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How To Train Your Auror 2: Family Ties	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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How To Train Your Auror 2. It's a thing. And it's here. If you are new to the HTTYA Dramione, please take the time to go to my author's page, find the original fic, and read it before continuing on this adventure. If you've already found love with these two, and you've enjoyed HTTYA, well... here we are. My editing will look much better this time around, thanks to MissPancake and WayMay. Good friends make great people to help you realise when you've ruined a phrase, or have missed a great comedic opportunity. So, please, give them all of the love, because without these two wonderful ladies, I wouldn't have this brilliant first chapter (that I'm quite proud of).
Are you gonna be mine?
I feel it falling from the skies above
Are you gonna be mine?
My wave, my shark, my demon in the dark
The blue tide pulling me under
Or are you my soul, my heart, pull everything apart?
Are you gonna, are you gonna be my love?
"Shark" by Oh Wonder
It was in the moments like these that Draco thought to himself, turning the white gold band between his fingertips, when all the world could go to Hell. It had taken him five bloody, painstakingly gruesome weeks of answering advertisements and bouncing from shop to store to private jewelers to find this very ring that he clutched so frantically in his hands. His nerves were in a frenzy, turning from anxiousness to spouts of full blown hyperventilation every few hours or so as he sat at his desk in the bullpen of the Auror Division, awaiting the infamous countdown of the clock to strike 6PM.
6PM was a very special moment. It would be the start of his requested time off for the weekend. He'd cleared it with Potter three months ago, even volunteering to pick up extra shifts and work overtime just to seize the date. One would think that it would be easy to procure time off, but as an Auror, where you were never guaranteed 'time off' but simply 'downtime' while being 'on call' for the next Voldemort (or perhaps Gregory Diggle) to strike, it was rather strenuous to get guaranteed time for both yourself and your loved one. Speaking of which, where was Hermione? He wondered. She should have been back from lunch with Dean by now.
He tapped his foot nervously as he slipped the ring with its oversized diamond and tiny topaz accent stones (the same color of that breathtaking dress she had worn their first… romp together) back into its box and proceeded to spin the box around on his desk in a lazy fashion. He knew he should really be writing up that report on his trip to France last week, but… oh, who was he kidding? He was much too nervous to work at this point.
What if she said no? What if she said yes?
"You alright there, Malfoy?" The lull of Potter's tone as he leaned against the cubicle wall separating Draco's desk from Dean's made Draco jump in his skin, slamming his hand down on the box to cover it. He scowled, clearing his throat, and gave Potter a look that said he very much wished he'd just keel over and die already.
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" he snapped, a bit too crisp.
Potter's eyebrows twisted up theatrically, and he nudged to Draco's hand that covered the tiny black box. "What's that?"
"Nothing." Draco clutched the box in his palm and scraped it across the desk, opening a drawer and dropping it in before slamming the drawer closed.
Potter smirked. "Sure, Malfoy. Nothing." He chuckled under his breath, his eyes dancing upwards to somewhere behind Draco. "Hey, guys. Welcome back. You're ten minutes late."
Draco spun around in his office chair, hands clutching the armrests like an emotional support system as his eyes turned on Dean Thomas, who was bundled tightly in his winter pea coat while grasping two hot foam cups of what appeared to be either coffee or chocolate, and on Hermione, who still had bits of snow woven into her curly brown hair as she clutched something between her wool mittens.
"What is that?" asked Draco, pointing to some sort of grey ball of fur against his girlfriend's chest.
"It's a kitten." She gave a grin, shoving the fiendish feline out right against the tip of Draco's nose. Silver eyes met charcoal as a rough tongue dipped out of the kitten's mouth and scraped against Draco's septum.
"Obviously." He scowled, terrified that the cat in question elicited a stoke of embers in his stomach at the adorable - er, atrocious action. "What I meant to say was what are you doing with it?"
"Poor fella was running all around Hogsmeade," replied Dean, handing his friend one of the cups in his hands. Draco inhaled the aroma of caramel mixed with hints of espresso. "He kept climbing up Hermione's leg."
"So I brought him here." Hermione gave a grin as she set the kitten atop Draco's desk. Draco glared at the offending kitten as it batted at one of his ink bottles.
