco was very skilled at side along appartion.

Hermione gasped as they landed in the soft bed with Draco on top.

"Not fair," Hermione said as Draco slid a hand over her panties. "I need you."

“And I need you,” he murmured and kissed her neck again and again.

"I want you," Hermione moaned as he slid a finger into her.

“You will have me fully tomorrow. I can't wait, though,” he confessed.

Hermione gasped and shoved herself against his hand.

“It will be brilliant. We should get our formals from the manor,” she said and gasped as Draco's fingers worked wonders on her sex.

"I'll send Sylvus for them," Draco hissed as he continued to work him.

“Who's that?”

"He is my house-elf here."

“You brought a house-elf to a Muggle house, Draco?” she asked, her eyes wide.

"It's fine, perfectly legal," Draco answered. "Didn't you think that it was disturbingly clean?"

“I thought you had hired cleaning services!” she said distraught.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Draco asked, trying to sooth her as she grew more upset.

“You brought a slave to our new home!” she said with tears in her eyes.

"Hermione, he loves working for our family. He loves serving me. Would you like to meet him?"

“He is a slave! He doesn't know what's right!”

"Hermione, do you know how house-elves came to work for wizards?" Draco asked, sitting back. "I didn't until I asked Sylvus. It is unwritten. Have you ever asked?"

“No, I never asked...” she said honestly.

"Well, shall I call Sylvus so you may speak with him on the matter?"

“Yes,” Hermione said and summoned her dressing robe.

"Sylvus," Draco said, doing up his trousers and digging his toes into the carpet.

POP!

A younger elf with large grey eyes appeared before them. He bowed low to the ground.

"What might Sylvus do to serve Master?" the elf asked.

“Can you explain Mistress how you decided to come and serve here?”

“Of course, Master. I came to serve here as I want to start my family in another house.”

Sylvus looked up into Hermione's eyes.

"What else might Sylvus offer?"

“Would you like to be set free?” Hermione asked eagerly.

Sylvus collapsed into tears and crawled to Draco's feet. He clutched his trouser leg.

"What has Sylvus done to displease Master and Mistress?" he sobbed. "Sylvus loves Master. Was raised beside him. Slyvus is sorry for whatever has incited Master and Mistress to anger. He will correct his mistakes."

“I just want you to be free,” Hermione said and disentangled the elf from Draco's leg. “So you can be free!”

"Master!" Sylvus cried falling back in terror and backing away from Hermione. "You wishes freedom for house-elves!" Sylvus leveled a finger at her. "If I is free, I is free to remain in the Master's service!"

"I is free to be his slave! I chooses it!"

“But you could choose to work anywhere you want and get paid for it!”

Sylvus blustered furiously. "Only shiftless, lazy elves feels need to be paid for doing service to Master! THAT DOBBY! THAT DOBBY! He was idle elf! And hads green eyes! Green eyes elves is full of GREED! Want to steal from Master! Dobby stole always! Sneaked away and told Master Lucius' secrets!"

“Dobby said all elves wanted to be free secretly!” Hermione argued.

"Dobby was full of lies and greed. Look where it got him! When the first elf met the first wizard," Sylvus stopped here, and he trembled with fury. “I have a perfect life here. A large cupboard all for myself. I have good food, and Master even gave me wool so I may knit in my spare time!”

Hermione looked at Draco in shock as the elf shouted.

"I've always encouraged Sylvus to speak freely to me," Draco said, as he sat down on the bed. He was enjoying the show.

“And Master even allowed me to have a partner if I so wish. I feel that I am not doing enough for master. This is a small house!”

"You should be free," Hermione said, approaching the pillowcase wearing elf.

“No! Master, please tell mistress I'll be good! She won't notice me! I will give back all the wool you gave me if you let me stay!” the elf kneeled on the floor and cried loudly.

“Love, you upset the poor elf,” Draco said with a grin.

"Draco, he should be free!" Hermione insisted.

"Is Sylvus not good enough to serve Mistress?" Sylvus asked looking up at her with large wet eyes.

“I want you to earn your own money,” Hermione said and picked up a t shirt she had dropped earlier. “Here, take the clothes and be free!”

"Master, does Sylvus have to take what Mistress is offering?" Sylvus asked, looking up at Draco.

"No, you don't Sylvus. You are an adult elf and capable of making decisions."

“Mistress, Sylvus respectfully declines. I wants to prove you I am worthy to serve here.”

"Draco!" Hermione scolded. "Free the elf."

"Forcing Sylvus to do something. That sounds like slavery."

“He doesn't want to go free, don't you see?” Draco added.

