Make Me

Another week passed before Hermione brought up the subject of them having to do anything again. Draco smiled, he had found the perfect charm to make it so she wouldn't become pregnant.

And she didn't know that he had already performed it on her while she was sleeping. It would last a week before it had to be re-cast.

When Hermione walked into their bedroom she smiled and Draco was confused.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked.

"Oh, I've just decided that if you are going to play this little game then I will too."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"If you want to fuck me so bad, you get to fuck me. No charms!" she said angrily.

Draco's face dropped, he wanted hot Hermione, not bushy bookworm Hermione.

"No? Okay, no sex. Asshole," Hermione said as she left the room.

"Fuck!" Draco yelled.


About 15 minutes later Draco finally realized that he was sitting here with his mouth hanging open forming the 'ck' sound at the end of the last word he had said.

He got up from his bed and walked to find his wife. He realized what he had to do. He didn't want to resort to force, but he did own her and she would obey him.


"Will you stop it?" Draco shouted as he flicked his wand at Hermione again.

"No, I wont!" she said as she reversed the spells once more.

"You're my wife, you have to listen and obey!" Draco shouted, transferring Hermione hot again.

"Make me, Malfoy!" she said, changing back again.

"I will, you can't use your wand anymore," Draco said with a smirk.

"Yes I can," Hermione said trying to curse him but her wand did not issue a spell. "What did you do?"

"I own you, therefore I own your wand and if I say that you can't use it, then you can't," Draco smiled triumphantly.

"Fuck you!" Hermione yelled.

"I wish you would!" Draco yelled back.

Hermione shook in fury as he transformed her again. "Fine! Do what you want. I. DON'T. CARE."

"FINALLY!" Draco yelled.

"You son of a bitch!" Hermione yelled.

"Don't talk bad about my mother," Draco said, motioning her to the bed.

"I hate your mother for ever bringing you into this world," Hermione said angrily.

"Then blame her, not me," Draco smiled.

Hermione stood next to the bed shaking. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy," she sneered as she looked at her 'hot' form.

"I'm used to that," he said lazily.

"Can we just get this over with?"

"You know, you'd have more fun if you would participate," Draco suggested.

"It's bad enough having to be awake. I'm not going to actually pay attention."

"Your choice," he said as he advanced.


"Next time, you're participating," Draco commanded.

"There wont be a next time," she countered as she whispered a fertility charm.

"Yes there will be," he said, smiling.

Hermione snapped her head off the pillow and looked at him. "What did you do?"

"You mean you don't know everything?"

"Malfoy! What did you do?"

"I said a contraceptive spell. I don't want you pregnant…yet."

"Malfoy!" Hermione whined. "You cant do that. I need to get pregnant so we can discontinue these…activities."

"If you would go along with it, you would find that these activities are not all that bad." Hermione glared at him as he continued. "I swear, it's almost like having sex with a corpse, you just lying there."

"Malfoy!"

"Yes?" he asked innocently.

"I'll make a deal with you. We do this again—once—and I'll participate. I get to use a fertility charm—no counter spells—and I'll even charm myself. But you have to let me get pregnant this time."

Draco mulled it over until he found a loophole. "All right," he agreed.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously before she stood up to dress.

"When?" Draco asked from the bed.

"Tomorrow night," Hermione said as she finished clothing herself and walked out.


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