Before we go in, says Lucius Malfoy,
pulling his son aside, let me advise you, Draco,
one last time, to see sense. There are loopholes in this law,
and I can still put things right, if you will just
No, Father. I want her!
Lucius sighs. Then, at least, leave the talking to me.
Talking, Father? Draco waves the roll of parchment
hes carrying. There wont be any talking. I have
But there are certain matters that you have wilfully ignored,
Draco. Certain financial matters...
Financial? Draco quickly reviews his proposalhalf
a million Galleons (non-returnable) when she signs the Marriage
Law Ledger; a further one and a half million on their wedding
day; ten thousand Galleons per year for her clothing and books;
and ten million settled on their son at birthall, naturally,
from his own personal fortune.
Hes forgotten nothing. Unless...
You cant be expecting me to ask her parents for a
Their daughter and their grandchild will be Malfoys,
says Lucius, and the childs muddy blood will be diluted
by yours. It is important that they acknowledge their good fortune.
Draco knows that he has to take control, but hes not going
to whine and sulk until he gets his own way, because he isnt
a child any moreand, anyway, there just isnt timeso
he draws himself up to his full heightall Malfoy men are
talland growls, Dont think for one moment,
Father, that I cant see what youre doing. You think
that by insulting her youll make her reject me. Well, I
want her, and I shall have her. And if you mention a dowry,
I shall make it perfectly clear that I have absolutely no idea
what youre talking about.
Hes pretty sure his father wont risk a Malfoy versus
Malfoy shouting match in front of the Secretary for the Regulation
of Magical Marriagesand when he hears his father sigh, as
only Lucius can sigh, he assumes hes won.
This round, at least.
Its been more than five years since he last saw hershortly
after the Battle of Hogwartswhen, despite everything that
had stood between them, shed been the only one with the
balls to ask him whether he or his parents needed food, or water,
or a healer.
Hed accepted her help because his mother had needed
it, but had secretly despised her for her charity until his mother
had revealed the truth to him: Your Miss Granger, Draco,
she had said, is showing surprisingly good breeding...
The double-doors of the new Office for the Regulation of Magical
Marriages open to admit the Malfoys, and Draco squares his shoulders,
and walks inside.
As he crosses the marble floor, the Secretary rises and, leaning
across his massive desk, offers his hand. Good morning,
Mr MalfoyMr Malfoy, seniorplease, be seated.
Four chairs are arranged in pairs in front of the Secretarys
desk. Grangers brought Old Weasley with her, and theyre
sitting on the pair to the left. (The private investigator Draco
pays to keep a discreet watch on Granger has told him that her
parents are living in Australia, and appear to be estranged from
her, though he cannot ascertain why).
Draco takes the chair to her right, straightening his tie andunconsciouslyrunning
his hand through his hair as he sits.
Grangers hair is spectacularly bushy, perching atop
her head like great furry helmet and, when he allows himself a
quick look at her, he notices that her robes look suspiciously
like a school uniform, and that her little shoes are those sensible,
flat things that make her walk like shes furious...
The memory of Grangers frank brown eyes, gazing at him
across the Great Hall, had sustained Draco through the months
of uncertainty that followed Voldemorts defeat, when he
and his father were waiting (separately) in Azkaban for the Wizengamot
to determine their fate.
During those long, lonely days he would carefully recall every
one of their childhood encounters, searching for any evidence
of affection on her part; in his dreams, the seeds of hope hed
found during the day would blossom and, when he awoke the following
morning, he would try desperately to hold on to the feelings that
dream-Granger had aroused in him.
Something twists, low in his body, because shes even lovelier
than hed remembered.
Hes already hired a personal stylist wholl help her
dress for the functions shell attend with him, but he realises
that hell have to give the woman some pretty firm instructions,
because theres no way hes having her turned into one
of those stick-thin clothes horses, like the Greengrass sisters.
Impulsively, he reaches out, and grasps her hand.
