Bride of the HP Dragon
Chapter 3
Draco was awake when Hermione came out of the bathroom, and he was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, studying the flaking cheese marks on the ceiling.There is a small obvious tide mark on his back, but he is really too lazy to move now.Lazily leaning her head to the side, she watched her tie the straps of her pink bathrobe tightly.
At this moment, Hermione also realized that her hair was still wet, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and her lower lip was slightly swollen, so she had to bite her lips.Whatever he said now could be worse than the self-blame she had just experienced, but Malfoy, as usual, was not to be underestimated.
"Do you remember?"
"What do I remember?" Hermione asked, her hairs bristling unconsciously.
A smile crossed his face: "That stick I rampaged in your ass last night."
She had planned to put Malfoy in the crime headlines, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
"You pathetic, useless piece of wizardry," she cursed through gritted teeth.
He tossed the sheets and stood up, and Hermione felt her advantage go away.God, this boy is so tall.Being in the same room as an exasperated, cranky, tall ex-Death Eater's son was a tough sell.
Also, couldn't he be naked?They're sober from their drunks, for heaven's sake, and it's daytime...
Hermione tried to arm herself with calm, readying herself for a barrage of accusations and abuse.But he ignored her at all, didn't even look at her, he was just concentrating on finding his clothes.In a way, this situation irritated Hermione even more.
"Shut down your arrogance, Granger," Malfoy said wearily, picking up his shoes and placing them on the dresser. "In the real world, yes, even in the wizarding world, people have to have sex, that's why people can have baby wizards."
The hair on his right side sticks up straight, almost parallel to the ground.He must be used to sleeping on his left side, because his hair on that side is all pressed against his scalp.Anyway, it was the most disheveled look Hermione had ever seen on him, and for some reason it made him look all the more intimidating.Gone was the pretentiousness and politeness of being a pure-blood.
All that's left here is Draco Malfoy and his truly terrifying personality.
And Hermione was kind of happy to tell him that.
Staring at a spot in the carpet, she took a deep breath and lifted the hem of her bathrobe, exposing a leg, from toe to crotch.
"Malfoy," she said in a nervous voice, "there are some things you need to know."
He was examining his crumpled robes with disgust. "What is it?" he asked, finally looking at her.His eyes widened at first sight of her legs, and then he narrowed his silvery eyes when he saw what she was about to show.
Draco Malfoy was a fair-skinned boy, but in an instant he lost two coats of blood.
"Oh, damn it," he said, dropping his clothes to the floor.
Yes!Hermione thought cruelly, welcome to the same troubled world as me.
If he hadn't suddenly turned into a madman, she would have said what she had come up with in the shower.But Malfoy grabbed the front of her robe and dragged her so violently that Hermione accidentally knocked her tooth, which was in great pain.She struggled and cursed and screamed, but Malfoy lifted her up.
"What happened? When did it happen?" His incoherence pleased Hermione.
"Let go of me, you despicable bastard." Hermione hissed back: "It wasn't either of us's idea. After we left Hogwarts, we went to a bar in Diagon Alley."
"The Leaky Cauldron?"
She spat, "Yes, Malfoy, we went to the Leaky Cauldron, where everyone knew us and came over to congratulate us on our first date."
He ignored her sarcasm, but he didn't let her go. The fierce and gloomy expression on his face made Hermione start to imagine that even if Viktor Krum was here at this time and saw the expression on the man in front of him, he would not let her go. Raise your hands and swallow a tranquilizer.
"And then the Snake Stone Tattoo Parlor?"
Hermione nodded, and raised her hand to stroke the back of her neck, where there must have been strangle marks.
"There's a tattoo parlor on the second floor of this bar, and you want to go in, so we went. I don't know how this happened, but we got tattoos..."
He looked at her suspiciously: "did you faint me?"
Hermione felt very humiliated when she heard this sentence. She stepped forward and tried to slap him hard, but failed.Three inches from her face, Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
"You got it when we were young, but don't try it again, Granger, or I'll crush your fingers, do you understand?" he threatened.
