Chapter 9: Celebrating Captivity
Hermione had changed once more, donning her reception dress. It was a beautiful white, knee length dress with sequins over the breasts and tummy. It appeared that the sides came to the front and met in the center. She loved all the dresses they had picked out, but she was certain of one thing: After today, she is sick of white clothing.
When she was able to rejoin her friends and guests, she was approached by her best friends; each, in turn, giving Hermione big hugs and simple pecks on the cheek. When Molly came forward, she was bawling rivers and her purse was over-filling with tissues. The ever loving mother figure, Molly was. If she didn't cry, Hermione would have been worried. Her own parents were quite displeased. They hadn't had the chance to introduce them properly to her fiancé, and her father was less than pleased with the sudden wedding invitation.
Hermione made a beeline straight for Draco, wanting to avoid being dragged into conversation with guests. The sooner she got to sit down, the sooner everyone could eat and leave. Though, I'm not sure I want it to end that soon. The sooner this ends, the sooner we're alone, together, on our honeymoon. Even the thought of the word sent chills down her spine. A honeymoon? With Draco? Every time Hermione imagined it, it made her sick to her stomach.
I vowed to make him happy. A happy husband is a happy wife and marriage, right? Hermione knew this wasn't always the case, but she needed some reassurance that she did the right thing. She finally made it to Draco as he stood and pulled her chair out for her and pushed her in before resuming his seat.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Lucius and his wife stood up as he spoke, "We would like to thank you all for being able to attend the joining of our son, Draco, and his beautiful new wife, Hermione. Over the past few years, we Malfoy's have done many things we are no longer proud of. It is with our deepest regrets and condolences that we came to these realizations a little too late. But we would sincerely like to atone for those mistakes by making a formal, public apology to all Muggleborns. We were wrong, and we beg for your forgiveness. We understand that—"
Hermione whispered to Draco while his father rambled. "What in Merlin's name is he doing?"
"I told you, part of us being in love in public is to help the image of the family."
"So he's using our wedding to apologize?"
"Sure seems that way." Hermione simply sighed and returned her attention to the speaker.
"As such, we would like to welcome Mrs. Hermione Jean Granger into the Malfoy family with open arms and hearts. Hermione, come on up; you, too, Draco." Lucius stepped back as the newlyweds nervously stepped on the stage. Narcissa was the first to wrap her arms around Hermione in a tight, warm hug – of which cameras from the media captured the moment. Hermione was sure these pictures would be in every magazine and newspaper by tomorrow through the rest of the month.
Narcissa leaned back a bit and looked at Hermione before saying, "Welcome to the family." She gave Hermione a sweet kiss on the cheek and turned to hug her son as Lucius gave Hermione an awkward, but amazingly well pulled-off hug, of course, the cameras went crazy over this. "Congratulations, you two." Narcissa smiled and stroked Draco's cheek affectionately before the four Malfoy's faced the audience. Lucius and Narcissa both raised their glasses in a toast as Lucius bellowed, "To the Newlyweds! May your relationship stay pure and happy." The entire hall broke out into the toast saying, "To the Newlyweds!"
As Draco gave Hermione another soft, sweet, knee-buckling kiss, cameras flashed and the crowd went wild with cheers. Hermione was flushed with embarrassment; she was never one for public displays of affection.
Food filled on the tables and everyone settled down to talk amongst their tables and eat. Hermione and Draco sat at their table with their chosen courts. Ginny was sitting next to Hermione and talking about the speech and how crazy it was that Lucius actually hugged her. Hermione was just as shocked as her red-headed friend. Hermione found she didn't have much of an appetite, but the food was delicious so she managed a few bites of everything before making polite conversation with everyone around her. Draco, for the duration of their meal, stayed silent; only talking once he was finished and stood up.
"Hermione, let us go. We have to make rounds and greet each person and thank them for coming." Hermione only nodded and bode her friends a soft farewell with promises of talking at the after-party.
Together, hand in hand, they made their way around with genuinely fake smiles, thanking everyone individually for coming. They were so convincing that even Harry smiled and said he was happy for her. How dense can he be? I'm obviously faking this! Oh well, I guess I'm doing a good job if my best friend is fooled.
When they finally completed rounds, they came up to the front for the cutting of the cake. With her hand holding the knife and Draco's on top of hers –and his free hand being very distracting lingering around her waist, they slid the knife through their cake. Applause erupted over the banquet hall as all the guests cheered. Hermione actually felt guilty for lying to everyone. She would have rather just had a private wedding at the ministry to be legal, and tell everyone she was forced into it like all the other unfortunate people. But that thought was dismissed as she found herself in the traditional arm-lock, feeding Draco cake by hand. She tasted the cake he had fed her and several "Awww"s filled the room.
Next was the champagne. Draco did this a little differently from usual. He didn't want to try linking arms, due to being nearly a foot taller than his bride. Any ideas that Narcissa threw at him was thrown out with his height. They opted to just have him lift the glass for her. But, Hermione wasn't expect it quite the way he had planned.
