What A Malfoy Wants

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A/N: Okay, my lovely readers. Here it is as promised, Chapter 2. Thank you for the reviews for the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this next installment. Thank you firstsecond for letting me continue this story where you left off. I hope I don’t disappoint. Now, on with the story.

What A Malfoy Wants

Chapter 2

Hermione awoke groggily, her eyes blurred with sleep. ‘What happened?’ she thought confusedly. The last thing she remembered was taking the potion that Scorpius had offered her. It must have had a dose of dreamless sleep potion mixed in with it as well. ‘That’s funny,’ she mused to herself. ‘I didn’t detect it by smell or taste.’ It was a very disconcerting thought that Scorpius was able to brew a potion that she couldn’t detect. She was a potion’s mistress after all. But it really shouldn’t surprise her. Scorpius Malfy was by far the best student that she had in her potion’s classes. But it made perfect sense that he excelled at the subject. If she remembered correctly, it was the only subject that his father had ever came close to beating her in.

Scorpius Malfoy.

Hermione bolted up quickly in the bed as the previous days events came crashing back into her consciousness. She scanned her surroundings carefully. He wasn’t there. She was terrified. She was in his house, Malfoy Manor. She shuddered violently and clutched her head. It still ached fiercely. She massaged the back of her skull gently, wincing when she encountered a large knot. She knew how to heal it but she knew better than to try and heal it herself. Not only was her wand currently missing in action, but she needed to be able to see what she was doing. It was unfortunate that she had never fully mastered wandless magic. Her situation wouldn’t be nearly so dire.

She swung her legs off the bed. She desperately needed to use the loo. She hoped that one of the doors across the room was a bathroom. She stood up very slowly, feeling very dizzy. Gods, her head hurt. She must have hit it much harder than she thought.

She looked down at her now bare legs. Merlin, what was she wearing? It most definitely wasn’t what she was wearing while she was cleaning her classroom before the holidays. She had actually been wearing muggle clothing. Old habits died hard and it was what she felt most comfortable in. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and the jumper that Molly had given her the year before for Christmas. She had just finished straightening up her ingredient closet when Scorpius had stunned her. She hit her head in the fall.

She fingered the material of the nightgown she was wearing. It was very silky, and no doubt, very expensive. And it was way too short to be considered appropriate. Not that the length really mattered. If Scorpius had changed her clothes he had seen all that there was to see.

Bile rose in her throat at the thought and her stomach clenched uncomfortably. The young man was the same age as her own daughter, Rose. She was his mother and father’s age. Eighteen years his senior. What was he thinking? She could admit that she had once had a schoolgirl crush on Remus Lupin. But she would have never acted on it. She admired the man. He had overcome a lot of adversity in his life. He turned into a frightening beast once a month and yet he was still one of the kindest people she knew.

Scorpius seemed infatuated with her. His affection was very dangerous if it had driven him to abduct her from school and bring her to his house. She shivered again as unpleasant memories invaded her mind. After what happened during the war she had never wanted to step foot in Malfoy Manor ever again. Yet here she was. She needed a plan. Without her wand, she was as good as stuck. There had to be something that she could do.

Hermione sighed and crossed the room unsteadily. Grasping the handle of the first door she pulled it open cautiously. The light came on automatically. It was a closet. She saw row after row of slacks, dress shirts, and robes. They must belong to Scorpius. She closed the door.

She walked to the next door. She pulled it open. Another closet, only this one was full of women’s clothing. What in Merlin’s name would Scorpius have a closet full of women’s clothing for? She walked forward peering at the clothing curiously. Some of the items looked suspiciously familiar. She owned quite a few pieces that were identical to these hanging in the closet. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the tag in the jeans she was holding. They were her size. She dropped the jeans and grabbed a blouse of its hanger as comprehension began to dawn on her. It was also her size. Every garment in this closet was her size.

She clasped her hand over her mouth to hold in her scream. This couldn’t be a coincidence. She was horror-struck. Scorpius must have paid very close attention to her to have so many things in this closet that were identical to what she owned. Not only that, but he knew what size she wore. She didn’t want to even know how he found that out.

She backed out of the closet, her legs trembling beneath her. She shut the door and shakily made her way to the next one. She opened it slowly and peered inside, fearful of what she might find next. It was a bathroom but the sight that greeted her made her stomach roll unpleasantly. The room was bathed in soft candlelight. There were rose petals strewn everywhere. A letter addressed to her sat on the pristine, marble countertop.

