When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Chapter 19 - Traditions

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Hermione was fidgeting in her chair in the posh cafe Narcissa had led her to. She wanted to be near Draco and kiss and be happy.

"Ladies," Lucius said, walking up to his wife and Hermione. He bowed to them.

Narcissa stood as her husband approached.

Draco rushed to Hermione's side. He hugged her close and kissed her cheek.

“I missed you,” Draco murmured.

Hermione leaned against him and smirked at Narcissa a little as she pulled Draco down and kissed him.

"I love you," she said, petting his cheek. "You are so good to me. Not pressuring me about anything."

Draco didn't want to tell her what he had found out from his father. How could he ask her to have sex with him?

Hermione kissed him again before they took their seats.

The conversation was light and chatty and time flew easily.

Hermione petted Draco's thigh from time to time.

“You both need a good rest before the wedding,” Narcissa announced. “I had the elves prepare your rooms for you.”

Draco smiled at Hermione, "I hope they are separate, Mother. As it is a tradition held by Hermione's family that it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony on the wedding day."

Hermione smiled at Draco and leaned over against him.

“Wizards don't observe this tradition.”

"It matters to Hermione, and thus to me," Draco said, with finality.

Hermione shifted and draped Draco's arm around her as they took seats in the drawing room.

Lucius and Narcissa flashed a look at each other and shared a frown.

Hermione took Draco's hand and kissed it, "He is so good to me." She smiled with faux sweetness at Narcissa. "He understands."

Their separate rooms were next to each other. The older Malfoys hoped that young insatiable passion would do its bid.

"It is a big day, tomorrow," Draco said, "Perhaps it is time to turn in."

"There is one more tradition I've yet to inform you of," Hermione rested her cheek on Draco’s arm. "I found a book in Diagon Alley today about my family and our magical traditions. One perhaps that I would like to try," she bit her lip smiling shyly at her handsome betrothed.

“What is that tradition?”

Hermione smiled, "I was thinking that the tradition of my mother is that of you not seeing me in my wedding dress before the ceremony. Nothing really to do with the day. And the tradition of my father's family is bundling bags the night before the wedding," she giggled more and kissed Draco's cheek. "It would be fun."

“What does bundling the bags mean?” Draco asked, coming closer.

"Well," Hermione took his hands. "It is a tradition where I sew you tightly in blankets to prevent any untoward behavior on your part and I sleep next to you, only the night before the wedding. And should you free yourself," Hermione said, tugging his arm between her breasts, "Anything can happen."

“For example, what could happen?”

“That's for you to find out if you get out of the bag by first light.”

"I can sew my son in," Narcissa said, smiling.

"It is tradition for the bride to be to sew her fiancé in," Hermione said, kissing Draco's hand again. "Do you want to?"

“Yes,” he said, happy that he knew some wandless charms.

“Then come with me, Love,” Hermione said and took her fiancé's hand.

Draco smiled and followed her as she tugged him.

His parents sighed in relief. There was finally hope that Draco could manage to seduce the witch properly.

Hermione laughed as she led Draco into the bedroom.

“Shall I undress for the procedure?” Draco asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Except for your boxers," Hermione said, taking out her wand and arranging the blankets for her Draco.

Hermione crawled into the bed and watched Draco stripping. Maybe she shouldn't bind him so tightly.

“I could be all naked too…it's not like you haven't seen it before,” he said and winked.

"Boxers," Hermione insisted with a pout. "That way if you get out, there is a lovely sense of my submission and of the occasion, as I would remove your last clothing."

“If you put it that way,” he said and came closer to her, “you can always start to undress me.”

Hermione giggled, and crawled to where he stood next to the bed. She undid his belt and kissed his stomach.

Draco growled a little. She was a MINX.

“You have absolutely lovely abs,” she said, running her hand under his waistline.

Hermione shoved his trousers down and straightened up so her breasts were right in his face as she directed him to step out of his trousers and sit next to her.