Draco took her by the waist and gently leaned her back, cradling her against him. He lifted the champagne flute to her lips and after she took a dignified sip, returned her to her upright position. He gave her a sweet kiss. The crowd really seemed to enjoy their fan-service and the photographers went mad. Hermione sent him an unnoticeable glare from the corner of her eyes. He was enjoying her humiliation far too much.
"THROW THE BOUQUET!" Some random lady from Draco's guests yelled loudly. Hermione actually giggled slightly, going to the stage Lucius had made the toast on. All unmarried guests came below her as she turned her back to them. She gave a sigh and threw the bouquet behind her. When she turned around the women were scrambling, looking for it; but Ginny was off to the side giggling, holding the bouquet.
"Ginny! You're amazing, you know that!" Hermione giggled, hugging her friend.
"What is this supposed to mean anyway?" Ginny kind of looked at the flowers, not sure what to make of them.
"Superstitions say that the unmarried lady who catches the bouquet will be the next to get married."
"Ha! We can only hope." Ginny laughed as she looked at Harry.
"Hermione get up here." Draco was calling her from the stage. Neither girls had noticed that he was waiting for her, all the single guys present huddled where the fighting girls had just dispersed from.
"You're not seriously going to hike my skirt up in front of everyone are you?" Hermione sounded concerned.
"How else am I going to get the garter? Just prop your garter leg up on this chair." He was whispering to keep the audience from hearing. She complied rather reluctantly, focusing on keeping her balance.
Draco hoisted her skirt up, revealing inch after inch of creamy, milk-white thighs. He fiddled with the garter, letting his fingertips gently stroke the inside of her thigh. Did she mention that he was having way too much fun embarrassing her? Well this reinforced it.
He finally got the garment off, and allowed her skirt to fall back to her knees. Draco mimicked Hermione, turning his back to the men. This was more amusing to watch than the women. The guys clambered over each other, nearly gnawing each other's arms off. But Blaise won by far, emerging himself from the pack holding the prized garter his hands.
Many of the women that fought over the bouquet eyed him with catty smiles, trying their best to flirt with him. Draco laughed and stepped off the stage with Hermione as the band started to take to the stage.
Everyone stopped talking as Lucius came up. "We would like everyone to enjoy themselves today. We have music for your dancing pleasures, and I would like my son and daughter-in-law to lead the first dance." He gestured his hand to the dance floor as the band started up. Draco took Hermione's hand and brought her onto the dance floor, leading her into a perfect waltz.
After the first song ended, everyone joined into the dancing and Hermione was able to sneak away; but her solitude was soiled when Draco chose to follow her.
"What a bunch of fools." Draco muttered as they sat in a chair. "They really believe we're happy and in love."
"Is it such a crime? To be happy on your wedding day?"
"Not for people who are genuinely in love. But these are friends and family; the people that should know us best."
"Are you really miserable, even though you seem so happy?"
"I am… well, let's just say I am less than thrilled to be married period, let alone to you."
"Speaking of being less than thrilled," Hermione was ready to lay into to him for all the public displays of affection. "What the hell is all this public affection?"
"A mirage."
"No, you idiot. Why are you doing it so much?"
"To keep them fooled." Draco's answers were shot and blunt; no playful tones, and no smiles – hell not even a smirk."
"Well stop. I don't like so much affection being displayed to the public."
"Well, you might want to get used to it because aside from the times we have to consummate to create a child, you won't be getting any damn affection at home."
Ha! He'll learn damn quick I won't lay down for him! "You know, Draco, you sure have a bad habit of ruining all of my good moods." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a look of contempt.
"I don't really care what mood you're in."
"Let me guess, you just care about yourself?"
"Listen, Granger –"
"That's funny, I'm pretty sure I'm legally a Malfoy now. Whether you like it or not, you can't change that now."
"Fine, mud-blood then, I have done nothing but what is asked of me. I haven't done one thing to deserve being stuck to you. I saved your life, I helped Potter, I turned against Voldemort, I married you. When do I get to be happy in all of this?"
"As soon as you realize that I will be nicer and more pleasant once you start treating me with respect. No one is going to bow down to you just because you aren't happy with your situation. You have to make the best of it. I wouldn't be a terrible partner, if you could grow up a little. But I will make your life a living hell if you don't start treating me with the respect I deserve."
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" Draco's voice was starting to rise, catching the attention of a particular photographer nearby.
"Draco, you're going to attract attention. They're already watching."
"I don't give a fuck who is watching at this point. You have no right to talk to me that way." His voice was now low, dangerously low.
"Fine, let's talk about this upstairs." Hermione was starting to get nervous. Reporters were beginning to attempt eavesdropping on the newlyweds.
Suddenly Draco grabbed her around her waist and pressed his lips against hers in a fierce passionate kiss. Cameras flashed wildly as his left hand ascended into her hair, cupping the back of her head. To the crowd, the gesture seemed to deepen the kiss; but in reality, he was just making it so she couldn't pull away.
Damn him. Damn him. Damn him. He knows I hate this in front of everyone. Why is his hand running the length of my sides now? Hermione was getting more uncomfortable by the minute, but to the outsider's eye, Draco was getting even more comfortable with every passing second. His right hand stopped coursing her sides and gently cupped her jaw before running his fingertips down her neck. Hermione's hands had pressed against his chest, hoping to remain some distance between them. Her hope was lost as Draco easily closed that space. He was letting his teeth gently nibble on her lip, then would allow his tongue to run the outline of her swollen, abused lips.