"Mistress, has you met an elf other than Dobby who wished freedom?" Sylvus asked, and he flattened his ears as he said Dobby's name.

“No, but it is because only Dobby was brave enough to say it!”

“He was mad! His mother had been drinking butterbeer when she was pregnant with him!”

Hermione frowned. What was wrong with the elf not wanting freedom?

“What he is trying to say, Dobby had a slight mental disability. Therefore he acted oddly,” Draco informed her.

"Why do you want to be a slave?" Hermione asked.

“I am not a slave! I is needed servant!”

"Servants are paid," Hermione argued.

"Mistress is a stubborn witch," Sylvus said, shaking a finger at her.

“You don't get paid!” she reminded him.

"I don't have any use for money, I have all I need here-shelter, food and work.”

Hermione huffed. “We should release him, still. We can hire Muggle help if needed.”

"Hermione, this is madness. He wants to be here. I want him to be here. He is not a slave."

"He has to punish himself! I saw all the scars on Dobby!"

"Dobby was a loony! I not has to punish myself that way! If I does wrong, I tells master I is sorry and will make it right. Then I stand in the corner for a while and think how to be good elf!”

Hermione walked over and buried her face in a pillow and she screamed.

“I will bring Mistress calm draught, Master.”

"Thank you," Draco said, taking Hermione in his arms.

Sylvus returned momentarily with a small bottle holding a blue potion. Draco took it and nodded to the elf.

“He is a deluded slave!” Hermione cried as she looked at the elf.

"I is very sane," Sylvus said. "I is treated well by Master. I always has been. I trips when I was little and brokes my arm. Master Lucius called for his personal Healer to come and heal me. He staysed with me and made sure I is okay."

“Really?” Hermione asked, looking at the elf suspiciously.

"Mistress can ask Master Lucius about it herself if she likes. Sylvus is more than happy to fetch him."

Hermione felt odd again at the mention of Lucius. Draco scowled. He didn't want his father to find out their hiding place.

Hermione buried her face in Draco's chest. She clung to him.

She knew that she craved to see Lucius, touch him, kiss him...

"No, don't contact Father," Draco said.

"As Master commands," Sylvus said, and he melted away.

Hermione knew she could argue with Draco and recall the command.

She just silently shifted closer to him.

"I want to go and get my things myself, Draco," Hermione said, stroking his chest.

“No, we will rest here. Sylvus will be fine picking all up himself.”

"Draco, please?" Hermione pleaded as she cried. "I'm not comfortable with it. I want everything to be perfect."

“Father will once again thwart our plans and use you!”

"He won't! He won't!" Hermione said, tugging at him and giving him her best sad eyes. "I won't even see him. I just have to go to my room!"

“No, Love, I can't allow it. The manor recognizes movement. He will know.'

Hermione shifted against him and increased the volume of her sobs.

"What if I do an invisibility spell?"

“Your magical signature will be recognized.”

Hermione shifted closer to him. "He won't be able to see me. I promise. I will only be there for a moment."

“I will not let you run away the day before we wed. I won't be able to live without you!”

"I'm not running away! I'm getting the things for the wedding that I need! You're my Draco," Hermione said, snuggling on him.

“What about Father?”

"He doesn't like me," Hermione said, sliding her hands over him. "I won't do anything to hurt you."

"He does like you," Draco said as he clasped her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “And I fear he will try to dissuade you from marrying me.”

"Draco, I need my things," Hermione said. "I will come back to you. It will not take long. Just five minutes."

“Sylvus will get them,” Draco assured her.

"But Draco," Hermione pleaded, tugging on him again.

“No, I can't allow it!” he yelled.

Hermione leapt away from him as he yelled and backed to the foot of the bed.

“I will not lose you! Not to him!”

Hermione continued to back away from Draco as magic cackled around him.

“He just sees you as a new shiny toy! I love you, Hermione. He doesn't!”

Hermione stared at him as the magic flared and spun and danced like the Northern lights.

“You don't understand how much you mean to me! I want to be your husband! I don't want to imagine that you want my father!”

"Draco, calm down," Hermione said, getting off the bed to move farther away from him. "You're scaring me."

“He will use you! For his pleasure! He doesn't love you!”

"Draco, calm down," Hermione said, as some of the items that had been on her vanity were whisked into the air as leaves in the autumn were whipped on windy days.

“He will take you away from me! I know he wants to reverse the engagement so that you are his! I won't allow it!”

Hermione stared at all the objects spinning through the air.

With Draco's magic flaring out of control, Hermione backed away from him. So many things were flying around that Hermione couldn't keep her eyes on them all. A hand-mirror cracked her in the back of the head and she pitched forward.

