Amorem Consentit

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Chapter 17 - Dominating Dances

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“Hermione, sweet, what is it?” Lucius asked worriedly.

"I'm so happy," Hermione said, kissing his chin. "You will help me get ready."

“I think that the elves are more competent for this,” Lucius murmured.

"I don't want to be separated from you," Hermione pouted, sliding her hands down to Lucius' hips.

“Fine, but you will still need an elf's help, as I don't know how to do everything.”

“That's alright, Lucius. Draco will love the dress you picked for me.” She hugged Lucius tightly and kissed his lips.

Lucius allowed her kiss until her tongue brushed his lips.

"That's enough," he said, pulling back. "I would feel best if you reserved the remainder of tongue wrestling to my son this evening. It's your and his special day."

“When will we wed, Lucius?”

"Our engagement might be lengthy," Lucius said, gently kissing her hand before apparating them to the Manor.

“Why?” she asked and pouted when she saw him in a contemplative mood.

"Firstly, I shall have to have a special ring made for you. The one you wear on your finger now is a symbol of your union to Draco."

"But," Hermione said. "There are dozens of beautiful rings in the jewelry vault."

"Dearest Princess," Lucius said, drawing her hands to his lips. "A wedding ring that is not passed through generations of wizarding families requires much thought and deliberation. I am going to have it made special so no other will be just like it."

Hermione smiled. She was special to him!

Lucius knew that he was telling the witch things which probably wouldn't come true. Her wedding compulsion would end tonight when she is taken by Draco.

Hermione grinned as she kissed his cheek.

"Go bathe," Lucius said, stepping back from her.

"Will you help me?" Hermione asked.

“No, I shouldn't,” Lucius said and turned away from her.

"Please," Hermione said, tugging on his sleeve. "I need you to help me."

“Sweet, it isn't proper,” Lucius murmured, not looking into her eyes.

Hermione whimpered and put her cheek on his shoulder.

"May I go and get you something from my room?" Lucius asked. "I have something there that I would like you to wear."

“Okay, but don't leave me alone for long! I will be in the bath! You can join me later!”

Lucius nodded, and he pulled back from her. He kissed each hand. "I don't intend to be away long."

"Lucius, can you undo my dress? I can not reach the buttons," Hermione said. “If you don't return fast, I will go and look for you!”

"Of course, Sweetness," Lucius said, and he helped her with the buttons gently. "I shall return shortly."

She sighed happily as she watched him exit her room. Se she her dress and walked to the bathroom naked. It felt so much better to be naked, as her body felt hot and flushed all the time when she wasn't touched by her men.

Lucius walked down the hallway swiftly; the last thing that Draco would like would be Hermione in her wedding dress racing around looking for him.

Hermione run some peach scented bubble solution into her bath and waited for Lucius. He should help her with her hair.

She was still quite upset that she couldn't marry both of the men today, but she liked the thought of Draco making love to her finally.

Lucius walked over to his walk in closet and carefully tapped the molding around the edge after pulling his robes back. It slid open sending up a puff of dust. Lucius sneezed as he removed a black velvet pouch. He undid the drawstrings and dumped the contents in his hand. He lifted the necklace. The chain was white gold with perfectly clear diamonds going all the way around it. A gorgeous light blue diamond hung in the center and glittered even in the soft light of the closet. He paused wondering if Hermione would prefer to have it before hand to wear.

It would be the perfect present for her wedding.

He turned it over and looked at the engraving: "For protection of her mind. Let no man control it." He shrugged. It was an admirable sentiment.

He knew that he'd love to control her passions...

"LUCIUS!"

Lucius cringed at the call. Mori popped in with her ears flattened.

"Mistress demands Master," she said. "She's upsetting house-elves. Won’t let us help her prepare."

"I'm on my way," Lucius said, and he disapparated.

“Where were you so long?” Hermione asked, tears shining in her eyes.

Lucius moved quickly to her and kissed her forehead.

"I have an early present for you, Sweet," he said, kneeling by the tub.

“What is it, Lucius? Are you going to wed me tonight?” she asked hopefully.

"No, Dearest, I'm afraid not," he said. "You'll see your present soon."

