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Rowling!
After dinner was served Hermione immediately excused herself from the table eyeing Draco to follow her. He of course took his precious time. She stood by the stairs waiting for the click of his footsteps to be heard.
"What do you want Frost?" he asked her, usual Malfoy sneer in place.
"What the fuck Draco?" she spat out at him. "Why in Merlin's name would I want to marry your sorry excuse for a human being?" Hermione inhaled deeply. "I'm leaving this rat-hole, you nasty prat and don't expect me to even think about you or-"
Hermione was cut off by being slammed into the stone wall behind her. Draco stood, a hand on either side of her head, his ice cold eyes daring her to move. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and tried to focus on glaring at him while his woodsy scent enhanced her senses.
"You will do what I tell you to do...and if you don't there will be consequences to pay!" his eyes flashed dangerously. "Besides," he sing- songed in a voice that could chill Hermione's bones. "Betrothals can only be broken by death or if your parents were here to break the contract. But, luckily for you, they died a horrible, excruciating death of being tortured, bound and gagged, and finally having their insides ripped out of their bodies for them to see, watching until the air slowly drained from their exposed lungs."
Hermione had silent tears of fear and loss sliding down her cheeks. She didn't even notice when he turned and left the stairway, satisfied grin in place. Her cries became slightly audible as she drew a shaky breath. 'How am I supposed to get out of this?' she asked herself. 'He thinks he can make me have kids?' she ventured along this thought. 'Well he will have to think again. I won't have kids and there is definitely no naughty business for him' She smirked in spite of herself. He wasn't going to break her that easily.
She quickly retreated to her bedroom and washed the make-up from her face after she had removed her dress. Her regular night attire of shorts and a spaghetti strapped shirt would have to be tucked away for her plan to work. She slipped into a nightie that left little to the imagination. It was a magenta color that worked well with her hair and skin tone. She mussed her hair into the sexy, just rolled out of bed look. Oh she would have some fun with Mister Draco Malfoy!
Surely enough, at the strike of nine, there was a knock on her door. She walked over to it and pulled it open and leaned against the door frame. You could basically see Malfoy's eyes pop out of his head. She licked her lips sensually as she looked up at him, her dark eyelashes lifting seductively.
"Yeah...Draco, what do you want?" she murmured, feigning tiredness with a yawn.
"Uh... I was sent to check on you by my mother."
Her eyes stared into his for a long while until she hesitantly reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. He stood stock still, his breaths the only noise heard from him. 'Pick up the pace Hermione' she berated herself. Her hand that had brushed the stray lock wandered down his body, slightly caressing until she stopped it at the top of his pants.
"Hermione...what are you doing?" His voice was deep and husky, eyes closed.
"Draco," she breathed. "I want you, now!" She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. His mouth opened involuntarily as her tongue teased his bottom lip. She snaked her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. One hand stayed in his hair while the other went and started to unbuckle his belt. Her tongue traced patterns in his mouth, deepening the kiss. Her lips were on fire. She felt right kissing him, but that wouldn't stop her from unveiling the plan.
Draco pushed her against the door, mouth never leaving hers. She could feel his 'excitement' pressing against her. She smirked on his lips and moaned 'Draco' before forcefully pushing him off of her. Hermione turned her head quickly and hoped a blush would rise to her cheeks.
Her blue eyes portrayed nothing as her gaze landed on him. He looked dumbfounded to say the least. One minute she was hot the next cold.
"Maybe you should go Draco," she told him, eyes flickering to his pants and then his face. "I think the little one needs to be tended to...without me."
After dinner was served Hermione immediately excused herself from the table eyeing Draco to follow her. He of course took his precious time. She stood by the stairs waiting for the click of his footsteps to be heard.
"What do you want Frost?" he asked her, usual Malfoy sneer in place.
"What the fuck Draco?" she spat out at him. "Why in Merlin's name would I want to marry your sorry excuse for a human being?" Hermione inhaled deeply. "I'm leaving this rat-hole, you nasty prat and don't expect me to even think about you or-"
Hermione was cut off by being slammed into the stone wall behind her. Draco stood, a hand on either side of her head, his ice cold eyes daring her to move. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and tried to focus on glaring at him while his woodsy scent enhanced her senses.
"You will do what I tell you to do...and if you don't there will be consequences to pay!" his eyes flashed dangerously. "Besides," he sing- songed in a voice that could chill Hermione's bones. "Betrothals can only be broken by death or if your parents were here to break the contract. But, luckily for you, they died a horrible, excruciating death of being tortured, bound and gagged, and finally having their insides ripped out of their bodies for them to see, watching until the air slowly drained from their exposed lungs."
Hermione had silent tears of fear and loss sliding down her cheeks. She didn't even notice when he turned and left the stairway, satisfied grin in place. Her cries became slightly audible as she drew a shaky breath. 'How am I supposed to get out of this?' she asked herself. 'He thinks he can make me have kids?' she ventured along this thought. 'Well he will have to think again. I won't have kids and there is definitely no naughty business for him' She smirked in spite of herself. He wasn't going to break her that easily.
She quickly retreated to her bedroom and washed the make-up from her face after she had removed her dress. Her regular night attire of shorts and a spaghetti strapped shirt would have to be tucked away for her plan to work. She slipped into a nightie that left little to the imagination. It was a magenta color that worked well with her hair and skin tone. She mussed her hair into the sexy, just rolled out of bed look. Oh she would have some fun with Mister Draco Malfoy!
Surely enough, at the strike of nine, there was a knock on her door. She walked over to it and pulled it open and leaned against the door frame. You could basically see Malfoy's eyes pop out of his head. She licked her lips sensually as she looked up at him, her dark eyelashes lifting seductively.
"Yeah...Draco, what do you want?" she murmured, feigning tiredness with a yawn.
"Uh... I was sent to check on you by my mother."
Her eyes stared into his for a long while until she hesitantly reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. He stood stock still, his breaths the only noise heard from him. 'Pick up the pace Hermione' she berated herself. Her hand that had brushed the stray lock wandered down his body, slightly caressing until she stopped it at the top of his pants.
"Hermione...what are you doing?" His voice was deep and husky, eyes closed.
"Draco," she breathed. "I want you, now!" She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. His mouth opened involuntarily as her tongue teased his bottom lip. She snaked her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. One hand stayed in his hair while the other went and started to unbuckle his belt. Her tongue traced patterns in his mouth, deepening the kiss. Her lips were on fire. She felt right kissing him, but that wouldn't stop her from unveiling the plan.
Draco pushed her against the door, mouth never leaving hers. She could feel his 'excitement' pressing against her. She smirked on his lips and moaned 'Draco' before forcefully pushing him off of her. Hermione turned her head quickly and hoped a blush would rise to her cheeks.
Her blue eyes portrayed nothing as her gaze landed on him. He looked dumbfounded to say the least. One minute she was hot the next cold.
"Maybe you should go Draco," she told him, eyes flickering to his pants and then his face. "I think the little one needs to be tended to...without me."