Amorem Consentit

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Hello all my lovelies. Apologies. I was feeling down so I am being a bit mean to our hero....sniffles...Draco will have many trials and tribulations because of it.

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Draco took a deep breath. He had to appear calm, even though he felt giddy like a schoolboy. He would finally see his bride to be again.

Hermione peaked through the crack in the double doors. Draco stood there in gorgeous robes rocking back and forth nervously.

Should she open the door? He didn't seem to have any malicious intent, but how could she be sure?

He was a Slytherin serpent after all...hardly better than the devil. Course, his daddy was the devil. It explained their dashing looks to her satisfaction. She giggled as she imagined Lucius with a pitchfork and dressed in black robes.

Draco was wondering if he should knock again.

Was something wrong? Maybe he looked really bad? What if she didn't want to leave the room ever?

He wanted her to like him. He would try hard to be good.

"De—Hermione? Are you alright?"

He could kick himself for almost calling her 'Dear.' She wouldn’t want that from him. Nothing would scare her off faster than such terms of endearment so early on.

Hermione was wondering what he had wanted to say in the first place. Why was he using her name? She'd expected him to call her Mudblood or Granger at best.

Draco knocked lightly again. What if she had hurt herself? Should he send an elf to check?

Slowly, she opened the door. It would be impolite to make him wait. He was her fiancé, and even though she didn’t like him at all, she didn't need to be rude. Once the fatty food would be served up, she'd be able to excuse herself due to sickness.

Draco gulped unable to stop his grey eyes from gazing at her chest. He’d never touched them before. He wanted to touch them. They looked so soft and squishy. Like a really nice pillow.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, hoping his voice sounded normal. “I should've gotten the Lady Malfoy jewels from the vault. It would've complimented your dress.”

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest as he continued to stare like a pig.

“I was just being honest,” Draco added, letting his gaze drift to her face. “You look cute when you pout.”

"Look into my eyes when you talk to me."

“I am looking into your eyes, my dear.”

Oops…he'd slipped. He just couldn't behave properly. She was so close to him, so beautiful, with such a generous cleavage. He wished he could push her back into her room and devour her all night long. That would happen in time.

Hermione's tiny hand snapped out before she could stop it and hit his face when his eyes dropped again.

“Why did you do that?” he asked befuddled.

"Don't talk to my breasts," Hermione said and she stalked down the hallway

“Hermione, wait!” Draco hollered and run to catch up with her. 'I am deeply sorry. I have lost all my manners!'

He reached out and caught her hand.

He drew it to his lips.

Ever so gently, he kissed her fingers, giving each digit a feathery kiss.

“You are my fiancée and deserve a lot of respect. I was very out of line and I apologize.”

"Don't do it again. I've had enough of that.”

“I shall bear it in mind. But you are really gorgeous. I will have trouble keeping you away from other men.”

"Men don't like me, Draco. You don't have to say such just to be nice.”

“Hermione, you don't realize how breath-takingly gorgeous you are? Are you kidding me?”

“Why are you being so cruel?” she said, pushing his hand away.

"I've spent the last several months watching the only man who ever found me interesting eat himself to death. He choked on a chicken leg,” Hermione said, looking at the floor.

“Which man?” Draco asked, feeling jealousy grow deep in his heart. No one was entitled to have her. She was his, his only! “Weasley's not a man. A pubescent mountain troll at best!”

Hermione didn’t know what to say at this. Malfoy was, no matter how crude it sounded, right. She didn't think Ron was a fine wizard.

Hermione slid her hand onto Draco's arm quietly at his insistence.

She knew that even though Draco was not her dream man, she could settle.

Hopefully Draco didn't stink like a dump normally.

He certainly smelled nice when she arrived and looked even better. He was making an effort. His hair had been perfectly arranged, shining lusciously in the light.

"I'm not a pervert Hermione."

“Maybe you say it. I might find myself chained in the dungeons in no time.”

Draco covered his mouth as he laughed.

“Next you're going to tell me you're an innocent virgin!” she jibed, poking him in the side, not knowing that she was saying the truth.

Draco stopped as his cheeks turned deep red.

He couldn’t tell her that he was a virgin. A Malfoy could only have full intercourse with his wife. It would mortify him. He had read a plethora of books about sex, so he knew a lot of theory. He would be able to please her.

"Please, the rumors of you at school. You were a total whore from the way Parkinson told it.”

