Chapter 20

The meeting devolved into shouting and it quickly broke up.

The two Ravenclaws left as well, leaving everyone else in silence. Harry was staring at her like he realised he didn't know her at all.

"Could you all leave." Harry said. "I need to talk to Mione for a second. You too, Ron."

Everyone walked out of the pub, leaving her and Harry by themselves.

"What could possibly have been going through your mind?" Harry asked. "Malfoy?"

"I felt it was necessary for the benefit of this society." She said. "To get rid of this pureblood, muggleborn distinction. If we can have a future without it, we would all be better off."

"But Malfoy. I don't buy it." Harry said. "Malfoy and his attitude doesn't matter Mione, it never did. Certainly not something worth whoring yourself out for."

"I'm not whoring myself and it hurts that you would say so."

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"Yes."

Harry brought his hands up and pulled on his hair. He seemed completely lost for words.

"You don't have to go back, Mione." Harry said. "Just don't go back."

"I made an agreement. And he hasn't been awful, quite considerate. Until just now."

"No, I don't buy it." Harry said. "You hate him. You would never agree to this. He must have done something to you."

"Harry…" she started wanting to point of the ridiculousness of what he was saying.

"The assault on the castle." Harry said. "Its why they helped us. You made an agreement with him."

Hermione was astounded how astute Harry was sometimes.

"This is all my fault." Harry said looking like he wanted to throw up.

"No Harry. I'm a big girl, I know exactly what I was getting into. I firmly believe this is for the best. He would have helped anyway, he said so." She left out the little fact that he had only revealed this fact after she'd agreed.

"Malfoy is right about our population issues, as much as I hate to admit it. We are in real peril of extinction, particularly if the Slytherins continue to inbreed." She continued.

"I thought you objected to a more organised approached."

"I don't agree with girls being treated like trading cards. Each of us has to make a decision to do what we feel is best. I have decided to, but it was my decision."

"We can undo this Mione. I don't care what it takes, I don't care if it destroys everything."

"No Harry, I want to do this. We will have a child and then we will part. Its not that bad really. It's just sex. Its not like I'm getting emotionally involved."

"I don't like it."

"Its not for you to like, Harry. It is my decision and I've made it. Just trust me Harry."

"I trust you, I just don't trust him."

"I am hardly going to let him mistreat me." She said. "And I really need to have a few words to him about discretion."

"I'm so sorry." Harry said and pulled her into a bear hug. They hugged for a while. "Do you really think this thing could come back and kill us?"

"I don't know. It is possible, but I hope not." She said.

"Maybe we are better off not bringing more children into this world." Harry said.

"It would mean the end of the magical world."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Harry asked.

"I'm not ready for extinction yet. And obviously, I will go to extremes to ensure that."

She walked back to the castle with Harry. She did her best to assure him that she was alright, before excusing herself to go do some work. She didn't go do some work, however, she floo'd over to Malfoy Manor.

She found him in the study.

"That was completely unnecessary!" She shouted at him.

"How was I supposed to know you hadn't told anyone." He said looking up from the desk. "What were you intention, that you could keep this marriage a secret? It was going to be obvious when your belly starts swelling."

"Its my business when I tell my friends." She demanded.

"I am not going to be hidden like a dirty little secret." He said. "And I am not putting up with wankers like Asheniert thinking he can get it on with my wife."

"Well, you still should not have taken it upon yourself to tell everyone so bluntly."

"I can tell whoever I want about my marriage." He said. "And I am not responsible for you being chicken about telling your friends. Face it, the best way to do it is rip it quickly like Greentree slug goo, you save yourself a lot of pain by getting it over with upfront rather than trying to pry it off slowly."

"You cause me a bit of grief."

"No, you did that all on your own." He said.

Hermione huffed. Technically his statement was logical, but he was still inconsiderate.

"As you are here." He said. "Would you spit into this." He said holding out a vial with some powder in it."

"What is it?" She said.

"It is a special potion that will detect the presence of a Malfoy babe."

"Only a Malfoy?" She said, her curiosity winning out over any other reaction.

"Yes." He said. "A family recipe that has been around since the Middle ages. It is very effective."

"It must be quite advanced to pinpoint a specific family."

"Of course its advanced. What family did you think you were marrying into?" He said. "Now spit."

She thought about defying him just for the fact that he was ordering her, but that would be illogical so she spit into the vial.

He shook it around for a while.

