Sixth year starts out with a bang on the Hogwarts Express!

September First had finally arrived, and as much as Hermione had enjoyed her summer, she was eager to return to school for the first time since starting Hogwarts. She had been reassured by her Father, that Slytherin House was fully aware of her birthright, and she would be treated with the deference she was owed as its rightful heir.

Whilst she was glad for that, she was mostly excited about getting some quality alone time with her betrothed.

Her Mother, had escorted her to the train and Hermione was amused at the interested stares coming from all the parents on the platform. Molly and Arthur Weasley had even come by and said hello.

Marlene had been cordial, but not exactly warm towards them.

She hugged her daughter tightly, making her promise to write weekly—more often if she needed any advice.

The last was said with a knowing smirk and a wink.

Hermione hadn’t made it a secret, that she’d packed some of her new lingerie in her school trunk.

Marlene had also taught her daughter the contraceptive charm and had purchased a birth control potion that would offer protection for a month. Severus had magnanimously offered to brew for Hermione, and she had thanked her former Head of House, graciously.

Finding the first available empty compartment, Hermione sat down and pulled out a book that her mother had given to her. It was on magical bonds, and she hadn’t been able to put it down. When the compartment door opened, Hermione glanced up, and she met the warm grey eyes of her betrothed, who looked simply scrumptious in his new black robes with his windswept hair.

He sauntered in, closed the door and warded it private before he grabbed her and picked her up, straddling her in his lap.

“Hello, beautiful.” Draco smirked wickedly.

“Hello, handsome.” Hermione replied playfully.

Running his finger over her bottom lip, Draco quirked an eyebrow. “I was hoping I’d find you alone.”

“Well, if it isn’t just your lucky day then.”

Draco grinned. “It is.” He purred lowly. “You see? There’s this gorgeous witch on the train, and I haven’t seen her in a few days and I’ve missed her terribly. What do you think I should do about that?”

“Hmmmm...she left you unattended for days? You must be feeling unappreciated. Perhaps I could help with that?”

Hermione tried not to smile at the game they were playing.

“I’m not sure I should encourage you. I’m completely in love with my intended, and if she knew I was in here with you, straddling my lap? She might hex me.” Draco smirked wickedly.

“Well that is such a shame.” Hermione lifted her skirt subtly, just enough for Draco to view the see through green thong she was wearing. “I wore these just for you. I was hoping to entice you into being bad with me. Perhaps I’ll just have to find someone else to help me.”

Draco groaned and felt himself harden instantly, as he stared lustfully as his witch’s pussy that was on display through the knickers. “Fuck, baby!” Draco growled, “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you, when you’re wearing that?”

Hermione giggled and pushed herself directly on Draco’s erection, causing him to groan in need.

“You’re not. I’ve missed you, handsome.”

Draco growled again, but didn’t wait another second as he captured Hermione’s lips with his own. His hands grabbed her arse and pushed her harder into his erection, while his delectable witch pulled at his hair with both her hands, snogging him for all he was worth.

The kiss broke on a mutual gasp as Hermione arched her back and pushed her chest towards Draco, who took one hand and started to unbutton her blouse, exposing the matching see-through bra, causing him to snarl in want and attach his teeth to Hermione’s left nipple. She shrieked in arousal at the sensations, and then moaned loudly as her clit started to throb.

She kept pushing herself harder into Draco’s erection, but it wasn’t enough. Gently unbuttoning Draco’s trousers, she repositioned her hot soaked core over Draco’s silk boxers where his cock was throbbing and gasped at the sensation, as she pushed herself up and down on him.

Draco was in sensory overload, trying not to come too quickly. He gazed up adoringly at his witch—who was watching him with eyes blown with lust and he groaned through his teeth as he suckled on Hermione’s right breast.

When her orgasm hit, Hermione screamed out Draco’s name causing him to groan and push up one final time, releasing all over himself and Hermione. He didn’t give two fucks about the mess they’d just created, he had fucking missed his witch.

It had been far too long since they’d been intimate.

Amber eyes locked onto grey and Hermione smiled softly. “I love you, Draco.”

