When Malfoy wants a Witch

My explanation of the time gap between previous updates can be seen in Chapter 13 of Puppy Dog Tales. Short of Long is "I hate Genetics and am having trouble with it. If anyone knows a lot about molecular genetics. I would greatly appreciate the aid in my hour of need.

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A Trip to London

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Hermione sighed as she sat up in the bed. She looked over and bit her lip to hold back her grin as she saw a blond angel sleeping there. She couldn't hold her smile back when she saw the pout on his lips and the way that he reached for her.

She reached for him and cuddled his naked form close.

Draco grinned widely before moaning and burying his face in her neck.

Hermione was so happy. Her fiancé was perfect. She could not wish for a better man. The wedding needed to be as soon as possible. She wanted to explore all pleasures with him.

“Draco, sweetheart, wake up, it's morning!”

“Only if I get a kiss…on my lips,” he murmured.

Hermione giggled.

"But isn't Prince Charming supposed to kiss Sleeping Beauty?"

"Princess Sex Kitten kisses Sleeping Handsome," Draco said keeping his eyes shut.

Hermione leaned down and kissed his lips gently.

Draco pressed his tongue to her lips and slid a hand to cup the back of her head.

Hermione leaned into the kiss.

"It is almost eleven in the morning," she said as she pulled back. She stared into his hazy silver eyes.

“Do I really have to get up?”

"You said we would go to Muggle London!" Hermione whined, and she leaned in to nuzzle Draco.

“I know, Love. But can't I be Prince Lazybum for a minute?”

Hermione sat up, not realizing her own state of undress, and she summoned a hair brush and began to stroke her frizzy locks.

“Let me help you with this,” Draco said as he sat up and took the brush away from her.

Hermione sighed as the brush began to run through her hair.

“Mother told me a perfect hair spell. Would you like me to do it for you?”

"If you think it would help this mop," Hermione said. "I love your hair, Draco. So soft and silky!"

Draco smiled. She liked his looks. That was a good start. He whispered the spell and her hair looked much tamer now.

Hermione gasped as she caught a look at her face in the mirror.

"Draco Lucian Abraxas Malfoy!" she exclaimed.

Hermione’s hair was shiny and hung in ringlets around her. It was still thick. But her hair no longer appeared to be a packrat’s nest on her head.

“Do you like that?” he asked smugly.

“Of course I do,” she said and pinned him to the bed.

Draco stole a kiss.

“Love you so much.”

“We should get dressed before your parents remember about us,” Hermione said sternly. If she gave in to his charm, they'd never get anywhere.

Draco grinned as she climbed off of him and walked to the closet.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, when he heard a shocked squeal. "But I bought you some clothes for both worlds. I wanted to be sure that you always have the best."

“Do you know how much each of these things cost?” Hermione asked, looking in amazement at the selection of designer wear in the closet.

"Not a thousandth of the interest that we make in one day," Draco said, and he shrugged.

Hermione closed her eyes. "Hermione Jean Granger will not be overwhelmed," she said to herself as she opened her eyes.

Well, she had not expected to find ten pairs of designer shoes there for one.

“Well, according to the Muggles it is all the best and of course you needed to have it all then.”

Hermione leapt into his arms and began to kiss him.

Draco quickly wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

“I love the fact that you went into all the trouble to find nice Muggle things for me.”

"It was no trouble," Draco said. "I would go to the moon for you."

“And what did you get for yourself, Draco?”

"What the Muggles told me was fashionable," Draco said. "As I know Potter and Weasley picked out horrid tight trousers and shirts mostly for their jollies."

“Ah yes, I remember declining to wear the Mugglework female uniform to work.”

Draco sniffed. "That made me both sad and glad. Glad that other wizards weren't seeing your gorgeous body in it. Sad because I wanted to see you wearing it."

“What me in a crop top and hotpants?”

"Yes," Draco said. "I would love for you to wear that for ONLY me!" His eyes were a little hard as he said 'only.'

