Angel is a Centerfold

A/N: All things Harry Potter belong to JKR. I make no money from this.

Many thanks to my awesome beta, Southern_Witch_69! Sun, you're the greatest!

Chapter Three

Angel is a Centerfold

Draco stumbled into his chambers three hours later, pissed off his arse. He'd gone to the Hog's Head to drink his troubles away, but the thing was, his troubles seemed to fancy firewhisky, too.

He sat on the couch and sighed. After he'd left and had a few, he understood what his wife was trying to tell him...to an extent. No, they didn't love each other, and no, they didn't really know each other, but damn it all, he had tried. It wasn't as if he'd been the one to hex her!

Being a virgin made things a little more difficult for her. He supposed that all girls had some sort of fantasy about their first time with the man that they loved. He leaned back, rested his head on the back of the couch, and closed his eyes.

Not only had they not been in love but they'd also spent all of their time at Hogwarts as students loathing each other. Well, to be fair, he'd loathed her brother, Potter, and Granger. She'd just been an unfortunate bystander. But he understood that she'd loathed him.

As he was drinking, he remembered what happened her first year and the part his father played in that. Just another strike against him. But hadn't he done all that he could to make up for that? Hadn't he gone all out on the room, the flowers, and the candles? Didn't he buy her an expensive negligee? He'd been gentle and caring. What more did the chit want from him?

Thinking about it stirred his anger once more. Knowing that the conception needed to happen tonight since she'd taken that potion, he stood and headed for the bedroom. She wants a fuck only? Fine. I'll fuck her then.

He slammed open the bedroom door, and noticed everything was the way he'd left it, spiking his anger up to fury. Stupid cow could've gotten rid of all this shite, as she'd obviously hated it in the first place.

He used his wand to put the candles out and Levitated them to the fireplace. Once inside, he started a fire and watched them start to burn. The second thing to go into the fire was her negligee. The rose peddles followed. When he lifted her wedding robes, he stopped. He couldn't bring himself to burn them, so he threw them on the floor.

He looked at the bed and truly saw his wife for the first time since he'd entered the room. She was curled up on the bed in a ball, as if in self-protection, and the tear tracks were still on her cheeks. He felt a momentary clutch around his heart but then hardened it. This was what she'd wanted. He snorted. Probably thinks I'm going to let her die. It would serve her right if I did. Icy bitch. Must have ice water running through her veins.

He walked over to the bed and started undressing, never taking his eyes off of her. He noticed she hadn't bothered to get dressed, only pulled the covers over her. As he watched, she trembled. That's right. Tremble, little girl. You'll do more that tremble when I'm done.

After he'd finished undressing, he grabbed the covers, jerking them off of her. She jumped up, startled. Looking around in confusion, she finally spotted Draco, and her relieved look amused him. "Draco? What are you doing?" She suddenly realized she was sitting there naked and uncovered, so she immediately tried to cover herself. He wouldn't let her.

"Draco, what's the matter with you? I..." She fumbled for words when she noticed the look on his face. Gone was the loving and romantic Draco. She couldn't say who this Draco was. She felt horrible for the way she'd acted. She couldn't help how she'd felt, but he had only been trying to make her first time special for her. She'd told herself that if he came back tonight, she would do everything in her power to make things up to him.

"I need to fuck you, Ginevra. You have to conceive tonight. Now budge up."

She silently moved to the center of the bed so that he could get into it. He could tell she was afraid, and he reveled in it. "I tried to do this my way, and you wanted no part of it. So now, we'll do it your way."

She nodded and lay down. He looked at her lips and desperately wanted to taste her, but he refused. If she wanted to be treated like a Knockturn Alley whore, then he'd treat her like one.

He let his gaze roam up and down her body in a leering way. When she tried to cover herself again, he took the bedclothes and threw them to the floor. "Oh, no, my dear wife. There is no modesty in fucking, you see."

She turned her face away from him in embarrassment, and he roughly grabbed her chin, turning it back. "You will not turn away from me again. Understand?"

She said nothing, only watched him. He knew she was afraid; he could see it in her eyes. Good. Be afraid. This will be as cold and unfeeling as you are.

