Amorem Consentit

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Well, here it is, Chapter VIII! ENJOY!

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Hermione had tried to sleep, but she just couldn't find rest. She was used to have someone next to her, and being in a new place was still unsettling. She missed Draco already. Of course, she understood Lucius' need to implement rules, but it didn't mean that it made it easier for her.

Finally she got up and walked to the chaperone room.

She breathed out heavily and bit her lip before looking back at the bed and taking a few steps toward it.

She turned back to the door.

Knock. Knock.

She tapped the door lightly before hitting a bit louder.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“I'm coming!” Lucius said quickly throwing on his pajamas. Would not be good to scare the girl with the fact that he usually slept naked.

There was no backing out now. Hermione put her hand up to her forehead.

“What's the matter?” Lucius asked when he opened the door. His pajamas shirt still hung open as h hadn't bothered to button it up.

Hermione chewed on half of her lower lip.

Her eyes took in Lucius’ powerful build and pale exposed skin.

“Has anything happened?” he asked as he looked at the scantily clad witch. He didn't know whether to spank Draco for ordering her wardrobe to be so skimpy or congratulate him on the great choices.

Hermione shifted, and Lucius groaned when he caught sight of her tightening nipples.

“I can't sleep,” Hermione whined.

“Are you comfortable here in the Manor?” Lucius asked, carefully restraining himself from staring at her breasts.

They were large and quite wonderfully feminine.

Lucius wanted to know what it would be like to cup them in his hands.

“It's not that I am not comfortable. I'm just lonely. And since you aren't allowing Draco in my rooms...”

“I am just trying to follow tradition,” Lucius, said, diverting his eyes away from her chest. A few more glances at the ample cleavage would definitely manifest his approval in form of a most enormous bulge in his pajamas bottoms.

“I know,” Hermione said, biting her lip. “Can you stay with me? I’ve not slept in a room alone for the longest time.”

“It would be improper. Draco would not approve of this,” Lucius answered, not wanting to imagine how it would feel to have her curvy body pressed against his.

“Please, just till I fall asleep.”

Hermione took Lucius’ hand and drew it to her lips. She kissed each of his fingers gently.

Lucius cupped her cheek with his other hand.

That woman was a succubus in disguise, Lucius thought as he stifled a moan. She knew exactly what buttons to press to get what she wanted.

“I could read something to you. That might help you sleep,” he offered.

“Will you sit with me?” Hermione asked, tracing the line of a vein on the top of his hand.

“Alright,” he said, trying not to lose himself in the sensations of her touch.

She held his hand and led him to the bed.

“Will you read my favorite book to me? And maybe we should lie down; it will be more comfortable that way.”

“As you wish,” Lucius said as Hermione fluffed the pillows and picked up a book.

He looked at the witch holding a large tattered book and sighed. It was just too tempting to imagine that she was his woman.

Hermione climbed up onto the bed and sat on her knees pulling Lucius down onto the bed with her.

Lucius closed his eyes as he felt her hands slide on his shoulders and direct him back onto the fluffed pillows.

She climbed under the covers and pulled them up over Lucius and her.

“Maybe I should rather sit on the chair next to the bed?” he asked, trying to get away from the too comfortable feel of the warm bed with witch in it.

“No,” Hermione said, taking his arm and wrapping it around her. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Please stay.”

“But this is highly improper,” Lucius protested, trying not to moan at the delicious feel of her body close to his.

“I can’t sleep if I don’t have someone close. I need someone with me.”
Hermione draped her hand on his torso.
She turned so she was looking up at him, and his hand was on her hip as she pressed close.

“I don't think this is a good idea,” he murmured.

“I already feel better, Lucius.” She put an extra emphasis on his name.

“And when you'll read to me I will feel extra good. I love your voice,” she purred, stroking his chest slowly.

“What book would My Lady have me read to her?”

“My favorite book of all time!” she said and handed him her volume of Hogwarts, A History.

“Hogwarts: A History?

“Yes, because I love Hogwarts very much. I wish I could see a First Edition, but no one knows where they are,” she said and sighed sadly.

Lucius smiled brilliantly at her. “I think that I may be able to help you with that,” Lucius said, feeling his hand slide to her thigh.

“We have a First Edition in the library here,” he said smoothly. “It has been signed by Salazar Slytherin himself.”

“Don’t toy with me,” Hermione said, digging her nails into his shirt.