"You're jealous of me?" Hermione asked, looking at him as he dressed in a nice Armani suit.

“Yes. I don't want any other men to lead you away from me!”

Hermione giggled. "Well, you have no worries of that. Men don't like me. And I have very poor gaydar. I'm sure you noticed that my male friends are gay, except for Severus."

Draco wanted to shout that Severus was also as gay as any, but didn't.

"And Blaise told me the other day that he liked me. But he is not my type. I like BLONDS!" Hermione reached out and tucked a strand of Draco's hair back.

“Why did you not tell me that years ago?”

"I don't know," Hermione said, looking at him helplessly. "I wish I could remember."

“Better pick what you'd like to wear from this small selection. I am sure you'd look beautiful.”

"Small?" Hermione asked with wide eyes. "This closet is the size of the dorm I shared with four other girls at Hogwarts!"

“Well, I did say I'd get the new season's lot...so I did...”

"If you ever spend so much," Hermione began.

"Pocket money, Princess. It isn't like I bought you a goblin tiara or anything," he teased.

Hermione smiled at him. "Still, my love won't be bought with nice things. It will be earned by sweet words and kindness and attention to my needs."

“What needs, my Princess?”

“Well, hugs, kisses and making love once we're wed.”

Draco grinned. "I guarantee you will have all the physical attention you crave, and then some," Draco declared as she pulled on a long pale pine green wool dress with white high heel boots.

Draco smiled as he stared at her.

"You look lovely. Is there anything special you would like to do today?"

“Well, we could go and see the main Muggle attractions and then I shall show you that Muggle food.”

"What are the attractions?"

“We shall go to the Tower of London to see the Crown jewels, then we will see a bird's eye view without flying...”

Draco smiled as she chattered.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Hermione smiled shyly at him.

“Will we need to tell your parents where we're going?”

"No, we just need to be back for dinner. Mother will expect us," Draco said, and he took her hand and led her down the stairs. "I suppose we can apparate to the Leaky Cauldron."

“Yes, Draco. You look handsome in Muggle attire,” she said as her eyes swept over his fine coat and tailored suit.

Draco looked at her. Why wouldn't she say that she loved him?

He knew that he needed to give her time. But he wanted her to tell him that she loved him every day.'

She smiled as they stepped out into the sunshine.

"It's a nice day," she said, and she wrapped her arms around his and pressed her cheek to it.

“That it is. So where do you want to go first, Love?”

"I think we should go to Tower Bridge," Hermione said, and she looked up at the handsome wizard at her side.

“Do we Apparate or walk?”

"A walk is always nice," Hermione said glaring at a passing woman who stared at Draco openly.

“Whatever you wish, my love.”

Hermione hugged his arm more tightly as several other woman ogled Draco as if he was meat.

She strode past the oglers defiantly, her heels clicking on the pavement.

Draco reached over and put his hand on hers as he felt her nails dig into his arm.

“Why are you upset, Love?” he asked, trying to calm her.

Hermione tugged his arm to rest between her bosoms.

“The women stare at you...all of them! Makes me jealous!”

"They can only want, Sweet," Draco whispered, kissing her cheek. "You possess all of me."

Draco liked her jealousy. It meant that she cared for him, even if for a little bit.

Draco yelped and jumped.

“Are you alright, Draco?”

"Some woman just grabbed my arse!" Draco said, rubbing his arse and looking about angrily.

Hermione's eyes flashed furiously, and she grabbed Draco. She shoved him down on a bench and straddled his lap.

Draco looked at her.

“But first I need to show them...” she leaned down and kissed him furiously.

Draco grinned, and slid his hands to her plump backside. She hadn't noticed all the men staring at her.

They kissed for a good while, both enjoying the moment.

Hermione sighed and pressed her tongue into his mouth not caring about the looks they were getting from people.

Let them look! Her wizard! Her wizard! No one else touch!

She finally had a man, and he was ideal! She didn't want anyone else.

