Choices For The Future Made - A gift for RZZMG!

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Title: Choices For The Future Made
Author: surreal_angela
Recipient: RZZMG
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 4,274
Rating: R
Warnings: Dub-con, magical coercion, bondage themes, spanking, pregnancy
Summary: Draco has chosen Hermione for something very special.
Author's Notes: I tried to incorporate as many of your prompts as my muse would allow - I hope you enjoy. Further notes at the end. I would also like to thank my beta, who did a wonderful job at short notice.
Disclaimer: All characters, places and recognisable events from the Harry Potter world are the property of JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I just play with them :)

It took me a few moments to realise where I was when I came to, but when I finally recognised my surroundings I felt my insides clench with fear.

Malfoy Manor.

My skin crawled as I remembered our last visit, the agony of Bellatrix’s torture still echoing from only a few short days ago. Please, dear Merlin, let her not be here...

So stupid. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was. I’d left Shell Cottage by myself, with only Draco’s wand for protection (Bellatrix’s was too important for our tentative plans - I had no doubt she’d put a wand lock on her vault). I’d only left to get some air, to get away from Ron’s crestfallen face when he looked at me, the tightness in Harry’s eyes, Fleur’s bustling concern... But I must have unwittingly crossed outside the Secret-Kept area around the cottage, and the Snatchers had been waiting for me.

And now I was here.

I was in the same room as last time, but this time it was empty of people, and dark. I sat up and searched briefly through my clothing - intact - for Draco’s wand - absent - and came across thin cuffs on each of my wrists, which I thought might have been silver in the dim light.

Absorbed in my inspection of the cuffs - were those runes etched into the bands? - I startled when the door to the room opened, admitting a warm golden light.

"I wouldn’t bother playing with those, Granger; you won’t be able to get them off." Draco Malfoy’s drawling voice echoed around the room, and as I looked up at him I could see him toying with his wand.

"What do they do?" I was proud of myself for keeping my voice steady.

He smirked. "Hex me and find out."

Not liking the sound of that, I gestured to the room around me, forcing a tone of mocking bravado into my voice. "So, you’ve captured Potter’s Mudblood. What next? No torture, no Riddle? Honestly Draco, it’s like you’re not even taking this seriously. What will Aunt Bella say?"

"I don’t think she’ll say much at all, actually. She’s asleep. So is everyone else. And they won’t wake up until I’m ready, so don’t bother screaming. You’re here for me, this time."

I couldn’t help the shudder that passed through me at his words, and his smile grew. "Like the sound of that, do you? Face it, Granger; you owe me. I helped Potter and the Weasel get out of here alive, and now you’re going to do something for me. Stand up, please."

Surprised to hear even that much courtesy from him, I obeyed, then startled again as the cuffs pulled my arms behind my back seemingly of their own accord. As the cuffs clicked together like magnets, locking my arms in place, Draco pulled a scarf out of his pocket and bound my eyes, blocking all of my vision except for a sliver of light against my cheeks.

I felt something heavy rest around my neck, and my cheeks burned as I realised he was collaring me like a dog. He spoke softly as he fastened the collar and attached a lead rope. "Relax Granger, you might even enjoy yourself." He stroked my neck with the tip of a finger, and I gasped as a dark, liquid heat filled me. Never, in all of my shy fumbling with Ron, had I been so aroused.

I could barely hear my own ragged whisper. "Draco, what have you done?"

There was silence for a long moment, and I thought perhaps he’d not heard me. Then, as he gently pulled the leash, forcing me into step behind him, I heard his murmured reply.

"What I do, Hermione."

*****

I was grateful when we finally stopped. In my blindfolded state it felt like we’d walked for an age, but in reality we probably stopped after only a few minutes. I’d stumbled a couple of times, and the sodden fabric of my underwear rubbing against my overstimulated flesh was driving me to tormented distraction.

I felt Draco untie the rope; although, he left the collar in place. A moment later I heard the door close, and the cuffs holding my arms behind my back clicked free. I pulled the blindfold off and looked around, investigating the new room I found myself in.

