Screw You, Granger!

Chapter six: Marriages

The agony it was. He impregnated two women: his Transfiguration teacher and the Little Weasel. Sure, he'd marry little Weasel. But what about McGonagall... He couldn't marry her. That would be admitting he... he shagged her. And it would mean he would get expelled from school. He didn't want to be an oaf like Hagrid!

He didn't even remember anymore, why he had bragged about being able to seduce and screw anyone he wanted to! He knew why he had taken the dare. It was his Slytherin duty to show that he was better than all those Gryffindors! Even if it meant to shag McGonagall.

There were now other things to be considered. So he cornered the Little Weasel after breakfast.

"Well, Ginny..."

"Draco!" she said.

"I suppose, I have to do the right thing now. So, will you marry me?"

"On your knees, Malfoy!"

He grumbled and lowered himself onto one knee. Why did she want to humiliate him in such a way?

"Ginny, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she said.

He gave a sigh in relief as he stood up.

"But only for the baby's sake!" she whispered in his ear before she walked away.

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There were several marriages at Hogwarts that Christmas. Every family member of the bride or bridegrooms were set up in Hogsmeade. McGonagall would Albus Dumbledore, Trelawney married Flitwick, Granger would become a Weasley at last and little Weasel became a Malfoy.

His mother hadn't been exactly thrilled to have a Weasley as a daughter-in-law. His father had been furious. But daddy dearest was allowed out of Azkaban for the wedding. That was at least something. He hadn't told his father or his mother that he also had impregnated McGonagall, and he didn't intend to. The only way they would be able to know was if McGonagall's baby arrived and had the good looks of it's father.

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He didn't even plan to tell his wife. But Dumbledore had set up two marital chambers for the two married student couples. He had to share a room with her. And obviously she confronted him with the thing immediately. Threatened him with the bat-bogey hex, if he wouldn't tell her. Since she had used it on him the previous summer, he knew what that meant. And he didn't want to be on that side of her ever again... so he told her.

"And how was it? How was it to shag McGonagall?" she asked.

"It was wonderful. She's very talented. But how was I supposed to know that she'd get pregnant. I thought she long had her menopause!"

"Obviously not!" Ginny said.

"I know. Goodnight!"

He went to sleep. The last thing he was aware of was his wife lying down beside him, her arms over him, as to prevent him from walking away.

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He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep on his wedding night. He had supposed that his wife wanted him to shag her, or that he would lay awake thinking about the trouble he was in! But he had fallen asleep like a baby.

The next morning he noticed the room he was in for the first time. It was above ground for one. Second floor he guessed. The bed itself was another four-poster, hung with purple drapes. His wife lay cuddled up beside him, her long red hair spread out over his naked stomach. Her leg lay on top of him. Real close to his dick...

For the first time in months he really wanted someone else than McGonagall. He wanted his wife, so he kissed her. It woke her up, and when he saw the passion in her eyes, he couldn't stop himself. He needed to love her. He needed to make love to her again. He had missed her!