How to Marry a Wizard

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Hello loves! This story is a little Christmas time surprise from me!

Chapter 1 - Two Cunning Plans

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"So, Miss Granger, what story do you have for Witch Weekly this issue?"

Ginny sniffled a little and stared at the floor.

"I wrote a wonderful piece," Hermione began, "About how the Czech Republic is trying to repress the rights of centaurs."

Ginny's eyes went wide.

"Miss Granger, we here at Witch Weekly do not write pieces like that," the editor said. "We've been through this. We are a shoes, makeup, accessories, perfume, cosmetic surgery, love potion, charms to boost sex appeal, and relationships magazine. We'll give you a few moments to come up with a better idea." The editor said. "Ginny, what do you have for us?"

"She got dumped!" Pansy chimed up, smirking at the sniffling Ginny.

Ginny wiped her eyes.

“I have the review of Madame Gicci new collection,” Ginny said and handed the editor a folder.

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that Ginny," the editor said, "And change of plan for you. You need to write a piece on your relationship."

"I don't feel comfortable writing about my personal..."

"Oh, understandable...who would like to write about Ginny's personal relationship problems?" the editor asked, looking around at the hopeful faces.

Pansy's hand shot up.

"Excellent!" the woman said.

"No!" Ginny shouted.

“I could write about how to get a new guy,” Hermione offered, “keeping a diary.”

"Well, Ginny hasn't gotten a new guy...so..." the Editor said.

"What if it was about how to get a wizard and not lose him by making common dating errors?"

“Granger would lose the guy in an instant if she got one,” Pansy sneered.

"Well, if that is so, she is the perfect person for writing this article," the editor said, "I like the idea. 'How to lose a wizard in two weeks.' Get out and get started. You have carte blanche to shop in the closet. Keep a diary."

Hermione blushed but nodded in agreement. At least she had a bit of time to get it done.

“And as you need someplace to look for a guy, you will go to tonight's Lord GooGoo album launch party.”

The editor looked at the tearful Ginny, “And you go with Granger. Make sure she's out to prowl.”

Ginny forced a smile as they were released from the meeting.

“No one is going to look at me,” Hermione whined.

"You leave that up to me," Aurora said. "I am the closet seamstress. We will make sure you are fabulous." Aurora took each of the other ladies' hands and dragged them to her domain.

“We get stuff from designers in every day... some of it is utter crap.”

Hermione sighed and walked through the closet.

"Pick something red, dear. Show your House off."

“My arse is as large as a house,” Hermione grumbled.

"Then mine must be the size of the Malfoy Mansion," Aurora said, turning and trying to look at her bum. "You will be fabulous! We will get you fitted and the party will be amazing."

“And I'll do your make up and hair! We just got some new stuff in for that as well.”

Ginny sniffled, "I don't understand why he dumped me.”

“Men are morons,” Aurora said as she looked through the racks.

Hermione sighed as she picked up a red dress. "Well, we will find you a new guy," Hermione said.

Ginny sniffed and took another tissue.

"Get that dress on, and I'll get it fitted."

Hermione did as ordered as she really couldn't keep on listening to Ginny's woes.

"You look fabulous," Hermione said.

Ginny sniffed louder.

Hermione sighed as she was fitted.

"Ladies, here are your tickets, and you better get going," Lavendar said, walking into the dressing room. "You are going to kill those wizards, Hermione. I wish I had your figure." She turned and waddled with a hand on her round belly from the room.

“Don't forget the shoes,” Aurora said and handed her a pair of four inch killer heels.

Hermione pulled them on and grabbed a matching purse before racing down to where a fancy white carriage was waiting to take them to the party. Ginny crawled into the carriage next to her and forced a smile as they rode to the event at Malfoy Records.

“It'd be great if you managed to woo Lord GooGoo,” Ginny said.

"You go for him, Gin," Hermione said. "You know I don't care for brunettes. I like blonds."

“Do you think GooGoo would look at me?”

"Of course," Hermione said. "Just don't talk to him about past relationships. Wizards don't like that."

“I'll try! I'll be all new Ginny from tonight.”

"Good," Hermione said.

