When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Chapter 16 - Meeting D.L.A.M.

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I know this has been a long time in coming. But I promise I am still thinking of it and am definitely going to complete it. Nothing to worry about on that count.

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Draco sighed, wondering what he could send to Hermione tomorrow.

There were so many things he could think of. Did she even like his presents?

His mother had sent his father a letter about how she was doing, but after four days, he had not heard a word from Hermione. Maybe she hated his presents.

Draco left his room and began to prowl the hallways.

Maybe she couldn't wait to get out of the spa and be free of him.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

Draco looked over his shoulder to see his father pacing restlessly as well.

“I think Hermione has left me.”

"I am certain that hasn't happened," Lucius said, putting a hand on his son's shoulder.

“But I haven't had word from her. She didn't send a reply to my presents. She probably hated all of it, as Severus' list was a joke.”

"I'm sure your godfather wouldn't do that to you," Lucius said.

"But Mother has sent letters to you."

"Your mother and I have a firm relationship. Miss Granger probably is nervous and doesn't know what to say."

“She probably binned all the gifts I sent her.”

"Don't be silly," Lucius said. "Your gifts were lovely. Your mother sent a letter telling me the first thing she grabs for is your note."

“Mother might have just written it to calm me. Probably after reading the note she wondered from whom the fuck the presents are sent!”

“Draco, watch your language!” Lucius chided the boy.

"I will talk however I feel like," Draco said, crossing his arms and glaring at the portraits and sticking his lip out.

“It won't give you anything to talk like a foul mouthed shoe-shiner.”

Draco glared at him. "IT'S HOPELESS! She will never like me!"

“She will adore you.”

"Why doesn't she write?" Draco whined. "She will never care for me. How could she when I can't even tell her my NAME!?"

“Severus said it is important that she remembers you when she can.”

"She needs to know my name. She wants to know my name! It's bad enough I can't see her."

"Don't yell at me!"

“Why can't I see her?” Draco asked and sat down on the floor sobbing.

"Just three more days," Lucius said, wrapping his arms around Draco. He pressed his cheek to his son's head. He never hurt worse than when he saw Draco in such pain.

“But how can she be happy knowing she is engaged to someone who she doesn't remember? Who doesn't even have a name? What if she thinks she is engaged to someone like…Hagrid?”

"I'm sure she will send you something soon," Lucius said, rubbing Draco's back. "Patience."

“Yes, she'll send me a ‘bugger off, moron’ note!”

"I'm sure she won't. Did lots of boys speak to her at school?

“Yes, plenty! Especially Zabini. Always talking to her about something.”

"Didn't she think that he was of the persuasion that wouldn't be attracted to her?" Lucius asked, wishing there was something, anything he could do to make his child smile.

“Blaise is a good actor. And he has lured her into a sense of false security. Didn't you get a nice missive from his lawyer today?”

"Yes, but don't you even worry about that," Lucius said, allowing Draco to wrap his arms around him.

“Remember she was saying that she wanted me dead? I guess she still thinks so.”

"I'm sure she doesn't," Lucius said, squeezing Draco more tightly. "Your mother used to say that to me all the time. But she never meant it."

“Hermione would mean it. What am I to her?”

TAP. TAP. TAP.

An owl covered in a dusting of snow and looking very irate tapped its beak against the glass. Stupid wizards. He would never deliver here again. He refused. He had been tapping for almost half an hour.

Lucius looked up and noticed the owl.

"Draco, there is an owl," Lucius said pointing at the angry bird.

Draco got up and opened the window. Annoying bird.

Lucius flicked his wand at the window, and the owl fluttered in all puffed up. Lucius took the envelope.

The owl fluttered away squawking furiously and flew away without waiting for a treat or reply. Ungrateful wizards.

“Is it from Mother?” Draco asked, glaring petulantly at his father.

"It says 'To Dearest D.L.A.M,'" Lucius said, handing the envelope to Draco.

"What?" Draco asked, wiping his cheeks. He grabbed the offered envelope and stared at the writing in disbelief.

“Open it, boy.”

Draco tore open the pink envelope and something dropped into his hand.

Draco stared at the silver pendant in his hand. He could see a lock of hair being pinched by the two halves of the heart.

“Could this be...” the question froze on Draco's lips.

