Fairy Tales

“You’re What!”, Hermione screamed. “I don’t think so…have you lost your damn mind? I mean really, Brandon…How stupid are you? Even Ron knows that this is wrong on so many levels!”

He absolutely hated it when she compared him to that red-headed nitwit. “I am neither insane nor possessing any Weasley characteristics at the moment. I am simply doing what I must.”

Really must she be angry? It’s not as if he wanted to attend Draco’s wedding with another on his arm. It was a simple act of survival—honestly, do Gryffindor’s know nothing about survival—does loyalty always have to conquer all? “Look, woman, help me tie this damned thing that Draco insists that I must wear around my neck before I start hexing things…”

“I will do no such thing” Hermione stated as she walked out of the room and onto the landing inside Grimmald Place. Stomping down the stairs, Brandon could hear her muttering obscene things about his date for the evening. Giving up on the bow tie, he followed her into the crowded dining hall.

“What in holy hell is your problem?” he shouted at her.

“My problem, MY PROBLEM is that you are MY boyfriend. You are currently dressing to attend the wedding “of the century” with Sharon McLamair!”

“What? You wanna go? Yes, I could see it now…Yes sir,” Brandon stated very dramatically, “this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger, yes, I know she is friends with the Potter prat that all of my friends and relations are supposed to be delivering to you on a silver platter, no, master, it never dawned on either me or Draco for that matter to deliver her and that in turn would motivate the bloody boy-who-lives-to-be-a-driving-force-of-humiliation-for-you to attempt a rescue. Yes, master, I understand why I have to be punished for being an idiot…while you’re at it, my pop is Severus Snape and he has been a spy for years, oh, you knew that, well…oops! He’s not on your SIDE, let’s kill him too!!!”

Hermione looked at him and huffed. “You didn’t have to be so melodramatic.”

“You don’t understand reason.”

“You are too much of a Slytherin!”

Brandon took a few steps towards her, looked her dead in the face and very softly, in his best, I am doing my dad voice, said “And tell me again why that is a bad thing, Miss Granger.”

She slapped him.

He could not believe it. She hit him. In front of witnesses.

Hermione’s eyes were filling with tears. He looked down at her and dropped his shoulders, “Do you think that I want to go with Sharon? She is the daughter of a death eater, she has this lanky hair that just lays there and her eyes have no expression. Besides that she is not a know-it-all Gryffindor and never, ever does she correct my grammar, facts, or dates. Why would she be any fun?”

“She’s beautiful” Hermione whispered.

Brandon smiled at her. For all her intelligence, she was so insecure. “American’s have a saying, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’, she may be outwardly beautiful, but inside she is very…Picasso”

“Huh” came from most of the crowd that had gathered to watch this fight between two very passionate people. Brandon turned and for the first time noticed exactly how big the crowd was.

“Picasso was a painter, when you studied him from a distance the work was artful and masterful…when you got up close, it was a big old mess” stated Harry. “He is telling the truth, Hermione, sure Sharon is attractive but she has a dark soul and an awful disposition. Besides, you are quite beautiful yourself and as much as I hate to admit that a Snape could be good for you…well, he seems to handle you well.”

“Handle me?!”

“Oy, give up now, mate…she is stubborn” said Ron.

“So”, Brandon said “think that you could fix my tie?”

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Severus Snape was decidedly uncomfortable at pureblood weddings. Really, he did not understand the fascination with white. The tables were white, the chairs white, the bride, groom, attendants, the entire guest list wore white, the floors, the china…really, how—dull. The only splash of color was located inside of the consummation hall where blood red rose petals were scattered throughout the entire room. He hated this room. Taking a seat on the front row, as was his duty to Draco, he let out a sigh of irritation. “Really, Severus, it’s almost over and you can run to the hills and cover yourself in black garb. I know how all this purity must drain you.” Lucius, Severus loved the man as a brother but damn, he was nerve-wracking.

“I am unconcerned with this flamboyant display of, what do you call this--whiteness? It’s truly unbelievable. I am more concerned of getting this ‘show on the road’ as they say. I don’t enjoy watching my students being deflowered. I have to teach this child after the holidays are over.”

Echo was finishing her last year at Hogwarts.

“Yes, well, I do enjoy deflowering, so don’t talk.”

“Lucius, you’re sick.”

“I know. Is it not wonderful?”

