When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Hot Springs and Celestial Light Shows

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"Your mother is good to you," Hermione said, allowing Draco to continue his nuzzling of her bosoms.

“She is the best mother possible!”

“And you are the best possible fiancé,” Hermione murmured.

Draco grinned, "I think you are better."

Hermione kissed him.

“What are we going to do now?” Hermione asked, not wanting to let go of the man candy in her arms.

"Whatever you want, Gorgeous," Draco said, picking up a forkful of chocolate cake and offering it to her.

“What's sweeter-cake or you?”

"Me," Draco responded. "But you are the sweetest of all."

She smiled. How on Earth had she gotten so lucky in the boyfriend lottery?

"There was somewhere I wanted to take you, Love," Draco said, tugging her to his lap, "if you would like to, of course.”

“I would like to go with you!” she cheered.

Draco took her hand and led her to the hall closet. He opened it and took out the white mink cloak and helped her put it on.

“Where are we going?” she asked, twirling around in the coat and then hugging him.

Draco hugged her back as he pulled on his own black fur cloak.

"I can't tell you," Draco said. "It's a surprise."

“I like surprises! Will it lead to you being naked?”

"Perhaps," Draco said, winking at her. "If you may be led to nudity as well."

She blushed. She didn't know if he'd like to see her naked.

"You are gorgeous, Witch."

Draco growled a little and rubbed his nose against her neck.

“Thank you, Handsome,” she said and purred.

Draco led her out to the front porch and took her in his arms, "Shall we?"

“Yes, anywhere with you.”

Draco sighed as they apparated away from the mansion.

Hermione gasped and hugged Draco more tightly as a cold wind nipped at her.

"Shall we?" Draco asked, motioning to the door.

“Where are we?”

"Northern Russia," Draco said, "A Muggle town, is about seventy miles that way." He pointed to the southwest.

"Yip. Woof. Growl."

“Why did we come here?”

"Awooo!"

"You'll see," Draco said, as a large grey wolf trotted up to them.

Hermione hid behind Draco.

"Salazar," Draco said, kneeling down. The wolf licked his face. "It looks like you had a nice year." He looked out toward the edge of the forest where one adult and four adolescent wolf silhouettes stood. Salazar turned and trotted away toward the other wolves.

“You know the wolf?” Hermione, cautiously stepping out of the safety of Draco's back.

"Yes," Draco said. "He is relatively young."

"He is so big," Hermione said, staring at the pack.

“I like wild animals. In fact it's family tradition to adopt a wild-life animal as a friend.”

"Wow," Hermione said.

"But he is not why I brought you here," Draco said, offering a hand to the house again.

“Why are we here then?” Hermione asked, still a little afraid of the pack of wolves strolling after them.

"Master Draco," a small elf greeted.

"Would you please make us some hot chocolate?" Draco asked smiling at the elf.

“Of course, Master. What would the mistress like to have?”

"Hot chocolate with marshmallows sounds good," Hermione said, hugging Draco's arm as she watched the wolves.

"Would you rather have our hot chocolate here? Or would you rather head for our final destination?"

“Whatever you have planned is surely wonderful. Can we have the chocolate on the go?”

"Tiffy is happy to deliver it to us as we need," Draco said, patting her hand and lifting her hood.

“Is Tiffy happy living here all alone? Doesn't he get lonely?”

"He is not alone," Draco said, "He lives here with his wife and three children. He didn't like the other elves interfering with how he was raising them and asked to come here."

“How does he get supplies here? Aren't they cold here?”

"Warming spells, and it is quite lovely here in the spring. They apparate to the nearest town."

Hermione took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder

Draco smiled as he led her up a trail through the woods.

“I like this winter land. In Britain, there's often not enough snow.”

"Yes, and no wolves at all," Draco said, "They've been extinct for centuries."

“These wolves are cute. Though they still look a bit dangerous.”

"This subspecies is actually the largest, I believe," Draco said. "You have nothing to fear from them. They are quite gentle. They are tundra wolves."