Her head jerks round, and she stares at him.
When the Malfoys had been released, and their fortunes restored,
and Draco had come into his own inheritance, hed hired a
private investigator and used his own funds (and the contacts
his father was re-establishing) to grease the odd wheel or two,
and smooth the progress of Grangers career.
Hed never approached her personally; he might never
have seen her again had the Wizengamot not decided to pass
a Marriage Law.
But, the moment hed heard of the forthcoming legislation,
Draco had begun to lay his plans and, after receiving an encouraging
report on Grangers (lack of) love life from his private
eye, and after consulting his lawyer, hed drawn up a formal
proposal, and had owled it to her the day the bill became law.
Granger doesnt smile backshe looks down at their
joined hands, and frownsbut she doesnt pull her hand
Mr MalfoyMiss Granger, begins the Secretary,
its a great pleasure to welcome you both herethe
first of our young couples to register a betrothal under the new
law. He beams at them in turn. I have your documents
here, duly copied and notarised,he points his wand
at two rolls of parchmentMr Malfoys proposal,
and Miss Grangers acceptance. All that remains is for you
to reach an agreement on one or two small areas of concern, then
make your verbal declarations, and sign the Ledger.
Draco sees Granger nod, and smiles, because he knows shell
be following every word of the proceedings. He squeezes her hand,
and thinks he feels a slight answering pressure.
Miss Granger, says the Secretary, perhaps youll
explain your reservations to Mr Malfoy.
Granger nods again. Mr Malfoy, she says, and he loves
how erotic it sounds, you propose to settle a certain sum,its
obvious that she doesnt care how muchon your
son, at birth, but you dont say what will happen if the
child is a girl. She turns to him, and raises her eyebrows,
Her expression is so much more confident than hed
Hes surprised and, as he gropes for an answer
The Malfoys, says his father, coldly, have
not produced a legitimate daughter in over six generations.
Father, Draco hisses, then turns back to Granger:
A daughter would, of course, have exactly the same standing
as a son,he smilesMiss Granger.
Thank you, she whispers.
Her gratitude does something entirely unexpected to his body.
He squeezes her hand again. Anything else?
I have a career, she says, and she leans towards
him, which makes matterswell, not worse, exactly,
but certainly more noticeableand I shall want
to continue working.
I understand that. He takes her other hand. (Hes
actually intending to offer her a job himself, because the Malfoys
have need of someone with her skills, but he knows that now is
not the time to mention it, either to Granger or to his
Then Im ready to proceed, she says. To him.
Good, he says.
Hes struck by an intense desire to raise her hand to his
lips and kiss it, and he suddenly wonders whether Granger has
cast some sort of charm on him
Mr Malfoy? prompts the Secretary, clearly
expecting an answer.
I said, I believe that you have a number of concerns?
I... Draco frowns. No, I
My son fears, says his father and, for Draco, the
interruptionthankfullyis like having a bucket of iced
water dumped over his head, that Miss Granger, having been
been raised in somewhat different circumstances, might
experience difficulties adjusting to a less impoverished
Im afraid, says Draco, smoothly (though his
voice is a little louder than hed intended), that
Ive neglected to tell my father that any concerns I might
have had,he glances at Luciushave already
been settled between Miss Granger and myself.
Good, says the Secretary, smiling. Very good!
Then let us proceed to the declarations.
One further thing, says Lucius. His manners
imperious, but Draco can hear desperation in his voice. My
son will, of course, require independent confirmation that Miss
Granger is still virgo intacta.
The syllables seem to echo round the chamber. Old Weasley gasps;
the Secretary turns puce; Granger is looking poisoned daggers
at his fatherand Draco cannot help noticing that her little
hands have grown sweaty.
Draco had kept his plans secret, but Pansy Parkinson had very
nearly given him away.