Draco followed her lips with an involuntary moan when she pulled back from him.

Hermione smirked at their audience.

“Mine,” she whispered.

"Yours," Draco whispered.

Hermione rubbed her hand along his neck and frowned when she found a chain. She tugged the chain. When the necklace was pulled all the way out, she blushed brightly.

“You're wearing the charm I made for you!”

"Since the moment I received it," Draco whispered. "It is the most wonderful present I ever received.

“Oh Draco!”

Draco smiled at her. He couldn't help wondering if she had any idea what the charm meant.

“I love you, my dear,” he whispered and nibbled at her neck.

“Shall we get going again?”

"I rather like how we are seated right now," Draco said, pressing his hips up a bit so she could feel what she'd done to him.

“You are truly incorrigible, my Draco. We need to sort the wedding soon.”

"No man could help being aroused by a woman mounting him the way you just did, my Love." Draco took her hand as they got up and walked toward the Thames.

“I think I will try that again after we wed, with us both naked... what do you say?”

“Definitely, my Love, Definitely. You just made me cast a concealment charm on my trousers, or else all Muggles would know how I feel.”

"It's rather chilly, Draco. Do you mind if I put your hand in my pocket?" Hermione asked looking up at him and batting her eyes.

“I don't mind at all, Love,” he said and grinned.

Hermione slid her hand into the pocket of his trousers and found his hard member.

Hermione happily smiled at the Muggles who noted her hand in Draco's pocket. She squeezed his length and heard him stifle a moan.

"Hermione, do you want my trousers stained with come?" Draco asked, sliding a hand down to grip half of her bottom.

“A simple cleaning charm will do wonders,” she whispered as she teased the head through the fabric.

Draco jerked her against his front and steered her into an alley and shoved his mouth against hers.

“You are a tease, my Love,” he said as he broke the kiss.

Hermione smirked. "You are my wizard!" Hermione whispered to him.

“Yes, and you are my witch. You will know how it feels to be teased after our wedding.”

"You will be good to me," Hermione said, as he collapsed against her and she felt hot liquid spurting on her hand.

“That's what you do to me, Love. I am helpless for you.'

Hermione slid her free hand into his hair. She smirked at him.

"I adore your devotion to me, Draco."

“And I adore your devotion to me, Hermione. I want us to be married as soon as possible.”

"Yes, I don't want to wait either," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around his torso.

“I think we're entertaining each other rather well, aren't we my sweet?” he asked, drawing her close.

"Yes," Hermione said. "Now, to the sites!"

“Do we have to?? We could rent a hotel room and do some more snog training...”

"Yes, we must," Hermione said. "You want to learn about Muggles."

Draco pouted.

"We will continue training for a fantastic wedding night shagathon tonight," Hermione said as if she were simply commenting about the weather or a particularly good cup of tea.

That made him smile. Maybe sex would be one way to win her over.

They reached the attraction and Draco used a mild notice-me-not charm to minimize Muggles staring at them.

"You know. I really care about you," Hermione said, putting her cheek on his shoulder. "You are so good to me. Do you think maybe we could have a nice long conversation tonight? I really want to get to know you. Your mother was vague on details. I hounded her for information, but she just said, 'that's a question for your fiancé.'"

“Of course, we will talk and do other nice things. Anything you want. As I want to talk to you as well. It's an important thing.”

"What?" Hermione asked, tugging on his arm.

“That is a private thing...cannot say it here.”

Hermione looked up at him and pouted a little.

"Can we just go and be alone?" Hermione asked. "I would rather just be the two of us. Is that terrible?"

“But didn't you say I had to learn Muggle culture?”

"We have our whole lives to teach you," Hermione said quietly. "I would rather have you to myself."

“Maybe we can pick up that Muggle food and go back to the manor and talk?”

Hermione nodded, and allowed Draco to lead her up to the McDonalds that was near to them. She hugged his arm tightly.

She desperately wanted to know his secret!