Hermione gasped as one of the large footed pups tripped and went face first into the snow.

“How do you know so much about them?”

"Picking a wild animal as a friend is tricky and it is important to understand what is being chosen so you know how it thinks so you can commune with it." Draco smiled as continued up a steep incline.

“I am very attached to the ones I love, family is everything to me. I want to make people see my family is actually nice.”

Hermione hugged his arm, "Would Salazar let me pet him?"

"I want the wolves to remain relatively wild, and it's important not to approach them. If he approaches you, I think he would allow it."

A wolf head butted her leg.

A light silver colored she-wolf arched her head against Hermione's hand.

The wolf looked up at her expectantly.

She reached out and touched the wolf's head and gasped, "She's so soft."

The wolf licked her hand.

“That's Circe, Salazar's mate. She has always been pouty to me, but it looks like she likes you.”

"She is gorgeous," Hermione said, touching a soft ear.

The she-wolf made a soft noise in her throat before trotting off to catch up with her mate.

“You are the most gorgeous witch around,” Draco murmured and embraced her into a hot kiss.

Hermione smiled against her wizard's lips.

Draco pulled back a moment later, "Here we are."

“If you look up now, you will see the aurora borealis,” he said, still not letting her go.

Hermione gasped as a green light swirled across the sky.

Draco released her hand and walked forward to the edge of a stone lip of a hot-spring and began to strip quickly. He dove in as soon as he finished.

“Are you naked in there?” Hermione asked, blushing deeply.

“Of course I am. This is a magical hot spring. The water is said to have excellent invigorating abilities.”

Hermione approached the water slowly pausing to look at the yellow sparkly flowers.

"Will you join me?" he asked, smiling at her as he found a place to sit along the edge.

“Wouldn't this be inappropriate?”

"We are just going to have a swim under the stars watching the aurora borealis. Nothing too horrible, I think."

"It's so cold," Hermione said.

"It's much warmer in the spring," Draco said, smiling at her. "I can hold you close."

“You just want to see me naked,” she frowned.

"I want to see it again," Draco said, "It is gorgeous."

“Fine, but promise not to stare!” She vanished her clothes and jumped into the spring.

"How could I not stare," Draco asked, "when such beauty is to be had?"

“'Stare at the Northern Lights then!”

"Only if I can hold you at the same time," Draco said, opening his arms.

“Draco you are a naughty boy!”

"I'm not," Draco said, sticking out his bottom lip. "I'm just a very passionate man who wants to feel the love of his soon to be bride." Draco put his hands on her shoulders and lifted an arm to begin kissing out toward her hand.

“I am just a very shy bride,” she said and blushed. Her man was gorgeous. She could look at him for hours.

"You have nothing to be shy about," Draco said, kissing back up and down the other side with little moans of pleasure.

“What if you decide you want a prettier witch?”

"There is no prettier witch," Draco said, growling a little. "Would you like me to make a vow of fidelity to you? I was planning to at our wedding anyway, so everyone knows that I am yours entirely." Draco tilted her head back and kissed jaw line.

“But what if you regret it later? When you see all the big-breasted bimbos?”

"You are the only witch for me," Draco said, turning her around to face him. "I will never regret it."

“You are so handsome and so perfect...this can't be real. There must be a catch somewhere!”

“There isn't a catch anywhere. Malfoy men are known to mate for life. My father is still as besotted with my mother like he was before their wedding.”

Hermione slid her arms up around Draco's neck.

"Were you nice to me in school? Did all the boys know that you were besotted with me?" Hermione asked, sliding her hand over his collarbone.

“Well, I made sure other boys wouldn't dare to approach you,” he lied.

Hermione giggled, "I bet I didn't like that," she said before forcing a scowl onto her face.

“Well I had to keep you out of harm's way...”

Hermione giggled and lifted herself up on him. She began to play with his hair and rub her nose on his cheek.