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Lucius sighed as he sat at the party with two witches at either side, "You ladies are ready for this," he drawled, taking a sip of Merlot.

Romilda Vane simpered at the handsome wizard, "Oh Yes, Lord Malfoy. I’ll make you millions."

“That's what I expected,” Lucius said and flashed them all a charming smile.

"I would make you billions, Father," Draco said, sidling up to the table.

“Draco, my boy, you're too much of a ladies' man to concentrate on the business. And you run the record company well.”

"Father, I know women, and I love women. I know I could handle the Jewelry Business."

"Romilda is the best in the business at selling Luxury items, Draco. Are you so cocky?"

Romilda smirked, "He knows nothing about women, Lord Malfoy. He just knows a lot of women."

“That's not true,” Draco grumbled, sipping his champagne and scanning the crowd for his next one-night-stand.

“Well, is there any woman you have kept for longer than a night?” Lucius asked.

"I could have any woman in love with me," Draco declared.

"Are you willing to make a bet on it?" Romilda asked.

“Sure...it's easy as pie,” he said noticing a curvaceous brunette in a shocking red dress.

"What are we saying here?" Lucius asked, eyeing the brunette who was cruising.

“Just about any woman would fall in love with me,” Draco said, not letting his eyes off the brunette.

“Maybe a bet isn't a bad idea,” Lucius said, setting his glass down.

"Indeed," Romilda said, "I bet you couldn't get a woman to fall in love with you."

"Draco, if you can make a woman I chose fall in love with you by the time we are ready to have the soirée for the redoing of our diamond line, then you can be in charge of Jewelry from now on."

“I can do it,” Draco declared, leaning against the back of the chair.

"Very well. I will pick out a woman here tonight," Lucius said. "You have two weeks. And you will bring this witch to the party."

“Elementary,” Draco said confidently.

"What about the girl at the bar, grr?" Romilda asked, pointing at a girl in a tiger print who had spilled a margarita on her dress.

"Be NICE!" Draco squawked.

“Romilda, be nice,” Lucius drawled. “And I think I found one.”

"Show me," Draco said, looking about.

“The brunette in the red dress,” Lucius said. “Gorgeous. Quite curvy.”

Draco's eyes snapped to the witch he had been observing the whole night.

The witch's eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands at something another witch said next to her.

Romilda looked surprised but didn't say anything.

“Well, there's no time like this,” Draco said and got up.

"She must be in love with you, Boy," Lucius said, lifting his Merlot to his lips and finishing it. "And I will be the judge."

Draco grabbed two glasses of Champagne and strode confidently to the woman.

Hermione sighed as the fiancée of the wizard she had been chatting to waltzed up angrily and led the wizard away. It just wasn't fair.

“Hello Gorgeous,” Draco used his trademark chat up line. “I saw you didn't have a drink so I thought I'd get one for you.”

Hermione raised a brow at the wizard. Playboy Draco Malfoy...

"Hello Draco," Hermione said, leaning back against the wall and allowing Draco to feel like he had her cornered.

“And what's your name, Doll?” he asked with his sultriest voice/

"I believe at one point, you thought it was Mudblood," Hermione said, turning and ordering a shot of firewhiskey.

“Now now, beautiful, I am a changed man,” Draco said, cursing at his father internally.

"What is my name, Doll?" Hermione asked, downing the firewhiskey in one gulp.

Draco groaned at her as she set the empty glass down.

She did have a delicious cleavage, much larger than his usual bimbos.

"See you later," Hermione said, slipping away from Draco and trailing a hand along his arm. "I'm looking for more than a shag."

“Wait, you still didn't tell me your name. And I'm the hottest guy here.”

"When you can tell me my name, look me up," Hermione said, "But I'll give you a little hint, I broke your nose in our third year." She leaned in close to him for a moment.

"Hermione Granger?" Draco asked.

"And that was the look I was waiting for, Drakypoo," Hermione said. "I'll just be moving along then."

Draco reached out and grabbed her arm.

“No, no, wait! I've not seen you in ages! Let's catch up about the old days!”

