What A Malfoy Wants

sclaimer: Unfortunately, I don’t own anything that remotely belongs to the world of Harry Potter. I do own an awesome autographed photo of Tom Felton. *sigh* I make no money from this story.

A/N: Wow! I’m left speechless by the amount of interest shown in this story. Thanks for the awesome reviews and keep them coming. Sorry about the wait for this chapter. Real life got in the way. My mother has been in the ICU and then there was Easter. I know, excuses, excuses. Anywho, here it is Chapter 3. Enjoy!


Chapter 3


Hermione stayed glued to the closet wall after Scorpius left. She honestly didn’t think that her legs would even hold her weight. They had been reduced to a quivering mass of jelly. She brought her hand to her tingling lips and traced them slowly. What the hell had just happened? Her usually sharp mind felt like it was shrouded in a dense fog. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart.


Merlin, she had just been thoroughly molested by her student. What was she going to do? She had to find a way out of here. Scorpius was getting bolder and far more aggressive with his ‘affections.’ Why couldn’t he see that she wasn’t the slightest bit interested in him? She was thirty-four for Godric’s sakes! She had a husband and two children; she believed herself to be firmly off limits and out-of-bounds when it came to suitors.


She rubbed her forehead tiredly, trying to soothe the ache in her head. She opened her eyes again, formulating a plan. She would take things one step at a time. The first thing she needed to do was get dressed. She didn’t want him anywhere near her while she was in such a state of undress ever again. It made her feel more vulnerable than she already was.


She gave up her quest to find her own clothes and hurriedly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the logo of her favorite muggle band on it: Muse. Another wave of unease washed over her. How on earth did he know so much about her? Just how long had he been watching her? He mentioned something about his third year. That meant for at least three years he had entertained this unhealthy infatuation with her, three years for his obsession to grow completely unchecked.


She shuddered violently and goose bumps erupted on her still trembling body. This was a situation that she wasn’t sure how to deal with. She had faced dementers, death eaters, and even Voldemort himself; but when it came to a sixteen year old boy she was clueless.


If she could get a message to his parents surely they would intercede. She wouldn’t even press charges as long as they let her go. She just wanted to go back to her life; to her kids and Ron. She straightened up and made her way to the door slowly. She had stalled long enough. She definitely didn’t want him to come back in here with her. It was far to easy to corner her in here.


She opened the door and peeked out cautiously. Scorpius was seated at a small table next to the window. She hadn’t noticed it before. He must have transfigured it out of something. She furrowed her brows in worry at the thought. If he had performed that bit of magic she needed to be even more careful. That was not a basic spell and it took a fair bit of power to get it right. If she had her wand it wouldn’t bother her at all. She was confident in her magic. It had saved hers, Harry’s, and Ron’s life many times. Her fingers twitched as she dwelled on the absent slender piece of wood. It was like a piece of her was lost. She had never gone this long without her magic. It was like waking up and realizing your legs were missing. It felt awkward and wrong.


Shaking herself out of her musings, she took a deep breath and exited her momentary sanctuary. Scorpius looked up and smiled broadly at her. He stood up and pulled out her chair.


“There you are, love,” he said. “I was just about to launch a search party. I was afraid that your head was bothering you again. Does it still hurt?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.


Hermione eyed him carefully as she took her seat. “Not as much as before,” she answered finally.


He took his seat across from her and stared at her, the worry evident in his grey eyes. “So it is still hurting you,” he said softly. “Do you want another pain potion? Maybe I should just get my healer…” He was talking more to himself than to her.


Hermione interrupted his rambling. “Mister Malfoy, I’m fine. But I really need to go home. This charade had gone on long enough. We both know that this…” she paused and gestured between the two of them before she finished, “Can‘t happen. It won‘t happen.” Her words were firm. She had, had enough. It was time to bring this boy to his senses.


She watched warily as his eyes darkened in slow increments after her outburst. She had made him angry. She didn’t care, damn it! She wanted to go home. This was crazy. She loved her husband and she most certainly didn’t entertain the thought of leaving him; and definitely not for one of her students.


