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A/N Is Draco on his way to a romantic Honeymoon? What do you all think? Let's read.

Almost Honeymoon

They arrived at a tropical paradise where a menagerie of creatures greeted them, all happy to see Lucius' daughter. She didn't recognize many of them, and also noticed a few house elves. Way in the distance she saw what seemed to be dragons, but she wasn't certain.

"Draco look there," she pointed, "are those your name sakes?" She shuddered.

He looked and said, "No my beloved Pewee, my sweet witch, a mirage, a rock formation, look up, your name sakes," he was glad for the distraction.

Right above was a cloud of the little grey birds. They had been charmed to form a heart with the young couple's names.

Draco was even happier, his father had send the overflow of pewees to the island where flies and mosquitos no longer had a chance, and they would enjoy a nice bug free environment. He loved his Dad Lucius.

"Dad has a good heart, all bark and no bite. Dad Lucius that is, this is going to be confusing, Dad Armand is also nice, why mother didn't choose him, I cannot guess. He looks like dad, maybe two inches shorter, and they even dress the same, but Dad A. is more approachable. Now, Henri my older brother," he made a face, "stay away from him. I've never liked him and much less now, he is like Dad Lucius gone bad."

In the house they walked hand in hand to the room, Draco kissed her every two steps, and pushed her against the wall a couple of times, until a little screechy cough stopped them.

It was a house elf, levitating all the discarded clothes, and they noted they were on the way to be naked.

"We has many beds in closed rooms to do married things. We is respectable here."

"You look familiar, " Hermione observed.

"I is Mipzy's sister."

"No wonder, go and find a cupboard to hide if you don't like it," was Hermione's response and both ran laughing to the room.

The moment the door closed Hermione turned shy.

Draco noticed and was concerned.

His skin was hot, and he wanted her fingers touching him, he couldn't stand the distance between them.

"Stop for a sec," Hermione said lifting her hand, "let me go in the bathroom and refresh."

"Together let's do it together. I cannot forget your wet body. Come here my Mimi," he was down to his shirt and boxers.

"No, please," she was shy and withdrawn. "Err, I am not sure how to tell you, I've never done it, not that."

"Done what, what are you talking about? Draco was lost.

"That, you know it, it." She answered cryptically.

"What it, come here, my arms miss you." he looked at her in her lacy corset and tiny muggle knickers, she was a dessert treat all on her own, a bite here, a lick or two there.

"I am thirsty, I need something to drink," was her evasive response.

Draco was flummoxed, had his witch changed her mind? He worried remembering Wilbur. He was not into males but he he was such a contender. He looked good, almost too good. He had seen most witches looking at him.

His looks and his words had worried him, "Draco, you got her and I am not unhappy with a new friend I just met, it will do for the interim. I would be remiss not to advise you that I don't consider your heathen ceremony binding. My friend —he cited a royal— and I have talked, and we are looking onto the matter. I have a little magic, and I go back to Morgana and Arthur. Nice I am not, I am ready and waiting for her if/when she wants to leave. You've been warned. By the way, I never give up, and never, never lose. Dad said it was part of our magic."

What if his witch was having second thoughts?

"Let's have a champagne glass, "Accio."

The bottle and glass came.

They leaned against the entrance wall, Hermione's former bravado had deserted her.

"What if I am no good at it, Ron would only do mouth, you know, and I might be frig, I mean cold."

Now Draco was getting the picture , this take no prisoners wicked witch had never? Nah.

"Wait you have never shagged? Nah, by mouth do you mean oral sex?

She nodded feeling uncomfortable with this line of questioning, she turned defensive, "I was going to, it is not my fault," looking at his mischievous look made her say even more..

"So you know, Wilbur was a prude, granted he reminded me today I was barely fifteen the first time I tried to seduce him,"she laughed, but Draco wasn't laughing with her. The idea didn't sit well with him.

"Poor Wilbur he was 23. Today, I've changed my mind a little, he was actually a gentleman fighting off a teenage nearly naked. I touched him under the table, poor Wilbur his eyes bugged out." She giggled and did not notice Draco's mien.

He'd poured a second glass of bubbly, listening about his witch's sex-capades wasn't a lot of fun.

"Yes, and in between came Viktor who wanted a marriage contract before more than a kiss. Not that I didn't try, I did."

Draco was now fuming, but she wasn't done, "He was and is super hot, thanks god he is history, he is a man-whore. Hmm and next year was Wilbur again. And a few things here and there with Harry…"

And at that point Draco-the-hypocrite who started shagging at 15, was unhappy to hear other had touched her, when less than an hour before wasn't an issue, and now he was jealous.

"Stop, what is the bottom line?"

"I was getting there, yes, no shagging and I am certain no Os."

"Os?"

"Yes. You know like hmm, climax?"

"Ah, now, now," the shark bounced back, "now I get it, now that we sorted that out, don't worry because I am an expert, and I will teach you all the moves. Of course, we will fix your Os shortfall, leave it on my well versed-hands."

He should have never said that, "Are you saying you are so kind of wizard-whore? Stay away from me, I don't even want to touch you, ugh, disgusting."

Draco wanted to bite his tongue for being so stupid, he wasn't that much of an expert, he was bragging, just being himself. She was still going and gathering speed.

"Oh yes, you are a wizard-whore, You were with Astoria, yuck, that means you also shagged Bill and Fleur, and Bill was a real whore. I read about it, you shag everyone your partner did. I need to throw up."

Yes he had done it, the nasty witch was back. She looked like her father cold and dark. She was Grindelwald great-grandchild wasn't she? Mix that with Malfoy and…no wonder she did wandless.

Too bad Draco was fascinated with the Lioness, and his lust hit him full blast, equally bad that she was so angry; it was the accumulated stress from days and days.