“You are mine!” he screamed.

Hermione lied unconscious on the floor.

More things crashed around the room.

Draco glared at Hermione with tears in his eyes before she shimmered and disappeared.

“She left me,” he sobbed and curled up in a ball.

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Lucius cradled Hermione in his arms and slid a hand into her hair. He winced when his hand found something warm and sticky. He pulled it out and saw blood.

"What is the boy doing?" Lucius said, cradling her. "At least you were wearing the bracelet, Sweet."

"Mori," he shouted.

A tiny elf with black eyes appeared.

"Yes, Master," she answered looking up at him.

“Get the first aid box. And call the Healer!”

"Immediately Master," Mori said, winking away and reappearing with the first-aid box.

"What did he do in his anger? He has to learn control," Lucius said, holding her close as he sat in chair in his study.

“Lord Malfoy, what has happened?”

The family Healer came rushing in.

"My son's fiancée slipped. He is out at work," Lucius said, looking into the Healer's eyes and daring the man to contradict him.

The Healer levitated Hermione to the bed and set to work.

Lucius sat next to her. He took her hand as his family Healer whispered a spell that mend Hermione's skull.

“How is she?' Lucius asked with worry evident in his voice.

"She got whacked in the head hard," the Healer said. "It is difficult to say until she wakes up. And she needs to wake up on her own. She may have memory loss."

“But will she wake up?”

"She should be awake within a day or two," the elderly wizard said, looking into the eyes of the second of the three Malfoys he had delivered.

“Does she need any special care?” Lucius asked, still holding her little hand.

"There is nothing else to be done for her. Stay close to her. Talk to her. It helps. It is powerful magic. However this happened," the Healer trailed off. "Give her this potion when she awakes regardless." He set a pale green potion down on nightstand.

“What if she doesn't wake?”

"She will. She has survived much worse, if the stories my daughter has told me of her escapades at Hogwarts are any indication."

“Alright, I hope what you say is right.”

"Don't worry, Lucius. She'll be fine. I recommend you inform Draco immediately. You know his temper."

“Of course, Harold, I will let him know,” Lucius lied.

"It's up to you, Lucius. You don't need to lie," Harold said, walking to the fireplace. "If her condition worsens, call me."

“I will,” Lucius said and looked at the fragile angel in his bed.

Hermione's face screwed up and she called out incoherently.

“Shh, Sweet, I will make everything better.”

Hermione cried out again, and she kicked at the blankets.

Her hands reached out for someone and as she didn't grasp anyone she erupted into more sobs.

Lucius couldn't stand it. He crawled into the bed and ran his hands over her face brushing away the tears.

She reached out for him and snuggled him close. Her breathing became slower.

"It's okay. You're safe. I'm right here," Lucius said, pressing his lips to her forehead. "You'll be fine."

He rested his head on the pillow next to her, and she wiggled till her nose and forehead pressed to his.

Lucius wondered what Draco had done to her. The boy had a hot temper, but it had never showed as violence against a person.

Hermione sighed and tugged at the robe that was tangled around her.

Lucius tied it shut closer.

Hermione tugged at his shirt ripping a few buttons off.

“Hush, Darling,” Lucius said and stilled her hand.

"Not enough," Hermione cried out as her eyes burst open and stared past him at the wall. "Closer."

“Relax, thieving little witch,” Lucius purred, smoothing his hands through her hair.

"Lucius," Hermione said weakly, "Dra-Dra."

“I am here, Sweet,” Lucius purred.

Hermione cried a little more and tugged at his shirt as her eyes closed, and she fell back limp. Lucius shifted closer to her.

"You're a good little witch," Lucius said, kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry that the boy has no control of his temper."

Her little hand moved down his body and cupped his bit.

Lucius lifted her hand from him and kissed each finger gently.

“Mine!” she mumbled and her other hand went to his bit.

"I'm under your spell," Lucius said, brushing her hair with his fingers. "Please wake up."

She was still unconscious.

A wave of magic twirled through the room and their clothes vanished.

"Lucius," Hermione said, shifting into his arms. "Dra-Dra."

Her hands found his bit and began teasing it slowly.

Lucius bit his lip and tried not to thrust into the soft hand fisting him. He was supposed to be taking care of her, and she was giving him a handjob. His breathing quickened when one soft, tiny hand cupped a testicle.

“Mine,” she purred in her unconscious state.

"If this is what it is to be yours," Lucius said, crying in the back of his throat when her hand sped up.

He didn't know if she realized what she was doing to him.