It was a bedroom, although given the lack of decoration I guessed that it was a visitor’s room. There were two doors, one of which led to a small bathroom. The other was locked.

Focussing all of my attention, I tried to direct my magic wandlessly. "Alohamora!"

Nothing.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, then sucked in a breath as the seam of my jeans rubbed against me. Clenching my teeth against the distraction, I inspected the cuffs again. As I’d thought, there were runes along the bands, only a few of which I recognised. An inverted rune of protection, runes for silence and fertility, and one which I thought may have been a rune for good health.

It was an odd combination, and I was still mulling over it when Draco re-entered the room, carrying what looked to be a bowl of stew and a glass of juice.

Purely on reflex I cast a wordless Stinging Hex towards him, and then shuddered as the magic I’d summoned snapped back like elastic, leaving me seeing stars.

"You’re lucky that was only a minor hex Granger - anything stronger and you could have knocked yourself unconscious." He placed the food on the small stand next to the bed and looked at me consideringly.

"You know, of course, that I will need to punish you for the attempt." He almost sounded like he regretted the necessity, but it didn’t prevent him from flicking his wand towards me regardless. I jumped as my clothing vanished, leaving me naked before him but for the cuffs and the collar.

Before I could bring my arms up to cover myself the cuffs had once again pulled my arms behind my back, but this time my arms kept pulling upwards, forcing me to bend forwards until I was looking at the floor. My hair fell around my face and shrouded my vision, but I could see Draco’s feet as walked behind me.

I trembled with fear and arousal as he tapped the inside of my thighs with his wand, prompting me to spread my legs further apart. As he locked my legs into place with a variant of Locomotor Mortis, he moved around to my side and pressed one hand against my back. I moaned softly as that same liquid heat filled me again, and I wondered what power he had that made me so responsive to his touch.

"I’m going to slap you ten times now, Granger. You will count, and if you get it wrong or lose track, I will start again from the beginning. And if you ever try to cast a spell against me again, I will double your punishment every time you do. Do you understand?"

Tears of humiliation were coursing down my burning cheeks. I nodded, and felt his hand move from my back to grip my hair painfully, pulling my head back. "Out loud, please."

I gasped out a response. "Yes, Draco!"

He released my hair and moved his hand back down to my lower back. The first slap came suddenly, stinging my left buttock and leaving it burning. The next was the same to my right buttock. Three, four, five, six - he alternated between my cheeks with each slap, and I kept counting. Then he paused.

The seventh slap was different, striking directly against my aching pussy. But instead of moving his hand away, one finger gently circled my clit, leaving me breathless with need. Shuddering, I gasped the next number.

Eight, nine, both the same - the sharpness of the slap against my most private parts, followed by Draco’s fingers questing softly, bringing me closer to the brink. By the time he stopped again with only one slap to go, I could barely contain my breathless moans.

I heard a crack as the final slap landed, and as pain screamed through me I realised he’d conjured a paddle for the last blow. I sobbed the last number and heard him walk out the door, closing it gently behind him.

I squirmed, but the enchantments holding me held firm. I ached to touch myself, to finally find relief from the arousal that was becoming my constant companion.

I waited for a long time, watching the stew grow cold, but finally the enchantments loosened their hold on me and I dropped to the floor. Frantically moving my hand between my legs, it was only moments before I felt my orgasm explode through me, more fiercely than any I’d ever had before. Then I knew nothing but oblivion.

*****

"I assume that we’re not going to have another incident like last time?" My stomach growled in counterpoint to Draco’s words as the smell of tomato soup washed over me.

There were no windows in this room, but I guessed that two nights had passed since I’d attempted to hex him and been punished. The stew - ice cold by the time I’d awoken - was long gone, and while I’d had plenty of water to drink from the basin in the bathroom, I was famished. I also had no clothes still; although, I’d managed to cover myself fairly well by tying a sheet from the bed into a toga.

I forced myself to answer him steadily, the memory of my humiliation causing the bile to rise in my throat. "No, Draco - we won’t have a problem."

"Good."

