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A/N last time we left Draco waking up.

Feelings Awoken

Draco was hoping and decided, Why not? She is my wife. The idea thrilled him. Years of wanting what could never be his, came crashing on him. Now, he was allowed. Fate had granted him a secret wish, and Draco was a Malfoy. As one, he recognized what was valuable and held on to it.

She was his, the little witch of Diagon Alley, and the same from the train ride. Someone, somewhere, liked him and had landed a prize on his hands. Draco was graceful and always said thanks. He never turned up his nose at a gift, and she was that. The wished gift that would never be yours.

He grinned and looked at her. She was gorgeous and what a bum. Her back was beautiful and looked tasty. He bent and bit her lightly. She tasted delicious. He licked his lips, Draco the cannibal, the witch eater. I want to eat her entire body, piece by piece.

His hand went between her thighs, Aha, she is ready for me. His breath hitched.

"Witch, my witch, so beautiful, everything about you is perfect. I am so lucky."

He pressed his sex against her. She gasped at the feeling; he was super hard. Why did it thrill her?

It was strange to be with Draco in bed and naked; his warm body was pressing against hers. She could feel the urgency of his movements. The realization of his sex naïveté surprised her. He seemed shy to express his needs but eager to experience them. It dawned on her that he was committed and saw this as permanent. She couldn't imagine why was it just sex? She was afraid that it wasn't, not to him, it wasn't, and the thought scared her.

His tenderness did something to her; it was unexpected. She could feel the currents of powerful attraction wrapping around them. He was treating her as a beloved bride, but why?

His hands covered her breasts, rolling her nipples, his hips moved to the beat of his need. He was submerged in a world of sensations.

"Draco?"

His name on her lips made him lose it; she opened the gates. He turned her around.

"It is the first time you say my name." He nuzzled he neck and breathed deeply. He wanted to call her Mrs. Malfoy, but that would be pushing it.

His hand lowered, "Last night, I was here," his finger slid inside, his body shuddered. It felt like a tight fist around his finger.

"The best feeling ever, nothing like it." He waited for a response. He pressed his hips harder.

"So, did you like it, last night?" He hoped so.

"Uh, hu." Was her response.

"You did? I want to feel you all around 'it.' It must be heaven."

He tried to open her legs, but she was on her side. He pushed his leg between her thighs, "You are so warm and again ready for me." Once more, he waited for a response.

"Let me look then." He saw the wands by their respective bedsides. He took him, cast a Lumox `and sat on his calves. She could see his hard sex pulsing. He was a beautiful wizard, not much of the Draco a year ago. He had grown much taller and filled. His entire body looked like temptation.

He saw her eyes' trajectory, "Yes, I am more than ready, I want you, my wife." The 'my wife,' was added, wanting to remind her that they were married.

He opened the nether lips with care, slid a finger in. "So tight. It is pretty, everything about you is beautiful. It is so much better than pictures; you are perfect."

He tried two fingers; his breath was coming out in bursts. His eyes fixed on his fingers. He could also see her thigh trembling.

He looked at her, "I think we should, like last night. I need you, your touch. I am hungry for you."

Hermione knew that he was telling the truth. Draco grumbling, not that wasn't it; it was his look, an intimate look. A look reserved for her, that was it. She wanted to but didn't like herself for feeling such need. She had a lot if crushes, professors, Viktor, Sirius. But did she ever liked Draco? Not once, never, so why this?

"We could maybe a little, like last night?" He took her hand. "You hold me, okay, here."

He closed her hand around his cock and groaned, "Yes...yes."

There was a slight noise outside and all changed.

"Your father. I need to go and clean."

She moved, but he caught her by the waist. "Stay, stay." He was in, all at once, half way.

"My wife, yes," ready to thrust, but wanting her to say yes first.

"No, no, please don't."

She rolled away the second he eased and ran to the loo. He groaned in frustration.

"Mu…no, ambrosia, Dad is bloody nuts." He whispered.

Draco stood up thinking about his dad; he had enough of him. He was going to ruin it for him. He wanted her more than he ever did anything. If Lucius were outside, he would hurt his father, of that he was certain.

He went out and looked for his dad. How was he getting in? It made him angry. He went into the second bathroom and cleaned up. Food was served on a table in the room, he guessed by elves. He wore his pajamas.

"Why is my skin burning? Bloody hell, lust potion. Kingsley is a monster; he's treating us like breeding beasts. I will hurt him when this is over; I will." His hate list was growing fast.

It just occurred to Draco that Hermione thought him a monster, "Where is she?" He asked aloud.

He heard sobbing. She was still in the bathroom. He pushed the unlocked door, feeling awful. She sat on the floor, crying, still wet and shaking.

"Why are sitting on the floor? You are wet and will get sick."

He pulled a towel and picked her up on his lap. He started drying her.

"No, no, let me, I don't need your help."

He moved her aside. He worried, he had the feeling that he was losing her.

"You probably think I am a slag; and with dirty blood at that. I've decided let them take my wand, enough is enough. My father was killed by your people."

"My people?"

"Yes, Death Eaters."

"Mom is right, in my world I was one like you, and here I am dirt. I have a life, even someone to marry if I wished, someone who thinks me as the best. My parents come from royalty; their people would not even bother with you or your family, funny they would think you were no good enough. They come from places you wouldn't believe. I Just hope, not hope, wish with all my heart that I am not pregnant. It's time for me to go. Many will welcome my decision."

"No, you cannot be pregnant, we didn't do it. You know, ehem, you are, err, still, ahem intact."

"We did enough, trust me."

"Didn't you know? I didn't, ahem, in, not much."

"You err, wizards release enough semen to make a witch pregnant. I think you need a class on sex, but that isn't my job. I am getting dressed and will leave and turn my wand."

Draco believed her and was sorry that he couldn't be truthful. He had really liked her since the Yuletide Ball, nonsense, since the first day he saw her. He didn't use to like what he felt for her. He had been angry at being forced and afraid that his father was right. He'd believed that she was dirty, but that was nonsense.

He knew what happened between them wasn't the result of a lust potion because he had lied to her. Yes, he had swallowed a drop, maybe, and spat the rest. The water was clean, so she had wanted him. It downed on him; she wanted me, it was real.

"You didn't like me touching you I thought you had." His face betrayed his pain. What if I've lost her? The idea of losing her was unthinkable, what to do? His father was going to get his wish.

A/N Hmm, not sure of Draco's chances. It is an unfortunate situation to be forced to marry. And worse to get pregnant.