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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco stood watching Orion reading to Hermione and felt his heart clench. He had tried to keep Orion back, because he thought he should allow her to adjust to all the changes, but he was glad now that they were meeting. He had always been proud of the way the little boy took the situation with his mother in stride. Then it sort of struck him, just how had he gotten here? Draco opened his mouth to ask that very question, but then heard the fireplace in the sitting room behind him roar to life.

Closing the door to Hermione’s room quietly he walked over to the fireplace and arched an eyebrow at a very distraught looking Ron Weasley, “Malfoy…something’s happened. My mum flooed me this morning to come to the burrow, and I get there and she’s freaking out,” Draco folded his arms and watched the tall read head stumble through his story. He still got a little bit of joy from torturing the Weasel since he had tried so hard to keep Draco away from Hermione, both at Hogwarts and after the war in the hospital. “So we don’t know how he could have even gotten at the floo powder, I mean mum has raised 7 kids she keeps it high enough small ands can’t reach it.”

“Draco…what’s going on? Ron? Is everything ok? You look upset.” Draco turned at her voice and smiled at her standing in the doorway holding Orion’s hand. His son, devious little boy, had enough sense to look abashed and try and hide behind the robe Hermione had thrown on.

“Its alright Hermione, Weasel here was just coming to inform me that our son has somehow slipped past the ever watchful eye of Molly Weasley, and they’ve no idea where he’s at.” Draco turned to look at Ron, who was staring at Hermione. Draco cleared his throat and arched an eyebrow at Ron, “Weasley Orion is here, and you’ve apparently answered the question I was already asking myself. Now if you don’t mind I’d appreciate you leaving my house as you’ve obviously interrupted.”

Ron’s cheeks turned a little pink and he rubbed the back of his neck, “Mum’ll be happy to know I’ve found him. She’s been running around the Burrow screaming and crying.” He shook his head and looked at Hermione again, “It’s good to see you ‘Mione….I hope you’ll come by the burrow soon, Mum has been asking about you…” Hermione nodded a little and smiled, “I will Ron, I promise. Tell your mother I miss her and that I’ll be over as soon as I feel up to it.”

Draco cleared his throat as he turned and looked at Hermione. Orion let go of Hermione’s robe and shuffled from behind her. “Orion Malfoy I believe that you have a message that you’d like Mr. Weasley to pass to Grandmum Weasley don’t you?”

Orion nodded and his lower lip trembled a little, “W-would you t-tell Grandmummy th-that I’m sorry?” He looked at Ron with big grey eyes and Ron nodded and smiled at him, “Of course I will mate, she’s not mad, but she’ll be glad to know that you’re safe.” With that Ron turned and stepped into the floo and disappeared in a burst of green flames.

Draco watched Ron disappear into the green flames then turned and looked at Orion, folding his arms across his chest, “Orion Draconius Malfoy….” At the stern sound of his father’s voice Orion hunched his little shoulder and looked down at the floor. He walked over to stand in front of Draco, “Yes sir…” he mumbled.

Draco looked down at the little boy, “Look at me when I’m talking to you son, and don’t mumble its not becoming of a Malfoy. We speak clearly and always look people in the eye. Now look up at me.”

Orion looked up at Draco and his bottom lip trembled slightly. Hermione looked at Draco, “Draco…do you have to-“

Draco looked at Hermione and she stepped back at the look on his face, “Hermione go back into your room or remain silent. I need to discipline my son, and figure out how in Merlin’s name he got here.”

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip and looked at Orion and then at Draco. She turned and walked back into her room and closed the door. Draco watched her go and sighed a little. He massaged his temples and looked down at Orion. “Now please explain to me how on earth you managed to get here from grandmum Weasley’s house.”

Orion sniffled a little but stilled his lower lip, “I…I just wanted to come see mum and you wouldn’t let me…” his voice sounded small and it quavered with unshed tears. Draco sat down in the large armchair by the fireplace and continued to look at Orion. He hated having to discipline his son, it always broke his heart, but he knew he had to teach him to be tough, to take responsibility for his actions no matter who his family was. “I know that isn’t all Orion, I want to hear the rest.”

