Muggle Marriage Law 51599

Cap wedding night 15/3

Hermione took her time changing into the dark emerald green negligee that Draco’s house elf, Blorg laid out on the large king sized bed. She looked at herself in the mirror in the large bathroom and sighed. She wondered just what she had done to deserve this.

She replayed the events of the very long week that had occurred: from Mr. Weasley informing her that she was to marry Draco Malfoy to the rather small and quick wedding ceremony the short bespectacled Ministry official performed on the patio of the immense backyard at Malfoy Manor only a couple of hours ago. The Laws stated that the Muggle party had to give up his or her wand. Hermione almost seethed with rage. She also knew she had no choice.

Hermione shuddered as she saw herself in the rather short and skimpy negligee. The thin satiny fabric felt light against her skin as if she had nothing on. Why even bother to wear this she thought. She looked at her wristwatch; it read a quarter of twelve. She looked at the door to the bathroom and gulped. Was he waiting opposite that door for her? Or was he even in the room? Was he out with his buddies or better yet another witch? I should be so lucky, she thought to herself as she reached for the door.

* * *

She took a step out of the bathroom. She took in a breath as she felt his presence right behind her. She quickly turned around, taking in another breath as she saw him.

His pajama bottoms matched the dark emerald green of her negligee. A thin silver rope chain hung against his bare chest. He held his wand loosely in his right hand.

He was tall, a good eight inches taller than her own 5’8” frame. His Quidditch years toned his physique. So, this is what the girls were so loony for all those years. He canted his right eyebrow up as he caught her staring at him. She took in a sharp breath and tried to avert his eyesight. She self-consciously picked at the hem of the negligee that hung thigh high.

Draco slowly started to walk around her, eying her up and down. Hermione stood rooted to her spot, progressively taking on deeper shades of crimson. He ran the tip of his wand over the small of her back, grazing over the satin cloth. She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down her body.

“Hmmm,” he said as he stood in front of her. He placed the tip of his wand under her chin and raised it, forcing her to look up. “So this is what you were hiding under those robes all those years at Hogwarts,” he said as he ran the tip of his wand down her front, grazing the satin sleepwear. She took in another sharp breath. “Maybe I should’ve paid you a bit more attention, hmm?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. She self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest.

“Don’t cover up, Granger,” he drawled, taking a step backward, slightly pointing his wand at her.

She started to lower her arms and then realized what she was doing. She pulled her arms back over her chest as she took a deep breath. “I don’t have to take orders from you,” she said, flushed. She flinched as she saw the telltale smirk cross his face. He took a seat on the bed. He looked her up and down again.

“Au contraire, my dear wife,” he said the last word quite icily. Hermione bristled as he called her that. Draco pointed his wand at her. She took in a breath. “Take off your clothes.”

“In your dreams, Malfoy,” she said almost as icily. She took another deep breath. “I’m not your puppet.”
She made a turn for the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks as he spoke.

“I’m sure you’ll recall Moody’s lecture in Fourth Year,” he began, as she turned to face him again. “Albeit the imposter, he did put out the correct information on Unforgivable Curses.”

She gasped. She looked straight into his silver grey eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

“Do as I say and I won’t have to resort to using the Imperius,” he smirked again.

“Go to hell, Malfoy,” she said in a measured tone.

He narrowed his eyes at her pointing his wand and sneered, “Imperio.” He held his wand nonchalantly as he eyed her. “See, you are my puppet, Granger. Take off your negligee,” he smirked.

Hermione tried hard to stop herself from complying, but she knew better. She averted his eye contact, not wanting to see the amused look on his face at her predicament.

“Look at me,” he whispered softly as she let the green satin pool at her feet. “And the rest of it,” he said canting his eyebrow.

She took a deep breath. She could feel she was flushing as she pulled her knickers down to the floor. She self-consciously pulled her left arm over her breasts.

“I said not to cover yourself, Granger,” he said as he stood. She dropped her arms to her sides. He unconsciously licked his lips as he looked at her body, which caused her to turn redder.

“Kneel before me,” he said pointing at his feet. Hermione’s eyes grew large. Draco just smirked as Hermione fought herself every inch of the way before reaching him. She shut her eyes as she took a deep breath. She knelt before him. She gulped. She looked up into harsh grey eyes.

He looked down at her. His eyes were menacing. “Remove my pajamas,” he said with an air of arrogance.

She looked shock. “What?!”

“Remove my pants,” he said looking down at her in disdain.

Her hands flashed to the waistband of Draco’s bottoms. Her hands trembled. He looked down at her amused. She looked up at him. It was Draco’s turn to take in a breath. He was not unaffected by the way she looked, naked, on the floor in front of him. He almost doubled over as he tried to adjust himself. His concentration on the spell broke.

Her hands fell quickly to the floor. She was breathing hard. “No,” she said and then looking up at him, she cried louder. “No!”

He quickly recovered. His face turned cold. He aimed his wand at her again, the second Unforgivable Curse, “Crucio!”

She doubled over in agony. She slammed herself onto the wooden floor, her back aching in pain, her head lolled. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. She arched her back in pain. She cried out as tears flowed from her eyes.

Draco touched her face. She looked up at him wide eyed, the pain still coursing. “Beg for it to end, Granger.”

She looked at him as he waved his wand again, doubling the strength of the Cruciatus curse. She writhed, her body twisting. She felt like her body was being torn in half. She looked up at him. Draco was a little disarmed for a moment. “Please, Draco, please stop it,” she asked softly.