He grabbed himself and began to stroke, making his semi-hardened cock fully erect. He watched her gaze drift to it, and this time there was no mistaking the fear. He smirked. "Better get used to that. You are about to become very intimate with this cock." The crudeness suited his feelings.

She started to turn her face away again, and he watched with satisfaction when she caught herself at the last minute. He quickly laid himself between her thighs. "I would say this won't hurt a bit, but I'd be lying. I'm sure this will hurt quite a lot."

He positioned himself at her entrance and started to thrust in without bothering to check if she was ready, but he made the mistake of looking down at her face. Her big brown eyes were open wide, and one lonely tear slipped out of the corner of the left one.

What am I doing? This isn't some whore...this is my wife! What is wrong with me, treating her like this because she hurt my pride! Dear Lord, she'll never want me again, and I don't blame her.Undone, he laid his forehead on hers. "Ginny. I'm sorry, baby. Don't cry." He leaned in to lick the tear off her face.

She looked up then into his eyes. He slowly lowered his head as if to give her time to turn away. When she didn't, he kissed her gently. When she hesitantly responded, he licked her lips with his tongue, coaxing her to open her mouth. When she complied, Draco lazily thrust his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with hers.

She unknowingly put her hands on his shoulders as she began responding to his kiss in earnest. He moved from her lips to her jaw and traced it with his tongue. Her breathing quickened, and he moved to her collarbone. He kissed the left side and moved his way to the right, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses as he went.

She began moving just a little. Enough to let Draco know that he was having an effect on her. He moved down to her breast and licked a circle around the outer part before he laved her nipple. Her breathing became shuddered, and her moving became a bit more frantic. He moved to the other breast and lightly nipped her hardened nipple. She let out a long moan of pleasure, and he stopped to look at her face.

"Draco," she whispered breathlessly. "I'm sorr..."

"Ssh. Don't." This time he couldn't stop the ache spreading throughout his chest. "Kiss me, Ginevra," he pleaded. "Kiss me like you want me."

She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him down to her. When he was only inches from her mouth, she whispered, "It seems that my body has made the decision for me. I do want you." She rose the last few inches and placed her mouth on his in an impassioned kiss.

He lost all train of thought. He'd wanted her so badly and now he had her. He was the one who trembled when she moved her hand up and down his back. "Draco," she moaned, "I don't..." She began lightly thrusting her hips, instinctively searching for release. "I need..."

"I've got you, baby. Just hold onto me." She placed her hands on his shoulders once more as he slowly moved his hand down her belly. He started to curse his drunken state, knowing he would not be as smooth as he wanted to be, and that likely it would end things sooner. He very tenderly cupped her center and inserted a finger.

"Oh, my," she said as he moved his finger around. He knew that even though it felt good to her, it was not enough, so he slowly inserted a second finger and began stroking her a little harder, pressing his palm flat against her. "Ah, Draco, don't stop! Whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it!"

He smiled with satisfaction as he pleasured her. He wanted to pleasure her, to be good to her, and hopefully, to eventually love her. When her eyes widened and her mouth formed a big O, he knew she was close to tumbling over the edge of bliss. When he felt her tightening around his fingers, he thrust into her.

He grabbed the pillow on either side of her head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to last through her orgasm, which was hard to do, as she was so tight and wet and throbbing around him. She'd reflexively grabbed his arse and pulled him into her further after she'd gotten over the first shock of pain. When he felt her coming down, Draco began to slowly move inside of her.

He locked his gaze with hers and watched each expression with fascination. Pain. Shock. Pleasure. It wasn't until she returned his gaze that he thought there may be a little acceptance in her eyes as well. When he felt that he could hold off no longer, he lowered his head and kissed her as he emptied himself into her. "Ginny..."

She placed her hands around his back and hugged him gently. He rose up on his hands so that he wouldn't crush her. "All right?"

"Yes," she told him, not exactly sure what she felt. She was surprised she'd felt such pleasure from him. She had all but convinced herself that she would feel nothing, and afterwards, she thought there'd be a hollow feeling inside. Instead, there had been intense pleasure, and inside her was a steady glow. "I don't know what to say..."