Draco leant forward and kissed Hermione sweetly. “Baby, I love you! So fucking much.”

Hermione giggled and waved her hand, wandlessly cleaning their garments back to their pristine condition. Draco unlocked, and unwarded the compartment but kept his arm around Hermione, as they sat there and kissed softly, ignoring the stares of those walking by. It wasn’t until the door opened some time later and Theo, Daphne and Blaise walked in that Draco realized their idyllic peace was gone.

Daphne just smiled knowingly at the couple, whilst Theo and Blaise just shook their head in amusement.

Draco had told his friends about his betrothal to Hermione. Blaise had laughed, while Theo had been shocked. When Draco explained just whom Hermione’s Father really was—both wizards had been livid and Theo had punched Draco in the face. Draco understood his friends’s anger, but he was unapologetic, explaining he was under strict orders from the Dark Lord himself, not to reveal Hermione’s identity until his Lord decided it was time.

Then the inquisition had started.

How long had he known and how did he figure it out?

When did Hermione know?

That one had been the biggest shock.

The fact that Hermione had known whom her father was in second year and hadn’t said anything to anyone, had impressed Theo and Blaise immensely.

“Are we interrupting?” Blaise smirked, which caused Draco to glare and Hermione to roll her eyes.

“As a matter of fact, you are—not that any of you care one way or the other.” Draco sneered.

Daphne just laughed at Draco’s possessiveness. “We did leave you two alone for a while. Figured you both would appreciate a bit of privacy before the wolves descended in full.”

Hermione glanced at Daphne questioningly, but it was Theo who spoke up. “It’s all over the train. Brown and Patil saw you both lip-locked, and they have been telling anyone who will listen that you’re together. Although I think the word Brown used was that Hermione had “imperiused” Draco, as there was no way he’d ever chosen her on his own.”

Hermione sighed, but one look at Draco, caused her to shake her head.

He was livid.

His eyes were blazing fire and before Hermione knew what was happening, Draco had gotten up from his seat and left the compartment. She went to go after him, but Daphne stopped her.

“You need to let Draco handle this, Hermione. He isn’t going to let anyone besmirch your reputation now that you two are officially betrothed. I’d imagine that is exactly what he plans on telling that bint Brown, and her tag-along friend.”

Quirking an eyebrow over at Blaise and Theo, they both just nodded. “So this is part of the whole courtship thing?”

Daphne smiled but nodded. “Yes, Draco knows what he’s doing.”

A few moments later Draco came back into the compartment and shut the door with a big satisfied smirk on his handsome face.

“Do I want to know what exactly put that expression on your face?”

Draco sat down and wrapped his arm back around Hermione, and kissed her forehead sweetly. “Probably not, but I’m sure you’ll hear about it by dinner.”

“Lovely.” Hermione deadpanned, causing all the other Slytherins to snicker.

Theo gazed over at Hermione, who seemed happier and calmer than he’d ever seen her. She was smiling and laughing and it made him realize just how much of a prick they’d all been to her.

Hermione caught Theo’s melancholic look and tilted her head questioningly.

“We were right prats—all of us. Draco told us, and I’d say I’m sorry—but I’m not sure that’s even appropriate.” Theo sighed unhappily.

Hermione looked over at Blaise then, who’s head was bowed down and he seemed to be feeling as awkward as Theo was.

“I received a letter from Marcus Flint not too long ago, so I suppose the ruse is up, at least in Slytherin House. So yes, the information you were given by Draco is the truth. I’ve known since second year whom my Father is and found out the end of first year I was adopted. I’m not sure my Muggle parents would’ve ever told me, if things hadn’t been so bad that summer when I returned home. I know this isn’t going to be easy, and frankly other than Draco and Daphne, I have little trust in anyone.” Theo and Blaise flinched but Hermione just shrugged. “Trust is earned. Just give me time, okay? I’m not saying I don’t want to be friends. I’m just telling you, I’m not there yet.”

