What A Malfoy Wants

Disclaimer: I don’t own the wonderful world of Harry Potter. I only like to play with the characters. I make no money from this story.

A/N: I adopted this fiction from another author, firstsecond. She was writing it on fanfiction.net. If you have not read her work you should seriously check it out. She is a very talented writer. Due to time constraints she was unable to finish this story. I asked if I could finish it for her and she agreed. It follows a very different theme, one that explores student/teacher relationships, however unwilling the teacher may be. This first chapter is entirely the work of firstsecond. I decided that it was her story to start with and it should remain how she posted it. Chapter two will be my own creation. I only hope that I can do a good job and keep the story as she intended. So, here it is, chapter 1. Enjoy!



“I’ve brought you a potion for your head. It must be hurting something awful,” Scorpius Malfoy said softly.

His Potions Instructor had just woken up and was struggling to pull herself upright from the cocoon of blankets he’d swaddled her in.

“Mister Malfoy? Where are we? Are we off school grounds?” asked Hermione Weasley hoarsely.

The knot on the back of her skull was pulsing and the pain was near blinding.
She was now sitting with her back braced on the headboard of his luxurious king sized four poster bed.

She looked so good in his bed, he thought smugly. Scorpius, in an attempt to tamp down the surge of lust, fixed his gaze on the family portrait on far wall. Surely enough, seeing his mother, Pansy blowing him a fond kiss wilted the growing erection under his school robes.

“Drink this, Pro—Hermione. I’ll explain everything in a moment,” the Slytherin sixth year instructed as he pressed the uncorked vial into her hand.

Hermione Weasley, nee Granger narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Mister Malfoy, you will tell me exactly where we are and how we arrived at this destination immediately,” she commanded, setting the potion aside.

The blond boy took the vial off the bed and deposited it on the nightstand that had been out of the woman’s reach before he sat himself on the bed beside her. “If you change your mind about the potion, it will be there for you. To answer your questions, yes, we are no longer on Hogwarts grounds. We are at my home, Malfoy Manor. However, there is no need to become distressed. You’re in my personal rooms and the parts of this house you saw during the war are in another wing,” Scorpius told her sweetly.

“Malfoy, what the hell—” Hermione started angrily. Then the boy pressed a finger to her lips and she was shocked into silence.

“Hermione, he’ll never treat you like the queen you are. Ron Weasley doesn’t deserve you and I couldn’t let you go home to him. Your children are spending the holidays with their friends and I’ve written your husband an owl telling him you were forced to remain at the castle. It’s all been arranged.”

She was shocked speechless. It was something Scorpius had never seen before, but he could tell it wouldn’t last long so he hurried to finish.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you since third year. You’re sexy and smart and I know you think I’m just a boy, but I love you and I’ll make you so happy. I brought you here to spend the holidays relaxed and pampered and appreciated. No one will have to know. I won’t expect anything once we return to school. I know you won’t leave your husband for good yet and we can’t be together publicly while I’m still a student.”

The young man ran a hand through his hair, the first real nervous gesture he’d shown.
“I know you’ll be mad at first, but I’m asking you to be reasonable. I’ve done this all for you. I’d do anything for you, Hermione, but I’m not waiting any longer… and you’re going to call me Scorpius while you’re in my bed.”

His professor finally found her voice.“Dear Merlin, Mister Malfoy… do you realize what you have done constitutes abduction? Where are your parents? Give me my wand, we’ll go back to Hogwarts and sort this mess out there. I—I suppose I’m flattered, but this is ridiculous. This—this school boy infatuation has gotten out of hand. I cannot believe you have—this has gone far enough. Let me up, Mister Malfoy.”

“That’s not really what you want, Hermione. I can tell. You want me; I’m young. I could satisfy you. I’d worship you. He would never do the things I could do for you—the things I will do for you.” He forced the middle aged witch back into the mattress, burying his face against the hollow of her neck.

“Mister Malfoy, stop this. You haven’t done anything yet that can’t be forgiven. Let me up and we can talk about this.” Hermione’s voice was tight with fear now. The young man on top of her was at least a foot taller than her and she was wandless along with disoriented from her fall.

“No. Call me Scorpius. Say my name.”

His breath was hot on her skin, his mouth placing wet kisses under her jaw.

“Scorpius please let me up. I’d like the pain potion. My head hurts. Please give me the potion.”

He bit her flesh lightly and sucked the mark to leave a bruise. “Alright,” he said, smiling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, Hermione. This is all for you.”

He sat back and placed the vial he’d retrieved against her lips. She swallowed reluctantly, discomfited by the eager expression on his face. The potion tasted right, though, so she discarded the idea that Scorpius had spiked it with any sort of drugging agent.

“Better?” he asked softly.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to think. “Not yet. I might have hit my head harder than you thought,” she bluffed.

Scorpius looked concerned for a moment but quickly brightened. “Not a problem. If the pain doesn’t fade or your vision starts to blur, I’ll simply call our family healer. He is very discreet. He’ll never mention that you were here.”

Hermione groaned, as her window of escape slammed shut. Her student was back by her side in seconds, petting her hair and murmuring soothing words. “If you’d like me to, I’ll bring him now. I don’t want you in any pain.”

“N-No, I’ll be fine. I’m sure the potion will start to work shortly. Maybe later…”

Scorpius smiled at her hesitantly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was suddenly struck shy. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke softly.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Hermione. I’ve wanted you for so long. He’ll never have you again.”


End Note: As I stated before, no new material in this chapter. It was posted in it’s entirety as firstsecond originally posted it. I will have chapter 2 posted by tomorrow.