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A/N: Thank you to Sunglow999 for beta reading, and to everyone who has reviewed so far. OK, a little bit of fluff now, so if you're allergic to it, don't read.

Chapter 2 – Two Dragons

Draco Malfoy wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and looked down at the tiny brunette standing beside him. The wind whipped around them as they started up the winding driveway towards an imposing grey stone mansion ahead.

It was Christmas Day, and they had been at Hogwarts yesterday to witness the wedding of Draco's former Head of House and classmate, Professor Severus Snape and Hermione Granger.  They were now on their way to see Chastity's father to ask permission for them to marry.

Chastity glanced up at her fiancé and smiled smugly.  Halloween had been a turning point in their relationship, and they had got to know each other much better since then.  Yes, they still flirted with each other, and they had come very close to sleeping together, but Draco had pulled back before they had gone too far.  He'd proposed just before the wedding yesterday, and she had accepted.

Standing before the huge oak doors, Draco almost laughed. Above the door, carved in stone, was a dragon. How ironic that the symbol of his fiancée's family was a dragon, and his name had the same meaning. Perhaps it was destiny after all.

The door cracked open and Chastity led him forward past the house elf that stood there waiting to take their cloaks.

"Is Father in his study, Poddy?"

"Yes, Miss Chastity. Is you be wanting Poddy to bring tea?"

"Please. Poddy."

She led the way towards the double doors across the expanse of the hall. Knocking softly, a deep voice bade them enter. They entered a study with book-lined walls.

"Hello, Daddy." Chastity went over to a man seated behind a desk who lifted his cheek for her kiss.

"Hello, sweetie. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. This is Draco." She pulled Draco forward.  Chastity's father stood up and came around from behind the desk. He held out his hand and Draco shook it.

"Draco?"

"Draco Malfoy, Sir."

"Lucius Malfoy's boy?"

"The same." Draco inclined his head.

"Hmm. Thought I saw the resemblance."

"You knew my father?"
"I knew of him. Wasn't impressed."
"Neither was I at the end."

"Tea coming, Chastity?"

"Yes. I'll go and check, shall I?" she knew a hint when she heard one. Her father was so predictable. She almost pitied Draco, but realised he could handle himself with her father.

"So, Draco, Chastity tells me she works for you."

"That's right."

"Doing?"

"She's part of the security team at my nightclub. But I'm sure you already know that." Seven years of Snape had prepared Draco for any interrogation. This was no different, except this mattered more to him.

"Hmm. How's she doing?"

"She handles herself very well, Sir."

"But you'd like to handle her more." Devereux Duval pinned Draco with a sharp stare from piercing blue eyes. Draco stiffened in offence.

"I came here to ask your permission to marry her, Sir, not to be insulted."

"That serious, eh?"

"Daddy!" Chastity came into the room to find a hostile fiancé facing her father. "Behave!"

"Just wanted to find out what his intentions were." Her father sent her an innocent look, but she wasn't fooled.

"Well now you know." She curled her hand into Draco's and squeezed sympathetically. He smiled down at her as her father watched carefully from under hooded lids.

"So, you'd like to marry my little girl, Draco. You do know she's only eighteen?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And how old are you?"

"Nineteen, Sir."

"Bit young for that sort of commitment, aren't you?"

"I don't think so, Sir. Not after everything that's happened in the last two years."

"Hmm.  I see your point.  So how do you propose to look after my daughter? Is this nightclub profitable?"

"Yes, although I have enough to support us without work."

"Assets not seized at the end of the war?"

"No, although it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I have my own trust, set up by my great grandmother." Draco tolerated the questions, knowing he would do the same with his own daughter when the time came. There was something about father/daughter relationships that made him eager for the day he and Chastity had children. He hoped he would be a rather better father than Lucius had been to him. He wouldn't mind more than one child, perhaps a boy and a girl.

"Have you finished interrogating him yet, Daddy? I want to show him off to Hope and Faith."

"Yes, off you go." Devereux stood up and held out his hand to Draco. "Welcome to the family."

"Thank you, Sir. I'll take good care of her."

"See that you do."

