I looked out around the wedding hall, all the way down the aisle from the back of the room. I saw your and Potter's friends, family and your young, bastard first-born son. I even saw some beefy, unusually wide Muggle-man with his obnoxious, whining infant child. Family of Potter's? I wasn't too sure; I didn't care. He and I seemed to share a connection as we shared some whine before the ceremony. I don't hate Muggles anymore, but I haven't quite come far enough to want to call one a "friend."

None of these people were my friends. Perhaps they thought I was. I suppose there was a reason I was here; Potter seemed to think we were friends now.

I visited him, gave him some words of encouragement, cold feet are natural, happiness, future, blah blah...

I gave the obligatory speech until your brother, the best man, took over. This wasn't why I was really here. Oh, if they had known my true intentions...

Then I walked down to your dressing room. You hadn't arrived yet... Granger said you were busy getting ready and didn't have time to speak to me when I asked. She gave me a stern look, almost one of disgust.

She knew. Of course she did. But she would keep quiet, for you. On some level, she understood the mistake you made. Of course she did. After all, look what she was partnered up with.

She walked away, unwisely leaving me alone at the door as she faded down the hallway. I tried to turn the door handle, but it was locked. I flicked my wand, did a non-verbal spell...

Enchantments to keep the door locked. You were trying to ensure some privacy. I imagine you were a nervous wreck, especially after what you did last night. Too bad they weren't nearly good enough to keep me out...

After a few careful counter-spells, I made my way in easily. You protested, the door was obviously locked for a reason, etc., etc.

I shrugged, closing the door behind us, not bothering to lock it again. I looked you over in that beautiful white dress, that gown you were wearing for him...

You must have recognized the look I had looking me over. It must have been a devious look, like a predator eyeing its pray. I looked at your neck; you'd done a good job covering up the bruises. Make up? Magic? I didn't bother to ask.

You told me what happened last night was wrong; it couldn't happen again. You loved Potter, you said.

"Of course you love him," I replied.

You had a son with him, you were going to marry him, you said.

Of course you loved him, of course you were going to marry him. He was a supporter; a care giver. A real "hero." A "good man." He was the perfect husband really. But I think on some level, you must have known the truth.

What you did with me had no reflection on how you feel about him. It had nothing to do with it... mostly. I mean, he was perfect for you, and you did love him. But I was something else entirely.

I'm the kind of man your body can't resist. You know it. You know the way I make you feel. Something deep inside of you longs for me, begs for me.

I'm a bad man. A manipulator. A forceful leader. I take charge of every situation. I'll cut, scrape, bite, claw my way to the top and tear down all who stand in my way. I take what I want.

Just like I took you last night, right under Potter's nose. Just like I claimed your body last night... claimed your cunt with my seed while he stood just outside the door.

There was nothing wrong with you. That was just your instincts. Something deep inside of you needed me. Potter was the kind of man you should marry... I'm something else entirely.

Since you were becoming a woman, I imagine someone at some point has told you that you need to find the "best of both worlds." Someone who can make you feel like I do, but treat you and provide for you just like Potter does. Someone who you truly love and truly lust for.

It doesn't really exist, Granger. All of this should prove it to you. You can find a compromise, sure, someone who can somewhat fit both molds, but they'll never truly match a husband like Potter...

Or a lover like me. Trust me, there is absolutely no substitute for me.

And that's why you took my hand when I told you, just one last time... you know you need this... just a little more excitement...

You didn't even try to fight it. You surrendered yourself to me immediately, just like you did the night before.

With your hand in mine, we vanished from the room, right into the woods nearby. It seemed perfect for the moment. It was somewhere natural and wild, to contrast the artificial safety of that wedding hall. Of that wedding that would soon take place. Of what would soon replace the engagement ring on your finger.

We were just far away enough that nobody could see us. Perhaps I could have taken us somewhere more concealed, comfortable, but this was right. We both knew it, as the animal inside of you clawed at your self restraint, begging to be truly satiated one last time...

I gave it exactly what it wanted.

I forced you up against the trunk of a tree, my hand on your throat as I kissed you dominantly, forcefully. My tongue pushed past your tongue, dancing with yours as my grip tightened on your throat, only just loose enough so you could breath, just tight enough to remind you who you really belonged to.

You whimpered against my lips, running your hands over my chest, my sides, through my hair, around me, pulling you to me, craving me, begging for me.

