A/n Warning, this chapter contains material better suited for more mature audiences. Not over the top. Thanks to everyone who reviews, and to the readers.

Whitewashing

"...just a question…"

"Draco no, no questions, you ask me later," She was undressing paying little attention."You'll make me upset, I just know it. "

"You must know, I've realized something, what I feel for you is more than pure lust. I won't say the L word just yet because you'll laugh, but it is the next step...besides if I say the L word you'll be upset and call me a liar. I am sorry I've made you angry, I was bragging; you know? About my vast experience. We, as in males, tend to do that. That day at the club I had been looking for Astoria, she had gone to 'the loo' for what seemed an hour, hmm, it probably was." His eyes looked far away. He had her attention, and even better she stood next to him, dressed with lacy Muggle underthings that begged to be taken off with your teeth, yum.

"Ah, yes, I know the truth, I finally figured it out. She was always meeting with Weasley and using me as a cover. Theo was right, she wanted the Malfoy's vaults…" He looked defeated, nobody wants to be used.

"She was a wi-bi-tch, she was using you. I can see that." Ah, he had her attention.

Draco raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, "What is a wibitch?"

"A combo word, wi-tch + bi-tch."

He looked amused,"He, he, he, that she is. That day I thought I had seen a tall wizard kissing her, and when I asked her, she attacked me calling me jealous, insecure, little rich wizard, and blind. So you will know, I was with her only a few times; only when I asked too many questions. And since my previous experience was limited to a couple times, which perversely you happened to witness…hmm, surely the curse's doing. But anyway, I believed her, "Darling, we should really wait, what if I got pregnant before the wedding?""

Now he looked really bummed. He had been a royal fool, and it might have cost him 'the one' for him.

"That is why I want to know if you have forgiven me, I don't want her to be between us. I don't want my 'wizard-whore' past come and make you mad at me. It is disgusting it you think about it, I always had seconds." His face was looking green, he looked quite unhappy. She patted his arm.

"It was the same with Pansy and the others, to make someone jealous, or wanting to become pregnant so I would marry them. Silly cows, we can only impregnate 'the one,'" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah, that is why my father didn't have other children with your mother."

"Exactly."

"Did you know they were using you?"

''Yayn, not really, by the time I found out, it was too late." He twisted his mouth. "I think that I've been fighting my attraction for you since the train ride. So, I tried very hard to dislike you. I'll confess something, I used to have wicked dreams about you after the Yuletide Ball." Did I ever, let's try…coward, tell her.

"So I can only get pregnant by you? And did you know we are paying a fine of 1,000 Galleons per day for not consummating; out of your vault and mine. Even worse, Wilbur has a spy at the MoM and according to the unbreakable, if I am not legally married, I will have to marry him. Never mind that."

"No, no, no, I will be like my father, meaning Dad L, he wanted to die when your Mom disappeared. I don't know if you can only get pregnant from me, Malfoy witches according to Dad L's have different rules. Father L is trying to find what they are. Will you ever forgive me?"

'"A dog after a bone, that is what you are. Would I be undressing if I hadn't? I forgave you yesterday and was thinking about it. Today looking at the picture, I think some was caught cheating, probably the one with the pointy ears. You know during the Arthurian times the Nordic Elven were still our allies, and hadn't left for wherever. Anyway, I thought that when I saw you with them... ehem, you were not cheating, you didn't know I was the one," she turned towards him and looked at him suspiciously. "Or did you know I was the one, you said you liked me forever?"

Draco felt caught by a hunter, by a warrior witch no less, oh why oh why did he have to ask?

"Back at you, did you know I might be special, yeah, did you?" it just occurred to him she was also guilty, of what exactly, of kissing or maybe a little more? Regardless, the idea was irritating him, it made him a little crazy to think of other wizards touching her; of the other Weasley encroaching on what was meant for him.

She was blushing, what? "You did, didn't you? I cannot believe it," he had to stop, was he an idiot? "This conversation must stop, it is the curse, making us fight. "

Hermione wasn't just smart, she was a Malfoy, and she would never tell him she had indeed liked him, and it had made her mad at herself, "You are right, do you like my clothes?" she flirted quickly changing the mood.

In one long step he was by her, "Do I ever, you look too delicious. But it would be better without them, let me catch up with you."

