Chapter 2: The Wedding

Hermione was about to officially be Mrs. Draco Malfoy, slave wife. Her one true love was now married to a muggle named Megan. She was invited to watch their wedding on Friday. He was in a clean suit and actually looked ecstatic, but Hermione couldn't help the things she thought. She knew that after their wedding, Ron would be sharing a bond with Megan, a similar bond that only she and Ron had shared with each other. She wanted to cry, but knew that Harry, who was sitting next to her, would notice. Harry was lucky. Being the Ministers son, he didn't have an arranged marriage and the wife of his choosing, which of course was Ginny, didn't either.

Hermione could hear her mother whispering to her 12 year old half-sister, how beautiful she thought Hermione looked in the elegant dress that Narcissa had chosen. The dress was tight fitting, strapless, and lacy. The train fell far past her feet, which had heeled crystal sandals strapped to them, and a low bust that showed a long line of cleavage down her chest. Her hair was up in a tight bun with curled bangs lying on the edge of her face. A sparkling tiara held a sheer veil upon her head. Hermione had decided to wear no makeup because the tears she was sure to shed would just clear the makeup from her face anyway.

The small church that the vows were to be said in was in Hermione's home town. It only held a few hundred people and was already packed. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Megan were sitting near the front of the left side. Hermione peeked out the side of the door and heard the harpist playing. Draco was standing at the altar and had a very flat expression. He clearly wasn't happy with the arrangement either.

Hermione's mother was standing in the doorway waiting to walk her to Draco. Hermione wiped her eyes and grabbed her mother's arm and walked to her awaiting soon-to-be husband.

***Later that night***

Hermione and Draco walked reluctantly into the master suite of the house they were given by Lucius. On the bed was a platter with wine and a copy of the rules. They always put these in the rooms so as to let the newbies know the rules. Hermione and Draco, however, already knew what was to happen on this night. Hermione had lasted the whole night without crying and was sure she wasn't going to give Draco the satisfaction of making her cry. She was determined that since this was her life, she would make it good. She had studied ways to make this experience enjoyable. She walked into the bathroom and left Draco to himself in the bedroom. She looked into the mirror and smiled. This was it. She was about to officially become his wife in a different way. She would give him everything she had. However, she knew that she would only give her all if she pictured Ron. She smiled again and was about to powder her face when she heard a strange noise. She flung open the bathroom door and let out a scream, because before her was Voldemort talking to Draco. She stifled her scream, took a deep breath, and bowed. Voldemort let out a raspy laugh.

"Mrs. Malfoy, there is no need to bow to me. Now that you are married to one of my best followers and associates, you are like family," He bent down and gave Hermione a kiss on her hand. She shuttered slightly but was suddenly aware that she was only in a robe. She threw her hands across herself and smiled. Voldemort just smiled and handed Draco a letter, before disappearing through their window in a line of black smoke. Hermione looked at her husband and smiled seductively. She started to lean in towards him but he simply stepped back.

"You don't have to do this. Being so close to Voldemort makes it so we can break some rules. I don't want to do this if you're going to regret it," Draco said quietly. He sat on the bed and was surprised by a kiss on the cheek. Hermione smiled sweetly and pushed him back across the bed. She was determined to get this over with. She dropped her robe and much to her surprise Draco actually smiled. Hermione's body was seemingly flawless. Her body had matured well and her breasts were defined and perky. She giggled a little as his expression looked of shock and awe. Hermione was wearing only a black lacy bra and a thin purple thong. Draco opened his mouth as to say something but quickly closed it again.

Hermione smiled as she pulled off Draco's pants. His legs were muscular and she almost laughed in embarrassment when she revealed that he had been going commando. She felt the blood rush to her face as she stared at him. He was already hard and she could feel the heat fill in around them. He watched her carefully as she smiled and blew cold air onto the tip of his shaft. He gripped the bed and he moaned a little. She felt passion fill her up and knew that she didn't even have to think about Ron to enjoy this. She knew these feelings of pure lust were directly from Draco. She slowly slipped her lips around his large cock. Ron's was much less thick and a little shorter. He smiled and moved his hands down to Hermione's hair. She playfully and softly nibbled on him and he couldn't help but moan. He yelled her name as he filled her throat up with his cum. She swallowed all of it and pulled back. Draco, who was now sitting up, pulled her bra off and sucked her hard nipples and nibbled at them. She moaned quietly and pushed him back onto the bed. She sat over Draco and pulled off her underwear. He pulled her further up and slowly licked her slowly. She knew that she wanted to cum from him deep inside her instead so she pulled back and thrust herself onto him hard.

They both let out a moan and continued to go harder and faster. She let out a cry and Draco slowed, but she shook her head and he went fast again. Ron had never made her feel this way and she couldn't help but wonder why, but pleasure filled her up and she knew she was about to explode. He felt her cum on him and it only encouraged him. He smiled and let out a moan as he went very hard and filled her up. They both lied down and covered up with a blanket. They continued off and on all night long.