Malfoy's Wife

01

WARNING: small mention of daddy kink

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"Thinking about me, Riddle?"

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"But Mother, what are people going to do when they find out who my father is?" you asked your mother apprehensively, wondering how on Earth she managed to fall in love with that monster.

"They won't, dear. There is no reason to stress about that. Focus on your studies like the good Ravenclaw you are. Don't forget to be the best prefect Hogwarts has ever seen." she smiled and kissed your head, waving as you boarded the train.

You walked through the train, peeking into the carriages, hoping to find a familiar face. You saw a flash of platinum blonde hair and gulped. After the holidays, you didn't know how to face Draco Malfoy. Sure, you were to be wed and you had given him an important part of yourself, but you felt awkward. What if he were to spill your secret? The one that kept you up at night, that sometimes gave you nightmares.

"[Name]!" a friendly voice called. It was Hermione Granger. The two of you formed a close friendship after studying in the library together multiple times.

"Are you a prefect too?" she spotted the gleaming badge and you nodded in reply. "Come with me to the prefect's carriage! I'm so glad that I have someone besides from Ronald."

"Ron's a prefect too?" you said quizzically. You thought for sure it would be Harry.

The two of you found the carriage and got seats next to Ron. You waited in anticipation to see who your fellow Ravenclaw prefect was. You breathed out a sigh of relief when you saw Anthony Goldstein enter the carriage and take a seat next to you. You were friends with Anthony and he had proved to be a good friend to you.

"Well, hello fellow prefect." you giggled and gave him a side hug.

Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff were next to arrive and exchanged smiles with everyone.

"Ten galleons on Malfoy being the Slytherin prefect." you heard Ron mutter bitterly to Hermione. Your heart skipped a beat.

The familiar blonde hair, pointed nose and stormy grey eyes entered your eyesight and you made a point to ignore his presence. You weren't ready to face him just yet. Pansy Parkinson was at his side. Her pug face irritating you as you saw her arm intertwined with Draco's. Draco made a point to sit across from you. He was so tall that his legs reached your seat. The seats were very squished and close together. His legs had trapped yours in between them. You rested your arms on the table and tried to engage in conversation with Anthony ignoring the warmth that Draco's legs were giving off.

While waiting for the Head Boy and Girl to come and give you the rules, everyone was talking in mindless chatter, guessing how easy this role was going to be. As you were chatting to Hermione, you felt something tracing circles on your knee. You glanced at Draco and saw that he was talking to Pansy, not taking notice of you at all. But his arm was hidden under the table. You tried to shake his hand off, but to no avail. He squeezed his legs around yours, completely trapping you within him. You tried to squirm as subtlety as you could while pretending to be listening to Hermione talking about O.W.Ls.

Suddenly, Draco's large hand grabbed your thigh and slightly pulled it towards him, making you slump into your seat.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, looking slightly worried.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. Didn't get much sleep last night. Keep talking." you smiled at her. She seemed to believe your lie and smiled back and continued talking about school and how you'd need to get lots of rest to keep up with your studies.