Moving beside her and pulling her close, her husband told her, "Don't say anything. Just rest." He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.

She placed a hand on her belly before snuggling a little closer to her husband. Tomorrow would come soon enough.

*** *** ***

For the second morning in a row, Hermione woke up alone in Severus Snape's bed. She felt a little disappointed by his absence and couldn't figure out why. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, remembering the events of the night before.

Sex with him had been a pleasant surprise once she'd gotten over the fact she was shagging her ex-Potions professor. Her face reddened while remembering what he'd wanted her to say to him during...ask him for the things that she'd wanted. She couldn't believe she'd acted so... wanton! Or how exciting it had been.

But afterwards, he'd just rolled off of her. Not that she'd imagined he would want to snuggle or anything, but to just say nothing... It made her feel cheap. And it had hurt her. She sighed. She was probably just overly emotional after the fight with Ron and Harry yesterday. Ron. She hated the fact that this had hurt him so badly. Harry too.

Idly, she lifted her left hand and looked at the wedding band that Severus had placed there the day before. This was the first time she'd really looked at it since she'd received it. It was a simple band of white gold encrusted with small diamonds around it. It was really rather lovely.

Wanting a shower, she rose and headed for the extra wardrobe she'd noticed. Just as she'd suspected, her clothes were neatly hung or folded and placed inside. After grabbing a pair of clean knickers and a bra, she found her comfortable jeans and a light jumper before warding herself in the loo. She wasn't quite comfortable enough to have her husband walk in on her while showering as she'd seen her parents do.

Freshly showered and dressed, Hermione walked out of the bedroom to spot her groom sitting at a small table eating breakfast and reading the Daily Prophet. "I see you have deemed to finally grace me with your presence, Madam Snape."

She jolted at being called Madam Snape. It sounded odd to her. "It's not that late! It's only just after nine."

When she continued to stand in the same spot, Severus lowered the paper and asked, "Will you be joining me, or are you planning on standing there and watching me eat all morning? You know, this watching me is becoming a habit of yours. First while I was sleeping and now while I eat. Am I quite safe from you, do you think, Madam?"

Hermione blushed deeply, turning her face away. "Yes, quite, I assure you, sir." She'd been more formal in her speech than she normally would have due to her embarrassment. She moved to the table and sat down. After viewing her choices, she filled her plate with eggs and bacon and began to eat.

Severus was still watching her and making her uncomfortable. She slammed her fork down and asked, "What is it? Do I have egg on my face?"

"I was wondering how you're doing? Are you feeling all right?" he asked in a concerned tone.

She wanted to brush off his question because she was not sure exactly what he was asking her about. "I feel fine. Why do you ask?"

"After last night, you seemed... Well, you didn't seem fine. I just wanted to make sure that you are."

This angered her, so she replied in kind. "You mean I didn't seem fine after you'd just rolled off of me and then dismissed me without so much as a thanks? Is that what you're referring to?"

He very slowly, very deliberately, set the paper on the table and turned in his chair so that he sat face to face with her. "I most certainly did not dismiss you. And obviously, you are indeed bothered."

"Whatever you say," she said with pain in her voice as she started to rise. He grabbed her wrist to keep her seated.

"After we'd finished," he began to explain, and she wanted to crawl under the table from total humiliation, "I moved myself from over you so that I would not collapse on and crush you. When I'd gotten settled, you'd turned your back. I wasn't sure if you'd wanted me to speak with you or perhaps just go to sleep, so I said nothing."

"I'm sorry. I just assumed..."

"Yes, and what did I tell you about assuming things where I am concerned?" he asked condescendingly.

"Touché," she replied. "But you need to realize, it's hard when you've known someone for years and already have an opinion formed not to make some assumptions."

"I understand that, Hermione, but you have to remember, you've only known me for years as a teacher. A harsh teacher at that. Now while I'm not saying that I'm an easy person, I will say that I am not the same type of person outside of the classroom."

