When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Reviewers:

Panther Eyes - Would never make Severus look as gullible as Lucius and Narcissa. But who wants to believe that their child is a wicked little liar? Hermione shall do her best to lay a world of hurt up and down his backside when she is herself. Puppy Draco will be alright in the end! If only he had picked the name of a nice dog...*sighs* Well, I needed a challenge in my life!

Moon Goddess - I am perfectly serious about it.

PersephoneBlck - The wait is over!

luna love - You want to hurt Draco? What did he ever do, but be a pain in the butt to Hermione?

Fallen Star - All Draco's are bad.

margaritama - I think I might have to give you a hug. I love Oscar Wilde. He was a genius. I hope that it continues to inspire laughter.

scarletwitchextreme - Draco is a delight. I like to try to update quickly when I can. I find that people like it best that way. And I know how they feel. Who wants to wait ages and ages to continue reading something that they like? Hermione will hopefully deliver to your expectations!

SarahWhitman - Snape rules. SNUPIN RULES TOO! Draco is Slytherin. If he was gentle and sweet, would we love him half so much?

Citten - Draco is dramatic. Wonder what Hermione will do to get back at him. I plan for it to be longish. Not sure how long.
Draco (puppy) is great. I love him. I had choice words for the situation as well. But it all worked out. It wasn't too horrible. The next chapter is here. I love collies! They are great. He was a pound puppy. If you want to see pics of him, I am obsessed with him as a subject, and have put many pictures up online of him on my twitter. http://twitter.com/gammaorionis. Feel free to check him out. Am sad that I didn't have a camera this morning, to capture his meeting with a crayfish!

Gryffindor_Slytherin - Would we want a Slytherin to ever not use a situation to their advantage?

Coipje - Does she come off as too love sick? A little bit I guess.

nonentity - Dracos are all naughty. Don't worry about sympathy. I was quite sour about the situation when I discovered it. Severus is very nonplussed by the whole situation, isn't he? He will be okay.

linmo - Will do! Hope that more hilarity can ensue!

lemonade - I loved the constructive crit. It is always nice to have someone point out what I can do better! Lots of the details you were wanting will be revealed soon. I wanted to start kind of in the middle as the past can be revealed as it flows. (WIth any luck) *fingers crossed*

angeles - It may get slightly darker, but overall will remain light and humorous. I like funny.

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Chapter 3 - The Malfoy Family Tradition

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Hermione wriggled in the warmth of the bed covers. She reached out wrapping her arms around the pillar of heat next to her. She whimpered and dug her fingers into it.

“Oh Severus,” she murmured happily as she inhaled the warm masculine scent next to her.

"It's your Prince Charming," Draco whispered and he kissed her forehead.

This was how he was meant to wake up. She would get around to loving him. He just needed to make love to her soon and impregnate her for real. Then they'd live happily ever after.

Hermione's eyes opened slowly. That wasn't Severus' voice. What dog was in her bed?

Draco kissed her lips gently.

Hermione gasped and shoved at him.

Draco growled as he shifted so he was on top of her pinning her wrists to the bed.

“Morning, Love,” he whispered huskily. His body was very awake and his cock was up and ready for attention.

"Get off me, you bastard. What? You send your mother to do your dirty work? Not man enough to kill me yourself?" Hermione said, wiggling against him.

“Don't wiggle,” he warned her as he gasped and tried to think of something disgusting. Flobberworms. “And no, I did not want to kill you. Your allergy attack was unfortunate. Mother really likes you and is worried about you very much.”

“Let go of me, Malfoy. Why did they make me your love slave?” she asked, tears falling from her eyes.

Draco growled. She should stop wiggling, as it felt too delicious. She would make him embarrass himself as he was dead sure he would come any moment.

"You aren't going to be a love slave," Draco whispered, brushing his lips against her ear, "except on special occasions. You will be my wife."

"Never," Hermione said. "What did you give me?"

“Nothing. Severus administered an Epi-potion. The stress of it all wearied you. I took care of you after.”

"Get off me. I want to go home," Hermione said, wiggling against him more.

Draco groaned and tried not to think that he finally had Hermione wiggling under him.

“Love, you are getting me off here,” he whispered, stifling a moan and forcing himself not to grind against her.

He moaned and tried not to think of how her breasts looked when he had changed her into the chemise his mother had sent up for his fiancée. He had lovingly undressed the sleeping woman. He gasped and bit his tongue. He wouldn't come in his pants as he had when changing her the night before. It was too embarrassing.

"Gross," Hermione said, finally freeing a hand. "I want to go home."

Whap!

Draco collapsed on top of her.

"Get off me, Perv!" Hermione said, wiggling from under him.

It was always her that was wrong, but now it was him. If it was Severus, everything would have been perfect.