But she bravely took a small step aside and kicked him hard on the right shin.Malfoy grunted in pain, but twisted her hand behind her back.The tyrannical force made her panic gradually, and her legs became weak.
Malfoy twisted Hermione's hand and pushed her face down on the bed, pulling the bathrobe up over Hermione's head, her angry cries muffled from being trapped in the mattress.Then Hermione stopped struggling when he felt his fingers on his buttocks, and heard him curse quickly in at least three languages.
Draco was almost speechless for a moment.
There is a dragon on her hip, not a western dragon, but an oriental dragon with a more flexible and sinuous body painted in bright silver ink.Apparently, the tattoo had been bewitched so that it shone like diamonds on Granger's skin.And this is not a small or insignificant mark, the silver dragon's elegant pointed head is just under her right hipbone, its body is covered with scales, and its long and slender tail wraps around her upper body and thighs, and finally disappears behind her. between the legs.
The tattoo was so lifelike that it seemed to swim slowly across her body.
It's a damn marriage tattoo, an ancient covenant that's rarely used today, but still works for couples who don't think simple vows are enough to signify fidelity.When Granger showed him the tattoo, he could feel his head buzzing dizzily.The feeling went from the nerve endings down the spine, stinging his entire back.
Unusually, the boyish part of him never loses his temper like this because of magic, staying up late, or getting attention.
What they experienced was they got drunk last night, went out into town, walked into a bar with a tattoo parlor down the alley, then had a short wedding ceremony and took longer to get a tattoo .
Draco felt as if fate was taunting them from hiding in the clouds.
The damned spell required more advanced magic to break it, but even so, he didn't know anyone who was an expert on this utterly stupid spell.But as far as he knows, marriage tattoos are blood magic that is notoriously difficult to break.
It's not like the Dark Mark, Draco thought with a sigh, only two Death Eaters had ever tried to get rid of the mark and only one was alive to tell about the experience.
Before the contract takes effect, they have to call off the marriage contract quickly.There is no doubt about it, no one wants to be wise, no one wants to lose his head, no one wants to be thrown out of a high window by a sudden conspiracy when he is speaking well.Money may solve the problem at hand, and even the biggest mistake can be made up with a lot of money.At this moment, Granger was planning to kneel down and attack his lower body while he was distracted.
"Oh, don't..." He scolded in a low voice, watching her arch her back to relieve the pressure on her muscles, he realized that he might have hurt her, so he released his grip on her.
Then unexpectedly, although the situation was very serious, Draco felt that he was coming.He was still examining her tattoos, but this time, more admiration than worry.His fingers moved along the pattern on her skin, sliding up and down her thighs gently.Her back was exposed to the air, Draco could see it all, and Hermione would never see that part of herself clearly unless she had the help of a mirror.
This is purely admiring beauty, Draco thought, after Granger took a shower, his whole body was pink and clean, with a slight moisture.Maybe she was the nicest girl he'd ever seen in the place, a beautiful "garden" to his authority.He gently kneaded one buttocks, and rubbed her inner thigh with his thumb.There's a nasty bruise there, just to the right of the dragon's tail.
Draco pressed his thumb to the bruise, matching the size of the bruise, not at all surprised that sex with Granger would turn out so violently aroused.There was never any peace or joy between them, in or out of bed.Until he flexed his fingers and stroked the soft hair between her legs with his knuckles, she flinched and turned her head to stare at him.Her snow-white thighs trembled, and even though he touched her so gently, his fingers still left a vague red mark.
For a while, he was a little fascinated.
"Are you done enough?" That cold tone could freeze butterbeer.
Enough, Draco silently agreed, letting go.Now back to our daytime slate, there was a play called "I Woke Up to a Mudblood Married, and the Dowry Was a Damn Tattoo."
He let her go suddenly, and put on his robe and trousers.Granger sat motionless on the edge of the bed until he pulled his wand out of his clothes and walked towards him.
She tensed up and retreated to the bed.
Draco's eyes rolled: "I haven't cast the Death Curse yet, you'll be honored if I use it on you." Then, he closed the button with magic.