"All right. Just don't expect me to change anything overnight. We are both going to have to get to know each other better. As a matter of fact, you've only really known me as a student. I know you must have opinions formed from that."

"Agreed. Now," he said as he was rising, "I need to go to my office to start preparing for the new school year."

"What all will you have to do?" she asked, genuinely interested.

"Today, I will be working on new syllabi."

"Why don't you just use the ones you had last year?"

Severus raised an eyebrow and looked at this wife. "Because, Madam Snape, I like to change things up so that the students won't know what to expect from me. It keeps them on their toes."

Hermione wondered if he liked hearing the words 'Madam Snape,' as he kept referring to her as that. "Need some help?" she asked hopefully.

"Certainly not. I will no doubt finish much faster working on my own." She noticed that he glanced down at his ring.

"I hope you didn't mind about the ring. When Professor McGonagall told me you'd probably just buy your own, I thought this was something I could do considering you'd paid for everything else."

"No, I don't mind. I wonder, what made you think of the Potions master symbol?" Severus had received little pins and such when he'd become a Potions master, but refused to wear them on his robes as a lot of other teachers had done. He suspected that Flitwick would fall over from all the ones he wore one day. But he felt that on his wedding band, it was appropriate.

"I wanted to get something that reflected you. Say, had you all ready bought yourself a band?"

Severus looked up into her eyes and almost smiled. That was one of the kindest things she'd said to him so far.

"Indeed, but it was no problem to return it by owl this morning. Now, I want to go get started so that I am not in my office all evening."

"All right. I'll see you later then." Hermione smiled. He seemed pleased with his ring.

"Good day, Madam." He told her as he walked through his study to go to his office through his chamber entrance.

*** *** ***

Lucius Malfoy had just returned home from a two-week bout at his château in Paris with an Italian Playwizard model. He'd accompanied her there on a photo shoot, and he was utterly exhausted.

Since Narcissa had died, he'd been a very sought after wizard. Playwizard had done an article on him, naming him one of the top fifty bachelors in the Wizarding world. That was how he'd met Sophia. She was doing a photo shoot in London the day he'd gone there for an interview.

They'd wanted to do a double feature with him and Draco, but his son had flatly refused. Lucius grimaced. He knew that Draco didn't approve of how he lived his life. But what did the boy expect him to do? Live a life of celibacy because his wife had died?

Lucius knew that he'd never love anyone again as he'd loved his wife. That's why he decided he'd never remarry. But a dalliance or two every once in awhile... Well, that was another matter all together.

His mind drifted back over the past couple of weeks to one night in particular when Sophia brought her friend Giselle to his room. What a lovely evening that had been.

Thinking of threesomes made him think of Severus. Oh, what fun they'd had in their younger years! I think it's time Severus got back into the dating pool. He could use a bit of how's your father, I'm sure. It's likely been years for the old chap. Perhaps I will owl him and Draco for lunch this week.

After he'd fixed himself a brandy, he sat in his favorite chair by the fire to read the back issues of the Daily Prophet. Picking up the first one on the pile, he flipped through it. This went on for a couple of issues until he came upon one that caused him to choke on his drink. The headline all but burst off of the page:

Ginevra Weasley, the Next Minister of Magic Arthur Weasley's only daughter, marries the heir to the Malfoy throne, Draco Malfoy!

"What the fuck is this shite?" He skimmed down the page and read how it had been a small, intimate ceremony at Hogwarts. "Did the boy knock that chit up? Likely so, even after all of the Contraceptive Charms I've taught him. Damn and blast! To taint our bloodline! To mix us with paupers such as..." Lifting his brandy glass, Lucius started to fling it against the wall and then stopped as a thought occurred. He placed his brandy on the table and rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb.

"Yes... Yes, that could work. This could be my ticket back into the Ministry. To actually be related to the next Minister. Everyone knows he will be voted in. Perhaps I'll back him, publicly and financially."

Standing up and quickly walking to his desk in his study, he sat down to begin his plan. "I think a huge wedding party in a few months to properly start their union and show that I am supportive would be perfect. We'll have it right here at the manor."