Draco tried to cling to her. He rubbed his nose against her neck and kissed lightly at her jaw.

“Don't be so angry at me, Love. I'm a Malfoy. I always get what I want. You’ve just made it very difficult for me,” Draco whispered. "I'll be good to you."

"Let go of me," Hermione said, still wiggling. "I don't want to be with you."

“But I want to be with you. You will see how right we are for each other.”

Hermione spit in his face.

Draco's face reddened, but he didn't have time to respond as a knocking interrupted them.

Lucius walked into the room without more than that. Narcissa was at his side.

He didn't seem very disturbed by the sight in front of him. Narcissa was sporting a slight blush.

Draco changed his position so that he was just holding her close. Hermione took her chance and swung a hand at his face. It connected and knocked him away long enough for her to fall from the bed.

“You are a pig, Draco!” she said, shifting back till she hit the wall.

Draco did not hear her scream as he stared at the cleavage being displayed. He wanted to bury his face in them.

“Hermione, maybe a little bit more rest would be good?” Narcissa asked gently. “Seeing as to your special condition...”

"I want to go home. I don't want to be here," Hermione said, climbing to her feet. It was only when she moved to adjust her clothing that she noticed the mid-thigh length chemise she was wearing.

“Where did I get this?” she asked, scowling.

"I wanted you to have something comfortable to sleep in, my Love," Draco said, not wanting to exit the bed.

“Who changed me into this?”

"I assume your elf did, my Dear," Narcissa said, walking over and hugging her. She gave her son a hard look.

Hermione politely wiggled free of the woman.

“Actually, I changed her,” Draco said smugly, and he stretched like a cat. “I can care for my fiancee.”

“You little dirty bastard!” Hermione yelled and jumped onto the bed to straddle him. "Where is my wand when I need it?"

Draco smirked happily as Hermione tried to hit him.

Lucius growled and decided to take charge. He walked over and lifted Hermione off his son.

Draco whimpered at the loss.

"She wasn't hurting me."

“Miss Granger, why don't you go with my wife to pick something suitable to wear for breakfast?”

"I'd rather eat from a pig's trough than in the same room as that!" Hermione said, pointing at Draco.

“Come with me, Sweetie! I am sure we will find you something to wear!” Narcissa said cheerfully and took Hermione's hand. Hermione decided that it was better to follow the older witch. She could give her the slip and escape.

Draco sighed and watched Hermione's bottom shift as she was led from the room by his mother.

"Well, don't lay there like a lump, Boy. Get ready for breakfast."

Draco sighed again. Orgasms were so much nicer when caused by his witch's presence.

“Stop daydreaming, boy. It's obvious that your witch is very much against you.”

"She is confused," Draco said, trying to look dignified as he rose from the bed with come staining his boxers.

Lucius looked away. He well remembered how immature he had been at Draco's age.

"She will love me, Father," Draco said, walking toward the bathroom.

Lucius decided not to comment. The young couple did have a lot of passion so thy would eventually admit it to each other.

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Hermione stared at Narcissa. She didn't want to try on any robes!

Narcissa smiled holding out a simple wine purple dress with a grapevine border around the bottom of it.

“What do you think of this one?” she asked.

Hermione just huffed.

“We can go shopping after breakfast! It will be so much fun! Draco's first girlfriend...I thought he'd tell me he was into boys!”

"I have to go to work," Hermione said, looking at the very friendly witch. "And Draco is definitely not into boys. He has been harassing me for months. I should have filed a lawsuit against him."

Hermione sat down on the padded bench in the enormous closet.

“But he has never so much mentioned his interest in a witch, but always spoke highly of you.”

Narcissa picked up an emerald green dress.

“Your hearing is in three hours. But if you can accept Draco out of court we can go shopping instead,” Narcissa offered.

"I will never accept that obsequious guttersnipe for a husband," Hermione declared, crossing her arms and turning away from the other witch. "He will die a pauper for smearing my name!"

“Oh, Honey, you know I didn't like Lucius initially either. I thought he was obnoxious, and the fact that he kept on hexing every wizard who dared to talk to me was annoying at first, but then, when I understood his feelings and what he would do for a witch that he loved..."

"I hate your son. He is nasty and hateful. He only takes pleasure in other people's pain. Hence, the reason I am here," Hermione said, "He is useless, pathetic, and spoiled. He thinks the world should willingly be laid at his feet and that every witch thinks he is just the most adorable creature and is dying to get in bed with him. He isn't that cute, and not every witch wants him."

“He is a little spoiled, because I couldn't have any more children, but he is a good boy deep down. I remember that he would always talk about you in holidays. And talk in good terms, actually...”

"I want to go home," Hermione said, and she stood up and stalked out of the room.

