Chapter 6: Ambivolence
"I told you a hundred times! I want orchids for my wedding! NOT roses! This is supposed to be my special day and even if I don't enjoy it and it winds up ruining my life, I swear by the Gods it will be the most beautiful day of my life! Now get rid of the bloody roses and give me the orchids!"
The small woman ran away from the soon to be Mrs. Malfoy feeling more than incompetent. That wasn't Hermione's intentions but she had woken up the morning of her wedding with a feeling of dread and so she had decided that if she was going to have to be miserable than she would make everyone else around her miserable as well.
"FIVE MINUTES!" Patrice shouted as she walked into Hermione's room. "We have five minutes dear. Are you ready? You look beautiful!" And she was right. Hermione looked stunning in her uniquely gorgeous gown. It was a cream color, steering away from the traditional white. She didn't like traditional. The dress left her whole back wide open. It was a silk material and it hugged to her every curve. "Draco's going to go wild for you when he sees you, sweetheart," her mother told her.
Hermione then began fussing around with her hair, fixing loose strands. It was half up and half down, falling in gorgeous ringlets all around her. She wore no veil. Her reasoning to her mother was that it would take away from her hair but really it was because to her, it would make the wedding too official. "Time to go!"
She walked out of her room and down the steps of the manor. The back yard was buzzing with close friends and family, which really just made it a death eater reunion from what Hermione could tell. "But mum!" she cried out. "I don't even have a bridesmaid. And plus, Harry and Ron aren't here! How am I supposed to get married without my best friends present?"
"Let's go," Harold said, sneaking up behind her. "Your fiance is waiting for you. We shan't keep him waiting." He tucked her arm under his and began escorting her down the aisle, a magical harp laying in the background.
She saw Draco standing up at the end of the aisle and began to sort of hyperventilate. He had a forced smile on his face, obviously not wanting to be there.
'Good,' She thought. 'That makes two of us.' And then her thoughts traveled to a place she wished they would have never gone. 'This is my wedding night. I've been waiting all my life to have sex on my wedding night. Am I going to sleep with Malfoy? No...never...But then am I going to be a virgin until the day I die? No way. I won't let that happen. But now I don't know what to do! I don't want to sleep with Malfoy...or do I? I mean, he is very handsome and I've heard rumors from Lavender and Parvati about what a great lay he is. It might not be so...No! Hermione, what are you thinking! Get your head out of the gutter!' She had been so consumed in thoughts that she hadn't even realized that she was up at the altar and Draco had already begrudgingly taken her hands. AND the ceremony had already started.
"Draco," the minister began. "Do you take Hermione to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"Only if I'm going to die tomorrow," he muttered under his breath so only she could hear him.
"What was that?" the minister asked.
"I said...I...do."
"Good. And you Hermione, do you take Draco to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"Do I have a choice?" She didn't bother mumbling nor was she embarrassed by her comment. She meant what she said. "Apparently not," she guessed by the glares her parents were sending. "Alright. Why not? I do."
Though he was confused, the minister continued. Hermione tuned him out until she heard, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Draco turned to her and the look on his face told her that he had forgotten about this part as well. "I guess you're my wife now," he said as if he was being tortured.
"Can we just get this over with?"
"I never just kiss to get it over with. My kisses are legendary throughout Hogwarts."
"Yes, I know. I room with Parvati and Lavender. There's nothing that I don't know."
"Well then, let's make this magical."
"The only thing that's going to be magical about this will be if you try to touch me in the wrong way and I feel compelled to hex you into the next century."
He placed one arm around her back and pulled her in. "Brace yourself!" His lips met hers roughly, full of anger. He kissed her so hard that he knew her lips would be swollen afterwards.
After about five seconds or so, he pried open her lips with his tongue and began exploring. She was obviously trying to hold back, trying to let him know that she wasn't enjoying the kiss but her moan gave it away.
When they pulled apart, the color had risen in her cheeks and her lips were bruised and swollen.
She took his arm when he offered it and they walked down the aisle. She never thought it would actually happen but now it had.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Hermione practically gagged. "You call that a kiss? There's been toads that kiss better than you!"
"If I remember correctly, I just kissed you and you MOANED! Moaning is a sure sign of enjoyment. You don't moan if you don't enjoy the kiss. So don't go around telling me I'm a horrid kisser when you so obviously are just trying to cover up for how...excited it made you."
"Listen here, Malfoy..."
"You can't call me by my last name anymore, love. You're a Malfoy too now!"
"Only because I had no choice!"
"Regardless of how it came to be, my darling wife, you and I are married. Can't we just TRY to make the best of it?"
"NO!"
"Well why the bloody hell not?"
"There's too much bad history between us!"
"But we also have GOOD history. You got your memories back. You know what I'm talking about!"
"Mal...Draco, I can't erase the past six years of my life!"
"I'm not asking you to! I'm just asking that you remember the first seven!"
"Can we please stop shouting?"
"Only if you'll admit that you liked the kiss!"
"Merlin, are we back to that again?"
"Yes. And we'll keeping going back to that until you admit it!"
"Fine. You're an okay kisser. Does that make you happy?"
"NO! I'm not just an "okay" kisser. I've been told that my kisses are life changing experiences. That implies that they're more than okay!"
"What do you want me to say, Mal-ugh-Draco? I enjoyed the kiss. But that doesn't mean I like you in any way shape or form."
