When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Reviewers:

TehMandaboo - I can update quickly as I have a couple of chapters pre-written. I am glad I made you laugh! There's more coming!

SomewhatGlutinous - Hermione can't remember what has happened when she was under the influence of the potion as to due to the magic mushroom in it, the memories are unstable.

Coipje -Lucius is delicious, but isn't hopelessly in love draco just as delish?

angeles- Our dear handsome Draco is desperarate, that's why he's so clever! Don't you heart him too?

wudelfin -Severus is a SLytherin so he does not think that he is doing hermione any harm. he wants to be with Remus, at any cist.

Panther Eyes- Orlando Bloom is cute. Lucius says nasty boils on the crotch are not nice! What Lucius knows or not knows about what Draco did remain secret, as he is still upset that boils are nice! Draco would not be happy only having her love with the potion, yet he is so desperate that he wants to experience how it is to be loved.

margaritama -I love crazy in love draco too! And his witch is a handful! But they are meant to be together, it just won't be all that easy!

linmo-Isn't life always a mess?

Gryffindor_Slytherin -Draco is a darling! So is Lucius! There will be more to find out about the pregnancy and you will see what Draco learns throughhis desperate journey to gain her love.

The Lady Jones -There is a lot, lot more to come!

Ox King- Would Hermione really want to leave her life as a witch behind? No doubt the ministry would track her down somehow. I am sorry you didn't love this fic.

ucdevil -Draco is a major prat! There's a lot more to come.

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Chapter 7 - Bedroom Politics

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Draco paced his room furiously. It just wasn't bloody fair. He had to feed her more of that potion. Then he would bed her. She would love him if he had her intimately. What was it with his father and 'earning' her? He was a Malfoy. She should give herself to him on a silver plated tray if he so demanded. His choosing her was an honor!

He had to devise a plan to feed her the potion. Maybe not a full dosage, but having her even half way agreeable was acceptable.

After all, she hadn't started whaling on him earlier. But she had removed his ring. That hurt. She wasn't allowed to do that anymore. She had to put it back on. Maybe he could make her swear an oath to keep it on her finger at all times.

Draco paced outside her door, trying to figure out how to break the wards.

He put his ear to the door when he heard a noise from within.

Hermione sighed in the warm bed. She giggled.

"Severus."

Draco let out a noise between a hiss and a growl as he heard her say another man's name. She was meant to be his! If his father had not thwarted his plan, they would be happy together.

"What are you doing, Draco?" his mother asked, looking at him as he paced in a circle with his arms crossed and glared at the door from time to time.

“I am trying to get into my fiancée's room,” he grumbled.

"Draco, did you drug her?" his mother asked, walking up and taking his face. "Did you take advantage of her being drugged?"

Draco accepted his mother's hands on his face. He pressed his cheeks close.

"It's not supposed to be this way," he pouted as his mother pulled him into a hug.

“Did you drug her, Baby?” Narcissa asked softly shaking his face a little.

"I didn't give her anything. She ran off, and when she came back, she was that way. I didn't give her anything, Mother."

“I believe you, Sweetheart. Just your father doesn't believe that.”

"I want to be near her," Draco pouted, and he pulled out the ring. "She said she would marry me and then she gave the ring back. Why did she do that, Mother? I am a good wizard. I am kind to her. She has no reason to be so nasty to me."

“Maybe she is still confused. Give her time.”

"It's so difficult," Draco moaned, and he leaned into his mother. "Would it be so terrible to give her a potion just to open her mind to me, or to make her just less violent? I want to cry when she hits me." He played with his mother's sleeve. "Not because it physically hurts. But it hurts my feelings. She is so pretty and wonderful and kind and sweet. And she hates me! I'm not the same little boy I was at Hogwarts. She supports giving others second chances, as long as they aren't me."

“But maybe she will come around? I know I did not like your father back then. I thought he was too pretty.”

"But you and Father are different. He was a pest. I've not hexed her friends since Hogwarts. I've tried to be nice in asking her out. I gave her presents. She incinerated the flowers that I sent for her. They were blue irises. She wore a shirt with those flowers on it one day to work."

“Oh my Angel,” Narcissa said and petted his hair when Draco broke out in sobs.