He fixed his gaze on her so intensely that she flinched in her seat. His eyes looked like they were glowing. “Hermione,” he said, his voice sounding very strained as he fought to maintain his calm exterior. “I told you before to call me Scorpius and I expect you to do so. As for going home, you are home. You won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, my love.”


She stared at him, shocked into silence. Fear thrummed through her body at his dark and domineering tone. He sounded so possessive, like he believed that she already belonged to him. She suppressed a shudder as his eyes flickered hungrily over her body. He looked like he wanted to throw her on the floor and ravage her as he gazed at her expectantly, waiting for her to reply.


She cleared her throat and tried to pacify the unstable young man. “I’m sorry, Scorpius. I forgot. I’m used to calling you the proper way, forgive me.” Inside, she was seething. This was insane. She was apologizing to a sixteen year old boy for not calling him by his first name. How ever had she managed to get herself in such a position?


He smiled at her words and his features brightened. “You are forgiven, love. Just remember, our relationship is an intimate one now and there is no need for us to address each other so formally.”


She looked at him incredulously. She felt like her eyes were going to fall right out of her head. They were not involved in an intimate relationship. They had no other relationship besides one of a professor and her student. He was clearly delusional. This was getting more and more dangerous by the second.


Scorpius sat back, placated for the moment. “Tink,” he called loudly. There was a faint pop and a small creature appeared next to the table.


She bowed low to the floor and said, “What can I’s be doing for young master?”


Scorpius smiled at the small elf, “I need breakfast for two, please.”


The tiny elf trembled with excitement. “I’s will get it, sir. For yous and the missuses.”


She disappeared with another pop. Hermione was inwardly pleased. At least he was kind to his elf. She didn’t look injured and wore a clean pillowcase fashioned into a dress. The elf’s name was somewhat of a surprise. Tink was the name of a fictional muggle character. She was surprised that Draco Malfoy, of all people, would own an elf with a muggle name. He despised all things muggle.


Her face must have betrayed her thoughts. “Something funny, love?” he said arching one pale brow. Merlin, he looked just like his father when he did that.


She wasn’t sure how to answer. She didn’t want to anger him again. She felt like she had to walk on eggshells around him. The littlest thing seemed to ruffle his feathers. “I’m just a little surprised by your elf’s name, Scorpius. That’s all.”


He smiled at her reply and Hermione breathed an inward sigh of relief. Situation diffused, for now. “I went through a Peter Pan phase when I was little. We got Tink around the same time. She was my nanny and the name just stuck.”


Tink reappeared suddenly with a tray full of food. Orange juice, scones, and bacon were set on the table alongside a jar of her favorite jam: blueberry. Another jolt of unease fettered through her. It was extremely unsettling that Scorpius seemed to know the tiniest details about her. She doubted that Ron even knew what flavor of jam she preferred. It could have been entirely coincidental but how many people favored blueberry jam? If it was grape, she would have dismissed it as coincidence. But her jam was rare enough that she had to go to a certain store to buy it. Only one store in her town even carried it.


She shuddered delicately as goose bumps spread over her body again. The gesture didn’t escape Scorpius’ keen eyes. “Are you cold, love? Let me get you a jacket. The manor can be very drafty at times.”


He rose from his seat in one swift, fluid motion and strode to the closet. Hermione didn’t bother to stop him. It would only upset him again. Besides, she did feel a little chilled with her wet hair. He returned carrying a black, hooded jacket.


“Here you are, love. I think this will do the trick.” He held out the jacket. He had it spread open and ready for her arms. She reached for it and he stepped back. “Stand up, love. I’ll help you put it on,” he intoned.


She was flabbergasted. Why wouldn’t he just give her the jacket? What was she, two? “Scorpius,” she said reaching for the jacket again. “It really isn’t necess…”


He cut her off cruelly as he growled, “What did we discuss earlier, love? Let me do this. I want to.”


Hermione sucked in a startled breath at the tenor of his voice. It was really frightening. She closed her eyes in defeat and rose from her chair reluctantly. Scorpius swept behind her and helped her arms through the sleeves. She felt like a child again. It was humiliating.