Draco growled and leaned his face into them and sniffed. He would have this female tonight. She wouldn't tease him anymore.

He had no doubt about that. She would want him. He was sexy. All Malfoy men were sexy. He was no exception.

Hermione leaned against Draco's back and began to undo his shirt while kissing his neck. "We'll get to know each other tonight."

“I am looking forward to that,” he said, “if you let me undress you when I get out of your contraption?”

"A little more than that, I was hoping," Hermione said, blushing a little as she pulled Draco's shirt off.

“Anything you'd let me do, then,” he said and let himself enjoy her touch.

Hermione touched his shoulders nervously and kissed between them. He was such a handsome boy. She fiddled with the charm around his neck.

"Please allow me to wear it," Draco said, "It is the best present I ever received."

He leaned his head back onto her shoulder.

Hermione was extremely nervous. She was the luckiest girl alive to be contracted to wed such a gorgeous man. He was sweet, loving and so sexy. She had always had a thing for ripped hunks and now this one would be her husband.

"It's time to sew you in," Hermione said, "I want to allow you the maximum time to escape...as you must escape in time to do as you need to before sunrise."

“I will escape, I am sure. Aurors always get out of tight spots.”

"You forget I am an auror as well. I shall take excellent care," Hermione said, as she used her wand to begin to sew Draco into the blankets.

Frankly, she didn't make the seams too strong as she hoped he would manage to escape sooner. Since last night she had wanted to go all the way.

Grinning wickedly, she waved her wand and over Draco placing a ward on the blankets so he would have to pull out a certain percentage of the stitches before he could extricate himself.

She lay down next to his cocoon and smiled at the wizard.

Draco wriggled, "I think bundling bags are wonderful." He wriggled harder.

"So antsy," Hermione said, stroking his hair.

“There's a wonderful reason why I want to get out,” he said and tried to concentrate on the wandless charm to sever the stitches.

His magic just fizzled.

"How did I know you would attempt your wandless magic?" Hermione said. "Never you fear, I have charmed and warded it against such attempts."

She kissed Draco's forehead.

“That's unfair,” he whined.

"You are to play by my rules," Hermione said with a giggle as she rubbed her nose to his cheek.

Draco giggled back, "I shall escape."

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"Lucius Malfoy, get away from that wall!" Narcissa commanded, throwing a pillow at the blond.

“I must hear if Draco gets his way!” Lucius said and strengthened the eavesdropping charm.

"While I am left in a cold bed," Narcissa said, patting the area next to her. "I demand you join me."

“Just give me a few minutes, Darling. This is a question of our family's future. You know that Zabini and Nott will contest the wedding tomorrow.”

"There is nothing to worry of, Lucius. She loves our boy. Of that, I am certain. The way she looks at him. Of course, they will have their share of vexations at the beginning as all couples do. But they will be fine. We will have a glorious and powerful grandbaby soon. Hopefully a boy. I do so adore little boys."

“I hope Draco gets her heavy with our grandbaby very soon,” Lucius said and got into the bed watching the wall.

“Stop worrying, my stud-muffin,” Narcissa said and pulled at his pajama bottoms.

Lucius smirked as he watched his wife's mouth hover near the waist of his pajama bottoms.

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Draco dug at the stitches as the grandfather clock in the hallway struck two in the morning.

“Can I be let out now?” he asked, begging her with his biggest and saddest grey eyes.

"Draco, you must get out on your own," Hermione said, unbuttoning the top of her nightdress to tease Draco. "You better hurry. Only a few hours left till sunrise."

Draco whined loudly and dug harder at the blankets. WICKED, TEASING FEMALE. When he got his hands on her, he would show her how to be grateful to him. Her breasts were just out of reach of his mouth. It was so WRONG!

He would show her how he can tease her on their honeymoon.