"I'm not asking you to like me."
"Good, because I don't."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Alright then."
"Great."
"Stop talking."
"You first."
"No you!"
"You!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
Finally, he grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, both wanting to come out on top.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as he possibly could. His hands rubbed up and down her sides, making her shiver in anticipation.
She ran her fingers through his hair and realized that that must have been his weakness because as soon as she began playing with his hair, he moaned loudly into her mouth. She let one hand then rest on the back of his neck in order to make sure his mouth didn't leave hers and the other hand continued to play with his hair.
When they finally pulled apart, both of their faces were flushed. "So I guess our wedding night won't be a total bust after all," Draco said while trying to catch his breath.
"Why wait until tonight?" She was timid but this was her wedding night and she wanted it to be everything she had always expected.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Why not? I mean, the party's not for another two hours and we have nothing better to do. Our mum's have everything covered so we're useless." They weren't needed until the party began.
"I can't believe we're back together."
"I wouldn't say we're back together but we are going to see where this leads."
"Sounds good to me."
"So are you going to kiss me again or what?" If his kisses were a preview to how he was in bed then waiting was out of the question.
"Hm...I'm thinking about it."
"We don't have ALL day, you know!"
"Well in that case..." He leaned down once more and nibbled ever so lightly on her bottom lip. His tongue slowly entered her mouth and he picked her up, carrying her out of the church and into the limousine that was waiting for them.
"We can't do it in the limo, Draco!"
"And why is that?"
"Because I...well...the driver could hear us or something!"
"So where do you propose we do it?"
"Let's go back to the hotel room, we'll check in, check out the bed, then leave again. I had to change anyway for the party. AND the party is at the hotel!"
"Alright. Fine. DRIVER! TO THE HOTEL! NOW!"
"In a bit of a rush, are we?" Hermione chuckled.
"I've been waiting since you left to get you back into my bed."
"Is sex all you think about?"
"YES," He replied without giving it a second thought.
"Draco I just want you to know that I'm still a...a...well I've never had sexual relations."
"You mean...never?"
"Well I was close once, with Harry...but we weren't dating or anything and I thought it'd be kind of slutty to do that."
"So exactly how far HAVE you gotten?"
"Base wise?" He nodded. "Well what base would you call the kiss we just shared?"
"You're kidding me, right? That's the farthest you've gotten?"
She blushed furiously, allowing her beautiful curls to fall into her face, hiding the crimson color that had risen in her cheeks.
"Are you sure then that you want to do now, with me?"
"This is our wedding day! This is what I've been waiting for! I'm not backing down. I made a promise to myself. It's not like I'm scared of sex or anything. I just wanted to wait. It just never seemed like the right time."
"Well I guess on your wedding day is the perfect time."
They got to the hotel and Draco had a lot of fun checking into the hotel as the "Newlyweds." Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. He loved the idea. Marrying her was something he had always dreamt of.
When they reached their room, Draco carried her to the bed, bridal style, and laid her down, showering her with kisses.
But there was something in the back of her mind that just couldn't get used to the fact that he was still her enemy and this wasn't right. She knew that his kisses were definitely enjoyable but was that enough reason for her to sleep with him?
His hands reached behind her back, dragging down the zipper of her dress.
She had always imagined being in love with the man that she lost her virginity to. Though her seven year old self did in fact love the seven year old version of Draco Malfoy, the teenage versions never did get along.
The dress slid off and she was left in just her panties, not even a bra. She felt exposed. She hadn't been that naked in public since she was born.
He tried hard not to stare but the sight was just to beautiful for him. Her breasts were a modest size, not too small but too big either. He kissed downwards from her lips to her breasts.
She was nervous and her breathing increased.
Luckily for her, he was distracted by a head in the fireplace. Two heads actually. Patrice and Narcissa.
"Mum!" he shouted. "Can't you see that we're a little busy?"
"Sorry dear," Narcissa apologized. "But we need you here at the party. You're running late. Save something for tonight, sweetheart. Come to the reception hall now."
"If you thought we were old enough to get married," Hermione began, "then it's up to us to be adults and know when it's time to come down or not."
"You're not an adult until you're seventeen, Hermione," Patrice laughed. "But it is a Reins/Malfoy tradition that we marry at the age of sixteen. So you got married a few weeks early. Big deal."
"This is bollocks. I should have had a choice, mum, and you bloody well know it!"
"Dear, don't argue with me. Now come downstairs to the reception hall. Your guests will be here in fifteen minutes!"
The two women's faces disappeared and Hermione huffed in anger. "Honestly, you would think that if they thought we were mature enough to handle a marriage then they would at least think us mature enough to decide if we want to be on time or not!"
"Are you still complaining about the wedding?" he asked sounding slightly offended.
"Well yes...I mean, come on! I just got back my memories. I'm still fifteen! I'm not saying that sometime in the future, I would complain about having to marry you but...NOW? AT OUR AGE?"
"You don't see me complaining, do you?"
"Well why not? You're allowed to complain you know! You have a right to! This wasn't fair! It goes against our free will!"
"It doesn't go against mine!"
"But..."
"I can't believe you. Every single time I think we're making progress you just go and ruin things!"
"But..."
"I don't want to hear it, Granger. Let's go."
He left before she got a chance to protest to the use of a name that never was truly hers to begin with.
A/N...Hope you enjoyed. Please read and review.
