They apparated back to the Manor and appeared out of thin air right inside the front doors. It was dark out.

Draco's mother was waiting there, arms crossed, bony hip jutted out, impatient foot tapping. She saw them apparate in front of her, Hermione in her wedding dress and Draco in his wedding suit. She puffed up furiously, her cheeks reddening and her mouth opening. "Draco Malfoy!" She growled. "How dare you! You have disgraced me! You have disgraced yourself! You have disgraced this whole family by marrying this mudblood!" she screamed in desperation like an angry girl.

Draco scowled. "You said you'd leave us in peace if we keep our promise! We decided to take your offer, and now you are the one who is not following your own word!"

"I thought you knew better! Don't you know what you've done? Your father will be so angry when he hears about this in Azkaban. You just cut off the pureblood heritage of the Malfoys that has been going on for centuries!"

"What if I don't care about that? What if I don't want to be a Malfoy? Look, you're the one breaking your own promise right now, Mother. If you are going to be like this, then maybe you won't have a son anymore after all," the son spat.

She screamed in rage and Hermione cowered uncomfortably. Draco's mother stomped over to Hermione's trunk, which was sitting right by the door and destroyed it with her wand. Bits of Hermione's clothes and belongings blew up in the air and the trunk was blasted apart. She shot her wand again at the stairs and burst them into flames. Draco just watched in quiet irritation and pity for her and she destroyed parts of her own house in fury.

She screamed again then looked at them with red eyes. "You may think this will turn out well for the two of you, but this is not over." She disapparated into nothingness.

Draco turned back to Hermione with his head lowered and softly muttered that they should go.

Hermione said, "My trunk…"

"I'll get new ones." Draco seemed very, very tired, and hollow. "Come on."

He led her up a set of handsome grand stairs up the second floor, then up another staircase to the third. A high ceiling hall led to some wooden double doors. "My room is on the second floor, but we will be sharing this room now." Draco said as he opened the door and let Hermione explore.

It was decorated all in various shades of greens and silvers. The walls were an evergreen shade and the curtains a dark grey. The bedsheets were the same color of bright moss and the persian carpet was the color of stormy skies. A low, rectangular king-sized bed stood on one side of the room, and a white vanity table for Hermione was at the opposite wall. Some drawers and a walk-in wardrobe were arranged around the bed and vanity table, and a personal bathroom was located near the door.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. She slowly walked to the vanity table and looked at her reflection. Dispassionately, she unhooked the simple pearl necklace from around her neck and put it down on the table with a light clacking sound. She slid her hand down her wrist and took her bracelets off, and proceeded to let her hair down, its tumbling brownish-blond waves falling down her shoulders.

Looking up, she saw Draco's face at her shoulder in the mirror, his tie now off. He looked into Hermione's reflections of her eyes on the looking glass. Their eyes were dark with the knowledge of what they had to do on their wedding night.

He put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and trained his eyes on the ground. Without looking at her, he slid his hand down to the top of the many buttons that kept her dress on. Hermione looked at her pearls on the table as he began to unbutton them. She felt the cold air on her back as his hands reached near the end of the buttons at the small of her back.

She bit her lip and tensed as she looked back up at the mirror, feeling him slide the dress from her shoulders and hearing it thump on the ground. She now only had her bra and underpants on. She felt so completely exposed to the boy she called her enemy, but was now her husband. He closed his eyes and kissed her ear as he lifted her up gently and walked over to the bed. Her shoes dangled off her feet and fell off.

She was laid on top of the blankets on her back carefully, and she looked at Draco, who was standing next to the bed. He was removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt with trembling hands. He would not look at her.

His abs, chest, and arms were now uncovered for her to see. They were lightly muscled and defined. Although they could've looked attractive to most girls, they were still thin and pale, like what a normal teenage boy would look like. Like a young boy's. This brought a reminder to Hermione that they were still children, young children, barely officially adults.

Hermione almost broke down in tears at this thought as he hesitatingly slid his pants and shoes off. He was scared too.

He laid down next to Hermione, and stayed there for a bit, taking shaky breaths.

Then, he flipped over, hovering over her, and kissed her shoulder hurriedly. His cold fingers struggled with her bra, which reminded her so much of Ron. She made no move to help him, but he eventually got it off. As soon as her breasts were freed, Draco moved down and sucked on one's nipple, taking the other in his hand. She tensed at his touch and pushed his hands away. "No, stop it, Draco."

He looked up at her, shadows underneath his eyes. "Don't you want at least some pleasure out of this?"

Hermione looked to the side, blinking out tears. "No. Don't. Just do it and get it over with."

He seemed a little hurt, but also a little relieved. He moved up her body, kissing her neck, just like how Astoria loved it. He felt her shiver severely underneath him as he breathed on her skin. She smelled like baby powder and water.

Draco reached down and slid her panties and his own boxers down, so they were both naked. Then, he kissed her square on the mouth, spread her legs, and slid himself inside her. She grew rigid and her hands gripped the sheets.

He began to move slowly within her, moaning as he went. He felt so much pleasure from her. He remembered how it was like with Astoria, and felt some guilt from what he was doing with another girl. He moved faster.

Hermione was not moving or making a sound. She felt intruded upon, disgusted, that Draco Malfoy was inside of her most private parts. She saw him moan and gasp and close his eyes. She wondered if he had ever done this before. After all of those years of his torture towards her, he was now married to her and having sex with her. How ironic.

Draco thrusted up her body harder and harder, pressing her on top of the bed as his strength wore out. He panted against her neck as he felt it coming. Finally, he grunted loudly and thrusted up as Hermione felt a warmth fill her insides. His nails dug into her skin painfully as he finished.

His seeds now planted, Draco groaned in satisfaction and exhaustion and fell heavily beside Hermione, still inside her. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Hermione noticed that he was not at all sweating, but Ron was so sweaty when he did it with her. Strange, she thought. She adjusted their bodies so that he pulled out, and some of his cum came out. She felt absolutely disgusting.

She stood up to take a shower and wash every trace of him off her.