I was nice enough this time not to bite, of course. You'd have a hell of a time getting that covered in time for the ceremony. Still I pulled hard on your hair, enough to make you whine, and trailed kisses over every bit of your skin I could get my mouth on...

I managed to pull down the top of your dress past your breasts, unwrapping them, stealing the gift that would just be a hand-me-down for Potter on his wedding night now. I cupped your breasts, massaged them, rubbing, caressing your nipples as I teasingly ran my tongue over your lips, then pinched hard on them and looked in your eyes again. You let out a cry, but this time you didn't protest...

You knew better now. You knew your place.

"You will do exactly as you are told if you want to make it back to your wedding on time. Do you understand?"

You knew I would keep you there. You knew I would make you late. I didn't care... you nodded.

"Good girl. Exactly..."

I turned you around and made you lean against the tree trunk, barely able to support yourself against it with your hands. I forced up your dress, exposing your ass, the pretty white panties you were wearing... I chuckled at them before I smacked your ass again. I knew it was reminding you of how I did it the night before...

"As you are told. Do you really understand."

You replied 'Yeah.' No...

I hit again, harder, again... again... harder and harder.

"No, that's fucking 'Yes sir.' Go on, try again."

And you said it, without even trying to resist. 'Yes sir.' So obedient. I pulled down your panties... we didn't have much time... Rubbing the thick head of my cock over your cunt, I knew you were already ready, already soaking wet. Even with how tight you were, the tip slid in easily... I struggled to work the rest of my long shaft into you... you whined and whimpered like a bitch, but I forced it all in. I didn't give you time to adjust. There was no time for such a courtesy.

I immediately started slamming that huge cock into you without a hint of remorse, the full weight of my body coming against you with every thrust, pinning you forward against the tree. You screamed; you cried. You looked back at me with tears in your eyes. But there was a look in them behind the tears. That look was thankful, adoring, completely submissive. You knew what you were now.

You really were Draco's slut.

I held you by the hair and I made you keep your face turned back to me as I impaled you again and again with my shaft. You moaned and cried out and begged for more and more... The sound of your screams resounded and echoed through the forest; I was almost concerned that someone would know, that someone would hear. It didn't matter.

"Admit how much bigger I am than him... admit how much you love my cock, how much better you like it than his."

You did admit it, Ginny. You know you did. You admitted it enthusiastically. You went beyond that. You repeated it over and over again as I fucked you harder, as I gave your ass another slap, one of your hands reaching beneath yourself to rub at your clit quickly, needily... I know how badly you wanted to cum for me one last time.

But I held up my wand, cast an enchantment... one that would prevent that from happening. It was an old form of torture, actually, invented by Bellatrix Lestrange during the second war. She put it to very, very good use.

What I imagine you must have felt was being right on the edge, but being unable to get off, unable to go just that extra inch forward into that perfect, wonderful utopia for just a moment like you so badly needed.

"If you want it, then admit that I own you. Admit that you are mine. Admit that I am your master. You are my pet. My slut. I own you."

And you did admit it. You admitted all of that, and repeated it, and said quite a bit more, as I let you cum. The longer you kept talking, the longer you came, and realizing it, you just kept saying it, just kept professing your service to me.

I knew you would never forget it. It was wired into your brain now. Into your body. Into your soul.

I own you. Forever. You will never forget it.

Then finally I let the orgasm subside with a flick of my wand and let you drop to your knees on the ground. Still on a high from your orgasm, you eagerly kissed and sucked my cock all over, worshiping it. I knew from the way you did that, from the way you looked at me, that you meant all of what you just said, that you could never change any of that. I pulled my cock from your mouth and let my cum shoot over your mouth and your lips, pushing back into your mouth to let you swallow the rest before pulling it out.

We both knew we didn't have much time. You licked what you could of the cum that was left on your lips. I looked you over, casting spells to quickly fix your hair, fix your dress up... Your make up, thankfully, had not been smeared. With the way you had cried when I first penetrated you this time, I was surprised.

And then we parted... I apparated into the crowd. A few people looked around suspiciously in reaction to the popping noise, but no one noticed that it had been me behind it. Except for Granger. She stared at me with a knowing look. It was an almost fearful look. I just smiled at her. I gave her the sweetest, kindest smile, and she just looked away...

You appeared right near where you needed to be right before you walked down the aisle... joined your father... and then you walked down and met Potter.