"Thanks," he said to Dean, holding up the coffee. He then turned his attentions to Hermione. "We're not keeping a cat."
"Oh, that's fine. I didn't think you'd approve," she told him, scratching the kitten behind the ears as she leaned down to kiss Draco firmly on the lips. It always made his insides turn in breathtaking ways when she did. It also didn't hurt when Potter would scowl, much like he was doing now, and make up some excuse as to why he would suddenly need to leave the vicinity. Like now for instance.
"I… erm… have to… go… make some copies… yeah, copies…" He turned on his heels and scurried away at once, causing Draco to smirk into the kiss.
Hermione pulled away, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear as she plucked the kitten up and kissed its nose. "Just so we're clear, we're not keeping the cat, but I am."
His eyebrows furrowed together. "What?"
"You heard me." She patted his cheek softly, her mittens scratching against his morning stubble. "I haven't had a cat in years, not since Crookshanks passed. And Scorpius would love a kitten, you know…"
"Of course he would." Draco perched an eyebrow at her. "He's two and a half. Anything that has fur and a wet nose is bound to attract his attention."
"Cats actually have soft, dry noses," Dean joined in, sipping from his cuppa. When Draco turned his scowl to him, however, he nodded once and added, "Right. I'm just going to help Harry with those copies."
When Dean was out of earshot, Draco careened his head back towards Hermione and smirked. "We don't need a cat."
"Well, we might not need a cat. But I want him. And luckily for you, I don't need your permission." She placed the kitten atop her shoulder and leaned down to kiss away Draco's foul mood. He sighed into the kiss, realising that no matter what he might try to say, her mind was made up and they'd be keeping that mangy feline until the end of its days. Oh joy. Just what he needed. Another addition to the family.
"Are you all set for tonight?" he asked as his hands slid down her sides to her voluptuous hips. He still found himself just as attracted to her two years into their relationship as he did when they had first shared that ever so intimate kiss in his bathtub. He wasn't sure when that whole mess of 'puppy love' was supposed to end, but he was fairly certain it might never. He was completely enthralled with Hermione Granger, from her smile to her scent to her moans and screams in pleasure. Oh, and that whole bit about her being a nice person as well.
"I think so. If I'm a few minutes late, would that be a problem?"
He huffed out an agitated sigh. "Why?"
"Well, with the new Auror recruits coming in next week, I wanted to set my classroom up for the next week, and seeing as how you made me take the entire weekend off, I might not have any other time to do it."
"Bollocks your office, Hermione," he told her. "I expect you off work at precisely 6PM sharp." He could really give a damn less if the Auror trainees had encouraging posters on the wall with kittens hanging precariously off the edge of a branch with words that read 'Hang in there!' "If I don't see you here," he pressed his finger down on top of his desk, "at six, I'm going to come into that classroom and give you a lesson you'll never forget."
Hermione's cheeks tinted pink as the steely gray kitten rubbed against her neck. "Promise?"
"No." Harry cut his hand between the two and appeared once again, this time with a thick stack of files. "Malfoy, I need you to go over these cases and send them off to the appropriate offices."
"Why don't you do it?" Draco scoffed.
"Because I'm the boss," Potter told him, tossing the files into Draco's lap. "And because I plan on keeping you busy until 6PM lets out and I have an entire weekend free of you."
"Aww, Potter. You do care." Draco smirked.
"You." Harry pointed to his best friend and the kitten. "To your appropriately assigned other-side-of-the-offices desk, Miss."
Hermione rolled her eyes and shoved Potter in the shoulder playfully. It made Draco's scowl even larger. "Whatever, Harry. You know you like Draco."
"I haven't. I've never. I never will." Potter grinned, waving to both of them before setting off towards his desk at the back of the office.
