The shade of light

Title: The Shade of Light

Summary: Voldemort takes over Hogwarts and makes Draco his heir, but Draco spies for the light... Things get even worse when Hermione becomes his slave. He loves her but Voldemort can\'t find out about it...

*Special thanks to my lovely beta-reader: Sanji(Love you!!)*

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Chapter 8: Kisses and vows

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The whole day Draco couldn’t think of anything but the kisses he shared with Hermione. The satisfied and loved feeling he felt when she responded to his longing kisses. Every now and then, he traced his lips with his tongue, hoping he would taste Hermione on his lips.

When he exited the bathroom, Pansy had been furious. Telling him that she would marry him for the 5th time and that her life would be like she always wanted it to be. She would be powerful, carrying the next Voldemort inside of her and raise the boy until he was old enough to take over Draco’s responsibilities. They wouldn’t stop trying until she was pregnant with a boy; the girls would be deleted.

When Draco told her that he would rather die than sleeping with her, she had told him that she would rape him if he didn’t co-operate. It sent shivers through Draco’s spine when he thought about it. It wasn’t as if he was scared of Pansy, but he didn’t want to think about him being raped by her. He knew that she would manage to do so, with Voldemort and his father on her side. Not that it would get to that level. If he didn’t want to get Voldemort suspicious, he would have to sleep with her.

He had just had a meeting with Voldemort himself. He told Voldemort how he had failed to catch Harry Potter. Voldemort wasn’t pleased, but somehow Draco noticed that he was pleased with the fact that he did look for Harry. Voldemort also told him what he would wear during his marriage and what he had to say during it. It was going to be a very big celebration, which annoyed Draco. He didn’t want a big celebration; he didn’t want anyone to know about his marriage.

Draco entered his room again and saw that Pansy was lying on his bed, while Hermione was cutting her toenails. A furious Draco marched towards the bed, not even hearing the artificially sweet voice of Pansy saying hello.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Draco asked, angrily.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “What is it this time, honey?”

“Granger isn’t your slave yet!” Draco spat, grabbing the nail scissors Hermione was holding in her hands.

Pansy raised her eyebrows before pouting. “I don’t have anyone else to do it and besides I live here now too.”

“For the last time; you don’t live here!” Draco snapped. This wasn’t going as planned.
“That’s too bad. I want to live here, so I will!” Pansy said, glaring at him.

Draco sighed. He had to get this woman out of his room, or he would go mad. “Haven’t you heard of traditions? You’re not allowed to see your wife before the wedding. Besides what would be the fun if you already lived here. I wouldn’t have to carry you over the threshold.” he said, smiling sweetly.

This seemed to work, because Pansy suddenly had a huge smile on her face. “Oh Dracy, I always knew you were romantic! You’re absolutely right. I guess I could wait one more night...”

Draco let out a relieved sigh, watching Pansy skip out of the room after giving him a -for Draco’s doing- far too long kiss.

Draco turned around, somewhat embarrassed. He wanted to run inside the bathroom and hide, but didn’e wae wasn’t the person who would hide in this kind of situation. He was the person who got drunk and that was exactly what he was going to do. Making up his mind, he walked to the closet, where all kinds of bottles were stored behind a door made of glass.

Draco couldn’t make up which bottle contained the strongest amount of alcohol, so he grabbed a few bottles and a glass. In the cornf hif his eye, he saw that Hermione was eyeing him strangely and shrugged inwardly. He was going to get drunk and forget his problems for a few hours. He could always cast a sobering spell on himself, if things got to the extremes. Or a spell for his headache afterwards.

He examined the bottles and decided to just mix them all. He didn’t notice that Hermione was standing next to him, until she began to tap with her foot.

“It’s not polite to drink alone, when someone else is in the room...” she pointed out, smiling slightly and looking to the glass standing on the table.

Draco snorted. “I didn’t know you fancied a drink. I thought you would be too decent to actually get drunk.”

“Who said I was going to get drunk?” Hermione asked, getting herself a glass.

“Well, you know it’s impolite to reject a drink and I’m sto stopping until I’m utterly drunk.” Draco smiled.

“So be it.” Hermione smirked, giving Draco her glass to fill.

Draco stared at the glass, stunned for a few seconds. Hermione was actually saying she was fine with getting drunk. “You keep surprising me.” Draco muttered, shaking his head. He poured the glass full and handed it back to her.

“Don’t you have some kind of bachelor party to attend?” Hermione asked, taking the glass.

“Nope,” Draco said bitterly. “I don’t have friends who do that for me.”

Hermione sat next to him and took his hand, much to Draco’s surprise. “We’ll just have to celebrate together.”

“What’s there to celebrate?” he asked, looking into his glass.

