A/N: I realize that this chapter has been a long time in coming and I'm sorry that you guys had to wait. I know how that is and I hate it myself. HOWEVER, on the flip side, in the time since I last updated, I wrote a screenplay, so I can't really say I regret it, now can I?
So does this mean that I will be updating more often? Nope. Sorry.
I have a lot of other stuff to write, so this story will basically be the story that I continue when I take a break from my other stuff.
Is there any good news here? Absolutely. I haven't abandoned it and have no intention of doing so.
A/N 2: If you want me to update THIS story, please review this story. Reviewing another story and telling me to update this one is just annoying. All the reviews are emailed to me. I get them all, at the same time, no matter what fic you review…so yeah…it's annoying. Stop that.
A/N 3: I got awards! This one got the PIR award for Best Comedic and Dracilla got Best One Shot from Contra Veritas. It made me giddy, so thank you guys who voted for me. (Or, you know, the one crazed stalker that voted for me a whole bunch) I absolutely adore your taste.
A/N 4: This is now rated R. This has no bearing on whether or not they have sex, I'm just upping the rating so that I can write whatever I want without being concerned someone will freak.
A/N 5: OK, now I'm just being silly.
OK, let me catch my breath a bit here and we'll get going…
Hermione Malfoy, Chapter 10She tasted like oranges. Thirst quenching and addictive.
Every nerve in Draco's body hummed with sensation as he pressed against his wife's soft, willing body.
The heat of her mouth overtook his senses and he broke away, kissing slowly down her neck.
She moaned and threw her head back into the wall. "Draco."
This was it, it had to be. No parents, no interrupts…and no room, he noticed, cursing to himself as he surveyed the broom closet he'd dragged her into.
Bloody hell.
Ordinarily, he'd have no problem with shagging her against the wall, but it didn't seem like a good route to go for one's first time and he strongly suspected it would be Hermione's.
No, he needed a place with romance, atmosphere… or at least a flat surface. Surely, just his presence was mood enough for any girl.
"Hermione," he pulled away from her and caressed her hair softly. "Let's go back to our room."
Her eyes opened lazily and she smiled. He almost collapsed in relief. Finally.
"That's BRILLIANT!" she exclaimed suddenly, jumping away from him.
"Umm…thanks," he smiled, "So let's go," he took her hand, fully prepared to carry her if she wouldn't go a little faster. He could practically taste it, that moment when the could finally-
"-- have everyone over at our place!"
Draco blinked, "WHAT?!?" No. No! Exnay on the company. One on one, that was the key, here.
Hermione started pacing and waving her arms around.
"It will solve all our problems at once!"
Draco didn't feel she had proper handle on what 'all their problems' were if they could be solved with a bloody dinner party. What they needed was a bed.
"The Slytherins don't like your mother," she continued, "The Gryffindors don't like your mother. What better way to bring about inter-house relations than uniting against a common enemy?"
"Not actually the kind of uniting I had in mind…" he muttered, his brilliant fantasies fading before his eyes.
"Come on, let's go invite people!"
***
Hermione marched along rapidly, trying to find her friends and put her brilliance into action.
Draco had said he'd be along 'in a few minutes' though how he could suppress his excitement at a time like this was beyond her and she'd said as much.
He'd laughed in a way that sounded pained, "Merlin, Granger, you have quite a way with words."
Well, of course she did. Hermione sniffed.
"Harry!" she waved at her friend.
"Hey, Hermione," he looked around her, "Ditch your husband?"
"He'll be along momentarily," she frowned, "I think. Anyway," she waved away the unimportant details, "We're having a meeting tonight in our common room and I would really appreciate your support. You, Ron and Ginny. Would you please come?" she pleaded with him.
"Malfoy's gonna be there?" Harry made a face.
Hermione scowled, "I really need you, Harry, pleeeeeease?"
Harry sighed. He couldn't compete and he knew it. "Fine, we'll be there."
"Where will we be?" Ginny snuck up on them.
"The Malfoys are having a little get together," Harry made a face.
"It's more of a meeting," Hermione corrected, "You'll be there, yes?" she smiled at Ginny.
"Wouldn't miss it," Ginny grinned, "So tell me, Hermione, why did I just see your husband coming out of a broom closet ALONE? You should be with him for these kinds of trips."
Harry swallowed as the conversation toward things he didn't want to acknowledge, let alone think about. "Umm, guys, I think I'm just gonna-"
"Oh, that," Hermione shrugged, "He wanted to stay in there a couple more minutes. Who knows."
Harry turned green and Ginny burst into peels of laughter.
"What, exactly, were you doing in there, young lady?" Ginny chuckled.
Hermione blushed. "Noth- None of your business!"
"Apparently enough for him to need alone time," Ginny crowed gleefully.
"How would you-" Hermione's eyes widened, "OH!"
"Gotta…sit down," Harry muttered faintly, limping away from them.
***
Instead of running around trying to catch up with his minions, which wasn't at all dignified and quite the annoyance, Draco simply owled them all to politely request their presence.
Goyle. 8:00 in my common room. Be there. Malfoy.
Crabbe. Read Goyle's. Malfoy.
Zabini. 8:00 in my common room. Get everyone out by 9, though, I have plans. Malfoy.
Pansy. This is not a bloody love note, get that repulsive expression off your face. Be in my common room at 8:00 and there are other people coming, so whatever you planned to wear, rethink it. Malfoy.
***
Hermione avoided her husband for the rest of the day, as she knew the second she saw him, her face would match Ginny's hair.