Of course, shed opined, loudly, this
new laws just made for you, Draco. Did you know that,
at one point, the Weasleys were running a book on when you and
a certain Miss Gryff-in-dor,shed mouthed
the last wordwould do the dirty, and I wagered twenty
Galleons on the Yule Ball.
I took you to the Yule Ball, Pansy, hed
I know, shed shot back.
Hed never seriously considered that Granger might turn
him down, but the speed with which shed accepted him had
taken him by surprise. Hed immediately broken the
news to his parents, and had paid for it, for Lucius Malfoy did
not need a Cruciatus curse to squeeze his sons heart within
That wont be necessary, Father, says Draco,
and his voice, though slightly off-key, is rock solid. I
would not reveal this under any other circumstances, he
says to the Secretary, but, in this chamber, I feel I can
admit that Miss Granger and I have already slept together.
He squeezes Grangers hands quite hard, and his heart lurches
when he sees the confusion on her face, but then her eyes meet
his, and they hold each others gaze, and hes certain
he feels her fingers press his, in solidarity.
Were both ready to make those declarations,
he says, firmly.
Pansy had been right about one thing.
He would have shagged Granger at the Yule Ball, had
he been given half a chance.
Years later, in the misery of Azkaban, he would imagine being
in some deserted corner of Hogwarts with herher wearing
those ravishing pink robes, with snowflakes sparkling in her hair
and on her smooth, bare arms, with her head flung back against
the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, and him fucking
her out of her mind...
But Granger had gone to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, and
even Draco hadnt had that much confidence.
Granger agrees to a Yuletide wedding and alsowhich is something
of a surpriseto moving into the Manor immediately, so that
his mother can help her prepare for her future as a Malfoy.
Old Weasleys worried that shell be cutting herself
off from her friends, and hes trying, in his bumbling way,
to dissuade herand Dracos surprised to feel himself
developing a vague affection for the man, with his determination
to protect anything and anyone that comes within an arms
length of himbut Granger somehow convinces him that shell
be perfectly happy with her new family.
All this time, Dracos been holding her hand but, as they
leave the Ministry, he releases her, and draws his father away,
to give her the chance to say farewell to her friend in private.
He watches her throw her arms around the mans neck and
hug him tightly, and from some deep, seldom-used place inside
himself, he feels a silly smile bubble up, and make its way to
Shes exactly what hes always wanted, and
Do hurry your future wife, Draco, says his father.
Lucius had made him feel foolish, perverted, and traitorous,
in turns, butwith his mothers helpDraco had
held out, somehow sure that his entire future rode upon this chance
to marry Granger.
The struggle had been every bit as formative as his miserable
war and his stay in Azkaban and, when his father had finally capitulated,
hed emerged from the ordeal a stronger, braver man.
It costs nothing to let her say a proper good bye, Father.
As a matter of fact, Draco, it could cost us both a good
deal; Im already late for my meeting with the Cartel.
Then you go, Father, says Draco. And Granger
and I will make our own way home, in the carriage.
He watches his father Apparate away, and sighs with relief. He
knows that the next few hours are going to be important, and he
expects them to require a great deal of concentration.
With all the Weasleys and Longbottom already spoken for, hed
been reasonably sure thatdespite their past differencesshed
find him the best candidate available. But hed also known
that, for her, this would still be a forced marriage, and hed
prepared himself for some resistancefor tears, yes; sulks,
probably; and hexes, maybe.
Draco sinks back into the leather seat and smiles at Granger,
whos sitting on the opposite side of the carriage. For some
reason, hes feeling far more nervous than hed expected.
I thought we might need some time to ourselves, he
says, to break the ice.
Granger nods, calmly pulling off her gloves, and theres
a slight crease on her forehead, which suggests shes thinking.
Suddenly, her eyes narrow, and she says, Why did you lie
to your father about us having sex?
We have never had sex, Malfoy.
I didnt say that we had. I just said that wed
slept together. And we have slept together, on the Hogwarts
Express, that time after the Easter Holidays when we had to sit
in the same carriage, and we both fell asleep.