He opened the drawer to his desk, took out a quill and some parchment, and began an invitation list. Only the crème de la crème would do for this shindig!

*** *** ***

Draco threw open the pounding door with a very distinct scowl on his face. He'd been nibbling on his wife and was angry at the intrusion.

"Still in bed, are you?" Lucius asked, smirking at his son.

"Well," Draco drawled, leaning against the doorframe, "I did just get married yesterday. We are still... celebrating."

"Yes, about that. Not a word, Draco? I am your father!"

"Well, you had a previous engagement. In our family home in France. Besides, you wouldn't have enjoyed yourself. Not your type of people, Father."

"That's hardly the point. The fact remains that you are my son, and I should have at least been informed. I suppose I am to be a grandfather in a few months?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco chose not to fill him in on the circumstances. "Yes, you are."

Sighing, Lucius said, "You should've known better, Draco. She is a Weasley, you know. Of course she would want to land a Malfoy, and she used the oldest trick in the book. However, it's done now, and there's nothing to be done for it."

"You're going to want to be very careful when speaking of my wife, Lucius. Very careful. And she's a Malfoy now, not a Weasley. It would do well for you to remember that."

Leaning in closer, Lucius asked, "You threatening me, boy?"

"As a matter of fact..."

"Draco? Was that Hermione?" Ginny asked as she walked into the room wrapped in a towel. She'd just gotten out of the shower. Laughing, she said, "Tell her I got a late start, and that it's your fault..." She stopped and stiffened when she saw who was in the doorway.

Giving a last menacing look at his father, Draco turned to his wife and smiled. "No, not Granger. It's my father."

Walking into the room as if he owned the place, Lucius extended his hand to his daughter-in-law. When she placed her hand in his, he surprised her by kissing it. "Welcome to the family... Forgive me. I seem to have forgotten your name."

"Ginny," she said.

"Ginevra," Draco said at the same time.

Smiling, Lucius said, "Ginevra. What a lovely name." Unable to stop himself, his eyes wandered down her towel-clad frame.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ginny turned to her husband. "Um, I'm going to get dressed. I am meeting Hermione soon." Turning back to Lucius, she informed him, "This isn't our first meeting. Good-bye."

As she walked into their bedroom, Lucius turned his furious eyes to his son. "The blue diamond, Draco? You would dare? You know very well that ring has been in our family for four generations! And what does she mean this is not the first time we've met? Of course she would know who I am, and I realize that she is Arthur Weasley's daughter, but..."

"Well, to address your first complaint, the blue diamond was handed down to me to do with as I saw fit. I saw fit to bestow it on my wife." Inwardly pleased he was angering his father, Draco continued.

"Don't you realize who she is, Father?"

"I just told you..."

"No, not only Mr. Weasley's daughter. Do you not remember putting that diary into her cauldron her first year? She almost died."

Oh, for Merlin's sake! How was he supposed to remember every little thing he'd done? Really! "Yes, well, let's leave the past in the past, shall we? Now, I've decided to throw a wedding party for you and your wife. I am thinking right before Christmas where you'll have time off from this... job."

Draco started to protest, and Lucius threw up a hand to stop him. "I really must insist. Don't argue with me on this, Draco. I've already started the preparations. It's unseemly enough that I didn't attend the ceremony...I will have this."

"Fine. Whatever you want."

"Good. It's settled then. You and your wife can stay the weekend at the manor."

"Just mind how you look at her, and watch your manners. I won't have you... leering at my wife like a dog in heat."

Stepping very close to his son, Lucius informed him, "I believe that it's you who needs to mind your manners, boy. I won't tolerate your speaking to me this way." With a satisfied glint in his eyes, he noted that his son backed away slightly.

Backing off, Lucius added, "I am going to go visit Severus. See if he wants to make a weekend of it on his next one off. Bye, Son."

Smiling, Draco said, "Yeah. You do that."

*** *** ***

In a good mood, Hermione walked towards her husband's office. She was going to enter through their study as she'd seen him do. She wanted to let him know she was going to meet Ginny.

Just as she reached the door, she stopped as she'd heard voices.