"My sentiments exactly," Draco muttered, watching as Hermione herself waved him off as she took to her spot in the office, near Potter's desk, and away from Draco Malfoy. Whatever. He smirked. Tonight, he'd be rid of the four-eyed prick and confessing his undying affection for Hermione… if he could work up the nerve. He knew it was a Friday, but he was sure it could have been a Monday by the way he felt as he pried open the drawer with the ring and plucked it back out, sitting it atop his desk in front of his picture frame of himself, Hermione, and Scorpius at the park. The picture had been taken by Astoria, which was the only reason he ever wanted to burn it. But it was a special day that day - Scorpius had taken his first steps. He smiled, tapping the box with his index finger and biting at the inside of his cheek. No. He could do this. He just had to put on the Slytherin charm…
It was in moments like these that Hermione Granger thought, staring down at the clock as it ticked away the last five minutes of her work for an entire weekend, when all the world could surely implode at any moment. Draco had been acting rather suspicious lately. He was skulking around at random times at the day, disappearing on his lunch breaks before she could even get a chance to invite him. He'd been fidgety, exceedingly so, and his patience with her had worn thin. She wasn't entirely sure what had went wrong in their relationship -she couldn't account for a fight that hadn't ended up in passionate lovemaking and laughter. So why was he acting so secretive?
She stared into her empty classroom, around at the chairs and the desks, thinking to herself what it must have been like for him to prepare for class two and a half years ago. Had he been anxious? Had he been plotting his revenge since the moment he had seen Draco's name on the roster? Had he anticipated seeing her? Shivers ran down her spine. The thought of Gregory Wallace Diggle was not one to be taken lightly. He still had a way of haunting her, even to this day. She was reminded of his face behind her eyes every time she visited Ron's grave since Kingsley Shacklebolt had sent Greg to Azkaban. It was hard to stomach that the very man she had once found attractive and tolerable had really been her husband's killer all along. Not to mention a raving psychopath who dabbled in Gray Magic and murdered nearly half of the Ministry. It had been a tough time building the departments back up. Draco, Dean and Hermione had been the only ones to survive their class. She remembered Simon Simmons' funeral as clear as if it were yesterday. She hadn't ever cared for the man that had detested her simply for being a woman, but… she hadn't been prepared for his death, or for any of the others, for that matter.
That's why being the newly appointed Auror Trainer was so important to her. She wanted to give the hopeful trainees the chance they deserved! It had been so humbling when Harry had approached her about the subject, though she did think he might have selected her simply to put a barrier between her and Draco. Sure, Harry had gotten used to the idea of his childhood rival and his best friend pairing off together, but ever since that trip to Tuscany where the three had worked a case together and Harry had accidentally intruded on Draco and Hermione… fooling around… (in the confines of their own hotel room, for the record!)… well, he wasn't very good at letting things go. Even if Hermione and Draco were a tag team to be reckoned with, solving nearly every case they were presented with.
She glanced up at the clock, cursing under her breath. 6:02PM. Maybe this could be turned around into a good thing? Oh, as if Draco had really meant he'd hunt her down if she weren't at his desk by-
"You're late."
She jerked her head up from her desk and found Draco in the doorway, his hair slicked back much like the later part of his years at Hogwarts, dressed in a handsomely deep burgundy button up matched with a black blazer and tight fitting dress pants. His left eyebrow was quirked up dangerously as he gave her a calculated smirk.
"Yes…" She bit down on her lower lip and shoved her paperwork into her briefcase, spelling it shut with a wave of her wand. "Sorry about that. Did you run here? I'm two minutes… that's hardly-"
"Tardiness is never acceptable in class, Miss Granger," he interrupted her, stepping inside the room and shutting the door firmly. His smirk widened as he stepped towards her, holding the moment out as he approached at a snail's pace. Hermione felt her breath catch - he could still make her knees weak by simply being who he was; an arrogant, dangerous man with the heart of a tamed lion. Or dragon. Whichever analogy suited best she couldn't decide. When he had made it to her desk, he pursed his lips together and glared down at her. "I told you six o'clock. On. The. Dot."
She giggled into her hand, realising he meant to truly keep to his word. He would 'punish' her for her tardiness. The excitement thrilled her, but the thought of being caught by someone (namely Harry) still made her a bit apprehensive. She pulled out her wand from her work robes, flicked the lock closed with it, and set it politely down on her desk. "I'm so sorry, Mister Malfoy." His eyes smoldered as he watched her unclasp the top of her robes and sluff them off to reveal a fetching, yet modest a-line silver dress with ruffles along the sleeves and a slight dip around the collar to reveal her collarbones. It made her blush, the way he was immodestly undressing her with his eyes.
