Amorem Consentit

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Draco's lips pinched together as he walked Hermione up the grand staircase. She had been flirting with the old bastard. She should have flirted with him.

He would need to push the wedding forward. How could she even look at his old man? It was an insult.

Hermione glanced up at her silent escort. What was wrong with him?

“Draco, are you alright?” she asked worriedly.

"Fine," he said in a clipped tone.

“No, I want to know what's wrong!” she insisted, placing her cheek aaginst his arm.

Draco just pouted as he stopped in front of her door.

His fingers curled and uncurled.

"You," Draco began, shifting back on the balls of his feet and looking up at the ceiling. "You were flirting with my father."

“Did I do something wrong?” Hermione took his chin.

"You were all over him." Draco stomped his foot impudently.

“I was not!” she argued, standing on her tiptoes to look directly into his eyes.

"You were! You were practically slobbering over him. It was disgusting. He is old and wrinkly. You have no respect for me!”

“I do!”

Draco rolled his eyes. Little trollop. She wouldn't do that after he was bonded to her. He would ward her in her room and handcuff her to the bed whenever he was gone if that was what it took to keep her from flirting with his father.

“Draco, please, we shouldn't fight,” she murmured as she hugged him.

Draco wrapped his arms around her hauling her against him. He cupped her cheek and forced her head up so she was looking up at him.

“Don’t be mad?” she asked, looking into his grey eyes.

Draco growled a little before leaning down. He wanted to kiss her and show her that he could satisfy her.

Hermione's heart beat like a hummingbird’s wings. What was he going to do?

"I am angry." Draco said. "I don't want you hanging around my father alone."

He pressed his lips gently against the side of her mouth.

“Why?” Hermione asked; her cheeks flushed from the touch of his lips.

"He was all over you," Draco whispered, kissing his way lightly to the hinge of her jaw.

“I just thought he was being friendly.”

"He was practically feeling you up," Draco said, "And he kept checking out your-your."

“My what?” she asked confused.

Hermione wiggled against him. Who knew Draco-sodding-Malfoy could kiss like that?

It was a nice feeling to be held by a strong male who didn’t whiff of fried food.

"Your breasts, which are quite fetching, Love."

Hermione blushed beet red.

Draco pushed Hermione back against her door.

“What...what are you doing?”

He continued to kiss and suck. He would leave a nice love bite on her neck to let his father know whom she belonged to.

A quiet moan escaped her lips.

Her hand slipped around behind her fumbling for the door knob. She found it, and pushed the door open pulling at the fabric of Draco's robes.

She pulled him into the room and shut the door as she slid the robe from his shoulders.

This was so wrong. She barely knew him. But still, he felt oh-so-good.

Draco moaned a little as Hermione shoved the robe from him. He herded her toward the bed.

“You minx,” he said hoarsely. He hadn't expected her to be so forward.

Hermione grabbed him by the bowtie and pulled him to the bed. She pushed him down on it.

“Are you sure you feel alright doing this?” he asked, wondering why she was so forward.

"I'm fine. And please, it's not like it is your first time."

It was, of course, all Draco had always dreamt of, but he wanted to be able to function fully when it happened.

The Malfoy Chastity Curse was his main bother now.

Hermione climbed up on his waist, and she began to kiss his neck while her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

She wanted to see how he looked naked. He had felt so strong when he had pushed her against the door; now, she wanted to find out if he really had a six pack.

At least a Malfoy would provide an adequate shag if the tales were to be believed.

“Hermione, dear, we can do this on the Wedding Night,” he offered, trying to conceal his predicament of becoming limp right at the crucial moment with chivalry.

Hermione shoved her mouth against his. He needed to be shut up. Draco gasped as a warm hand was sliding along his stomach.

Draco enjoyed this very much. All his wildest expectations were overcome tonight. His wife to be was a true spit-fire in bed.

A little hand wandered over his crotch.