But she didn't look at him at all, because she was all eyes on the mirror behind Draco.Then she stared back at him in what he might say was a very smug look on her face, not at all like the usual Granger.
Feeling the hairs on his arms stand on end, he turned to look in the mirror.
"Damn it." He cursed lowly, reaching out to touch the faintly flashing jet-black wings stretching over his shoulders and back.
Wings encircle him, with long, delicate plumage drawn down to his chest.One side of the wing was slightly folded due to injury, it is simply a delicate work of art, if it does not represent such a disgusting meaning.
Hermione watched as Draco walked slowly towards the mirror with a mixed expression of horror and fascination, as if to take a good look at the tattoo on his back.From the first sight, she also thought that tattoo was eye-catching and beautiful.But now, she just wants to dig a hole to hide herself, and vent her voice.
Regardless of the situation at hand, she thought it was strange that she had a dragon tattoo and Malfoy had these wings and broke one.But she became even more irritable at the thought of how little she knew about magic tattoos.But their affair was far less famous than Voldemort's Dark Mark, and any interest in it would arouse legitimate suspicion.
"We have to get rid of it." Draco swallowed, "As soon as possible!"
She winked in the mirror to make him understand.
"Of course, when the matter is resolved, you can choose whether to forget it or not. If you want to keep some memories, I can understand." He smirked.
"Don't be delusional, maybe you don't know how much I hate you, Malfoy. Last night was a mistake, and your blood will tell you it was wrong." She wanted to spit at him while they were so close .
But unfortunately, she chose to sit by in the third year, leaving Ron, Harry and Dean Thomas to spit.
But in the current situation, with Malfoy's right temple throbbing, he wouldn't choose to return nice words.
So with a determined face on his face, he pulled Granger up by the lapel of his bathrobe, like an old cat lifting a disobedient kitten, and then carried her to the mirror.An iron arm was clasped around her waist, just as he had restrained him gracefully before, but Hermione was powerless to escape.
"You liar, Granger." He said against her neck, "I hate liars." He pushed her legs away with his feet, and waited until they were wide enough for him to lift her up. Tightening the hem of her bathrobe, she slid her hand under her belly.
Hermione blinked awkwardly, wishing to cover up the scene in the mirror.
It's like witnessing a car accident and watching yourself in horror as the protagonist of the scene.
She had to turn her head away.
He let out an admiration, then put two fingers between her legs, and made another sound that seemed to prove him right, Malfoy's actions were hard to tell.
She wasn't wet, she just took a shower because of her, but it was enough to make her speechless.She looked humiliated, and a more experienced woman would have countered by the responsive hardness under Malfoy's own robes, but Hermione was silent, her eyes full of defiance and frustration.
A confusion slowly rose in Draco's mind, but he chose to ignore it.It was hard to say she was a novice given the hardness Granger had put into his lips.At least she's a fast learner, or, not too fast.He idly wondered who she would have practiced with before him.
Porter?Unlikely, he could be the savior who conquered the forces of evil, but he could be a chicken who hasn't had sex yet and is overwhelmed by his erection.Krum?Maybe.Weasley's was more likely, and perhaps the two freckled, smirking faces might have developed some affection for each other.
"You're disgusting." Granger changed the word, and Draco thought she should be applauded for her innovation, the word disgust had been used so many times.
"You can keep talking, and then I can show you how disgusting I can be," he threatened, pulling back his fingers and wiping them contrivedly on her bathrobe.
"There's no precedent for this spell, and yes, you're glued to me as a pureblood, and yes, you're proud of it. But I don't want to repeat what happened last night." And this morning Everything, his brain added excitedly: "So you can not hold the bathrobe so tight, it is not a spell to protect your chastity."
These words and facts almost defeated Hermione, which was originally her defense of herself, but Draco said it first.Perhaps from a certain point of view, there is not much difference between them. He is also good at attacking people with words, and he does it better.
The clock on the wall reminded them that it was almost noon, which meant that a lot of time had been wasted.If they want to find a discreet, effective and possibly expensive solution, now they have to go to someone to help.
And you have to find a few famous wizards.