She pouted.

"Lucius, will you help me wash my hair?" she said, and she grabbed his hand.

“Yes, Sweet, that I can do,” he said huskily.

Hermione smiled as she noticed his gaze drop down to look for her breasts.

She gave him the bottle of shampoo and awaited for his hands to work their magic on her hair.

She sat forward.

“Oh Lucius!” she moaned.

Lucius groaned as he stared at the soap bubbles sliding down her back. He slid his hands into her hair, and peaked over her shoulder. He hated himself for doing it. His pants tightened ucomfortably as he stared at her breasts as she arched her back.

She was so perfectly gorgeous, with her pale skin and large chest. He wanted to be the one who would wake up curled next to her naked form.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"You're a beautiful man, Lucius Malfoy," she said, and she took one of his hands. "Touch me, please."

“I like you too, Lucius. I guess that makes me a wanton wench-wanting two men,” she laughed.

"No, Sweetest Sweet, you are under a spell over which you have no control. The Ministry has taken your free will. You are not wanton."

Hermione whimpered and placed his hand on her breast.

“I feel the constant need to be touched. I crave to have a large cock inside me. Feel the hot stickiness of come inside me...”

Lucius groaned at the thought of it. How he wanted to stuff his cock in her and watch her writhe beneath him as he had her. But he never would. She was for Draco. He wouldn't rob his son. Draco loved her. His son always had what he wanted, and he would always give him what he wanted.

"You'll have Draco tonight," he whispered.

Lucius' cock had a mind on its own and it stirred till his trousers felt awfully tight.

"When shall I have you, my gorgeous man?" Hermione asked, and she slid her hand to his bulge.

"No, my Dear. You shall have Draco soon," Lucius said, even as she squeezed him tightly.

"You want me, Lucius?" Hermione asked, and she stood up bolding showing her body to him.

“I do, sweet. But you are to be Draco's.”

"And yours!" Hermione said, holding his goods tightly and tugging on him.

Lucius whimpered.

“I like your cock, too! Such gorgeous male perfection!”

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I want to suck you again.”

"No!" Lucius said, pushing away from her. His eyes were wide.

"Please, my Love."

"Hermione, you will touch Draco all you wish tonight. Please, I would be sick if I allowed you to do such to me before you married him. You would hurt him. Do you know how hurt he would be?" Lucius' eyes stared into hers as he spoke, and his lips were turned down.

“But I need you too!'

"Please, Hermione. Don't do anything that could hurt Draco. Please," Lucius said, releasing her hands.

“I want to be married!” she cried.

"You shall be," Lucius flicked his wand causing Hermione to be dry. He took her in his arms. "You shall be."

“To you, too!”

“Hermione, when you marry Draco the curse will release you. You will feel disgusted for wanting me,” Lucius tried to reason.

Lucius grabbed the pouch out of his pocket, and dumped the necklace into his hand.

"No, I won't!" Hermione said, tugging on his shoulders. "Why do you think that no woman would want you? I saw the way the nurse touched you, looked at you! She wanted to take you from me!"

"Shush," Lucius said, wrapping his arms around her and rocking gently. He let her sob against him, before gently fastening the chain around her neck.

Hermione's sobs instantly ceased.

"What would my Lord have me do?" she asked looking at him with only vague recognition.

“Hermione, are you alright?” Lucius asked, again worried about her.

"What would my Lord have me do?" she asked again.

"I wish you to marry Draco," Lucius said, stroking the side of her cheek.

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione said even as a few tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Don't cry, Sweet, you will be fine tonight!”

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione said, and her tears ceased.

"Please, get dressed, my Beauty," he said, rubbing his thumb over the side of her cheek swiping his finger over a tear stream.

She stood up and did as asked. On her bed was the bag from the Muggle lingerie store. Draco hadn't forgotten that.

"Mori will be by in a moment to help you with your hair," Lucius said. "I must go and see that everything has been seen to for the reception."

“But you will come back?” Hermione asked, staring at Lucius intently.

"I will come to escort you to Draco," Lucius said. "I will hear no more of your marrying me tonight. Do you understand? Tonight is for Draco."

