How to Marry a Wizard

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Chapter 2 - Ruin Something He Loves

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Draco sighed as he stretched in the morning, grinning as he saw the purse sitting on the nightstand.

She had to like him a lot.

He took the purse and checked it for jinxes. There weren't any.

He looked through the contents of the purse to see if there was an address he could send it to, when he saw to pieces of shiny paper.

He gasped. Tickets! To tonight's Quidditch game! They were deciding who would play for England in the upcoming World Cup.

And those were VIP seats. Ones he could've not gotten his hands on this week. Was she really working for Quidditch Illustrated?

He groaned. She needed to get a Floo call! Today. She was taking him! She just didn't know it yet.

There was no way she'd refuse. He just had to find out the address of her work floo.

Damn his father for taking away his VIP box for Quidditch matches. After all, it wasn't his fault that he didn't quite like any witch well enough to settle.

He needed to send her a wonderful display of presents too. White lilies had always been sent to her every year around Easter and Valentines at school...those were probably her favorites. And maybe mixing in some blue irises.

She would also like some Belgian chocolates, he thought. Should he first floo and then send the presents or first the presents? Draco tapped his chin...perhaps Father would know. He always knew how to claim mother.

Draco dressed for work and then flooed Father. This was a matter of high importance so it needed to be discussed in private.

"Father," Draco called, ignoring the secretary and walking into his father's office.

Lucius' head hung back over the edge of his chair. He moaned for a second.

"Father," Draco asked.

Lucius' head snapped up.

"What do you need, Draco?" he asked, biting back a moan.

“What's wrong?” Draco asked, looking confused.

"Nothing is wrong, except your lack of ability to knock before entering a room."

“Why should've I knocked?” Draco asked.

"Never-mind," Lucius said, shifting a little in his chair. "What can I do for you?"

“I need advice!”

"Sdvice?" Lucius asked. "I thought you could have any girl you wanted in love with you in two weeks?"

"Are you going to help me make a grandson for Mother or not?"

“Well what is the dilemma?” Lucius asked, shifting in his chair. “Don't tell me she's a prude bookworm.”

"It's Hermione Granger that you picked for me," Draco drawled plopping in a chair. "Bookworm, she may be, but prude, I think not." He shivered a little remembering her kiss the night before.

“Did you sleep with her?”

"No," Draco said. "I want to show her that I respect her."

“That's news from you,” Lucius said surprised.

"She wanted it," Draco said. "She straddled me."

“And you did nothing? My, my,” Lucius laughed.

“Why don't you get up and sit on the couch with me, Father?”

"I'm quite comfortable as I am," Lucius said.

“Do you have a woman under your desk?”

"Why would you think that?" Lucius asked.

"Does Mother know about your hobbies?" Draco asked, rising to his feet.

"I think she knows," Narcissa said, crawling from under the desk.

"Disgusting!" Draco said, grimacing.

“Now son, it's nothing you haven't gotten done to you,” Lucius said as Narcissa slipped into his lap.

“What was your question?” Lucius asked and kissed his wife.

"Do you two mind?" Draco said, "You're my parents."

“How do you think you were made, honey?” Narcissa asked.

"I was owl ordered," Draco said.

"I made you," Narcissa declared, rubbing her stomach, "in here."

"This isn't helping me," Draco whined. "I came for advice and find Father getting head."

“So I wondered if I should send her presents first or floo first?”

"Presents," Narcissa said. "As soon as she sees the presents that are for her, call her by magic mirror." Narcissa took out a silver mirror and handed it to the boy.

“How does the mirror work?” he asked.

"It will just allow you to talk or watch whom you desire through any reflective surface near her," Narcissa said.

“That's so sneaky!” Draco cried joyfully.

"However if she has not agreed to speak with you, you won't be able to hear her or see what she is talking about," Narcissa replied.

"What are you waiting for?" Lucius asked. "Go send her something utterly ridiculous like witches enjoy."

“Thank you,” Draco said and left the room.

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"So how did it go?" Ginny asked, "Who's the lucky sucker?"

"You certainly seem chipper," Hermione said.

"Getting laid will do that for you," Ginny responded. "Tell me who you are going to get to dump you within two weeks."

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione answered.

“Oh,” all the girls in the office said.

“What a hunk! How did you catch him?”

"He came to me," Hermione said, smirking at Pansy's red face.

"Look!" a witch shouted pointing to the door.

Five wizards walked into the office then. Four carried flower vases with radiant white lilies and interspersed with dark blue irises. The fifth carried a large stuffed teddy bear and a box of chocolates.

Ginny raced forward and snatched the card from the first bouquet.

“To the most endearing witch in the world,” she read aloud, “Hermione you have captured my admiration.”

Ginny grabbed the next card, "Longing to see you again."

She passed the cards to Hermione.

"His father probably wrote those," Hermione said, tossing them on her desk. "Lucius, if rumor is to be believed, is one romantic wizard."

"Hermione."

Hermione turned around and gasped as she saw Draco's face on the mirror in her office.

"How?" she asked.