“That you’re going to marry the biggest, thickest snob in the world and that I get to be her slave, much to my delight, I might add.” Hermione said seriously, but then they both started to laugh.

“I’ll drink to that.” he smiled, raising his glass to meet her glass in the air. He emptied it in one gulp and to his surprise Hermione was doing the same. He felt the alcohol burn his throat and tears prickled his eyes.

When Hermione swallowed her drink, she started to cough terribly. Tears spilled out of her eyes, while she patted her chest.

Draco laughed and patted her back. “Strong isn’t it?”

“How could you drink this stuff?” Hermione asked, still couching slightly.

“Just drink it often.” Draco answered, simply.

“Give me another one,” she ordered, giving him her glass. “Now I want that greenish stuff.”

“Your wish is my command.” Draco grinned.

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A few bottles later...

“Well, obviously you’re drunk.” Hermione giggled, lying with her head on Draco’s lap. Staring at the roof, while Draco’s head occasionally blocked her view.

“I am not drunk!” Draco exclaimed indignantly, while he mock glared.

“Give me your wand.” Hermione ordered.

Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m not giving you my wand. You’ll break free and I’ll be stuck here all by my self.”

Hermione groaned. “You’re no fun!”

“I’m loads of fun.” Draco winked, taking another sip from his drink. “We could have some fun.”

Hermione stared at him for a second before she started to giggle and slapped Draco on his head. “You’re going to get married tomorrow, we can’t do that.”

“Says who?”

“I don’t know! The one who invented marriage!”

“Yes... well the one who invented marriage must be an idiot!”

“Well that doesn’t stop him from being right.”

“He is not right! I’m not married yet, I’m not legally engaged and Hell, I don’t love her! So I’m allowed to.” Draco said stubbornly.

“Fine.” Hermione smiled.

There was a silence. Draco was playing with Hermione’s hair, while she was looking at him. After a few minutes she snapped, “I’m waiting!”

Draco looked down at her and smirked. “But I thought you didn’t want to.” he said with mock innocence.

Hermione rolled his eyes and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his warm breath on her lips, while she looked into his eager eyes. “You’re a tease.” she whispered, making Draco’s lips curl up.

“Am I now?” Draco whispered back, while Hermione sat up. Their eye contact never broke, nor did the small distance between their lips.

“Yes, now are you going to kiss me already?” she said, somewhat impatiently.

Draco grinned and pulled her closer, until she was straddling his lap. He started to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of red marks, before he moved to her eagerly waiting lips.

Her hands were entangled in his hair, while she watched him come closer to her lips. The touch of his lips on her skin made her stomach flutter. She wanted him bad and knew it wasn’t just the alcohol.

Their lips met, when Draco nibbled softly on her bottom lip. His tongue tickled her lips, before he claimed them with hHis His tongue invaded her mouth. He could taste the drinks she had, but it didn’t matter. Their tongues played for a minute, before the kiss ended. Both of them were panting softly, looking into each others eyes.

Hermione’s hands made their way down to the waistband of his pants as she tugged the shirt out of it. She eagerly unzipped his pants, never losing eye contact with him.

Draco’s groaned when she started to move her hips, sliding his own hands up further under her shirt. He gently touched her breasts, squeezing delicately. He was rewarded when she moaned. He nuzzled her cheek, neck and shoulders.

Hermione looked at him with desire in her eyes. He understood her message and stood up with some trouble, because she was still sitting on his lap. She clung to him as he stood up and made his way to the bed.

They both collapsed on the bed, still in each others arms.

“You’re so beautiful.” he said, his voice husky.

She blushed slightly. “Draco, touch me.” she whispered softly against his lips. “I need you to touch me.”

Draco rolled over so he was on top and looked down, smiling at her. She looked so beautiful with her hair a little messed up and her cheeks flushed. Her big eyes were watching his every move, her lips were red and swollen from the kisses they shared. While he kissed her, he shifted his weight so they were lying side by side.

He leaned on his elbow while he caressed her cheek, smiling at her. She smiled back slightly, looking to him with eyes full of passion. He pulled off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her creamy skin.

His raised his hand to caress her chest, which was going up and down rapidly. With his nails, he tickled the skin at the edge of her breasts. His tickling made her giggle and most importantly long for more.

Draco moved closer to kiss her again. His tongue flicked out at her neck and shoulders, slowly making his way down. Along her collarbone and back, rewarded by soft gasps. They both sat up a little, Hermione giving Draco excess to the clasp of her bra. His hands moved over her back, fumbling with her bar as he found the clasp. Shortly, they both heard a soft ‘click’. His hands moved onto her shoulders, pressing their bodies together, before he let her fall on the bed. He moved the straps off her shoulders and took off her bra.