In seconds he was down to a long shirt and, she guessed, a version of wizard boxers, after all they didn't use zippers, elastics, and the such. Something her mother and her would remedy. But darn, when his shirt came off, he was H.O.T, lean muscle, small waist, and hmm, not sure about the rest. He looked x-large, and she wasn't fond of pain.

He knew that look, Astoria complained about it, but why not, she had enough action before him…gods, I am going to be sick. I shagged a Weasley. Stop it. Concentrate, look at the beauty in front of you; there is nobody else here.

Her hand was on him, he hissed,"Gods, yes, touch me," he watched her lower his boxers as she looked quizzically.

"This needs preparation."

"Yes my witch, whatever you want," she held his hand towards the bed, and he followed. He opened his arms to hold her, hardy believing it was happening.

Their mouths met and first just touched their lips with their eyes open. Both curious to gage each other, to see each other's reactions. Draco could barely think. He opened her lips with his tongue and, well, it was the match lighting the explosive powder keg. His breathing was loud, and her moans were music to him.

He took her hand to wrap around his hard, throbbing cock, still looking at each other, no longer kissing, he left this hand over hers, showing her what he liked, his eyes fighting to close. His other hand took her of her bra, he knew how they worked. He lowered his eyes.

"How pretty, objects of beauty, I must taste...no, don't…stop," her hand felt too good." He couldn't even talk. This was going too fast.

His free hand caressed one light pink nipple and then the other, "Uh, uh, eyes on me. I like to see your desire for me," his breath hitched with every other word. "Tell me you like touching me, like this." He wrapped his hand tighter. He needed to know if she felt something for him.

She nodded. He looked even better than she had imagined, all she wanted was to feel him on her. He smelled so good, she licked his chest and made him groan. He tasted good as well.

He needed to come, what a bad idea, but seeing her hand on him was one wish he had. His first erotic dream ever was about her giving him a hand job. Enough for now, or it would be over.

"No, no more," he brought her hand to his lips. ''Better...now you show me how you like it, show me. Hold my fingers and show me, don't be shy."

She placed her hand over his hand reaching her, traveling slowly tracing patterns caressing. His other hand over her bum, reaching her from behind, "Oh, my, so warm," His finger s were looking for access into her sheath from the back.

His lips sought hers feverishly, back and forth, the tongues touching, both moaning. He moved her hand aside, "Later, now, must have you." His hand and mouth were every where. The finger inside of her, made wish to be deep inside of her. If this felt so good, how would it feel…his body arched.

She wanted him, her muscles clenched, she wanted more, she felt reckless. Years of foreplay were enough, his body agains hers felt so good. His hard sex pressing against her.

"Where did your knickers go?"

"Not sure, must have wished them off, you know wandless."

"Yes, a good thing, your body against mine, the feel, of you're your hard nipples against my chest. Your skin is so soft. It is so good, for you too?"

"Uh, uh," words were impossible, his hand was moving all around her sex, bringing her to, "Yes, more, ahhhhh." This feeling was unknown to her, the spasms, the high.

When he felt her climax, he yelped. "Witch, here,' he covered her body with his, "hold me… legs…"

Her hand guided his, and…she felt they were being watched.

"Wait, wait, "it was daytime and the windows were open, nobody was out there.

"No, nobody," his cock was there, the head in. "Now, my love, let me, gods."

The sun projected uniform shadows, several of them, but the bed occupants too far gone to notice the world outside.

"Now, better fast, yes?"

"Fast, fast what."

He thrust his hips, "This, like this," and in a hard thrust he was sheathed part way, pass the virgin barrier…

Both heard deep voices cheering, "Hurrah! Hurray…"

Their imagination, but, "Out, out, it feels bad, move out."

It hurt, the pleasure had gone up in smoke. "You are humongous, I knew it. Abnormal."

He smiled wickedly, "No I am not. Cannot, let me," His hand sought her formerly aroused nub…"There, no, no out." He caressed it from the side, soon he felt her relaxing and moved his hips forward a bit more. Her covered her neck and her lips with licks and kisses. He needed to move. But she still struggled to get away.

"It will get better, my love, it is so good. Show me, touch yourself," he wasn't so sure he could wait. He nuzzled her ear, moved a little, her fingers reached. His other hand went under her bum, "Yes, yes," she was with him. Her legs tightened around him.