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Narcissa and Olivia Dolohov stood with Echo preparing her for the consummation. Her body had been cleansed of all body hair, her wedding gown taken off and the consummation robes put on. They were iridescent white, barely covering anything. Her shoes were heeled crystals, she felt like a muggle princess, well; she would if she had had clothing. Her mother had insisted that her hair be pinned up stating that part of Draco’s ritual was to bring it down.

“She’s lovely, Livvey.”

“Thank you” stated Echo’s mother. “Don’t be nervous child; all of us have done the same.”

Echo took a long look into the mirror. In the past 24 hours, her mother and Draco’s have removed every stitch of hair from her with a charm, moved her bowels to where she thought she would defiantly not ever have to do that again and now, they were telling her that it was wrong to be nervous about losing her virginity in front of every male pureblood that had arrived at the wedding. These people were insane.

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Draco was waiting on the alter that held the plush white bed. How original. He had taken his robe off and was sitting on the edge of the bed with no shoes or socks, tie gone, shirt undone and untucked. He looked amazing. When he noticed her arrive, he stood and walked towards her, she made her way slowly towards him.

They reached one another in the center of the room. Draco took her hands into his and looked into her eyes. He saw her fear. Softly, he whispered, “It’s alright, Little One, I will protect you.”

She gazed into his eyes and knew that he was being honest. Suddenly, she felt better.

As they turned and started towards the bed, Draco pulled her to him in a comforting embrace. Reaching the steps to the alter, they slowly climbed up and he positioned her on the huge mattress. He placed her in the center, sitting with her knees bent upwards, sitting down beside her he ran his fingers up her shin and then down her thigh, “I asked Professor Snape to make a potion for us. It is a simple calming drought but it has a small drop of heightening in it. We do not have to drink it; I was just concerned that this being the first time and in front of witnesses…well, you can decide.” She looked out into the audience, there seemed to be more people here than at the ceremony. Her eyes widened as she finally understood that the men did not watch them wed, they came to see her put on a performance.

“I will take care of you, do not fret.”

“Draco, I think that I would like the potion, however, the next time that we are together, I want it to just be us, how long before it wears off?”

“It is not powerful, an hour two at the most.”

Bringing the potion to her lips she drank, he did the same. After the vials were placed back on the table he leaned in and kissed her. Soft at first, then hungry with passion “May as well get this over with” he said. One hand began to trace her thigh while the other buried itself in her hair, pulling out the pin that held it wrapped and discarding it onto the floor. The potion was taking effect and his inhibitions were lowered but the heightening element was working overtime. His body pulsed with feeling. He deepened the kiss and pressed forward to lean her back down onto the pillows. She was to lay on the flat sheet, for the blood that drained onto the sheet was to be kept as a sacred memento of this day. Opening her gown, he ran his hands then his lips over the breasts that he had already learned to adore. She had slipped her eyes shut in order to feel more clearly. Draco had positioned himself between her and the crowd, showing them only a small part of his new bride. Legs, her legs were lovely, arms, neck (for Brandon), face. Men loved to see the look on a woman’s face as she is experiencing her orgasm., however the parts the he was currently playing with were his and no one else’s. His fingers toyed with her sensitive parts just enough to lubricate her; trouble was she was dripping without too much assistance on his part. He’d have to talk with Uncle Severus about what he did…

Positioning himself at her entrance once again, he slowly started to press forward, stopping when the head of his penis has just fit letting her become accustom to the feel. He looked down at her and touched her cheek…”This will hurt a little, faster is better than slow, I will stop and allow you to get used to the feelings.” She nodded, to anxious to speak. He let out a chuckle and she stared at him, mad that he was laughing. “I’m sorry, love, I am waiting for Uncle Severus to hex me again.” The room started to laugh and Draco pressed forward in one sharp thrust. She yelped, and then moaned. He stayed remarkably still, speaking soft words of comfort to her. Soon, she was relaxing around him and he could start to move. Slowly, he began to rock the pace becoming faster as she started to meet his thrusts.

“Yes, you are tight…”moaned Draco.

She thought that must be a good thing for he kept repeating the phrase, she however, was loosing herself to the flames that were building in her belly. The tension was taking over and she started to come, she tightened up and Draco said “No, relax, let it wash over you, let it take you to the stars and you’ll see bits of pleasures that have never been seen before. Just ride it out.” His words did more for her than he knew; she was coming hard and fast, one after another, over and over until she was screaming in ecstasy. Draco finally allowed himself the rewards of his task, coming inside her, saying her name, not caring who heard.



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I hate weddings, that is why I did not write one. I tend to skip the wedding ceramonies in ff also...sorry guys, I just don\'t like them!