"I know that she thinks I profile magical creatures, but I took the cases for an excuse to get her to talk to me and look at me. But she would never be nice. Told me I was gross."

“Did you do anything to enrage her?”

"I did get a hippogriff killed purposely and laughed about it to her face while I was at Hogwarts. She liked the half-giant."

“She's all grown up now. I think she can leave the past behind.”

"I've tried to show her that I've grown up," Draco said, sighing and pushing his mother's hand away. He wanted it to be a different witch's hand. "But she always throws things back in my face."

“Maybe she does need a calming potion. She does seem very upset and violent towards you.”

"Can't I just see her?" Draco asked with his face in his mother's neck.

“Lucius would be very mad at you if you did something to her. He believes you have to earn her graces. And I agree with him there.”

"I just want to see her, Mother. I will not force anything. Father thinks I am brat!" Draco pouted into his mother's neck. "But I just want her to be willing to give me a chance. But you know how stubborn Gryffindors are."

“Yes, I know how much you suffer, Darling. Tell me, do you love her?”

"More than anything. She is so pretty, and so good to her friends and those for whom she cares."

“And you want her to love you, too?”

"I deserve her love as well. Don't I? Such a sweet witch."

“Yes, my sweetheart. She should love you for the good man you are.”

"No one could love her more than I."

“I know, Honey.”

“Will you let me into her room, Mother?” Draco asked, his eyes shining with tears.

“Do you promise not to hurt her?”

"I would never," Draco said, kissing his mother's cheek. "I just want to gaze at her. I won't touch her inappropriately."

“Your father does not approve of you being close to her. Should we go and ask him?”

"He wants me to be unhappy," Draco said, giving his mother his biggest and saddest eyes.

“Oh Darling,” Narcissa said, hugging Draco.

Draco gave the door a sad look and ran his hand over it.

“I could let you in if you promise not to harm her or force yourself onto her. If you do, you will be propelled out of the room,” Narcissa warned.

"I love you, Mother," Draco said, smiling at her and wiping his tears. "You are the kindest witch in the world to me."

“Don't tell your father I let you in. He will have a fit. Try to make your witch less violent for breakfast, okay?”

Draco jumped up and down and clapped his hands. Draco put his cheek on her shoulder again briefly before he skipped to Hermione's side. He sat down on the bed and gazed down on her adoringly.

Hermione turned a little in her sleep resting her cheek on her arm.

Draco ran his fingers over her cheek.

Hermione frowned and turned away from him.

Draco lay down next to her, situating himself over the covers.

Hermione breathed out heavily.

Hermione sighed and grabbed a handful of blankets in which to snuggle.

Draco moved closer to her, putting his arm around her middle.

“Oh Severus,” Hermione mumbled and moved closer tot he source of warmth in her bed.

"It's Draco," Draco whispered in her arms.

“Stinky ferret,” she mumbled sleepily. “Ugly, nasty. How can he do this to me?”

"You love Draco," Draco whispered, pressing his lips to her. "He is handsome, regal, majestic, brave. He would give you everything. If you wanted the moon to be made of cheese and infested with magic mice, he would make it happen.”

"His father is handsome. He is icky."

“Lucius is old. Wrinkly. Draco is handsome. Gorgeous. A sex god,” Draco murmured.

Hermione frowned and turned. Who was talking to her and telling her Draco was wonderful?

“You will love Draco and make half a dozen beautiful babies with him.”

Hermione opened her eyes then. What nonsense was her dream? Not worth continuing. She turned and found herself staring into grey eyes.

She screamed.

“Hush, Love. Calm down!” Draco said softly.

Hermione screamed again and smacked at him.

“Darling, would you like some calming draught?” Draco asked, holding out a vial containing calming draught to her.

Hermione hit his nose with a balled up fist.

"MR. MALFOY!"

BANG!

Lucius stood there panting with his wand drawn.

“Get away from her, Draco!” Lucius ordered, his voice harsh.

Hermione cried out, and she leapt from the bed throwing herself behind Lucius. She panted and clutched her heart.

Draco screwed up his face and tried to glare at her.

“You have a lot to explain here, Boy!” Lucius snarled.