“I love your hair...and your cheeks are so smooth.” she purred.

"You are so adorable," Draco said, leaning his face in close to her. He lifted his chin and looked at her with heated eyes.

Hermione trembled when she saw the passion in his eyes.

He leaned in and kissed her as he backed up and sat down holding her so she straddled his lap.

She blushed when she felt something hard and hot poking her.

"Hermione," Draco moaned, stroking her sides.

“Draco...I've never gone all the way before.”

"Neither have I," Draco said, "I'm ready when you are."

“But wouldn't you get upset at me if I said i am too scared to do it now?”

"No. Why would you think I would be upset?" Draco said, sliding a hand along her cheek.

“When a man wants sex he can get furious if refused. I read it in books.”

"You have nothing to worry about," Draco said.

"But you are clearly...um...clearly," Hermione trailed off and looked away.

“Yes, I am very aroused at the moment...but I love you and respect your wishes. I want that each time we make love to each other to be a special sweet memory for you.”

Hermione hugged him closer and whimpered unconsciously spreading her legs a little wider as she felt his length rub between her legs a little.

“And there are many things we can do without going all the way. Remember, you are in control. If you want to touch, then go on.”

Hermione just snuggled her face into his neck and whimpered.

Draco ran his hands over her back. 'I love you, Hermione.'

Hermione slid her hands into his hair, "You feel amazing, Draco."

“You tempt me, love. I want to make love to you so badly.”

"Will you touch me, Draco?" Hermione asked, biting her lip before taking one of his hands and putting it on her arse.

“If you so desire, darling. I want t o please you.”

"Please, Draco," Hermione moaned, pressing closer. She slid her hands over his shoulders.

His had traveled down her pert bottom, stroking the soft skin slowly.

Hermione's eyes rolled up as she shoved back to his hand.

“More, I want more,” she whimpered and kissed his lips.

Draco hissed and slid a hand between her legs toward her core.

"Would you like me to touch you?" he growled.

“Touch me more,” she moaned and rocked against him. “I want you to pleasure me.”

"I am all for that," Draco said, sliding his hand to her core and teasing her clit with his thumb.

Hermione moaned loudly and kissed him again, her tongue travelling into his mouth.

Draco allowed a finger to slide into her. He pulled back and shoved his face in between her breasts while squeezing her bum with the other hand.

He licked and nipped at the soft skin between her breasts, "So soft."

Hermione was in heaven. He was making her feel like she never felt before.

"Draco, can we go back to the house, just apparate. I want to be in a bed."

“Of course, my love,” he said and hugged her close. In a blink of an eye, they were in a warm spacious room with a blazing fire in the fireplace.

Hermione whimpered and rocked against Draco's hand.

He laid her down on the thick bear hide in front of the fireplace.

She whimpered and reached for his shoulders, "Don't stop."

“Never,” he swore and rubbed his erection against her hip.

He touched his tongue to her lips.

"Draco, more," Hermione demanded shoving closer to him.

“What do I need to do?” he asked, his voice husky. He wanted to make her his, so that no one else could claim her.

Hermione leaned up and kissed his chin, "I love you, Draco."

“I love you, too,” he murmured. he had waited for so many years to hear her declaration of love.

She whimpered louder and rocked faster against Draco's hand.

Soon, a feeling of utter bliss overcame her and her body trembled in thethroes of her orgasm.

Draco gasped as she thrust herself against him tightly rubbing and sobbing his name.

He loved seeing her letting go and finding release inhis arms.

Hermione relaxed against his chest.

“Should we move to the bed now, Sugar? You'll get cold. But you're keeping me warm.”

Hermione just sighed and kissed his chest lightly.

Slowly, he got up and then picked her up and carried her to the bed. They would rest in the warm and cosy down duvet, cuddled close and their naked bodies touching.

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Hermione yawned as she woke up and stretched.

She had slept like a baby. Waking up with a handsome, naked man was definitely wonderful, too.

