The Pairing Hat

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Chapter Four


Hermione leaned her body against the door, willing her heart to slow down its accelerated pounding in her hest.

When the hat paired her with Draco, she was horrified at the idea but at the same time she did not think too much of it. Maybe it was because she was sure that the Slytherin Prince would not stand for such a match if the past six years were anything to go by. Draco had thrown his blood purity in her face more times that she cared to count.

Now however, she did not know what to make out of his declaration. What the hell did he mean about deciding whether or not to keep her? If anything, Draco should have been letting her know of all the ways he and his family would come up with to insure that this proclaimed union stayed out of the public knowledge. A mudblood mated to a Malfoy, indeed. Hermione knew that no matter how precious Draco was to his parents, Lucius Malfoy would never allow anyone to dilute the purity of the house of Malfoy.

Taking a deep breath to calm her rattled nerves, Hermione finally stepped away from the door. She placed a number of locking spells, just in case Draco went back on his word and decided to ‘disturb her tonight’, before taking surroundings of the dimly lit room.

The room was full of silver and green colors and for a second Hermione thought that, she was in the wrong room. Those were not her colors. She was thinking of going back to the common room and demand that Draco give back the Gryffindor room that by right belonged to her, as the Gryffindor Head Girl, when she heard a soft ‘meow’.

“Crookshanks,” Hermione whispered, when she noticed the ginger mass inside a cage as well as her trunk and books by the foot of the four-poster bed. Slowly, Hermione walked to her familiar. “Hey, Crooks.” She opened the cage door and then set on the soft mattress with the cat on her lap.

Crookshanks leaned back on his paws to look at his mistress. The cat purred softly until he noticed the tie she was wearing. “Meow?” The cat sounded confused.

Looking down at her new tie, Hermione remembered. “That’s right, Crooshanks.” Hermione explained. “You and I are no longer in Gryffindor. We are a part of Slytherin now.”

Crookshanks leaped from her lap and onto the silk green pillow. Pawing its cool, soft texture, Crooshanks laid down with a content purr before closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

“Well, he looks right at home.” Hermione mumbled. Sighing once more, Hermione walked back to her trunk, opened it and then started pulling her cloths and other possessions out and putting them away in closets and drawers.

She spotted her nightgown, put the silky material on top of her bubble bath, cotton knickers, and bath towel that she laid aside. It had been a long day and she was aching to soak her tense muscles under the hot stream of water before retiring to bed.

Holding her things in her arms, Hermione walked toward another door in her room. As she thought, the door hid a bathroom she was supposed to share with the head boy.

She walked the small, narrow distance to Draco’s side of the bathroom before magically sealing his entrance for her own peace of mind and left her wand on the vanity table. Hermione closed the drain, turned on the hot water to fill the tub and added a few capfuls of vanilla scented bath bubbles. As the thick steam filled the room, she took off her Slytherin uniform and carelessly dropped them on the floor.

She turned the water off when the tub was more than half way full. Carefully, placing first foot in the water and then the other, testing the hot temperature, Hermione gently sunk under the bubbles. Leaning against the back of the tub, she closed her eyes and let out a pleasant sigh as the hot water relaxed her muscles, temporarily forgetting the snarky Slytherin in the other room.

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Meanwhile Draco was sitting at his desk, having a talk with his father through a two-way mirror.

“I hear that congratulations are in order, son.” Lucius Malfoy said matter-of-factly.

“You do not seem surprised at all at the news, father.” Draco replied, his raised eyebrow questioning the older wizard.

“Severus told me the news of the Pairing Hat a few days ago when we met for lunch.” Lucius explained. “I knew that if the hat was to find you a mate, then that witch had to accommodate you mentally as well as physically.” The aristocrat smirked as he continued. “It was no surprise to me that Hermione Granger was given the honor of becoming your mate. After all, she is the only witch in Hogwarts who can give you as good as she gets where academics are concerned.”

“Yes,” Draco agreed. “I could never stand airheads, anyway.”

“Severus is having a field day, right about now. Two of this year’s head students are from his house.” Lucius laughed. “McGonagall must be pissing her brains at the loss of a gem such as Ms. Granger.”

“Yes, Gryffindor’s loss had always been Slytherin’s gain.” Draco said smugly.

“Who was Ms. Parkinson paired with?” Lucius pondered.

“The Weasel,” Draco sneered. “She is happy with the outcome, though.” When Lucius nodded, Draco added. “Blaise was paired with Ginevra Weasley.”

“And what of Crabbe and Goyle?” Lucius asked with a hint of amusement. “It is common knowledge that the two wizards have been seeing each other since last year.”

“I guess the Pairing Hat knows what it is doing. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle were paired. It must have known that they are betting for the other team.” After a moment of silence Draco said, “Father, I’ll expect your support when it comes time to court Granger.”

“Court her?” Lucius asked with a frown. “Why don’t you just marry the witch and get it over with?” It had been years since Lucius figured out Draco’s true feelings about the brain of the golden trio. He never denied his son anything and was not about to start now. He was just thankful that the dreaded war was over and Voldemort was dead, otherwise, Lucius was sure that the Malfoy family would be tortured for even dwindling in the idea of anything muggle.

“If I marry Hermione without her consent, she would fight my advances for the rest of our lives, and believe me there will be plenty of them.” Draco explained his reasons. “I do not want that. I want her willing and waiting in anticipation of my every touch.” Draco’s eyes sparkled as the rest of his body became aroused at the erotic thoughts running in his head. “Believe it or not father, I do not want to break her spirit because it that spirit that attracts me to her in the first place.”