He wanted to feel skin on skin, so quickly he removed hisrt art and moved on top of her. They stayed like this for a while. Draco caressing Hermione’s cheek and neck. Hermione’s fingers playing with his lips.
“I want to feel you.” came a the short explanation she gave him. His pants had gone off long ago, when they made their way to the bed. They’d fallen to his ankles and he had simply stepped out of them. Now only wearing his boxers.

She moved her leg between his, making him groan. His hands were roaming up and down her body.

Draco moved his hands down her waist to her hips and her thighs to end by her knees, taking her panties with him. After that Draco pushed down his own boxers, while Hermione kicked off her panties.

The fact that Hermione realised that there was nothing between them anymore, skin on skin, made her stomach flutter. Her heartbeat increased, as she looked into Draco’s longing eyes. She felt a jolt of pleasure when he started to stroke her inner thighs and gasped when two fingers slipped inside her. She giggled with pleasure and need.

Draco looked at her and Hermione understood his silent plea and nodded. Draco possessed her for the second time in his life. Though this time was much better, it was willingly.

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They lay next to each other; their body’s entangled.

“What’s going to happen when you’re married?” she asked, blushing slightly.

“I don’t know.” he confessed, tracing her cheekbone with his finger.

“Draco...” she whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Mmm?” Draco asked, caressing her back.

“I don’t think...I mean...would you please...” Hermione stuttered, looking away.

Draco frowned and tried to find her eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s just that...” Hermione whispered, now blushing in crimson.

“What?” Draco asked concerned. “You can tell me.”

“I think I’ll go mad with jealously if I keep seeing you two together...” Hermione confessed, her head as red as a tomato.

Draco grinned. “You’re so adorable. Listen to me, you don’t have to be jealous about what Pansy and I have. It’s nothing but a contract.” Draco explained, kissing her cheek.

“But you have to sleep with her!” Hermione exclaimed.

Draco remained silent for a while; it was true. He pressed Hermione against himself and whispered, “I’ll be picturing you in front of me every single time.”

Hermione sighed and kissed him.

~*~

The next morning around ten o’clock, Luciume tme to collect his son.

“Draco? Are you ready for your big day?” he asked, standing in front of the door.

“Yes father.” Draco answered, opening the door. He couldn’t sleep that night, so he had changed around five in the morning. Dreading the sun to come up. He had talked to Dumbledore and Harry through the parchment about Weasley and other things. The potion Severus made for him was safe in his pocket.

His father smiled proudly and gave him a loose hug. “You look like a gentleman.”

Draco smiled weakly; his feet felt like two gigantic stones. Reluctantly he walked behind his father, glancing once more at the sleeping Hermione. He’d put a sleeping spell on her, making sure she wasn’t awake when he left. It would be far too hard.

They made their way to the Great Hall, which was all decorated for the ‘Big Day’.

“You know what to do and say, right?” Lucius asked, as they both walked towards the big table at the back of the Great Hall.

“Yes father.” Draco answered nervously. The guests were already arriving. Death Eaters in black cloaks were sliding through the room, finding a seat. There were lots of them. Draco knew that some of them even brought their wives. This was going to be the feast of the decade. It didn’t happen too often that the heir of The Dark Lord was getting married. The dark lord explained that to me already.
“I want to talk about that with you. You’ve been acting strange lately, as if you’re not yourself. What is going on between you and that mudblood? Pansy’s complaining about the affection you seem to have for her. Explain that to me, Draconis. I will not have my son showing his affection for a simple mudblood. Haven’t I always told you to take the best? Obviously, Pansy is the best wife for you. She’s got a powerful family, she’s pretty and the Dark Lord seems to like her a lot, what more do you want?” Lucius asked his son, looking sternly.

“What about love?” Draco asked, knowing he crossed the line as soon as the words left his lips.

“Love? Draco, there is no such thing as love in a marriage. Not in the world you are living in. This is all your mother’s fault. She’s been drugging your mind with her stupid love stories. Love is nothing, Draco. Power is everything. Remember that instead of those fairy tales!” Lucius said fuming, his face flushed.

Draco nodded obediently, “Yes father, I will.”

Lucius looked somewhat relieved and bowed slightly before leaving Draco alone in front of the Great Hall.

Draco looked around nervously; he shouldn’t have mentioned love in front of his father. He knew his father’s heart was black, as was his mother’s. He rolled his eyes when he remembered what his father had said. He imagined his mother telling him fairy tales and snorted. His mother never did such a thing; she left the bedtime stories for the house elves. She probably thought that she was far too good to do such a thing, to even show some affection to her child. Sometimes his father did that, like the loose hug they shared.

Draco had always tried to please his father, and now, when he didn’t want to, he finally did so.---this sentence is confusing. I think it’s the “finally did so” part that confuses me. Are you saying that he never wanted to please his father and now he was? Or that he always wanted to please his father but now he didn’t want to but he would anyway?-- It was rather ironic, when you thought about it.