He passed me the bowl of soup and a spoon and I fell upon it ravenously. He watched for a few moments then sat next to me on the edge of the bed. I flinched, but kept eating.

"I was sorry to have to punish you, Granger. You need to understand that I am in charge, and that you will not stop me from doing what I wish with you."

I scraped the bottom of the bowl and swallowed the last mouthful of the soup. "And what exactly is it, Draco, that you want from me?"

He smirked at me and took the bowl, setting it on the table. "For the moment, I want to watch you wank yourself unconscious again."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and before I could censor myself, shrieked. "You saw that?!"

He replied with a flick of his hand, and the cuffs on my wrists drew slowly but inexorably towards the head of the bed, forcing me to scramble back up the bed. Draco leaned over me and untied the sheet I’d wrapped myself in, baring me to him once again.

"Touch yourself for me, Granger." I felt my right arm go slack as the cuff was released, but didn’t move it.

Even knowing how it would inevitably end, I tried to resist.

"No thanks. I’d rather not, Draco."

He gave me a genuine smile then, and leaned over me once more, close enough that I could smell the cloves on his breath. "You’ll come around, eventually. Soon you’ll beg me to touch you." And so saying, he pinched both of my nipples and twisted. Hard.

I almost came right then, caught between such intense pleasure and pain. My hand twitched downwards, and through my gasps I heard Draco urge me on, encouraging me to touch myself, to give him what he wanted. I shook my head wildly, and he twisted my nipples harder still.

I cried out, and without thinking further my hand reached down between my folds.

As I began flicking my clit, Draco’s grip on my nipples eased. It wasn’t long until I was once again on the edge of an orgasm, sliding into sensation -

And then the cuff pulled my hand away, just out of reach.

I moaned and writhed, feeling tears of frustration burning my eyes.

"Now beg me, Hermione. Beg me to let you come."

I was beyond resistance, and almost incoherent. "Draco, please! Please touch me, please let me finish, I beg you!"

I felt the tears fall. He seemed unmoved by my pleas and leaned over me once again, licking one of the tears from my cheek and whispering in my ear. "‘I beg you, sir’".

"Draco, sir, please, I beg you!"

He smiled his approval, and my hand was released once again. I felt him stroking my hair as my orgasm began to bloom, and from a distance heard him tell me I was a good girl.

His words pushed me over the edge, and I moaned his name without thinking as I shuddered under my fingers, sliding once more into darkness.

*****

The next time I woke he was naked and spooned against me, lightly running his fingers up and down my side. It took me a moment to realise that there was no overpowering arousal from his touch this time, only a faint tingle as his fingers traced my skin.

I turned my head to look at him. He was looking down at me with a small, satisfied smile.

"It’s time, Hermione."

I frowned slightly, trying to make sense of the situation. "Time for what, Draco? Why am I here?"

He didn’t answer me. Instead he leaned down and kissed me gently, then moved me onto my back and pushed himself between my legs.

Guessing what he intended, I shook my head and tried to pull away from him, but he held me close and stroked my hair again, making soothing noises.

"Draco, please don’t do this." I could feel tears welling up again.

He pulled away slightly and looked down at me. "I know you’re a virgin, Hermione. I won’t hurt you; I promise."

I shook my head. "It’s not just that, I was -" I stopped, unwilling to finish the thought.

Draco finished it for me. "Waiting for Ron?" My tearful silence was answer enough. "Oh Hermione, I understand. I truly do. But I will have you first, and he will never be able to give you what I can."

"You want me, Hermione. And you - you are perfect. I couldn’t have chosen anyone better."

I choked back further tears, focussing on his words. "Chosen for what, Draco? There were dozens of girls at Hogwarts who were interested in you, at least a little. Why me?"

He replied to my question with a question of his own. "Tell me, what do you know about Merlin?"

Puzzled by the change of topic, I struggled to concentrate as he began to stroking my side more intently, brushing against the side of my breast. "Merlin was one of the first modern leaders of Wizarding Britain - he established the Wizengamot, approved the laying of the foundations at Hogwarts. He was supposedly the most powerful wizard in history by a large margin."

