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Hermione made her way through the stares and jeers of the Slytherin students as she crossed their house common room. She hated being in there almost as much as she hated flying, but she would never let on to anyone around her that their taunts could actually sting her wounded pride. Five days ago she wouldn’t have even registered the taunts of one of these inbred horrors, but ever since she had been legally bound to Draco Malfoy without even the option of leaving the magical world behind as an alternative, her emotions had been closer to the surface and her face turned red as all the Slytherins in the room took notice of her.

“I’m surprised the floor didn’t open up just by you stepping in, Granger, much less the portrait letting someone as muddy as you pass through the door!”

“You’d look good in green, love! Black and blue would suit you much better, though.”

“Merlin, would you look at those sucker bites on her neck! I always knew muggle borns were sluts, but I didn’t know they advertised it so loudly. At least have the decency to cover those up.”

“Didn’t your worthless muggle mother teach you any propriety, or is she as much of a whore as you are?”

This last phrase was uttered by Julius Flint and the second the words were out of his mouth Hermione’s wand was out and a blue ripple of power crashed through the room like a large ocean wave, knocking everyone who had uttered an insult her way to the floor. The snickering stopped, but the stares continued, except this time they were looks of awe and fear instead of derision. They hadn’t realized that although she couldn’t turn her wand on Malfoy, he had given her permission to use it while they were in school. She hadn’t even uttered a word and over fifteen students were cautiously picking themselves up as a result of her magical prowess.

“Fifty points from Slytherin for being foul-mouthed, disrespectful, evil little gits,” she growled and continued her way towards the staircase that lead down towards the boys dormitories.

On her way down, she passed a full-length mirror and caught sight of her reflection and it made her shudder. On her neck, there were three hickies, one of them at least two inches diameter and it was an ugly shade of greenish-purple. The other two were smaller and more red looking. Her school uniform had been altered by the house elves at Draco’s bidding and her curves were now very much on display, as were her legs and the circular bite mark on the inside of her right one just above the knee was clearly visible. Thinking of Julius Flint’s comment about her mother made Hermione’s heart twist as she thought of what her parents would say if they saw her now.

Thrusting the image of her parents out of her head, Hermione walked up to the door that had previously been Draco’s. Before she could knock on it, however, Theodore Nott came up behind her and pulling her hair back from her neck, he wrapped it around his fist and used it to tilt her head back to him. Hermione stiffened at the action and she watched as he moved himself closer to push his body up against her curves.

“Well, well, Granger, it looks like Dray has been a little rough on you.” Nott had a very nicely toned body and a face that just bordered on being handsome. He had dark hair and electric blue eyes that were his one outstanding feature. He was neither as handsome nor as powerful in Slytherin as Draco was, but he was nothing to huff at, either.

“Let me go, Nott,” she said in a bland voice. He responded by leaning his head into her neck and inhaling, deeply.

“You even smell fuckable, Granger. You know, just because your future beloved can’t put it in you yet, doesn’t mean someone else can’t. You know he’s been screwing around on you. Why not get back at him and get some Slytherin in you?” He accented this last phrase with a forward thrust of his hips so that she could feel his arousal and then carefully licked the shell of her ear.

“Let go of me and maybe I’ll let you keep your bragging rights,” she ground out, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from him. He wrapped his other arm tightly around her waist and started dragging her backwards.

“My bragging rights would be that for once I got to something before Draco Malfoy did. For the rest of his life he would be using my hand-me-downs. Come on, love, don’t you want to get back at him? I’d be much more gentle than he ever would be and it would be pay back for what he’s done to you this past week.”

As Nott whispered in her ear, Hermione knew that she did want to get back at Malfoy, but not for the reasons he was listing. She wanted to get back at him for the humiliation he caused her everyday in class by treating her like a new broodmare he had just purchased and was now showing off. However, she did not want to stoop to sleeping with Theodore Nott to get back at him. That would do nothing but make Draco angry and then she would have to live with the fact that she had slept with not one, but two Slytherins she hated. She was about to tell him off again when she felt his body go stiff and fall backwards. Looking up, she saw Draco Malfoy’s angry face in the doorway and at that moment she was very strongly reminded of the fact that he was Lucius’ son.

Not even looking at her, he crooked his finger at her and she stepped over to his side. He pulled her against him and kept his wand arm trained on Nott who was still lying on the ground.

“If there’s one thing you should have learned in all your years at Hogwarts, Nott, it’s that Malfoys always get what they want and that we don’t accept damaged property. The family motto is ‘To have and to hold’. That means we take very good care of what we have and if you ever try to touch what’s mine again, I’ll make certain that the Nott line ends with you.” Turning with a flourish, he dragged Hermione into the Slytherin dormitory that housed his former bed and as he closed the door, she saw that they were joined by Blaise Zabini and Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle were playing a game of poker and stuffing their faces with sticky sweets from a bowl between them. All in all, it was a very calm scene considering Hermione felt she was in the belly of the beast.