“There,” he murmured, his breath hot against the exposed flesh of her neck. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. He inhaled deeply, “You smell so good, like honeysuckles and vanilla.”


Hermione stood frozen, as she felt his arousal press into her back. She was afraid if she moved, she would encourage him. She felt his lips descend on her neck and she shivered again. She tried to shift away from the hormonal boy but he tightened his grip, stopping her movement abruptly.


“Why can’t you see how much I love you, desire you?” he growled in her ear, feathering small, light kisses up and down the column of her neck. “We belong with each other. I can feel it.” He sucked lightly on her pulse point and to her immense embarrassment she could feel the wetness begin to pool in her knickers.


‘This is wrong!’ her mind shouted at her. ‘This is your student!’ She felt utterly repulsed by how her body was betraying her. Luckily, her stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly.


Scorpius detached his lips from her neck reluctantly and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin for small favors. Scorpius pulled her chair out once again and said, “ I’m sorry, love. I got carried away. You are just too tempting for your own good.”


He resumed his spot across from her and smirked inwardly when he saw how flushed she was. He knew that she wanted him. She was just being stubborn. She would give in soon enough. He was nothing if not patient. He eyed her neck with pride. His bites were already starting to bruise, effectively marking her as his.


He took the pitcher of orange juice and poured her a glass and then one for himself. He placed some bacon and a scone on her plate. Then he served himself. He dug in and watched as his witch looked at her food hesitantly. She was doing it again. He stopped eating as his anger flared once more.


“Is something wrong, love?” he asked innocently.


She looked up from her plate, startled. She didn’t know he was watching her. What was she going to tell him? No matter what she said, it was going to make him angry again. Fear was written all over her lovely features. “No, it’s…. I…” she stammered.


“It’s not poisoned, you know. I would never hurt you, love. I had Tink get all your favorites,” he growled angrily.


Hermione rushed to soothe him before he lost control. “I appreciate that, Scorpius, it’s just….”


He cut her off, “Then, what’s the problem?” he exclaimed, hitting the table with his fist to emphasize his point. “I know you are hungry. Don’t bother trying to lie to me.”


Her shoulders sagged in defeat. She might as well tell him. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “I’m afraid that you’ll give me a love potion, that you’ll take away my choice.”


Scorpius sucked in a deep breath at her admission. Did she really believe that he was so callous and cruel? He scooted away from the table and knelt by her side. Hermione flinched in her seat when he pulled her chair to face him. She had her eyes glued to the floor as she trembled softly.


He tilted her chin gently so he could look her in the eye. Hermione stubbornly kept her eyes adverted. He sighed deeply. “Look at me, Hermione.”


She let out her breath slowly and reluctantly obeyed his command. She was stunned by the hurt that was swimming in his pale eyes. His eyes held hers for a moment. She felt like she was drowning in molten pools of silver. His eyes were glowing slightly again. Why did they do that? It was different than anything that she had ever seen. Maybe it was his magic manifesting itself. Finally he broke the silence.


“I want you to know, that I would never do that to you. I love you and will do anything for you. Besides, the affects aren’t real. Your love wouldn’t be real and that’s not what I want,” he whispered gently. “I want you; mind, body, and soul. I won’t compromise any of those things with something as foolish as a love potion.”


He took her hand and kissed her palm apologetically. Hermione felt a little better. He could be lying, just to throw her off but she didn’t think so. He looked sincere. There wasn’t much else she could do other than hope that he was being truthful.


“Okay, Scorpius,” she whispered. “Thank you.”


His eyes shined with happiness as he returned to her breakfast. Hermione started on hers as she was quite famished. She hadn’t eaten since her lunch at Hogwarts and she wasn’t sure how long she had been here. She resolved that she would be vigilant when she was served. If she didn’t see Scorpius serve himself from the same dishes then she would be more aware. It made her feel good to have some sort of plan in place. She felt like she had wrestled back a little control over her life.


They finished breakfast in silence. When they were done, Scorpius called for his elf. “Tink.” She appeared with a pop.


“Hows may I’s serve the young master?”


Scorpius smiled at the little elf. “Please clear away the breakfast. I have to be away later. Tink, please be sure Hermione gets some lunch.”