He smiled and tweaked my nipple gently. "And what do you know of his origins?"

I bit back a gasp, still unsure what any of this had to do with me or Draco. "Most sources say he was a pureblood, but I did find a book once that hinted that it might not have been the full story, that he might have been the son of a witch and -"

I froze, and something fell into place in my mind. Above me, Draco’s smile widened. "Say it."

Breathless from the shock of realisation, I could barely whisper my response.

"Incubus."

In the moments following my whispered declaration, three things happened. First, Draco kissed me again and slipped his hand between my legs, and I felt the familiar arousal hit me once again. Filled with sensation, I came with an incoherent cry. And amongst the white noise in my mind as I tried to process all of the sensations, I realised finally what he had chosen me for.

Oh, Merlin...

Draco was an incubus. The cuffs - runes for fertility and good health. And even without them, I knew without needing to count where I was in my monthly cycle.

Draco wanted a child. And he’d chosen me to be the mother.

"No."

I wasn’t aware I’d spoken aloud until I heard Draco’s murmured reply. "Yes, Hermione."

I slowly became aware once again of my surroundings. Draco had nestled between my legs, and I felt a sharp sting as he thrust into me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, wincing from the pain.

"Why?"

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. "There’s a Dark Lord coming. Our child will be the only one strong enough to stand against them."

I couldn’t help my choked, incredulous laugh, made more breathless by the sensation of his gentle movement inside me. "Another Dark Lord? Draco, I’m in the middle of trying to defeat the current Dark Lord. The Dark Lord whose side you’re on, remember? What the hell do you care?" I couldn’t help the bitterness that filled my tone.

I saw a shadow cross his face, echoing the bitter history between us that passed through my mind at the same time. His fingers dug into my shoulders and I winced as he thrust hard into me and held himself there. "I was young, and stupid. And then I had no choice. He would have killed my family Hermione - he threatened their safety if I didn’t kill Dumbledore. Even though Snape finished the job, he punished them anyway. The things he did to them, and he made me watch -"

For a moment I saw the vulnerable boy he’d been, and without thinking I stroked his back, watching him forcibly calm himself. His fingers on my shoulders loosened and he began gently thrusting into me again, making me shudder as he continued his explanation.

"And then I came of age a few weeks later, and knew myself, my heritage. Mother and Father are both mortal, but every few generations on my father’s side there’s been someone like me."

I nodded to myself. "And the new Dark Lord?"

"Or Dark Lady - we don’t know for sure yet. Father came across a prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. It had my name on it, and said that I would know my choice in the last year of the Dark Lord’s reign. From that choice the next defender would rise."

I shook my head in disgust. "Merlin, how I hate prophecies."

Draco chuckled and brushed his thumb across my nipple, but then grew serious.

"I knew it was you when the Snatchers brought you here last time, but there was no way to get you safe then. I did what I could, which I know didn’t amount to much. When the Snatchers brought you back again, I was better prepared."

I laughed again, incredulous. "And the bondage games? The collar? Spanking me? Forcing me against my wishes? I’d hate to see what you’d do if you weren’t trying to keep me safe."

I watched anger cloud his features, and he gripped me hard again, punctuating his words by thrusting into me deeply. The pain of my lost virginity had faded, and I moaned at the sensation. "I need you, Hermione, and I couldn’t take no for an answer."

He gentled himself somewhat but kept thrusting into me, deeper and faster than his gentle movements from earlier. "You would never have agreed to this if I’d asked you, so I took the choice away from you. I know you probably won’t believe me, but I’m sorry for that."

He kissed me gently on the forehead. "Enough talking now." And then he unleashed his full power.

I gasped as my skin tingled all over. Everywhere he touched me, a trail of molten sensation followed. And touch me he did. Lost in sensation, I knew that whatever happened in my future with Ron, it would never, ever compare to this.

His mouth to my nipple, alternating between suckling it gently and rolling it between his teeth.

Him pulling out of me, only to press his mouth against my clit and suck, making me whimper.

Him moving to the edge of the bed, sitting me on his lap, facing away from him.