Your father didnt believe you.
No, but the Secretary did, and Weasley did, and my father
wouldnt lower himself to argue in front of them, so...
It was clever, she says.
He hopes thats a compliment. Clevers my middle
name, he replies.
I thought it was Abraxas.
He hadnt expected her to know that, and he wonders whether
shes been studying his family historyit would be just
like her to make sure that she was fully prepared. Youre
right, he says. Draco Abraxas Clever Malfoy,
and hes pleased to see the ghost of a smile flit across
You still havent explained why you did it,
He shrugs. You were upset.
Well... I cant think of many things more demeaning
than being treated like a brood mare.
And I didnt want some quack putting his hand
up my future wifes... He cant think of any word
for it that isnt likely to offend her, and wreck what they
seem to be building, so he waves his hand. I think we both
got what we wanted.
She looks out of the window. Im not, she says,
His plan had been to wait, stony-faced, until shed cried
herselfor, possibly, duelled herselfto exhaustion,
and then to woo hernot with the diamonds and furs that might
sway an ordinary woman, but with certain little gifts he was sure
a bookworm would appreciateand then, when shed begun
to warm to him, to play the ace up his sleeve, and seduce her,
because he was absolutely certain that everything would come right
once theyd had sex.
He cant believe how much her confession hurts him.
He knows that shes twenty-three, and beautiful, so it really
shouldnt have been a surprise, but hes wanted her
for so long, and hes dropped his guard with her, and her
words have slammed into his gutinto his groin, actuallylike
a rogue bludger. Was it Weasley?
She shakes her head.
No! Of course not! She blushes. It was Viktor.
Ive only ever been with Viktor.
Viktor? Oh, Krum. Draco lets out a deep sigh
of relief, becausealthough the mans a quidditch legendhe
seriously doubts that Krum knows how to pleasure a woman, and
that means that, although he wont be Grangers first,
he can still be her best.
Im not a virgin either, he says, somewhat belatedly.
Granger laughs. I know that, Malfoy. Your women
always liked to boast. Then, twisting her fingers together,
and staring at the floor of the carriage, she says, Malfoy...
Ive been thinking. Can we get it over with?
Get what over with?
The sex. I know that, technically, were supposed
to wait until after the wedding ceremony but I dont think
I could bear having it hanging over me until Yule. I mean, were
going to marry, arent we, so why dont we just do it
Now? He cant believe it! You want
to...? Do it in here?
Is there time?
He rakes his fingers through his hair, thoroughly confused. On
the one hand, he has been gagging for it (with her) since
Azkaban. On the other hand, he doesnt want their first time
to be nothing more than a quick shag...
On the third hand, a solution quickly presents itself. Yes,
he says, yes, if I order the thestrals to circle the Manor
until were finished.
Do that, then, she says.
Hes had a reputation for being good in bed since his
father hired a prostitute to show him the ropes on
the day he came of age.
At school, the girls had called him the Slytherin Sex God.
He conjures one of the seats, making it broad enough for both
of them, and turns the travel rugs into cushions and a silken
Granger settles herself on the bed, and watches him take off
his shirt. How many women have you had, Malfoy? she
Shes such a strange combination of shyness and boldness,
of naivety and the thirst for knowledge, hes not sure how
to deal with her.
Well, theres nothing I can do about it now,
he says, because he sees no reason to be ashamed of his nature.
I need sex, Granger. But I havent been with anyone
since I proposed to you, and I would have waited for you as long
as youd wanted. I dont intend to be unfaithful to
He unbuttons his fly, and steps out of his trousers.
You dont intend?
Obviously, should you ever refuse to sleep with me, Ill
have to make alternative arrangements.
He slips out of his shorts.
Oh, Merlin, she gasps.
I never believed all the rumours.
Draco smiles, proudlyTake that, Viktor Krum!