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione said, bowing her head to him.

Lucius didn't like her so submissive. It was probably the spell's doing.

He stalked to the ballroom and yelled about a few things that he wanted changed. He walked outside and barked a few more orders about how the chairs should be arranged and how the ribbons and flowers ought to be.

He was in a bad mood. Her constant begging and offering herself to him was so....sincere and he wanted her.

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Draco arranged himself in the formal garnet colored robes. Merlin! He despised the tight fit of the trousers.

Hermione would be his female tonight. He would have her. She would be his. He would make love to her, and she would be happy.

He was slightly worried about his skill, but he'd manage. he had a lot of eagerness to make up for inexperience. His cock twitched at the thought.

"Draco," a voice called after a there was a knock at the door.

The door opened, and Draco frowned as his father walked in.

“She is getting ready for you. She's gorgeous.”

"I thought you were staying with her," Draco said. "For her health." He glared at his father as he said the last part.

"She is acting just fine. She is eager to be in your bed," Lucius said, touching Draco's shoulder.

“She was fine,” Lucius said, neglecting to inform Draco what she had really wanted.

Draco pouted and frowned at himself in the mirror. He brushed at imaginary dust.

“You look good, son. I hope the curse will lift after you bed her.”

"I will satisfy her," Draco said, tugging at the robes more. "She will want for nothing."

"I'm certain that you will," Lucius said, turning Draco around. He hugged his son.

“I am happy for you, son.”

"Thank you, Father," Draco said, allowing his father's embrace.

“She is a gem of a witch…Treat her well.”

"She is to be my wife," Draco snapped, glaring at the reflection in the mirror. "I won't hurt her. I love her. And she loves me."

“She loves me, too,” Lucius said, forgetting his manners.

Draco's eyes narrowed before he smirked.

"Will you give her to me, Father?" he asked, turning to his father.

“If the curse is lifted tonight, she is all yours,” Lucius said.

"I mean at the wedding," Draco said, smiling like a snake. "You are the head of my family, and she has no head of hers. It is only fitting. And in the eyes of the law, you are in the head of the family. I will make her forget that she wanted you.”

"If it will please both of you," Lucius said. He ached in his heart. He didn't want to give her away.

Lucius scowled but didn't say anything more.

How did his son become this way?

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Hermione sat at the vanity in her room and allowed Mori to do her makeup and hair.

"You will be prettiest Malfoy bride," she said, pinning Hermione's thick hair with pearl hairpins.

“You think so?” Hermione asked as she played with the skirt of her dress.

"Oh yes, Mistress. You is gorgeous female. You wills be making a fine baby boy for Master Draco."

Hermione blushed. She wanted babies.

A soft knocking on the door interrupted her thought of having Draco's and Lucius' babies.

“Hermione!” Harry exclaimed and run to hug her.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed, as Harry held her.

“Are you sure about this thing?” Harry asked.

"Yes, I want to marry Draco. He is a good man."

"Where is he? I need to go threaten him if he hurts you," Harry explained shoving his hands into his robes' pockets.

Harry's eyes darted around the room looking for any sign of the blond wizard.

“I guess Draco's in his rooms, on the next floor.”

"I'll be right back," Harry said, darting out the door as if a Hungarian horntail was trying to incinerate his bottom.

Hermione wondered what had caused Harry's reaction, but she was too lost in thoughts about Draco to dwell long on Harry.

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Harry pushed the door open to Draco's room. He bit his lip at the sight of Draco's bum in the tight pants.

“Oh Draco!” Harry exclaimed and hugged the other man tightly.

“I read the articles. It's horrible what happened to Hermione, but are you sure that it is right to marry her now?”

"It will heal her when she marries me," Draco snapped. "She wants me! Got it!?"

The full length mirror shattered at his explosion.

Harry held Draco close still. Oh how Harry loved this gorgeous powerful wizard.

"Get off me, Scarhead," Draco said, poking Harry in the forehead with his finger.

Harry didn't let go. Poor Draco was upset about the force wedding!

“You always have me, Draco!” Harry murmured and squeezed Draco's arse affectionately.