“Parkinson wanted to marry me. I didn't want her. She is a slag."

“But I am sure you're enjoying all the ladies you can,” Hermione spat back. “That's lucky for me, as it will make it easier to stand the marriage.”

Draco gripped her arm tightly and pushed her into the wall gently.

"You will not cheat on me!" he snarled, putting his nose against hers. "I will be with none but those bonded to this family, and neither will YOU,” he gripped her arm tightly. “That is the way it is for Malfoys."

“I don't want to sleep with you!” she cried, trying to ignore his closeness.

Draco frowned and pulled back. "You don't have a choice once we are married. Sorry for being repellent.”

“I don't want to be married to you!” she let tears flow down her cheeks. “I’m just a Mudblood to you.”

Draco clinched his hand into a fist.

“Why do you find me repulsive?” he asked, his heart feeling like it was pressed by an iron fist.

"Do you want the truth?"

“Yes,” he answered, looking away from her eyes. He couldn't bear to see her hatred.

"Physically, you are one of the most attractive wizards I've ever seen." Draco straightened happily at her praise of his looks. He knew all the girls found him irresistible. "But you have always been a toad on the inside and a prince outside.”

“I promise you I will show you that I am a good man. The man you will love dearly.”

“I could like you better if you were the toad outside and the prince inside.”

“It will not take long, but you will see me for who I really am. Do you think becoming Co-Head Auror was easy?”

“I don't know! You could've bribed them!”

“I didn't bribe them! Do you think your sanctimonious, self-sacrificing Potter can be bribed?” Draco asked, sighing loudly. She didn't believe he'd achieved his position through hard work, and she thought her friend was bribable. It had been hell getting promoted.

"Well, look how your father got out of his scrapes!" Hermione returned acidly putting her little nose in the air.

“We've changed, Hermione! The war is over!” Draco reminded her, sadness filling his heart.

"Yes, so I suppose the money on the desk of the minister to pass this sham of a law had nothing to do with you or your father. I don't know why he would want his son to be married to a Mudblood. Just the war hero part to make yourselves look better after supporting Volde-moron.”

“It's not about looking better! We were matched by the Ministry!”

"Yes and no galleons mysteriously vanished from your fault into the pocket of the minister...no choice property titles were lost?”

“We do not bribe people!” Draco exclaimed angrily. He wasn't getting anywhere with this, and it was apparent she hated his guts.

Hermione couldn't look into his eyes anymore. She saw how distressed she'd made him. Why couldn't she be like any normal witch and just enjoy the company of a gorgeous wizard?

She tugged his arm a bit closer

He looked nervously at her. What was she going to do now? Hit him again?

She pressed her cheek on it as they walked down the stairs.

Draco's heart sped up. She was being nice to him! She wasn't hitting him! She was so close. She was sort of snuggling him like a good female.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy," Hermione said, petting his arm a bit before lifting his hand and pressing her lips to it lightly in apology.

“Don't be sorry, Hermione.”

He almost wanted to add 'I love you', but resisted.

It would be too much too soon, but he'd loved her for years. She was the only girl he knew who would have the guts to hit him. She was the only girl who would tell him no. It made him nuts about her.

And she was holding his arm so it fell right between her glorious breasts.

If only he could reach out and cup them, put his lips around them. Just for a moment. Hear her moan his name.

But that would be possible in the future, when they'd be married and there'd be no way for her to escape his passions.

The law stated that the woman had to submit to the man's needs...of course, he would not harm her or force her.

She would love him. She would want him. He would give her all she needed.

"Will you at least accept that I could be different than the little brat I was in school?" Draco asked. "You know what they say about boys who are mean to girls, don't you?"

Hermione looked surprised. What was he implying?

"They like them. They just aren't smart at attracting them."

'I think it's cliché,' Hermione responded thoughtfully. Malfoy could've never ever liked her! His mother would have had kittens.

"Just because you were a Muggleborn doesn't mean that lots of Purebloods didn't like you...Blaise Zabini was a huge fan...said that you were the only girl with any virtue at the school.”

“But you all were so mean!” she argued hopelessly as she tugged on his arm a little.

"Didn't you wonder who it was in Transfiguration was always changing your things so they weren't quite perfect?"

"It wasn't me. Blaise wanted attention too."

“What? That little bugger! That's why I never got a 100% perfect mark!”

