A Father\'s Revenge

This is kinda shorter than usual.. sorry..

BTW, I have had many questions as to by Blaise is a girl and not a boy... in some stories I have read Blaise is a girl and in others a boy.. I chose her because I couldn\'t imagine him getting all sad over Pansy...


The next day, as big as life, was the announcement that Head Girl and Boy, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would be married in a week\'s time at the welcoming feast of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The picture in the center was tasteful enough... a picture they had posed for not even five days earlier. Draco and Hermione faced each other, Draco\'s arms around her waist. Hermione\'s arms were wrapped around his upper torso, her arms just under his. Thier cheeks where pressed together, looking at the camera and smiling happily... well it was more like her cheek was pressed against his jaw. He was so much taller than she was, yet they seemed to fit together perfectly. Hermione\'s hair was up in an elegant frecnch twist, whilst Draco\'s hair was pulled back in a ponypony tail, held by a black ribbon.

Hermione ran the tips of her fingers down the picture of Draco\'s face. She still had so many questions... so many feelings. Everytime she liked her lips, she swore she could still taste his kiss. The thought itself was unnerving. Had she kissed him, or had he kissed her? What did her feelings mean? It was impossible to have feelings for Draco Malfoy, but yet she had them. Was it love? No... not yet at least... but whatever it was, it made her feel horrible. His wife hadn\'t even been dead a year and she was lusting after him. It just didn\'t seem right. But then again, what was right in this situation? The whole thing was so screwed up. They had to lie to everyone in order to save the people they loved. Hermione had to lie to Harry and Ron... they would probably turn their backs on her after this... or at least Ron would. Some things just weren\'t easily forgiven.

Draco entered the common room, his hands full of letters from friends and family. Hermione thought she might have seen a howler or two. The thought sent chills down her spine. As if reading her thoughts, Draco smirked at her. \"Don\'t worry Hermione, the howlers are for me.\"

Hermione gave a small smile. \"Anything for me?\" She asked, getting up off the couch and walking over to him. Draco handed her a small bundle which was nothing compared to the armful of letters he had. Hermione raised an eyebrow and Draco smirked. \"People must love you, Ferret.\" She said teasingly, walking back over to the couch.

An hour later, Hermione finished reading her mail. Most of them were letters of encouragement. Some were letters of insanity... and others were just plian mean... but no letters from Harry, Ron, or her parents. She could only imagine Harry and Ron\'s reaction to this news. Sighing, she rose from the couch to check on Blaise. Hermione crept through the open door and tip toed over to the crib where the child lay sleeping. Everything about the child was beautiful to Hermione. The rise and fall of her chest, her little brown curls, those eyes, her laugh, her cry... everything. She wasn\'t pretending at all to love the child. The six month old bouncing little girl was the only stable thing in her world right now. While everything else was a mess, she and Draco could come home to this little girl and know everything will be fine.

As Hermione turned to leave, she felt herself crash into something rock hard... Draco\'s chest. Strong arms wrapped around her body, and she felt herself steadying herself on his solid weight. Hermione tried to regain her balance, only to find herself falling again against his chest. She looked up, only to have to gaze trapped by a steele one. There was something in his eyes, something Hermione hadn\'t seen before.... lust? Want?

\"Is she asleep?\" Draco asked, his mouth moving closer to hers.

\"Yes\" Hermione said, her eyes glinting. She pressed herself closer to his body, enjoying the way his body hardened at the simple touch. Her hands ran slowly down his chest, Nipping at the sensitive skin underneath his adam\'s apple.

Draco groaned as her hands slipped underneath his shirt, feeling his strong abs. \"Good.\" he gasped as he felt her hands go south of the border. \"Hermione..\" he whispered, grabbing her face and kissing her almost savagely. He felt a rush of triumph when she moaned and grabbed onto his shirt for support. Two could play at this game, he decided. He began placing teasing kisses on her jawline, and when he could finally speak.. \"Why do I want you so badly?\" he asked her softly, bitting on her earlobe. \"Why?\"

She groaned as he began his warpath down her neck. \"I don\'t know... but I want you.\" she moaned, starting to pull him toward the couch.

\"Good.\" he answered simply, walking Hermione back towards the couch while smothering her in kisses. When they reached the couch, he gently laid her down, his lips never leaving hers. She pulled herself up the couch taking Draco with her. He moved his lips from hers and started kissing her neck again.

“Jesus, Draco...”

His reply was a soft moan as he licked the hollow of her neck and started pressing his lips against the soft flesh of her chest. She slowly ran her hands up his bare skin pulling the shirt up and over his head. Her breath caught at the sight of his muscular chest, her desire rising.

He sat up on his knees and pulled her up to him. He looked deep into her eyes before taking her head in his hands and crushing his lips on hers in a passionate kiss. His hands moved down her back, effortlessly unclasping her dress. He pulled back from her and slowly ran his hands over her shoulders pulling her dress down her arms and exploring her body with his gaze. She let her top fall down around her hips, her breathing deepening in anticipation. He stared at her perfect body thinking that he could never get enough of her.

Pulling her into him, he ran his fingers over her semi-naked flesh. The straps of her bra were his next objective. He slowly started pulling them down with his teeth as he kissed her smooth shoulders. His hand worked its way up her back and unclasped the hooks of her bra finally releasing her from its grasp. Draco tossed the offending piece of clothing over the edge of the couch and pulled Hermione into him, savouring the feel of her naked warm flesh on his. He kissed her again passionately and slowly pushed her back onto the couch, his desire for her insatiable.

She moaned at the feel of his body against hers. She couldn’t get enough of him. She kissed his neck and ran her tongue down to the hollow where his shoulder and neck met. She figured that that was a sensitive spot for him and she spent some time kissing, licking and biting him there.

He shuddered at her touch, moaning, “Hermione”

She reached down and started undoing his pants. She was just about to reach in when there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other, the passion still at boiling point.

“Go away!” Draco was in no mood for interruptions.

“Where is Hermione? What have you done to her?” The voice belonged to Ronald Weasly.

He looked at Hermione and she shook her head. “No,” she breathed and pulled him down to her running her tongue across his lips.

“Go away, Weasel.” he ordered then returned his attention to her lips, softly biting them.
Suddenly, the portrait burst open and there stood a fuming Weasel with Potter in toe. \"So it\'s true then? You\'re marrying him?\" Harry asked, pointing his finger at Draco, whom, by the bye, was still on top of Hermione, hiding her from her friend\'s gaze.

\"Can\'t you see that we are kinda busy here? Why don\'t you just go the hell away?\" Draco fumed, sitting Hermione up with her back to her friends. They could see Draco looking for something... and Hermione\'s bra was right by Harry\'s foot.

\"Oh, Jesus Christ..\" Harry moaned, kicking Hermione\'s bra over to Draco, whom handed it to Hermione.

Just as Hermione finished putting on her clothing, a shrill cry filled the room. Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion when Draco and Hermione ran into a small room... only to bring out a brown haired baby. \"Mione, what is that?\"

\"THIS is my daughter, Christine Malfoy.\" Hermione answered, looking up at Draco. \"Our daughter.\"

Ron fainted.