My dearest Hermione,
I hope you are feeling better. I’ve taken the liberty of drawing you a bath. Don’t worry, the water is charmed to stay heated to the perfect temperature. No doubt, your rotten husband has never drawn you a bath. You deserve to be pampered, my love. Take as long as you like. I’ll have the elves prepare breakfast to be ready when you are done. I’ll see you later.
With love always,
Scorpius


Hermione stared blankly at the bathtub. It was filled to the brim, bubbles heaped high like frothy whitecaps on a raging sea. There were more rose petals floating in the water. A glass of wine sat perched on the edge of the tub.

Scorpius was right that Ron had never done anything like this for her. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t love her as he should. He just wasn’t good at being romantic. It was something that she accepted. It was part of who he was as a person. She loved him regardless.

She looked at the bath again. It did look inviting. She could see wisps of steam rising from the scented water. As much as she wanted a bath she couldn’t bring herself to bathe in the water that Scorpius had drawn for her. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate his gesture. It thrilled her to a point that someone would go so out of their way to show their affection for her. But it was unwanted affection and it gave her the creeps. He was her sixteen year old student. This was simply beyond what was appropriate.

She took the glass of wine and dumped it in the sink. There would be no alcohol for her, thank you. She needed a clear head and she couldn’t hold her liquor well. She was also wary of a love or lust potion. If he didn’t get the desired reaction out of her, she wouldn’t put it past him to push her into accepting him. He had already tricked her with the sleeping potion. It was a possibility that he could sneak a love potion on her as well.

Rinsing the sink of the evidence, she turned back to the tub. She drained the water and refilled it again. She did want a bath but she wasn’t using the water that he had drawn for her. She shimmied out of the gown that he had dressed her in. Stepping in the water, Hermione sat and scrubbed herself clean. She paid particular attention to the spots that he had kissed. She wanted to get the feel of his lips off her.

Merlin, she had to get out of here before she went nuts. She needed a plan. She missed her children. She missed her husband. Scorpius said that he had sent him a letter detailing that she had to stay at Hogwarts. She wondered what excuse he had given him. Maybe Ron would check in on her. Then he would realize that she was missing.

No. She couldn’t wait for someone to find out that she was missing. Knowing Ron, he had read the letter and then headed straight to his parents house for the holidays. He was very close to his parents, even at their age. She shook her head slowly. She was on her own.


She drained the tub and wrapped herself in a fluffy, white towel. She wanted to be dressed before he returned. She cursed herself for not bringing clothes with her into the bathroom. What if he was back already? Things were awkward enough without her being nearly naked around him. She opened the door and peered cautiously around the room.

Empty.

She hurried to the closet, ignoring the pain that was still pulsing in her head. She opened the door, rummaging around to look for the clothes that she was wearing back at school. Surely they were in here. She wanted to wear her own clothing and not something that he bought for her. She was so intent on her search that she didn’t hear him come in. She didn’t see him silently appreciating her freshly washed body.

Scorpius couldn’t help himself. Her skin was glistening in the dim light. She smelled so good but she didn’t smell like the scent that he had added to her bath. That was odd. He quirked his eyebrow considering her as she sorted through the clothing. Didn’t she appreciate what he was doing for her? Weren’t any of these things nice enough for her to wear? His eyes darkened as he watched her.

He knew she would be stubborn. That was a well-known personality trait of hers. But he didn’t expect that she would not accept the things that he did for her. He was going to have to correct that immediately.

Striding forward silently, her wrapped his arms around her small body from behind. Hermione shrieked, clearly startled as he caged her in his muscular arms. He inhaled deeply, savoring her unique scent. “Good morning, love. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said huskily, his warm breath caressing her exposed skin.

Goosebumps erupted all over her as terror gripped her with its icy claws. She didn’t hear him enter the closet. Now she was held hostage in his grasp with his face buried in her neck. She trembled as he licked and nipped her sensitive skin. She franticly clutched her towel to her body. She was effectively naked. She could feel his obvious excitement pressed into her back. She swallowed convulsively. This was a very bad position for her to be in.

She cleared her throat. She had to try to talk her way out of this hard spot that she found herself in. “Scorpius, I didn’t hear you come in.” She tried to pull away from him but he tightened his grasp. He wasn’t having it. He had waited long enough for her.

