Chapter 11 :

Draco growled, in a slightly buzzed stupor, as he stomped down a hall way. He had asked several people if they had seen a pretty brunette about yay-high, speaking in a mess of drunken giggles, wearing a purple halter top and a black skirt. Just about every person had shaken their head no.

He had searched every area accessible for guests, and was now wandering the room halls. He wasn't sure where she was at this point, but he had a pretty good idea it involved those guys from earlier; and if Hermione had had anything else to drink, he was certain that whatever they were talking about involved a bed.

He growled again angrily, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His wife better hope he finds her with her clothes on or he was going to rip her a new one and punish her severely for the rest of their honeymoon. How the hell was he supposed to enjoy their honeymoon while he had to watch her every move to keep her from sleeping around on him? Damn it, they've not even been here for one day! He hasn't even tried sleeping with other girls; he at least had enough respect for this…this…sham to not try sleeping around.

He sighed. Some of his rage was starting to dissipate as he made it to the start of another hall of guest rooms. Some of what she said had been true. They may not like each other, but they were in this predicament now, they might as well make the best of it. It's not like Hermione isn't unattractive, she's actually quite pretty in the right clothing. A far shot from gorgeous; but for a forced marriage, he could have done worse.

The worst part was, when they got home, in the public eye, they had to act like they were in love. Hermione couldn't even tell her friends about their fake relationship. They would withdraw her immediately and have her reassigned to the next available person on her list; which, at the moment, was Weasley.

Draco's was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud crashing noise inside a room to his right. He made to keep walking, but something inside him forced him still. This could be a robbery. Why the hell would I want to deal with that? Just as he was getting ready to move, a scream erupted from inside the room; a female scream. Draco quickly grabbed his wand from his back pocket, aiming it at the door to hear better when he felt a familiar pulling of apparition at the back of his stomach.


When his feet smacked the floor, he was in a guest room on the cruise liner. Just as he was gathering his bearings he heard another heart-stopping scream and turned in time to lock eyes with his terrified wife. The three guys from earlier were surrounding her, two holding her down while the other was tonguing an exposed nipple.

Draco didn't have time to be excited by the thought of his wife laying in nothing but her underwear on a bed. He had enough time to yell, "Just whose wife do you think you're raping?" The men looked up and Hermione felt her terror shift to relief then to panic and on to nausea all within a split second making her head a little woozy.

Draco was quick to react though, pulling out his wand. The three men stopped everything and stared dumbly.

"A polished stick? Really?"

Draco rolled his eyes; Muggles. "Immobulus." Immediately the men could not move and Draco went to release his wife from the frozen men's grasps. "Where are your clothes?"

Hermione, too shaken to speak, pointed to a pile of shredded, unusable clothing. Draco looked his wife over for any visible bruises or cuts before removing his black sweater and handing it to her. The sweater fell to her mid-thighs and Draco gave a disgruntled sigh. "It'll have to work until we get back to our room." Hermione nodded and Draco grabbed her torn clothes. "I'll try to salvage these when we get back."

He turned to the three men, still frozen in their place. "You three would be wise to never so much as glance in my wife's direction again. Next time you won't be so lucky." Just as they were heading out of the room, Draco placed a memory charm to wipe the magic from their memory and unfroze them before leaving with Hermione right beside him.


"Hermione…"

"Don't." She cut him off, sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chin and her back turned on him. "Just don't." Her voice cracked a little, giving away the tears that were threatening to over spill her eyes.

Draco was quiet for a good five minutes, watching her back, before he decided to sit behind her and lift his sweater over her head. "Did they hurt you anywhere?" She could feel his eyes scanning her back as the fingertip of his right index finger ran slowly down her spine.

She shook her head lightly. "No. How did you know?"

Draco smirked. "No affairs are allowed. I was pulled to you through apparition." He leaned forward and placed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "I'm glad, too. Those arsewipes can't touch you like that and get away with it."

"What do you care about me?" There was an ironic laugh in her question.

"You're my wife aren't you? I may not love you, but that doesn't mean anyone else can have you. You're a Malfoy now, and that means you can only be touched by me."

"Aren't you mad?"

"Furious." His lips found a place where her neck meets her shoulders and she shivered making Draco smirk.

"I'm in trouble then?"

"You have no idea…" Draco let his teeth nip her roughly over the spot, a sultry moan escaping her lips. "I don't particularly like seeing my wife in bed with other men."

"Does this mean you're stepping up then?"

"I might have to before long; if it means keeping other men away from you." Draco smirked again as his finger tips grazed over her pert, puckered nipples while his lips went back to her sweet neck, relishing in the way her back arched her breasts into his hands and the moans that came from her lips.

Draco let his right hand slip down her creamy belly to her panties, rubbing her through the thin satin material. "I still… hate you… Draco…" Hermione muttered it through gritted teeth in between her sighs of pleasure.

Draco gave a low chuckle that excited her. "That's perfectly fine, my love. I have the rest of our lives to change that." He licked the shell of her ear. "After all, what fun would this sham be without a little challenge?"

Draco stroked her clitoris through her soaked panties, making her cry out loudly and buck against his hand.

"And for the record, my love, I hate you, too."

With that Draco left Hermione to herself while he went to the shower. He was in desperate need of a long cold shower. Plus, he wanted to leave Hermione sexually frustrated, hoping to punish her for running off with other men.


A/N::

Sorry Guys! I can't have them having sex this early now can I? But at least even though we have assholery, Draco has compassion for his wife. He doesn't want her hurt. He's just in the "I don't want her but she's mine so no one else can have her" mentality which to me is so so so very hawt 33

Thank you all for your words of encouragement. I've had some shitty, depressing times this week ( check out the last chapter A/N's on my other two incomplete fics to know the full story) and there's some more to come up ahead. Long story short after everything that's happened, we're basically waiting for my uncle to die because there's nothing else that can be done for him. So it's troubling times.

But I have changed my pen name and I am back with a vengeance. Writing is my outlet and I thoroughly enjoy it. Please review and tell me what you think!

And yes, I know its short. Sorry.