Hermione reached over and touched the back of her man.

She liked touching his strong, toned body, and especially enjoyed groping his perfect bum.

Draco moaned and shoved his bum toward the soft caress.

Hermione smiled. He looked so adorable when sleepy. She wanted to kiss him badly.

Draco turned to his back and reached for his companion. She had been at his side the night.

"Hermione," he called groggily reaching for her.

“Hello sleepyhead,” she giggled.

"I love you," Draco said, catching her and pulling her close.

“I love you too, silly,” she answered.

Draco sighed and grinned turning his head into the pillow.

“I guess you're not a morning person then.”

"No, but that is only the second time you've said that you love me. It makes me so happy. I've wanted to hear it for so long," Draco said, sitting up and stretching over to put his cheek on her shoulder.

“How long have you wanted to hear it?” she asked, trying to make her hair less messy.

"Forever," Draco answered.

“For a very long time. I remember wishing that we both end up head girl and head boy so I could have more chances at wooing you.”

Hermione kissed his cheek.

“And I always admired you,” he added.

"How long did you know that we were engaged?"

Hermione played with his hair and brushed her lips against his temple.

“When I found out I was ecstatic! And I've known for just almost a month.”

"How did you find out? I never knew," Hermione said, playing with him. "I wish my father told me."

“Well I guess he forgot. I got a mail from the Ministry,” he lied.

"Oh, did I?"

"Are you hungry?" Draco asked, leaning in close to her.

"A little," Hermione said.

"Whatever you want for breakfast is yours."

“And what do you crave?” he asked, hoping that she wanted to take him. He was s till a virgin, but very eager to be hers right now.

"Belgian Waffles," Hermione said, hopefully.

“Not me?” he asked, pouting.

"Don't be dirty!" Hermione said, blushing and looking away.

“What's so dirty about wanting my fiancée?”

"I will be yours when we marry," Hermione said, looking away as she flashed back briefly to being on the rug and coming on the fingers of the man next to her.

“We don't have to wait till the wedding to make love,” he said and pouted. “You know I am yours already.”

"We do," Hermione declared. "I will not have anyone supposing I am female of no virtue."

"No one cares about that anymore," Draco said, touching her bare arm.

“You think I am easy?” she said and jumped off the bed. She grabbed the robe which was on a chair and rushed to the door to the bathroom and locked herself in.

“Hermione, I didn't mean it that way! I meant that we can do whatever we want...you just make me so hot and wanton that I have difficulty being courteous!”

"Hermione!" Draco called leaping up and racing after her.

"You want a whore! Go to Knockturn Alley, if you just want to be laid!"

“I want to be laid by you only. Please, Love, forgive me!”

"No!" Hermione said in a clipped tone.

“Please, Love, open the door. I am just an idiot!”

Hermione opened the door and peaked out at Draco, "Well if we can agree on that, I suppose I can accept your apology."

Draco ran and hugged her tightly. “Please forgive? I just wanted to say that you drive me crazy with want.”

Hermione hugged him tightly, "I forgive you. I understand."

He kissed her neck in ardent little kisses. “I am an idiot, but all yours. I want you to want me too.”

"I do," Hermione said. "I just would feel better if we waited. I was also impressed upon as a child with the importance of virtue in a woman."

“I respect that. But it doesn't make me feel less wanton.”

“You should dress then, Love,” she said softly.

"Yes," he said, sadly. "And Mother and Father will expect us. We have a fitting for your wedding dress and my wedding robes today."

“I am looking forward to our wedding, Love,” she said as she watched him dress. He was so desirable, but she had to wait for another day only to have him.

“You should dress, too,” he said and smirked at her.

Hermione blushed and grabbed her clothes that had been thoughtfully retrieved from the hot-spring by Tiffy.

“I hope I get a beautiful dress. And that you like what I get too.”

"Well, the dress makes no mind to me," Draco said. "I'm more concerned about getting it off on the wedding night."

“Draco, you are so rude!” she said and slapped his arm, playfully.