“It's true. We haven't told anyone, or else historians would never let us have our peace,” Lucius watched her reaction, and he liked her awe.

“Can you read it to me?”

To him, it was just a book. Sure, it had historical value and was a family heirloom worth millions of Galleons, but it was still a book.

“Please,” Hermione begged, tugging at the shirt causing another button to come loose.

“I will.... but maybe not tonight as we'd have to go all the way down to the library. Once you are a Malfoy, you will have access to the hidden section of the library. The most valuable tomes are meant to be accessible to the family members only. I think we had a copy of Merlin's Diary somewhere in there too.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around Lucius and shoved her lips against his before she even thought about it.

She kissed him gently, but the kiss was definitely more than just a pack. She couldn't help herself. He was so gorgeous. She'd always had a weakness for gorgeous men.

Lucius jerked a little and felt his breathing quicken. Before he knew it, he had her on her back with her between his legs and was peppering her neck.

“Do not tease me, witch,” he said breathlessly.

“I'm not teasing,” she answered hoarsely, a naughty glimmer in her eye.

She leaned up and clung to his shoulders breathing heavily.

“Do you know that you're a very handsome man? Especially when your cheeks are flushed so prettily?” she asked, cupping his cheek gently.
“You do not need to flatter me,” Lucius said, taking her hand and removing it.

“I'm not flattering you. Just being honest. And I've always wonder how it feels to be with a mature man...”

“This is not appropriate. I will read to you till I fall asleep,” Lucius squeezed her hand. “I don’t want to hurt my son.”

“But...” she pouted and made a very unhappy face. “I like you too. A lot. Why is that?”

“You are very sweet, Hermione, and you will have a happy life with Draco,” Lucius said, opening the book.

“But I want to know why I also feel attracted to you!” she protested as Lucius maneuvered her so that she would be resting besides him. She didn't like this position so she crawled up to be on top of him. This position made him gulp as the top of her nightie was not concealing her breasts anymore.

He took the strap and moved it up.

“Maybe you're just a little confused,” Lucius said as he had righted her nightie so it did cover her nipples at least. “The marriage law struck so fast and you haven't sorted out your feelings.”

“Please, stay close,” Hermione said, squeezing him around the middle.

“Draco loves you very much. He's loved you for very long, and he's suffered for it. He now hopes you will see him as the man he's become, not the boy he was,” Lucius said thoughtfully, ignoring his body's need to have her.

“Draco doesn’t need me,” Hermione said, playing with his hair and closing her eyes as she listened to the steady beating of his heart.

“He needs you. He just has trouble to show. He has a very explosive temper, I think it comes from the Black side of his blood, but he is actually longing to be loved.”

“You are more attentive than him,” Hermione said and nuzzled his neck. “I think you're smarter than him, too.”

“Well,” Lucius said.

She made some good points. Under the terms of the new law, she could be his if he chose to do that. Draco would not like that one bit. Lucius was sure that Draco would use his own and Potter's influence to change the law or find a loophole in this. Another issue was just simply family solidarity. His son would hate him.

“I care for Draco, but I feel like you really need someone and he would be okay without me.”

“It doesn't matter what I need. My needs are irrelevant.” Lucius let his fingers tangle into her wild curls.

“No, your needs are as important as anyone’s,” Hermione said, playing with his shirt.

“I am just an old man. I have to make sure that my family's needs are met.” He closed his eyes and sighed.

It felt so wonderful to be with her. How could he give her up?

“Draco will be better than me. He will not be caught in the web of a deceptive madman.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” Hermione murmured as she shifted her cheek to rest more in his hand.

“I believed his prattle about changing the wizarding world. He was very believable. In the beginning, there was no Muggle eradication nonsense. In the beginning, he was talking about getting old, moldy poofs like Dumbledore away from power.”

Hermione just say quietly and looked up at him as he spoke. How often did one get to talk to one of the old Dark Lord’s number one men speak?

“You know what enticed me? His promise to make me Minister if I supported his endeavors with my finance and society influence.” He sighed and pressed his eyes shut to not let a tear escape. “I have been such a fool.”

Hermione petted Lucius’ cheek.

"What would you have done if you had been Minister?"

“A lot of things. Encouraged wizard businesses to develop, for example. Or make sure that orphan wizards like Potter weren't thrown out to some distant Muggle relatives. But it is all nonsense now. No one needs that. And everyone has always hated the Malfoy family, as we have been very good at investing and getting out money work for us. Did you know that just a hundred years ago, the Weasleys had a Manor like this, too?”