"Draco, is it selfish that I don't want other women looking at you? They were just being rude though! Staring at you like you were the finest meat cut at the market."

“And I thought it was just me who was paranoid about the Muggles.”

"No, they were being genuinely RUDE!" Hermione declared clutching his arm as she had him walk up to a man who was working.

Draco didn't tell her that all the men were staring at her. He smiled down at her.

"What would you like, Dearest?"

“I'll take two large quarter pounders with diet coke and smarties McFlurry.”

Draco grinned. He had picked the right thing when he had been on his own.

Hermione petted Draco's arm and didn't look at anyone in particular.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, touching her cheek.

"Yes," Hermione said, and she leaned up to kiss his mouth lightly.

The worker at the counter handed Draco the bag of food and Hermione took the tray with drinks. She didn't want to stay there as all the women and some men were ogling Draco.

She glared at them all as hatefully as she could and pressed to Draco's side as if glued to him.

Draco led her out of the restaurant and found a side alley to apparate back.

Hermione wrapped her arms around her wizard poutily and held him tightly.

Soon they were returned to the manor. “These are my rooms. I rather like the view from the parlor.”

Hermione nodded, not letting him go as she pouted. Who did those Muggles think they were? It was obvious that Draco was with her. What they had done was just so...so...so WRONG!

There was a small table, enough to seat two. Draco put down the bag of food and took of his coat.

Hermione reluctantly released her wizard.

Draco helped her take off her coat.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, kissing her cheek.

“I just feel so jealous! All the people staring at you...”

"Plenty of men were staring at you, too." Draco said, grinning uncontrollably. "And women stared at you jealously."

“Because I had a gorgeous angel-like hunk next to me.”

"The men stared at you because they wanted you," Draco whispered, putting his hands on her shoulders. "If they had been wizards, I would have challenged them to a duel."

“Wanting me? I am plain, was just enchanted by the hair magic you did.”

"You are stunning," Draco whispered. "Pot-head and Weasel-Breath see it too. The Muggle uniform was their ploy to get you to see it. As you would not be able to miss the men drooling over you then.”

“Nonsense! The Potter-Weasley couple is just like Muggle designers. Gay men envisioning how a man should look like.”

"They are your friends. They wanted to help you." Draco said. "They knew that I was your helpless follower."

“Why didn't they just set up a date?”

"Because you were kind of a workaholic."

“And I asked you out lots but you never agreed anyways!'

"WHAT? I don't believe you!" Hermione declared as she crawled into Draco's lap.

“I can't believe I turned you down...you must be kidding!”

"No," Draco said, patting her hand. "I assure you of my sincerity. You said I was a pest. I was horribly confused. I thought I had to smell poorly or something."

“You smell nice,” she said moving to sit in his lap. Sitting alone in her chair was a waste.

“Love there are things in our past...I wasn't always very good.” Draco sighed and pulled her close.

Hermione wiggled about and wrapped her arms around his chest. “I know that you're good deep down,” she murmured.

"No, deep down, I am a naughty boy who wants to commit horrible depravities with you. I want to debauch you in the most delicious and sinful ways," Draco said, leaning up to press his lips to hers as his eyes closed.

“When we are wed you will be welcome to.”

Draco growled a little as he lifted her in his arms. "Can we just elope?"

“Your mother would be devastated!”

"She would forgive me as soon as you were pregnant," Draco said, sliding a hand over the back of Hermione's thigh.

“Draco, you are naughty,” she murmured and blushed.

"I never claimed to be otherwise," he whispered as he pressed her down on the couch in the music room and running his nose along her cheek.

Hermione's breathing became quicker. She felt heat rise deep in her belly.

"I love you, Hermione," Draco whispered, sliding a hand under her shirt to caress soft skin.

“Draco, why is your hand under my skirt?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

"The same reason your hands are on my arse," he breathed against her lips.

“There they are,” Narcissa said and stopped in mid-sentence.