"Hermione, come here, to your Draco," Draco said with a pout, and he beckoned to her.

Hermione put her hands on Lucius' bare back and leaned into him shivering.

“No, you horrible ferret. I will not go to you. Feeling your slimy body next to mine is gross.”

"You said that you wanted me!" Draco said, motioning to himself with his hands.

“When did I say that? I have not said such a thing.” She glared at Draco wishing she had the gaze of a basilisk. Then Draco would be dead or at least petrified. He deserved it.

Draco pouted and stood up, "You will be nice to me!"

He stomped his foot.

“What, I need to be nice to you, Ferret? You are truly disgusting. How could anyone ever want to be with you?”

"What is wrong with you?" Draco asked as angry tears poured down his cheeks. "Why do you hate me?"

“Because of all the things you did in school! You called me Mudblood all the time! You enlarged my teeth!”

"You would never pay attention to me if I hadn't picked on you. And that spell was aimed at Potter!" Draco held his arms out.

“You know, I wish that Harry's Sectumsempra had killed you then!”

Draco began to cry loudly. "Why won't you give me a chance?"

“You don't deserve one. You are the last men I would ever want!” Hermione screamed.

Lucius stepped aside so they could argue. He shook. He remembered the screaming matches he used to have with Narcissa.

“Hermione, please. Give me a chance. I am not a stupid teenage boy anymore.”

"You are a nuisance. I may have to be near you, but I don't have to like it!"

“Darling, please. Come and hug me?” Draco rasped, his sight obscured by the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I will not. I don't want you to touch me!" Hermione said, stepping back.

Draco lowered his gaze and began to walk out of the room. He could not take the hatred any longer.

For a brief moment Hermione felt sorry for Draco, but she didn't act on it. He lied about her. He was a real jerk.

Lucius touched her arm. "I apologize for this incident, Miss Granger."

Hermione hugged Lucius tightly, ignoring the fact that the older man was shirtless.

He placed a hand on her back.

Draco looked back when he reached the door. He felt dagger enter his heart and twist in the wound. His beloved was lovingly hugging his father, but would not touch him.

"I bid you goodnight, my dear," Lucius said, gently backing from her. He didn't want Draco to hurt. But the hurt was already caused.

“Good night, Lord Malfoy,” Hermione said sweetly.

Draco whimpered and his lip trembled.

“Hermione, would you like a good night kiss?” Draco asked, his heart beating madly.

"You ask for a kiss when you were about to rape me?" Hermione accused pointing a finger at his nose.

"I would never rape a woman," Draco said, turning from her. "And I would never even yell an insult at you."

“What else were you intending to do in my bed?”

"I just wanted to snuggle you," Draco said, looking at her with his lower lip stuck out. "We snuggled last night."

“I doubt I was willing. You probably cast a dark spell on me.”

"I am an A-u-r-o-r. Auror! I don't do dark spells!"

“You are slimy Ferret. Ferrets do all kinds of nasties.”

"I'm a good wizard!"

"You and good make an oxymoron.”

Draco stepped closer to her.

“Is there at least one thing you like about me?”

"You have a nice desk, and you keep quite tidy records, even if you are bigoted against all those of less than pure background. But that's about it."

“And there's nothing you noticed about me? Not my desk?”

“I quite like your back,” she said thoughtfully.

"Oh, you like my arse," Draco said, nodding knowingly. "Well, I had hoped that you would be more mature and say something about my personality. But I will take you liking my arse."

"Language Draco," Lucius reprimanded, smacking his son's legs with his cane.

“No, I don't like your arse. I like seeing you leave!”

"So you like my arse in motion?"

“I like seeing you go!” Hermione growled. “Then I don't have to see your ugly mug!”

"You like my arse," Draco said, sullenly before he winked at her. "I would let you pinch if you asked." He turned around and offered his bottom to her.

Lucius took advantage and brought the cane down across Draco's bottom.

Hermione giggled.

Draco yelped and leapt away using his hands to shield his bottom from further abuse.

"You will not be so crass," Lucius said. "I will take a cane to your backside if you need it. I should have done it years ago."

Hermione giggled again. She liked how dangerous Lucius was.

"I'm too old to be spanked!" Draco declared before he ran down the hallway. He would tell his mother what his bad father did to him.