“Magic mirrors,” Draco said softly.

"Amazing," Hermione said. "I have an embarrassing display of presents here."

“Well, I wanted to be sure you had a present you liked,” Draco said.

"You shouldn't have," Hermione said. "I was needing to give you a floo call anyway."

"Yes, you left your purse at my place. I'm sure you want it back with all the important things in it...like lipstick, condoms, and quidditch tickets."

“Ah, yes, the Quidditch tickets. I was about to give them to Harry but as he was such an arse recently.”

"Give them away? Hardly, you want to take me to tonight's game," Draco said, leaning back and smiling confidently at her.

"I do?" Hermione asked.

“Yes, you do. Because I am the dashing hunk you always wanted!”

"Is that supposed to wet my knickers or something?" Hermione asked, lifting a cup of tea to block her smile.

“Well, maybe melt your heart,” he said smugly.

"Alright, I'll meet you outside the stadium at six. But now I have to work."

Draco blew her a kiss and stopped the conversation.

"You left the tickets in your purse?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"That is brilliant. It's so good that Viktor is playing and got you those tickets."

“Yes, I will try to make him want to dump me.”

"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked.

"I'll make it up as I go," Hermione said.

Pansy was so angry. Draco had never even answered her owls.

"Well, I better go and find something nice to wear," Hermione said, "I meet the poor guy in a few hours."

Hermione rushed to the clothes vault.

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Draco paced at the gates of the pitch and wondered of she'd come.

Hermione smiled when she saw him standing there, "Hey."

Draco groaned. What was she wearing? It was a quidditch game, and she was wearing something with a delicious view of her cleavage.

"To distract the other team," Hermione said with a laugh. "And possibly the other occupant sharing my box."

“Well I can think that you'd be successful with distracting me,” he said and took her hand.

Hermione smiled, allowing him to lead her up the stairs. She sighed as the door opened to their box revealing a cozy loveseat and a mini bar.

“And I thank you for taking me to the game,” Draco said as he let her sit down.

"Well, Viktor wanted me to come," Hermione said. "We are close friends still."

“Oh really? I didn't know that. Would you like a drink?”

"A chocolate martini?" Hermione asked, arranging herself on the cushions to advertise her smooth legs and large breasts to the wizard.

THE MINX! Draco thought staring at her.

“Right away, dearest,” he said and gulped.

Hermione smiled at him and rearranged the green dress she was wearing pulling it down a little to display a little more of the tops of her breasts, as she watched the teams take off.

Draco mixed her drink with trouble. Minx! Pureblood witches were usually a million times more demure.

Maybe it was the Muggle way of dating?

He walked over to her carrying the Chocolatini and a gin and tonic for himself.

Hermione patted the seat next to her.

Draco sat trying not to think about the busty witch next to him.

Hermione set the drink on the table next to the loveseat and took Draco's arm to lean against him.

“The game's started already,” she murmured, one of her hands working on his thigh.

“The Snitch is the most important thing,” he said huskily.

"I know," Hermione said, wiggling over to lean on his side, displaying her breasts.

Draco bit back a moan and focused his eyes on the rather than the delicious female flesh being displayed by the witch at his side.

“And Viktor always catches the Snitch. It's something even Trelawney can predict.”

She took his hand and put it on her thigh.

Draco gulped. This was hotter than he had ever experienced.

Hermione rested her cheek on his arm.

Draco couldn't concentrate on the game.

He stood up when Viktor went into a dive. The other seeker followed.

Hermione pouted and downed her drink, knowing from looking that Viktor was faking.

“Damn-it, nothing!”

"Of course, he was faking," Hermione said, standing and walking over to the mini bar and bending down to dig around for some rum.

Draco took his eyes away from the game and looked at the luscious bum shown to him.

Hermione reached back and fiddled with the edge of the dress as it rode up.

“There's nothing I fancy in here,” she said and sighed.

"Would you like me to run down and grab you something?" Draco asked, walking toward her.

“I know what I want,” she said as she saw Viktor going for the Snitch for real this time. She grabbed him, pulled him close with one hand in his hair and the other lingering over his crotch and kissed him.

Draco moaned at the soft hand cupping him. What a witch.

Whoosh!

Draco gripped her arse and pulled her close. If she wanted to e a minx, he could treat her like one.

"What are you doing to my friend?" Viktor asked, pulling out his wand and pulling Draco off Hermione. "Did he hurt you, Her-my-own-ninny?"

Draco looked confused at the Quidditch player.

“Aren't you supposed to be playing?” Draco asked snidely.

“I caught it,” Viktor said triumphantly. He opened his palm and revealed the small golden ball.

Hermione grinned.

“I caught it for you,” Viktor said softly.

Draco sighed. He had had something better than seeing the snitch caught.

Hermione giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"We're just friends, Viktor," Hermione said. "You remember, right?"

“The Malfoy is bad news, Her-my-own-ninny,” Viktor said gruffly. “He deserves a beating for kissing you like that.”

"It's fine, Viktor," Hermione said. "I'm a tough witch."