"He wanted you to ask him for help. Excuse to get his hands on you."

“He could've asked me then,” Hermione huffed, with molten chocolate eyes.

"He didn't think you were interested," Draco said, pushing the dining room door open. "Boys are sensitive. He wanted to help you. So he could try to cop a feel.”

Lucius stood up as the two children came in.

It was hard for Lucius to admit, but his soon to be daughter-in-law was gorgeous. If she hadn't been already affianced to his son, he might've tried her. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw how her breasts almost spilled out of the dress. They were raised, separated. He would gladly press his lips to the tops of them if she were to be his. Damn. He would give her an orgasm without penetrating her if he could.

It was bad to stare, but he was skilled in the art of staring covertly.

"Miss Granger," he said and he pulled her chair out for her.

Hermione released Draco's arm a bit reluctantly.

Lucius let his yes drift over her figure. Her bum was perfect as well. Gorgeous round globes, just enough to gently hold her and press closer.

He discreetly sniffed her hair as she took a seat. She smelled like roses. Very fitting for the future Lady of the House of Malfoy.

His hand ghosted over the back of her neck as he jerked his head at Draco to take his seat across from Hermione

Draco took his seat opposite Hermione. He had noticed his father looking at HIS soon-to-be bride. His eyes flashed and fists clenched as his body tensed.

The old man had no right putting his hands on her or looking at her breasts as he had. And she hadn't noticed.

Hermione just smiled weakly at both men. Now, all she had to do was wait for the fried chicken and excuse herself.

A loud ‘Meow’ and a hiss sliced through the silence. Crookshanks and Lucretia were both advancing to the two tiny platforms with silver bowls.

Crookshanks reached out a paw and touched Lucretia's back.

She whipped around and smacked him on the nose with her claws out.

Crookshanks leapt back with a yowl of pain and darted under Hermione's dress where he yowled angrily.

‘WICKED FEMALE,’ he thought nursing his nose.

Draco covered his mouth with his hand to keep the laugh hidden from the half-kneazle.

Hermione giggled. Cats were so funny.

Crookshanks smacked her leg and went back to sulking.

"Lucretia, be nice," Lucius said gently to the golden eyed cat.

“I have taken the liberty to order a classic menu,” Lucius said, breaking the awkward silence. “French onion soup for starters, then poached salmon with baby potatoes and blanched vegetables. The dessert is your choice, Miss Granger.”

Hermione looked over at Lucius and only just kept her jaw from hanging in a vulgar way.

They were going to have normal food! A nice three course meal. Not a family style gorge.

Of course, the Malfoys' table manners still could be a surprise.

Hermione sighed as the decadent smell of melted cheese and crusty baguette mixed with the rich beef smell of the onion soup.

The dishes appeared in beautiful ivy patterned china with real silver flatware.

The soup bowl was good sized, but didn’t hold a bucket-full of soup either.

She picked up her soup spoon as she saw the other two do. They knew which piece to use for soup? They weren't going to chug it like a butterbeer?

She watched in awe as both Draco and Lucius took delicate, slow sips of their soup.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Draco asked when he noticed she wasn't eating.

“I am fine,” she said, reaching for a small slice of the baguette.

"Is everything to your tastes, my dear?" Lucius purred, slanting his eyes at her the way that had always made Narcissa swoon.

“Yes, Mr Malfoy. It is delicious,” Hermione said, staring at her soup bowl with a feint red tinge to her cheeks

"Whatever did you expect? Greasy over fried food smothered in ketchup that might be from all the tomatoes of the whole of America?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Err, yes,” Hermione admitted, blushing deeply. “I thought the Weasleys were typical purebloods.”

"The Weasleys," Mr. Malfoy sneered. “They are not a good example. They are very... simple folks. Here at the Manor, we enjoy many different cuisines.”

Hermione didn't answer opting to sip the steaming soup.

It was so good to taste something different than fried chicken. The soup had a rich flavor, perfectly tickling her tastebuds.

Draco cut his eyes toward his father before sliding his shoe off and moving it over. He touched Hermione's calf and moved it lightly.

Hermione jerked and looked at him. He grinned behind the soup spoon. He would try to touch her again.

Draco winced as a sharp kick caught him.

"Miss Granger, I hope your room was to your liking. Though after you are married, it is required that you share the bed of your bonded," Lucius spoke, looking over at the lovely young girl to his left. He spoke casually as if he had not just kicked his only child.