“What is it, honey?” she asked, intentionally letting her breasts shove into his face for a second.

Draco growled and tried to shove in closer to them. "You are a FLIRT!" he accused as she pulled back before he got a chance to nuzzle them at all.

"I think I shall sleep now, my darling," Hermione said, sliding down on the bed and hugging a pillow. "As you don't have the will or strength to escape."

Draco growled and tore at a loose thread in anger.

It barely budged. He was sewn in so tightly. It was not fair! Impudent little minx would pay for this indignity. How had he ever thought this could be fun? She purposely made it so he couldn't use magic to get out. Beguiling wench!

He kicked at the blankets in anger. That was not fair. Suddenly, he heard a rip.

Hermione yelped when she heard the rip. She shot up and turned to see Draco foot sticking out the end of her sewing.

"I'm going to have you," Draco declared struggling harder as he heard the clock chime four in the morning. He didn't have much time left. She gave him only till first light entered his room, and his room faced the east. He didn't have time to make her beg for it if he didn't hurry.

Hermione giggled at this and raised her wand.

"Maybe I should sew that tear up. I wouldn't want you to catch cold."

“No, no more sewing! It's unfair!” he said and put all his strength to rip the seam.

Hermione giggled and said, "Calm down, Love. You will hurt yourself." She drew him close so his face landed in her bosoms.

Draco began to suck and lick and kiss excitedly at her breasts forgetting his plight for the time being.

Hermione moaned at the soft suckling of the lips.

She liked this very much. She was sure that he would be an excellent lover.

Draco relaxed at being able to sniff and lick at his future bride's delicious breasts.

"Draco," Hermione whimpered, stroking his hair. "You feel so good." She stroked his hair some more.

Draco sighed as hands petted his hair and cradled him.

"There, there," Hermione said. "It's alright. You poor sweet dear."

“It was so difficult to tear the bag. You're a tease.”

CHIME. CHIME. CHIME. CHIME. CHIME. CHIME.

"Six o'clock, Love," Hermione said. "Dawn is upon us." She flicked her wand at the curtains and they opened to reveal the predawn light.

“Does it matter?” he asked hopefully.

"I told you that you had until first light. I am a woman of my word. At first light, I release you and leave you to prepare for the wedding."

“We still have a bit of time, don't we?”

"The sun is stretching over the horizon even now," Hermione said point to where the sun could be seen creeping over the edges of the hills to the east of the manor.

Draco renewed his struggles as Hermione rose from the bed.

"It is not first light. You can't leave," Draco whined, renewing his struggles.

“I need to get ready to be pretty for the wedding. Your mother has a lot of beauty treatments that I have to go through to look great for the ceremony.”

"Light has not entered my room," Draco said, "I still have time!"

“Be patient, love. We have tonight and our honeymoon to make it up. I hear the longer a man is kept waiting the longer he will last.”

"I have BLUE BALLS from waiting!" Draco complained, wriggling so hard that he fell out of the bed.

Hermione laughed at his antics.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Draco whined rolling on the floor and trying to sit up. "I'M GOING TO GET YOU!"

A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Do come in," Hermione called. "We are decent."

Lucius strode in, "What are you doing on the floor, Boy? And why are you still trussed up?"

Draco hid his face. He had failed.

Narcissa walked in, "BABY!" she cried dropping to her knees and quickly ripping the stitches out to free him.

Hermione smiled shyly at Draco.

"Even your mother could rip that sewing to shreds," Lucius mumbled as he helped Draco to stand.

Draco still looked down. He didn't dare to look at his parents.

“Let's go and get you ready, Boy,” Lucius said and dragged the boy to the door. “Or else you'll turn up all dressed wrong.”

Hermione bounced forward and wrapped her arms around Draco, "Not so very long now. We will need to sneak away during the reception." Hermione pinched Draco's bum.

Draco smiled at little. Lucius was very frustrated with his boy.

Lucius took Draco's arm and steered him from the room.