“I never expected you to be the cuddling type, Draco.” Lucius drawl was full of sarcasm. “If anything, I believed you to be in control of all your witches.”

“Oh, believe me, father, that I will be the one running the show in our relationship.” Draco assured.

Nodding in acceptance, Lucius inquired, “So, where is this alleged Head Girl of yours?”

“She is taking a bath.” Draco answered with a shrug. “Hermione thinks that by magically placing locking charms on the door of the lavatory as well as her room, she could keep me away from her.”

“Oh? Did you use your signature magic on the doors then?” Lucius already knew the answer to that question.

“Of course,” Draco confirmed the obvious. “I had the access to these quarters before Hermione did and was able to place my signature on all the doors and windows of this place. No matter what spell she uses to keep me out, my magical signature could override hers.”

“Are you going to let her know this?” Lucius questioned.

“I might as well.” Draco replied. “I want all the cards on the table. The sooner she realizes that there is no escape from me or this union, the better she will adjust.”

“Alright, Draco, do what you like.” Lucius said in farewell. “I must see to your mother now. She still had not heard about any of this.”

Draco knew his mother was a hopeless romantic. She would not be opposed to his and Hermione’s unification. If anything, Narcissa Malfoy would be more than thrilled to gain a daughter to pamper and to love and to go on crazy shopping sprees, trying her best to make a dent in the Malfoy fortune.

“Send her my love, father.”

“Oh, I plan to.” Lucius smirked before phasing out of the two-way mirror.

Draco carefully placed the mirror away and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. He could hear the gentle movement of the water against the sides of the tub. It had been over an hour and Draco wondered if she fell asleep since the hour had grown so late. Carefully, Draco moved to stand at the door and place his palm on the oak surface. Quietly, the Slytherin muttered his charms and the door silently opened and entered the foggy room.

Just as Draco thought, Hermione was asleep. Her head was propped against the back of the tub, her hair swept in a lazy bun, her eyes softly closed, and her body for the most part modestly covered by suds of bubble bath.

Soundlessly, Draco pulled out a stool from underneath the vanity table. Once seated, the head boy looked at the head girl in wonder.

It had been years since a mere thought of Hermione Granger sent his hormones rushing through his body, arousing him to attention. Draco never thought this day would come; the day he would be able to call Hermione his.

When he first realized his feelings ran deeper than simple dislike for the witch, at the end of the third year of Hogwarts, he was afraid of what his fellow classmates might think of him. In the fourth year, after seeing Hermione dressed better than most of the pureblooded witches at the Yule Ball and flanking herself with Victor Krum, was the first time that Draco masturbated while picturing Hermione throw herself into his arms instead of the Bulgarian Seeker.

In the fifth year, when Umbridge used the blood quills as punishment, Draco went on the hunt to find a of DA’s culprits. Draco knew that Hermione was involved in DA and it was for that reason he had captured Cho and brought her to Umbridge while giving Hermione a chance to think and get herself out from a sticky situation. He did not want Hermione anywhere near that toad.

In the sixth year, Draco had gone positively mad when he found out that Cormac McLaggen set his sights on Hermione. The substitute Gryffindor Keeper had the gull to accept Hermione’s invitation to the Slug Club Party. Because he was not invited, Draco resorted to crashing the Christmas party just so he could keep an eye on McLaggen.

Draco also did not dare entertain any thoughts of Hermione in his head as the Wizarding War progressed. He had refused to be another pawn for Voldemort and was afraid that the dark lord would use Hermione as a bargaining chip for his aligns.

Now, thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had nothing to fear. The Pairing Hat seemed to be a blessing from Merlin himself. Now, everything seemed perfect. The hat publically declared Hermione as his and that alone opened a lot of doors to his advantage. He would damn himself first before he would let Hermione slip through his fingers.

The water in the tub must have gotten cooler because he noticed Hermione shiver under the thinning bubbles. He could not help suppress a groan when the swell of her sun-kissed breast surfaced to his hungry view.
The foreign sound must have disturbed the head girl because she opened her eyes with a start. Darting her gaze at the vanity table, Hermione shivered anew when she realized that her wand was no longer there.

“Looking for this?” Draco asked, as he twirled her wand between his fingers.

“Give me back my wand, Malfoy.” Hermione cursed herself when she heard the nervousness of her voice. She hated feeling vulnerable. Now, however, sitting naked under the randomly diminishing bubbly foam opened to his predatory gaze, Hermione felt more than vulnerable. She felt terrified.

TBC…

A/N: Well, I hope you people are not too disappointed with this chapter. I am rethinking of the way I am going to write Draco’s character. Last time I asked you to let me know whether you would like an obsessive Draco or abusive Draco. Most said obsessive. However, I receive a number of reviews shunning from both. The reviewers were upset at the very idea that would take Hermione’s freedom of will. I am guessing there are many victims out there who do not think writing about such topics (even in the fandom) is fun or sexy.

So, taking these reviewers into consideration, this story will not have non-con sex. However, Draco is not Draco without having some control over Hermione. He is possessive by nature and always gets what he wants. By the time, Hermione agrees to their union, she could be pregnant with their second son…so Draco naturally has to be the demanding one.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a tad longer than the other one. Thank you all for reviewing. Please do so again if you like where this story is going.