He sucked lightly on her neck, placing his mark on her and savoring her sweet taste at the same time. “Did you enjoy the bath that I prepared for you, love?” he questioned.

She shivered involuntarily as the heat from his mouth on her skin sent chills racing along her flesh. She was horrified at how her body was reacting to his attention. This was wrong. Wrong on so many different levels. She forced herself to calm down and answer him. She needed to keep him appeased while she was in such a compromising position.

“The bath was lovely, Scorpius,” she said evenly.

His nostrils flared in anger. She was lying. She didn’t use the bath that he had provided for her. She didn’t drink the wine he poured for her. He spun her around angrily to face him. Her shock was evident on her pretty face.

“It was lovely, was it?” He backed her up against the wall. Placing his arms on either side of her, he trapped her there. He hated the fear that was in her eyes but she had to understand that what he did was in her best interests. He wouldn’t have her disregarding his love for her. “Tell me then, Hermione,” he breathed. “Why don’t you smell of the soap I placed in your bath? Tell me why I don’t smell wine on your breath? Don’t you appreciate what I do for you?”


His voice cracked in the middle of the last question. He was getting too emotional. Merlin, how he loved her. If she’d only let him in.


Hermione stared back at her star pupil. He knew. She shouldn’t be surprised. He was a Ravenclaw after all. He was obviously intelligent. She just didn’t expect him to notice those minor details. She had to placate him. His eyes had darkened and were simmering with anger. She could see lust swimming in their mercurial depths also. It made her nervous. “Scorpius, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture…”

Her breath caught in mid-sentence as he leaned closer to her face. She clutched her towel even closer as his warm breath cascaded on her face. She was quivering with fear. Things were going from bad to worse.

“Let me tell you something, love,” he drawled darkly, his stormy eyes piercing her soul. “When I give you something or do something for you, you will accept it. You will enjoy it. I know you aren’t used to others doing nice things for you or even thinking about your needs. But those times are over. You’ll never want for anything ever again. The least you could do is appreciate what I do for you.” His eyes softened as he regarded her trembling form. He didn’t want to scare her but it hurt that she didn’t reciprocate his affections. “I love you so much that it hurts. I just wish that you’d let me show you.”

He was too close to her face, his lips mere inches from her own. He trailed his thumb gently down her face and across her cheekbone. Then he cupped her cheek. She had to stop this. She could see the resolve in his eyes. “Scorpius, I know you think that this is love, but…”

His lips cut her off abruptly. The press of his lips was soft yet demanding as he pushed her fully against the wall. Scorpius was almost overpowered with need by the way her soft lips felt against his own. He had waited for so long. He hardened almost to the point of pain as her scent and taste assaulted his senses. She felt so good against him, her soft curves molding into his body perfectly. It was right where she belonged.

Hermione, for her part, was addled. Her brain had all but shut down. She was dressed only in a towel, pressed against a wall in a closet in the house of her former arch enemy, being thoroughly snogged by his son, who also happened to be her student.

His tongue snaked along her bottom lip seeking her permission for entrance. No. She wasn’t doing this. This was wrong. She kept her lips firmly pressed together as she struggled to get out of his hold.

Scorpius tightened his grip and chuckled to himself. She was playing hard to get. What a Malfoy wanted , he got by any means necessary. And he wanted the fiery, little witch in front of him. Her age didn’t bother him, her blood status didn’t bother him, and the fact that she was married didn’t bother him. He thought of it as a bonus. He was going to steal a Weasley’s wife. His father would be so proud.

Scorpius melded his lips to hers and let his hand drift down her side. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch. She wanted him. He could tell. She gasped as he cupped her sex brushing his thumb against her most sensitive spot. He slid his tongue deftly into her mouth, groaning at the sensation. She was perfect in every way. Exquisite.

Hermione was shocked by the turn of events. She stood absolutely still as if she had been petrified all over again while her student kissed her more thoroughly than she had ever been kissed before. It’s not like she could stop him. He had her wand and he was nearly twice her size. That fact didn’t quell the shame that she felt, the feeling that she was cheating on her husband. The fact that her body was responding to his touch.

Scorpius pulled away from her slowly, feeling very pleased with himself when he saw that her lips were swollen from his kisses. He stared into her hooded eyes. They looked like twin pools of molten chocolate. He would make her melt for him. It was only a matter of time. Breathing deeply and getting himself under control once more he said, “Get dressed, love. It’s time for breakfast.”


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