He can see that she wants to touch it, and wonders why she doesnt.
Is she too shy? Too lady-like? He picks up her hand and brings
it to his erectionThere,and watches her
turn her full attention to it, running her fingers up its length,
curling them round its girth, brushing her thumb around and over
Her touch takes him by surprise.
Its like a bladelike a fine edge of beaten goldand
it seems to be slicing through every nerve in his bodyits
making him tremble, making his knees give way and, unable to keep
himself upright, he drops onto the bed, and scoops her up, and
buries his face in all that ridiculous hair.
Its beautiful, she whispers, then corrects
herself: I mean, youre beautiful.
You can think of it as it if you like,
he says, hoarsely. I do.
He finds her hand again, and slips it between his thighs and,
when she cups his balls and supports their weight in her palm,
he focusses on the sensation until it makes him dizzy.
Make love to me, Draco, she whispers.
Clumsy with desire, he unbuttons her shirt. Shes wearing
the sexiest brassiere hes ever seen, a skimpy Muggle thing
in pale pink satin trimmed with black lace andwhen he pushes
her skirt uphe finds that her tiny briefs match her bra,
and the little belt holding up her black stockings completes the
In all the years hes known her, in all the fantasies hes
had about herin Azkaban and sincehes never imagined
her in anything other than plain white cotton.
Did you wear these for me? he asks, looking
up at her.
She blushes adorably, and nods, Of course.
He kisses her mouth, feeling hot and light-headed, but she quickly
breaks the kiss and, pressing her forehead to his, she whispers,
I want you inside me, Draco.
He summons his wand, and vanishes her skirt and shirt, then slips
the wand tip between her legs andhand shakingdraws
it gently along her slit, splitting the crotch of her sexy little
She gasps, arching her back and pushing her hips forward, pressing
herself onto his wand and into his magic and, enthralled, he strokes
her again and again, letting little bursts of warmthmagical
fragments of his own needspill into her.
Oh, Draco, she moans, oh, Draco... Draco...
From his nameless prostitute hed learned to take his
time; thanks to her, hed alwayseven at schoolenjoyed
the foreplaythe touching, the tonguingalways loved
that look of satisfaction that came over a womans face when,
at last, she had him inside her...
He loses it the moment he enters herwhich has never
happened to him beforebut he puts it down to his long obsession
with Granger, and to his recent bout of abstinence.
Granger accepts it with good grace and, since it never takes
him long to recover, he soon makes it up to her, getting her close
and keeping her there, holding her on the very edge, winding her
up, tighter, and tighter, and
Oh! she cries.
OH! OH, MALFOY! OH,her body archesOHHHHH,and
her shout turns into a long and petulant wailFUUUUUUUUCK!
At school hed always been second best to Hermione Know-it-all
Granger, but hed honestly thought that things would change
once they were man and wifethat he would be the man.
As usual, hed been fucking wrong.
She wakes with a start, and looks up at him, nervously. Im
sorry, she says. I wasnt supposed to fall asleep.
Are you all right?
No, Granger, he spits out, and his anger, which hes
been controlling ever since he began to feel the first whispers
of discomfort, erupts: No, Im not fucking all
right! He grits his teeth, riding out another wave of painFuck!
Oh, fuck! Fuck!until the fire recedes, and
leaves him panting for breath. Did you thinkthink
I wouldnt realise? Oh, Dracos so stupid, hell
never know Ive hexed his balls! Is that all you think
of meoh, fuck, not again! He rocks back and
forth, holding himself. What the fuck did you do to me,
Granger sits upgiving him another eyeful of those bloody
tits in that fucking Muggle braand says, Come back
to bed, Draco.
Look, I can stop it hurting. She stretches out her
arms. Please, Dracolet me help you, and then Ill
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME? he shouts.
Its just a side effect, she says.
Just a side effect? A side effect of what?
Shhhshhhhhh, DracoDraco, come here,she
leans towards himand Ill make it all right.