"You two, save it for the honeymoon." Hermione was ever so thankful when some guy Draco knew from Slytherin house came up. Draco broke away giving a sly grin to his friend as Hermione tried to not look appalled – or disappointed. Sure, he's a dick. He's an ass. He's a spoiled brat. But he is hot… and an amazing kisser. Hermione swooned at the thought that she'd have to live with this. Too bad he only kisses me to make a scene in public.
"Hermione! Go change into the after party dress. We're going to have so much fun!" Ginny ran up, grabbing her arm. Together they made their way up to the room used to store their clothes.
"Draco rented out the entire venue of Black Cats Alley!" Hermione was confused, she'd never heard of such a place; so Ginny continued, "It's the hottest venue for formal parties. It's a club, a dance club for formal events. You go do the formal shit wherever then go to the club to have the informal fun. The place is super expensive!" Ginny was so excited. Hermione got the feeling that since Ginny's family was poor, she would probably never get another chance to go.
When Hermione changed into her third and final dress of the evening, Draco came into the room. He looked at Ginny then to Hermione. "You don't have to worry about your clothes, they will be sent to the proper place. Weasley, you may want to put your name on your stuff so they know where to send yours. Hermione, we need to get downstairs into the apparition point and get to the club." He turned to leave but stopped, looking back for just a moment. "That dress, I like." He then left, much to Hermione's pleasure.
At his compliment, Hermione was blushing like a little school girl. Ginny was practically rolling on the floor laughing. Hermione clicked her tongue in frustration before grumbling something about meeting her husband before walking out of the room.
When she got downstairs, Draco wrapped his arm protectively around his wife, but was very dismissive of her presence. Hermione got the feeling she was merely an arm trophy for him to just carry around. Draco then said his goodbyes to his friends before putting both arms around Hermione, pulling her into a loving embrace then apparating away.
Her feet smacked the ground and she braced herself on Draco long enough to catch her balance before letting go. She definitely hated apparition. Draco seemed to hold her a little longer than necessary before he seemed to angrily let her go and went over to talk to the owner of the place. Hermione decided she would get a look around.
The club had deep red walls and black furniture. There were silver drapes ever so many feet on the walls and several cushy couches. There were incense everywhere giving the room an intoxicating smell that Hermione couldn't place, and there were fog machines putting smoke about knee-high. There was a disco ball in the ceiling over the center of the dance floor and several multi-colored strobe lights flashing. The atmosphere was one that felt very refined and luxurious, yet at the same time very relaxing. She had a feeling they would have a great party here; and she didn't even really like parties.
"Hermione! Over here." Draco beckoned her to one of the seats.
"What?"
"We've got about five minutes before everyone else shows up. So I figured we should at least be together when they arrive."
"So what does that have to do with the next four and a half minutes?"
Draco gave her a wicked smirk and grabbed her wrist. Hermione tried to pull her arm out of his painful grasp, but he tugged her roughly and she toppled into his lap painfully.
"You," He emphasized her address with venom pouring from his voice, "need to be taught a lesson."
"And why does that involve pulling me into your lap? And what did I do to deserve punishment anyway?"
"The way you talked to me. You talked as if I were lower than you."
"When you act like a spoiled child, you will be treated as such." Hermione was chastising him once more.
Draco growled angrily before jerking the zipper down that held her strapless dress up. Hermione was mortified when her breasts were exposed to the club air. Draco didn't stop there though. He roughly reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down and off in one swift move, pocketing them in his coat. Draco attacked her nipple closest to him with his teeth while his right hand viciously groped her other and his left hand going to her center.
It only got worse as Hermione realized what his plan was. He plunged two fingers into her repeatedly, hitting her spot just right each time. She really hated the fact that her body responded when she couldn't stand him. He was an ass and any remorse she felt quickly flew away as it was replaced with hatred. Screw making him happy. He deserves to be miserable. Hermione felt a familiar pressure building up. She was close to her peak. With one final shove, Hermione heard a loud pop behind her. But it was too late. Draco sent her over her edge, right as their friends arrived to the club. Hermione couldn't hold back the cry of pleasure, nor could she restrain the tears of embarrassment while her body writhed and convulsed. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over her while Draco rode out her orgasm with his fingers.
The only friends that showed up happened to be Draco's; which was a relief and a disaster all in one. They were going to gossip; they were going to tell everyone about what he and Hermione "were doing." Though they wouldn't know everything, that wasn't important; they would spread the lie well, thinking it was true. Draco's friends howled and high fived him while Hermione, holding up the front of her dress, ran to the restroom crying. Draco was going to have a miserable honeymoon. She was going to make sure of that.
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Woo! Another chapter. I start Japanese lessons tomorrow/later today! I'm so excited.
Yeah I decided to finally give a little smut. It's not full-blown sex, but that should tie you Dramione lovers over until I can get them to a sexual point in their relationship :D
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AND Hermione's After-Party Dress::
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