Chapter 3

To Marry, To Bed.

Hermione woke up the next morning, feeling sore and embarrassed. She had let someone see herself let go last night. For the first time someone had witnessed her in all her glory, Draco Malfoy. He was something of 2 cm away from her, his arm draped lazily around her stomach. His hands were rough, just as she imagined, and then had felt so good. Especially when they.......

NO! No Hermione! she thought over and over in her head. 'Your not thinking about sex with him. That's what he wants. That's the only reason he wants you in his life Hermione, is to have sex. If not you, then he'll cheat on you, and you know it. You can live without sex, after all you have for 17 years! So stop acting stupid like a little girl. He did not 'make love' to you. He fucked you. That's what he does, he fucks girls. And you let him, you gave up your virginity to somebody you hate. Your disgusting.'

Her eyes welled up with tears, and some fell down her face, staining her dry cheeks. Draco felt a shift in the bed, as Hermione lifted her arm up to wipe away the tears. He looked at her from underneath his messy bed hair.

'Was she crying' he thought. 'Maybe I did hurt her after all. I tried to be gentle, I did make love to her after all, and I've never done that with somebody before, maybe I did it wrong. No, a Malfoy never does anything wrong, especially not sex.' Draco moved his hand underneath her chin and made her look up in his eyes, they showed him what her thoughts could not. She was in pain.

"What's the matter, Hermione? Did I hurt you?" He looked almost sincere. Her eyes were looking away, not meeting his.

"No, Malfoy. Everything's fine." She snapped, as she pulled away from his naked body, and pulled the sheet around her body as she walked toward the restroom, and locked the door behind her. She drew some bath water in the huge pool/tub that was in the center of his bathroom.

'How did he do this to her? She was no longer pure.' she couldn't get the thoughts out of her head. She had wanted to loose it to someone that she loved, and she lost it to someone she hates. Wow, how ironic. The water was scalding hot, but she didn't care, maybe it would take away the impure germs that now were covering her body. Inside and out.

She took the loofah at the side of the tub, and started scrubbing until her skin was raw and red. She was too busy trying to clean herself of all the invisible dirt that she felt, she missed seeing Draco open the locked door and stare at her wide eyed as she was crying trying to scrub herself. He was in his black boxers again, good. She didn't need to see that thing that fit inside her to perfectly last night, and at the same time, stretched her to the limits.

"What are you DOING?" He asked, his hands by his sides, one clutching a wand tightly, and the other clenched in a fist. His eyes were wild, searching for answers to hers. She dropped the loofah in the bath water, and brought her knees to her chest, concealing herself from him.

"I asked you a question, Granger." She flinched at the way he said her name, as if she was below him. And at the moment, she was, seeing how he was dressed and she was not, and had had no problem taking away her virginity; while she only wanted it back, to give to somebody else. She looked like a crazy women, and he was on the verge of yelling at her. How dare she, how dare she hate herself after they did something beautiful together last night.

"I..umm...." She broke down in tears again.

"You what, Granger? Care to tell me that you hate me? By the way you were scrubbing your body, you think i don't know that at this point?!" He yelled at her.

"You don't care about me, Malfoy!" She screamed through her tears. "So don't act like last night didn't change anything, because it did! I'm just another one of your conquests, only this time your getting married to me." She got quieter as her rampage went on.

"Is that what you think?" He whispered. "That I had sex with you, so I could boast about it to all of my friends, and tell them what a terrible lay you are, and how I had you give it up to me in a matter of minutes? Fine, Granger, you win. I fucked you last night. It meant nothing to me." He then turned around shaking his head, and left her crying and sobbing alone.

Sobs racked her chest as her whole body thrashed against itself. She got out of the water, and wrapped herself in a towel, and tried to compose herself as she leaned against the door, listening for Draco; but leaned her head out the door and saw the closet. IF he was still in the room, she would have to run toward the closet and close it before he got anywhere close, and he if wasn't then well, she'd act normal.

She opened the door completely, and saw him, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. She clutched her towel tightly to her body as she started fast walking toward the closet. She was reaching toward the handle on the door when she felt someone grab her hand and slam her against the wall.