Draco frowned. Why was she paying more attention to the other wizard? No witch had snubbed him like that before. He had always been the center of attention.

“I know you are. When will you go out with me?” Viktor asked.

"Viktor, we're just friends, remember?" Hermione said. "We just don't suit each other."

“You are just afraid that I am not good enough for you,” Viktor said with a grin.

"Have you met Draco?" Hermione asked, walking over to the blond and hugging his arm.

Draco puffed his chest out.

“Oh yes, I have,” Viktor said and glared at the blond.

“You should have better company, Her-my-own-ninny.”

Hermione just laughed.

"Hermione, would you like for me to escort you home now?" Draco asked, glaring at the other wizard.

“I guess I won't come to the afterparty today, Viktor. Congratulations on the win,” she said and kissed his cheek.

Draco bristled a little, even as the witch took his arm. He sneered at Viktor before turning and strutting from the room with her on his arm.

What did the oaf think? Draco was angry.

“Are you alright, Draco?” Hermione asked, her other hand playing with the snitch.

"Fine, I am happy you invited me," he said, but he was stiff as he walked. The witch needed a firm hand applied to her bum and often to remind her...he stopped as he felt his trousers stir. Her bum had been so delightfully rounded and had filled his hands.

“Krum is an internationally known womanizer. You'd better beware,” Draco grumbled.

“Well, you just haven't managed to expand your bed-hopping to international levels, Draco,” she cooed.

Draco wanted to object but he didn't. He had to prove her there was more to him then just primitive behavior.

Hermione giggled sliding a hand down to his bum and squeezing it gently. He had a great arse.

“If anyone ever bothered to get to know, they'd know to me there's a large...” he paused as she continued to fondle his bum.

“Well, I do tend to think that a man is a package deal, after all it comes up to size.”

Hermione whimpered internally before removing her hand.

“And you're welcome to get your hands on me,” Draco added, unfazed that she had mentioned not so subtle signs of attraction.

"Is there anything you would like?" Hermione asked, stepping up to the public floos.

“We should go for dinner. And I shall take you shopping in the weekend.”

"I'll think about it," Hermione said, stepping through the floo.

Draco cursed. She had evaded him again! She was a minx. She needed to be pinned to the mattress and made scream his name.

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Hermione laughed and hugged herself. Now was the time to pull the gradual shift. She giggled at the thought of bringing in a friend to help with her plan. She stuck her head into the floo calling Harry. He was an auror and could surely find a reason to go and excute a search of Malfoy's office. And give him a pointer to take Hermione to Shakespeare in the Park.

After all Harry owed her big time for putting up with Ginny's break up woes.

"Harry!"

Harry jumped dropping his butterbeer.

“Herms, what's up?”

"I need a favor," she said, grinning at him.

“Anything,” Harry said. “Nice dress, by the way.”

"I want you to search Draco's office tomorrow."

“That wouldn't be too easy to do,” Harry said thoughtful. “I need a damn good reason.”

"Two nights ago, I saw illegal lust potions being used at the Lord Googoo bash. As he is in charge, you could think it had to do with him...and besides you are Harry Potter, mighty vanquisher of Dark Lords. I doubt the judge would deny your petition."

“Alright, all the things I do for you, Hermione. You'll have to do something with me then. I want dinner but don't fancy cooking and eating alone is boring.”

"I can do a fancy carry out pizza," Hermione said. "You know my skills at cooking are unmatched at burning food."

“Blegh, I am sick of pizza. Let's go out to dinner. You're dressed for that already.”

"Fine, but we are going to the Muggle world!" Hermione said. "What sounds good?"

“I think a nice Chinese would be brilliant.”

"Sounds great," Hermione said, stepping fully through.

“Are you out for the kill, Hermione?”

"No, just a little harmless cock torturing," Hermione said, "You think he liked it?" She turned slowly.

“Oh I bet he did.”

"I was also hoping to hit you up for ideas of what I could begin to do...my editor didn't like the article I wrote about Centaurs. So instead, I am writing what she has titled: 'How to lose a wizard in two weeks.' Some more trite shit piled on to the rest of the articles I've been forced to write."

“Well, have you tried to introduce pets yet? Now, Ginny had half a dozen Chihuahua puppies...”

"That would be good for a little later," Hermione said, staring around at Harry's new decor, which included a pink throw on the sofa and a picture of Ginny waving at him from a heart shaped frame. "I like your teddy bears."

“Geez, thanks, am wondering how to dispose of them.”

"I think my victim may appreciate them," Hermione said.

"Who is poor, unlucky sod anyway?" Harry asked, as they left his apartment walking toward the tube.

“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said with a smirk.

"Is that why you want me to search him?"

"Well, that and I was hoping you would be willing to do more..." Hermione proceeded to explain the whole plan to him.

"Looking forward to it, Herms," Harry said, grinning and rubbing his hands together.

"No wonder the sorting hat thought you would be suited to Slytherin house."

“Well, I'm always up for fun,” Harry said.

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That was Chapter 2. Please Drop a review. Chapter 3 coming up!

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