I saw the way you looked into each other's eyes. I looked at you; at this point, there was no guilt. You were truly in this moment. You truly did love him and he loved you. I know you did. The two of you really are meant for each other. The two of you said your vows, said "I do," with no hesitation. Your kiss was meaningful, passionate, loving. Of course, only I knew where your lips had just been, what was probably still on them a little bit...

I still chuckle thinking about that. You really were shameless, kissing him then. Nobody knew why I cracked up laughing through that whole moment. I'm sure you understand though. On some level, I'm sure it's fucking hilarious to you too.

The rest of the night was typical... post-wedding... reception. I bowed out for the night early, picked up one of the bridesmaids, took her home, had some fun... typical wedding fare.

A few weeks later, after your honeymoon, Potter confided in me that you were already pregnant, somehow. The two of you already had come up with a name, for if it was a boy or a girl... It must have happened on your wedding night, you said. Perhaps the condom broke.

No. You see, I already knew you would get pregnant. I knew who the father really was.

Months later, when I ran into him again, he confided in me that the two of you knew the gender too. A boy. Ah, so "Albus Severus Potter" shall be the lie you name him with.

You see, during the reign of the Dark Lord, when the Death Eaters controlled the Ministry, we also owned the Department of Mysteries.

There's quite a lot of strange, forbidden research down there. There have been so many inventions and potions invented that you have no idea about.

The ministry has been able to mostly track what the Death Eaters stole, get it under wraps.

But they haven't been able to get everything back from the Malfoys. We've sold some of it, replenished some of the fortune that we lost in the war. Some of the strange new drugs and potions you see going around the streets now or you hear about... the Ministry knows it all leaked from the Department of Mysteries, but they won't release that information to the newspapers.

No one knows it all came from me though. There are so many other artifacts, so many other potions, spells that I have access to now that will come in handy... All in due time, Ginny.

What I can tell you is that they found a way to guarantee fertility, a potion that works for a period of 24-hours. Even if the man and the woman are partially infertile, so long as both bodies are capable of producing the proper ingredients, and the proper product, so to speak... then it works for the potion's drinker and his partner. (To ease your curiosity, Ginny, yes, there is also a version for females, but that is not relevant to what I am saying to you now.)

That is what this really was Ginny. Revenge. What it started out as, at least. Because I hate him. I hate Harry Potter, and I always will. I lost a friend. I lost years off of my life. I tortured. I nearly killed people. I can trace it all back to him. You may see him as a savior, but I see him as the coward who couldn't step forward to face the Dark Lord until it was convenient for him.

Do not throw your details at me. I've read the books. The interviews. What he has to say. What the facts "they" give are. I don't believe it. I can't believe it. I can't believe a single word I read ever again after that fucking war. After what I did. After what I was a part of. There's always someone over the whole show, pulling the strings. There always will be. You know what they want you to know. I don't believe a word of his story or the story "they" tell. Well, in this situation, in Potter's life, now the man pulling the strings will be me.

Perhaps one of the most infamous advances in science and magic in recent years was the discovery that DNA could, potentially, be manipulated in the long term... like a polyjuice potion, but completely altering a person's genetic make up and leaving a, at least in theory, permanent change. Well, this wasn't really a new discovery. The Department of Mysteries knew about all of that years and years ago.

Incidentally, I've also known about it since we raided the Department of Mysteries years ago.

Even back then, they were farther along in that line of research than they let on years later. They already had a formula; a potion. It was fully developed, fully tested. Safe for consumption.

Your husband will never have to know who the real father of his son is. All you have to do is bring me a strand of his hair and a strand of yours within the next week. A potion will be ready for you in one week. Your son will show the traits of you and Potter, and absolutely none from me. Well, not at first.

Don't worry... we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Trust me Ginny, I have it all planned out.

But this is only on the condition that you remember the words that I made you scream out into the forest months ago. I own you, your body, and your mind. You will swear your allegiance to me. I will have my way with you whenever I wish. I will help keep it all a secret from your husband, don't worry. But you are all mine, and you will serve me and do exactly as I say until the day you die. Oh, what I have in store for you...

Or you can let the baby be born; let Potter take little "Albus" into his arms and see the face that will look just like mine, the blond hair, maybe even the eyes of a Malfoy.

The choice is yours.

Owning you, always,
Draco Malfoy

End of Part 1... I do love cliffhangers, don't you? Bwahahaha...
Don't worry, a follow up is coming. This will probably branch off into several related/unrelated stories.
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