He curled up around her as he came on her hand.

She mewled something in pleasure, but then curled up over him and fell asleep.

"Gladly yours," Lucius whispered as he tried to get his breathing under control.

To say that he was happy to have her in his bed was difficult. Yes, he loved her little curvy body resting atop of his, but he knew she was Draco's.

He drifted off to sleep rubbing her back in slow circles.

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“Draco!” Hermione screamed as she awoke next to a warm body.

Lucius was ripped from his sleep.

"You're awake, Sweet," he said, cradling her. "I was worried."

“Where am I? What time is it?” she asked, looking around confusedly.

"You're at home," Lucius said, "It's nine thirty in the morning. You got hurt last night, and were brought here."

“Draco? Where is he?”

"He never came," Lucius said. "I don't know. Are you alright?"

“The wedding! He doesn't want to marry me!”

"Of course, he wants to marry you," Lucius said, smoothing her hair.

She burst into loud sobs.

"Don't cry," Lucius said, pulling her into his arms as he stood up. "Everything will be fine. Go shower, Sweet."

"He said he wouldn't leave me," she sobbed.

"Sweet, trust me. I will make everything fine."

“He is probably upset about the accident. He is not always in control of his temper.”

"He said that he wouldn't leave me," Hermione said, clinging to Lucius around the middle.

“He hasn't,” Lucius told her firmly.

"Why isn't he here?"

"Hermione, look at me," Lucius said, tilting her head up.

"He is on leave," Hermione till at least the end of the week. "Why wouldn't he come to me? He said he loves me. But he doesn't. He left me."

"Hermione," Lucius said, gripping her tightly against him. "Go take a shower. Put on your wedding clothes. We are going to Muggle London, and you are being married today."

"Draco doesn't want me."

"Trust me Hermione, I will make everything alright."

“I want to marry you, Lucius!” she begged.

"You are marrying Draco," Lucius said, gripping her wrist and directing her to the bathroom.

He would not torment himself with her naked body. She was Draco's. She wanted him.

“No, I don't want to!” she pouted.

"You were brought here last night because you were in danger. I will not take anything that my son wants. You will marry him, and you'll like it."

“I like you!”

She looked into his eyes with a smoldering look. “We could elope and then you could make love to me.”

Lucius grit his teeth and turned on the cold water before pushing her into it.

"You will marry Draco."

She squealed when the cold water hit her. “But I want you, too! You have such a delicious body. I enjoyed sucking you very much.”

"So much that you repeated it with Draco," Lucius said. "Breaking your word to me."

He stalked from the bathroom.

Hermione turned the water off and ran after him.

“Lucius, listen!”

Her vision began to swim and unconsciousness overtook her.

"Hermione!" Lucius yelped and he lunged for her.

He didn't manage to catch her before she hit the floor. Only then Lucius remembered that he had forgotten to give her the potion Harold had left for her.

Hermione began to twitch and convulse wildly. Blood poured out of her mouth.

Lucius called the healer immediately.

“Lucius, what happened?” Harold asked when he kneeled down next to the witch.

“She woke up and was fine, went to take a shower but then collapsed. I forgot to give her the potion you left.”

Harold shook his head, and touched Hermione's cheek as he waved his wand over her.

"She has pressure built up in her brain. It seems that she is affected by a compulsion magic, which is not an unforgivable, but just as strong.”

“What is that?” Lucius asked, now seriously worried about her.

"I'm not familiar with whatever this spell is," Harold said. "It is an ancient spell that has only grown with each successive generation.

“Will it kill her?” Lucius asked, stroking her pale cheek.

"Compulsion magic doesn't kill, but it can damage the brain. It can create mania. Once she has accomplished whatever the compulsion is, she should revert to her old self."

Lucius face contorted in worry.

“I can take her to St. Mungos to find out what it is she has to accomplish.”

"LUCIUS!" Hermione cried out, and she flopped around. "DRACO!"

“I guess it is best she is taken to the hospital. Our private rooms.”

“Yes, Lucius, I think she needs more care to revert to her old self.”

"LUCIUS! DRACO!" Hermione screamed, flopping around pitifully before whispering. "It's no use."

“Let's take her to the hospital,” the healer said and levitated her towards the fireplace.

Hermione sobbed and flailed around. Her voice had quieted to a whimper.

"Lucius..." she whispered. "Draco."

Lucius and Harold had managed to floo her to the private patients’ reception room.

Hermione began to struggle and fight the pull of the hovering spell.

Lucius moved forward and touched her hand. Her flailing eased a little.

"DRACO!" Hermione screamed, breaking out the windows around her.