“Really,” Hermione asked, shifting and looking up at him.

“Would you have changed anything about Hogwarts?” Her fingers slid along his neck and stroked it.

“The Weasleys used to own a lot of gold mines. They had found the gold vein by accident on wasteland. However, none of their family Heads were good with money. Septimus Weasley was the final straw. He gambled, in both wizard and Muggle worlds, and lost everything. In fact, my grandfather bought the remains of his mines for a gambling debt,” Lucius kissed her hand and let her continue to touch him.

"Is that the reason for all the hostility between you and Arthur?"

“So you would've made sure everyone learns properly?” Hermione asked, kissing his neck tenderly.

“Yes, and kept those who didn't learn everything for a repeat year,” he mumbled, trying to wiggle himself so that she would not feel his obvious arousal.

“Would you have a class to help Muggleborn children to learn proper wizarding world etiquette and all? Do you hate Muggles?” Hermione asked, her expression serious.

“I would've made it so that Muggleborn children spend a preparatory year before starting Hogwarts with a nice wizarding family. So that they learn the ways of our world.”

“That would be a wonderful experience, and it would have been so helpful. As it is a huge culture shock coming here the first time and figuring out everything!”

“Also, it would make the wizarding folk more understanding of a Muggleborn. And to answer your previous question-no, I don't hate Muggles. I just think we're different people. It's like...different cultures,” Lucius said.

Hermione hugged him tightly smiling with her cheek on stomach.

“Maybe you'd like to meet my parents one day?” she asked hopefully. “They live in Australia now.”

“That would be an experience,” Lucius said.

“They are actually nice. They are just...confused after what I did to them. But I'd like them to meet the family I've married into.”

“I am sure we should be able to arrange it. If I remember correctly, I own a flat, or as the paperwork described it: a penthouse, which is supposedly overlooking the harbor. I've not seen it actually as it was an investment purchase in the Muggle branch of my company.”

“Muggle Branch?”

“Oh yes. Money is money. And I can always convert Muggle currency into Galleons. The Muggle branch does investment things. I hold shares in companies called Apple, Windows and others. I thought that Muggles would always need windows and apples, obviously.”

Hermione giggled and hugged him.

“What's so funny about it?” Lucius asked, quirking a brow.

“Apple and Windows are for computers,” Hermione said, snuggling him.

“I don't know what it is, really. But you are welcome to look over the paperwork I have. Maybe later you'd like to oversee the Muggle branch? I know it's small, but you might know more than I do.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, nuzzling his chin.

“Why not? You would be a great help for me. I would like to understand what is important in the Muggle world. That might make us more money, too.”

Hermione squeaked and shifted closer to him.

“Draco has not been interested in the business at all. He was more intent on clearing the family name and showing how good he is. I think that he became an auror to impress you.”

"Why would he care what I thought?"

“Because he loves you,” Lucius said and looked at her smiling face.

“Ridiculous,” Hermione scoffed as Lucius rubbed her hip and leg.

“It's true. Ask him. He'll tell you.” Lucius knew that he could get used to this.

“He was a horrid little monster, and a liar! He tried to get Hagrid sacked by purposely inciting a hippogriff. And you got the animal sentenced to death?”

“Maybe. But just look at the man he has become now.”

“He wanted to show you that he was braver than others. And with all due respect, Mr. Hagrid needs additional training before being allowed to teach. Hippogriffs are not third year curriculum. And to expose hormonal third years to dangerous beasts is irresponsible.”

“So when told directly what to do and not do, it’s Hagrid’s fault when he disregards the rules?”

“Draco has temper issues. His mother didn't pay much attention to him. He wants to be noticed. Sometimes it turns out badly. As the professor, Mr. Hagrid was in charge. Draco was a child. My child. And I will not let anyone try to put the health of an unthinking beast over that of my child. When you have a child, my dear Hermione, you will understand how easy it is to have something killed that would hurt them.”

“I don't know. I would be fair to my children, though,” Hermione looked pensive for a moment.

“You will protect that child with everything that you have,” Lucius said, tilting her so she looked into his eyes.

“Draco needs love. I try to be a good supportive father to him, but I know that he needs you. He's kept a disillusioned picture of you from the Yule ball in your fourth year always on his bedside.”