Orion sniffled and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his pajamas, “So I snuck downstairs while they were all asleep and I used the floo. I’ve heard you do it a lot, and then Aunt Ginny and Aunt Luna…I just…I wanted to read mummy my book…” His voice was cracking as he finished, “I’m sorry Dad…I just…I just….”

Draco picked up the little boy and placed him on his lap and wrapped his arms around him, “I know mate, I know.” He whispered and rubbed Orion’s back while he cried. When he felt him slow his crying he looked down at him, “Look up at me mate.” Orion looked up at him and rubbed his eyes, “Yes sir…”

“I know that you just wanted to come see your mum, and that’s not what I’m angry about. I’m angry that you could have been hurt. You don’t know how easy it is to get lost in the floo network. I’m also angry that they weren’t watching you better over there. Now, from now on if you want to use the floo you are to ask an adult, am I understood?” Orion nodded, “As your punishment you’re going to spend the entire afternoon practicing your reading, your letters, your spelling, your numbers, and your math….with your mum.” A slow smile crept across Draco’s face as Orion’s grim face suddenly lit up.

“Yes sir I promise I will sir!” Orion scrambled out of Draco’s lap and Draco laughed as he snagged him by the back of his pajamas. “Woah, woah, woah mate hold on. I need to talk to your mum so why don’t you go get dressed then go downstairs and get Krissy to fix some breakfast for all of us.” Orion nodded and took off out of the room and down to his own room. Draco looked at the door leading into Hermione’s room and sighed as he walked over and knocked gently. “Hermione, love, can I come in please?”

Hermione was in the shower and didn’t hear him knocking. After Draco had basically scolded her she had gone back into her room and decided to get ready for the day. She stood underneath the hot spray of water in the large standing shower stall. The waters sluiced through her hair and she sighed. The one thing she had begun indulging in since she had woken up was a long hot shower, and on occasion a nice hot bath. There were bottles and bottles of all kinds of gorgeous smelling shampoos, conditioners, body washes, soaps, bath salts, and bath oils. Grabbing a bottle of lavender and honey scented body wash she poured some into a loofah and began lathering up.

So engrossed in her shower she didn’t hear the click of the bathroom door, or even see Draco walk in. Draco stood and stared at the wall of glass that was the door to the shower. He had remodeled the bathroom before Hermione came back to make it nice and open, as well as comfortable and inviting to her. He closed the door behind him softly and watched as Hermione put her leg up on the ledge in the wall and began to lather her right leg.

He felt his trousers tighten in the front and he groaned softly under his breath. He pushed his hand through his hair and stared at her wet, naked, lathered body, and leaned back on the door. He hadn’t been too forward with Hermione since she’d been back, because he hadn’t wanted to make her uncomfortable, but standing here watching her naked and showering he felt his small hold on his control slipping.

Hermione finished soaping her right leg and put it down, starting on the left leg. She finished and stood up and stepped back under the spray. Draco watched the water running down over her body. Hermione opened her eyes and turned to look at Draco, she jumped, screaming a little, then turned bright red. Draco stood up and turned around, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I was just coming to talk to you about Orion.”

Hermione turned off the water, rung out her hair, and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. She wrapped the large fluffy towel around her body and twisted her hair up into a chignon at the base of her neck. She walked over and touched Draco’s shoulder, “Draco…it’s ok…let’s talk in the room. It’s getting steamy in here.”

Draco chuckled a little bit and opened the door walking into the cool air of the room. He looked about the room, at the clothes thrown haphazardly over the back of a chair, the curtains closed over the terrace doors, and the thin curtains around the bed were left down enclosing it. He turned and looked at Hermione in her towel, “You are so bloody gorgeous.”