The Great Hall was nearly full when Voldemort himself made his entrance. His cloak billowed behind him as Draco heard many people gasp. He bowed deep when Voldemort stopped in front of him.

“Looking forward to this, Draco?” Voldemort asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes, Master. Very much,” Draco answered, looking up again.

“Good,” Voldemort smirked slightly, and then he turned around and said with a loud voice, “Get the bride!”

Draco knew that Voldemort was performing the ceremony. He followed Voldemort, who was leading the way. Silently they both waited until the music began to play and everyone turned around to see the bride.

Draco followed everyone’s gaze and saw Pansy walking up to him, together with her father. As she told him the day before.

She approached him and gave him a peck on his lips, before they both turned to face Voldemort.

“Followers, we are gathered here today, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony. If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace,”

Draco growled silently when no one spoke. Not that he really expected someone to.

Voldemort smirked and continued.

“Draconis Lucius Malfoy Wilt thou have this Woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together after Merlin\'s ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”

Draco swallowed and took ap brp breath before answering, almost whispering, “I will.”


Draco turned to look at Pansy and noticed she was actually beaming at him. ‘Well at least one of us is happy...’ he thought sarcastically.

“Pansy Patricia Parkinson wilt thou have this Man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after Merlin\'s ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”

Pansy smiled sweetly and answered, “I will.”


Pansy quickly grabbed Draco’s right hand, as if she was in some kind of rush, signalling Voldemort to continue.

“Draconis Lucius Malfoy, repeat after me,” Voldemort continued. “I Draconis Lucius Malfoy take thee Pansy Particia Parkinson to my wedded wife,”

“I Draconis Lucius Malfoy take thee Pansy Patricia Parkingson to my wedded wife,” Draco almost muttered, while Pansy was squeezing his hand, urging him to speak louder.

“To have and to hold from this day forward,”

“To have and to hold from this day forward,” Draco repeated, this time louder.

“For richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,”

“For richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,” Draco felt as if he couldn’t breathe. This would probably ruin his whole life.

“To love and to cherish, till death us do part,”

Draco tried to relax, but he couldn’t help the fact that it became harder to breathe and that his breath quickened.

“Draco!” Pansy glared, looking furious.

“To love and to cherish, till death us do part,” Draco said quickly, hoping he had said it correctly

“According to God\'s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.”

“According to Merlin’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.” Draco finished with a soft sigh.

Pansy let go of his hand, and quickly switched them.


“Pansy Patricia Parkinson, repeat after me,” Voldemort said, smirking. “I Pansy Patricia Parkinson take thee Draconis Lucius Malfoy to be my wedded husband,”

Pansy smiled and repeated,

“I Pansy Patricia Parkinson take thee Draconis Lucius Malfoy to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to Merlin’s holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth. I practised,” She explained herself, still smiling sickening.

“The rings!” Voldemort said, signalling a little boy to come forward.

‘We have rings? Probably totally distasteful things!’ Draco thought, not believing the fact that he was actually marrying Pansy. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to relax.

They exchanged rings, which were very horrible things, as Draco had predicted. They were far too big, he had always liked a thin gold one, but these were absolutely disgusting. They were practically shouting ‘LOOK AT ME!!! I’M PANSY’S HUSBAND!’

Of course o hao had to repeat some things, while he was putting the ring around Pansy’s finger. It all happened in a blur. Draco totally missed Voldemort saying,

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,”

But he knew it when he felt Pansy’s wet, sticky lips pushing against his so hard that he could taste some blood in his mouth. Pansy hugged him tightly, as Draco heard everyone applause.

“Oh Dracy! I’m so happy! We’re married! Can you believe that?” Pansy smiled at him.

“No... I can’t,” Draco growled, but smiled when he saw Voldemort looking at them. Quickly he gave Pansy a little kiss, while inside he was screaming.

He had just married the woman he hated and wished he could just disappear. But, no, of course not, everyone had to congratulate him and according to Pansy there would be a big party afterwards.

He sighed and thought of Hermione, who was probably waking up right now.

What he didn’t know was that Voldemort sneaked away, during the feast, to pay his Hermione a little visit.


~*~

I’m so cruel! I’m so cruel! I kept you waiting for almost two months and now I’m leaving you with a terrible Cliff-hanger. I’m sorry! –looks ashamed- You must have thought I died or something like that. I’m really truly sorry, but everything is just going so fast. Time is just slipping away and I have the feeling that I’m the only one who’s standing still. Everyone else is moving and choosing to which university they’re going and I don’t even know what I want to do anymore!

Please Review, they make me feel a lot better!

Cherish