DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n today's a little longer. I can hardly keyboard, I twisted my wrist, and typing makes it bad.

The Foolish Father

Smart Draco

His father was very wrong. She was neither dirty nor she tasted so. No wonder Potty and Weasel were crying. Not that Draco cared, fate had decided, and he was keeping her.

Her naked body was acting on him again. He sat by her side and held her hand. He kissed her hand tenderly and pressed it against his cheek. He saw her shoulders shaking, "Are you cold?"

"No, I just don't know why I let you. This was horrible, your father, when we…"

"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.

"You didn't?"

"No, he was demented, I don't think that blood purity is right. Imagine if it were, it's hogwash."

"You treated me as if I were rubbish."

He kissed her shoulder, "Wait," he ran, and she heard water running. He came back carrying a small towel. It was wet and warm, "Here," he opened her thighs gently, "let me clean you. I am sorry for all I did before. My father messes my brain, he is… "

"It's okay, " she allowed his touch, something was different.

He sighed. Her nearness was enough to wake his desire, thus his arms closed around her.

"Lucius?" She looked scared.

"Nah, he is gone; he is afraid of Azkaban."

His hand touched her breast, and a lust wave hit him mercilessly.

His cock throbbed, and she looked and saw it pulsating. I want, darn, this is so wrong. Wrong or not, remembering his partial entrance made her ache. She wanted his touch, but she knew that she would regret it later.

"Granger, we are married whether we like it or not. I didn't at first but…"

"Stop it, what you feel is the lust potion, making us want."

He nearly told her there was no lust potion, then reasoned, . It was crazy, but he wanted her to like it.

"Yes and no. I have liked you forever, but I was being an idiot. Astoria is stiff and doesn't like touches and kisses. I am lucky to have been forced because you are passion even out of bed. Besides, if we don't consummate this union they will know, we were told so. My cuff tells them whether or not I was inside…you know, err, here," he pointed since he could not say the word.

His sex vocabulary was rather limited, and his repression was still working on him. He had seen his parents' cold marriage, they were partners in crime but he doubted if lovers. He didn't want that. His father had told him, " Your wife is your lady, passion is for Mudbloods, we are above it." His father had no idea.

He also suspected Pucey. Adrian was a liar who wanted the witch for himself. He saw Adrian's eyes when he said her name. Draco thought himself clever, plus he was selfish, she is mine, forget it Pucey. "You can drop her," Adrian had advised him. Yeah sure, so you can run away with her.

"We will be given something stronger," he traced her breast lazily. "They will check daily."

"It is savage, this is abduction, in my world it would be illegal."

They both yawned feeling sleepy. He gathered her on his arms and carried her to bed. She fell asleep as soon as he picked her up.

Lucius at Work

Lucius was back at the Manor raging, "They are locked up."

Narcissa made a face, "How I wish that Bella had," she made a sign of cutting the throat. She meant it.

Now, Lucius wasn't so sure about torture; it didn't sit well with him. No killing either, it was a matter of expression. But he wanted her gone. She was pretty, very much so. And they're kissing like they liked it, she was melt...Forget it!

He was upset because she had put a bug in him, he felt angry, if she were gone he would go back to his nearly sexless life. He was comfortable with it, but...now he was wondering why he never had that; what he had spied them doing, not even when he first married Narcissa. Why? Well, maybe because the sister he'd liked had been Andromeda, or because of that young Muggle beauty...stop it, forget it, concentrate.

He had an idea." Who are her parents? Muggles might complain about a forced marriage."

At the Dowage house all was quiet, they both fell asleep. Draco held her close to him. He had made a decision, whether or not Lucius liked it, he was married. His grandfather had left him a large vault which allowed him to decide. He had decided; he had tasted passion and wanted to keep it.

Lucius had his employee drive the Muggle auto. "Take me to this address, I cannot Apparate."

He thought it was wrong, "This cannot be the address, it must be a mistake." He looked outside.

"No, Mr. Malfoy, this is right, can't you see the number over the gate?"