Draco pushed him back, "Are you alright?"

"I'm great!" Harry said.

"Good!" Draco said, punching Harry's shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Will you be my best man? Hermione would be happy about that, I am sure!”

"Anything you want, Draco," Harry said, leaning in to sniff the other boy.

Draco smelled divine. Why could Draco not see that he was meant to be gay?

"Draco! Get your arse down to the alter!" Lucius yelled up the stairs. "It's time to start! And where the hell is Potter?"

“We're here!” Harry answered happily.

Lucius couldn't resist. The boy had been such a brat.

"What did I tell you about taking strange young men to your room?"

Harry could've feinted. Draco had had other men in his room. Draco was a closet gay!

“Father, please,” Draco said, blushing.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.

"Get off me, Potter!" Draco said, shoving Harry off.

Lucius didn't hear it as he walked back toward where Hermione was waiting.

“Draco, I can save you!” Harry said, licking his lips to ready himself for a kiss.

"I don't need saving," Draco said, shoving him out of the room where he would be sexing his wife up in less than half an hour. "Are you under some stupid spell too?"

Harry held back tears. His gorgeous Draco was so deep in the closet!

Draco practically raced down the halls toward the wedding setup to take his place.

Harry followed his love just as fast., Oh how he wished it was him Draco would marry.

Draco breathed out heavily and straightened himself as he took his place.

Hermione would be there any moment.

Harry stood next to him, grasping Draco's hand.

"Stop touching me," Draco snapped, pushing Harry back to where he was out of touching distance.

Draco's breath stopped as he saw Hermione walk in.

Lucius held her hand on his arm.

Her eyes stared straight ahead at him, but looked a little different.

All she could think of was how handsome Draco looked in his formals. He would be her husband!

Draco wanted to snatch her and drag her away from his father as soon as the official began talking about the union they were there to witness.

Blah. Blah. Blah. He needed to get to the good part where they were man and wife!

Hermione's eyes were glassed over, her gaze concentrating on Draco.

"Yes," Hermione answered dazedly and she reached for Draco. She needed to be held. Why wasn't Lucius touching her?

“You may now kiss the bride,” the official said.

Draco grabbed her and shoved his mouth against her. She would forget wanting his stupid old father! She would just want him from now on.

Hermione felt lust wash over her when Draco kissed her. The crowd around them cheered, but all she could think off was Draco's hot mouth.

When he pulled away after almost two minutes, Hermione moved after his mouth for more. She whimpered clinging to him.

"Draco," she whispered, as he supported her whole weight.

“We should go to the reception for a moment. Take the wedding pictures.”

Hermione clung to Draco and tried to kiss him again with a little growl.

“We will have all night for us, Love,” Draco said lovingly taking a stray strand away from her face.

"Now," Hermione whispered, gripping Draco's hair and pulling him down to shove her lips against him.

“I shall let the guests know that you both will join them later,” Lucius said slowly.

"Lucius," Hermione said, and her hand twitched toward him.

"Go with Draco," Lucius said, nodding to her.

Hermione bowed her head, "Yes, my Lord."

“Where do you want us to go? My rooms or our new home?” Draco asked huskily.

Hermione looked up at Lucius. He shrugged and walked away.

"Wherever you wish, Draco," she answered, clinging to him. "I need you now."

Draco couldn't wait any longer and apparated them to his rooms in the manor.

Hermione gasped as they fell on the bed.

“Mine!” he growled.

Draco pulled her forward and undid the buttons on her dress.

"Yours," Hermione whined, arching at the feralness of his actions and voice.

“I will make love to you and you will get better,” Draco promised.

Hermione tore at Draco's trousers.

"You're beautiful," Hermione said, shoving his pants down. She was delighted that he was wearing no boxers.

“Gorgeous cock!” she purred.

Draco lifted her up, and removed her dress the rest of the way.

"I love you," he whispered as he kissed her throat. "I love you, Hermione."

“I love you, Draco,” she whispered as she undid his shirt and removed it from his shoulders.

Draco growled as he felt her nails scratch his back.

“Take me now!” she demanded.

Hermione grasped Draco's arse and pulled him as close as she could.