This was heaven, Draco thought, this is different. The pleasure traveled all along his body. It was intense, nearly like pain. Strangely he was in a haze of pleasure and lust, a real haze; it was an odd sensation, all around him was a colored fog. Hermione felt the same, it still hurt, a little, but she could feel another climax coming; too bad she couldn't move much, he felt too big.

He was ready, "I love you," he heard himself say. Nooo, don't say it…"I do, I love you… " and as he came he screamed her name, and she repeated his. Both flew up in the sky, not alone there were others inside the red haze.

One hour after, they woke up; the bodies wrapped around each other.

Hermione opened her eyes carefully, afraid that she had died. She had been up in the sky, that had been real.

"Did you, err, you know like flew?" Draco was freaked, more that a little, maybe whatever Mipzy gave Hermione had made them hallucinate.

"Aha, was it like this for you before, you, err …shagged others. I never heard of this."

Careful Draco, this is a trick question, "Nothing ever equaled today. Never felt so good. I could do this all day long," and he suddenly remembered, ugh, but he had to do it..

"Wait," he went to the bathroom and looked at the mess. "Poor witch," he said and cleaned himself with a white cloth. He hid the same with Hermione who was bashful, and with a twist of the wand, he swapped the bed linens. And then send the others wherever.

"Why do that right now? Are you grossed out? I am the one that was bleeding."

"No, I feel honored and happy to be your first." He kissed her face, her shoulders, "I wanted to clean you. Surely you were uncomfortable." He smiled his best smile.

Hermione felt something was off. "You are not saying something, Just tell me, I will find out."

He rolled his eyes. "You might not like it. The virginal blood is collected. Yes, blood magic, wards for the house." He waited for the outburst. He looked at her sideways, gods she was beautiful. Yes, she was his real wife, forever, "YES!" He punched the air.

"Yes what?"

"Yes you are my wife, it makes me happy, no need to give me a dirty look."

"Who makes the wards with the, you know, it is so, so, gross. " she shuddered.

"I know how, all Malfoy must learn. You will learn."

She was bright red. "Is dad going to do it, he will be…oh, no."

He laughed, "Forget about, it will be readied by the elves."

"I need to forget about it, I want to shower."

"Together?" He caressed her breast, and kissed her shoulder.

"Hmm, not sure, I want to hide for a month, and not see our father. Did you hear cheers?''

He avoided her eyes, "Did you feel someone looking at us?"

"What a strange question, but I thought we were inside red fog."

They walked hand in hand to the bathroom. "Ah, I forgot

Mipzy made me biscuits, I forgot to eat. You want one?"

It downed on him, she had actually wanted to be with him, out her own free will. He had to talk to Mipzy and break their agreement.

"No thanks, I don't trust her, maybe feeding you aphrodisiacs, she wants babies," you are a genius, now the blackmailer cannot get you, all bases covered. He felt beyond happy.

"I love you."

"It is too soon, no need to lie."

"Do you love me?"

"I love your kisses."

"Like this?"

They almost made it to the bathroom.

They sat around a cauldron. The stained cloth had been delivered minutes before. The atmosphere was festive. The cauldron was boiling, and the hooded persons repeated the words while Lucius moved his hands over the cauldron. With a ladle he filled several bottles with a white liquid.

Each took a bottle and spilled the contents on the ground, Malfoy Manor's walls were all painted at once with the white liquid. It looked brand new. They all laughed and danced. They all had seen the future.

"Poor Draco," Lucius said. But really it wasn't so bad.

The Morning After

They went together to the breakfast room, they never made it out the room. They stopped ever two steps to kiss until, "What is different here, it smells, hmm," she looked at Draco.

He started sneezing, "It stinks," he looked around.

"Holy of holies, it seems the entire Manor was painted," his voice sounded worried. What had his father done? If she figured out the study was rigged it would be end. He had taken whitewashing to the extreme. How had he done it? It would require a blood sacrifice…if she finds out she will hex us all, Father cannot learn.

She wasn't paying attention, she was looking at a new life size portrait. Apparently…

"Mistress, you remembers I wants the baby," Mipzy was coming towards them. "Lord Wilburs is here, he is with yous father, he be with more like him." Before she vanished she turned towards Draco and tried to wink an eye, to her accomplice. Draco did a double take, he had made a pact with a demented elf. He had to tell her he didn't need her before his swet pea noticed.

Draco couldn't believe it, an out of control father, a black-mailing elf, the nosy 'others,' the painting, and Wilbur, now what else?