Here is an idea I had while writing a chapter for "So Much for Fun" that I just had to write down. I am quite pleased with the product.

Summary: When Malfoy's mother makes a request, he has no option but to comply to please his mother, and to save an unlikely woman from a failed marriage at the same time.

Rating M. contains Rape, and lemons.

Disclaimer: I am not J K Rowling, nor do I pretend to be, I am simply a fan who spends her free time (and her all other times) writing stories about the characters I wish I created.

The request

"Mr. Malfoy, Your mother wants to see you now." A timid nurse said to Draco Malfoy timidly. Of course females would be timid around him. The Malfoy name was no longer soiled by Lucius's wrongdoings. Now all females saw was Draco's excessive good looks and wealth. Things were the way they should have been from the beginning.

Draco stood up and followed the nurse, who kept her head steadily high, refusing to make eye contact with Draco in the fear that she might say something to embarrass herself. Draco kept at a reasonable distance. This nurse made him feel slightly uneasy.

Once the nurse opened the door to his mother's ward, he walked past her and took his mother's hand in his own.

Narcissa smiled upon seeing her only son at her bedside.

"Mother, how are you feeling?" Draco asked in a worried tone. He had lost his father (albeit he wasn't too sad about that), and he would hate to lose his mother, the only one that truly understood him.

"I'm feeling a little better." Narcissa lied weakly. She needed to comfort Draco. She could not stand to think that he might lose control if she were to die.

"You're lying mum." Draco accused softly. Draco looked at her with a frown.

"Isn't there anything magic can do?" He asked her.

Narcissa shook her head. "The healers have tried everything… They just don't know what is wrong with me."

"Let's go to Switzerland then. We can seek out the best healers there." Draco said determined.

Narcissa looked down sadly. "Draco… I can't."

"Why not?" Draco asked feeling tears well up in his eyes. He hated showing weakness, but his mother meant the world to him, and the mere thought of losing her killed him on the inside.

"Draco, the healers don't think I have much longer…" Narcissa confessed. She knew she had only several days left. She had known for a while that her days were limited, but she had failed to tell him in order to protect him.

"How long?" Draco asked barely whispering. He didn't really want to know.

Narcissa stared into his grey eyes, the exact replica of her own grey eyes.

"I need you to do something for me." She requested, ignoring his question.

Draco looked at her attentively. "Anything mother. Anything."

"You must not waste your tears or life on me. When I leave, you must carry on." She paused to allow herself to cough. "Excuse me. I need to know that you will be fine without me. I want you to find yourself a nice girl, and settle down. Will you do that for me?" She pleaded.

Draco's eyebrow rose. He had not been expecting that. He had a lot on his mind with his Auror training, and his mother, without worrying about a relationship as well.

"Settle down?" He asked hoping she didn't mean marriage.

"Yes. Get married Draco. You are twenty-one years old. It's about time that you find a nice girl who will help you heal after I'm gone." Narcissa clarified.

"Well geez mum, who do you have in mind?" He asked sarcastically.

Narcissa pondered this for a minute before saying "Hermione Granger" without hesitation.

Draco's jaw dropped. This was the last name he would have expected to hear from his mother, the same woman who had sneered and warned him to beware of mudbloods upon first meeting Granger.

"Mum, she's married to Weasley." Draco said in disgust.

"Oh well that's a shame. I guess you will have to find another girl, now wont you?"

"I thought father had arranged for me to marry Pansy?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but Lucius died before consulting her parents again, and I refuse to allow you to marry that insolent brat." Narcissa said taking on the famous Malfoy sneer that Draco had perfected.

"So then what do you propose I do?"

"Figure it out. But don't forget, you need a girl who will help you to discover who you are, and what better girl than the famous war heroine who helped Potter discover who he was?" Narcissa said insisting on Granger.

"So are you suggesting that I get her to divorce Weasley?" He asked incredulously.

Narcissa shrugged, choosing not to answer, but deep in her heart, she knew that Granger was unhappy, and that the only man for her was Draco and vice versa.

Draco held his head up high. He would do anything to please his mother, and if that meant marrying Granger, then so be it.

"As you wish mother. I love you, and I want you to be proud of me."

"Draco, I am proud of you. I was always proud of you, and I always will be. I promise." Narcissa said, a tear flowing freely from her eye.

Draco was not entirely pleased with his mother's dying wish. She could have asked anything of him, and she asked for him to get Granger to divorce the Weasel and to marry him. Is she off her rocker?

After the war, he and Granger were on good terms, especially after she helped him to clear the Malfoy name, but that's all that their relationship had. Never did he attempt to pursue anything further than good acquaintances. After she married Weasley, their relationship further weakened, until they were simply old school mates, acquaintances.

Quite honestly, Draco had not been bothered by this development. He had been busy with his own life to continue any sort of relationship with anyone, much less with Granger.

He continued to ponder this in the comfort of his home, the Malfoy Manor that had been given to him when his father died. He had burned all traces of his father within the manor. He wanted nothing to do with his former life, and that included all the bullying he did as a child.

His old friends had owled him continuously after leaving Hogwarts. He chose not to answer until slowly they stopped sending owls, assuming that he was still the same arrogant Malfoy who refused to consider anyone as his equal.

So friendless, constantly overworked, and now on the verge of losing the only person in his life who he could trust, he suddenly felt alone. Money and good looks were not enough to keep him satisfied any longer. Perhaps his mother was right. Perhaps he did need to 'settle down'. He sat down in the wine room and drank to a new beginning. He promised himself that he would work towards improving his life in the areas that were lacking. He would start by getting a job at the Ministry while he continued Auror training, then he would figure out how to get Granger to fall for him and divorce the Weasel.