“But who'll take care of you?” Hermione asked, looking at the gorgeous man.

“So making me look like a beaver is what…A Pureblood mating ritual?”

“No, it is just a boy's silly way to grab your attention. You weren't impressed by his looks, his grades or his flying skills. So even when you yelled at him, it was like music to his ears. He knew you'd not ever talk to him.”

“So cursing me is his way of getting attention?”

“Remember, you were children. He was being stupid,” Lucius soothed her, playing with her hair.

“Did you do that to the girls that you liked?”

“No, I didn't. There weren't any I liked in particular. I was just dreading I'd be contracted to marry Molly Prewitt.'

“I think you did tease the girls anyway. I bet you were a real hellion!”

“I had my arse whipped if I got in trouble,” Lucius said as Hermione’s hand stroked his skin.

“You have a gorgeous arse, though,” Hermione said letting her hand trail to his arse.

Lucius smiled, and he grabbed her hand, “If you could choose one Malfoy, whom would you have?”

“Don't make me decide!” Hermione chided. “You both have a lot of attraction worthy points.”

“Well, you will be wed to one of us, and the other will be brokenhearted. And I would rather not see Draco suffer. Riling him up is one thing. Hurting him is another. I have failed the boy too much as it is.”

“But you need me too, Lucius. I know you do,” Hermione protested.

“He has wanted you far too long, and he shall have you. I would do anything to give Draco his desires regardless of how I feel about them.”


“Draco is your fiancé. Not I,” Lucius looked away as he said this. He wouldn't let her see how hurt he was.


“Enough,” Lucius said, standing up and dislodging the witch, “I will not torment myself further.”

He strode quickly to the door and through it shutting the door quietly behind him.

Hermione felt tears gather in her eyes. Lucius was such a misunderstood soul. He would be all alone.

Lucius blinked back his hot tears as he sat before the fire. He looked at the table and seized the crystal on it.

Hermione stood up when she heard the shattering of a glass against the wall of the next room.

She couldn’t let him be alone when he was so hurt. She strode to the door which joined their rooms and tried the handle. The door wasn't warded. Ever so slowly, she opened the door and peeked into the room.

Lucius did not notice her as he sat in his chair.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn't intend to,” she said quietly.

“I’m a foolish man.”

“You're not foolish,” she said and stepped closer to him.

Hermione couldn’t help noticing that he was sitting with his shirt off. He was so gorgeous.

Daringly she stepped closer, till she was standing right at his chair. He was still staring at the fire, so she decided to sit in his lap to gain attention.

Lucius gasped as her breasts brushed his cheek. His fingers clutched the arms so hard that they were white.

“You shouldn't be here,” he said hoarsely.

“You shouldn’t be alone.”

“You need company,” she said and kissed his cheek.

Lucius lifted her up and stood placing her on the floor.

“You are my son’s fiancée. He knows how I feel, and it hurts him. I have hurt him before, and I do not mean to do it again.”

“You don't know what I need,” Lucius said as he turned away from her.

“I know what you deserve better than you do!” Hermione shot back.

“What do I deserve?”

“You deserve to be loved,” Hermione said, “Just as you are.”

“I am sure many witches would proclaim their love to me if I'd wave enough Galleons in front of their faces.”

“I told you I don't need things from you to spend time with you. I am happy to hug you.”

“I know,” Lucius said, as Hermione hugged him.

“I don't know what the right thing to do is, but I don't want you to feel unwanted and useless. You are important to me.”

“I do, and what is best is if you go to your room, and I stay here.”

“But you are sad. And I am sad too. I won't be able to sleep.”

“I don't trust myself to be in bed with you. It might increase my misery later. Go to Draco,” Lucius said disentangling himself from the little witch.

“But Lucius,” Hermione whimpered as he pinned her arms to her side.

“Hermione, I can't let you get to me. I need love as much as Draco does. But I won't take it away from him.”

“This is going so fast, yet I know that there's a reason why I was matched to Draco. Call it Fate or something.”

Hermione wiggled until she had her arms around him again.

“You are Draco's fiancé,” Lucius said and again disentangled himself from her.

“One could call it many things. If you want to call it Fate, that is fine, though I think it might be something else,” Lucius said, thinking of the happy look on Draco’s face when he told him that Hermione was to be his bride.

“It also means I am destined to help you, too.”