"You're not pregnant yet." He said. "Nevermind, early days. Its only been a few days, you might not even be fertile yet. I guess we will just have to keep trying. No time like the present. Get your kit off." His hands going for his belt.

"No." Hermione stated. "I have work to do. I am not a lap dog that comes at your command. I agreed that I will spend the nights with you. And its still light out." She turned and marched out the door.

She heard him laughing behind her. "See you tonight Granger. I'll be waiting."

She floo'd back to Hogwarts, still flushed with embarrassment. She wondered if he had been joking, or if he was prepared to have sex with her there on the floor of his study. She considered the idea that he was toying with her, with her embarrassment. Well, it worked.

She returned to her vermin problem in the bowls of the castle, trying not to think of the fact that she would be returning there in a few hours. Where he would be prying off her clothes and doing things to her. Warm, sweaty things, with a lot of moaning and groaning. And the inescapable tension with its threat to drag her under and consumer her.

She felt tingles up her spine and it made the spell go wrong. She shook her wand and tried to get rid of the feeling. When did it get so warm down here, no wonder these vines were taking over the castle.

She felt increasingly nervous as it was getting closer to dinner time. She did every night, but somehow it was only nervous tonight, the fear was gone. She wasn't sure why or how, but the fear was gone. She didn't even fear the drowning sensation, she was actually quite curious about it. Not that she'd admit it, it suited her just fine to think she hated the sensations of him being inside her.

And it made her blush to think that he wanted to be inside her. She had never been confronted with such before, at least not in a real and tangible way. She didn't know what it meant.

She actually departed for Malfoy Manor quite late that night. She wasn't sure why, but she could think of all these things she could do, and they would all just take a little bit of time until in added up to a fair bit of time.

"Sorry, I am late." She said when she finally arrived. He had eaten.

"You missed dinner." He said. "Have you eaten?"

She shook her head. She was famished and not hungry at the same time.

"Eat." He ordered. She sat down at the table. She knew she needed to eat, so she forced herself.

He was quiet that evening and she was grateful. He was watching her and it made her stomach clench up.

"I can't eat any more." She admitted.

"Then come."

Her stomach clenched even more. There might be something wrong with her, she wondered if she was running a slight fever. Everything was a tiny bit out of kilter. Her skin seemed to vibrate when he touched her. And he kissed her, a kiss she felt down to her toes.

Her body seemed to welcome the sensation of being near him tonight. Heat crept up her spine and she wanted him closer. She could hear his breath getting heavy as he pressed down on top of her. She could feel his erection between her legs.

It was astounding in her mind that a boy wanted her like this. It was obvious that he did and she had this impact on him. This was causing some serious rewriting about her identity and what it was that she was.

He seemed a little less co-ordinated tonight. Less teasing, less kissing, more focused on the friction between their bodies. His hand was on her back side pressing her hips too him. They weren't even undressed yet, normally he would have had her out of her shirt and bra by now.

Her hand snuck up inside his shirt. His skin was very warm and she felt that she needed to touch it.

He pulled back from her and roughly tugged off his shirt and hers. No where near the smooth declothing he'd managed before. She realised he has less control, and she was responsible. She had done this to him and it made her feel immensely powerful.

He didn't bother taking her skirt off, it was pooled around her waist as he was entering her. The tension was much higher and all encompassing as he sunk into her. It took her breath away, and it only grew with each stroke. His mouth was just above hers and she felt his ragged breaths on the sensitive skin of her lips.

She was going under, she couldn't breath and it felt glorious. Maybe it was the oxygen starvation that made this tension feel so good. He ground his hips to her and something changed, a shift that made her insides explode. She wasn't sure what it was, but she seemed to lose consciousness.

He was straining above her when she regained consciousness from the pulsing abyss. She was in desperate need of oxygen and was taking huge shuddering breaths to make up for it. It took her a whole minute to realise what had happened. She'd had an orgasm, she had read all about them in Cosmo last summer. She could hit herself for not realising what it was, it was so obvious now. It just hadn't felt like she thought it would. It had been much…wilder.

"I always knew there was fire behind that prizzy front." He said lying exhausted on top of her.

She lay there underneath his weight trying to think what this meant. She wondered if she was a sex kitten. It was obviously something Cosmo supported whole heartedly. She wished she still had those magazines. She remembered there was a test in one of them. Surely one orgasm didn't a sex kitten make, she thought, but what had just happened felt quite monumental.