Chastity took Draco's hand and they left the study. The hallway was decorated for Christmas, with ropes of fir and holly, lush with berries, draped over the stonework, softening the harsh lines. A huge fir tree was in the corner, decorated in blue and silver; an unusual change from red and green, thought Draco.  A thousand lights twinkled in the branches, changing colours all the time so that the silver/blue scheme wasn't cold looking.

"Merlin's Balls, Chastity, when are you going to start wearing dresses?" a male voice came from the balcony above.

They looked up to see two men and two women standing there. From the resemblance to Chastity, Draco decided that the women were Faith and Hope, her sisters. The man who had spoken was tall and dark, the other man slightly shorter but still dark. They all swept down the stairs and surrounded the couple.  In the flurry of greetings, Draco distinguished that Faith was the eldest, and tallest, of the sisters, with pale blue eyes. Hope was slightly smaller than Faith, with hazel eyes. The taller man was Ewan, married to Faith, and the other was Davis, married to Hope. The two men sized Draco up, noting the possessive arm around Chastity. They looked good together, the taller blond towering protectively over the tiny girl, no, woman, now.

"You survived the fatherly talk then, Draco?" Davis asked.

"Yes."

"And?"

"Permission granted." Chastity said.

"Congratulations. When's the wedding?" Hope asked. She had received an owl the previous evening, warning them that their little sister was bringing home a date for Christmas.

"The summer, we think." Chastity looked up at Draco for confirmation.

"Yes. When Quidditch season's finished."

"You play?" this from Ewan.

"Used to. No, I have some friends that play professionally."

"He went to school with Harry Potter."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Harry Potter's coming to your wedding?"

"Yes."

"We're impressed."

"Thought you might be." Chastity said dryly. She looked up at Draco to see how he was taking the whole Harry adoration bit. He smiled down at her in reassurance. It didn't bother him at all. Since he'd reconciled with Harry and become friends he'd seen how the 'Boy Who Lived' had been uncomfortable with the fame that had come with it. He certainly didn't envy him anymore.

"So does this mean you have to wear a dress?" Ewan asked Chastity, knowing her fondness for leggings and boots.

"I do wear dresses occasionally, Ewan."

"Oh yeah? When?"

"On special occasions."

"And Christmas isn't special?"

"I'll change later." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Anyway, I'm going to show Draco his room."

She tugged on his hand and they went up the stairs. Following a long passageway that reminded Draco of Hogwarts' dungeons, they stopped outside a large oak door with a carved dragon in the centre. Chastity opened the door and gestured him inside, running a soft hand over his backside as he passed her. He flicked her a look over his shoulder that said 'later'.

"My room's through that door there." She pointed to another door near the large four-poster bed.

"Convenient." He smiled, pulling her into his arms.

"It would be if Daddy didn't ward the door."

"Good."

"Good? I thought we'd spend some time alone together."

"We're not doing anything while we're under your father's roof."

"Does that mean when we get back to the Lair we can?"

"Maybe."

"Draco, why is it I'm doing all the running? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do." He pulled away, but avoided her eyes.

"Anyone would think you've never gone all the way before, the way you're acting." She joked, and stared as a flush swept his cheeks.

"Draco?"

"What?" he snapped.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you a virgin?" now Chastity's cheeks were red.

"Why, aren't you?"

"Well of course, but I thought that.."

"Because I'm older and a Malfoy that I'd have already done it?"

"Yes. So why haven't you?"

Draco shrugged uncomfortably. "It never got past the kissing stage at school. There was never anyone I was particularly attracted to. Although I did have plenty of offers." There was the Malfoy haughtiness back that she remembered from their initial encounters.

Chastity sat back on his bed and watched as he paced the room. For all her innocence in sexual matters, Chastity was an avid people watcher. Now she understood why Draco had intrigued her, and his inconsistencies became clear. He knew how to flirt and to kiss, but was always the first one to pull back from going further. Perhaps that was why she'd fallen in love with him. Previous boyfriends had always tried it on with her, until she'd knocked some sense into them.

"Draco, stop pacing and come here." She said firmly. He turned and she saw the vulnerability in his beautiful silver eyes. She held out her hand and he sat beside her. Chastity pulled him into her arms and stroked the back of his neck as he buried his face in her hair, his arms tightening about her.

"Do you mind?" his voice was muffled.