"What? Who is in the dress in infinitely more important than the dress," Draco retorted, pulling her to his chest for a brief kiss. "Would you like to have breakfast here or floo home and have it with Mother and Father?"

“Well you are certainly a very naughty boy, Draco. What am I going to do with you?”

“I guess you may need to marry me to tame me and turn good...but what about breakfast? You exhausted me quite a bit last night.”

Hermione giggled, "I should think it would be nice to go home for breakfast, but I don't want to insult Tiffy." Hermione pointed to the table set with delicious looking breakfast crepes and a pot of tea.

“Then we can eat here. My parents surely would love to have some alone time at breakfast.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked as she sat down at the table.

“Malfoy men are very eager,” Draco said and blushed.

Hermione blushed, "I shall feed you," she declared taking his hand and leading him to the table.

He obeyed happily.

Hermione pushed him into a seat and arranged herself on his lap before cutting into the peach and strawberry crepe and offering it to the handsome blond.

“You should eat too, love,” Draco said as he tried to sneak a kiss.

“I am way too nervous! I want to fit any dress!”

“I like you without any clothes on,” Draco murmured.

"Draco," Hermione said. "No rude talk like that. Eat." She held the fork to his lips.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said and took the offered food.

Hermione giggled and petted his hair with her free hand as he chewed.

“I just feel that my hormones are going through the roof now, Love. Will you be able to handle it that I am always wanton?”

Hermione shoved another bite into his mouth, "As long as you are only wanton for me."

“I can't marry a man who runs after all women.”

"I am all yours," Draco whispered, offering her something yummy.

“Always mine?” she asked, then taking his offering.

"This life and any that follow," Draco said, lifting a glass of pumpkin juice to her lips.

“Promise?”

“I swear, Love. Malfoys are very much always one-witch wizards.”

Hermione sighed happily and hugged him more tightly after setting the fork down.

“We will need a very long honeymoon. I want to pleasure you endlessly.”

"And I you," Hermione said, leaning her forehead against his.

"Draco!" a voice called through the floo. "Draco Lucius Malfoy!"

Draco didn't want to move at all. his mother should wait.

"We're right here, Lady Malfoy," Hermione said smiling at the fireplace. "We were just having breakfast."

“Didn't want to interrupt, but the fittings are about to start in ten minutes!”

"And that was why you used Draco's full name?"

“No, because then he knows it is time to behave.”

"He behaves quite well," Hermione said, petting Draco's hair. "He is a dear, sweet boy!"

“Then you didn't?” Narcissa had left the question open enough for them both to understand.

"36 hours left," Hermione said, "And then I will be his entirely."

Narcissa looked incredulous for a moment before excusing herself. Lucius needed to be informed.

Hermione dressed in a hurry and brushed her hair.

Draco took Hermione's hand as she came out of the bathroom, "Shall we?"

“Yes, we shall,” she said and kissed his cheek.

“My dear, we will go to the bridal boutique!” Narcissa cheered as she grabbed Hermione. 'The boys will go and get their dress robes fitted elsewhere!'

Hermione pouted and looked behind her at Draco as Narcissa dragged her away.

"I'll see you this evening, my Love."

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"Lady Malfoy," a witch greeted with a smile. "Is this the young lady who is to wed your Draco?"

“Yes, this is my dear baby's love. Isn't she gorgeous?”

"Stunning," the witch said, "And now to get you fitted in wedding robes."

She took Hermione's hand and led her into a dressing room. Narcissa followed close behind.

"Here is a selection of our finest."

“You will be the most beautiful bride of the year!” Narcissa went to the rack and discarded a few dresses right away.

Hermione fingered the fine materials and gasped as she read some of the price tags. Nothing was under 5000 galleons.

“Honey, it's not the price that matters. What matters is that Draco should be left bedazzled by your beauty.” Narcissa said as she offered her a long silk gown with an emerald sash encrusted with diamonds.