"... Sophia, the Playwizard model?"

"Yes, Lucius, I do know of whom you speak. Very nice, as I recall."

"Oh, indeed she is. I barely rested the whole time I was there. That's one of the reasons I returned home."

Well, really! Hermione thought as she unashamedly listened to her husband and Lucius Malfoy wistfully discuss that woman.

Severus smirked. "How hard for you, Lucius. What a tedious life you've been leading."

Laughing out loud, Lucius said, "Indeed. Indeed, it is. Now, speaking of my life, I have to wonder something. Why is it that nobody informed me of my son's nuptials?"

"Well, for one thing, it all happened so fast," Severus started to explain. "And truth be told, it was for Draco to do if he wanted you there, Lucius. I refuse to get involved in your feud."

"I'm not asking you to, friend, just asking for some common courtesy. I should've been there!"

Well, it's not Severus's fault that Draco wanted to exclude you! Hermione fumed.

"And Weasley's daughter? You should have stopped it or at least talked them into postponing until my return! I've found a way to use this to my advantage, however, so at least I can salvage some of this wreck."

How good for you! So unselfish! Hermione couldn't believe this man's audacity.

"Well, under the circumstances..."

Waving his hand impatiently, Lucius said, "Women get pregnant everyday. It's not like a week or two would've mattered."

Leaning back in his chair and studying his oldest friend, Severus asked, "Have you spoken with Draco? Do you know the situation?"

"Yes, I went to see him before coming here. He informed me that I am soon to be a grandfather."

He doesn't know! I hope Severus doesn't tell him!

"I see. Well, that's true enough."

"Enough of this droll talk, Severus. I've informed him that I will throw him and his wife a party before Christmas. I expect you to attend."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of missing it," Severus assured him.

Outside the door, Hermione smiled at the sarcastic tone her husband used.

"In the meantime, what say we make a weekend of it on your next one off? It's been too long for you...you're in desperate need of a woman."

Excuse me! Draco must not have told his dear old dad that Severus is married to me!

"You think so, do you? Well, actually..."

"Yes, I do. We could go to my château and meet back up with Sophia. She's into threesomes. Had a lovely one with her friend Giselle while I was there. It reminded me of you."

WHAT? Hermione closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath.

"Mmmm, yes, those were the days," Severus said nostalgically. "I do remember that one time with Avery's sister. Now she was a hellion!" Shaking his head, he said, "I thank you for the offer, but no, I cannot."

Oh, thanks for taking the time to remember me...your wife...during your lustful little walk down memory lane!

"Of course you can, old man! Trust me, you'll feel better for it, and by the time we are finished with you, you'll be thanking me profusely."

"No, I can't Lucius. You see, while Draco was marrying Miss Weasley, I..."

"Severus, I wanted to let you know that I'm going to see Ginny and... Oh, excuse me. I didn't realize you had company," Hermione lied. She'd heard enough.

"Oh, that's the way of it then, eh? Got yourself a bit of... A... Well, what do you call her, Severus?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, Hermione informed Lucius, "Most people call me Hermione!"

"I, however, call her wife. This is my wife, Lucius, Hermione Granger Snape."

"Well, good God, man! Has the whole world gone mad? You too? And not a bloody word?"

"Yes, the same day Draco wed," Severus informed him.

"I see."

"Yes, I believe you do." Turning to Hermione, Severus said, "You are going somewhere with Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Yes. I just wanted to let you know in case you came back in for lunch. I won't be long."

"That's fine. I'll see you this evening."

Nodding, she turned to Lucius. "Good day, Mr. Malfoy." And she turned and walked out without a backwards glance.

"Oh, dear," Lucius said with mock concern. "I do believe she heard us."

"Oh, bloody hell!" Severus said. "I think you're right!"

Christy's Notes: Glad Draco came to his senses there at the end and didn't hurt Ginny! Also glad that Severus and Hermione worked things out. Lucius is a troublemaker, I say!

The title of this chapter is a song by the J Geils Band from the year 1982.

Southern's Notes: Snicker! I wonder what she'll do with what she overheard.