“As fun as having my heritage slurred by you is, Draco, I think I will pass,” she said and smirked. “And besides I hear you’re a man interested in one thing.”

“There's more to me than people say! I'm misunderstood!”

"You are probably out for some prank," Hermione said.

"No pranks," Draco said.

“I want a man to date, not just for a night, Draco. Our goals differ.”

"I want a woman to fall in love with me," Draco answered, blocking her against the wall. "Give me a chance, Hermione."

“What's in for me?” Hermione asked saucily.

"You get me, Baby," Draco said, flexing a little and leaning in closer. "What more could you want?"

“A non-man-whore for a boyfriend.”

"You don't know what I am like when dating a witch..." Draco said, smirking down at her.

“What are you like? Five minutes and done?”

"I wasn't ever dating those witches," Draco said. "Give me a chance."

"Why not?" Hermione said.

"Come to dinner with me, now," Draco said, drawing her hand to his lips.

“Now?” Hermione asked. At least, she could have some satisfaction in torturing the Ferret.

“Well, here's no real food here...and soon everyone's going to be drunk out of their minds...”

"I like shrimp and steak," Hermione said. "Just let me get my bag."

"I'll meet you at the door."

Hermione got her bag and found Ginny.

“I'll be off now,” she said to the red head who was chatting to the singer. Hermione couldn't believe it. Malfoy was waiting for her at the door.

She walked up to him.

"Are you ready to go?" Draco asked, taking her hand.

“Yes, it better be good food!”

“Anything you want,” Draco said leading her to a posh carriage.

She smiled brightly as Draco had ordered the carriage to go to a seafood place.

Draco smirked, "So tell me what you've been up to."

“I worked at ministry for a while but then I found something more fun.”

"OH really," Draco asked, as the carriage drew them down the streets. "What would that be?"

“Something you'd never think me do,” she said and run her hand up and down his thigh.

Draco shivered a little. What a witch!

"And yourself," she asked, pulling her hand back and placing it in her lap.

“I have been working on the Lightning record label. I own it,” he added. That always impressed girls.

“Nice,” Hermione said and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand went to play with his shoulder length hair.

Draco sighed as the carriage pulled to a stop. He hopped out first and offered Hermione a hand to help her.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“I just want to help you to get out of the carriage,” he said and smiled charmingly.

"I noticed," Hermione said, taking the offered hand.

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Hermione laughed as she watched Draco try to crack open a lobster-pincer which flew out his hand and landed on another patron's plate.

“I must confess that lobster is not my most un-awkward food,” he said with a most charming smile.

"It's alright," Hermione said, popping a shrimp into her mouth with a piece of medium steak joining it.

“So Hermione, is this dinner to your liking?”

"Everything is savory, even the company," Hermione said, placing her utensils neatly on her now empty plate and setting the plate back a little from herself. She reached out and plucked her glass of wine up and finished it.

“That's good to hear I guess,” Draco said,' would you like some dessert?'

"Maybe somewhere a little more private," Hermione said, slipping her shoe off and sliding her foot into his lap.

Draco stifled a groan. Goodness, Granger was hotter in real life then in all his wet dreams.

"Shall we retire to my penthouse?" Draco asked, standing quickly and wishing he could hide his erection a little better. He pulled out her chair.

“That sounds wonderful!” Hermione said with a sigh.

“I also have much better wine there... and Belgian chocolate.”

“Delicious,” she said and grabbed Draco by his tie. She kissed him hotly.

"Moving too fast," Draco said as she pulled him down on top of her in the carriage.

“What's too fast?” she asked.

"I want you to know that I respect you," Draco said. "We should slow down."

“Aw, Draco, that's so sweet of you,” she said, petting his hair.

Draco groaned and lifted off the plush female form hiding a groan as he watched her breasts bounce as she climbed out of the carriage. His eyes crossed a little with want and he knew he would have the worst case of blue balls in the morning. But it was more important to get the jewelry business by winning Hermione's heart. And she would not be impressed by low self restraint.

“Let me show you my humble abode,” he said as he led her into a fancy looking high rise.

“The whole top floor is mine,” he said proudly.

