A/N: This chapter was a bit hard to write so it may be a bit rough around the edges. Also it contains semi non con sex so beware of it, it's a bit graphic too but I'm hoping you'll all like it. I'll get to work on chapter seven but haven't really mapped out where I want that one to go…….

Draco's Choice: Chapter 6 By HPFangirl71

They shared a tender kiss in the garden. Their goodbye was sweet yet sorrowful. They made plans to sneak away for lunch later in the week. Hermione would ask for Ginny's help to do so. She stepped back to watch him apparate home. As he popped out of sight, tears rimmed the corners of her eyes. She loved him, of that there was no doubt. She was trapped in this state of limbo. Living for the moments she could be his. She laughed out loud at the thought that Draco Malfoy was her everything.

In school he had been the bane of her existence, an arrogant little arse. Draco had changed, anyone could see that. Even Harry would occasionally go down to Draco's office and talk Quidditch with him. They seemed to get along well, Draco never forgetting how Harry had saved him from the fiend fire during the Battle of Hogwarts. The war had changed him. He was still overly self confident and sometimes self important, yet something had changed deep inside him. He still wore the Dark Mark but he wore it now with bitterness and contempt. She walked inside the house alone, thinking back on the beautiful afternoon she'd spent with him.

For Draco, Malfoy Manor came into view, ominous and foreboding. He knew his wife would be waiting for him, probably furious at him for being gone so long. With a guilty heart he opened the door and entered the large living room to face Pansy's wrath. He was shocked at the welcome he did receive. Pansy literally threw herself at him, in tears holding onto him for dear life. She seemed unnervingly distraught. It caught Draco off guard. "For Merlin's sake Draco where have you been? I've been worried sick to death!", Pansy sobbed. Draco wrapped his arms tightly around his wife to comfort her. His guilt increased with the knowledge that she had been sick with grief about his whereabouts.

Draco lifted her chin to look into her tearful eyes. "I'm sorry Pans, I was angry. I needed some space. I should have owled you." He let out a deep sigh. "It just never occurred to me that you would think I had come to harm." Pansy released her grip on his waist but took hold of both his hands. "Darling, you're a former death eater, of course I was afraid. There are still former order members who feel that anyone bearing the Dark Lord's mark should be executed. I was afraid one of them may have finally gotten to you… for your war atrocities. She was still visibly shaken at the thought but seemed somewhat relieved now that he was safe at home.

He looked at her with remorse in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I never realized the mark on my arm might be such a burden to your heart. I never meant to cause you such pain last nite, but this is exactly why I don't want my father anywhere near this house or anywhere near my son!" Pansy looked at him with an icy glare, "But he's my son too Draco. I should have a say in how he's raised." He pushed her away angrily, "Don't you understand that Lucius is the reason I bear this bloody mark!? I was his son, I had to take his place… to serve the Dark Lord was not a choice I made but rather one my father chose for me! I won't have that happen to Scorpius!"

Pansy looked into her husband's pale grey eyes, which were shockingly filled with hate and bitterness. Pansy felt ashamed, she often forgot how deeply the war had affected Draco. He was no longer a holder of the pureblood beliefs that she and Lucius shared. Draco looked at her with a raw mix of emotions. She had made him remember and now only she could make him forget, make him forget the pain and fear of those last years of the war spent in Voldemort's service. Pansy walked over to him, sensing what it was that he needed.

Draco grabbed her dark hair, bringing her lips to his with a crushing force. He pushed her lips apart with his tongue, allowing it to dart in and out of her mouth. He explored its soft recesses without allowing her a chance to respond. Silently Draco ripped the bodice of her dress open to expose her barely covered breasts. He lowered his lips to the swell between their milky whiteness. He bit her and allowed himself to drink in the sweetness of her blood. This was how he could forget. She allowed him to be rough with her knowing that it was the memories of the war that led him to this. It was another of the reasons he couldn't leave her. She understood his need to be aggressive and never judged him for it. He could never be this way with Hermione, she was too pure, too perfect… she would never understand this side of him. It would only frighten her.

Draco forced Pansy down to her knees and undressed himself from the waist down. Her eyes met with his throbbing cock which ached for the sweet moisture of her mouth. He thrust forcefully into her shoving himself as far down her throat as he could. His erratic thrusts choked her, but all that mattered was getting rid of the pain inside his head. The aggression helped him forget. It didn't matter that she was his wife, the mother of his child. No, all that mattered was feeling whole again and he needed her for that. He pulled away from her not wanting to succumb without being inside of her. He wanted total dominance over her. It was this feeling of power and control which kept him sane.

He was already in a frenzied state of mind as he pulled her up from her knees. He accused her of enjoying it like some common whore. He ripped away the remainder of her dress leaving just her bra and panties to cover her. Roughly Draco pushed her towards the couch. He wanted to take her splayed out before him on her hands and knees. He wanted to fill her as deeply as he could, to be her only thought as she cried out in both pleasure and pain.

He pulled the lace panties off her and pushed himself roughly into her to finally get what he desired from her. With each thrust he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits. His hands pulled roughly at her body. His caresses were filled with a frenzied need. She cried out his name which only excited him further. He pulled her lips to his, crushing them passionately as he felt his muscles spasm within her. Pansy's muscles tightened around him as they both moaned uncontrollably from their mutual orgasms.

The storm within Draco had calmed. He rolled off of his wife, feeling a slight twinge of guilt at how he had just treated her. Pansy pulled herself over to lay on his chest. Draco glanced down into her eyes. Her gaze was only one of deepest love for him even after what he'd put her through. He was unworthy of her, yet she understood and accepted him. She was what kept him from falling to pieces. At that moment all Draco felt was thankful. Truly thankful for his family. They belonged to him and no one could take that away from him. They couldn't… cause he, Draco Malfoy wouldn't let them.