“Yes, idiot boy, it's a devotion charm. She has not even seen your pitiful mug, yet sends this to you.”

Draco held in his squeal as he quickly draped it over his neck. He held it in his hands tracing it with a finger and grinned at it.

“Your mother gave me mine after we were wed. You are a lucky sod, boy.”

Draco grinned kissed the charm. He stood up and stretched his arms lazily.

"I think I'll go to bed now, Father."

Draco yawned as he walked down the hallway squeezing the charm tightly. He shut his door and silenced it before letting out a whoop of joy and jumping in the air.

Lucius smiled. At least his dear son was happy. He wondered what subtle Slytherin tactics his beloved Narcissa had employed to get the girl to commit to a boy she hadn't even seen.

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Hermione shifted nervously in the comfortable dress robes. She wrapped her cloak around her shoulders. She petted the soft fur.

She would finally meet her mysterious D.L.A.M.

"Are you ready, my Dear?" Narcissa asked. "We can leave in five minutes."

"Are you sure that I look okay?" Hermione asked, playing with her hair.

“Yes, you look fantastic. The stylist did a great work for the both of us!”

"Do you think he will still be awake? It's rather late. Surely he has to work tomorrow."

“He'll stay up all night for you, sweetheart,” Narcissa assured her.

“What if he won't like me?”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Narcissa said, offering the younger witch floo powder. "He has been written you dozens of letters."

“I know; it's just...what if I don't look good enough for him?'

"You are stunning. You would knock any wizard off his feet."

“I don't know...”

Narcissa took her hand and they both stepped into the Floo.

Hermione gasped as she stepped into a beautiful parlor well lit with candles.

What caught her attention before anything was the tall blond wizard holding a cane and dressed in gorgeous black velvet robes.

She gasped and ran to him throwing her arms around him tightly.

Lucius gasped at the force of a young witch colliding with him.

"You are so handsome. Just like in my dreams, but I thought you would be younger," Hermione said with a blush. "Was it some sort of aging spell mishap that caused me to lose my memories?"

Lucius tried to step away from her grip.

“You have the wrong wizard here, my darling.”

Draco peeked out at her from the corner where he was hiding shyly.

So she liked his father then? He should've guessed that.

"Draco, get your butt over here," Narcissa said, and she reached her hand for her son.

Draco shook his head unhappily.

"Draco?" Hermione perked at the name. D.

“She doesn't want to see me, Mother,” he whimpered, playing with the lapels of his dark emerald robe.

Hermione began to look around the room.

Finally she spotted a tall young wizard standing in the corner. She blushed and looked up at Lucius.

“Go to him, he's your fiancé,” Lucius said and nudged her forward.

"Who are you then?" she asked, looking up at him not registering that her arms were wrapped around Lucius.

"I'm his father," Lucius said, and he pressed his hand to the small of her back.

Narcissa shoved Draco to the center of the room as well.

He gave his mother a pouty look.

Narcissa glared at him and the corner of her lip turned up.

Hermione ran right to his father. Never-mind that he had been hiding in the corner. She thought that his father was young enough to be her fiancé. This was wrong.

"Kiss her hand," Narcissa mouthed at him.

Draco stood there frozen on the spot. He could not meet her eyes.

Hermione blushed and looked away. He was so CUTE!

More handsome than his father, once she looked at him up close.

She sneaked a glance at him before hiding her face in his hands.

"Are you D.L.A.M?" Hermione asked shyly.

Draco nodded. “Draco Lucian Abraxas Malfoy at your service.”

She sneaked another look at him.

Draco took her hand and bowed as he kissed it. He turned her hand over and kissed the palm.

“You don't like how I look?” Draco asked nervously. All girls had thought him handsome in the past.

Hermione quickly looked up at him.

"You are the most handsome wizard I've ever seen," she said, blushing bright. "I didn't want to stare and be thought rude."

“You can never be too rude to me,” Draco whispered and winked at her.

Hermione blushed and hid her face.

Narcissa touched Lucius' arm and they shared a smile.

"We'll leave you two to get acquainted," Lucius said, sliding a hand down and squeezing Narcissa's bum. "I want to hear all about your mother's visit at the spa."

Narcissa smiled as Lucius led her up the stairs.

"They'll be just fine, won't they?" she asked, mimicking his bum cupping move.

