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A/n Well guys, since the story wasn't well received, I will wrap it up in the next chapter of so. There is only one of me and I'd like to give my time to the stories generate more interest. As it was, as I was only going to write a little more in ff, and I am working in my books, but do not enough time. Never mind the nasty flames and the passive aggressive comments, the handful I get. it gets really boring, trust me. Sure I like writing, but if not paid at least know that the stories are read and liked. I am like you, a personnwith feelings.
Maybe one day you will see this in another form. I know it needs a conclusion and I will do that, I don't want to leave any undeded stories, so I will give it an open ending. Sadly, I really love this story, oh well. Thanks to you all.
warning: This chapter gives credit to the tittle.
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Chapter 8 Wedding Night
"Really, are you my sister?
The girl shook her head, and mouthed, "No."
"Ah," she made a wild guess, "We are cousins."
The girl quit crying, grinned, and nodded. She touched Hermione's face before kissing her cheek.
"I see, " Lucius said, although he didn't. He had theories; they were in an 'in-between, ' where one should not spend a long time here since the time ran differently. It was best to come and go every few weeks in order to sync time.
"Is your mother Ursas Malfoy?" Lucius asked looking at the Malfoy's hair color and grey eyes.
She nodded emphatically.
"How did you get here?"
She looked afraid. No answer, no mimicking, nothing.
"Are your parents together," her husband's body was never recovered.
She nodded.
Hermione asked hope against hope, "Are my parents with them?"
She nodded but looked scared while looking around.
"Don't be afraid, we will protect you, but I…"
The girl raised her hand, she lifted her curls, "Ah," everyone said when they saw her ears. Then she reached into a small pouch hanging from a chain around her neck. One not visible before. From it, she extracted a small cylinder and mouthed some words. Immediately she changed appearances slightly and flew around the room.
"Fey, the rumors were true," Hermione remarked.
The girl came down, moved the cylinder, and her appearance was human again.
She shook the head, pointed to Hermione and back to her, back and forth, and made a symbol of locking a door.
Ron, the game player, knew, "Hermione, you are like her, but you are locked."
The girl grinned at Ron.
"Am I? Whatever, if not Fey what?" The girl made a sign, too hard to explain.
"What is the tube may I see it?"
She passed it on to Hermione. "It is very light, " then she looked inside," it is a hollow tube charged with something, some sort of power."
Lucius had one last question, no more for tonight because he just wanted to go to the room. He ached for Hermione; he needed to be with her. gods he did.
"Are you afraid of the dragon?'
She looked afraid, but did not communicate at all.
"Axion, stay by her door, now we all go to bed."
Braxtar, Drexel's brother and several others had arrived from the Manor earlier, had been surveying the island. More of the Malfoy's workers were coming later to help.
Braxtar reported."Nobody else is on this island, by that I mean humans. But earlier, eight hid in a cove. We found an empty ship hidden in the subterranean cave. Sir, your son, and Miss Black were amongst them. How did they find their way? I think that they must had help. And here is their ship."
He pulled a matchstick-size yacht, and everyone laughed.
"Tomorrow, we will tackle so many unanswered questions, good night." He approached his son.
"Dragon, until she is also married to you, block your mind. It is an order. It isn't that fair to the witch."
Adrian turned red and Hermione scarlet, she'd figured it out.
"Yes sir, I will take her cousin to her room."
"No need, look."
The girl walked with the other wizards who were calling her Hermione two, and the young girl was grinning with all the attention.
As they left the room, Hermione looked at Lucius, "I remember the tall wizard; he was from Finland I think. I am pretty sure that he wore a fancy coat with a dragon embroidered on the front, hmm."
"Aha," he said and as soon as they bent a corner he cast a concealment charm, and his lips closed on hers. His arm wrapped around her waist, the images of her naked back as he tasted every inch, made his breath halt. Yes, he needed to feel her skin so he lowered his hand to her bum, and lifted her tunic while walking to their room.
His hand caressed and wandered, and every two steps he kissed her. His fingers dug into her. He stopped at least twice to push her against the wall, his hand reaching to touch between her thighs, a little higher every time. When he touched her slick sex he lowered his body. "Want to be inside, to know you," he didn't think he would make it to the room.