Hermione turned red and walked over to the closet and opened the door switching on the light, “Yes well several years of an all liquid diet will give one a svelte figure. Draco, I don’t appreciate you scolding me like that in front of Orion.” She turned and looked at him, “I understand that I’ve been gone and that it’s just been you two for these few years, but I want him to look at me as his mother. I don’t want him thinking of me as someone who has no authority, no say in what he does. He is my son…even if I wasn’t awake for it, I gave birth to him.”

Draco folded his arms across his chest and looked at her, “I understand where you’re coming from Hermione, but you’re right. It has been just he and I for these past few years. What he knows of you is only what we have all told him. He might know you’re his mum, but beyond that title you haven’t had a real presence in his life. While I know that isn’t your fault, you have to understand that while you gave birth to him I have been raising him. It was I who woke up in the middle of the night to feed him. It was I who ran into his room in the midst of the night because he was having night terrors. I have disciplined him, loved him, taught him, trained him, taken care of him, fed him, clothed him, and every other thing that should have been done by both of us. I did that alone, because I knew some day you were coming back to me. I understand that you want him to see you as an authority figure, but right now, to him, in his mind, you are like a distant relative. Someone whom he knows but doesn’t truly know, and so you know; what I came in here to tell you was that for his ‘punishment’ for using the floo, on his own I might add, he is to spend time with you learning his reading, spelling, and other lessons.”

Hermione watched him as he spoke and picked at the fabric of the towel. She had been so upset when Draco had basically scolded her in front of Orion that she forgot his side of things. She had forgotten that he had been the one to be there for their son, and not her. He was the one that Orion looked to for guidance and discipline, and here she had come in to step on his toes. She took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead, “Draco I’m sorry…I just….I didn’t realize that what I’d done was such an offense to you.”

He could see it, the series of walls that she put up to defend herself. Now they were going up to keep him at a distance. He looked at her sadly and nodded, “I know…I just, I didn’t want to push you into anything, and then when I found him in here I was so happy to see him take to you so well. Then realizing what he had done to get here, I got scared. You’ve no idea, yet, what it feels like to know that something could have happened to your child, that he could have been lost to you forever. It’s a fear that I live with every time he walks out the door, and eventually you are going to get to know that fear. Then you can understand why I was so upset.”

Hermione tried to blink back the stinging in her eyes as she turned away from him, “I understand Draco.” Her voice was strained with the tears she held back, and they had little to do with being scolded and more to do with the outsider feeling she’d been dealing with. “If you don’t mind I think I’d like to put my clothes on now…” She didn’t wait for him to answer before disappearing into the large walk in closet and closing the door behind her.

Draco pushed his hand through his hair, “Stupid Draco, stupid, stupid. You stupid bloody git, making her feel worse than she must already feel.” He grumbled as he passed through the sitting room and into his own. He sat down on the edge of his bed and hung his head into his hands. He had been at a loss since he had brought Hermione to the house he shared with Orion and the couple of house elves he employed. Before he brought her back he had brought Ginny and Luna over to help decorate her room as well as the sitting room. He had sent them out with access to his accounts to stock the closet and bathroom with any and everything she might ever need. Harry had taken the box of Hermione’s things that he had kept. There weren’t many that survived the war, but there had been pictures and books at the Burrow as well. Draco tiptoed around her, always careful to not push her or make any forward advances. He never touched her unless it was absolutely necessary, and those moments were rare. Then having Orion show up out of nowhere through the floo no less, and having that fear coupled with the built up tension he had snapped at her and made her feel worse.

Deciding to go ahead and get started on what he needed to accomplish that day he got up and stepped into his own closet. Emerging a few minutes later her wore a white dress shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and un-tucked. His grey slacks were pulled up to his waist but the button left undone and he shrugged into a coordinating grey vest. As he slung his purple tie around his neck he heard a knock, “Come in.”

Hermione turned the handle and walked into his room, “Draco I…” She trailed off as she looked at him. Her mind seemed to scramble and she forgot how to put cohesive thoughts together. Eyes roaming over his bare chest and the sparse blonde hair above the band of his slacks, she subconsciously caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

Draco paused and looked at her, and the way she had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth nearly had him panting. “Hermione did you need something or did you just come to enjoy the view?”