“Oh, they will be. I think she likes him,” Lucius murmured as he turned to Narcissa.

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Hermione smiled as Draco led her to the sofa.

"How was your week at the spa, Love?" Draco asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they sat.

“It was nice. They had all these girly procedures.”

"So you didn't see a wizard the whole time you were there?"

“No, there were many wonderful staff witches. The hairdresser can really do magic!”

Draco smiled down at her.

"Thank you so much for all the presents. I really didn't need them, but I love them all."

Draco smiled.

“Be prepared to receive presents often. You deserve more than that!”

"Draco! I don't need such luxuries. I would rather have you spend time with me than dozens of presents."

“I will also spend as much time with you as you want. If you want, I can quit my job even.”

"Oh no! I don't want you to do that!" Hermione said, touching Draco's knee.

“Anything to make you happy. I don't want you to ever feel neglected. also, I chose to be an Auror in hopes to woo you.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yes," Draco said, "I've always admired you. I wanted to do something that would allow me to be close to you. Do you remember your job?"

“I was doing mission analysis and planning for the Aurory. And other admin stuff. But Harry and Ron are bad with paperwork, but Kingsley doesn't mind.”

"You also made sure that creatures, like werewolves and vampires, weren't targeted and discriminated against."

“There was one auror, who kept on checking on them very often...wait, was it you?”

"Yes," Draco admitted. "I took those calls on purpose to be sure that I could have your attention."

“And you didn't get my attention? How can that be?”

"I had your attention, but you thought I was a pest," Draco said, using his hand to pull Hermione's hair back to expose her neck.

“You are too handsome to be a pest...” she murmured.

Draco grinned.

"Thank you so much for the McDonalds. It's been forever since I had it."

“You are very welcome, love.”

"Did you just have a house-elf bring it or did you go and get it?" Hermione asked, tucking her legs up under her and leaning closer to Draco.

“I went to get it myself. There was one of these restaurants just a little away from the Leaky Cauldron. I could not possibly send an elf to get it.”

Hermione grinned and leaned her cheek on his shoulder.

“I got the same thing for myself, but I think the girl at the till put some love potion in it! The drink was still bubbling!”

Hermione covered her mouth to hold in a giggle.

"Draco, Muggles don't have love potions. The drink fizzes because of compressed gas."

“But she looked at me like she was hungry! She had such lust in her eyes! It was mad!”

Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around Draco's shoulders.

Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder. “Muggle women like handsome men.”

Draco quickly tugged her up onto his lap.

"Do salesgirls commonly grope attractive men as well?" he asked.

“They can be very forward. Why do you ask? Would you like salesgirls to grope you?”

"No, but one did at a suit store!" Draco declared. "My bit is all yours. I cursed her so she can't do so again. I wanted her fired!"

“Where did that happen? And where did you go?”

"Arm an Lee something," Draco said. "It was high end in London."

“Why did you go there?”

"Well, I had to look for a book I knew you would like, and then I saw the suit. And if you had seen how awful the standard issue auror Muggle disguise is, you would understand my desire to stop. I wasn't expecting to have the girl try to shove her hands down my pants."

“As this was some kind of big house with many stores, I picked some things for you. Would you like to see?”

"I don't need anything else right now," Hermione said. "I would rather just sit with you, and maybe read a book."

“I was thinking...maybe tomorrow we could go to Muggle London?” Draco asked. “So that I learn about Muggle life and we'd be away from nosy wizards?”

"That would be nice," Hermione said, yawning as she snuggled her face into his neck.

“Would you like me to show you to your rooms?” Draco asked shyly.

“I would like that, but only if you stay with me for a while.”

"I would like nothing more," Draco said, lifting her in his arms.

Hermione squealed. “Put me down, I'm heavy!”

"You weigh nothing," Draco said, "Wrap your arms around my neck. I like carrying you."

She obeyed, brushing away a few silky strands of hair from his neck.

Hermione rested her cheek on his shoulder. Her fiancé was so handsome and so romantic.

Draco sighed. Finally, she was agreeable and sweet to him as he had longed.

"I love you," Draco whispered as he put her down on a gorgeous bed.

Hermione blushed and hid her face in the silk covering of the bed.

"Did I offend you?" Draco asked, touching her back.

“No, no, I am just being silly.”

Draco smiled at her.

Hermione tugged on him.