Hermione shook her head, "I don't need anything so extravagant. I would rather have something more elegant. I don't need a lot of sparkle."

“Well, the sparkle is not for you, it's for people to know we didn't scrooge on expenses. Malfoys always have the best. You are not a bride of a beggar.”

"I don't want such," Hermione said, "Those gems could feed all the war orphans to fullness to their adulthood."

“Look, Hermione. I understand that you worry about life's victims, but these dresses actually feed dozens of families. The people who make these are thankful for each dress sold. And five thousand galleons usually lasts only for one month in the orphanage as their expenses are quite large.”

"I refuse to wear such a thing," Hermione said. "It doesn't suit me and isn't to my taste. It's gaudy."

“What about this one?” Narcissa offered her a halter gown, the white silk covered with intricate green lace.

"That is much better," Hermione said, taking the gown and smiling as she saw the gorgeous v-shape in back that would expose her shoulders without being indecent.

“I have jewelry in our vault which would match the dress...do try it on, dear,” Narcissa said. She had almost fretted that the young woman would run to the ten galleon discarded gown bin and pick some monstrosity from there.

Hermione nodded and slipped behind the curtain and quickly changed into it. She turned this way and that looking at herself. She frowned at the green, it was too dark, a slightly paler green or a soft blue would look better for a wedding dress in her eye, but she knew that the dark green was a color on the Malfoy coat-of-arms and was likely to be part of any gown she had to wear for the wedding as all the dresses on the rack had some sort of the shade on them. But the gown was pretty and made her feel wonderful. Draco was a good man and his parents were rather nice to her. So what if she had to wear a little green?

"I should like to see you in that dress, my dear," Narcissa called.

Hermione stepped out of the curtain.

"Fantastic," the older witch said, taking Hermione's hand.

“I like it, but can't we get something cheaper? I know a charity shop just off Diagon Alley!” Hermione suggested.

"You will not wear a secondhand gown," Narcissa said, stomping one petite foot on the wood floor. "That is RIDICULOUS!"

“Why? It would save us lots of money!”

"Hermione, Malfoys never wear second hand."

“Are you alright, Lady Malfoy?” the sales assistant witch asked worriedly.

"I will be fine," Narcissa said, waving the other witch away. "I will never hear such talk of you buying clothes at a second hand shop. You have no need to shop at them, and there are those in need who deserve to have the nicest those shops can offer."

Hermione pouted.

“How many guests do we have tomorrow?” Hermione asked, deciding that she didn't want to upset the older witch.

"Five hundred," Narcissa said, dabbing her eyes.

Hermione's eyes widened. So many guests were usually at Muggle celebrity weddings.

“Our wedding had two thousand guests, but as Draco wants to marry fast we're doing a close friends circle only.”

"Two thousand?" Hermione said, "I'm glad we are keeping it small."

“So will you do me a favor and choose a dress from here?”

"Of course," Hermione said, "if it means so much to you."

"We need to pick out your shoes," Narcissa said, touching Hermione's hand.

“And we need to pick nice lingerie as well! Though I am sure draco will tear it to shreds, if he's anything like Lucius.”

Hermione's eyes widened, "He tore your undergarments?"

“He still does,” Narcissa said casually, sorting through racks of fine lace posing as underwear. “Malfoy men are very sex dependant. And passionate. If you refuse him, his magic will go awry. I once sent Lucius to sleep on the couch, and the next day my prized rose greenhouse was all in ashes, even though no one had gone near it. Strong magical surplus can do that.”

"Well, if Draco needs reminding of his place, I won't hesitate to do so."

“Please don't punish him with refusing love making. Anything else works fine though.”

"Whatever manner is necessary to make my point clear, but I think I shall never have to do anything so cruel. He is such a sweet and honest boy."

“How many times have you been with him?”

"I've not been fully intimate with him. I'm waiting for marriage. And really there is so little time left."

“If I may be so blunt, I would suggest you bed him tonight. There are many evil people who are looking for ways to annul your engagement.”