Jumping a little Hermione looked back up at his face and her cheeks burned red, “Oh I um…well…I was just thinking that I could take Orion to the park today or something. Just have some quality time with him, you know?”

Draco nodded and pulled his slacks up a bit further and fastened the button, “Absolutely, there’s a very nice park that he enjoys not far from here. If you’d like you can floo Ginny to bring James or Luna can bring over Teddy with Mrs. Weasley.”

“Well, no, I think that I’d just like to have time alone with him. I was thinking about what you said, and I know that you’ve been his only parent since he was born. I realize that to him I’m his mum but he doesn’t know me as an actual parent. I want him to know me as his mother Draco, more than anything, and I think that spending time with him is a good way to start that.”

He nodded and smiled at her, “It sounds like a fantastic idea and I know that he’ll be more than happy.”

She smiled at him and suddenly felt the gust of air and the click of the door as it closed behind her. Draco strode across the room and backed her against the door gently, “Forgive me.” He placed his hands on either side of her face and bent his head to her’s capturing her lips with his. Hermione stiffened a little but at the gentle nips to her bottom lip she began to melt. Her body relaxed into the kiss and she began to return it in a shy fashion. Draco moved his hands from her face to the door flattening them against it. He pressed his body against her’s and felt Hermione relax against him. His tongue swiped across her lips and he nipped harder, and when she gasped he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione made a small whimpering moan as his tongue rolled over her’s and he explored her mouth. She gripped his shoulders and then slid her arms around his neck. Her stomach felt like it was coiling into knots and a pool of heat settled there.

Draco moaned at Hermione’s touch and felt her thighs shift against his. He knew that she was trying to get some kind of friction. His knee gently nudged her legs apart and slid between her’s. Then he felt her hips roll against his and groaned. His slacks were straining at the front and wasn’t entirely sure how he was managing to keep his control.

Hermione felt like her body was taking charge and she was losing control of it. When his leg pressed between her’s she shifted her hips forward and rolled over it, grinding it against her core in order to get the friction she suddenly had to have. Her breath hitched a little and she moaned softly. Draco’s mouth left her’s and trailed down her jaw and neck, “Draco….gods Draco…” Her hips rocked back and forth over his leg faster, and her breath came in pants.

Draco groaned and bit at her neck. His hands slid down the door and over her shoulders and to her breasts. As they slid down to her waist he slid one up her shirt over the bare skin of her stomach and found a bra clad breast. His right hand kneaded her breast while his left gripped her hip and pushed and pulled as she rocked her hips. His lips lifted to her hear and he nipped her earlobe and began whispering to her, “I’ve missed you so much love. The sound of your voice, the smell of your skin, the way you taste, and the way you feel. Oh gods have I missed the way you feel. Hermione come undone for me….please….I want to see you come undone.”

Hermione’s moans increased as he spoke and she rocked her hips faster and pressed into his leg, “Oh Gods….yes....ohhhh Draco….oh!” Her eyes opened wide as he back arched and a shudder ran down her body. When she gasped for a breath her body sagged against the door and she panted.

Draco looked at her and his eyes were like quicksilver, and when Hermione looked up into his eyes her cheeks turned bright red. Draco moved his leg and removed his hands and took a careful step back, “Hermione….I…I’m so…I’m so sorry…please…forgive me.”

Hermione looked at him and then turned and opened the door, “I…I need to go. I think breakfast is ready, and I’d like to get to the park with Orion before it gets crowded.”

He watched her walk out of the room and the door close softly behind her. His slacks were uncomfortably tight around the bulge of his cock straining against them. He was going to need a seriously cold shower, and even then he was going to have to take care of the problem himself. Kicking himself wasn’t going to do any good, but he couldn’t help regret what he’d done.

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A/N: Hey guys, so I'm not really sure how I'm feeling about this chapter so a little feedback could help. I do, however, promise that I'll be explaining Hermione's reaction to the events in this chapter in the next. As always thank you so much for reading, and please review!!! They nourish my muse :)
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