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His Second Chance	By : XxJessicaxX Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from this story. This story is purely fanfiction.

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Okay, I've been awol from fanfiction for awhile and I wanted to apologize. This is my first attempt at a Dramoine story. Remember, this is a full STORY, not just smut. So just bear with me and give it a read. RATED FOR LATER CHAPTERS. Please R/R and enjoy!

-Jess

"Fuck me or leave me."

Hermione Granger was tired. Tired of being strung along for years with false promises and fake kisses. Her fiance, Ron Weasley, had been promising her marriage and kids since they graduated Hogwarts, but it was now 4 years later, and nothing has happened. He kept saying he wanted to wait till marriage to sleep together, but with his constant Auror missions with Harry causing him to be away, all it left Hermione with was an unsated sex drive and a muggle vibrator who's batteries were always dead. And so she approached her betrothed with this line one night, fed up completely.

"Excuse me?" The redhead asked, appalled at her coarse language and attitude.

"You heard what I said. Fuck me or leave me. Quit stringing me along. I'm tired of this game, Ronald. Its been five years since you first kissed me during that final battle, and four since we graduated Hogwarts. We both have fulfilling careers, but I am tired of waiting. I know you want to wait for kids, but this is ridiculous. I am a full grown woman, I have needs. And what I need is your cock inside of me, fucking my brains out until I can't remember my own name."

As Hermione continued her rant, Ron's face grew more mottled with red.

"Look, Hermione, I told you. I want to wait for marriage and kids. And what happens if I die on a mission, and you're left pregnant and alone? I can wait for sex, and I'm a man. Don't think I don't have needs, too. I don't see why you're so goddamned impatient!"

"If you don't see it, then I'll show you. I took my own fucking virginity with a goddamned muggle vibrator because I was so fucking frustrated with you! If you don't believe me, go look in my bottom drawer. I'm going out!" And with that, Hermione apparated to the closest wizard bar, The Tipsy Wand.

She went to the bar and ordered firewisky, intending to get herself completely blitzed. As she sat down at the bar, she looked at herself in the mirror behind it. Her hair was no longer bushy like in her youth, but instead glossy and sleek in layers. Her nose was always straight and pixie-like, turned slightly up at the end. Her lips were not full, but heart-shaped. Her eyebrows were well groomed, and winged. Her brown eyes were warm with full lashes. She wasn't a beauty, but she was very attractive. So why didn't Ron want her?

She took a shot, feeling the alcohol burn all the way down pleasantly. It was a nice distraction for a change. Ron pissed her off to no end. She turned down many a wizard's and muggle's advances for the sake of Ron possibly making good on his promise and what did she have to show for it? A hyperactive libido and no worthy man to take care of her.

Unbeknownst to her, she drew many wizard's attention at the bar, with her sleek legs peeking out from under her robes, and her slender, fit physique with a full wasn't lying to Ron. He was a successful Auror with Harry as his partner. And she worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with them, dealing with putting an end to pro-pureblood laws. After Voldermort's demise, she demolished Muggleborn curfew laws and the Marriage Law that required Muggleborns to be married off to prospective purebloods and halfbloods to keep the Wizard line dominant. So she was successful and she was attractive, and she was highly intelligent. What was wrong with her?

A few hours later, the crowd had dwindled down and she was swaying on her stool.

A certain blond's head poked through the tavern door, his sharp grey-blue eyes scanning the crowd. He did not wish to be recognized, having gain enough media attention since his father's death after the war. Draco Malfoy grew into a sharp man, his face filling out so he wasn't quite so beaky looking, instead sporting a strong jaw and masculine features. His shoulders had broadened, his waist still slim and tapered from his affiliation with quidditch. His hair grew longer, not shaggy, but long enough to hang in his eyes in an alluring manner. At six feet, two inches, he was imposing and intimidating.

Malfoy knew what he wanted and he used his deceased father's assets to turn his wealth into an empire. He no longer cared for the anti-muggle and muggleborn sentiment, and thus expanded his wealth by investing in muggle technology, everything from entertainment to boats, planes, and motor vehicles. At age twenty-four, he was a billionaire and a well known figure in muggle and wizarding communities alike.

He was also a bachelor. The ladies who knew him personally also knew his prowess in bed, and the lucky few he kept around were able to divulge in some of his darkest fantasies. But none of them, not a single one, had ever had the privilege to participate in his darkest fantasy of all: To possess a woman completely, have her submit to him, let him take control, drive them both to insanity with pleasure and back again. But he was picky. He wanted a woman with fiery passion, intelligence, bravery, and ambition. And every woman he had ever had, from school onward including Pansy and Astoria and Daphne, always lacked something... something more.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, one girl stood different from the rest. One girl flamed his ire during the day and his passion at night, some nights becoming so unbearable that he had to take matters into his own hands, quite literally.

He loathed her. She had everything he wanted. She had the academic talent of a genius who could do whatever she wanted for a career. He was forced to become a Deatheater and do his father's and Voldemort's bidding. She had true friends who supported her. He had 'minions' who cowered before him because of Lucius. She had passion in everything she did. He had the cold acceptance of not being able to change his own fate.

And somewhere during the war and last year at Hogwarts, she had blossomed, filling out in all the right places. And so he hated that he found himself attracted to her. And because of that, he distanced himself from her even more so than usual to make it through that last year of school. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into an abandoned classroom and shag her senseless, but to act on that fantasy would be to go against everything he had ever known in his eighteen years of existence.

She was a mudblood. And he fucking wanted her. He wanted her underneath him, begging for his cock, putting that pretty smart mouth to use in other ways besides giving the correct answer in every blasted class they had together. He wanted her restrained in magical ropes, telling him how badly she needed him inside her. So when he sat down at the bar next to a pretty brunette with a heart-shaped face and looked into the mirror, he saw something he never thought he'd see in a million years.

His second chance.
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