"I want you so bad, so bad, I am burning," the cold wizard torn with lust, pushing his hips against her body, the pressure against his cock made him cry.
"I know, me too," Hermione was no longer thinking. She shuddered when his hand reached under her tunic, holding on to her naked breast rolling the nipple in his fingers, and at least once, he bent to put her nipples in his mouth, hungry for her.
In turn her hand was in his bum, caressing it, feeling his muscles clench.
He opened the door with a hand wave, kissing her as they entered. They weren't alone, he saw the mysterious pups run under the bed. He ignored them, why not? He suspected that they were there to protect Hermione.
As soon as the door closed, his lips were on hers, an all body assault.
He pushed her against the door frame, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, no need for more playing.
His breathing was hard. All he could think was of his cock inside her sheath; the need was enhanced by the scent of her heady arousal, coming in waves. He breathed her in.
Fuck, he thought, he could also smell Adrian-Dragon.
"Dragon, I mean it, block! Block it right now, or else. I told you to wait until you marry her as well, out."
Shit, his father had caught him, thus, he deducted, that it worked two ways. Earlier, he had decided that his father couldn't know for sure and had been tempted.
Although he tried to block his mind, he could still feel them, but not clearly. He carried a sleeping potion, a fast-acting one, so he swallowed the vial, and his eyes closed.
"What?" She asked.
"Later." He said as he was lowering his trousers while undressing her with his other hand. All this, while his tongue made love to her mouth.
His hand was on her sex, opening her. His breath shuddered as he rubbed against her. It wasn't enough, so he lifted her body until his cock's head pressed just outside of her channel.
"Bed?" She whispered.
"Later...can't wait."
The wood was hot behind his hands, thus he moved his hand to invoke a cooling charm.
"Open darling, open," he'd just realized that this might not work. "Love, please, too tight, more..."
She heard him and relaxed when she felt his cock trying to enter her.
He looked at her face and tried to smile, but his eyes closed as he started penetrating her. "Heaven," he'd waited much too long, he thought when he felt her wet heat around his cock, a tight fist. Why was his body so hot? Her hot pulsating sheath had blocked all rational thought.
"Please slow, please," she had forgotten her first times with Adrian; she felt impaled until it eased some.
"Can't," he thrust harder, "oh, dearest...love...so good...You...you...so good...oh love." He couldn't make complete sentences; his legs were threatening to give in. He just couldn't get enough. His mouth caught hers in a wild kiss, giving in to his feelings.
Hermione was inside a cloud of lust, of sensation, not even with Adrian, not this. What was going on?
"Gods," he exclaimed when he was further in. He keened when her sheath contracted around him when she came, the first wave.
"Princess, yes, I waited, oh yes," and kissed her as he moved into her. His forehead was against the wood; he was in bliss; she was the one that he had wanted since long time ago. He wanted to tell her, but he was a coward.
This was going too fast, so he tried to slow down, "Love, oh love, like that, my witch, so good."
Feeling his cock held so tight and her naked body against his, made reality fade away. Each thrust made it all disappear. He wanted to feel even more.
He did't remember much later on, only that the pleasure was breaking his body. Going from his brain down his back into his bollocks, the pleasure snake bitting hard. She caressed his bum, all over, loving the way he responded. She tried to reach him.
He was burning, her hands on his bum made him even harder. He wanted to give her whatever she wanted from him. His body was hers for her pleasure. "My princess, dear love, touch me, I am yours..."
They were encased in a ball of fire; they both saw it, he was holding on to a bar of metal across the door. Her hands were under his bum, touching, exploring, feeling his muscles clenching, his sensations of pleasure, making the pressure build.
"You like it love?, do you?" He wanted to know, "Say is it good? say it!"
"I do, yes, much."
"Feel me?" His voice broken.
"Yes."
"Say my name. Say it, say that you are mine."
"Lucius, my husband, yours, I am yours."
Hearing those words, one of his hands lowered and touched their joined sexes. The feel of his hard sex slick with her moisture, moving into and out of her, snapped his last control. His thrusts became wild.