"Have you been wearing that all day?"
"Of course not. I changed into it about an hour ago." She grinned up at him, rising from her chair. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" He walked around to her side of the desk and gave her a once over. "You're so fetching."
"Don't." She told him, snapping a bit too harshly. She retracted, running a hand over his silky shirt. "I just… don't use that word."
"Why not?"
"Because… you know why."
He sighed, his own hands finding solace in resting on her shoulders, thumb pads brushing against the smooth skin of her arms. It sent tingles down her spine. "He's gone, Hermione. He's in Azkaban, and he'll rot there until he's good and dead. And even then some, if I had any say in the matter." He pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her forehead. "Are you ready to go?"
"You're not going to punish me?" She was surprised at how pouty and childish the words flew from her mouth. She even had a little crinkle between her eyebrows.
"You want to be punished?" He grinned, fingers sliding up her shoulders to her neck, where he began to play with her earlobes between his fingers. "Is that what I'm hearing, Miss Granger?"
She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip to keep from gasping at his touch. His skin felt like fire stoking a deep, primal urge inside of her to submit to him. She was comforted he was touching her this way - his distance had truly been a concern of hers for some time now. "I think I deserve it," she answered him breathlessly. "I disobeyed a direct order. In our line of work, that could get one killed."
"Mhmm…" he mused. "How shall the punishment fit the crime then? Oh. I know." He released her from his hold, causing her eyes to startle back open. She watched him stalk back around her desk and take a seat at their very own work table - the one that they had bonded over. Well, at least this bench was in the same spot as back then; it was quite unclear if it really had been the exact same desk. He patted his lap playfully. "I say five lashes for every minute you were late."
Hermione blushed, but didn't disagree. She simply slipped out of the flats she had been wearing and scooted herself up on the desk next to him before laying gently down across his lap. Her stomach draped across his legs, but he scooted her forward and bunched up the skirting of her dress until she was exposed to him with only her gray cotton panties between his hot hand and her wanting flesh. She pushed her hair off over one shoulder, letting the cool air tickle the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, rested on her elbows, and awaited her 'punishment'. Draco wasted no time in giving her a firm smack with his hand, but then he tisked and clucked his tongue.
"No, I'll have to start over. These are in the way." He jerked her underwear down till they were to her mid-thigh and brushed his palm along the exposed skin of her backside. "Yes. Much better. Were you also aware you're failing my classes, Miss Granger?"
"You don't teach any classes," she laughed as his hand came down on her, making her gasp. Her head fell forward, blood rushing to her cheeks as well as her ass cheek.
"Of course I do. And your first lesson was being on time, which you failed." Another amazing whack to her rump. Then another. And another. "Frankly, I think you'll have to do quite a bit of makeup work if you plan to pass."
"What happens if I fail?" she smirked, tilting her head to the side to meet his haughty expression.
"You're enjoying this too much," he noted, and his next swat to her bum stung. She arched her back, groaning a guttural moan that made him slip a hand around her throat. "Let's see… that was four."
"Five."
Smack. "Don't argue with the person administering your punishments. Didn't you learn anything in school?"
"I didn't get punished often," she whispered as heat spread down her backside and between her legs.
"Maybe if you'd learnt your lesson, you wouldn't be so disobedient." Twack. Smack. And then a third swat. His fingers slid down around the curve of her buttocks and even further still, playing up against her slick folds and dipping a finger into her unexpectedly. "But I suppose you've been a good girl as well, haven't you, Hermione?" Her name dripped off of his tongue like melted honey, seeping into the darkest crevasses of her soul and filling her up with lust. His hand on her throat slid up her jaw and just as he pressed as second finger into her, he slid two fingers into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. He played with her like she was a beautiful violin, and her body was the strings. He would alternate, pressing down her throat and slipping out of her, only to push into her again and drag his fingers across her tongue to the tip of her lips. Before long, Hermione found herself groaning in pleasure against his fingers in her mouth, which he pushed all the way in until she swallowed his fingers with tender care. The other hand between her legs sped up its rhythm, his thumb finding that resting place against the nub of her clit to provoke a low moan from her. Hermione could feel the build up inside of her - she just needed a bit longer… "Bloody Hell, is that the time?" Draco slipped both sets of fingers out of her and smacked her hard on the ass for good measure. She heard herself groan in protest. "Come on, Hermione. We have reservations at 6:30."