The little creature bobbed excitedly up and down on her heals. “I’s be happy to do it, Master Scorpius.” Then she disappeared with another soft pop.”


Hermione was intrigued. Scorpius was going to be away today. Where was he going? This was her chance. Sensing her questions Scorpius elaborated, “My mother is dragging me Christmas shopping because father refused to go. I’ll spend the day being no more than a glorified house elf. I’d much rather be here with you but mother wouldn’t listen to my protests. Don’t worry, love. Tink will bring you lunch and, if you like, I have a private library at the end of the hall. I know that you have a love for books and I think that there are many things in there that you will like. Just remember, don’t leave this wing. I’d hate for you to accidentally come across those areas that you saw during the war. I know what my Aunt Bellatrix did to you. I don’t want you to have any bad memories dredged up.”


Internally, Hermione was jumping for joy. Scorpius would be gone all day. He wasn’t going to lock her in his room. This was her chance, her opportunity. She wasn’t afraid of any memories that might be triggered from Malfoy Manor. She managed to work at Hogwarts and she had participated in the final battle there. She had watched friends and loved ones die there. She was merely crucioed here.


The only thing that she was worried about was Scorpius’ father, Draco Malfoy. Scorpius said that he wasn’t going on the shopping trip. She wondered if he would be here at the house. She definitely didn’t want to run into him on her way out the door.


Scorpius rose form his seat. “I have to go. Mother will have a conniption if I’m late. I’ll see you later, love.” He trailed his thumb over her cheek and walked out the door.


Hermione exhaled noisily as the door clicked shut. At least he didn’t kiss her again. She’d had enough of his kisses. She paced the floor like a caged animal. It took all of her patience to wait. She wanted to run as far away as she could as fast as she could. As much as she wanted to leave, she wanted to make sure that Pansy and Scorpius were gone.


She managed to wait a half an hour and then she cracked open the door. She peered out cautiously. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she ventured into the hallway. It was empty to her immense relief. She looked left and then right. The hall seemed to stretch forever in both directions. She was reminded of the muggle movie, Labyrinth. The girl in the movie, Sarah, was faced with a similar path when she went to rescue her brother. Shaking her head, she decided to turn left. Worst case scenario, she would run into a dead end and she would turn around.


She walked silently. It was quiet. She could hear the portraits on the wall whispering and muttering. Some openly glared at her. A few even hissed the word, “Mudblood” at her. How a painting could tell she wasn’t a pure blood was beyond her.


She came to the end of the hall and it forked into another long hallway. Why did they need such a big house? It was only Draco, Pansy, and Scorpius. It was ostentatious to have such a big house when there was clearly no need. She looked left and right. She decided that she went left the first time so this time she turned right. She came across a set of stairs. She had ascertained that Scorpius’ room was on the second floor from the view from his room so she descended quietly. She hoped that she wasn’t walking into the dungeon or something.


So far, nothing had looked familiar. Of course, she had only seen a very small portion of the manor the only other time she had been here. But she felt that she should have made some sort of progress by now. This house was a maze. She had begun to feel like it was deliberately confusing her, like it was trying to keep her here.


She wandered for what felt like hours. She was getting more and more desperate. She wanted to cry in frustration. She was so close, but so far. She stopped at the end of yet another hallway. Hadn’t she seen that painting before? She was going in circles. She closed her eyes, fighting the tears that welled up in her eyes. She stood there, breathing heavily, trying to decide what her next move would be when a voice from the past froze her in her tracks.


“Well, well, well…What do we have here?” he said, his deep voice resonated sinisterly. “Fall off the beaten path, Granger? How ever did you manage to find yourself in Malfoy Manor?”


Hermione swallowed thickly as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A sense of cold dread trickled agonizingly slowly through her quaking form. She was defenseless. She turned slowly and came face to face with the cold eyes of her childhood enemy, Draco Malfoy.


End Note: I know, I know. You guys hate me for the cliffy. I’ll try to not leave you hanging for so long this time. I’m not making any promises though. Let me know what you guys think. Loved it, hated it, I always like to hear the thoughts of my readers. Until next time, lovelies. : )