Theo nodded, appreciating Hermione’s honesty. “I understand, and I know Blaise does too.” The tall dark-skinned boy nodded solemnly. “We just want a chance to prove that we can be trusted and despite everything, we support you and Draco. Blimey! You’ve turned my best mate into a veritable Hufflepuff with how he goes on about you.”

Blaise chuckled and Draco blushed, causing Hermione to smile fondly at her intended. She laid her head on his shoulder and Draco gently kissed the top of her head causing her to sigh in contentment, while the other three Slytherin just smirked at how “disgustingly perfect” they were for each other.

“You’re both just jealous that the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts has consented to be mine.”

Draco smirked when his two mates didn’t deny the statement.

Theo stood up and said something about going and finding the trolley, taking Daphne and Blaise with them. Once Hermione and Draco were alone again, Draco lifted Hermione’s face to his and kissed her deeply. Breaking apart after a few minutes, he leant his forehead onto her’s, and they just spent time breathing each other in, keeping eye contact and touching each other reassuringly.

“What did you say to Brown?” Hermione asked quietly.

Draco smirked and said, “I told the bint if I caught her saying anything disrespectful about my intended again, I would make sure that everyone knew about her unfortunate loss of virginity third year.”

Hermione sighed. “Do I want to know how you know that?”

Draco chuckled. “She gave it up to Flint. The disgusting prat, couldn’t stop talking about it in our common room. He got drunk one night and told everyone that he’d taken Brown’s virginity behind the quidditch stands after the final game that season. Apparently the girl was all bravado but cried the entire time. Flint isn’t known for being kind nor gentle.”

Hermione’s gaze narrowed. “Did Flint rape her?”

Draco looked a bit uncomfortable, but shrugged. “To hear Flint’s version, she was all over him and it wasn’t until the deed was done she started crying and begging him to stop. I think it was because Marcus wasn’t gentle nor caring about how he went about it. Do I think Marcus forced her? I’d like to say ‘no’ but I honestly don’t know.”

Hermione sighed unhappily, as if she needed another reason to hate Marcus Flint. “Draco, while I appreciate your desire to protect my reputation, please don’t use Lavender’s pain against her like that. I’m sure she’s suitably chastened and will hopefully curb her vicious tongue, but I don’t care what people think. I haven’t since first year.”

Draco considered Hermione’s expression and shook his head sadly. “Baby, you need to trust me and let me do whatever I feel is necessary to protect you. Your Father would expect nothing less, and you deserve so much more. You’re mine, and that means I get to pamper you, indulge you and protect you—not that you need me to protect you, but I need to. Can’t you just trust me on this?”

Seeing the earnest expression on her betrothed’s face, Hermione realized how important this was to him. And he was right. Her Fatther would expect Draco to protect her reputation—he had made a vow after all.

“Alright, handsome. I will defer to your superior knowledge when it comes to Pureblood courting.” Draco smirked and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Just be patient with me. I’m so used to taking care of myself out of necessity, it’s going to take me some time to get used to having someone do it for me.”

Draco nodded and kissed Hermione softly, but with purpose. When he pulled away he kept eye contact and spoke gently. “I’m so sorry, my love. I can’t change the past, but I promise you, you’re never going to be alone again. I’m quite looking forward to this year, as I get to have you all to myself.”

Giggling at Draco’s audacity and possessiveness, Hermione smiled widely. “I am looking forward to having some private time with you too. I’ve missed you.”

Enveloping Hermione in his arms, Draco kissed his witch breathless. “I’ve missed you too, love. So much.”

Eventually, Draco and Hermione had to change into their school robes for their prefect meeting with the new Head Students. Cho Chang had made Head Girl from Ravenclaw and Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff. When Draco and Hermione walked into the Head’s Compartment, all eyes were on them. Draco had his arm around Hermione’s waist and glared at all the male students who were eyeing his intended with newfound appreciation. He knew that this was going to be an issue, now that her adoption had been revealed and her mother being from a noted Pureblood House. It had been assumed by the Wizarding World at large, that Hermione’s Father must’ve been a Pureblood as well...

...and Marlene had not disputed it.

Smith especially, was giving Hermione his undivided attention, but she seemed oblivious.

