Captive Bride

Chapter 5

A week had passed since Halloween Night, and still Hermione lay in the enchanted sleep. She was carefully watched over by her husband, Lucious Malfoy. That Friday, Malfoy was sitting at his desk reading the two-foot long homework scrolls that were handed in that day. A knock sounded at his door interrupting him from his silent fit of temper on how inept the past teachers had been in the teaching of this course. Anything that the students had fair knowledge of had come from their time under the past tutelage of that twice-cursed, young were-wolf, Remus Lupin.

“Come in!” Lucious barked at the door. Gladly shoving the scrolls to the side he turned to pour himself a fire-whiskey.

“I could do with a dram of that myself. I swear all that could go wrong today in potions, did go wrong.” Snape closed the door behind himself. Following Lucious through the private doorway into the private chambers, Snape sat down in the chairs before the fire. Accepting the dram that was handed to him he took a sip and visibly relaxed as he gazed at his long-time friend.

“Well? How much longer do you think she will sleep?” Snape glanced towards the closed bedchamber door.

“Not long. The link forming between us is strengthening now that she isn’t fighting the bond so hard. As I sleep, I now experience her dreams and can feel the knowledge that she is absorbing through our bond. Thankfully I do not have to experience the sleep myself because of my experience with the family bond. It can be quite stressful on the conscience mind. Looking back, I not surprise that the bond never had accepted Draco’s mother into it. I was actually worried for a bit that Draco would not have the ability when he was born but, thankfully, he grew aware a week or so before his birth. I have a feeling that the mate bond will be very strong between Hermione and I. That will be too my advantage until she picks up the knack of listening to it.” Taking a bracing sip he nonchalantly glanced at Snape.

“So how is the everyone taking this situation?

“I’m quizzed, daily, by Dumbledore for all that I might give away. Minerva still is insisting that Hermione be moved out of your quarters’ even though it was explained why she can’t be located to the other side of the castle from you. And I believe that of all Hermione’s young friends, only Miss Weasley has any suspicions that things are not what they seem. Speaking of the young Miss Weasley, did I ever tell you that you have a fan base? One that is quite ingenious at that. You and your son are the targets and every little move you make outside of your rooms is promptly noted. Within moments one can overhear exactly what you two are doing, to whom you are talking to and what food you partook of at breakfast. All this information is eventually gathered by a mysterious central figure and redistributed to others.” Chuckling softly. “Even I am watched because of my connection to you. I bet you right now that no less than 7 girls are whispering to others that I am currently here in your quarters.”

“Yes I know. Its been driving Draco up the wall trying to figure out who lies at the center of that little web. I haven’t told him yet and maybe I’ll let him figure this one out on his own.” Malfoy smiled at Snape.

“How do you know who the instigator is? The fan club was created a couple years ago. Ah I see. If anyone would know it would be Miss Weasley and if Miss Weasley knows then it just follows that your wife would know. Those two girls are thicker than thieves. Ha, ha. I needed a good laugh. Draco could never let a mystery go by. Especially one that he might be able to turn to his advantage”

Chuckling now at the idea, the two sipped their whiskey. Lucious turned his head slightly as he felt Hermione stirring on the bed. Bringing his attention back to Snape he was startled to see his friend watching him closely.

Snape was first to break the silence, “I remembered to bring the family book so that we can mark when she awakes.”

Taking another swallow of the whiskey Snape continued, “You know we will now have to do something about Voldemort ourselves now. We can no longer sit in the positions we keep, awaiting the outcome. Just think of the opportunity a child of your union would provide the Lord while under his personal guidance. Dumbledore will at least try to go through you while the children are young.”

“Yes I know. I need to discuss this more with Draco. Hopefully with this marriage, Draco won’t be brought to Voldemort’s attention for his matchmaking. I would prefer that Draco at least graduate before the issue of marriage be brought up. We have at least nine months to clear things up concerning this war.” Scowling at the empty glass in his hand, Lucious thought furiously. Feeling Hermione stir more at his heavy thoughts he thought a question at her. A slight blush appeared in his cheeks at the reply. You had to appreciate the honesty of a subconscious mind.

“It won’t be long at all before she wakes. It probably would be best if she woke this weekend that way you two can get the edge off before you have to come up for air.” Snape stood up to place his glass on the mantle place and walked to the door. Pausing he looked back for a moment and laughed. “Poor Draco he always hated being the center of attention of someone he can’t identify.”

Lucious sat in his chair for a bit longer, staring into the flames of the fire. Setting his glass down on a side table, he stood and warded his doors for the night. Walking into his bedchamber he looked at Hermione sprawled across the bed. Pausing for a moment he pulled the covers back up and got ready for bed. Crawling naked under the covers he pulled Hermione into his arms. Lifting her hand he looked at the ancient ring he had placed on her finger. Smoothing her hair to the side he traced the line of her body. Sweeping the covers back he looked at her body, stroking it as he watched her reaction to the visions in her head. Growing hard himself he kissed her nape and took matters into his own hand before falling to sleep.