Youre fucking unbelievable. He would throttle
her if he could take his hands off his cock. Oh, fucking
hell, it hurts!
That wont work, she says. I have
to do it for you, Draco... She holds out her arms again
and, despite hating her fucking Mudblood guts, hes so desperate,
he climbs up beside her.
She burrows between his legs, and uses her mouth and her hands,
andwell, she must have her wand down there, too, working
like a house-elfand, in seconds, hes coming, and the
red hot pains bursting out of him and, as he arches up,
she throws her arms around his hips, and presses herself against
his body, and he empties himself into her gorgeous fucking cleavage.
Then he falls back, shattered.
Its the most intense orgasm hes ever had.
And, when he can see straight again, shes there, leaning
over him, smiling like shes done something so bloody
clever. Better? she asks.
You fucking witch, he gasps, and swallows hard. Shes
covered in his comeits on her cheek, and in her hair,
and its smeared across those fucking tits of hers... And
though he hates her, and though hes just exploded all over
her like a botched potion, all he wants is to be inside her.
And its not just about shagging.
Its about intimacy, about being inside her.
Tell me what youve done to me, Granger, he
pants, and tell me why.
She reaches down and brushes a strand of his hair out of his
eyes and, smiling at himalmost bloody tenderlyshe
starts to explain: I soaked my hands and arms in a mixture
of Delectatia and Consuetudia so that youd
absorb them when you touched mebut you did that so much
sooner than Id expected.
In the Office of Magical Marriages, he breathes.
So I was right... You had used magic on me.
But he cant stop himself reaching for her, and his entire
body reacts when she settles in his arms.
Delectatia wasnt ideal, shes saying,
but I didnt want anything too strong, and I needed
something with no odournot Amortentia, because I
was pretty sure youd notice if I suddenly started smelling
like the Gringotts vaults and quidditch leathers.
You cheeky tart... He almost smiles, and he does
press his mouth to her temple. He cant fight her bloody
potions, and he already knows hes going to let her get away
with it so, deciding that he deserves some compensation,
he takes her hand and brings it to his cock.
Mmmm. She grasps his shaft and, sliding her leg over
him and shifting her body, she rubs herself on his length.
His balls tighten.
I wanted it to be more than a love potion, she continues,
rocking on him, lightly, I wanted something that would bring
us togetherhence the Consuetudia.
And thats why, he says, hoarsely, I suddenly
started feeling all warm and fuzzy towards Old WeasleyI
was feeling what you feel. But how did you stop him falling
for youoh, the gloves.
I wondered where theyd appeared from.
She rewards him with a very nice bit of teasing andhe noticesa
good smear of her own juices on his cock. You really are
quite clever, Malfoy.
His bloody heart glows. Then, Fuck, he groans, this
means I get to be bestest friends with Potty and the Weasel, doesnt
Well, you didnt honestly think you could marry me
and not make friends with my friends, did you? she
replies, all annoyingly bossy. Besides, Ill have to
make friends with your friends, too.
Shes stopped moving, and he twitches his cock in protest.
Malfoy! She laughs and, sliding down his body, she
leans in to him, and covers his balls with kisses.
Oh... He sinks back into the pillows and thoroughly
enjoys her attentions, until another thought pops into his fuddled
brain. That doesnt explain the pain, though,
She raises her head. Well, no... I also cast Libidio,
Conjugo and Fidelio charms on myummy
Which is why you were so anxious to get me in there
Before we got back to Malfoy Manor. She licks his
cock from root to tip.
Fucking hell, he gasps. The physical pleasures
overpowered what was left of his puny angeras shed
no doubt known it would. Still, Id already gone head-to-head
with my father for you, Granger, he objects. Couldnt
you see that I wasnt going to let you down?
I had to cast the charms before I met you in the Secretarys
Office, Draco. Do you think its going to be easy for me
to go back to that place, and live there? I had to be absolutely
certain youd be on my side.