His body was scorching everywhere but not unpleasant. With both his hand and cock, he felt the contractions as her climax started. He groaned, his hair flew all around, not aware that they stood above the ground..
She saw him, albeit he wasn't human, she liked him, found him breathtaking.
When he thrust even harder and looked at her, his eyes were no longer human; his half open mouth revealed his inhuman teeth. Her orgasm came hard, and seconds later he went out with a loud roar. His heat flooded her body. It was a good thing that L'roy had invoked a silencing charm when he'd heard the first cry.
As he came he looked at her shoulder, and she fainted when his mouth clamped on it.
Adrian-Dragon's body shook in an orgasmic release while he was on his bed asleep. He was dreaming the encounter and just couldn't block it.
His love for her was opening channels. Adrian-Dragon was a being like his father at that moment; he held on to the brass headboard's bars, as his teeth sunk on her tender flesh and that was the last of his dream.
An hour later Lucius woke up, the room was a mess, they were on the floor, and his mouth tasted metallic. He stood up with effort, not remembering.
"Ah," he said seeing the naked witch on the floor, and the pups sleeping using her feet as pillows, he grinned at the sight. When he pulled her up, both pups whined.
"Shh, don't wake your mommy up, be good girls." The pups obeyed and floated behind him.
While he carried her to bed, he noticed the gash on her shoulder, what had he done? He whispered a healing charm; he was worse than Draco, no, no. He was horrified.
His face was one of puzzlement, in the next instance the tear had healed entirely. And now, instead of a scar, he saw the symbols. The same ones on the cover of all his family books. It was the same light green color, one he knew. When he saw his reflection, he saw a ghastly view, his face was splashed with blood, and his teeth were red.
What had he done? Mercies, his stomach hurt. He felt sick.
"Lucius?" She was calling him. He couldn't look at her, he was so ashamed. He closed his eyes.
"Come here." She sounded playful, "Wow," she grinned touching his face.
"Hmm, so I am something else, but what are you? Where are your wings?"
He looked puzzled.
"You are not human," and she told him, "not elven but maybe close, but your eyes, they were the eyes of a dragon, yellow and blue with odd pupils. Your skin was burnished red. You were taller, fuller, your hair was, dunno, different, maybe like licks of fire."
"Did I hurt you? I am so sorry." He looked anguished and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. She put her hand over his and pressed unto her cheek.
He seemed to breathe better, wellbeing was erasing his fears.
"Ah the bite, yeah, it hurt at first, for a second, then I fainted from the, ahem, pleasure. What are you, are you the same than the dragon we saw?" She kissed the palm of his hand, and he relaxed visibly.
"I don't know, really don't." He told her of the fire and the unusual powers, he pointed his finger and a flame came out.
"I think we need to go to the Manor, or have Axel bring several books and scrolls.
Hermione was looking at the metal bars across the heavy door.
She stood up, and he followed and looked.
All the bars were gold plated.
Not gold plated, pure gold; wherever they had touched, it had turned into gold.
"But how, what made it happen?"
"We need to find out. Let's touch something together," he suggested.
"Nope, nothing changed." She sounded deflated.
"Later," he gathered Hermione in his arms. "I am exhausted, here princess, let me take you to bed, dearest love."
She heard his terms of endearment and something change inside if her. She kissed his neck while he carried her to their bed. On the bed, he lay by her side, wrapped his arms around her, and closed his eyes.
As he went to sleep, he heard the narrator, and he agreed. This is true love. Yes, without a doubt, he loved her, she was his one, the one special one. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "My love, my sweet witch, I'm very lucky."
The pups took place, one on each side of the bed. They didn't close their eyes all night, this was their job. They looked a little different, their eyes lit the entire room, they wanted to see the enemies that might hide in the dark.
L'roy materialized in the room and perched near the balcony. He was also guarding them. It was vigilance time since a war had been waged against his master, and nobody was going to take his mistress.
He communicated with the three brothers and all was well for now.
Outside, a large beast flew around, growling in anger, a bubble made out impenetrable mesh surrounded the place.
The others were getting bolder; they sensed that the tide was changing.