His hips jerked up. He moaned. She could be in charge if she wanted. She could take him.

The little hand became more daring as it slid under the waistband of his trousers.

Draco whimpered as his treacherous organ hardened. He reached out quickly and caught her hand.

“You're a big boy,” Hermione purred as she touched his hot hard length.

Draco pulled her hand away from him.

“We shouldn't be doing this,” he answered, sitting up and capturing her lips for one last time.

"Hermione, I want us to wait for our Wedding Night."

Hermione put her hand back on him.

“But you are so hot, Draco. Perfect. Gorgeous. You make me wanton!” she protested.

Draco groaned a little as he stared at her heaving breasts. What was the point of the curse keeping him from his beloved? Her words were like music to his ears. He was delighted by every second of her wantonness. She was perfect, gorgeous too.

Draco lifted her off him.

"You make me very happy, Hermione," Draco said, standing up and refastening his trousers. "I promise our wedding night will be special."

Hermione pouted. This was the first time in her life when she had wanted sex, and he rejected her! What was wrong with her?

"I'll pick you up at 7:50 for breakfast in the morning."

But at least she had checked out the man she was going to marry.

Draco kissed each of her hands and silently cursed as he left the room.

Without a second thought, he went to his father's study. The old man needed to know that Hermione was taken.

Hermione sat and pouted in her room. Why did he reject her? What if he preferred men? Hermione giggled at the thought. That would be way unfortunate as he was such a delightful man. What if he were a virgin? Hermione giggled again; Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, Sex God Divine, a virgin on his wedding night. How silly. She could still remember the feeling of his silky skin and finely toned abs under her fingers.

He wasn't hairy. He smelled delicious. Draco Malfoy was so into her. He was just trying to be honorable. And he had a HUGE bit. She would need to have the wedding moved up. He was so nice. She still wished that she could have had him.

He did have some manners, was intelligent enough, and if nothing else worked, they'd have the sex.

She stripped off her dress and was in her bra and panties when a loud obnoxious meowing was heard at the door.

She didn’t need cat company now.

Lucius frowned holding Crookshanks.

He knocked on the door.

"Miss Granger, your familiar wants you."

“Just a moment, Mr. Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed, hastily looking for a robe. “Damn.”

Hermione moaned when all she found was a see through gauzy green robe. However, she frantically put it on, tying the knot tight on her waist.

Draco was not allowed to shop for her anymore if he couldn't pick something that would be decent for her to answer her bedroom door in.

On the other hand, she may be too occupied to answer the door when she was wed.

She pushed her hair back and opened the door.

“I'll just take Crooks. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, leaning out just a little.

"Are you well, Miss Granger?" Lucius asked concerned to see her reaching out with only an arm. "You aren't ill?"

“I am just fine. If you'd just hand me the cat...”

Lucius' worry of her safety caused the doors of her room to dematerialize to behind her. He had used Crookshanks as an excuse, as he needed to see the how the witch was after his son had left her disappointed. He could feel it emanating from her. Of course, keeping his own manners in check was difficult seeing the witch in lingerie and covered by just a joke of a robe was torture.

"Here is your cat," Lucius said, staring into her eyes.

"Just set him down," Hermione said, keeping her arms tight across her chest

“Oh, Crooksy-baby,” Hermione cooed, pressing the orange fur-ball to her chest.

Lucius was in a dilema. The polite thing to do would be to leave, but how could he leave when a temptress was standing there?

Hermione looked up at Lucius after kissing the cat's head

“Is there anything else I can help with, Mr. Malfoy?”

"No, but if you have need of anything, my dear, all you need to do is call upon me," Lucius bowed before he walked away.

“I shall remember, sir.”

Hermione shut the door and deposited Crookshanks on the bed. She hung her robe up on the footboard and looked down as her foot became entangled in something.

She smiled as she saw Draco’s robe lying there. She gathered it up into her arms and pressed her nose into it before wrapping it around her body.