When Cho noticed Hermione’s necklace, she gasped in recognition of the significance of its meaning. Cho made eye contact with Draco, who nodded once and looked over at Smith smugly. Zacharias just glared back, but was smart enough not to cause a scene. Assignments were given, and the other students started to leave, but not before Ron Weasley opened his big mouth.

“Well, it would seem that now she’s no longer a mudblood, Granger’s finally worthy of you, eh Malfoy?” Ron sneered, giving both Slytherins looks of disgust.

The compartment went silent, and Draco didn’t even think twice—he walked right into Weasley’s space and glared openly at the boy, who was now the same height as him.

“I’d watch that mouth if I were you, Weasel. In case you forgot my warning back in fourth year, let me refresh your memory. If I hear you use that disgusting slur again, and in particular about my ‘intended,” the gasps of those remaining in the compartment were audible, “I will put you down, like the dog you are.”

Weasley’s face turned bright red, but before he could speak, Zacharias came over and pushed the Gryffindor back. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for using foul language and in general, being a prat. And perhaps you should brush up on your reading Weasley, because I’m pretty sure Hermione’s last name is McKinnon, not Granger. Not that it would matter what surname she decided to use. You’d best remember to watch your tongue.”

Draco glanced over at the Head Boy and nodded once, then moved back over and wrapped his arm around Hermione, who was openly glaring in dislike at the red-headed Gryffindor.

“Mr. Weasley,” Hermione began haughtily, not missing the smirk widening on Draco’s face at the tone of her voice, “perhaps you might also invest some time in reading over Magical Law as well. Ministry mandate Seventy-Three: subsection 142 clearly states that ‘Any persons knowingly, willfully and with vicious intent slander a member of a Pureblood House, they may be challenged by ancient law or suffer restitution if being unwilling to submit therein.”

Smith considered Hermione appraisingly, not missing the dark look Malfoy sending his way.

Weasley however, just seemed completely dumbfounded. “What in the name of Godric is that supposed to mean?”

Draco decided to take charge. “It means, that you have willfully and viciously slandered a member of a Pureblood House in view of everyone in this room—who are also Pureblood, if I’m not mistaken. Therefore, Hermione can...or since I’m her intended, it would be within my rights to formally challenge you to a duel to avenge her honor at being besmirched. Or you can offer restitution in a manner acceptable by all parties. Personally, I’m hoping you opt for the duel.” Draco sneered menacingly, while everyone in the compartment just glared at Weasley, understanding the seriousness of what was happening.

“Perhaps I should have my Mother write his parents, love?” Hermione smirked. “I’m sure Molly Weasley might have a thing or two to say about her son’s lack of proper manners?”

Hermione looked at Draco with feigned innocence, but he could see the anger behind those beautiful amber eyes. Looking over at the Weasel, who had paled significantly at the thought of his mother’s howlers, just glared angrily at the two Slytherins.

“Tell you what, Weasley? Since I’m feeling generous today, you have one week to decide how you want this to play out. I will inform the new Headmaster of the situation. I’m sure the Head Boy and Head Girl will back up my claim?” Smith and Chang nodded. “Excellent!” Purred Draco, taking Hermione’s arm. “One week, or I will decide the best way to handle this, and trust me when I tell you, Weasley—I’m really hoping I get to choose. I’ll enjoy making an example of you.”

With that, the two Slytherins walked out of the Head’s Compartment to do their patrol on the train. When they rounded the corner, Hermione pushed Draco up against a door and snogged him viciously, which caused the blonde wizard to groan in want. When she pulled back, Draco looked stunned, but pleased by his witch’s show of appreciation.

Hermione grazed Draco’s erection and placing her lips against his she whispered, “You make me wet when you take control like that.”

Draco’s eyes widened and he growled, ‘fuck,’ before kissing Hermione passionately, causing his witch to whimper in need.

After a few moments Draco pulled away. “You wanton witch! You’re going to push all my self control this year, aren’t you?”

Hermione just smirked, turned around and sashayed down the corridor, hips moving seductively while Draco groaned and banged his head back on the door, causing Hermione to giggle.

This was going to be such a good year.