"Daddy buy it for you?" Hermione asked, even as she gasped at the miraculous view of London available from the penthouse.

“Well, it's a part of Malfoy Enterprises. I got inspired by the tall Muggle buildings. So it was my idea really.”

"Very nice," Hermione said, "It is beautiful. Of course, I would expect classy from you. May I use your loo?"

"Yes, it is upstairs through the bedroom," Draco said. "Can I get you a glass of wine and some chocolates?"

“That would be brilliant!” she said and went in the direction he showed.

Once in the bedroom, she slipped her shoes off next to the foot of the bed. She looked around plotting what she could do to feminize it. And laughed as she thought of putting some cute stuffed toys on the bed in a few days or so. She crawled onto the bed and sighed as she felt the plush mattress beneath her. She spread her legs enough so Draco could see up her dress.

“Hermione, are you alright?” Draco asked as he looked into the bedroom.

“Yes, I just felt a little dizzy so I thought I'd rest for a second.”

Draco's eyes lit on the body on display. What was she wearing? What were those? They didn't make those in the Wizarding world whatever they were.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

Hermione moved so the dress revealed more of her leg.

Hermione patted the bed next to her.

“Can you check if I have fever, please?”

Draco backed and sat in a chair.

"You look fine," Draco said, levitating a plate of chocolates over to the bed.

Hermione patted the bed.

Draco motioned to the chair next to him. "I don't want to move too quickly."

“I heard you’re a womanizer who doesn't let any chance go.” Hermione reached for the chocolates, intentionally showing off a lot of cleavage.

Draco couldn't help staring at her splayed legs. He could be running his hands up her thighs and burying his face in her cleavage.

“I decided to be a good boy. You said you want a man to date. So I want to be the one.”

Hermione sat up popping a chocolate in her mouth.

"Would you care to sit with me on the loveseat out in front of the fire?" he asked, rising to ease pressure from his erection.

“That would be nice. Do you have any soft drinks.”

Draco tilted his head to the side.

“What would you like?” he asked, happy to get out of her sight for long enough to cast a deflating charm.

“A glass of sparkling water would be brilliant,” she said and winked.

A glass filled with sparkling water appeared on the table in front of her a second later.

Hermione took a drink and glanced at Draco.

He had grown to be a very handsome man. His pointy facial features had softened a bit, giving him perfect proportions.

"I think I should go," Hermione said, setting her glass down next to her purse. "I have an early morning."

"Okay," Draco said, offering her his hand.

“But I hope to hear from you,” she said as she got up. “I want to know more about you.” She leaned in for a kiss.

Draco moaned as she slid her hands up his arms and pressed her tongue to his lips.

Hermione took advantage and pressed her tongue between his lips. She moved in on Draco, straddling his lap. She moaned a little as his hands found her hips and pulled her against his own.

Draco pulled back, "Too fast..."

“Aren't you a party pooper?” Hermione asked and picked up her shoes.

"I want to show you that I respect you," Draco said, staring at her arse as she bent over to slide the shoes on.

Draco groaned at the thought of shoving her down on the bed and taking her from behind. The naughty wench.

“Well, we shall see about that,” she said with a smirk. “We've established that your kissing is passable...”

“Just passable?” Draco asked, his pride ruffled a bit.

Hermione grinned and stepped over to the floo, leaving her bag on the table behind Draco.

"I'll see you," Hermione said.

Draco fell onto the bed and sighed. What a witch!

He would show her! She would tremble with want!

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Hermione grinned as she stepped through the floo, she looked back at the flames. "Comeuppance is a Bitch, Malfoy."

She had liked the freedom of doing what she wanted.

Usually she was very guarded when dating and would only kiss on the third date if at all.

She took out a dark blue journal and grabbed a quill to begin writing.

She would document every happening with Draco involved in detail.

If he'd dump her now, she'd at least have an article about a night with a playwizard.

However, Malfoy seemed to enjoy her kissing, as she doubted the hot hard thing she had felt in his lap was his wand holster.

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Hope you all enjoy. Got this idea. This one is almost complete. Like the others. No problems. And the further part of the fic will only vaguaely be similar to any movie it may resemble.

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