Hermione run and hugged Lucius. "You saved me from him!"

Lucius gently pushed her off, "Yes, but I think you were a bit hard on him."

“He deserves all he gets! Slimy, grimy bastard!”

“He does have some redeeming features. Try to see his reaction if you hug him willingly.”

"I don't want him to touch me. He lied about me. I don't know how he made the spell give a pregnancy reading, but he did."

Lucius decided not to comment on that.

“Just give him a tiny chance. He is not a bad person.”

"I don’t want to give him a chance. I don't want anything to do with him."

“According to the Marriage Board decision, you must. So I would recommend you choose the easy way.”

"They said I had to spend time with him. They didn't say I had to make it easy on him. They didn't say I even had to talk to him. So I won't."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and walked back to the bed.

“Please, Miss Granger, did you not see the hurt in his eyes? He truely cares deeply for you.”

"He likes causing hurt to others. It's about time someone gave him a taste of his own headache potion!"

Hermione's eyes shifted and she pushed a strand of hair back.

“Can you do me a favor, Miss Granger?”

Hermione looked at the sad grey eyes of the older blond wizard.

"What is the favor?"

“Would you go to Draco and talk to him? I think it would make his day. He is in a very fragile emotional state. Could you do that for me?”

"I don't want him to touch me," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

“You choose how to touch him. He loves you, even though he shows it the wrong way.”

Hermione sighed before her eyes narrowed and a fox like grin spread across her face. "Will you do something for me, Mr. Malfoy?"

“Yes, if you do for me this favor I request.”

"Very well," Hermione said. "I reserve my favor for a later date if you will give me a wizard's oath to perform it."

“I will only give a wizard's oath if you perform the favor tonight. It is extremely important for me,” Lucius said slowly, his voice soft and silky.

"Ok," Hermione said.

"And I wish to attach some stipulations to the oath," Lucius said, smiling at her. "You can't out Slytherin a Malfoy, Miss Granger."

Hermione grinned sheepishly.

Lucius smirked at her.

“Are you ready to take the oath?” Lucius asked.

"I will go to see Draco," Hermione said. "I am a Gryffindor! We are not prone to forgetting our word as we give it!"

"Not prone doesn't mean that it doesn't happen on occasion," Lucius said, smiling as he sat in the bed.

She was trying to play manipulation games with the big kids.

Hermione huffed. How could he have guessed her plan?

"Elementary, Miss Granger," Lucius said, tapping his forehead. “Draco tried to do the same thing at a tender age of three.”

“So let's outline what we want each other to do,” Hermione said determinedly.

“I want you to go to Draco and console him. You must give him a minimum of one hug.”
Hermione made a gagging noise.

“You are allowed to do more if you so wish,” Lucius added, “but that is the absolute minimum.”

"I want you to release me from the sham of a wedding contract. You are the head of the Malfoy family. You have the power to do that," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"I think not," Lucius said. "I will not give an oath to do anything that will cause harm to anyone now under my protection."

“Then I will not go to Draco!” she said and stomped her foot.

"Miss Granger," Lucius said calmly. "In your contract, no particular date is set for your marriage. It simply stipulates before the birth of Draco's and your child. As you claim you are not pregnant, the engagement can carry on for quite some time."

“You would not do that!” Hermione cried.

"Do what?" Lucius asked, looking into her eyes. "Delay your wedding for years, maybe. Remember at the present moment, if I took the notion into my mind, I could force you to marry me. Now, that is something I would never do, my Dear. I would never do that to Cissa. She puts breath in my lungs."

“But you are rather handsome,” Hermione giggled.

"So is Draco."

“His personality overshadows any looks.”

"You hardly know his real personality. Only what he has projected for you to see," Lucius said. "Not to mention what he believed I would want to see."

Hermione pouted. No way that there was more to Draco than met the eye.

"Give the boy a chance," Lucius said, putting his hand over hers.

“So you want me to go to him?”

"Yes," Lucius said, "And with some stipulations, I will give you an oath to perform a task for you at a later time."

“What kind of task?” she asked hopefully.