He let go of her: "put on your clothes and let's go."
Her expression was both skeptical and hopeful: "Why? Where are we going?"
Draco's eyes made her shudder: "Go see my father."
At this moment, Hermione also realized that her hair was still wet, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and her lower lip was slightly swollen, so she had to bite her lips.Whatever he said now could be worse than the self-blame she had just experienced, but Malfoy, as usual, was not to be underestimated.
"Do you remember?"
"What do I remember?" Hermione asked, her hairs bristling unconsciously.
A smile crossed his face: "That stick I rampaged in your ass last night."
She had planned to put Malfoy in the crime headlines, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
"You pathetic, useless piece of wizardry," she cursed through gritted teeth.
He tossed the sheets and stood up, and Hermione felt her advantage go away.God, this boy is so tall.Being in the same room as an exasperated, cranky, tall ex-Death Eater's son was a tough sell.
Also, couldn't he be naked?They're sober from their drunks, for heaven's sake, and it's daytime...
Hermione tried to arm herself with calm, readying herself for a barrage of accusations and abuse.But he ignored her at all, didn't even look at her, he was just concentrating on finding his clothes.In a way, this situation irritated Hermione even more.
"Shut down your arrogance, Granger," Malfoy said wearily, picking up his shoes and placing them on the dresser. "In the real world, yes, even in the wizarding world, people have to have sex, that's why people can have baby wizards."
The hair on his right side sticks up straight, almost parallel to the ground.He must be used to sleeping on his left side, because his hair on that side is all pressed against his scalp.Anyway, it was the most disheveled look Hermione had ever seen on him, and for some reason it made him look all the more intimidating.Gone was the pretentiousness and politeness of being a pure-blood.
All that's left here is Draco Malfoy and his truly terrifying personality.
And Hermione was kind of happy to tell him that.
Staring at a spot in the carpet, she took a deep breath and lifted the hem of her bathrobe, exposing a leg, from toe to crotch.
"Malfoy," she said in a nervous voice, "there are some things you need to know."
He was examining his crumpled robes with disgust. "What is it?" he asked, finally looking at her.His eyes widened at first sight of her legs, and then he narrowed his silvery eyes when he saw what she was about to show.
Draco Malfoy was a fair-skinned boy, but in an instant he lost two coats of blood.
"Oh, damn it," he said, dropping his clothes to the floor.
Yes!Hermione thought cruelly, welcome to the same troubled world as me.
If he hadn't suddenly turned into a madman, she would have said what she had come up with in the shower.But Malfoy grabbed the front of her robe and dragged her so violently that Hermione accidentally knocked her tooth, which was in great pain.She struggled and cursed and screamed, but Malfoy lifted her up.
"What happened? When did it happen?" His incoherence pleased Hermione.
"Let go of me, you despicable bastard." Hermione hissed back: "It wasn't either of us's idea. After we left Hogwarts, we went to a bar in Diagon Alley."
"The Leaky Cauldron?"
She spat, "Yes, Malfoy, we went to the Leaky Cauldron, where everyone knew us and came over to congratulate us on our first date."
He ignored her sarcasm, but he didn't let her go. The fierce and gloomy expression on his face made Hermione start to imagine that even if Viktor Krum was here at this time and saw the expression on the man in front of him, he would not let her go. Raise your hands and swallow a tranquilizer.
"And then the Snake Stone Tattoo Parlor?"
Hermione nodded, and raised her hand to stroke the back of her neck, where there must have been strangle marks.
"There's a tattoo parlor on the second floor of this bar, and you want to go in, so we went. I don't know how this happened, but we got tattoos..."
He looked at her suspiciously: "did you faint me?"
Hermione felt very humiliated when she heard this sentence. She stepped forward and tried to slap him hard, but failed.Three inches from her face, Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
"You got it when we were young, but don't try it again, Granger, or I'll crush your fingers, do you understand?" he threatened.
But she bravely took a small step aside and kicked him hard on the right shin.Malfoy grunted in pain, but twisted her hand behind her back.The tyrannical force made her panic gradually, and her legs became weak.