"Inappropriate!" Lucius said, dragging Draco off the mussed Hermione.

“Lucius, don't be so harsh...they're happy to be reunited.”

"Narcissa, no debauchery without marriage."

Hermione frowned and reached for Draco. She whined loudly.

“Remember how we were?” Narcissa said, leaning into Lucius.

"Yes, that is the problem. You were pregnant before our marriage," Lucius said the last part through clenched teeth and lips smiling.

“We should be getting to dinner, children!” Narcissa said cheerfully.

"I want to sit close to Draco," Hermione said, standing up and tugging on Draco's arm.

“That you can as long as your hands are on the cutlery.”

"Her hands can be wherever they desire," Draco said, drawing her arms around his neck.

“Let's go to dinner! The elves have put in a lot of effort!” Narcissa said cheerfully, dragging the moody looking Lucius along with her.

"Narcissa, they are NAUGHTY children," Lucius said, casting a look over his shoulder at the younger couple who were giggling and whispering.

"He is planning an elopement," Lucius hissed. "Just because he wants sex."

“You were very eager too, Lucius my love.”

"We aren't talking about me," Lucius whined. "We are talking about our son. He should BEHAVE better!"

"Leave my son and his betrothed alone unless you want to be sent to the couch for the week."

Lucius stomped his foot, "That isn't fair."

"I love you, Mother," Draco said.

“See, he loves me,” Narcissa giggled and poked Lucius as they entered the dining room.

"He needs a good spanking, Cissa," Lucius mumbled as he took his seat.

“You will get spanked tonight, my dear,” she whispered as the children took their places.

"I'm not into that," Lucius said, as plates of smoked salmon were delivered to each of them.

“I am so excited about the wedding!” Narcissa said, looking at the young couple misty eyed.

"I want it to be soon," Hermione said, "Draco is very eager."

Draco nodded to her.

“This weekend will be your wedding day,'” Lucius said,

"I want it to be tomorrow," Draco said, staring at Hermione with bright eyes.

Hermione blushed.

“No, you will have to wait. I will order a deflating draught for you, Draco.”

Hermione squeaked and wrapped her arms around him, "That isn't necessary, Mr. Malfoy. I am his fiancée. I am sure I can find a way to tend to him."

“You will not tend to him. Miss Granger, you might need to share the room with my wife.”

"You aren't the boss of me," Hermione retorted, stroking Draco's hair. "He shouldn't be made to drink nasty potions."

"I agree," Draco piped up as his face was dragged to her breasts.

“Stop this instant!” Lucius bellowed. “Or else she will go on holiday to Italy. Alone!”

"I will not," Hermione said, "Draco is a sensitive boy, and I've been away from him too long. He is emotionally distraught."

"Yes, distraught," Draco murmured, pulling her onto his lap.

"You only have to wait less than forty-eight hours," Lucius said, banging his fork on the table.

“But we want to do it sooner!” Draco protested.

"Draco, that is the soonest that everything can be ready," Narcissa said.

Draco pouted.

"Now, baby, she can stay the night with you as long as you don't have intercourse."

Draco smiled brightly.

"She may not!" Lucius said, standing up.

"Lucius, you have been stressed, Love," Narcissa said, standing up and cupping her husband.

“Cissa you are improper!” Lucius said, his eyes wide.

“Do let the young ones enjoy their engagement. I know we did. Don't be a sourpuss. Or the couch awaits!”

"But Cissa," Lucius said, until he felt a second hand cup his erection with her body blocking the action from the children's eyes.

“Do you want to assure the line is continued? They have to frolic to get us a powerful and gorgeous grandbaby.”

"But Cissa, they aren't married." Lucius whined but he allowed the gorgeous, busty blonde witch to lead him from the dining room.

“They're just as good as.” Narcissa said and pushed her gorgeous husband to the bed.

Lucius groaned as his witch attacked his belt.

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As with the other story, stay tuned, Chapters are updated back to back today. Chapter eighteen in two shakes.

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