Looking at Draco, she cleared her throat and said, “Thank you.”

He took her by the hand brought her to the bed, forcing her to sit while he stood. He looked at her coldly for a moment and to anyone else they would think his demeanor was calm and disinterested. Hermione knew better. She was still surprised, however by the hand he shoved in between her legs to finger her folds. When he found her to be dry, he smirked.

“A little worried that someone else might get to your little flower before you do?” Hermione was surprised to hear Goyle speaking so clearly. He never spoke in class and she had always imagined his voice to be the same gruff timbre as Crabbe’s.

“No, she has the good sense to know that Nott would do nothing for her.” Draco continued to stare at her, but he withdrew his hand. He trailed it down her thigh and pressed his thumb in the center of the bite mark on her lower thigh. She wasn’t wearing any knickers, at his behest and it was probably obvious to the entire room’s occupants. Zabini was the only one who had the good grace to pretend that nothing was going on other than the poker game.

“You wanted to see me?” she said, trying to ease her legs closed.

“Yes, my mother wants to meet us in Hogsmeade tomorrow and discuss the wedding details. We’ll be having lunch with her at eleven and you’ll need to get rid of the love bites on your neck, pretty as they are,” he smirked.

Hermione fumed at him. He had been the one to put them there and he had been the one to forbid her to cover them up with either make-up or magic. For the past two days she had dealt with everyone’s looks of pity, amusement or scorn. She felt branded.

“Couldn’t you have waited until this evening when you got back to tell me?” she asked. Had he really forced her to wade through Slytherin just for that?

“No, actually, Blaise has question about your friend Loony,” he said, as he hopped onto the bed and lay down behind her, one arm draped casually around her waist as if they were normal teenagers who were together because they wanted to be and that it was no big deal for her to sitting in the midst of all his friends. She looked up at Blaise expectantly.

“Luna,” he began in his lightly accented voice, “is a half-blood, is she not?” He was staring hungrily at her legs and enviously at Draco’s hand’s resting place on her hip.
“No, both her mother and father were born to magical parents, although she does have muggle heritage. Luna’s mother was born to a pure-blood and a muggle born. Her father’s line goes back for generations.” She added the last part with a small amount of derision in her voice because of Luna’s two parents, her father was definitely the more strange and bumbling of the two. Draco noticed her jab and the hand that had been drawing light circles on her skin suddenly gripped hip painfully tight.

“No matter,” said Blaise. “She’s still eligible for me to marry and I believe she’ll do to satisfy this law.” He looked pointedly from Hermione to Draco. “She is not my first choice, but she is far from my last.”

“You can’t marry her,” Hermione said and suddenly Draco sat up and she hated herself for flinching at his sudden movement.

“Why not?” asked Blaise. “Are you somehow her legal guardian and you plan to deny me her hand?”

“No, you can’t marry her because Neville Longbottom has already purchased her contract.” Draco was no longer on the defensive, but he slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck in what would have looked like a loving caress.

“Maledizione!” Blaise cursed quietly. “Who else is left?”

“I can’t see why you’re upset Blaise. I think you’ve just been rescued from a lifetime of idiotic babble. You’ve always had atrocious taste in women.” Draco was now starting to openly paw at Hermione.

“I look for both brains and beauty,” he said. “It is a woman’s flaws that make her appealing.” Blaise was looking at Hermione hungrily and she was strongly reminded of Draco’s words on the day of their engagement about Zabini’s feelings towards her and how Draco himself was willing to let him watch. She didn’t like the look they were giving one another.

“Crabbe, Goyle, you might want to head on down to dinner,” Draco suggested in a manner that was obviously meant to be obeyed. The two put away their card game and left quietly. Once they were gone, Draco pulled Hermione to him and nibbled a bit on her ear. Then he took off his school jumper and Hermione knew that he wanted her to snog him.

He put one hand under chin and forced her to face him. Licking her lips nervously, she tentatively kissed her fiancé on the lips. He pressed his mouth against hers before slowly licking her bottom lip. When she didn’t open he bit her plump lower lip making her utter a small cry of pain. Once he had gained access to her mouth, Draco tugged her forwards so that she was kneeling on the bed. From there, he picked her up and forced her to straddle him. He lifted her skirt up and gripped her bare waist under it, exposing her rounded thighs and the curve of her hips. Not breaking their kiss, he began to unbutton her school blouse and to caress her breast over the material.