"As my Love commands," Draco said, fumbling a little as he lined himself up.

He was very nervous.

She was soaking wet for him. He pushed in trying to go slowly afraid of hurting her through his lack of experience. Hermione grabbed his arse and pulled him in hard. Draco clung to her before she flipped him over.

"I shall have you," Hermione said, pinning her knees on either side of his hips.

“I love you,” Hermione!' Draco said, his voice rough and full of emotion.

"You belong to me," Hermione whispered as she slid over him eliciting another whimper.

After just a minute of this, Draco came hard. He grabbed her tightly and squeezed her moaning desperately.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Draco said, blushing. He rested his cheek on her chest and fondled her bum with one hand and her breast with the other.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Hermione murmured and kissed him passionately.

"I didn't give you an orgasm," Draco said when she released his lips. He fell back on the pillows as Hermione slid off him.

"I'm pleasured by your pleasure," Hermione whispered, kissing down Draco's torso. “I am happy, happiest I have been in my life, Draco my love!”

"I just have to give you an orgasm," Draco said, rolling her over. "But HE," Draco pointed to his now flaccid organ, "won't get up! I will not stop till you have been given orgasms tonight. I can't!"

Hermione pulled him down close.

“Love, you are perfect. You felt so good. Feeling you come inside me is perfection,” she purred as she played with his silky hair.

Draco whimpered as he felt his organ twitch in response to his witch's words and snuggles.

“My sexy, perfect man,” she murmured as she kissed his neck slowly. “So gorgeous.”

Draco quivered; what was she doing to him?

"Hermione, ple-ase," he whispered into her hair as he felt his erection had returned. Thank Merlin.

“Yes, my Love?” she asked, feeling his hardness press into her again.

"Please," Draco whispered before he began to suck on her neck. He slowly moved to place her on her back. He should be in charge.

She mewled in pleasure. She liked feeling him on top of her.

“I want to be the perfect lover for you. And I will try till I get it right.”

"We have the rest of our lives," Hermione said, rubbing his shoulders as he took her nipple into his mouth. "Draco."

He needed to be inside her now. He tried to position himself the best he could and slowly pushed forward.

Hermione sighed as he slipped into her.

"Draco," she mewled.

“Does it feel good, Love?”

"Draco..." she said, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him close.

He thrust harder, unable to stop. He wanted to be inside her as deep as he could be. She was his!

"DRACO!" she squealed when he hit her at just the right angle. "DRACO!"

Draco's muscles flexed as he pulled her closer in his arms

“I love you, Hermione!” he exclaimed as he thrust into her hard and felt his release come again.

Hermione sighed as she felt the warmth of his come shooting into her. That was what she needed. Hot come. Baby making seed.

Draco collapsed on her again, "I'm sorry."

“You are amazing,” she purred.

“It is so pleasurable for me to feel you come inside me. Knowing that you are mine is more powerful than a hundred orgasms.”

Draco bit his lip and felt himself stir again.

"Should we at least make a brief appearance at the reception?" he asked. "You know? To cut the wedding cake and dance for a moment before coming back up here. It would be rude to not thank our guests in person for their presents and willingness to arrive on such short notice."

Draco stroked her sides.

“If after that you will make love to me again?” she asked, running her hand through his messy locks again.

"I don't intend to let you sleep tonight," Draco said, smacking her bottom playfully.

“Oh you!” She got up and dragged him with her tot he bathroom.

“You are my perfect husband,” she purred as she turned on the shower.

Draco stared at her bottom as he was dragged into the shower. He snatched her and lifted her in his arms.

"Do I get points for trying something, even if I fail miserably?" Draco asked, pushing her against the wall.

“You can try anything you want,” she said and winked.

Draco groaned and carefully maneuvered so he was inside his witch again.

Hermione moaned under the hot water and hot lips. She shoved her hands into his now wet hair and kissed him tightly.

Hermione moaned loudly. She couldn't get enough of him.

“You are utterly delicious, Draco. I will want you every night.”

"Hermione, I told you: you can have sex with me whenever you desire it."