What she did next, made Draco truly regret his foolish bragging.

"I want my daddy,"she was crying, "I should have married Wilbur, I want my Mommy."

She was behaving unreasonably. Neither knew but it was the left over from when Bella cursed Nannette, Hermione had been cursed as well. It was the curse to drive a wedge between them and a Malfoy wizard, it was toxic.

'My love be reasonable, you were with others."

She raised the 'stop-it-there-hand just like Lucius, and Draco wondered how it had escaped him; so many of their mannerisms were exactly alike.

"I barely kissed with them. With Wilbur not even, and with Harry, well, yes, he is a good kisser…never mind, the most I did was with Ron, not the same. I am going home."

He smiled like a fiend, "There is no way out, and I am not telling you."

"Liar, how about the ones who brought us here?"

"Nope, they are gone, only three can be gone at once and one was at the Manor, and the two on their way back." He looked smug.

"I'll find a way."

"Come here, kiss me and don't be silly."

All she could see were images from the past, Draco and Pansy, Draco and those blonds, Draco nearly shagging Astoria in a club's loo with his trousers partially down, wait there, was he doing it? Had Luna lied?

That did it, she ran to the WC and threw up.

He came with a wet cloth.

"Get away from me, I was the one who screamed to Astoria that day at the loo. She had been with Bill hours before," and she called as per the Malfoy magic, "Daddy help me, I need you."

"Sorry love, scream away, he cannot hear you. And what is that about the loo...oh..." What kind of luck did he have? And had Astoria been with Bill earlier? He was feeling nauseous. Damage control, what could he say?

Few minutes later and Lucius was banging at the door.

"How?" Draco asked, "it took us two hours."

"If you had bother coming all those years when I invited you instead of going to play with your friends, or traveling with your Mom, you'd have learned."

The bracelet alerted Lucius. It was linked to his signet ring, but he wasn't going to disclose that fact.

"If we don't consummate the marriage tonight we pay a fine of 100 Galleons." Lucius shook his head to him. It was a bad argument.

"Draco loves you," Lucius soothed his daughter, but he had told Draco to wait for the loved one as he had done, but really maybe better pay the fines, maybe the Muggle was a better choice, or maybe not; Draco he loved if, if, so many maybes and many ifs. His heart was split right down the middle, both of them were his children.

She wouldn't relent, and she had been sick twice more. Lucius didn't know how to calm her, something about a club's loo, no idea. Finally Lucius had Trufty, Mipzy's sister bring her a tea with mild calming effects. She drank it while Lucius sat by her with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Draco paced back and forth cursing his luck.

Hermione felt as if she were being watched, she was. Along one the large windows many sets of eyes peeked, some big, some small and most glowing in the dark of the night. She smiled and waved her hand, they all felt friendly. She must have been right because Lucius noticed and also smiled. " Most haven't seen a Malfoy first born witch before. This island is the home to many unusual beings left over from times untold. It is our heritage, from my family's branch. "

This warmed up her heart, and she looked at the other window, two sets of very, very large eyes, definitely glowing, reptilian eyes. She had the impression they were amused, "And those there, look," she pointed, "whose or what are those?"

"I don't see anything," he said. He had turned his face away from her, and she couldn't see his lips mouthing, "Scat, later," accompanied by a wink of an eye, "which window, I see nothing."

She blinked, there was nothing,"Probably a reflection of the bonfires burning all around to celebrate your wedding. "

Draco witnessed the entire exchange and wasn't sure if his father were lying or not. Long ago memories scratched at the surface, but not today's concern, he wanted his witch and that was all he cared about.

"Son it is best if we go back, we still have guests and need to be there. At home she will have time to relax, besides I need to look at a couple scrolls." He was having problems of his own, he had kissed Nannette once, and all went sour in minutes. He was thinking he needed to talk to a few people and search in the library.

The couple agreed, and followed Lucius into a a room Draco thought familiar. A tall wardrobe engraved with detailed scenes covered an entire wall.

"Why are we here?" Hermione asked.

"Follow me, you will learn about it later, Draco threw a fit last time he came, then told Narcissa that I wanted to feed him to monsters. All because he wanted to go to a birthday party instead," he looked at Draco accusatorially, and Draco blushed remembering some of it.

"But Dad I was six or seven, surely it…"

Lucius raised his hand to quiet him, Hermione did a double take, "I do the same, that gesture," she noticed in wonderment. Both Lucius and Draco nodded in agreement, and the three smiled conspiratorially.

"Yes, let see, you were young, wanted to be with your friends and got your way. After a while I quit trying, I figured sooner or later you would need to learn. Enough said, follow me and don't stop walking, no matter what you think you see."

He opened the door, it was an empty wardrobe, "C.S. Lewis," Hermione said, and they stepped in.

"Smart witch, my grandfather knew him personally, but Lewis refused to be friends with him. He thought my grandfather was a demon, but still signed the book my grandfather bought, you can see it later. The point is that this entrance was designed based on one of the author's stories, à propos may I add."

"How true, where are we going?" No answer was forthcoming.

She noticed that they were still walking, and now they were stepping on sand; the air felt damp and humid. She looked around, and if not for Lucius warnings she would have ran back. Lucius noticed, took a hold of her hand and pulled.

She was going to scream when she felt Draco's hand covering her mouth, "Shh," he whispered. Not only they were surrounded by creatures that judging by the size of their eyes were giganormous, but now they were about to walk into a fire tunnel. She was certain they were going to die. She closed her eyes and seconds later Draco's hand drowned a scream that would had deafened them...what felt like a giant tongue, had just licked her head.

A/N Draco blew it...hopefully is only a bump on the road.