Indeed they were at a tall gate, impressive, he thought, probably braggers. Behind we will find a normal Muggle home.

"How do we get in?"

The driver knew how; he picked up a handle, talked, and the gate opened.

"What excellent magic, I thought they were Muggles."

"It isn't magic, it is Muggle technology."

They drove along a road covered with trees, and along landscaped lawns. The signs of wealth were all over. It was impressive.

An old man dressed rather formal, came to the door, "Dr. Granger is not in. The house is in mourning. This is not a good time to call."

Lucius didn't like his attitude and stopped him.

"I need to speak to Mrs Granger's husband right away."

"Sir, he died during an attack some months back. And she is Dr. Granger to you. Come to think, hmm, the attackers looked like you." He talked into something around his neck, "Vlad, Zuba come."

Two burly giant men dressed in black came. The security guards removed him before he had time to get his wand. They pulled out strange muggle weapons, cylindrical tubes. And he was out forcefully, they practically carried Lucius back to the car.

That was her home? "The pretentious Muggles. She comes from money so what?" It irritated him. 'The house,' made the Manor look small. The tall Muggles, well half giants, looked like the guards at Antonin's, they were from Eastern Europe; or maybe, who knew? They looked scary.

Were they even human? A seed of misapprehension had taken root. His keen senses had detected something abnormal, but he dismissed it. Why is the little mudblood pretending to be less than she is?

The Cousin

Wilbur arrived seconds later. Lucius apparated the auto away, he'd reasoned, they know what I am, why pretend?

"Imbeciles, didn't you know? Why didn't you stop him?" He told them about Hermione.

Loud roars and growls could be heard all over the place; they were at war; they were messing with the girl, the fools. All those who had a part on her abduction were in mortal danger.

Did the silver hair have her? If so, he were as good as dead. Albeit they knew they couldn't kill, there were other punishments as effective as death, fear for one, living the rest of your life in fear, with 'gentle' reminders. Fear was quite yummy, filling and long lasting, very tasty. Horror, abject horror, was even better, it fed your poeer big time.

He told the imposing Commander, "That pompous ass is the key."

They sent their special hounds to trace Lucius thru space, they would find him, sooner or later.

Wilbur still wore his official garments, hence, they bowed to him and some went on their knee. He waved his hand impatiently to stop it; he was with his cousins, they all hated the ceremonial non-sense. Not that the others cared or listened, they were well trained to be minions.

"Those miserable wizards they forced her to marry. She is being held against her will; how can they dare to keep her prisoner?" Wilbur, intentionally, fed their anger. He was incensed; the Minister, Kingsley, had refused to see him, the puny jerk.

Wilbur's hands were tied, but he had resources, they stood right in front of him.

He had to smile, they were all handsome, if you didn't die of fear first.

He wished that the humans could look at the bunch once, just like they look right now. That fellow Kingsley would get that treat. He would wet his trousers before he was punished.

Now, he needed to wait for his cousin to tell her the news. He readied himself for the tears. Hmm, maybe he could take advantage of the moment. Willful Leny was a beauty. In real form she looked somewhat like Hermione, who took after her beautiful father. Yes, his young cousin Hermione was a jewel, but still a pain.

The Manor

Lucius decided no to worry about Draco and the Mudblood. He had cast a low grade sleeping charm on a gas so the Aurors wouldn't detected. It would keep them out until the lust potion was out their system. He didn't know how long.

So the little Mudblood came from a rich family, so what? So something was bugging him. He wanted her g.o.n.e. Where was Narcissa? She seemed to just vanish quite often.

It was already afternoon, they slept thru the night and the morning. Next to Draco there was over something soft and warm, his erection nestled in what? Ah, he opened one eye and saw Hermione's wild curls. Her unique scent tickled his nose. He moved a little closer, held her a little tighter. Hoping.

A/n so who or what was Hermione? As for Wilbur, he is related to her. Draco is a little smarter than Lucius who is on denial, that is for sure. Like some readers have commented, Kingsley better fear.