"Would you lie next to me?" Hermione asked, and she tugged on his sleeve.

“Whatever you want me to do, I will.”

Hermione tugged him down.

He obediently slid down to lie on the bed next to her.

Hermione wiggled under his arm and began to pet his hair.

“You are beautiful,” she murmured, not looking him into the eyes.

Draco began to pet her hair, and he kissed her temple.

"You are exquisite," he whispered. "I've missed you so much."

“Did you?” She asked, still feeling shy.

"I thought of you every moment we were apart," Draco whispered. "You are the sweetest, dearest witch. I'm so glad we're to be married."

“How did we get engaged?" Hermione asked, looking at him.

Draco smiled and thought for a moment. He would not tell her the real turn of events, but the new version. She didn’t need to be upset. She was delicate. Nothing was wrong with helping her to understand that they were meant to be.

“It has been set in stone for long. You see, it turns out that your father was a squib, and his father a wizard who promised the female heir to marry a Malfoy.”

“So we were always going to be married," Hermione said. She bit her lip and after a moment spoke again. "Do you want to marry me?"

“Yes! Ever since I was twelve I wanted to get your attention, because I thought you were very special.”

Hermione blushed and hid her face.

Draco sighed as Hermione rested her head on his chest.

“Do you want to marry me?” he asked softly.

"I don't know what we used to be," Hermione whispered. "But I never imagined a boy being so sweet to me as you've been since I was sick. I've never felt so special."

“You are the most special person ever! I missed you and I was afraid you'd not want me.”

"I like you, Draco. I'm sure I could love you. I just don't really remember you though. Are you angry?"

“No, not at all. I am happy that you are here with me now.”

Hermione sighed and kissed his chin.

“You are welcome to kiss me anywhere you want,” he said huskily.

Hermione giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Hermione asked, sliding her hand around on his chest.

“I guess I could,” he murmured.

"Your parents won't mind?" Hermione asked, tracing a finger around a button on Draco's green robes and pouting at him a little.

“I think they're otherwise busy. And we're engaged. So it's not like we couldn't be here...”

She dug her fingers into the soft cloth covering Draco's chest.

“Can you take of your jacket? It seems a little restricting.”

Draco grinned and quickly stripped down to a simple green silk shirt with silver plated buttons.

Hermione smiled and stared at the muscles clearly shown off through the shirt. She touched his stomach to outline his abs.

“Very nice. I guess you do a lot of exercise...”

"I am a field auror and play quidditch on the auror team," Draco said, and he leaned close to her ear and brushed his lips against it as he spoke the last part.. "Plus I love to go skinny dipping."

“Draco!” she chastised him.

"You're welcome to join me whenever you want to sneak a peak," Draco said, and he winked at her.

Hermione blushed and hid her face.

Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow as he tilted her chin so he could see her red face.

“Why are you blushing, Love? Did I say anything untoward?”

"Yes!" Hermione declared. She hugged him tightly. "Suggesting that you want me to see you naked!"

"I suggested that YOU want to see me naked. I simply state that I didn't care if you did. I am happy to share. It's just the kind of wizard that I am."

“So you don’t want to see me naked?” she asked and scowled.

"I'm happy to see you if you are happy to show me," Draco said, sliding the zipper down a little on her dress. “I wouldn’t mind a little peep show right now!”

Hermione yelped and smacked Draco's chest.

Draco just laughed.

“You are a very naughty boy!”

Draco smirked and stared up at her as she sat on his hips.

“I can be very naughty, but just for you, Love.”

Draco put his hands on her hips and smiled as she realized where she was sitting. She tried to move, but Draco held her in place.

“I have wanted to be with you for so long, Love. Don't be shy...”

Hermione pushed at his stomach as she felt something hard rubbing against her center.

She bit her lip. She would not moan.

He moved his hips slowly. Draco loved being so close to her. Now, she was willing to accept him.

"Draco, we can't do this," Hermione protested as she fell over and put her chin on Draco's shoulder.

“I didn't even ask we go all the way, Love. We can just do as much or little as you want.”

Hermione clung to him. He could do whatever he wanted.

“You don't want me this way, Love?” Draco asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Draco flipped her over and moved his hips against hers.

Hermione shoved herself against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I'm a very passionate man. I want to be wed as soon as possible.”