Malfoy twisted Hermione's hand and pushed her face down on the bed, pulling the bathrobe up over Hermione's head, her angry cries muffled from being trapped in the mattress.Then Hermione stopped struggling when he felt his fingers on his buttocks, and heard him curse quickly in at least three languages.
Draco was almost speechless for a moment.
There is a dragon on her hip, not a western dragon, but an oriental dragon with a more flexible and sinuous body painted in bright silver ink.Apparently, the tattoo had been bewitched so that it shone like diamonds on Granger's skin.And this is not a small or insignificant mark, the silver dragon's elegant pointed head is just under her right hipbone, its body is covered with scales, and its long and slender tail wraps around her upper body and thighs, and finally disappears behind her. between the legs.
The tattoo was so lifelike that it seemed to swim slowly across her body.
It's a damn marriage tattoo, an ancient covenant that's rarely used today, but still works for couples who don't think simple vows are enough to signify fidelity.When Granger showed him the tattoo, he could feel his head buzzing dizzily.The feeling went from the nerve endings down the spine, stinging his entire back.
Unusually, the boyish part of him never loses his temper like this because of magic, staying up late, or getting attention.
What they experienced was they got drunk last night, went out into town, walked into a bar with a tattoo parlor down the alley, then had a short wedding ceremony and took longer to get a tattoo .
Draco felt as if fate was taunting them from hiding in the clouds.
The damned spell required more advanced magic to break it, but even so, he didn't know anyone who was an expert on this utterly stupid spell.But as far as he knows, marriage tattoos are blood magic that is notoriously difficult to break.
It's not like the Dark Mark, Draco thought with a sigh, only two Death Eaters had ever tried to get rid of the mark and only one was alive to tell about the experience.
Before the contract takes effect, they have to call off the marriage contract quickly.There is no doubt about it, no one wants to be wise, no one wants to lose his head, no one wants to be thrown out of a high window by a sudden conspiracy when he is speaking well.Money may solve the problem at hand, and even the biggest mistake can be made up with a lot of money.At this moment, Granger was planning to kneel down and attack his lower body while he was distracted.
"Oh, don't..." He scolded in a low voice, watching her arch her back to relieve the pressure on her muscles, he realized that he might have hurt her, so he released his grip on her.
Then unexpectedly, although the situation was very serious, Draco felt that he was coming.He was still examining her tattoos, but this time, more admiration than worry.His fingers moved along the pattern on her skin, sliding up and down her thighs gently.Her back was exposed to the air, Draco could see it all, and Hermione would never see that part of herself clearly unless she had the help of a mirror.
This is purely admiring beauty, Draco thought, after Granger took a shower, his whole body was pink and clean, with a slight moisture.Maybe she was the nicest girl he'd ever seen in the place, a beautiful "garden" to his authority.He gently kneaded one buttocks, and rubbed her inner thigh with his thumb.There's a nasty bruise there, just to the right of the dragon's tail.
Draco pressed his thumb to the bruise, matching the size of the bruise, not at all surprised that sex with Granger would turn out so violently aroused.There was never any peace or joy between them, in or out of bed.Until he flexed his fingers and stroked the soft hair between her legs with his knuckles, she flinched and turned her head to stare at him.Her snow-white thighs trembled, and even though he touched her so gently, his fingers still left a vague red mark.
For a while, he was a little fascinated.
"Are you done enough?" That cold tone could freeze butterbeer.
Enough, Draco silently agreed, letting go.Now back to our daytime slate, there was a play called "I Woke Up to a Mudblood Married, and the Dowry Was a Damn Tattoo."
He let her go suddenly, and put on his robe and trousers.Granger sat motionless on the edge of the bed until he pulled his wand out of his clothes and walked towards him.
She tensed up and retreated to the bed.
Draco's eyes rolled: "I haven't cast the Death Curse yet, you'll be honored if I use it on you." Then, he closed the button with magic.
But she didn't look at him at all, because she was all eyes on the mirror behind Draco.Then she stared back at him in what he might say was a very smug look on her face, not at all like the usual Granger.