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He smirked as he walked toward his study. The female's dress was laid neatly across the chair. That meant he was the first to see Hermione in that state of dress. Draco was a sloppy child. That meant Draco hadn’t seen his bride in her glorious nudity.

“Where the hell were you?” Draco huffed angrily as he encountered his father in the hallway.

Lucius frowned as he heard his child shout. He should have spanked Draco when he was a child. Then he would be more respectful. Less whiney.

“Where are your manners, boy?” Lucius asked, frowning.

"Where the HELL were yours?" Draco demanded, pushing his father a bit. "You were trying to feel up my fiancée!"

“What? How dare you to accuse me!”

"You were assaulting her with your eyes, almost drooling over her. She is mine!" Draco stomped his feet like a little boy.

“Nonsense,” Lucius huffed and passed the boy to enter his study.

"It is not! You were rubbing up and down her leg, but not allowing me to play with her. She is mine."

“You should behave with your fiancée. She is a lady not some floozy,” Lucius lectured, turning to the small bar and pondering about which drink to choose.

"Oh, but you, FATHER, can rub all up and down her body and get your dirty old man jollies from it. Hermione would never want you. Your old wrinkly bit can probably barely get up."

“Your mind is clouded with imaginary jealousy. It was I who pulled a few strings to match you!”

Lucius poured himself a glass of vintage brandy and leaned back into his favorite armchair. "Did you know that her perfect match, using international levels was Viktor Krum?"

Draco gaped. She was HIS!

"She is mine! You keep your dirty old man hands and knob to yourself! You've got a hand! You better learn to use it!" Draco said, and he looked around for something to throw.

“I will not stoop so low as to hex my own son. She felt more safe when she was looking at me. Odd, how she didn’t want to stare at her fiancé?'

"You tried to kill her, Mr. Death Eater! What did you do to her? She will love me," Draco said, crossing his arms and puffing his lips out.

“I was under the Imperius, it has been proven in court, my dear almost Death Eater son.”

“I'm co-Head Auror!” Draco roared. “I share an office with Saint Potter!”

"Oh dear boy," Lucius said, pouring himself a brandy. "You have no finesse with the fairer sex. What do you think you will do? You think Miss Granger responds to 'Me man. You woman. Me get food. You take care of baby.' Grow the hell up. And about Saint Potter. I think he may have just wanted to have an excuse to keep you close. He is always staring at you like you are a Christmas present of sorts."

“Father, now that was disgusting. Potter is just...a very friendly person. And I will treat Hermione like a princess. I am not a caveman.”

"Which is why he pats your arse at times? Maybe you like it?”

Draco hurled an ornate cushion towards Lucius.

“I can actually take over the engagement. And marry her,” Lucius threatened. “It is in the terms of the contracts. She is quite the lovely little vixen. I applaud your taste in robes. You can see how well groomed she is and those beautiful nipples that tightened as I spoke to her."

“She's mine!” Draco growled and clawed his father's robes. “You can insinuate all you want about me being a poof, but it's not true! I've always wanted her! YOU ruined my chances with her at school, so now just shut up, old man!”

"Did you sleep with Potter to get your job?"

"You know that I can't do anything of the sort.”

“Pity,” Lucius smirked. “Shall I have cause to pleasure the delicious Miss Granger in your stead?”

"You can't do anything either!" Draco gloated.

"Oh, poor Boy, I don't have to stick my cock in her to pleasure her. She is more than able to service me as well.”

“You will not touch her! She's delicate. She needs a strong, gentle man, not some old punter with wrinkly skin and saggy balls.”

"Draco, please. You don't have a damn clue what you are doing. Your mother, while a frigid bitch most of the time, always melted in my bed."

“So, why did McNair warm her bed when you were away on business?”

"She was a common prostitute. I can't help that. Married me for my money."

“Well, MY WIFE is going to love ME and ONLY me!”

"Which is why she rubbed herself close to me.”