Draco breathed in as he watched her shiver, “Finite incantatem.”

She gasped for air. Why was he allowing her to affect him so much? “Get up,” he said, the tip of his wand only
inches from her face. She looked up at him, coughing for air. She turned on her side, trying to get up. She got to her knees, still breathing deeply.

Draco yanked her up by her hair and threw her onto the bed. Hermione closed her eyes as she lay on the silk sheets. The softness under her contrasted with the hard wooden floor and for the moment she forgot her predicament.

She felt the bed dip as he crawled onto it. He straddled one of her legs. She looked up at him. ‘When had he removed his pants?’ she thought as she shut her eyes.

“Don’t shut your eyes on me,” he said in a cold tone as he slowly ran the tip of his wand from the base of her neck down the center of her breasts and her sternum. She whimpered.

He breathed deeply taking in the sight of her underneath him. He moved a strand of hair out of her eyes as she looked up at him.

“You’re actually very easy on the eyes, Granger,” he said as he touched her face gently. “Not bad, for a Mudblood.”

She hit him square in the face, just like when they were in their third year at Hogwarts. He was in a bit of a shock at first, but recovered. He pointed his wand at her. She braced herself.

She felt her arms push over her head and then leather bindings wrapped tightly around her wrists. She tugged on them trying to free herself.

“You stupid bitch!” he said measuredly. “You filthy little witch. You Mudbloods infiltrate our communities, our work places and of course our schools. Your kind has destroyed the integrity of our Wizarding world.

“A Mudblood like you should have been drowned at birth,” he said venomously as he pointed his wand at her face.

“Do it,” she said looking up into his grey eyes as she stopped trying to wriggle herself from the binds. His wand hand wavered for a moment. “You’ve wanted me dead since we were eleven. All you have to say is two little words, Draco. I’m sure you were adept at using the killing curse during the war.
“This is your chance,” she gulped, unsuccessfully blinking back tears. “You can kill the Mudblood.”

His grey eyes darkened. The silence was deafening. He narrowed his eyes at her. He finally spoke. “And get arrested for killing my wife?” He pushed the tip of his wand a bit too hard under the soft part of her chin forcing her to look up at him. She gulped. He whispered harshly, “And allow you the satisfaction of seeing me thrown into Azkaban!”

“You can say it was self defense,” she said shutting her eyes waiting for the curse.

“I doubt marriage to a Mudblood would serve a good defense with the Ministry,” he sneered.

“You know nothing of marriage,” she said looking up into his eyes as a tear ran down the side of her face. “Marriage is supposed to be a sacred union between two people who love and respect each other.”

“Like that of your parents?” he said coldly.

“You’re an asshole, Malfoy,” she said softly, turning her head away from him as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

He turned her to face him. “I could never fall in love with a Mudblood like you. The day I profess my love and respect for you is the day I would gladly give up magic.

“You’re of no worth to me. You filthy little Mudblood,” he said palming her right breast. He watched her exhale through pursed lips as she again struggled with the bindings that were tight around her wrists. “You’re just a fucking hole into which I can stick my Pureblood self.

“So let’s get this fucken night over with,” he said as she pulled at her restraints. Her wrists hurt as the bands cut into her skin. “So I don’t have to touch you again.”

“Fuck you,” she spat into his face.

“I’ll have you writhing under me in a minute,” he said wiping his face before placing his wand on his nightstand. He pulled her hair. “So tell me. Which one of your buddies did you like having in you more?”

Hermione’s eyes enlarged. Her breathing quickened and her skin began to flush.

“Was it scar head Potter?!” he said as he narrowed his eyes at her. He let go of her hair. He pulled her thighs apart. She took in sharp breath. “Or was it the redhead Weasley?!”

He looked straight into her eyes; tears flowed slightly. She tried to blink them away.

“Or was it the foreigner’s tongue that pleasured you, huh? Was it the Bulgarian Krum?!” he asked paying no attention to her tears. He ran his hand down her midsection. Her breath caught in her throat.

“By the end of tonight, the answer to that question will be me,” he said.

“Draco, wait,” she pleaded.

He ignored her as he thrust into her. She cried out. Draco was stunned for a moment. Then he narrowed his eyes at her again. He thrust deeper into her. She pulled at her restraints again.

“You’re a virgin,” he said as he saw the trail of blood flow down the inside of her thigh. She took another quick breath as she looked up at him before shutting her eyes.

He didn’t know what came over him. The idea of being the one to deflower the Gryffindor Lioness was intoxicating. He grabbed his wand and released her binds.

He grabbed onto her wrists. She wailed in pain. He held her down as he thrust into her, disregarding her pleas for him to stop.

* * *

It was ten minutes to one when he finally collapsed on her, exhausted. He kissed her neck. She whimpered. He pushed up off her. He squeezed her chin forcing her to look at him.

“I own you,” he said as he pulled out of her. She took in a choked breath. “You belong to me.”

He lay next to her. She turned away from him, looking towards the balcony entrance, the moon light streaming in. She trembled. Her eyes fluttered.

“I belong to no one,” she cried softly, “Least of all you.”

He gritted his teeth. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the liquid substance; her blood and fluids mixed with his own semen. He fondled her for a moment until he heard a moan escape her lips. His hand coursed over her midsection leaving a trail of blood. He pulled her into his body.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into the back of her neck before allowing himself to succumb to sleep.