“Draco, I love you so much!” she cried and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Draco attached to her throat and set about marking her. No one would doubt that she was his witch. NO ONE!

Her walls clenched around him as their coupling became more and more frantic.

Draco gasped as she stiffened in his arms and he felt something gush over him as he was clenched so hard that he felt that he thought she would cinch his bit from his body. He spilt in her reflexively and whimpered.

Hermione gasped. Orgasming at the same time as her Draco was as good as it got. She shoved her lips against his.

“My wonderful husband.”

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, smoothing a hand over her cheek. "I didn't hurt you."

“You gave me the most fantastic orgasm now, my Love.”

"I must replicate the experience within an hour," Draco said, gently placing his wife on the ground.

Hermione smiled widely. It felt good to be married.

"Where did you get this necklace?" Draco asked, finally noticing the diamonds around Hermione's neck.

"It was a present from my Lord for the wedding," Hermione said. "It was his wish that I wear it. I couldn't refuse him."

“Alright, Love. We should shower quickly and put our formals on again.”

Hermione nodded as she soaped a washcloth and turned to him. She began to wash Draco slowly and carefully staring at Draco reverently.

“So beautiful. And all mine.”

Draco nodded, "I love you." He placed his hands on her hips and rubbed gently.

Hermione felt much calmer now. Having had Draco for so many times satiated her need for the moment.

"I love you," Draco whispered again as she knelt at his feet and washed his legs gently.

“I love you too. We will be very happy together.”

"We will," Draco agreed strongly, before he pulled her up and took the cloth to soap it again. "Are you--are you still thinking about--about um--about wanting my father?"

“No, not tonight. Tonight my only thought is to have your babies.”

"But you still--" Draco said, looking at her with big grey eyes.

“I think it is going away,” she said and kissed him gently.

Draco squeezed her in his arms. He didn't want to share! He wouldn't share. He wouldn't. She was for him! ONLY!

“Would you like us to go on a little honeymoon?” he asked, nibbling at her neck.

"I want to be pregnant, and I would really like the baby conceived here. I know it sounds weird," Hermione said, resting against Draco's chest as he moved her so the water would wash off the soap.

“Anything you want, my Love. You have made me the happiest wizard in the world. I have wanted you for so long.”

Hermione giggled happily as she shook her head and crinkled her nose.

Draco smiled and reached behind him to turn off the water.

“Let's go and see our guests,” he said and led her back to the bedroom to get dressed.

“Do we have to?” she asked, pouting prettily.

"Yes," Draco said, "Father will be upset if we don't come down."

“Help me put my dress on again?”

Draco helped her fasten the dress and ran his hands over her bare shoulders.

"You're a gorgeous witch," Draco said, petting her back.

“And you're a gorgeous wizard. Love your tight fitting formals,” she purred, running to cup his arse.

"Your friend Potter seems to get jollies from me wearing them, too," Draco said, sliding her hand onto his arm to lead her out the door after she stepped into her shoes.

“Harry just loves fashion very much, so there's no doubt that he is happy you are so model perfect.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“But I'll have to see you in uniform, too. I am sure you look good in anything,” she assured him, then whispered, “but best naked.”

Draco blushed becomingly.

Hermione smiled as they walked in and looked down at the dance floor. A loud thudding silenced the room as an elf announced that they had arrived.

Lucius felt jealousy the moment he glanced at her.

Hermione had a rosy tint to her cheeks and she was clinging to Draco. She looked up at Draco every so often as they walked down the stairs toward the main area.

Draco leaned over and kissed her temple as several cameras flashed.

“Give us a passionate kiss!” one photographer yelled.

Hermione didn't need to be asked twice; she softly touched the side of Draco's face and leaned up kissing his lips. Draco grabbed her bottom and tilted her chin so the line of her throat was shown off along with the trail of lovebites.

The crowd cheered and cameras flashed endlessly.

Lucius had to keep his features in a tight mask. He was so jealous that Draco had gotten to kiss her, to make love to her and then display it proudly. It wasn’t fair.

Hermione pulled back and was staring up at Draco dazedly before she hid her face in his robes.

