Chapter 14

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(Revised on March 3, 2006.)

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"Well Mum, you see, me and Draco aren't exactly dating..."

Mrs. Granger's eyes grew wide as she looked from Hermione to Draco then back to her daughter.

"What do you mean, honey? Do you think you could clarify that a little bit?"

"What she means, Mrs. Granger, is that we are bound together for eternity by an ancient prophecy called Il Simbolo del Diavolo."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" She asked, clearly not understanding.

"Um, Mum. It means that Draco and I are together forever, and we've decided to fulfill the prophecy."

"What exactly is in the prophecy? You aren't going to die are you?"

"We don't know Mum. That's the thing. You know how I am keeping tabs on Voldemort?" Her mother nodded. "Well, you remember how he was basically trying to take over the world? Well, that is what our prophecy is. To take over the world, and to rule the people relentlessly. And since we are becoming closer friends than we thought, we have decided to do everything officially and... well... get married."

"Wait. Back it up. You are going to take over the world? Wizarding and muggle?" Hermione nodded solemnly. "Is there anyone who can stop you?" She asked slowly.

"Well, yes ma'am. They are called Pure Children. They are the only two people in the world who can stop us, but right now, we are kind of hoping they know nothing about the current predicament."

"So they're called Pure Children. What are you called?"

"Um, we're called the Devil's Children, apparently."

Something just now seemed to click in the older woman's mind. "You're getting married?" She screeched. "Hermione Jane! I'm sorry, I just cannot allow it. I mean taking over the world is one thing, but marrying the boy that you hate is another." Hermione picked at her knees, not looking into her mother's eyes. "Yes, Hermione, I remember who he is." She added softly.

"But Mum!" Hermione cried, while at the same time Draco said "Mrs. Granger!".

"No Hermione. I will not hear of it! You will not marry this boy!"

"Mrs. Granger! I love Hermione! It's not the same as it was when we were little kids! We've matured and accepted our fate and we've grown closer than I ever thought possible!"

Hermione leaned back and lay on the bed, covering her eyes with her arms. 'Why me? Why is it always me that has to change my life's plans for some damn prophecy?' She thought, tuning out the sounds of her mother's screeches.

"Mom!" She yelled to get her attention. "It's either we get married, or we become fuck buddies. I mean, which would you rather have? A bastard grandson or one that you can love and cherish?"

"Hermione Jane. You will not use that tone of voice with me." Her mom said dangerously.

"Or you'll what. Ground me? Mum, I am a grown woman in the wizarding world. I am seventeen. So technically I can do what I want."

"Hermione. Stop. I will take it from here. You seem to be ruining our efforts," Draco said softly. "Mrs. Granger, what Hermione means to say is that we have to be with each other for the rest of our lives, and there's really nothing anyone can do about it, not even us. It would just be easier if everyone accepted what is happening and then no one would be..." He stopped, at a loss for words.

After a few moments of silence, Mrs. Granger begrudgingly gave way. "Alright. Mr. Malfoy, I understand. But if I hear that you lay one hand on my Hermione in a way that I don't like, I will hunt you down and make you wish you and your pureblood family were never born."

"Mum! Do not say that! You do realize that he is family now?"

"Oh yes of course. I need to go talk to your father. Good night you two." She said distractedly. She left, leaving the door cracked open behind her.

Hermione lay back down and said sarcastically, "Well, that went well."

Draco sat behind Hermione, crossed his legs, and pulled her upper body into his lap. Kneading her shoulders he said, "I didn't really think your mother would put up much of a fight."

"That feels good. Oooh. But, um, yeah, when she doesn't get her way, she's as stubborn as a mule."

"Just wait until we tell my mom. She'll go on a homicidal rampage."

"What about your dad?"

"I thought I told you? He received the Dementor's Kiss last year during the war, so he's basically just a vegetable. He sits in the corner of the dungeons and just stares into space all day."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not. So you shouldn't be." He laughed suddenly. "Remember how Old Man Stauf said to start small? Well I think you did just that today. In fact, I think that calls for a celebration!"

She leaned even father backward so she was looking at her fiancée upside down. "Not unless I get a kiss first." She rolled over so that she was on top of him, and nuzzled under his ear, whispering things that made Draco's little brother stand straight up. If you get the drift.

Shooting energy out of the palm of his hand, Draco closed the bedroom door and cast a silencing charm around the perimeter of the room. He turned back to Hermione and stared into her large brown eyes before kissing her slowly, licking her lips and massaging her tongue.

Rubbing her fingernails up and down his back, Draco shivered. He pulled up her camisole over her head and threw it to the ground. Moving to her breasts, he kissed them and blew cold air on them. He kissed down her stomach to the edge of her boyshorts. His erection was throbbing painfully, and he wanted to get straight to the point. He pulled off her shorts and kissed her bellybutton, swirling his tongue in it.

Hermione flipped over so she was on top. Surprised, Draco gasped, and she giggled. She pulled off his Jeans and boxers and added them to her own clothes that were lying on the floor.

They were both so close to climax that no foreplay was needed. Flipping her over, Draco positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes for permission. She nodded and squeezed them shut.

"No Hermione. Look at me." She did, and he inched himself in, and stopped when her body would let him no farther. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "Watch my eyes. It's going to hurt, but it will get better, I promise. Just watch my eyes." She nodded again. Draco pushed, and Hermione winced, but she kept her eyes locked on his. He pushed in so that their skin was touching, and waited for Hermione to let him know when she was ready.

"Go," was all she said and he pumped slowly until Hermione got into the rhythm and worked it too. They sped up, and climaxed together, crying each other's names.

Hermione laid her head on his sweaty chest. "Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you know it was my first time?"

"I didn't. But from the way your mom freaked out I was thinking it was a possibility."

He smoothed back her bangs and kissed her damp forehead. "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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They made love many times that night. Each time was more daring and nastier than the time before. All different positions in ways that one never thought a human body could bend. As the sun rose, they fell asleep, wrapped in the green blanket, content to lie in each other's arms.

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At nine o'clock Mrs. Granger rapped on the door. Of course, the sleeping couple did not hear her because of the silencing charm, so she opened the door when she did not receive a response.

She looked at the sight of the room. There were clothes on the floor, the things on the desk had fallen on the floor and broken, and there was a naked couple in a rumpled bed. Mrs. Granger screamed, and the slumbering teenagers woke up.

"Oh shit." Said Hermione.

"You're telling me," replied Draco.

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