Meanwhile, Hermione found herself in a routine that was reminiscent to her study habits in Hogwarts, only this time, the work load was far more than previously. She should have known that when Kingsley asked her to take on the position vacated by Umbridge, that she was signing her life away.

Ron was constantly irritated. His marriage was not as blissful as it should be. Hermione was overworked, and he seemed to be underworked. He had lots of spare time, and was annoyed that his wife seemed to be earning more money that he did.

They never had anytime for themselves, and never found a moment for intimacy. Ron longed for the good old days, when they would sneak off into the most unlikely places for a quick shag. Now they barely had time for a chaste kiss. Their marriage was failing, but both refused to acknowledge that. Ron constantly looked to his sister's marriage. Harry and Ginny's marriage was going swimmingly.

After a hard day of work, Hermione finally bid the minister a good night, and apparated home. She found a very surly and very drunken Ron glaring at her from the sofa.

"W-wherrrrre werrrre y-y-you?" Ron slurred, attempting to stand up. He failed to support himself, and fell back.

"Sorry, you should have seen the caseload today. Crime rates have risen, and Harry's department has no idea why. So my department gets stuck with all of the caseloads until they can discover the reason for this epidemic." Hermione said despite the fact that Ron was very drunk and therefore unable to process everything that she was saying.

"Well that's quite the-" (hic) "shame. Heaven forbid Perfect Hermione gets more work than she can-" (hic) "handle." Ron said sarcastically.

"Ron. Get a job at the ministry if this bothers you so much." Hermione retorted.

"You know I can't-" (hic) "I have to help George at the shop." Ron complained.

"Tell him to hire someone else. I'm sure many would love to work with a famous Weasley." Hermione said turning her back on Ron. This was a mistake. Ron in his drunken state mistook Hermione's intentions and pounced on her. "NO YOU DON'T!"

"RON! WHAT ARE-" Too late did she notice that Ron had his fist held out and he punched her, leaving a big bruise on her eye.

Hermione felt tears flowing freely from her eyes. She hated when he drinks, and unfortunately, this was becoming a big problem for Ron. He drank a lot, but she (and Ron) refused to believe that he was an alcoholic.

Ron, unfortunately, had not realized what he had done, and continued to allow the alcohol to control him. "Get up." He commanded. Hermione looked at him uncertainly from her position on the floor.

"Ron, you don't know what you are doing." She said softly.

Ron looked at her in disgust. "Get up." He repeated.

"Ron…"

"GET UP!" He shouted.

Hermione stood up quickly and was met with Ron's desperate lips. She protested. She did not want to do this while he was drunk. But Ron persisted, pulling her shirt off as he ferociously attacked her neck and face with his mouth.

"Ron!" She shouted, as he began to unclasp her bra. He held her tightly with one arm, while he wrestled the rest of her clothes off.

"No!"

He pulled his own clothes off hastily. He threw her onto the sofa and spread her legs open.

"Ron! Please stop!" Hermione pleaded. She cried freely and attempted to kick him away.

"Do as I say, or else." He growled at her. He was tired of her, and her pathetic excuses to avoid sex. He allowed his drunken state to overwhelm him and take over his rational capacity.

Hermione whimpered as he once again spread her legs. Without warning, and without any sort of foreplay to loosen her up, he jammed his cock inside her. He mistook her cries of pain as moans of pleasure.

Hermione could not believe that the man that she loved was raping her. She used to hear stories about marital rape and often handled such cases in her work, but never did she believe it would ever happen to her. She tossed her head back and allowed herself to fall into an altered state of consciousness. She did not want to remember this when she woke up in the morning, but she had a feeling she would.

Ron ruthlessly pounded into her. After nearly a month without sex, he was positively horny and could not, would not stop regardless of Hermione's protests. He let his anger out on her at this moment and felt no regret, as she shrieked and cried out in pain.

Hermione continued to cry, as she pounded on Ron's back with her fists, but that only caused him to lash out in anger and pull her down to her knees. He shoved his cock into her mouth and forced her to pleasure him. He pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust, until she was sure her throat was going to burst.

If she made any sort of movement to remove her mouth from him, he would grab a fistful of her hair and pull it. Her eyes teared as she felt one particular yank pulling out a copious amount of strands of hair.

Finally, after ejaculating into her mouth he forced her to swallow, and pushed her onto the floor.

"From now on, you are my slut, and you will do as I say. Do you understand?" He said holding a fist out.

Hermione nodded, too scared to say anything, and too hurt to do anything. She felt dirty and unwanted. Never did she imagine that her marriage would end up like this. But unfortunately, she promised to herself that she would continue living as though things were normal. After her marriage, everyone congratulated them and Witch Weekly named them the cutest couple of the year. She planned to keep it that way.

She picked herself up and quietly headed to the bathroom to remove all evidence of what had happened.

"No. Stay like that. You are to sleep on the sofa just as you are." Ron commanded. He picked his clothes up off of the floor and made to go to their room before turning back to face her.

"I want you to be ready for sex everyday; I will no longer be deprived." He stated looking at her in disgust. Hermione nodded and made her way to the sofa where she curled up and fell asleep, full of nightmares, and her mind replaying what Ron had done.

This again was a quick Idea I had that I just HAD to post, but I do not expect to update this regularly, since I have two other stories to attend to, but I will update maybe twice or thrice a month. I expect this story to be approximately five chapters long.

Please tell me what you thought, it's my first time writing a rape scene, and I'm not sure if it was too graphic or not as graphic as it should have been.

I'm not sure if I should continue with this idea, but if you like it, please let me know.

Please review! :D

-Cadi