Further in the crowd, Harry felt his heart breaking. His Draco was trying so hard to pretend to be straight. Life was so unfair.

Draco took her hand confidently and led her onto the dance floor as a waltz began.

“Did you see how jealous all the men were?” Draco whispered as he led her perfectly through the dance.

“I think all the women wished they had such a gorgeous husband,” Hermione answered, kissing his neck.

Draco grinned as he dipped Hermione back.

Hermione strained trying to get back to his neck.

“Tease!”

“You make me want to undress you and make love to you again. No matter who's watching,” he said and suckled on the already present love bite.

Hermione blushed. She liked that her man was so passionate. Merlin's whispers were getting almost incoherent in her head. But she couldn't help and looked at Lucius for a moment. Gods, he did look delicious in his navy suit.

Lucius gripped his cane tightly before moving toward the happily dancing couple. She was a nasty little female. She lied to him. Made him believe that she wanted him. It wasn't that he didn't want Draco to have her. He would give the boy anything and had given him everything as his son's snotty behavior indicated. But she had no right to tease him, to make him believe that she could want him.

Her constant pleas for his attention had been the most cruel torture he had ever been subjected to. Didn't she understand how she affected him?

She looked over Draco's shoulder and smiled sadly at Lucius. She gripped Draco more tightly as Lucius raised an eyebrow at her.

Maybe she would've chosen wiser if there wasn't that damned Malfoy curse. Then he would've shown her who's the man.

Draco ended the dance by kissing Hermione as he dipped her.

Hermione clung to him as he righted her.

“Maybe we should get a glass of champagne?' she asked, looking around to the intricately set buffet.

"As you wish," Draco said, placing a hand on her back and steering her toward the refreshments.

At the same time Harry and Neville happened to be at the refreshment table.

Draco nodded to the couple as he handed his bride a flute and held his own glass to his lips.

“Oh Draco!” Harry exclaiming, coming to stand next to him.

"Yes, Potter," Draco said as Hermione giggled at his side.

Neville stood next to Hermione quietly, with his lower lip held between his teeth.

“Potter, I might need some more days off. Have to treat my bride to a good honeymoon,” Draco said casually.

"Whatever you like, Draco," Harry said, putting his hand on Draco's right bicep and squeezing.

"What did I say about touching me?" Draco said, pushing Harry back.

“Come on, Draco, Harry's always been a touchy feely guy,” Hermione giggled.

"Well, I only like you touching me, Love," Draco said, looping his arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“Congratulations, Draco,” Neville finally mustered the courage to say something.

"And Congratulations to you," Draco said. "It's my understanding that you will be adopting one of the war orphan girls soon."

“Actually, I was looking also at adopting a boy. I don't know yet what Harry wants, but there are many orphans who'd love to come live with us.”

"Well, you are a successful beauty stylist and Potter is co-head of the aurors. Have all the children that you can afford," Draco said, and Hermione giggled at his side before she spoke.

"Draco and I are going to be trying to have a baby as soon as we can," she said, playfully cupping her husband's bottom.

“That's great, Hermione!” Neville said enthusiastically. “I know just the right place for baby clothes!”

Hermione giggled and grabbed Neville's hands to squeal.

Lucius stalked over; he would show her that he was in charge of the family. She would dance with him at least once.

"My dear Lady Malfoy," Lucius said, looking down his nose at her. "I hope to have the pleasure of your hand for the next dance."

“Of course, my Lord,” she said and curtsied.

Lucius smirked down at her, and took her hand to place it on his arm.

"Father," Draco said, glaring at him.

"I'll take good care of your bride, Draco," Lucius said, leaning over to kiss Hermione's cheek.

Draco scowled but let them go.

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"My Lord," Hermione said, squeezing his arm gently.

"Be quiet," Lucius hissed as he led her onto the well lit up porch.

“What's wrong?” she asked, worried why Lucius was so moody suddenly.

"I said be quiet," Lucius sneered down at her. "You're a foul little witch."

"Yes, my Lord," Hermione answered, taking a step back from him.

"You played me," Lucius said, looking down his nose at her. "I don't like nasty little witches who think that they can do that."

He slapped his hand down on the stone wall that ran around the outside of the porch.

