DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.
Warning, some scenes here are suitable for a mature audience. Also be prepared to get a little disgusted. My muse has some wild ideas, but people who hate are bound to do awful things. They forget the boundaries between right and wrong, and to respect others and their rights, privacy being one of them.
Dower House
Draco went on his knees, on the floor, to replace his fingers with his lips. He kissed her belly and pressed his head on it while his hand lowered to caress her thighs. His sounds of passion filled the room.
He stood to hold her and fell in the bed with her. Feeling her bare body made him crazy with lust. He wished he was more experienced, but Malfoy only had sex with their wives, and once with a courtesan to learn the basics.
He turned her around and moved his fingers up between her legs, "My witch, I want here," he pushed a digit just outside her warm core, then caressed her.
When she felt his fingertips, she closed her eyes. She wanted this.
"Dear witch, can't you feel how much I want you?" He pressed his sex between her thighs, further up. He was confused, but he knew he wanted 'that' around him.
"It's so warm… so wet...I want…please, let me…" he didn't care if he had to beg. His cock was just outside her core; it wouldn't take much.
She scurried, not sure of herself.
He didn't slow down. He was all feelings, and his body caressed hers; his hands on her breasts, so soft. Her breasts, I am touching her.
Now, he tried again to get closer. He could feel her opening to him. Her small sounds made him want her even more.
He was right there, and he pressed slowly, his eyes on hers, "Oh gods, gods." His eyes went white; she was going to let him.
A climax, gods, the witch was climaxing, caressing him, that was how it felt. It is heaven, my witch, yes, more.
"Witch, my, gods," he thrust, almost not aware, going in deeper. His body arched.
"Witch, my wife, mine. Relax, let me in. It feels so good." His body shuddering, his voice broken.
He pushed more, she was small, but there, more, he was partly in. "Gods, yes, be still my wife. Let me just feel." He didn't move, feeling her contractions caressing him…this is bloody heaven…she is so pretty, so warm. He could see her magic enveloping them. "So good, so good."
At this, she moved back, "No, this is wrong, I have to leave."
"No, we are married, you cannot. This isn't wrong." The idea of her going away made him cry. "No, no, you are mine, forever. I won't let you go. It is done. You are mine, only mine."
He'd decided. He remembered wanting her since his first wet dream, now that he had her because a twist of fate, he was keeping her. His father, be damned. No way, Astoria was a dead fish.
She moved, and he was out, "Wich, no, stay," he caressed her between her legs, he turned her around, facing him.
"I'll stay with you. I won't leave you…you are mine." He pushed her legs open while he kissed her.
She shook her head, "No, not inside." Those were her words, but she let him open her legs and touch her more.
He wanted to climax, badly "Just hold me, your hand around. I will stay at the entrance. Trust me, just like a little ago," as he said it, he wasn't sure if he could trust himself.
He thrust, barely inside, and his eyes rolled back.
"Just a little, " his voice was hard to understand, "more, just so," his hips moving forwards, flexing, his body wanting in. He sounded desperate.
"This is heaven your hand around, so wet, heaven."
He wrapped her fingers around him; he was barely in.
He thrust harder, "Move the hand away, yes, like that." He was no longer thinking.
He pushed more and felt the barrier; he stood still.
He kissed her, wanting to move, "So very tight, so good."
She pulled, "No, I won't."
He listened and moved out with much effort, sweating, and he knew it; this would not work because he would have to force her.
With regret, he pulled back a little and held her hand over him. He screamed as his body arched, "Faster, Witch, faster."
Yes, he was in again, partially, the burn, "Yes, yes," he thrust halfway and climaxed inside of her.
"Yes, my witch, my wife," he repeated, kissing her mouth, eyes, face, as he came.
"Fuck," someone said outside, "he is already shagging the mu, err, stop," he yelled.
Lucius came thru an underground tunnel to stop Draco, his spies had told him about the long-lasting lust potion.
Draco heard his father and was peeved. He wasn't done, and this wasn't right. The witch had jumped and was looking for clothes while he was still coming. Not for long. Was his father ill? He wasn't a dog to be stopped, never, especially not when he was with his wife.
"Father out, leave, I am ordering you, the Aurors are outside. You will end up in Azkaban. I'm calling them myself."
"Draco come out that fucking Mudblood …Aghh," Lucius screamed.
"Never, ever, call her names; she's my wife, and never be so vulgar around her, never again."
She was trembling, still sticky from him, "What have I done, gods." They thought she was dirty. His father outside was calling her names; she wanted to die, how could have this happened?
The Aurors heard the disturbance and where knocking.
Draco heard the scurrying. Good, he is gone, he thought.
"Get away from me, all you see in me is something dirty." She cried when he approached her.
She was neither dirty nor did she taste like mud. No wonder Potty and Weasel were crying, their loss. Not that he cared, fate had decided, and he was keeping her. The way he saw it, he'd lucked out, big time.
Her naked body was acting on him again. He sat by her side and held her hand. He kissed it tenderly and pressed it against his cheek. He saw her shoulders shaking, "Are you cold?"
"No, I just don't know why I just let you, you know. It was horrible, so humiliating, I mean your father when we…"
"So sorry, it was wrong. He is the one like that. I am not him."
"What are you, a Death Eater?"
He cringed, "Do you see a Dark Mark? He showed her his arm.
At the MoM- A Bad Friend.
"The Muggle are asking where Miss Granger is. Did you know her Grandfather? He wants to know why he cannot reach her. I hope that he is someone important, and you pay for your political machinations. I resign, I have some integrity." Arthur told Kingsley, he had just talked to Wilbur.
"You are wrong; I did it for the good of all, we needed to force unions to bury the hatchet. Your children and Hermione made the most sense."
"Tell him that, I heard he is very wealthy and important, and his power reaches far. You better be advised, you have made an enemy of me. How could I have ever called you a friend?"
He didn't wait for an answer and left to meet Wilbur. He was now officially working for her grandfather. They were trying to locate Hermione, and maybe he was still on time to save his sons and daughter.
"He is wrong, I don't fear a Muggle," Kingsley mumbled, but he had a bad feeling in his gut.
A/N. What is going on with Draco? About Lucius, he is blinded by hatred and prejudice. What he did is inexcusable, I'd imagine anyone would find it hard to forgive. But the real guilty one is King and those behind him.