Thump-bump.

"What in the name of Merlin?" Draco shouted.

He had been sleeping in his bed in Kensington when he had felt a magical pull, one similar to a portkey.

"Draco," Hermione whimpered.

Draco rushed to hold her hand.

Hermione's held lolled backwards and she just let herself hang in the air.

"Interesting," Harold said.

“What happened to her?” Draco asked, ignoring the stares of the nurses and healers around them.

"You tell me," Lucius said, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

Draco blanched. He hadn't realized that his emotional outbreak would cause his witch such distress.

"I have cause," Lucius said lightly as they walked into a room with mint green walls that had a large bed on one wall.

Draco looked at her as she hovered. He dropped her hand.

"DRACO!" Hermione screeched.

Lucius didn't let go of her hand as well, and assured that Draco was holding her hand as well so that the healer could levitate the witch to a bed.

"My men," Hermione said, squeezing them.

“If her condition has to do with you, you will pay,” Lucius snarled as he looked at his son.

Draco had tears in his eyes, and he held her hand against his lips.

"I'm so sorry, my Love."

“You should be! What would have happened to her if I hadn't given her the bracelet?”

"I didn't do it on purpose," Draco said, trying to snuggle her as soon as she was on the bed.

“I didn't want her to go and get her dress from the Manor.”

"So you lost your temper over something childish!" Lucius said.

Draco was crying openly and trying to hold her.

"She'll be alright," Lucius said, gripping his son's shoulder. He couldn't watch his son hurt without trying to make him feel better.

“What if she won’t? I can't live without her. I drank myself to sleep last night as I couldn’t find her.”

"Have I ever lied to you, Draco?" Lucius asked squeezing the boy's shoulder.

"No, Father."

“So let the Healers work.”

Draco leaned in and kissed her face and cheeks.

“Lucius,” she muttered.

Harold and other Healers were nearby, casting several diagnostic charms on her.

Lucius leaned over and kissed her forehead to try to help him.

“I can't believe this!” one healer muttered.

“What is it?” Lucius asked nervously.

Draco tried to snuggle Hermione more closely.

"I'm so sorry. I love you," he said.

She sighed in her sleep and wrapped one arm around him.

“This is like from the textbook,” one Healer gushed.

“What is it?” Lucius asked sternly.

"Lu-Lu-Lucius," Hermione whimpered, "Come closer please. Please."

Her little hand pulled him close to her.

“It's a marriage compulsion spell. But not for a standard marriage. She needs a triad.”

"That is absurd," Harold said. "That spell is a myth as you would know had you read the text more carefully."

“Sir, however this myth has been closely related to the Malfoy line in speculations,” Healer Dodson replied.

"It is absurd!" Harold said. "Get out of here."

Dodson scampered from the room.

"Damn graduates. Think they know everything because they've read the most recent text. They conveniently forget who teaches the class."

“Mine!” Hermione cried and pulled both Malfoys to herself.

Harold walked over and stuck the tip of his wand in a drawer. It opened and he picked up a clarifying potion.

“She probably is suffering distress from the impending marriage and also the concussion gives her trouble,” the Healer tried to reason.

"Excellent theory," Harold said, nodding in approval to the other graduate.

"Thank you, Sir," the younger female said.

Hermione hands wandered down the men's bodies till she found their arses and squeezed them.

Draco reached for the wrist attached to the hand squeezing his father.

"I'm over here, Love."

Lucius reached over and snatched Draco's chin.

"Allow what she wants," he said, pushing his son's face away.

“Lucius, Lucius,” she murmured nervously, till she found her way back to his arse.

Some of the male Healers had a hard tome to be focused. They were not used to seeing a gorgeous, naked woman in a semi sexual embracing in a hospital.

"Harold, get rid of them," Lucius said, jerking his head at the Healers who were loitering in the hallway.

Within a short time the young men were deprived of the enticing sight. It sure would be the talk of the ward and the reason for some wank sessions.

"I expect them to be obliviated," Lucius said, kissing Hermione temple as she turned toward him. "You're alright, Princess."

Hermione mewled as she squeezed the Malfoys' arses again.

She opened her eyes and licked her lips.

"My men!" she claimed before latching an arm up around each neck.

Draco nuzzled her neck and whispered words of apology.

Hermione's mind was still swimming, but she felt less stressed as her men were right there.

"Draco, you came," she said, leaning up and kissing his lips.

“I promised I wouldn't leave you,” he murmured and kissed her lips gently.

“It hurts so much. So much pain...” she whispered.

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I hope you all enjoyed it. The wabbit is hungry as always, and he needs review salad.

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