“I love you, my Lord,” she said, trying to touch his shoulder.

"Well, you will do well to remember that I am the head of this family," Lucius said, leading her back into the room as he heard the end notes of the song playing.

"Don't lie," Lucius snarled, gripping her wrist as a violin began to play the first notes of a tango to be joined by cellos, "to me."

Hermione looked up at him as he moved her to the center of the dance floor.

“I would never lie to you, my Lord,” she said flinching at the smell of the alcohol on his breath as tears formed in her eyes.

Hermione gasped as Lucius jerked her wrist and hauled her against his chest.

He gripped a handful of her hair and forced her to look at him.

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she looked into his sparkling grey eyes.

Lucius slid his hand up her thigh and grasped her arse pulling her more tightly to his chest.

“You lied to me. You told me you wanted to marry me,” he whispered harshly in her ear.

Hermione gasped as he drew her leg around his waist.

Lucius shoved her around the dance floor skillfully not letting her escape, watching as tears formed in her eyes.

"I wouldn't lie to you, my Lord," she said, and Lucius jerked a handful of her hair.

“But you did,” he said angrily.

"I swear, my Lord," Hermione said, as Lucius moved her leg with his own.

“I still don't believe you. You look very sated with Draco.”

“I still want you,” she whimpered.

"Don't lie," Lucius said, leaning in to whisper with his nose in her face. He pushed her down to be at his feet.

“Lucius, you're making a scene,” she said, looking up at him with her right leg slid out behind her.

"Nonsense," he said, glaring down at her as he jerked her to her feet. "Now smile."

Hermione gasped as she heard the clapping and saw more flashes.

“Lucius, please. Can we go and talk somewhere quiet?”

"I'll return you to your husband now," Lucius said, squeezing her wrist tightly as he dragged her toward Draco.

The champagne flute in Draco's hand shattered as he watched his father lead Hermione back to him.

"May your bride please you, my son," Lucius said, pushing Hermione close to Draco.

Hermione was holding back tears.

Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly and his eyes narrowed as he glared at his father as he stalked away.

“Can we go to our new home for the honeymoon?” Hermione whispered, hiding her face in Draco's shoulder.

"Of course, my Love," Draco said, watching his father disappear.

“We can go for a ride in our car. Buy baby stuff.”

Hermione sniffed, "Can we leave now?" she snuggled him tighter.

"Wouldn't you like some cake?" Draco asked, his eyes darkening when he saw light fingerprints on Hermione's wrist.

“I don't want any cake. Can we just go home? Will you make love to me slowly?”

"Of course," Draco said, cupping her cheek and making her look into his eyes.

“We can live in our home if you so wish, my darling,” he said in a soothing voice.

“I don't want to see my Lord soon.”

"I just want to go," Hermione said, clinging to Draco. "Why did he do that?"

"Whatever you like is fine," Draco said.

He let her hide her face in his chest, and he grinned. She was all his. His father really screwed this up. She didn't want him anymore. And Draco was going to be the sole recipient of her affections now.

“We will be very happy and you will forget his mean attitudes,” Draco said confidently as he rubbed her back.

"Why did he do that?" Hermione asked as Draco led her out a side door and onto a dark stone pathway.

“Because he can be mean.”

Hermione felt very hurt by Lucius, so she decided that she would ignore any urge she'd feel about him.

"I would never do such things to you," Draco said, wrapping both of his arms around her. "You are too precious to me."

“You won't become like him?”

"No, for you see, I have you here to keep me sane," he whispered, enjoying the feel of her little fingers digging into his robes.

“I love you, Draco. My sweet perfect husband!”

Draco breathed out harshly and held her tightly.

"Let's go," he whispered as he disapparated with her in his arms.

The linens on their bed had been changed. Also, there was a small table set with delicacies, cake and champagne.

Draco looked down at her, and he nudged her gently toward the bed.

"I desire you, my beautiful witch," he whispered.

“Will you want me every night?”

"Every night that you want me," Draco asked. "I am yours every night."

“I love you, Draco!”

Draco would give her beautiful babies, she knew it. He was so wonderful to her.

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