“For the sake of Merlin, Miss Granger. I PAID to have you placed with Draco.”

“What?” she asked wide eyed. “It can't be true!”

“Just go to Draco tonight,” Lucius said wearily. “We should talk about this another day. The longer you stay here, the more I will want it to be me.”

Tears were running down Hermione's cheeks.

“And even if what you say is true, you did it for the love Draco has for me as you have said so many times. That's not a bad thing.”

"Get out, Miss Granger. GO stay with my son. He is better than I am."

“Lucius, please!” she begged.

"GET OUT!" Lucius said, taking her gently by her arm and directing her through the door. "Go to Draco."

Lucius shut the door and warded his room against her returning.

“But you said we shouldn't make out!”

"You shouldn't. But better you make out with your fiancé, not his father," Lucius said, resting his hand against the door.

“Do you hate me now, Lucius?” she asked tearfully?

“I don't hate you. I never could do that. Go to Draco. His rooms are on the next floor. Look for the ornately carved big doors. There are dragons on the handles."

Lucius slumped against his side of the door. It hurt so much to kick her out, but there was nothing he could do. Letting her stay would made him want to change the marriage contract. He was very sure of it.

“Will you be alright?” Hermione asked, trying to hear what was going on the other side of the door.

'Just go," Lucius moaned.

Hermione didn't want to anger the man more, so she decided to go and look for Draco's rooms. They weren't difficult to find, really, as the carved door dominated the floor.

She tried the handle to see if it was warded. As it wasn't warded, she opened the door and entered. She didn't know if to call out for Draco or just surprise him.

Hermione smiled as she heard water running

The first room she entered was a sitting room. Sparse, expensive furnishings were done in dark colors.

"Draco," Hermione called out.

The water was still going, so she'd wait for a moment and look around.

Hermione gasped as she entered his bedroom.

The mantle of the fireplace was adorned with several frames. The first ones she saw where Draco on his graduation day from Hogwarts, then pictures of him with Harry and other aurors. But what most surprised her was the line up of pictures of her.

Draco came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and his hair still dripping.

He blinked several times to make sure that he wasn’t seeing ghosts or imagining things.

His fiancée was sitting on the foot of his bed. How did she get there?

Hermione bit her lip and looked at him.

"Hi Draco," she said, flopping back on the heavy black and silver comforter. She stretched her arms above her head.

“Hello, Love,” he answered, taking a deep breath.

“I can't sleep alone so I thought I'd go and find you.”

"What about respecting Father?" Draco asked.

“He told me to come to you, actually,” she said with a grin. She was openly staring at Draco now.

Draco flushed and backed up.

"Won't you join me?" Hermione pouted, making a quick grab for his towel.

“Will when I'll get dressed,” he said embarrassed that he was wet and barely covered.

Hermione grasped the edge, as Draco clung to the top.

"Why do you want to be dressed? You didn't come into the world dressed? Why be dressed in the privacy of your own room?"

“It wouldn't be decent for me to be nude. It would be not what Father intended, I am sure.”

"But it is what I intend," Hermione said, pulling him closer with the towel.

“Love, you are a vixen,” he said and let himself be pulled closer.

Hermione smiled, "Only a little one!"

“You know I can't deny you,” he murmured as he felt the towel drop. “I am still wet though...”

"Maybe," Hermione said, pressing herself against him. "Maybe, I want to be wet."

“Love, you are very naughty,” he said but couldn't help to grin.

"I was just thinking I should take a shower," Hermione said. "You are filthy!"

Hermione pressed her lips to Draco's shoving a hand into his hair.

He moaned in delight. For so long he had dreamed of this woman. Now he was having her.

Hermione sighed and pushed him away. "You should dress so I may be sane."

Hermione turned and crawled up on his bed toward the pillows making sure that Draco knew she wasn't wearing panties.

She flopped down on the pillows and pouted.

What was Lucius' problem? Why was thinking about Lucius?

Draco slowly walked to his dresser to pick out a pair of briefs. He'd not wear full pajamas.

Hermione watched him and pouted before rubbing the bed.

“You have certainly become more open since the first night."

“I'm coming, love, don't be impatient.”

"I just hope you won't try to relegate yourself to the couch tonight," Hermione said, watching how Draco's muscles rippled as he moved.

“No, I wouldn't want to go to the couch if my gorgeous fiancée is here.”

