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A/N Well Draco has fallen, an unexpected turn of events. The mightier the are the harder they fall. I guess the day keeps getting worse for Hermione.
*Pewee as a game of words, his family have Pewees. The Pewee is a small bird, for those who confuse it with peewee. Lucius brought them to catch flies, and they were nearly a pest. It is in one of my other stories. Someone pointed out it was misspelled, it wasn't, nevertheless I apologize for my assuming everyone read my other stories. Maybe it is in one of the deleted ones. Yes, the little grey and olive green birds who were indeed pesky but Draco liked them when he was a child.
Draco and His Little Bird, his Pewee*
"Prepare to meet your maker Mr. Porcupine."
Harry came behind her with wand in hand ready to restrain her; too bad that the number one world-champion in dueling, both male and female in their age group, made at 180 degree turn before he could stretch his hand, and Harry found himself bound. Next second, she kept coming towards Draco.
"Tell them your company made a mistake, blond vermin," she growled.
"Theo, come out here right now, Theo. Your insulting is getting old, you seem to be animal fixated. I can be a beast, all right, do you want a demo?" His white shark smile made Hermione uncomfortable and made her back up. Why was he looking at her with glazed eyes? His nose was flaring, was he breathing hard?
Theo had Apparated minutes ago, and he was on his way to see Luna to try his luck.
"Cool it there dear Pewee, it wasn't my doing, but…" he thought about, 'say no more…fuck she looks hot, wedding night, oh yeah here I come, growl to me Pewee, oh yes.' His shark smile gleamed and he took steps towards her and she backed. No longer sure what was happening. And why the 'dear?' She felt like a mouse about to be made into a snake snack.
"DRACO my love." Astoria was in the room, " I heard you were chosen for another, tell me it is not so. "
Daphne the super fox (according to Harry's assessment) came running after her, "Astoria, don't be a fool, mother told you time and time again, nothing can be done."
Harry's eyes surveyed his chosen bride, and he was reconsidering his position. She actually look good, not good, but super scrumptious. And he was really not dating, well yes and no, yeah and her? Hmm... Ginny had already accepted her owl and was to marry Neville…hmm. Was Daphne checking him out? He preened and checked her out as well. Hermione already forgotten.
Draco's eyes went from his Pewee to Astoria, and there was no competition. Nope, my Pewee wins by a mile. His one track mind reassured him, no, no competition, my Pewee is fucking hot, yum, yum, tasty Pewee bites. Hermione had been upgraded to 'his Pewee,' from plain peewee, and, predictably, he looked at the angry witch as if she were a champagne truffle.
She flushed, what is going with this weirdo? And it downed on her, the fudging, freaky bulimic slag was in the room. She turned towards Astoria in one fluid turn, she smelled blood.
"You, you filthy slag," Hermione's attention had been diverted to another more hated person. Draco exhaled in relief.
"Mr. Porcupine did you know this, this, sorry excuse for a witch has broken the home of my friend B…"
"Draky, love don't listen," and she ran, sort of, with her extra mile-high-heels, making Daphne close her mouth tightly not to giggle. Sexy heels, yes, for running, no. She looked like Geishas in old Japanese flicks trying to run away from the Samurai.
"My Best friend Fleu…"
'No, no, shut up Mudblood." Astoria interrupted her with a loud, panicked screech.
"Oh, oh," Harry wisely said, oh, oh indeed.
The room went quiet, even Draco knew better and gave them an ample berth.
"What did you say? Let's hear it again, encore Miss Slag, again?"
With her hair flying around her, her muscles all tense, her chest stuck out… holly cow, a thing of hotness, her tits, her firm body, phew, Draco's one track mind remarked, like father like son. I've finally fallen in lust.
His father had told him, wait, he activated a memories charm with a flick of his wand, "Dear son, sooner or later all Malfoy males without an exception, in the UK, the continent, wherever they might be, whenever they met the one, or sometimes the two…if he is lucky…okay, if they meet the witch they really want to shag…" What did he say, he confused him with his one and two bit? Ah yes, gross, but it was gross because it was his mother…he, ah, yes, "want to shag until your dick nearly falls." Crude, that was his father, but, oh, yeah, he couldn't wait, who would have guess, yup, she was his shagging dream.
A malicious smile shone when Draco smiled at the traitor witch, yup. What was it, the name his Pewee had for the Greengrass wench? His mind was a bit lust hazy, ah yes, Miss Slag gets what is coming to her. Unwise Astoria, tsk, tsk..she didn't know that she had stuck her hand in a hungry lioness' cage.
With her snobbier Pureblood attitude at work and expecting Draco's backing, she chose suicide.
"I said, let me spell it out for you, M-U-D-B-L-O-O-D. Did you get it Mudblood?" And she looked at Draco, who was only looking at the lioness with a hungry look of his own.
Hermione smiled an evil grin, Bellatrix had nothing on her, a smile worth of Lucius Malfoy, as Draco later told his dad. As a matter of fact, she seemed possessed by Lucius' Geist. So sweet, so, okay, so hot.
And with her wand, his Pewee emptied a swampy- smelly- mud bucket over Astoria's pristine white linen robes. Leaving her mud covered from head to toe. Yes, she was a Malfoy already, Draco was certain.
"By the way, it won't wash, and any robe you change into will also be covered with mud...along with your own self, until…hmm, until you apologize in front of at least less say, hmm, hmm, 1000 people, or, no, not or, and you must confess the truth of your last year to Draco, and do an unbreakable to leave Bill Weasley alone, ah, and move to Australia, no, wait, to New Zealand."