"Nonsense. They won't succeed in the short time that they have left, and I would rather wait. Draco understands. He and I are planning a long honeymoon."

“You see, honey, people may contest the wedding if there is not enough substance of a relationship...wizarding laws are tricky.”

"But Draco said that it is already a contract between our families which would make it uncontestable," Hermione said, tilting her head.

“Many wizards are willing to do anything to get a witch like you.”

"I made the devotion charm for Draco. Surely that is enough, and Draco understands how I wish to wait for marriage," Hermione said as she changed back into her other robes and her wedding dress was packaged.

“But you will be married in a matter of hours...and no one would know. It would certainly make Draco very happy.”

Hermione scowled at her reflection, "Draco doesn't pressure me. Why do you?"

Narcissa looked away and just piled more lingerie on the counter.

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Draco was tugging at the sleeve of his tailored jacket. What if this didn't look good enough?

"You are resplendent," Lucius said, brushing imaginary dust off the shoulders of his boy's coat. "How was your evening away from home?"

“It was very nice. I showed her the wolves and the hot spring in the midst of the forest.”

"You know very well what I meant," Lucius hissed. "Is your marriage at last set in stone?"

“She wants to wait till we're married. I respect her wishes.”

“Are you daft, boy?” Lucius asked and hit Draco's arse with his cane.

"Father," Draco yelped, jumping away. He covered his bum and glared at his father.

“Did I not tell you that both the Zabini and Nott families have asked for an annulment of your engagement? They cite the fact that your witch is not pregnant with your heir.”

"Officially, she had a miscarriage," Draco said, primping and looking at himself in the mirror.

“Yes, and even that is reason enough for them demand that you are unfit to produce healthy children.”

Draco scowled. “But the Marriage board allows up to two attempts of conception.”

"Draco, did you even try to bed her?" Lucius asked, "Are you so passionless?"

“I respect her wishes. She's a virgin. I don't want to force myself onto her.”

"Your mother, too, was an innocent, but she was eager to accept me weeks before our wedding," Lucius said.

“But Hermione wants to wait...I can't steal precious memories.”

“You are truly daft. What a pity you're my only son. Let me explain in simple terms for you—if you cannot prove that you both have more than a fake relationship, as alleged by Zabini and Nott, we're doomed.”

“Hermione and I want each other...we had a good time yesterday.”

"Obviously that was too much for you to comprehend."

"She gave me a DEVOTION CHARM!" Draco said, lifting it out from under the simple cotton shirt. "Her heart is mine for LIFE!"

“We slept naked in the bed together!” Draco added.

Lucius rolled his eyes, "Do try to bed her," Lucius' eyes narrowed slyly, "or is it left to me to get her with child for real. It is not unheard of, you know."

“What? You will sleep with MY bride?”

“In some cases in history, fathers had to make sure their infertile sons' brides were impregnated.”

"Father, you will not touch her. I am perfectly VIRILE!" Draco declared.

"I would have had her in my bed long ago," Lucius said. "She is quite lovely."

Draco pulled his wand out and held it at his father's throat, "You will never touch Hermione or think impure thoughts of her again!"

“Well, it seems you can't get the virility to sprog her up, boy.”

"I assure you, you will have grandchildren within a year of my marriage," Draco declared. "She will be my Hermione! I will sire fine children, powerful wizards and witches. They will be mine, mine, mine." Draco stomped his foot each time he said 'mine.'

“I'd rather sleep well tonight knowing that you are working on the promise before she walks down the aisle.”

"She has declared her love for me," Draco said. "She loves me, and I shall have her soon!"

“Not soon enough.”

"It's time to go and meet Mother and my Hermione," Draco said as he pulled on his day robes. "I assure you, Father, that I will have her sprogged soon!"

Lucius sighed in defeat. The boy didn't understand the severity of the situation.

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Well, that is all for now folks. I promise to be more careful in my duties from now on.

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