"Good," Hermione said, reaching for him.

“You are gorgeous,” she purred, maneuvering so she lay on top of him.

Draco looked up at her. He had a good father who would get him what he wanted.

“I think we will be good together,” she said, brushing away strands of wet hair from his eyes.

"I'm sorry for being angry about you and Father," Draco said, leaning up and brushing his lips against hers.

“I have forgiven you for that. I understand that you have a hot temper.”

"How do you feel about me?” Draco pulled her down so her breasts were pressed to his chest.

Hermione loved the feel of his strong body against hers. He was more toned than Lucius.

Draco flipped Hermione over so she was under him. Hermione clung to his shoulders.

“I know you love me, Draco,” she murmured, running her hands over his sculpted back.

"I do," Draco whispered. "But do you like me?"

“To be honest, I like the grown up you a lot.”

"Could you? Could you love me?"

She looked into his hope filled eyes. 'Yes, I think I could.'

Draco gasped and pulled her into his arms.

“I think you deserve a chance to be loved. I want to get to know you, the true Draco, not the little snotty brat from school. Will you let me?”

"Will you go for a picnic with me tomorrow as we planned?"

“Yes, I will,” she said and smiled. Maybe it was worth to concentrate on Draco only. Even though she still worried about Lucius

Draco leaned down and began to suck on Hermione's neck.

Hermione whimpered and tugged him closer.

“Do you like this bedroom?” he asked, easing them into a close embrace. “I thought we could stay in these rooms when we marry, that is unless you want us to live away from Father.”

"I want to live here," Hermione said firmly, "Your father is a wonderful person, and I want him to be able to spend all the time he wants with his grandchildren."

“And the house is big enough,” she added

“You want to have children with me?”

"I always wanted at least two children. I think it is lonely to be an only child."

“We will have beautiful children,” he said, kissing her cheek.

"How many did you want, Draco?" Hermione asked, kissing his neck.

“At least two. But it's up to you. I will support all your wishes. The children will never lack anything. I won't spoil them rotten, though.”

"How would you know how to moderate what is spent on children?" Hermione teased as she slid her hands down to cup his bottom. "Can I have you tonight, Draco?"

“Well, we should just keep track of what we get for them. Being Malfoy doesn't mean they get any nonsense they want.” He paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, my Love, you cannot have me tonight. Not until the wedding. It hurts me to say no to you, but there's nothing I can do.”

“I am sure your body will betray you,” she grinned cheekily.

"That it will," Draco said, smiling. “I think I have to tell you something...which embarrasses me to no end, but I don't want to lie to you.” He looked away from her, wondering what she'd say.

“What is it, sweetie?” she asked, worried why he'd became so sad suddenly.

"Well," Draco said, easing off of her. "The truth is my powers as a sex god are quite a farce."

“I don't believe that for one second. You are gorgeous. You are extremely well endowed. Why would you not be a sex god?”

She tried to pull him back so he'd be on top of her again.

"Mostly because one must have sex to be a sex god," Draco said, pulling back from her.

Hermione looked utterly confused. “I don't understand.”

"I'm a uh," Draco started. "A um..."

Draco looked away with his whole neck and face and ears red. Draco mouthed the word.

"What?" Hermione asked, trying to turn his face to look at him.

“A virgin. I am incapable to have full intercourse before marriage. I can get an erection and self-pleasure, but that's about it.” He was looking away from her, concentrating on the draperies at the window. “This is the reason why there has never been a bastard Malfoy.”

“My poor, poor sweetie,” Hermione said, reaching out for him. “Now I understand why you wanted to push up the wedding.”

"Yes," Draco said. "Father is the same way."

“We can only have sex with a witch we are bound too. We cannot just bed anyone.”

Hermione clung to him. "So I will be your only?"

“Yes, my one and only, Love. I waited for you for so long.”

Hermione pulled him back into her arms.

“You can't imagine how special you are. I can wait the three weeks till our wedding as I know that from then, I will have you.”

"You and only you. Though even if I didn't have to live with this curse, I would still be faithful to you. You are the perfect woman."

“Oh Draco, you are My sex god, My gorgeous wonderful man.”

Draco kissed her gently. “And you're not mad at me about the curse?”

"No, I hope that I will live up to your expectations," Draco said. "I've read many books on the subject!"

She smiled wickedly. “We won't need books with that. I think our passion will guide us.”

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