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Closer	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Ten

He couldn’t control it any longer. The two of them stepped inside the concealment of the Manor, having avoided any and every form of contact the entire way back. Though he didn’t look at her since they left the pub, he knew there was guilt laced within her chocolate brown eyes. Draco held open the door as they entered the foyer, waiting until she was inside before closing it behind him. The young man hovered there for a moment, facing away from her with his eyes closed.

A pair of hands rested on his shoulders. “Talk to me,” she said quietly. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

He kept his lips together, instead turning around and placing their hands together. Draco looked her dead in the eye. “I won’t let them,” he said defiantly.

“It’s not up to you.”

“But you’re my wife.”

“Yes, your wife. Not your property – and it’s not like our marriage is real.”

Although she was right, the words left a hollow feeling in his chest. They had only been together a day and yet, he felt something profound for this girl, this woman. Draco gave her a slow nod, bringing her hands to his lips the way he had on the balcony. “Pansy and Blaise were right. You’re a capable witch, more so than any I’ve ever met,” he acknowledged. “But I can’t knowingly put you in danger. Whether our marriage is real or not, I won’t do it.”

“Can’t you see?” she asked. “This mission is beyond us. You know he’ll come after me at some point or another, and I’d rather it happen this way than when I least expect it.”

Once again, she was right. The Dark Lord would never relinquish the opportunity to terrorize a Muggle-born. Particularly Hermione Granger, a girl who had been in hiding for the past few years, since Potter’s demise. Very few people knew of her whereabouts. It had been difficult to track her down for the proposal, but being a Malfoy meant having connections, powerful connections, and it took only a few months before he found her.

He remembered that day.

Hermione moved across the planet, living as a Muggle in the city of Vancouver, British Columbia. It was world away from home, but he felt an odd sense of familiarity when he saw her. “Who are you?” she had asked, eyeing him with a mixture of curiosity and dread as he uttered the Hogwarts motto: Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. He could tell just by the look on her face that the young woman hadn’t encountered anyone from the magical community in years.

Draco had considered approaching her as himself, but the repercussions were too great. Instead he donned a disguise with the help of Polyjuice Potion. But it had ultimately proven useless. Hermione was no fool. Although she had been in hiding, she surely kept tabs on what was going on across the pond.

It hadn’t been long before she figured it out.

~

They had barely spoken a word since heading back from the pub. Hermione went quietly to her room and undressed for bed. After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, the young woman gave up, deciding a nice bath should do the trick. Nothing soothed her faster than submerging her body in warm water. Like the rest of the Manor, the bathroom had intricate snake engravings everywhere she looked. It was frightening at first, but after awhile she found the beauty in it.

She decided her bath was over when the water grew lukewarm, feeling tiny shivers run up and down her spine as she searched for a towel. Damn it. She forgot the bloody towel in her bedroom.

“Hermione?” asked a voice from the other side of the door.

Her body froze over. It was Draco. He was in her bedroom. What the fuck was he doing in her bedroom? The young woman hugged her knees, as though he could see her. “Yes?” she asked, voice cracking from nervousness.

“Sorry for dropping by so late, but I was wondering if we could have a chat.”

What was he playing at? It was well past midnight and she was butt naked in the middle of a bathtub that probably cost more than her entire Gringotts vault. Suddenly her mind was filled with a slew of inappropriate scenarios. But in all honesty, was it inappropriate? They were married. Married couples saw each other naked. It was common sense.

Our marriage isn’t real, she reminded herself. Yet they came scarcely close to making it real before Blaise and Pansy ruined all of the fun.

“I’m sorry. You’re probably knackered. I’ll speak to you at breakfast. Goodnight.”

“Wait!” she found herself saying. “Just…hand me a towel from the wardrobe. I…I was in the middle of a bath when you called.”

“Oh,” was all he said, and for a moment Hermione heard nothing but sounds of the night. “Sorry. I – I didn’t know. I thought you were brushing your teeth in there or something.”

He was sure taking his time. “Mind grabbing that towel before I freeze my arse off?”

“Right,” he said suddenly, walking the distance of her wardrobe and back. “I’ve left it outside the door. I’ll wait in the corridor. Just give me a shout when you’re good to go.”

Hermione didn’t know what possessed her to ask, but the words left her lips before she could restrain them. “Can you come inside?” She swallowed hard as silence followed. “I…I don’t want to get the floor wet.”

The former Gryffindor wanted nothing more than to dunk her head in the water and drown, rid herself of the anxiety and embarrassment and stupidity of it all, but her frustrations came to an abrupt halt when the doorknob slowly turned. She hugged her knees tighter, feeling tiny drops of water slide down her forehead and back and that narrow spot between her bare breasts. Suddenly she was aware of how exposed she was in comparison to him, and it wasn’t long before he reflected that realization.

His eyes darted away immediately and in his hands he extended a soft, fluffy green towel. “Here. I…I’ll wait for you in the corridor.”

She wanted to scream, to jump out of the tub, soaking wet, and shake him until he dropped the act. She knew perfectly well he wanted it just as bad as she did, if not more. It was written all over his face and body language. Draco was never a good actor, which she had known since their first year at Hogwarts.

Knowing it was the only way to break the barrier between them, Hermione slowly came to her feet and stepped out of the tub, cupping her breasts as she came closer and closer, turning her back towards Draco and waiting for him to drape the towel around her. It took several nerve-wracking seconds before he did. The young woman faced him, holding the towel in place with one hand and tracing a finger along her husband’s chest with the other.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He gave her a sharp nod, still looking away. “See you in a bit,” Draco muttered, turning for the door.

Hermione huffed, grabbing his hand at the last moment and jerking it until they were standing face to face. “You’re bloody impossible,” she said in a low voice, only then noticing the towel had fallen to her feet. “I’m completely naked and you’re doing nothing about it.”

“I…But…”

“But nothing. I’m your bloody wife. I see the way you look at me.”

Draco stiffened. “I thought our marriage wasn’t real.”

“Don’t be stubborn,” she argued. “Not now. Not before we go off on the mission.” The young woman gazed at him with desperation in her eyes, the sort of desperation that spoke closeness, not immaturity.

“You…you don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” gathered Hermione. “I want to.” She took a step closer to him, so close the buds of her breasts brushed against his shirt. “And I also want you to kiss me.”

Draco took a deep breath, the strain in his posture gradually loosening as he exhaled, breathing her in. “Now?”

“Right fucking now.”

Their lips came wonderfully close before he spoke. “Where?”

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