**

Ginny sat back in her little alcove, a floor above Prof. Malfoy’s rooms. She had hid there as soon as she heard that Snape was visiting with Malfoy. Using the handy hearing device that Fred and George had invented, she slipped one end down a crack. She had found the crack just this morning when she was tying her shoelace. ‘cough cough.’ The little ear extended down through the cracks and entered in time to hear them talk about Draco and the fan club. Her smile slipped into a gape as she pieced together the information that followed. “That Lucky, Lucky girl.”

Slowly pulling the ear back to her. She thought about what she had learned. Of all the scenarios she had thought up, never would she have imagined Lucious Malfoy and Hermione, together, having children. There was no way she could tell Harry and Ron where Hermione was located, either. They would go racing in there intending to rescue her.

Climbing to her feet she looked up and down the hallway. Not seeing anyone sneaking about in the hall, other than her, she hurried back to the dorm rooms. Behind her scampered a large, white, banded ferret with blue eyes. Feeling eyes upon her, Ginny stopped at a corner to look behind her. Strangely enough, her keen mind didn’t take note of the lurking ferret in the shadows.

Reaching the portrait of the fat lady, Ginny ignored the scolding she received while gaining entry into the Griffondor common rooms and dorms.

The ferret took note of the current password to add to his list of other passwords for the dorms. Waiting till three floors, and a moving staircase away, he finally stopped in a dark corner. The ferret morphed back into a tall blond boy with matching blue eyes. Stepping over to a sleeping portrait, he swung the painting to the side and entered the secret passageway.

“Lumos.” The tip of the wand lit up to reveal a case of stairs that exited into a hall that was a dead end deep in the dungeons. Extinguishing his light, Draco strode around another corner in time to see a flushed Pansy clinging to a grunting Goyle. Blonde eyebrows shot straight up at the sight before him. “Well, this is interesting. Whatever would your friends say, Pansy?”

Pansy stiffened in Goyle’s arms, giving herself whiplash as her head swung to see her ultimate goal watching her. The next thing Goyle knew was that his arms were empty, a pair of panties was settling to the ground before him and a cool breeze was making itself known under his shirttails.

Trying for a victimized tone Pansy whined, “Oh Draco! I’m so glad to see you. He had me pinned to the wall and I couldn’t move. He such a beast the things he was doing.” Raising a hand to her throat she peeked from beneath her lashes at Draco.

Draco look from Goyle sagging against the wall with a dumbstruck expression and a erection that still at full post, dripping, to the girl who was trying to act the victim. He could even still smell her. He crossed his arms before him and stared at her.

“Really, Pansy who ever thought that all that clinging and moaning was actually struggles. I should make you finish what you started but I don’t feel like enabling your exhibitionist trait that you like to nurture.” Draco walked up to Pansy, reached down under her skirt and dipped a finger. “Hard to believe that all this is ‘wetness’ is curtsey of Goyle’s precum. Lifting his finger he looked at the shine, gleaming on the digit. Looking back at Pansy he ordered her to clean his finger.

Thinking that this might just be her chance to finally get into Draco’s bed she put all her seduction behind the suckling of his finger.

Draco smiled an icy smile, removed his finger from her grasp and walked on down the hall. Pausing at the far corner he turned back and remind Goyle to make sure he cleaned up this time. “I hate the stale smell of fish and sweat in the morning at breakfast.”

Goyle smiled in reply and started towards the gaping girl. Lifting her into his arms he backed her to the wall and surged into her once more.

Pansy couldn’t believe that Draco hadn’t even batted an eye at her suckling or her attributes that were displayed by her gaping blouse. Suddenly her mind was distracted at the especially hard shove the Goyle used to gain her attention. Panting gasps were soon heard down the hall as she again reached towards an orgasm.

Draco entered his private room in the Slytherin dorms. As Head boy he had received the option for privacy. An option he took full advantage of. But tonight all he could think about was that mystery of the Malfoy fan club. Tonight he had discovered that the trail of clues led to the Griffondor Common rooms. Snickering at the thought of a foolhardy, brave Griffondor being as mysterious as a Slytherin or at least a Ravenclaw, being able to pull off this big of a secret. But soon, very soon, he’ll know who it was and then he will be able to use that little secret to his advantage to get inside the inner workings of the fanclub.

“Absolutely brilliant the way the leader can gather information.” Turning over in bed Draco fall asleep.

**

Hermione stirred softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she started to moan at the hand between her thighs. Softly thinking that she was experiencing one of her hands she started to move. Creating a subtle friction that suddenly strengthened in pleasure as a finger moved between her lower lips. Gasping Hermione threw her hand back to land in hair that felt different in texture than hers. Her eyes flew open as she realized that she wasn’t alone.