"That was a dirty spell to use on your sewing," Narcissa said, taking the younger witch's arm. "Though I approve of your Slytherin tactics."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Malfoy."

“You know it very well, sweetheart. Poor Draco.”

"He will have me soon enough," Hermione declared. "And I him," her voice quieted as she said her last bit, "and with no worry of him leaving me."

“Did you really think that he would've left you?”

"Boys always say that they will return, but the only way to be certain is to have a ring," Hermione pointed at her finger as Narcissa led her into her room to help her prepare.

Narcissa smiled a little when she saw the Jane Austen books sitting out.

"Draco is more of a Mr. Darcy or Colonel Brandon, than a Willoughby or Wickham," Narcissa said with a smile.

“I didn't know you read Muggle books.”

"Of course," Narcissa said. "Literature is very important to old wizarding families. As I was saying, Draco is one of the good ones, not the bad ones."

“He is such a good boy.”

"And you've been cruel to him."

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Hermione stood in the anteroom by herself, shifting this way and that to look at her reflection.

The dress Narcissa had persuaded her to buy looked wonderful. She looked like a princess. The beauticians had done a wonderful job too.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," Hermione called, expecting to see Lucius to escort her down the aisle.

"Hello Gorgeous," Blaise said.

“BLAISE!" Hermione cried and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you came."

“Well how could I let my favorite girl do this?'

"What do you mean? I'm getting married. Draco and I love each other," Hermione said, urging Blaise to sit in a chair.

"Do people in love always lie so thoroughly to one another?"

“He didn't lie to me one bit. He's so adorable. He didn't even ask me for making love even though he wanted it a lot.”

"Hermione, you are not betrothed to him. There is no contract, I swear it to you. And you never liked him. He was awful to you in school. Always calling you names. Horrible names." Blaise took her hands.

“Why are you saying such things?” Hermione asked, looking at Blaise in surprise.

“Look at the evidence yourself,” he said and took out a folder out of his briefcase. “This is how you got engaged to him.”

Hermione opened the folder and saw several Daily Prophets in the folder.

"It's not true," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Draco would never have done this. He is a good boy. Kind to me."

“He is a wanton little ferret, drooling over you all the time in school. Let me show you my memories, via Legilimency.”

Hermione dropped the papers as Blaise pocketed his wand.

"Please, Hermione. I don't want you to be hurt when you are married by the discovery of the truth."

“Draco loves me. There's nothing you could show me that would disprove that.”

"Well, how about this?" Blaise said, lifting out a silvery thread of memory and putting it in a vial. "Just watch it."

Hermione put her wand in the memory and watched.

Blaise couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as she watched Draco be a complete pig.

Hermione emerged from the memory with a sneer on her face.

"How dare he?" Hermione said, throwing the vial to the ground causing it to shatter.

“There's more like that.”

"No more," Hermione said, lifting a hand. "I have to go somewhere. I can't marry that...that thing. How dare he speak of me that way? As if he could just..." Hermione screeched in rage and stomped her foot.

“Come with me. You don't need to talk to him ever!”

Hermione hugged Blaise.

"Just let me change," Hermione said, stepping behind the changing area.

“Do you want to hurt him like he hurt you?” Blaise asked.

"I just want to get out of here," Hermione said, stepping out from behind the curtain and walking to the floo.

“We need to hurt him,” Blaise said and took the dress which was hanging at the changing curtain. He ripped it.

Hermione whimpered a little when she saw her dress bodice ripped.

“Give me your shoes, too!”

"You already tore my dress? Now my shoes?" Hermione asked, hugging them to her chest.

“Yes, we'll Apparate to my castle.”

He took the shoes from her and waved his wand over her hand.

The shoes and floor had a slight splattering of blood.

Hermione gasped as the squeezing of apparition took her away.

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Well there was Chapter 19. Chapter 20 coming right up!

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