His chest against hers. He could feel her breast's heaving up and down as she couldn't control her breathing. His legs were slightly in between hers, and he had her hands locked in between his hands and he held her against the wall.

"Listen Hermione," His voice soft and caring. "Your going to be my wife, and I'm going to be your husband. We don't have to have sex again if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you too. But do you think we could try to get to know each other first, to make this whole ordeal somewhat bearable?" He was looking straight into her eyes, she couldn't escape this time and she knew it.

"Malfoy, my towel." She said, trying to remind him that she was still pissed off at him, by using his sur name.

"My names Draco," He growled at her, becoming annoyed again, "and if you haven't forgotten," his face turned into a smirk again as he dipped his head down towards her ear, "I saw all of you last night, and again this morning." He said as he swirled his tongue around her earlobe. He felt her shiver.

Of course under no circumstances did he plan not to have sex with her ever again, seeing how he knew now that she had a taste she was going to want it again. And soon. And by the way she was breathing, not very long.

Hermione felt the heat boiling up in her lower stomach, why did he make her feel this way? Was this love? No. It was merely lust. She longed to feel his hands on her again, she longed to have something inside of her. Why was he teasing her this way? One minute he claims to hate her, and the next he has her up against a wall teasing her.

"Say it." He said, as he gently bit on her ear lobe, breathing in her ear.

"Draco." She sighed as she squirmed beneath his body.

"Good," He smirked letting go of his body as he backed away from her. "I'll see you downstairs for breakfast.

She was disappointed as he left the room. She felt so......unsatisfied. She no longer cared about herself being impure or disgusting because of what he does to her. Instead she wanted to feel him inside of her again. But he said they didn't have to have sex.

So why wasn't she jumping for joy? Because she had gotten a taste of him, and now she wanted more. Like poison, she was going to go crazy without it, but she didn't want to admit it to him. That she enjoyed last night, she just didn't enjoy how it happened. How they hated each other.

It was going to be a long two weeks, up until the wedding. And that it was. Draco had followed through on his promise, they had not had sex since that night. But he could tell she was ready to explode. He had touched her, lightly as first, then one day he got up the courage and while he had been pretending to sleep had pulled her close to him, and his hand drifted toward her heated area.

Hermione had woken up at this and tried to move his hand, but Draco [still pretending to be asleep] instead mumbled something and rubbed her harder. Hermione just bared her mental pain for the following 2 hours that Draco had 'pretended' to be asleep. Listening to her breath quicken, and just as she was about to reach an orgasm. He stopped. And she quivered against his hand.

This had happened for the last two weeks. It was hell. And seeing how tomorrow was their wedding day, Draco knew Hermione was dying to have a climax [seeing how she refused to giver herself one].

Draco woke up to the sound of a shower. Most likely cold, as he had touched her at her core again last night. And she was dripping more than ever, as he tried not to smirk as he felt her wetness seaping through her panties, and even more through her shorts. He silently laughed to himself, Hermione. Hermione Granger, was sexually repressed because of him.

Ha. Such a funny thought. Their wedding was that night, and he couldn't wait. To embarrass her in front of everyone at their wedding. He heard the shower turn off and he inwardly smiled. The day had begun.

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The Wedding.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she thought she looked beautiful. She had grown so much in these past two weeks. She had grown more impatient. She had lost her virginity. Not many people would be able to tell if not for it being apart of the marriage ritual.

She was pulled out of reality when Ginny walked in the room, her hair was pinned up, and had so many bouncy curls in it, it was hard to believe. He dress was a dark emerald green, and was so elegant that Hermione couldn't believe she was 5 minutes away from walking Draco Malfoy down the isle.

"Hermione," breathed Ginny, "you look absolutely beautiful." And it was true. Hermione was wearing a strapless, elegant, white dress. She had her hair half up, half down and it was full of luscious curls that twisted in just the right way. She had a few pins in her hair that held diamonds in them, and made Hermione look almost magical.

"I don't know if I can do this, Ginny." Said Hermione at last. Tears threatening to run over her eyelids, and ruin her mascara.

