AUthOr's NotE: Im Sad That NO One GaVe ME A ReViEw It Is REaLLy DiScOuRaGiNg To A AuThOr =(

" it's been 7 months, so hows married life ?"

Draco sat across from Blaise and smacked his glass of Fire whiskey against the wood counter of the Bar. He shrugged his shoulders and frowned at him what kind of fucking question was that.

"Guess."sneering at his besttfriend.

Sarcasm dripping from every pore of his face Blaise snorted and sat up straighter in his stool.

"It's going dandy,just great. I mean what respectable pureblood wouldn't love being chained to a mudblood especially Granger…"

"Yeah what?"

The fire whiskey running in his blood didn't allow Draco to fully digest the semblance of his friend's words so he just shrugged. "Yeah". But after a few minutes the weight of his words finally hitting Draco making him nearly spill his drink trying to buck out of his seat disbelief written in every crevice of his face. So unlike his friend whose coolness still engulfed him his back stiffening the only indication that he had even know his friend had moved. It only took a moment for a sneer to appear on his beautiful face. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean Zabini?".Giving him a sneer that could match his own " And here people thought you were smart. His cold laugh ringing in Draco's ears. You know exactly what I mean Malfoy who wouldn't want Granger hanging off their arm, their bed, their anything mudblood or not." Something clouded over Draco's eyes, but this wasn't the time nor the place to invest in his feelings so he simply ignored Blaise he was drunk anyways having no comprehension of what he was saying. But he kept going never acknowledging his friends bristle demeanor towards him or just ignoring it altogether " I mean come on Draco you picked the long stick out of the bag with this one .his eyes becoming dreamy. what I wouldn't do for a wife who was 5'9" measurements 34-24-35 his hand gestures coinciding with his words to fuck everyday to bend to my will. Blaise's words were like ice water to Draco's face ."You should really hold your tongue while talking about ones wife Zabini even if it is mine you never know how one might react". Fury radiating from every seemly calm word coming from his mouth fingers whiting from the force he held on his glass. The next thing that came out of his mouth broke Draco's restraint drunk or not friend be damned.

"So can I fuck her?"

His fist collided with his friend's jaw answer enough for the both of them but that didn't stop them, their fist plowing into each others body starting a full out brawl in the bar. Their fight forgotten in the madhouse. "Are you fucking crazy I will tear you from limb to limb you fucking bastard" punctuating his words every time with a blow to his face. With a smirk on his bloody mouth he gave Draco an elbow to the face. "Come on Drac share a little you know whats mine is yours vice versa isn't that the Slytherin motto or maybe that was Gryffindor ..." maneuvering his head out the way before it collided with Malfoy's fist. "Just let me have a little taste, let me taste, suck, and fuck your mudblood for old times sake you already know we've shared women, whats the problem?".

"At least tell me if shes a screamer or does she moan?"I bet shes a screamer answering his own question. " Tell me how it feels to have those long tan legs wrapped around you? Does she beg for you to fuck her? How does her face look when you bring her over the Brink? Is her mouth open, face flushed, nipples hard..."

"Your one sick fuck you know that Zabini". Blaise snorted."like we aren't on the same boat".Draco continued not even acknowledging he spoke. "That was back in Howgarts, a Slytherin pastime fucking whores like their was no tomorrow but this is my wife mudblood or not. I'm not going to let her walk around fucking my friends or any other person embarrassing the Malfoy name, Do you hear me Zabini?" Plus why would you want to stick your pureblood prick in something so filthy as Granger". His face holding a grimace at the picture his statement conjured.

"She's just so ... wait what? Are you telling me you haven't screwed your wife, that you haven't crescent every room in that manor, haven't plowed that sweet mudblood body."Disbelief ringing in his every word.

"No"...Finality is his tone.

"But how is that possible the Marriage law stated that the marriage had to be consummated ..." Blaise spluttered confusion clear on his face.

"Yes it never said when. I could wait to the last day of this four year nightmare before I even have to lay a hand on her. So if you can shut the fuck up about her I'm trying to actually enjoy my evening. Plus the contract didn't say anything about me being faithful, thank Merlin".Draco sighed frustrated with all this talk about the stupid mudblood. Ruining his whole evening.

"Of course it didn't "... Blaise drunk the rest of his drink and sneered at his friend just for good measure before apparating out of the Leaky Cauldron. It didn't take long for Draco to find a wanton pureblood witch to take to his bed where he fucked her through the matrix, her screams of pleasure echoing off every wall in the Left wing. He took pleasure in knowing it was probably keeping Granger up fueling him to fuck her into the early morning because that's what she deserved and so much more.

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Hermione tried to use a pillow to cover her ears from the wretched screeching coming from the banshee in Malfoy's bed because of course the house wouldn't let her do magic probably sensing she was a muggleborn. To let her do a simple silencing spell, It wouldn't be a Malfoy home if it did. But for Merlin's sake did she have to be that load she could do without that and the creaking bed. Even if she hated Malfoy with a passion she couldn't help feeling hurt that he didn't care enough for her position as his wife to practice his infidelity out and the streets and not bring it home to a bed they had to share.

She hated being married to him he acted like she was worse then the grime under his shoe. Like she wasn't attractive at all but that she looked like one of the hags from the dark alleys of Diagan Alley and worse he was able to lay his hands on her like a child would do to a disobedient toy that it was playing with making her feel dispensable but she would show him he wasn't going to break her and if he could bring someone into their bed so could she.