HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

Actually, I realized, so good that I saw no harm in pushing the process to the next step. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled back. 

Then, before she could say anything, I flipped her to a missionary position and impaled her once more, my cock forcing her tunnel to stretch. 

Her eyes grew in surprise, suddenly finding herself looking at me, leaving her no illusion to hide behind.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I had no need to hear her words, at least not at this moment. 

I pressed my lips to hers, and pushed my tongue into her mouth, arresting her words before they could leave her lips. 

She stiffened in shock, her body coming to a complete standstill under my intimate attention. 

I hadn't slowed down even for a moment, my cock sliding in and out, again and again, trying to dispel her shock. 

Still, I wasn't expecting success this early, which was why I was surprised when her lips started to reply to my assault, slow, hesitantly, but replying nevertheless.

I didn't slow down for another ten minutes, slamming her repeatedly in the missionary position, in which she experienced another shattering climax that left her limp for a moment.

A moment I sped up mercilessly, until her vitality came back amongst muffled moans. Then I pulled back.

She looked surprised for a moment, feeling the absence of my lips. Our eyes met for a moment, guilt, shock, and pleasure dancing in her eyes, then she tried to avert her eyes. 

"Don't avoid my eyes, mother" I ordered in a deliberately husky tone.

She straightened her neck and started looking into my eyes as soon as the order left my mouth, not even the slightest delay in following the order, though I could see the doubt. 

"Why son," she said in a trembling tone. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why, mom, asking like that, one would think that you are unwilling," I said, unable to stop a mocking taste to color my tone.

"Of course I'm," she said, trying to sound stern, but it was an exercise in vain, considering half of the words that left her mouth was drowned by her moans, removing the bite she tried to inject.

"Really, mother," I said, not letting my beat even for a second. "If you are that dissatisfied with the situation, you only need to say stop, and we will stop, and I will never touch you again."

I knew that such a statement was daring. If she managed to utter the word in a momentary daze or panic, it would throw my plan back a month at best. 

I had no intention to actually respect her wish of course, but that would change the dynamics quite a bit. 

So, when she opened her mouth, a wave of panic passed through me. 

I did the first thing that came to my mind, I quickened my beats, pushing my cock even deeper into her, hoping a last-minute flare of pleasure would be enough to dissuade her from her idea. 

Her mouth stayed open for almost a minute. A long, drawn-out minute. But in the end, the noise that left her mouth was limited to wordless moans.

"Good choice, mother," I said, and leaned for another kiss. 

This time, surprising me even further, her tongue was active. Not active enough to actively try to push into my mouth, not even enough to meet mine on the halfway. 

Still, it was enough to caress my tongue as I aggressively explored her mouth. I could feel my pleasure building up. 

"I'm about to cum, mother," I said, pulling back, enjoying the pure look of panic on her face before locked her lips once more. 

I started sprouting inside her as she trembled in the throes of yet another orgasm, her walls squeezing to extract the last few errant drops. 

I pulled away from her lips once more, and whispered. "You are mine, mother."

She said nothing. I smiled.

….

It was finally August the first, the wedding date for the nuptials between Fleur Delacour and William Weasley. 

The day the Ministry of Magic would fall. The day my plan would begin.

I was standing with the Death Eater group targeting the Weasley wedding, my so-called failure in Hogwarts at the end of the school year disqualifying me from joining the Ministry Attack Force. 

On my hand, I held the wand I purchased from Ollivander's during the holiday, the Elder Wand safely secured in a hidden holster on my arm. 

Of course, I wasn't too sad about missing the opportunity to join the ministry attack. The wedding allowed me to target several key underrated players in where their response options were severely limited.

The assigned leader, Avery, signaled the beginning of the assault, and I squeezed my hold over the provided portkey. 

An awful tugging sensation later, I was in chaos. The stunners were flying out of the Death Eaters, while the wedding guests were trying to escape, limiting themselves to shields and defensive constructs. 

I didn't know it was because they realized Death Eaters were the new legal authority and trying to limit their law-breaking, or whether it was the stupid pacifism of the Dumbledore's gang, trying to fight a war with childish hexes while the other side spread Dark curses like candies in Halloween.

My attention was instantly grabbed by the bride, Fleur Delacour. 

Wrapped in a white wedding dress, illuminated by an inner fire, even during all the chaos, she looked like a beautiful spirit from the fairyland. 

Someone less evil might experience tender emotions against the fate that ruined her biggest moment, but I had only one thought in my mind. 

Ruining her under my selfish attention. And to do that, I needed two people. My first intention was to capture her husband, and use him as a leverage to push my demands on her. 

Then, I noticed a small, blond-haired child fading in the orchard, overlooked by everyone else.