DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/N Thanks for your support. Hermione isn't going to change all at once, as we will find out.

Love and Rejection

He walked them to the couch and with his wand, he made it a bed.

"Yes?"

She nodded, she had no choices, she thought, I am pregnant, it is a fact. The babies were always a gift, not their fault.

"Please?" He pointed at their clothes, and once she nodded, they were off. He had thought about this for days, every hour, all the time. His body and mind were ready. His wife to love and protect, his.

"Gods," he said, "in the light, you are prettier."

He thought nobody could look better. Seeing her naked body made his body tremble, and his cock twitch.

He fell on his knees to kiss her breasts, to caresses her body. He pressed his aroused sex against her. He was hot and hard. She knew he was ready, feeling him.

She flinched when he closed his lips around her nipple. "Gentle, they are tender," he moved with regret, kissed her down her belly, he had always wanted to try this.

His mouth moved down, with his fingers he opened her gently. He saw her stomach clenching and smiled. He let his tongue flicker and felt her response, he had no idea what to do, he just wanted a taste, and that was exactly what he did.

"Tell me if this is good," his tongue flickered over her. It tasted like her, like passion, the best. She lifted her hips to give him better access. His cries mixed with hers. This was his favorite, he decided.

It crossed his mind for fleeting seconds that his father was a fool. Thinking this could be dirty. How wrong he was.

Nothing she could offer was either dirty or bad; he wanted all of her.

He was loving, something she could sense, different. The clean energy filled her up, it felt good.

He couldn't wait he moved her legs apart, while his hand touched and moved, never sure if he were doing it right, he'd learn. "Witch you taste so good, I love it."

He set his body and moved her legs. His breath was as loud as his moans, he cried when he felt his cock right outside of 'it,' "Please help, just a little," his body wanted to go fast but no, he wanted it good for her. His cock twitched when she wrapped her hand around it.

While kissing her lips, he pushed gently and touched his wand to ease the sensation. The sex witch had taught him the charm.

He noticed that his loud breathing was matching hers, she was slick with desire, it felt so very good, more, don't stop, "Yes?"

She nodded, and by little by little he entered her.

No more waiting, he breached her and stopped. His face lit with wonderment and something she couldn't believe, caring.

He felt too large; well, he was big. It had been good till now,"Hurts."

"Much?"

"Less than a Crucio."

Draco found it funny and both smiled.

He couldn't stop kissing her as he thrust slowly, shuddering with each movement.

"Gods," he said when her channel contracted around him. He felt as if a pulsing, wet fist was around him. He kissed her over and over while he moved. This was the best feeling, the bite of pleasure traveled thru his body right to his cock, the pressure building.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy, being so close, feeling her body close to his, I love you, my wife, he thought.

She could not understand why it felt so well; she loved her Wizards so why this? It was good with them, but this was different. Her body wanted more. It hurt at first but now, she didn't want it to stop.

His hand touched the small node, the one that Adrian said the witches liked when touched. He could feel the movement all around massaging, pressing.

"Yes, yes, my wife, my wife...so good,"

"Agh so good, my witch," he tried to be gentle but the pleasure was too intense, his thrusts were wild. He bit her shoulder as his body climaxed inside of her. He held her tight still coming.

"Ouch," she said.

"Sorry," and pulled out, though he was semi-hard again.

He saw blood dripping out as well, "Oh, was I too rough, the baby."

"No," she seemed sad.

"Ah," he remembered his father's instructions for Astoria, and there would never be another. They were forced to marry, but he wished she would give them a chance.

"Please wait," he went to the linens and took a pristine white napkin. He started to clean her with a tenderness that she didn't understand. Why? She wondered.

Lucius and the in-laws

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

He took the napkin and dropped in a silk pouch in his robe. He had been ready for days. He sat by her, caressing her forehead and wiping the tears with his fingers.

"Why the tears my beauty?"

"This was meant for them, for my loves."

He felt pain, and his eyes filled with tears.

They were being watched while nude, so who would be there, right then?

Lucius, and he looked disgusted.

Draco growled.

"You couldn't resist her, those like her is all they want."

Draco stood tall but first covered her with his shirt. He kissed her forehead, "Sorry. "

"Don't look at her, and out here, I am with my wife. You don't say bad things about her. You have no right, besides, you are trespassing. Out, Now, keep your eyes away, respect here, are you crazy?" Draco was about to cast an unforgivable. He was shaking with anger.

"If she were a witch of your choice, you'd never do this. Whether or not you are my father, I should hurt you. What you have done is all kinds of wrong." He snarled and looked like a warrior, ready to strike. "If you weren't my father..." Draco meant it.

Hermione was surprised at Draco's attitude, at how he defended her. Looking at him, something shift inside.

Lucius was flustered, "I came to tell you that I was allowed to come here. The Muggle Ministry is seeking the witch. They seem to be able to enter our Unplotted territory without problems. Her grandfather demands to talk to her. They are at the manor, have her ready.".

"We are not at fault; you are welcome to go if Kingsley allows it. Tell that to your grandfather," Lucis looked shifty, afraid?

Hermione didn't lie when she said that she was royalty. She was the granddaughter of one so ruthless that he would make Lucius wet on his pants.

Hermione cried, I cannot leave right now, the baby, she thought. She decided that she would stay for a while. Harry my love, my Ron, I betrayed you, forgive me. You knew who I was and still loved me.

She knew things. She saw it in Lucius mind, he had talked to her grandfather, privately.

If Papa knew the truth, he would want to kill this family. He would find out; she needed to be astute. My grandfather is not forgiving.

She was certain, they would be afraid If they knew who her grandfather was. Her father had been a Muggle, but her mother, hmm, they should also be scared of her. Pretty to look but deadly if she chose.

Her grandfather could be called the Prince of Darkness, one of them. When his only daughter met the part Muggle traveling with his twin brother, it was love at first sight. She frequently liked to step in their world.

To her father's dismay, she was full of light. He blamed it on his poor choice of beloved, an excellent source of entertainment for all his brethren. His daughter did as she pleased refusing to marry any of Papa's chosen ones.

When her mother decided to marry and stayed, her father came along and started their company that grew into multinational worth billions within a couple of years.

Lucius must have known something. It was hard to tell if he were making excuses, or maybe not. If he knew anything, he would be dead. Her papa could kill thousands just by lifting a finger.

"I'll talk to him, Draco you come with me.''

A/n hmm. Let's meet her Grandfather, poor Draco. :)