She tapped her lip with her wand as if she were thinking really hard, "Ah, yes, and the mud will stay for 24 hours after that...to see how real mud feels on you." And Hermione snickered softly, Draco had heard that snicker before, where?
Astoria whined "Draky…"
"No, I want to hear first about Bill Weasley." He was now extra pissed, all those visits to check on the reports from the curse breaker retained by her father, indeed. Visits that lasted over an hour while he waited for her in a family limo, she would burn for that. Fucking shagging another while he waited for her…No,no, and no.
"Yes I do too, do tell us, we all want to hear," it was Lucius. Narcissa added, "Aha, we were right, Draco doesn't Miss Greengrass look lovely wearing the new earthy look?" His parents had arrived, and they were beyond angry.
He had to smile. His parents were arses but this time they were right.
"Ah here comes Mr. Darky himself in blood and flesh. Please, I want to know, do tell as you just said, how long did it take to fix your hair." Hermione sized her most disliked Death Eater.
Lucius narrowed his eyes, was this witch out for blood? She must be, she looked like his grandfather when he bled opponents dry. She had that feral blood lust look about her, she was scary, no wonder Rabastan was afraid of her.
"Aha, I have it from good sources that you use reading specs. I know the Muggle optometrist, he is my cousin. Didn't you know I sponsored his Diagon-Alley shop? And are we wearing bifocal contact lenses? How old are we?"
Lucius turned red as a beet, not sure if this had been such a good idea. Yes, whitewashing was good, but at what price?
Draco had a sudden idea. "Father what do you know of the study? I remember seeing some notes on the studies, in pairing something or other?"
Both Narcissa and Lucius looked at each other and grimaced, this was the end of their great scheme, and now Draco was onto them…it had been a short lived sweet victory.
Draco, added, "If so, seeing the results…good for you dad, great idea." And the three Malfoys looked at each other with complicity. Now, he cautiously approached his new fiancée. How he wished to touch her.
"Pewee my love, better be ready, wedding bells are ringing really loud, like tomorrow. I am ready for our honeymoon and you better be. I read the decree, the union must be consummated the wedding day, no birth control, marital relations at least so often blah, blah, blah. And, we all must help as Kingsley well put it. You know? Mother use your genius, wedding at the Malfoy Chapel tomorrow at 18:00."
Narcissa giggled and pinched her snake's tight bum. Hmm, her snake wasn't biting the hook, he was peeved about the glasses and contact lenses out in the open.
Hermione directed her anger to Draco, she was snarling, and Draco was looking at her with a glazy look, one that she finally understood and angered her. No, she wasn't going to become a snakes's sex toy, no, no, and N.O. She pointed her wand at Draco.
Harry got free with Daphne's help, pulled his wand out, created a magic net, restrained Hermione, took her wand, and bound her wrists together, just in case. She spewed complaints and insulting remarks, thus he casted a silencing charm. All while Draco admired her as if she were undressing in front of him. Yes, he was under the lust curse.
"Sorry my little bird , better safe than sorry." Draco told her while biting his lip to drown a moan, looking at her bound, gave him some wickedly naughty ideas. If he had to guess, everything she did did the same. In his mind she was H.O.T. and all her actions were deemed sexy; nothing could change his mind, he was traveling fast on the lust Autobahn, fast and reckless.
Daphne stood very closed to Harry and blushed; she whispered to Harry," I am glad it was you, I am the other witch Pansy was telling you about it. We have shared for a while, and we think is hot. She says we can share and later file for a triad. Her name was not in the list." And let the tip of her tongue barely touch Harry's earlobe.
At this Harry preached to Hermione. "Mimi, maybe it was a good idea, we all need to cooperate."
"I saw that. I'll get you traitor, I will get everyone."
Nobody listened, everyone was making their plans. Draco was busy calling security to dispose of the muddy mess in his office, and arranging a press conference for Astoria's public humiliation. She deserved it in two counts, at the very least, she used and betrayed him; and she insulted his bonbon, his darling Pewee, the one and only Hermione Granger, soon to be a Malfoy. The later on was a no-no, many had died along the Malfoy's history for such offenses, their witches were sacred.
Ron had come to the Malfoy's tower to meet his bride. He welcomed the dreaded scroll, why not? He was happy to have a sure thing, and was specially static after meeting his future bride, she was a true fox. The Ravenclaw heiress was Theo's good friend and had helped put the study together, hence, she had chosen the one she had wanted since ever. So there he was, walking with Lydia holding hands, Hermione all but forgotten... until he heard the commotion, and soon, he was one of many looking at the ongoing play.
It wasn't long before he realized why Hermione had left home like an angry wind; it happened right after after Blaise had brought the results of the investigation behind the study. He was slow but not a dummy and was feeling cheated. He was going to say his piece, fudge, Hermione was hot, a dream, and, moreover, she was his, thenthings she could do...This was a plot to steal what was rightfully his. They were triying to steal his witch, his Hermione.
"Hey," he started when he felt a hand…it slipped under his robe, inside his troussers, touched his belly, lower, and the body of the beautiful Lydia pressed against his back. And by Merlin, she felt good. She whispered, "Let's go to my flat, get acquainted, and make plans for our wedding…Who wants to deal with that nest of snakes and that very angry lioness, what do you say?" Ron's mind had ceased functioning, he was putty on her clever hands, after all she had selected him.
Meanwhile Draco activated the Muggle system to play a re-mix of wedding marches, he was ready. What a great day, bless his parents, bless Fudge, bless everyone...his mind was now stuck on an angry lioness growling and naked on his bed.
A/N Lol poor Hermione she is alone, everyone is happy but her...she is forgetting something, a victory, Astoria is history because of her.