"That we're both inexperienced?"

"No, that I am."

"Of course not. We can learn together."

"I feel such an idiot." He mumbled.

"At least we're talking about this now, and not on our wedding night." She smiled, nudging his face with her cheek to get him to look at her. Her eyes sparkled at him. "Think how embarrassing that would be?"

"You mention this to anyone, young lady, and I..I'll.."

"You'll what? Ask for your ring back? I'm telling you now, Mr Malfoy, that you ain't getting it."

"No? I'll have to think of some other punishment then." He lunged suddenly and they fell back on the bed together. All Chastity's martial arts training deserted her under the onslaught of Draco's fingers that were tickling her ribs.

Rolling around on the bed together Draco didn't notice her top rising up over her ribs until his hand felt the soft skin of her midriff. He curled his hands around her waist and rolled on top of her, tangling his legs with hers to keep her still. Her face was flushed and her hair was a mass of curls spread over the velvet covers of the bed.  Her hips moved against him and he groaned as the evidence of his arousal made it known.

"Chastity.." he warned.

"Draco.." she answered breathlessly, shifting against him again.

"Stop it."

"No."

"Please." He kissed her gently.

"Oh, all right. But I don't want to wait until we get married, Draco."

"Perhaps you're right. Maybe we should wait until we get back to the Lair, though."

"Can we go tonight?"
"No. Now go and get changed. Much as I love those boots of yours, they don't go with dress robes."

"And there I was, thinking I could wear them under my wedding dress."

~~~

Devereux Duval watched his daughters interacting with their husbands and fiancé after dinner that evening. Draco Malfoy. He'd heard about him through an old acquaintance, Saxen Snape. Saxen had kept a close eye on his brother, who was a teacher at Hogwarts. Saxen had also kept in touch with Albus Dumbledore, and even though Devereux knew Saxen hadn't had any contact with Severus, he had been kept up to date with everything that went on.

He wondered how Saxen would take the news that Severus had gotten married yesterday. To a much younger woman, and an ex-student at that. He smiled to himself, wondering how well that would go down with the Snapes' parents. He might just do some skilful questioning of young Malfoy, purely in the interest of helping an old friend.

~~~ 

"Enjoying yourself, Draco?" Devereux came to stand beside his future son-in-law by the fireplace.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Draco said as he watched his fiancée and her sisters teasing Ewan.

"Did you both have a nice time at the wedding yesterday?"

"I think so. It was nice to meet up with everyone again." He grinned as he remembered the look on Ron's face, who still hadn't reconciled himself to his most hated teacher having a sex life.

"Something amusing you?"

"Just the thought of Snape and Hermione, that's all."

"Chastity said Hermione was much younger than him."

"Yes. Hermione and Severus got together just after she graduated. It was touch and go for a while. He can be very jealous."

"Really?"

"Yes, but I think she's got him tamed now. He was much pleasanter the last time we met. He was a real bastard at school."

"Do you think it will last?"
"I've no doubt about it. They are made for each other, even if she is muggle-born."

"Does he have a problem with it?"
"Not at all. She's more than a match for most purebloods."

"What does she look like?"

"Here." Draco pulled something out of his robe pocket and gave it to Devereux. It was a wedding picture of Severus and Hermione. Hermione was cuddled close to Severus and waving. Severus was looking down at his new wife, looking totally besotted with her. She then looked up and lifted a hand to his cheek as he bent to whisper something in her ear.

"They look very good together. Would you mind if I kept it?"

Draco looked surprised at the request. "No. Why, though?"

"I know his brother. I think he would like to have it."

"I didn't know Severus had any family."

"Not many people do. May I?"

"Of course, I can get another copy. I am a friend of the bride, after all."

"Please don't mention this to her though. I think it might be a good idea if his family approached him themselves."

Draco inclined his head in agreement, and went over to his fiancée, his face thoughtful.  There was more to this family business than he was used to, but looking at Chastity he thought it would be worthwhile.  They had accepted him without question; his name meant nothing to them, and it was a nice change.  Chastity beamed up at him, and he smiled. He could get used to this, even if he was subjected to the occasional interrogation by the Welsh dragon himself. After all, there would be two dragons in this family soon.

TBC