"We can skip them," she whispered, sitting up on the desk and capturing his lips in a sultry kiss. Draco hurried the kiss along, brushing down her skirt as he did so. When he broke away for air, he kissed the bridge of her nose and shook his head.
"No. We're not skipping dinner. Do you know how long I had to plan this out to get these reservations? Sorry, Granger. You're going to have to wait to ravish me until later tonight."
Hermione gave a small huff, slid off of the table, and let her underwear fall to her ankles. Getting a dastardly idea that could have only been influenced by Draco Malfoy, she kicked them off from around her and put them in her desk drawer. Draco raised both eyebrows and gave a low whistle. "Naughty."
"Well then," she smiled, slipping back into her flats and gathering up her purse and wand. "Let's get this over with so that we can go back home, and I can show you just how naughty I can get."
"Promise?" He grinned. They both laughed and left the office arm in arm.
"When you said you had reservations for dinner, I had no idea it was going to be at Madam Mystique!" Hermione squeaked out as their waitress brought them the final course of dinner; chocolate eclairs drizzled in a white chocolate syrup. Draco always remembered the little details, or at least, he tried to. Red shirt. Eclairs. His best attempts at capturing all of her favorite things were going according to plan. His nerves were shot by dessert; he kept feeling around in his blazer pocket every few minutes to check and make damn sure that ring box was still there. He'd planned this entire evening out for months. Scorpius with Astoria. Time off. New, in-style restaurant, eclairs, red shirt… he kept repeating the words over and over in his head, as if the next time he said them he would remember that he had forgotten one of them.
"Do you like it?" he asked, motioning around to the cozy back corner table away from the prying eyes of the restaurant. Hermione nodded gleefully, picking up her fork to dig into her eclairs. "Good. Erm… wait." He fidgeted, slipping his hand into his pocket just as Hermione stopped mid motion and set her fork down.
"Yes, Draco?"
"I.." He'd practiced the speech for over a month. He'd even let Scorpius 'help' him with a line or two, though the two year old hadn't any idea what he was helping with exactly. It would go something like this: Hermione, ever since that first kiss, I haven't been the same. You've turned my world 'topsy-turny' (Scorpius's favorite line he liked to use when describing the feeling he got when he got to fly around the yard on his daddy's broom). You've changed me for the better. And (he'd get on one knee, then, in front of the restaurant) Would you do me the extraordinary honor of being my wife? Or something like that. But instead all that came out was, "Erm… how's the eclair?"
"Well, I haven't tried it yet," she replied, raising one of her graceful eyebrows at him. "Is everything alright, Draco? You've been acting a bit off lately."
"Have I?"
"Yes." She narrowed her eyes. "What are you up to?"
"Excuse me?" he sneered, clutching the ring box tighter in his pocket.
"The date. The expensive venue. You're up to something… what did you do wrong?"
"Who says I've done anything wrong?"
"When you do something wrong, you always go all out to make it up to me. So what have you done?"
He narrowed his own eyes and thought that maybe throwing the ring at her and shouting, 'I want you to marry me, you stupid witch!' might end up being a more fitting proposal. Instead, he stuck his chin up in the air, raised a superior eyebrow, and shrugged. "I haven't been 'up to anything'. Couldn't I just want to spoil you?"
"I don't need to be spoiled, Draco." She reached her hand across the table and set her hand on his free one that was clutching itself so tight his knuckles were turning white. "I'm happy just the way we are, aren't you? With Scorpius, and our home, and the way we live. Isn't that enough?"
The corners of his lips turned upwards as he glanced down at her hand. "And what if I wanted more?"
"More?" She asked, clearly missing the point. For the brightest witch of their generation, she sure could be thick sometimes.