Hermione nodded against him and kissed his neck gently.

“I love you,” he whispered, petting her hair.

Hermione continued to kiss his neck and began to play with his hair.

Draco gently pulled her back from him.

Hermione whimpered and reached for him.

"You aren't ready for that, Love," Draco said, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Ready for what? I just want to cuddle you,” she said innocently.

"You were trying to suck the skin off my neck," Draco said, grinning as he pushed her into the mattress more tightly. "I loved it. But I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for."

“I think I should practice my snogging skills, hmm?”

"I'm for whatever you want to do to me," Draco said, and he rubbed his hips closer just to watch Hermione's eyes glaze and feel her nails dig into his back.

Her hand traveled down his back and clenched his arse cheek.

Draco growled at his brazen witch as he stroked her sides.

Hermione used her other hand and began to undo his shirt.

“I want to feel your skin...my handsome fiancé.”

Draco took her hand and kissed it before sliding it into his shirt.

“We will need an extra long honey moon, Love. I want to please you endlessly.”

Hermione wiggled under Draco.

"I want to please you too!" Hermione said, running her finger along the waist of his trousers.

“Your hand is moving into dangerous territory, Love. You should not tease a wizard if you don't mean to go through with touching him.”

Hermione smiled up at him.

"You will stay the night with me?" she asked, looking up at him and giving him her most innocent wide-eyed look.

“Yes, and not only this one night. As many nights as I can.”

Hermione snuggled him.

"And we will go to Muggle London tomorrow."

“You want to go there?” Hermione asked, her hand still ghosting over his stomach.

"If you want to go with me, and you promise to defend me from Muggles who would grope me," Draco said, moaning and rubbing close to her. "As I only want to be groped by you."

Hermione felt bold and cupped him through the fabric.

Draco moaned and pressed into her hand.

"Love," he growled.

“You are so large,” she murmured.

“Does that scare you, Love?”

Draco's eyes rolled into his head as gently stroked him once. She pulled her hand back.

“Did I hurt you?”

"No," Draco said, putting his head on her shoulder. "Are you frightened?"

"No," Hermione said. "I think I will like it. All the witches at school said it was better with a boy who was big."

Draco growled. “Which boys were they talking about?”

"I don't know," Hermione admitted. "I imagine that they talked about Blaise and Anthony."

“Were you interested in those boys?”

"I thought that Blaise was gay. He’s my friend. He is really smart. I need to send him an owl to let him know I'm doing better."

“Later. Let's get back to your snogging skills.”

Hermione nodded as she felt his fingers slide over the side of her breasts. She arched for his hands.

“You are so gorgeous, my love,” he murmured and ground his hips against her.

"Draco," Hermione murmured bucking against him.

Hermione blushed. He knew she wanted to see. “You know, I'd love to see you naked sometime...”

"You have but to name the date and time," Draco said, shrugging out of his shirt.

“What about...now?” she said and immediately blushed bright red.

Draco stood up and divested the rest of his clothing. He smirked at her as she stared at his bobbing erection.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was so gorgeous, more handsome than any artist's work.

"We need to get some sleep, Love," Draco said. "I'll be right back."

"I want you to sleep naked." Hermione said with a pout.

"I'm happy to oblige, but I will tend to myself."

Hermione pouted. She wanted to touch him. To explore his bit as she had never seen one before.

"Unless, of course, you wish to help me," Draco said, winking at her.

"Yes!" Hermione said, and she quickly jumped up.

“Are you sure, Love? I don’t expect you to do so, nor would I be offended by your refusal to do so...”

"I want to!" Hermione said, staring at his bit and biting her lip. "We will just take a shower and touch each other."

“Can you unzip my dress?” she asked.

Draco quickly helped her with the zipper.

He let his hands caress her back gently whist he was doing that.

Hermione leaned into his touch. It felt very nice to be touched so gently.

"You'll be gentle, won't you?" Hermione asked, turning and holding her dress so her breasts were still covered, "on our wedding night."

“Yes, I won't ever hurt you!”

“I've never been with a boy before so I worry as you are so large...”

“Don't worry,” he whispered when he stepped closer to her. “We will have an amazing wedding night and all nights after that. Tonight is just a taste of what's to come.”

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Well, there it was, Chapter 16. Do leave a review. Plot bunnies need feeding, but you all know that.

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