Hermione was glad that Draco wasn't playing footsie anymore.

“I do like my rooms. Draco has overdone himself with the wardrobe, though.”

"What all did you order, Boy?" Lucius asked.

“Just a few dresses and matching shoes...Mother would've said it is very basic. If Hermione wishes, I shall escort her any boutique of her choosing.'

"You filled half of an enormous closet!"

Lucius didn't like the mention of his ex-wife. She had left him for her childhood sweetheart, a short, pudgy, now balding half-blood who had attained wealth through Muggle stock markets.

Hermione wouldn't do such a thing. Granted, she wouldn't be allowed.

Draco was close to pouting again. His father's gaze was directed at Hermione, but the witch seemed unaware of the fact.

Lucius smiled at Hermione as her leg accidentally brushed his.

Hermione immediately took her leg back. She didn’t want to give Draco the impression that she was eager.

She looked up at Lucius.

"The next course will be served soon," he said. He smiled at her.

Lucius Malfoy was just as handsome as Draco. They both had a lot of charisma and fine features and beautiful blue eyes.

"That color is quite becoming on you," Lucius said, and he brushed his hand over her knee as a delicious plate of salmon appeared.

Hermione smiled at the gesture and looked into Lucius’ eyes as he plucked her hand up and kissed it.

Draco was seething. Only his good manners stopped him from grunting like a cave man and dragging his bride away.

"You will give birth to beautiful children," Lucius said, smiling at her.

He released her hand so she could pick up her fork.

“I am unsure about children yet,” she smiled awkwardly, trying to shrug of Lucius' masculine resonance.

"According to the new law, my dear, you are to be pregnant within a year of your marriage.”

“A child is such a huge responsibility. And it needs so much, so it is expensive as well...”

“All expenses of the child will be met. There is nothing more simple or rewarding than caring for one's progeny," Lucius said, placing a small bite of potato in his mouth.

“It will be enjoyable to see the Manor alive with gorgeous children. It was a pity that Narcissa never could have more children.”

Lucius diplomatically smiled. The stupid wench went and took a potion to keep from ever menstruating again.

Lucius would've wanted more children. He had enough money and having more progeny would've made the wizarding world have more Malfoy blood.

He had really wanted a little girl who would wrap him around her sweet little fingers. Who would throw herself in his arms and hug him around his neck and kiss his cheek and call him ‘daddy’ who would so thoroughly manipulate the hell out of him. And he'd love every second of it. Especially, once she'd grow he'd get to terrify her boyfriends.

Lucius loved to ponder about the what-ifs of his life. What if he'd been a professor in Hogwarts? Then he could've seduced Miss Granger...

Hermione cast a sideways look at Lucius. She couldn't decide if she should play the game Lucius seemed to be initiating.

Was it wise to try to play such games with a Slytherin who was known for his ability to worm his way through all the legal loopholes?

But nevertheless, he was attractive. He had an air of confidence, and wonderful manners.

He would be more mature about things, unlike Draco who had shown how swirling his emotions could be.

What would it be like to touch that soft hair?

To grip it while he...would he go down on her? Ron never had...she had always wondered what the sensation would feel like, to have a boy—man throw her legs over his shoulders and suckle on her?

Hermione blushed from the naughty idea. What was she thinking? Her fiancé's father was not supposed to the object of her desires!

Lucius smirked as he looked down at his plate...positively filthy...who knew that a Muggleborn would be so desirous of pleasure and entranced by the idea of her father-in-law?

Legilimency was useful sometimes, Lucius thought as he watched the young woman. Sure, his son was in love with her, but a little looking never hurt.

And touching, as long as Draco didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Draco watched his woman look at his father with delight. She was looking at the wrong Malfoy. She was supposed to send heated glances towards him. Draco was sure he was way better than Lucius. What could an old man have to attract a young witch?

Ever so slowly, Draco moved his foot back to touch Hermione's leg.

That should distract her.

Lucius snapped his leg out and kicked Draco.

"None of that," he said, glaring at the boy.

Draco tried to kick back but hit the leg of the table.

Tears sprang to his eyes, and he glared at his father as one leaked out of his eye.

"Are you alright, Boy?"

“What happened?” Hermione asked, looking between the two handsome men. She wished she could trade places with Lucius and sit next to both at the same time.