Of all the things not to pick up on...
She blushed again and Ginny giggled.
"Reliving it?"
"Shut up, Ginny."
"Hermione, really, you're a married woman. If you're still this innocent, Malfoy isn't doing the job I expected," she smirked.
"Of course he is!" Hermione snapped.
"So what's your favorite position?"
"Ginny!"
"What? You're the only one having sanctioned sex, so tell me about it."
"I don't have a favorite," Hermione replied primly.
"Her-mi-o-ne," Ginny whined.
"So whose robes are you trying to get in currently?"
"Oh, speaking of that...is Blaise coming to the thing tonight? There's gonna be Slytherins, right?"
Hermione shrugged, "I'd assume so...but she's a she today."
"So?" Ginny winked, skipping up to the Gryffindor common room, "See ya, Mrs. Malfoy!"
***
Draco had no idea where Hermione had gone off to, but no offense to his new bride, she didn't have THAT many friends.
So she'd either been kidnapped, was studying in parts unknown...or she was avoiding him.
Not ONLY him, but the mind-boggling sex they could be having.
It was an inefficient use of time, to say the least.
One second, they were going at it like mad. The next, she was gone.
If she'd simply owled her friends like a normal witch, they could have gone back to his room, shagged all afternoon and been nice and relaxed for the party.
See, planning ahead. One would think the Head Girl would be better at it.
But no.
The door slid open and in she walked.
"Oh, hi," she stopped to admire her feet as a dark blush spread across her cheeks.
"I will buy you anything you want if you tell me what you're thinking right now," he smirked as Hermione actually went a shade darker.
"Homework," she muttered quickly, racing to her room.
She'd be back, he nodded confidently. Clearly, she was having dirty thoughts about him. 9:00 couldn't come soon enough.
He just needed to get her alone on a bed without interruptions. His sheer animal magnetism would take care of the rest.
And if, in the meantime, all her Gryffindor friends started acknowledging him as their leader, well…it made for a successful evening, all things considered.
Power and sex.
It was like Christmas.
***
Hermione had a problem that she never would have expected.
She was having a great difficulty resisting the urge to snog her husband senseless.
Of course, this would be a perfectly healthy desire, if it was a real marriage, her husband weren't an utter prat or she could find some way to deny personal responsibility. Like…she went into heat. Or…suddenly had no control over her body.
Neither possibility seemed as far out as one might think.
Hermione fanned herself with her Arithmancy paper.
There had to be a simple, logical way to sort this all out.
She took out a new sheet of parchment:
Shagging Draco Malfoy: Pros and Cons.
Pro. Rumor had it he was quite skilled in the matter.
Con. He'd never let her hear the end of it.
Pro. Any bragging he did would be immaterial because the whole world assumed they were shagging anyway.
Con. The 'you know where that's been?' factor, e.g. Pansy Parkinson.
Hermione made a face. That was a bad one.
Pro. She wanted to.
Con. There was a vague, but horrifying possibility that she might want more.
Pro. He was gorgeous.
She smiled.
Con. He was emotionally unavailable.
Pro. He was beautiful.
No, that was a repeat. She crossed it off.
Pro. She'd finally have something to talk about with Ginny.
Chuckling, she thought of Ginny's new interest.
At least ONE of them should be getting some Slytherin action.
Hermione sighed. She was spending way too much time with that Weasley wench.
***
"Draco?" Hermione's voice carried over to him and he smiled.
He knew she'd be back. "Did you need something?"
She shifted back and forth, looking uncomfortable. "Yeah, I was wondering…"
If he'd be able to satisfy her every desire? Absolutely. If he would be gentle as he guided her into womanhood? Sure. They could get crazy the next time.
"…is Blaise Zabini single?"
Draco blinked.
Hermione waited.
Draco blinked again.
"What did you just ask me?"
"Is…Blaise Zabini single?" she repeated slowly.
"That's what I thought," he stood up slowly, "Now why would you want to know?"
"Oh, gracious, Malfoy, it's just a simple question!"
"Yes, Zabini's single, why the hell do you care?" he stepped closer to her.
"None of your business!" she snapped.
"The hell it's not, you're my wife!"
"Did anyone ever bother to tell the Malfoys that 'wife' is not actually synonymous with 'possession' in this century? And that's even assuming this marriage is real, which it is NOT."
Not real. Over-reacting. He repeated to himself.
"We had a deal," he pouted.
"Oh, right, the deal. Where I ask a simple question and you turn into a bloody prat about it?"
"You know what I'm talking about. We don't see anyone inside Hogwarts."
Hermione blinked and then a slow smile spread across her face.
"You're jealous!" She sounded delighted.
Bloody hell.
"What? You're crazy. Fine, go do Zabini if you like. In fact, take pictures, since she's a woman today. Just don't let anyone else know."
"I'm not interested in Zabini…on any day of the week."
"Oh," he muttered, carefully examining his cuticle.
"A friend of mine was wondering. So I thought I'd ask around."
"Potter, right? I knew he was a switch hitter. Unfortunately for him, Blaise only likes women."
"I'm sure that will break his heart," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You already did that when you married me."
"Harry does NOT like me!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh, I never said he liked you," he smirked.
Hermione shoved him. "Tell me when they get here."
She stalked to her room.
Great. Sitting around waiting for Potter.
This evening could have been so much better.
***
Hermione carefully changed 'emotionally unavailable' to 'emotionally unstable.'
Malfoy was extremely jealous and possessive.
She put it down as pro.
TBA…