“She was just being nice,” Draco protested.

Lucius smirked as he thought of the oath he would have the girl take, one of loyalty to the Malfoy family.

“Maybe I was wrong in putting you on the heterosexual wizard list? I am sure your sweet Potter is pining. I am certainly capable of providing a child in your stead.”

"You bastard!" Draco yelled, whipping his wand out.

Lucius disarmed Draco nonverbally. The boy was so easy to rile on.

"Listen here, I haven't touched your Miss Granger or led her to believe that I desire her. If she desires me..."

“She does not! I shall forbid her to leave my bed!!!”

“That's very caveman-like of you. Now, you make me wonder if it would've been better if you had to offer your bum to Potter.”

POP.

A little house-elf was in the room. She trembled.

"Master," she spoke in a high squeaky voice.

“Yes?” both Malfoys replied in unison, annoyed at the intrusion.

"The Mistress is having a nightmare and is crying out. We house-elves is upset."

Draco took off out the door while his father just smiled and popped over.

Hermione was thrashing in her sleep. The duvet was on the floor, and she appeared to have cocooned herself into what looked like Draco's robe.

She moaned loudly as she buried her face in the robe.

"Draco," she called out, "oh Draco!"

She was wearing a scrap of fabric which was pretending to be a nightie. In Lucius' humble opinion, it was a seduction device.

“Why did you reject me, Draco?” the witch sobbed in her fitful sleep.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Draco's voice shouted from behind the door.

Lucius flicked his wand at the door to silence the brat.

"Well, well, Miss Granger. It's just the two of us."

The witch was still asleep, so he gently took her in his arms and cradled her close to his chest.

She tore at his robes and sniffed at him.

Lucius groaned as his bit rose. So wanton. So beautiful.

“Draco...mmm...” she murmured, burying her face in his shoulder.

"It's Lucius," he leaned down and whispered to her.

“Doesn't matter,” she mumbled and pushed herself closer.

He almost yelped when a hand grabbed him over his trousers.

He gasped as she worked his pants open. He shifted more up on the bed moving her so she was between his thighs.

“Such a sexy man,” she whispered, letting her hands wander into his trousers.

"It matters," Lucius hissed as he grabbed her hand. "Tell me my name. I won't be touched by a woman moaning my son's name."

“Draco,” she mumbled.

Lucius picked her up and dropped her gently in a heap on the bed. He slid off the bed and pulled his trousers up. Stupid little chit.

It was bad enough that Narcissa had cried out another man's name the last time he had been with her. Now, this one kept crying for Draco. The little brat didn't even know how to please a woman. What was wrong with him? He was an attractive man. He was wealthy. He should have to beat them off him.

Lucius knew that sooner or later the little chit would be bored. After all, she was getting a virgin boy. More bravado than skill. She would not like uncontrolled ejaculations and lack of orgasms for her.

Hermione sobbed, "Draco."

Lucius removed the wards from her room. She shall get what she wanted.

Draco had been pounding on the door like a mad man. What was his father doing in there? When the door gave in, he almost fell on his face, but regained balance fast.

Lucius looked down at the boy. "Tend to her; all she moans about is you!" Lucius stomped down the hallway. He would content himself with drink.

“I told you, Father. She is mine. You can have Potter if you want,” Draco smirked as he ran to her bed.

Lucius kicked his boy's arse knocking him back down.

"She'll be bored soon. Little Virgin Prince."

“I read a lot about it! I know everything. She will moan for me!”

"You know nothing," Lucius said, slamming the door in his fury.

Lucius stomped away. There was a perfectly fine vintage spirit waiting for him in the study. Patience was a virtue. Soon the little chit would come to him. And she would beg him for his talents.

Draco stared at Hermione as she tossed and turned all wrapped up in his robe.

"Draco! Why did you leave me?" Hermione cried, reaching out and moaning.

“I left because it wasn't proper.”