Feeling the hairs on his arms stand on end, he turned to look in the mirror.
"Damn it." He cursed lowly, reaching out to touch the faintly flashing jet-black wings stretching over his shoulders and back.
Wings encircle him, with long, delicate plumage drawn down to his chest.One side of the wing was slightly folded due to injury, it is simply a delicate work of art, if it does not represent such a disgusting meaning.
Hermione watched as Draco walked slowly towards the mirror with a mixed expression of horror and fascination, as if to take a good look at the tattoo on his back.From the first sight, she also thought that tattoo was eye-catching and beautiful.But now, she just wants to dig a hole to hide herself, and vent her voice.
Regardless of the situation at hand, she thought it was strange that she had a dragon tattoo and Malfoy had these wings and broke one.But she became even more irritable at the thought of how little she knew about magic tattoos.But their affair was far less famous than Voldemort's Dark Mark, and any interest in it would arouse legitimate suspicion.
"We have to get rid of it." Draco swallowed, "As soon as possible!"
She winked in the mirror to make him understand.
"Of course, when the matter is resolved, you can choose whether to forget it or not. If you want to keep some memories, I can understand." He smirked.
"Don't be delusional, maybe you don't know how much I hate you, Malfoy. Last night was a mistake, and your blood will tell you it was wrong." She wanted to spit at him while they were so close .
But unfortunately, she chose to sit by in the third year, leaving Ron, Harry and Dean Thomas to spit.
But in the current situation, with Malfoy's right temple throbbing, he wouldn't choose to return nice words.
So with a determined face on his face, he pulled Granger up by the lapel of his bathrobe, like an old cat lifting a disobedient kitten, and then carried her to the mirror.An iron arm was clasped around her waist, just as he had restrained him gracefully before, but Hermione was powerless to escape.
"You liar, Granger." He said against her neck, "I hate liars." He pushed her legs away with his feet, and waited until they were wide enough for him to lift her up. Tightening the hem of her bathrobe, she slid her hand under her belly.
Hermione blinked awkwardly, wishing to cover up the scene in the mirror.
It's like witnessing a car accident and watching yourself in horror as the protagonist of the scene.
She had to turn her head away.
He let out an admiration, then put two fingers between her legs, and made another sound that seemed to prove him right, Malfoy's actions were hard to tell.
She wasn't wet, she just took a shower because of her, but it was enough to make her speechless.She looked humiliated, and a more experienced woman would have countered by the responsive hardness under Malfoy's own robes, but Hermione was silent, her eyes full of defiance and frustration.
A confusion slowly rose in Draco's mind, but he chose to ignore it.It was hard to say she was a novice given the hardness Granger had put into his lips.At least she's a fast learner, or, not too fast.He idly wondered who she would have practiced with before him.
Porter?Unlikely, he could be the savior who conquered the forces of evil, but he could be a chicken who hasn't had sex yet and is overwhelmed by his erection.Krum?Maybe.Weasley's was more likely, and perhaps the two freckled, smirking faces might have developed some affection for each other.
"You're disgusting." Granger changed the word, and Draco thought she should be applauded for her innovation, the word disgust had been used so many times.
"You can keep talking, and then I can show you how disgusting I can be," he threatened, pulling back his fingers and wiping them contrivedly on her bathrobe.
"There's no precedent for this spell, and yes, you're glued to me as a pureblood, and yes, you're proud of it. But I don't want to repeat what happened last night." And this morning Everything, his brain added excitedly: "So you can not hold the bathrobe so tight, it is not a spell to protect your chastity."
These words and facts almost defeated Hermione, which was originally her defense of herself, but Draco said it first.Perhaps from a certain point of view, there is not much difference between them. He is also good at attacking people with words, and he does it better.
The clock on the wall reminded them that it was almost noon, which meant that a lot of time had been wasted.If they want to find a discreet, effective and possibly expensive solution, now they have to go to someone to help.
And you have to find a few famous wizards.
He let go of her: "put on your clothes and let's go."
Her expression was both skeptical and hopeful: "Why? Where are we going?"
Draco's eyes made her shudder: "Go see my father."
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