Draco smiled at Hermione as she was looking at him with wide concerned eyes.

"I just stubbed my toe, MY dear," Draco said, and he reached across the table and took her hand as their entree plates vanished.

Lucius could almost feel his muscles rippling at the challenge.

Did the boy really believe that he could outwit his father?

Hermione was surprised by his gesture, but didn’t shrug away his touch. His hand was clean, delicate long fingers well-manicured, unlike Ron's bitten, greasy nails.

"What would you care to have for dessert, my sweet?" Lucius asked, reaching out and taking her other hand.

“I don't know what's on offer?” she asked, eyeing both wizards.

"Tiramisu," Draco said. "It is rich, decadent and fresh made today."

Draco squeezed her hand.

“Oh I think I would like that,” she smiled shyly. He knew her favorite dessert.

“You may want to try our special home made lemonade. It is cool and will titillate all your senses,' Lucius added, giving her a smoldering gaze.

"We also have a delicious chocolate mousse cheesecake," Lucius said.

'You can try both if you want, but I am sure you will be charmed by the tiramisu in the end.'

"I would like Tiramisu for dessert now, but maybe the cheesecake for a late night snack," Hermione said, squeezing Lucius' hand.

“As the Lady wishes,” Lucius purred.

It was so easy to enchant the young pretty thing. She would be soon putty in his hands, Lucius thought. His boy had more brawn than charm anyways.

Draco wanted to stomp his foot. Father made sure he got the woman he wanted...why? So he could flirt with her and try to show off his (now) nonexistent virility? Father was old, for Merlin's sakes! He should go and count his Galleons, not stare of his future daughter in law's breasts!

Three nicely sized portions of the rich Italian dessert appeared before them.

Draco's gaze never left hers; he stared at her intently, taking in every moment of her devouring the sweet.

Hermione licked her spoon nervously, and Draco groaned at the sight of her pink tongue darting out and licking off the chocolate sauce from the silverware.

Lucius watched her discreetly.

Draco wished his father would leave. She couldn't possibly know how sexy it was to watch her eat. If only that tiny pink tongue and pretty face were between his thighs. He would let her lick him like this... goodness, he'd let her pour a bowl of that sticky dessert over his naked body if only she'd promise to lick it all off.

He'd definitely ask her to do that once they'd be married!

Then they might move to another estate....somewhere where his pervert father wouldn't leer at HIS wife.

Lucius gritted his teeth but quickly relaxed his jaw. No need to let the children know his annoyance.

"I would like you both in my study tomorrow to discuss the details of your upcoming nuptials," Lucius said standing up.

He couldn't bear the tension in the room anymore. It was clear that the girl had no idea that she had attracted both men. It was clear that his son believed that he had no right to be talking to the girl.

Hermione quickly stood as well. She didn't know why, but she felt compelled to hug him. He had been a real wanker for years, but no one had ever been made sure that she had been so comfortable.

Lucius was taken aback with surprise as the petite witch crushed her body against his in a tight hug. His heart was hammering fast as he tried not to stop breathing as the delicious feel of young, curvy woman in his arms.

Draco's rage was burning. Why was she hugging the old man? Maybe once she'd feel the hopefully sagging skin she'd run off like burned.

She just reached the middle of his chest.

Lucius smirked over at his child, and cupped the girl's cheek. He tilted her face up. She smiled at him.

He quickly kissed her forehead.

Surprisingly, Hermione liked the feel of the hug. She was touching a firm, strong male body, and had a wonderful clean scent luring her into peace...

Lucius pressed his lips gently to her forehead for a few seconds.

Her skin was like silk but better.

He would've loved to give her bum a squeeze, too.

“Shall I escort you to your rooms, Hermione?” Draco asked, shooting a glare at his father.

"I shall see you at breakfast, at eight tomorrow morning," Lucius said, drawing her hand up to his lips.

"What can I have ordered for you?"

“Anything will be fine, Lord Malfoy,” Hermione said, blushing at her informal previous behavior.

"As my lady wishes," Lucius said, putting her hand against his heart. "And please, feel free to call me Lucius."

Hermione Blushed profusely again, and Draco gently pulled her to his side.

“Hermione needs to rest, Father.”

"Yes, I think I shall retire myself," Lucius said, smiling at his son's pretty fiancée. "If there is anything you need, please let me know. I wish you a good night.”

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