Hermione wiggled a bit. Her nightgown had worked its way off of one of her breasts. Draco felt himself almost drooling as she tossed about.

"Draco."

‘I'm here, sweet,” he purred, bringing the strap of the nightie back into the right position. It did no good to get all hard when he couldn’t have her.

Hermione jerked awake, and her arms latched around him and tugged him close.

“I can't stay, Love. Father would have a fit.”

"I won't forget if you go," Hermione moaned, tugging at his belt.

“Love, we shouldn't be doing this,” he protested, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it.

"Mine," Hermione moaned as she grabbed his package.

“Yes Love, I'm all yours. You should sleep.”

"Stay," Hermione whispered. "No go."

“But what would everyone say?” Draco asked, really wanting to stay.

"Not like I have not done it before." She snuggled Draco.

“It's not about that, Love…Tradition says...”

"Bugger Tradition."

“Hermione...” Draco wanted to protest, but he didn't...as her arms wrapped around him in a tight grip.

“Draco,” she said, “Stay here? Just for a cuddle? I don't want to feel alone.”

"It's not fitting," Draco said. "But we can have our wedding moved up."

“Please? I promise I will not grab your delicious bit?”

Draco flushed.

"Please, I want us to do everything right. We will be married by the week's end if it is your desire."

“I just want a cuddle!” she pouted.

"I will cuddle until you fall asleep, Love," Draco said, drawing her close to his chest.

“Can you cuddle me all night? You feel so nice...and…I feel safe with you. This house still seems scary to me.'

"I will stay the night, but I won't cuddle in the bed. It isn't fitting."

Hermione kissed the underside of his chin and plucked at his collar.

“No one will know! I won't tell them. I can never sleep in a new place. And I feel so strangely attracted to you. I should be angry and raging, yet here I am begging you to stay.”

"I won't be disrespectful to you. I would know. I will stay but not in the bed with you."

“But we're engaged, Draco...and if I ask nicely?” she begged, smiling as her hand plucked at his shirt buttons. “This will help us to bond, understand each other.”

"We will have the rest of our life's to sleep in the same bed," Draco said, biting his lip as Hermione slid his hand around to rest on her bottom.

“Why don't we star to share the bed now? Just innocently?”

"Please respect me, Hermione.”

“I do respect you,” she pouted and jumped from the bed.

"Hermione, don't be like that."

"You are trying to talk me into doing something that I don't think is right."

“I am just...” she stifled a sob and sat at her dressing table. “I never want to be close to a man. With Ron.. it was a feeling of duty. I felt I had to be with him, even though I wasn't happy. You...I have hated you, but now it is very difficult to do so. You attract me.” She held her head in her hands and sobbed.

"And if the rumors have any credence, you know how to please a woman. I want..."

Draco drew her to him.

“I just want to do what's right. Hermione, you stole my heart long ago. It might've seemed that I don't like you, but it was all just show.”

"I can't share your bed, but I will remain in the room. And I will move our wedding up if it pleases you," Draco said, tilting her chin up and kissing her.

“I want us to be happy, Draco,” she said, looking up at him.

"I won't be happy if I share a bed with you before our marriage."

“Alright, I understand,” she sighed, “but it doesn't mean I will not get my revenge on you for that.”

Draco smiled at her. "I hope I can earn your forgiveness, m' lady."

“You will have to work for it,” she grinned. “Am I allowed to hug you?”

"Always, hugging is good and kissing from the neck up is okay."

“Was that an invitation?” she smiled cheekily. There was just something about him...of course, she knew she couldn't be liking him this much.

"I think that it is time for bed, but if we wake up in the morning. Then we certainly can.”

Draco's mind was already forming a plan. They would have to talk to Lucius about the wedding. So they could have a make-out session there.

On the old man's couch in his study would be good. Letting his old man watch Hermione grope his bits would be good as well.

Things were going a million times better than he had expected. Maybe all the long hours in the Auror Gym were finally paying off?

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