Chocolate Frog Card: (Bronze) Abraxas Malfoy: Challenge: Write about Abraxas Malfoy.

Myths & Legends: Task: Write a character who is a virgin. Extra Credit: Involve the character having someone attempting or succeeding in taking their virginity.

Prompts: (word/location) Church, (object) Piece of jewellery that signifies character's virginity (aka, a promise ring)

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Abraxas Malfoy

Gringotts: Hermione/Abraxas [Hermione - Pairings]

Word Count: 876


Hermione was a beautiful young woman, unaware of her looks and the effect that she had on the male population and due to this, she was a frequently sought out witch, though nobody had ever managed to catch her eye.

Abraxas Malfoy had been a constant presence since her arrival at Hogwarts, and he hadn't given up, even after they'd graduated. Many of his friends, and hers, found it strange that a Slytherin, who wasn't quiet about his prejudices, was trying to gain the attention of a Gryffindor muggle-born. Hermione had just smiled politely whenever it was brought up.

She didn't know what to think; he caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach and her heart to race and her breathing to speed up and her palms would slightly sweat with the nerves that erupted when he got near her, but he didn't think her kind should be allowed in their world, and for that, her heart fell short. She would have no problem with handing herself over to him otherwise.

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked, interrupting her thoughts. She stifled a sigh, raising her head from her bent over position but not looking at him as he sat down next to her in the pew.

"Praying," she replied bluntly.

"I could see that," he chuckled. "But why?" Abraxas Malfoy was quite the inquisitive creature and she coudn't work out if that was because he wanted a better understanding of muggles to try and prove why they shouldn't allow muggleborns or if it was because he was actually interested; then again, it could be because he wanted to play with her and then throw her away when he lost interest.

"What are you doing here?" she asked instead, not bothering to answer. She turned her head, looking at the blond wizard who was taking everything in with wide eyes. She smiled softly at the awe on his face.

"I came to see you," he told her. "You've been avoiding me."

"You've been stalking me." He shot her a smirk, looking at her out of the corner of his eye but didn't dispute her claims. It only caused her to sigh. "I don't understand why."

"I've told you. I want to know you, I want you."

"You're not interested in me," she argued. "I'm everything you hate, what could you possibly want with me?"

"Have you ever listened to the shit I spoke about at school?" he asked abruptly, causing her to blink as he turned fully in the pew to look at her. He reached across to hold one of her hands. "I used to go on about how muggleborns weren't even magically powerful enough to raise a feather and then you come along and blow my mind wide with all the things you can do." He chuckled, thinking back at the times she beat him in class. "Things that I couldn't even do and things we had yet to cover. You didn't fit in with the muggleborn criteria."

"I do," she pointed out. "I have muggle parents, I had no knowledge of the world I was joining until eleven."

"But you're powerful," he continued. "A very powerful witch."

"So you only want me because I'm powerful? Great, that makes me feel better." She rolled her eyes, trying to pull her hand from his but he wouldn't let her go. His thumb stroked the back of her hand and she tried to ignore the tingles that she felt.

"I was intrigued at first," he admitted. "You were like a myth and I wanted to know more about you, to prove that maybe you were a pureblooded witch that had got abandoned but now, I know more about you and I couldn't imagine life without you."

She scoffed, her eyes rolling. "You're just saying that so you can play and then leave."

She made to snatch her hand away but he was holding it tightly now, his eyes narrowed in on the promise ring that was resting on her finger.

"I can't imagine you not in my life," he repeated. "And I can't imagine any other man touching you." His voice was gruff and Hermione felt shivers go down her spine. "Allow me the chance to prove it. You can read my mind, drink Veritaserum, I don't mind; whatever I can do to help."

Hermione stared at the honest look on his face before smiling softly. "You can take me out on a date."

ONE YEAR LATER

"Are you sure about this?" Abraxas asked, his voice bordering a groan as her fingers explored his chest. "We don't have to."

"We're married," Hermione smiled. "Aren't married couples meant to celebrate their wedding night?"

"Yes," he groaned, tilting his head back when her fingers suddenly pinched his nipple. "But we can drink, or read some books."

"Or we could consummate our marriage," she offered, kneeling above him, her hand grasping him to keep him steady. "After all, you've waited so long." She lowered herself, pausing to slowly get used to the stretch before settling on his lap.

"Oh, Hermione," Abraxas breathed, his head tilting back to get a better look at the goddess above him. "I'm so glad that you let me be the first."

"The first and only."