And I was stupid enough to think you fancied me.
Of course I fancied you. Ive always fancied you.
I wouldnt have accepted your proposal if I hadnt fancied
Always fancied me?
Always. Besides, you must have known that once Id
seen yourumyour actual equipment, I wouldn't
be able to resist? She smiles up at him. I can understand,
now, why all the girls used to call you the Slytherin Sex God.
Oh, youll use that mouth to get whatever you want,
wont you? he says. One way or another.
And, suddenly, the desire thats been mounting ever since
she sucked him off overcomes the exhaustion, and he grabs her,
and rolls her onto her back, slipping his hand between her legs.
Shes wet, and swollen, and more than ready for him, but
he slides a finger round her opening, then strokes her insides
with his fingertip, and pretty soon shes begging him for
Please, Malfoy, she whimpers. Please, Draco...
Her desperations almost heartbreaking.
And a victory, of sorts, so he thrusts himself inside her hot,
His back's arched, his arms braced, and she has to push herself
up to murmur in his ear: I cast a Robustus charm
on your penis when you were undressing.
Fucking hell, Granger!
That has to be the last straw! He collapses, crushing
her beneath him, and lies still. You honestly thought that
Id have trouble getting it up?
Im sorry. She presses her lips to his cheek.
I really didnt believe all those rumours about your
phenomenal powersit seemed like overcompensation to meand
I needed to be absolutely sure that you could make love to me.
Im so sorry, DracoI think its the Robustus
thats causing you the pain.
Fucking-bloody wonderful. How long will it last?
All we have to do, she says, is keep having
sex until it wears off.
A few hours.
You dont actually know, do you?
Not exactly. It varies from man to man and, since you
dont really need it...
Brilliant. And the only relief I can get is from you?
Until it wears off, yes.
You do know that you wont be able to walk for a week?
But think how close it will make us, Malfoy.
Is that why you did all this?
Of course it is! This is it, Draco. Its you
and me, for the rest of our lives. We have to make it work.
So you tricked me, and tortured me
The torture was accidental.
See, thats why there are laws controlling the use
of magic, he says, angrily.
Oh, thats good, she says, matching his anger,
thats very good, coming from a Death Eater.
She tries to wriggle out from under him. And what about
your private eye, Draco? Hm? Trying to meddle in my careerarent
there laws controlling that, as well?
I am a Malfoy, he says, holding her still.
Youyoure supposed to be good, and moral,
andandand a lot less like me.
And, he notices, shes stopped struggling.
Anyway, he says, holding out a little longer, love
potions dont create real love, Granger, you know that. Snape
told useven bloody Slughorn told us that.
Muggle science suggests otherwise, she says.
Oh, Muggle science.
Youll love Muggle science, Draco, I know you willIll
take you to the Science Museum! He lifts his head and looks
down at her, but his scowl makes no impression on her at all.
Muggle science, she says, has established a
number of cases where cause and effect are interchangeableso
people who smile become happy, and people who behave like
theyre in love, fall in love.
This doesnt feel like love, Granger.
How would you know?
He sighs. Well, it doesnt even feel like proper shaggingand
I do know what shagging feels like.
Is it better or worse?
Its... He eases himself deep inside her, and
grinds his hips. Mother-fucking hell! Better,
he admits. Then he withdraws almost entirely, and slowly thrusts
back into her. It feels... It feels like your pussy was
made to measure, Granger. Is it really you, or is it just your
The charms shouldnt affect dimensions, or muscles,
He lifts himself up and, on stiff arms, looks down at her. Is
there anything else you need to confess to me, Hermione Granger,
or can I just get on with fucking your brains out now?
She grins up at hima huge, triumphant, irresistible grin.
Theres a bottle of wine and some food in my beaded
bag, she says, and theres an owl in my luggage
in case you want to warn your mother that were going to
be out all night...