The exquisite sensation of being filled again. One hand gently stroking my clit, the other threaded through my hair. Soft, sucking kisses on my neck alternating with whispers in my ear, ragged with exertion and arousal.

"So beautiful, Hermione - come for me now, it’s time -"

And I did. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and as I cried out my release I heard a groan behind me. I felt him take the collar off me and knew that it was over and just beginning.

*****

Many years later, I stood on the platform at Kings Cross Station with my husband and our son, saying goodbye to my daughter before she left for her first year of Hogwarts.

"Now Rose, make sure you send us a letter straight after the Sorting Ceremony! We’re all dying to know whether or not you get into Gryffindor." Ron’s enthusiasm was infectious and we all grinned; although, I knew the truth. My brave, intelligent, loyal daughter was destined for Slytherin, where Draco Malfoy, Transfiguration Professor and Head of Slytherin House, could keep an eye on her and mentor her.

I knew, because Draco had spoken to the Sorting Hat. He’d told me in a dream.

"I will, Dad," she replied to Ron.

She didn’t know the truth of course. None of them did. Rose had been small when she was born. No-one doubted that she was Ron’s child, not even Ron himself.

I’d tried to tell him once, overcome by shame and the sense that I’d been disloyal. It was not long after Hugo had been born, and I’d been feeling maudlin. But when I tried to speak the words, I couldn’t. It was as if a force had stopped the words in my mouth. I’d looked down at the cuffs on my wrists and wondered.

I wore them still, although no-one ever mentioned them. I wondered sometimes if anyone else could even see them, or if they just assumed they were bracelets I wore. They’d changed over the years - I could cast spells again after I’d returned to Shell Cottage, for instance - but I’d never found a way to remove them, and I knew without being told that they would not come off until Rose came of age.

I dreaded that day.

I knew that when the time came she would know what she was, and who her parents were. And she’d know that I’d lied, even though I couldn’t help it. I just hoped she would forgive me one day for the deception.

After kissing us both on the cheek and ruffling her little brother’s hair, she boarded the train. Further up the platform, I saw Draco in his Professor’s robes directing some of the older students onto the next carriage. As if he could feel me looking, he turned towards me and gave me a nod of acknowledgement. I returned it, and then focussed on my daughter, now waving through the window of one of the compartments.

I’d only seen him a handful of times since my youth, in the flesh at least. The first time was at his family’s trial, where they had all been found guilty of collusion with the Dark Lord. Their sentences had been reduced to a period of house arrest in light of the assistance they had provided during the final year of the war, Draco, pretending that he didn’t know who Harry was, Narcissa, lying to the Dark Lord about Harry’s death, and Lucius, risking his life to return me unharmed to Shell Cottage a few days after I’d been captured once more by Snatchers. That was the official story, at least.

Since then, I’d seen Draco at a handful of Ministry functions, and occasionally in Diagon Alley. And, of course, I saw him every night in my dreams.

I’d been right - as much as I loved my life with Ron, it didn’t compare with that short few days with Draco. By day, I was a mother of two, Ministry employee and wife to a man who I loved but who didn’t inspire me to passion. At night, I was Draco’s. Part of me hoped that they were merely dreams, an overactive expression of my subconscious. I didn’t want to think of myself as being disloyal to my husband, but in my heart I knew.

In the waking world, Draco was single, the wizarding world’s most eligible bachelor.

In my dreams, he held me close and told me that he loved me, that I’d captured his heart the night he’d captured me, and I knew it to be true.

Notes:
An incubus is a male demon who comes to women when they sleep and prey upon them sexually. The offspring of an incubus and a human woman (or of a succubus and a human man) is called a cambion, and in certain retellings of the Arthurian legends it is suggested that Merlin may have been such a creature. I’ve obviously taken some liberties here with respect to the demonology aspects of this story.

Speaking of liberties - Draco’s birthday is the 5th of June, but to my knowledge canon does not tell us the date of Dumbledore’s death. I’ve taken a little more creative license here and assumed that it occurred roughly half-way through May.