“No, you will come and get dressed,” Narcissa said sternly and led Hermione back into the room. “I was very emotional during my pregnancy too, and I completely understand hoe you feel, Honey.”

“I am not pregnant!” Hermione said, and tears fell from her eyes. "The court will prove that today, and then I will get his arse fired!"

Narcissa took her in her arms and held her.

"It's alright," she whispered stroking the other witch's hair.

"I will not marry Draco Wanker Malfoy," Hermione said. "I will not stay here for breakfast. He is a contemptible sewer-rat!"

“He's a good boy. He loves you. I know it's so difficult to accept that you are pregnant, but a baby is a wonderful thing. Our family has all means to support you and all children you and Draco decide to have,” Narcissa soothed the young witch.

Hermione knew that she was being mean to the blonde witch. Draco's mother surely had no idea how devious her son had turned out.

"I will not sit next to him. I am not and will not EVER carry whatever vermin he spawns. I think his should be cut off!"

“Why don't you pick a dress, Honey? I think you will feel better when you are fully dressed.”

Hermione faced Narcissa with down-turned eyes.

"Do you have anything black?" Hermione asked, looking at all the brightly colored robes and dresses.

“No, I don't. But why don't you try on this royal blue one?”

Hermione shook her head. "The whole wizarding world thinks me a whore thanks to your son. I should wear scarlet to match their expectations. But my name will be cleared, and I hope your son gets a nice little kiss from the dementors."

"Darling, they don't let dementors kiss men who impregnate women.” Narcissa sighed. The young witch would come to her senses soon.

Hermione chose the brightest red robe in the closet. It had a border in bright red and gold sequence that glittered as she walked. Her name would be cleared and then it would just be seen as House pride.

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Draco checked his appearance in the mirror again and again. Did he look good enough?

He looked quite smart in his formal red auror robes.

The court would grant their betrothal. He had no doubt in that. And then he would make sure she was with baby as soon as possible. Gods, he couldn't wait to have her.

Draco breathed out and checked to be sure that two strands of his hair hung in his face. Girls loved when he did that. He walked out of the room a moment later and sneaked toward his mother's room.

He wanted Hermione to move in with him. Maybe he could get the court to do that for him. It would be so much fun to have her here.

He raised a hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Baby," his mother's voice called.

Hermione scowled. She didn't want to see Draco.

Draco strode into the room. He smiled when he saw Hermione sitting there dressed in red. They were matching!

“You look gorgeous, Love!” He said and hugged her.

"Get off me," Hermione said, and she stomped on his foot.

Draco winced but didn't let Hermione go.

“I love you,” he murmured and leaned in for a kiss.

Hermione was dumbfounded, so Draco managed a tiny kiss.

“You both look gorgeous!” Narcissa cooed.

"The only woman who will ever love you is your mother," Hermione sniped.

Narcissa linked arms with Hermione.

Draco just smiled at her.

“Then we can start planning the wedding! I can't believe my baby is getting married!”

"Who's the unfortunate woman?" Hermione asked, looking at the whispering portraits who smiled at them.

"Isn't that the way?" one witch asked, smiling at her as her cheek rested on the shoulder of a blond wizard who was grinning at her like an idiot.

“Who are these people?” Hermione asked, her bookworm self winning her over.

"They are all the generations of Malfoys," Draco said, gesturing to them all. "We will have our own portrait commissioned as soon as we set the wedding date."

"Are you deaf, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. “There will be no wedding!”

“Oh, isn't she behaving just like I did, Julius?” A beautiful woman asked her blond husband. "Granted that the spell you cast on me was horrible. My parents were furious with me and had me marry you quickly enough! But that was the way things were done in our day. Look at them."

Julius didn't say anything, just stared at the pretty woman and smiled when she kissed his cheek.

“I had the same trouble!” another blond man exclaimed. “Lenore said she would severe my family jewels if I ever kissed her again.”

Lenore giggled and combed her husband's shoulder length hair with her fingers.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“And I only said it because I knew if you kissed me again I would give in,” Lenore giggled.

“Hands up boys who had trouble getting their witch to marry them!” another blond man announced with a grin.

Each blond man in the portraits put their hand up.

"I think I will puke," Hermione said, looking at all the men. "These poor women are stoned on Amortentia."

“It's just Malfoy tradition, if you will,” Narcissa added. “The most coveted bride is often the trickiest to get.”

"Well, I am not to be had by the likes of such a little piece of hippogriff flop," Hermione said.

“I won't need Amortentia for you, Love. You already adore me,” Draco said smugly and put his hand on the small of her back.

Hermione grinned and swung her hand back to hit Draco's inner thigh.

“Now Love, behave. I know you adore my bit tremendously.”

"You know, you aren't the most gorgeous man to walk the planet," Hermione said. "Besides, I'm interested in a different wizard. You should just give up."