Throughout the entire proceedings, Hermione’s only involvement was the kissing she did. Even if they hadn’t had an audience, unless he specifically told her to do something, she remained impassive. Or rather, she tried to remain impassive. Her greatest humiliation had come the day that this horrid excuse for a human being had been able to make her come. He had no hold over her heart and unlike most girls at Hogwarts she had never secretly fancied him. She wasn’t blind however, and she certainly wasn’t dispassionate prude. The thing that confused her the most was that Draco seemed to be able to bring her to orgasm more quickly after they fought, when she loathed him the most.

Right now, she loathed him because when his mouth left her lips to create yet another hickey on her neck, she looked over and saw Blaise Zabini entranced with what they were doing. Zabini’s arousal was becoming obvious and she felt Draco smirk against her neck. She knew that he was putting on a show for his friend. She was pleased however when Draco only opened the top of her shirt and didn’t completely expose her lower half, keeping her covered. That pleasant surprise ended when Draco moved one finger into her slightly damp channel and pumped it in and out whilst sucking in earnest on her breast. She looked over and saw that Zabini had released his cock from its confines and was now pleasuring himself while he watched the two of them. His dark eyes bore into hers and her hips began to buck forwards when Draco slid his finger over her sweet spot while playing with her clit. She brought her arms up to his shoulders to balance herself as she began to move over his fingers.

Turning away from Blaise, she looked into Draco’s eyes and wished she hadn’t. His grey orbs bore into hers with a mixture of triumph, defiance and longing. She could almost sense that he was displeased with her being turned on by Blaise watching them. However, this was the most gentle he’d ever been during one of their encounters.

By this time, her pussy was positively soaked from his gentle massage and intimate knowledge of her body. It was making obscene wet noises every time he pushed his long finger up into her impossibly tightchannel. She was so close and her breathing was coming out in pants. She could feel Draco’s arousal pressed hard and tight against her inner thigh and she knew that he was extremely aroused and agitated.

“Do you want to taste her?” Draco’s husky voice broke through the room. Blaise, who had quickened his efforts on his own cock nodded and stepped forwards. Draco wiped his first two fingers all over Hermione’s pussy, drenching them in her juices. “Here,” he offered, pulling his hand away from her, just when she was almost there.

“Mm,” Blaise moaned as he licked her juices off of Draco’s fingers. Hermione was both aroused and horrified. The sight of Blaise’s full lips moving over fiancé’s fingers as he enjoyed what was the essence of her was extremely arousing. She was horrified however at her reaction to what had just taken place and even worse was the realization that Blaise, while more polite than Draco, saw her as a possession to be shared.

As Blaise licked Draco’s fingers, he came with a spurt on the floor in front of the bed. Smiling his thanks at Draco, he exited the room. Hermione watched as Draco adjusted his clothing and scourgified the area around them. She took that as her cue to rearrange her clothes. She stepped off the bed and turned towards the door intending to walk out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Draco’s voice rang out imperiously across the room.

“I’m going to dinner and then to the library,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

“I’ll walk with you, then.” Hermione now ate dinner at the Slytherin table. She wasn’t the only one to have been shuffled about. Many girls now ate at different tables from their original house. Draco arranged the bedclothes with his wand before coming to stand next to her. “Did anyone besides Nott touch you?”

Hermione was taken aback by his question. She shook her head and he continued. “It won’t happen again.” He ran his hand under her chin.

“You let Blaise ogle me! How long before you get bored and just go ahead and let him fuck me for your own amusement? None of this would have happened if you hadn’t forced me to wade my way through your common room alone!” She was angry at being used and objectified.

“Nobody will ever touch you, except me, do you understand?” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her towards him, squeezing painfully. By now Hermione was used to the pain and didn’t even flinch. “You are correct about one thing, however. I shouldn’t have left you alone for that long. From now on you’ll just have to come with me wherever I go.”

“What? But I need to do research in the library! I have Head’s duties!” Hermione was horrified at the thought of spending every waking moment with Malfoy. True, she spent a lot of time studying, but lately, she had come to accept that she was more than ready for N.E.W.T.S. but that wasn’t why she stayed in the library for so long. She was researching the marriage laws and trying to find a loophole or figure out a way to have it rescinded. She was also searching for a way to get out of her marriage once it had been officiated. If Malfoy knew he would probably be furious.

“You can get whatever books you need out of the Malfoy family library. I’m sure mother will send them to you. I’ll go with you for your head’s duties. Besides, it will only be six more days until I can finally fuck you and there are various places around the school that I want to make a few good memories of, such as the greenhouse. Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to tell our oldest that he was conceived in the owlery, making it a nice piece of family history.” Malfoy smirked at her sarcastically before grabbing her arm and leading her to dinner.



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