"You can Hermione, just look at yourself. You look amazing, and Draco's not going to able to resist." Said Ginny, laughingly.
Ginny knew all about Hermione's frustrations, she had known it since she walked in the room. Hermione, Hermione Granger, wanted sex. Needed sex badly.

"So did you enjoy your first time, Mione?" She asked teasingly. Ginny saw Hermione blush and her cheeks were looking slightly tinted, even under her makeup.

"Oh Ginny, you have know idea." She laughed.

"So did you, you know?" Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Hermione.

"Have an orgasm? Ginny, trust me, you don't want to know." Said Hermione blushing even more at this, and the strange longing in her stomach was resurfacing.

"Yes, I do!" Said Ginny, pulling Hermione down to a chair next to her's in the guest house outside of the Manor. The wedding was taking place in the vineyard outside of the Manor. Draco's idea. Well sort of, they had to compromise, Draco had wanted a huge wedding in the vineyard with a minimum of 2,000 people.

While Hermione had wanted a quiet wedding by the beach. She wanted it as easy as possible, and to stay away from her future husband. Hermione Granger was wired. Every time she was in the room with Draco, she got a strange feeling in her stomach, and her mouth watered, and she wanted to throw him on the nearest bed and have him make the feeling go away.

But she didn't. and why? because she had told him, they were never to have sex again. but with their current sleeping situations and the cold showers, Hermione Granger was on edge.

"You really want to know?" Hermione looked at Ginny, and Ginny nodded.

"OK," laughed Hermione, "I had four." She looked at Ginny and Ginny's mouth was wide open.

"Four?" Ginny almost screamed! "He gave you four orgasms? Before he came?"

"Ginny! SHUSH!" said Hermione, as she was afraid people could hear her friends realization. "And yes, and we haven't had sex since."

"And why not?" Ginny whispered harshly.

"Ginny, I was embarrassed. He hated me not more than 5 hours before!" Said Hermione rather loudly. Forgetting her surroundings for a moment. "I felt dirty, I'd been holding onto it for so long! and then just to give it up to somebody who didn't care about whether I lived or died. And then he bet me! He bet me he could make me orgasm at least three times before he was even IN me! And now all I want his for him to touch me! But he won't! And I'm about to explode!" Screamed Hermione exasperated at last.

There was a knock on the door, and Blaise Zambini opened the door, slightly smirking and grinning like a mad man. He had heard every word.

"Umm, Granger?" He spoke, trying to hold in his laughter. "It's kind of time for you to walk down the isle?" He said, before closing the door behind him. Once the door was closed both Ginny and Hermione heard a fit of laughter until Blaise Zambini was all the way out of the guest house.

"Great." Said Hermione. "Just great."

Ginny walked Hermione toward the door, where Mr. Weasley was waiting to walk Hermione down the isle toward her future Husband. The walk was easy, even though Hermione almost tripped twice. She was in a daze, 200 people were about to witness her being married to Draco Malfoy, one of the strongest wizards in the wizarding world.

The rest was cake. Draco promised to love Hermione always, and his eyes bore into held her hand and rubbed he thumb over her skin, sending her hand into flames. Hermione promised to never stop loving Draco, and to care for him always, She blushed at this.

Thinking of how good he looked, and what she wanted him to do to her. Thinking of all the things he could do with those hands, those fingers. Then the hard part came. They had to touch each other.

Hermione looked up to Draco, and he was smirking. As usual, she thought. He brought his hand up to her cheek and brought her face slowly toward his. His lips tried to be gentle, but you have to remember, he had not had sex in weeks.

He exploded. His lips moved roughly against hers, and his other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. They would have moved further if Draco had not been pulled back into reality by a clapping that was sweep over the crowd.

Draco broke apart, and turned toward the crowd, and holding Hermione's hand, they walked back down the isle. As a couple. As a married couple.

AN: So this chapter kind of sucked. Yeah I know, just think of it as a teaser. But if you did like it and want me to continue it, then write a review. The next chapter is going to be good, I've already started working on it. They will be going back to Hogwarts in the next chapter. Should Draco finally give Hermione what she wants? Should he not? Let me know, I mean, I already know wahts going to happen, but tell me what you want. :) Chapters should be coming up alot more faster know,