"Yes." He rubbed at her left hand with his thumb, brushing up against her ring finger, hoping she might take the hint. "What if what we have isn't good enough anymore? What if I wanted-" He was going to say the word forever, but it never came to being, because his sentence was interrupted by a four eyed git with unmanageable black hair.
"There you two are."
Hermione, startled, slipped her hand out of Draco's and glanced over to the side. Standing, still in his work robes, was Harry fucking Potter.
"Potter," Draco growled. "You have seriously got to be the worst cock block in European History." He crossed his arms as he let the ring box slip back down into his pocket. "Possibly the world."
"Look, I know I'm intruding on your time," Potter began, pushing up his glasses onto his nose in a business like way. "But I really need you to come with me."
"Alright, Harry." Hermione had no qualms about bowing out on their expensive, thought-filled evening. But Potter stuck his hand up to stop her.
"Not you, Hermione. Malfoy." Potter's green eyes flitted over to Draco, full of concern.
"What's this all about?" Draco asked, feeling his patience wane. "I specifically requested this evening off to be rid of you, not to-"
"-I know, Malfoy. I know." Potter threw his hands up, moving out of the way for a passing server. "Look," his voice ducked quieter. "I wouldn't come to you if this wasn't of the utmost importance. I have a feeling this night is pretty special to you."
All Draco could manage out in return was a harrumph.
"What's going on, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"This concerns Draco… and… his father."
That peaked Draco's attention. "My Father? What in the bloody hell does he have to do with anything?"
Potter swallowed a hard lump in his throat. "Maybe we should step outside."
"No. You're going to tell me. Right here." He pressed his finger to the table. "Right now."
"Alright, Malfoy. Fine." Harry sighed, letting his shoulders slump momentarily before he straightened himself up again and put on his Head Of The Auror Division stare. "Your father's been admitted to St. Mungo's."
"He what?" Hermione gasped. Draco sat silently, tainted with a hollow sensation that he should feel something for his Father.
Potter continued. "Someone tried to have him killed at his residency in Prague."
Draco sat quietly for a time. "And?"
"And we can't get a testimony. Your parents won't talk to anyone from the Division. They'll only speak to you."
The three of them basked in the background sounds of forks clinking and plates tinkering until Hermione broke the silence. "We'll go."
"What?" Draco croaked out.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy. That's your name, isn't it?" Hermione squared up his glare with her own. "No matter how you look at it, you'll never be able to be rid of him. Not really. And I'm not saying he should ever be forgiven for his crimes. Because, frankly, he should be locked up for life-"
"We've been over this, Hermione," said Potter. "He's been exonerated for all of his crimes previous to the Battle of Hogwarts. Otherwise he would be in Azkaban-"
"-But the point is," Hermione interrupted, "is that you have to face him eventually. Enough is enough. This could be cathartic. This could be your opportunity to stand up for yourself and be rid of him for good. You're going, Draco. And I'm going with you."
Harry winced, ready for her crushing glare. "Actually, Hermione, when I said that they won't see anyone at the department, you're included in that."
"Fine." She sat her napkin on the table. "But I'm going to go anyways."
"Hermione-" Both Draco and Harry started at once, but she cut them off with a contemptible glower that shut them both up.
"When do we leave?"
"Um… immediately…"
"Alright. Draco, get the check, will you?" Hermione stood, determination etched in her brow. She slipped her purse over her shoulder, strolled over to Draco's side and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you outside. Come on, Harry."
Draco watched as Hermione dragged Potter out by the arm quickly, excusing herself as she pressed through a group of confused waiters and waitresses. Draco slumped back down in his chair, glaring at the unfinished eclairs. With a heavy sigh, he plucked the ring box out from his pockets and sat it on the table to strum his fingers atop of it.
"Ehem…" came the timid voice of his waitress from behind him. "Shall I fetch the check, sir?"
He nodded dully, still staring at the box.
Well, this was certainly a bludger out of left field. Oh well… if there was one thing Draco Malfoy was good at, it was playing the game. He tucked the box back into his pocket and awaited the check. This was going to be an interesting evening indeed.
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