"The task is of your choosing, but my stipulations are not. I grant nothing that I feel is morally questionable or that would cause any type of physical or emotional harm to anyone under my care, including you, Narcissa, and Draco."

“Also, I will not release you from the impending marriage, no matter the circumstance.”

"What if Draco brings physical harm to me?" Hermione asked, and her eyes darted about slyly.

"He would never hurt you," Lucius said firmly taking her face and forcing her to look him in the eye.

“How can you be sure?”

"I know that Draco loves you. He wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to get you to be with him if he didn't. He has never spoken of any girl but you, and no Malfoy has ever brought a witch before the council that we did not love or intend to have and keep for our own. And by keep, I mean that he will protect you and stand by you and love you. No matter how badly you treat him, he will keep coming back for more. And soon you will realize that you are loving him and treating him well, and not really know how it happened."

“Is he a glutton for punishment?” Hermione asked, her brow raised.

"I was with Cissy, and you can go and talk to all the family portraits, each of whom will be happy to recount the tales of how their witches were won."

Hermione snorted. “Aren't Purebloods traditionally contracted to marry someone?”

"The contracts are formed in a manner similar to how yours was my dear. A male states his intentions, usually at the age of fifteen, to the Marriage Board. If the witch agrees, then courting begins. If not, usually the wizard gives up and choses another. No Malfoy has ever been willing to settle, and they will be utter nuisances to the witch they are after."

“Why would any witch settle for a Malfoy if he is a nuisance?”

"They don't settle," Lucius said, with a kind smile. "You should talk to Narcissa about our story."

“I will,” Hermione said determinedly.

“Will you go to the boy now?”

"Do I have your word for the oath?"

“Yes, you have with the aforementioned stipulations,” Lucius said softly. He loved his son and would do anything to make him happy.

Hermione sighed and reached for the night-robe Narcissa had brought for her. She wrapped it around herself and tied the sash.

"May I have my wand?" Hermione asked. "Draco took it earlier. "He is a thief."

Lucius flicked his wrist and her wand flew into the room.

"Now, I can give the little nasty a good hex," Hermione thought as she tucked it into her pocket.

"No hexing Draco undeservedly."

“Fine,” Hermione pouted, but she did not want to disobey Lucius.

“A little nicety toward him will go a long way.”

"He hasn't been nice to me yet," Hermione said, and she stalked down the hallway in the direction Draco had gone.

When she heard sobs coming from behind a door, she strode in, determined to give him a good talking to.

Where was he?

Draco sat with his face mostly behind the curtain staring out the window. He had his knees tucked to his chest and wiped his palm over his eyes every so often.

Hermione put her hand over her heart as she saw him all curled up with something on his lap. She walked toward him till he spoke holding up a rather ratty stuffed dragon.

"Why does she hate me, Snort?" he asked looking into the one remaining eye of the plush toy.

Hermione's heart hurt for a second.

Draco hugged the dragon, "She won't give me a chance."

Hermione walked quietly toward the blond wizard in the window seat.

“Am I ugly, Snort? I did think that I had some attractive features. I thought that if I smile more and ask her out she would like me.”

Draco hugged the ratty blue toy close and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

Hermione bit her lip as she looked at him. He was such a child, or so shy, talking to a stuffed toy about his problems. Hermione shook her head as she thought how nice it would be if he could confide in her. She frowned. He lied about her, and now she was being forced to be near him.

“When I sent her the toy kneazle, I was so ecstatic when she liked it. I saw her hugging it every day. She even liked the necklace I attached. But she would always frown when I smile at her.”

"Draco," Hermione said softly, reaching out and touching his hair.

Draco sobbed louder and squeezed the toy. “I am going mad, Snort. I am now hearing her voice, and I am not drunk.”

Hermione took him close. She couldn't take seeing him cry, not like this. Not so heartbroken.

"It's alright, Draco," Hermione whispered, rubbing his back.

“I am mad,” he cried, holding the toy close to his face.

Hermione combed her fingers through his hair. "I think we should talk."

She took his face and had him look at her.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away.

“Please, I can't take any more slurs from you.”

"Let's just talk, okay?" Hermione said, brushing his hair back.

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Well, that was chapter 7. Also a little math for you, the number of reviews I receive is directly proportional to how quickly I update!

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