“You are wrong. Witch Weekly voted me Sexiest Man Alive. Playwitch wanted me to pose nude.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Don't you own those magazines?"

Draco didn't wish to answer that so added on to the other statements, “And even the American Playwitch offered me anything I want if I posed nude.”

“Oh please,” Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes as they entered the breakfast room.

Lucius stood when he saw his wife enter the room, he pulled out a chair for her and kissed her cheek as she sat down.

Draco pulled out a chair for Hermione and waited for her to sit down.

"I will hurt you if you touch me, Pig," Hermione said, approaching him slowly.

“Love, maybe you can think of a new nickname for me? What about ‘sweetie?’”

"What about Schweinhund?" Hermione asked, sitting down in the chair next to Narcissa.

“That won't work. You can call me Sugar instead.”

Hermione didn't say anything to that.

Draco leaned down close to her ear.

"I would like to kiss your cheek, my Love," he whispered, touching a tendril of her hair.

She felt warmth rise in her. Why was it nice to have him near her?

"You aren't allowed to touch me. Maybe I should have Mimi remove the garbage from this room," Hermione tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“I love how feisty you are, Love. I will love to make love to you every night,” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione plucked up the fork and attempted to stab it back into Draco's thigh.

"It's time to eat," Lucius said, watching as his son leapt away from Hermione.

Hermione pretended that nothing had happened.

Lucius smirked. His son had picked a very feisty witch for sure. But that was good. Draco needed a challenge. He was used to everything being easy. He needed to learn that some things for which he had to fight.

Draco grinned widely even as he felt a little warm blood on his thigh.

He would definitely ask for her immediate move to the manor.

Hermione just picked at the eggs Florentine and scone in front of her. She raised her glass of pumpkin juice several times, but never took a drink.

“Is the food not to your liking, Miss Granger?” Lucius asked, setting his own fork down. “I’m sure that the elves would be happy to make something else for you.”

"I don't care to eat with the pig," Hermione said, nodding to Draco.

“Oh Honey, you're just nervous about the hearing, aren't you?” Narcissa asked, spilling a few drops of her tea in the saucer as she set it down.

"I'm not pregnant," Hermione said, slamming her fork down. "I'm not nervous. I'm contemplating how to celebrate the pig being fired."

"Oh Hermione, you will move in with us today, won't you?" Draco asked, looking at her happily. "You will make me the happiest man alive."

“You will move into Azkaban, Ferret.”

"I thought we decided you would call me Sugar," Draco said, sliding a foot out to touch her shin. He stared at her happily and blinked slowly.

“Are you an idiot or what?” Hermione asked angrily.

Draco giggled and stood up. He walked around the table. He dropped to one knee.

"Marry me," Draco said, holding the ring out to her.

“If you turn into a bouncy white ferret, I'd still say no!”

Draco took her hands and kissed them all over.

“Please Love?” he begged.

"Get used to disappointment," Hermione said, pulling her hands out of his.

In a swish of red, Draco transformed into his animagus. A white fluffy ferret. The ferret bounced in her lap and the little wet nose poked her cheek.

Hermione quickly tapped her water goblet and transfigured it into a cage. She opened the door and flung it into the cage shutting the door with satisfaction. The ferret whimpered in the cage. Hermione set the cage on the floor under the table and began to eat her breakfast.

Lucius and Narcissa just smiled and allowed her to have her satisfaction.

However, when breakfast was finished, Lucius summoned the cage and released Draco.

"I was going to take him to court as a ferret," Hermione said with a frown.

Hermione ignored him as she walked from the room. She had to get to the Ministry for a hearing thanks to the nasty little animal who deserved to still be caged.

Draco apparated to be at her side, “Reconsider? If you accept, we don't need to go to the hearing.”

"I told you, I will never marry you. I don't like you one bit."

“You like me. Didn't you feel how happy I was to see you this morning?”

"I don't. I want a different man. And you must know this. Boys only want toys that other boys have."

“That other man wants someone else,” Draco said, trying to put a hand on her arm.

"That was weak, Malfoy. Now thanks to you, I have to miss work for this stupid hearing. Everyoneow what a little liar you are!"

“I never lie. I am an auror!”

"You are a liar. I've never had sex with you, and I never will," Hermione said, stomping on his foot before walking to the hearth.

He ran to her.

“Oh, you will have sex with me and beg me for more. You will have sex with me several times each day in fact.”

"Do you want me to puke," Hermione asked, and she apparated away not realizing that Draco was still holding her.

Draco gasped as he was tugged along.

They stared up at the door to courtroom thirteen.

"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, please come in."

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Well, I hope you all enjoyed it. If you are interested in seeing the menace who kept you from the story, check out my pictures as posted on twitter: http://twitter.com/gammaorionis

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