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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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“What brings you here Granger?” Malfoy asked for the second time that evening. Hermione looked away from him and rested a shaky hand on a nearby bookcase. Her body was still feeling the effects from the illusion. She was incredibly wet and quaking for release. Despite the fact that her mind didn’t understand what was happening to her, her body still begged for the attention he had been lavishing on her moments prior. “How did you get in” Malfoy continued. Everything played out exactly the way it had before but even when she didn’t dare speak his name, he still kissed her. Her body roared to life at his touch and by the time the scene restarted for a third time she was teetering closely to the end of her composure. Malfoy stepped into the room with the same furious expression she had seen twice over “what brings you here Granger?”

It was crazy that only a kiss was chipping away at her self control. But it was. Over and over again he kissed her no matter how she responded, pressing that body against hers, grinding his erection into her stomach. She was quite literally on the edge of something explosive. She could feel that the space between her legs was soaked through. Any other time she would have been embarrassed, but something was happening here forcing her to re-live the most sexually amazing experience of her life and her body was not resetting with it. Every single encounter forced the tension to build and build until she was arching her body towards him shamelessly, completely desperate for his touch. Hermione wished more than anything he would just stroke her with his fingers. That he would brush them up against her aching peaks or even slip them into her sweats and tease her a bit. Anything that would push her over the edge, anything that would end this sweet torment he was unknowingly inflicting on her time and time again.

Hermione had apparently broken some aspect of the time magic of Grimmauld Place when she entered this room. She had no clue how she had done it, and wondered briefly if she would be stuck re-living this kiss forever. She knew she had to try something different on the next reboot, but Malfoy was taking off his tie again and fixing her with that steady sexy stare. Hermione was confident that she could fix this broken spell somehow but decided to enjoy his affections one last time before she was forced to return to real life.

Draco didn’t know the exact moment he had decided to loop this encounter with Granger but it had to have been in the space of a second. He had been reaching for his wand to take her to his bed, when the idea caught hold of him. It had been a true stroke of genius and before he could even think it through he had cast the spell and found himself right outside his green door. Draco had been delighted to see that Granger had retained her memory as he intended but quickly had to remember the first thing he had said to her. By the third kiss she was a mess of nerves and sensitivity, but by the seventh she was completely ready for him to have her. He could smell her pungent arousal in the air around them as he took her mouth. It seemed as if his time manipulation training was paying off. Draco had fortunately managed to reset everything except his memory and found himself quite proud of the fact. So every time he walked into the room he’d grow a new erection rather than have the crazy build up that she was experiencing. Realistically though, he was getting turned on before he even walked into the room at the thought of what was waiting for him there. He could tell that Granger didn’t know what was happening to her, and had long since resigned herself over to his ministrations. She was close and if the acute dilation of her eyes was anything to go by, she would only need one small touch to send her over.

Draco wanted to pat himself on the back, this idea had been brilliant. It wasn’t quite enough but it was amazing to keep getting a taste of her. Granted he could still break the loop by opening his door and taking her to his bed. But somehow the idea didn’t sit quite right with him. She was beyond reason at this point and now that he knew that Granger wanted him almost as much as he wanted her, he was content to wait until she begged for it. But only when she was in her right mind, he didn’t like the idea of taking advantage of this situation and this torment was enough of a punishment for her. Granger shifted her hips forward, causing him to moan at the sensation. She was getting to the point where she would soon reach for him, once she established that he wasn’t going to do anything more than kiss her. He decided to end it here at this last encounter and felt as she began to move her hands, he brought his fingers down away from the door to his wand. But was surprised when instead of reaching to pull him closer, she stroked his cheek softly and whispered into the kiss.

Malfoy groaned as she wiggled her hips and applied sweet pressure to his engorged shaft. He bit on her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and pressed even closer. Hermione was awash with sensation; her body had reached the point of no return and was teetering on the edge, unable to go over. His tongue stroked smoothly against her own for a moment, before he placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. But it wasn’t enough and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get him to do anything else. Holding back a moan as he moved his body against her own in a slow rhythm; Hermione brought her hands up to his face this time and stroked his cheeks. “Thank you for this beautiful experience Draco” she whispered against his lips just as she touched him causing everything to immediately shift. Hermione caught herself in time before stumbling toward the black door and stood waiting for the few seconds to pass that it would take Malfoy to enter the room. As she expected he did and the same expressions she had seen multiple times flashed across his features. “What brings you here Granger” he asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to explain, but was thrown off by his question. It was the same words but the inflection was wrong, and instead of the cold fury that had been apparent before, there was the hint of a smirk on his face. Hermione’s eyes widened and the swift realization that he HAD cursed her, forced her to take a quick step toward him. “What did you do to me Malfoy!?” He cocked his head to the side but only closed the door behind himself instead of answering. “What did you do?” She repeated louder, suddenly feeling angrier with each passing second. Malfoy took a slow step in her direction and removed his tie just as he had done so many times before. He stopped to watch as it fell to the floor and then fixed her with a sly smirk “I control time Granger, I simply tweaked your reality a bit.” Comprehension dawned and she shook her head as if to deny it. There was no way that he could have done something like that without her knowing. She hadn’t even felt the effect of the spell. If what he had said was true, how dare he place her in a time loop! She was suddenly even angrier at what his words implied. Her body was still on edge and primed for release because of him! She had been of half a mind to take care of the overwhelming pressure low between her legs herself despite the fact that Malfoy would have been there. She had been pushed past all her boundaries and despite the fact that she was regaining some of her control, she was still completely ready to orgasm.

Malfoy’s mouth widened into a grin as if he knew where her thoughts had gone and he took another step toward her. “You’re welcome by the way” he added suddenly, moving even closer. The cocky way he said it pulled her from her reverie and further infuriated her. She never had violent tendencies but in this moment she wanted nothing more than to slap him. “For what” she spat “for you gracing me with your presence, oh precious Malfoy?” His eyes narrowed slightly at this, but despite her taunt, he moved closer still, cornering her by the black door as he had done many times before. He brought his hands up beside her face and placed them on the door mimicking his earlier move “no, for the beautiful experience.”

Hermione felt her mouth fall open and her cheeks flush. She was suddenly mortified and her anger shrunk away under the pressure. “You could remember! This entire time! You repeated this countless times and could remember all of it! What are you playing at! Harry said you couldn’t do time magic, that it was too dangerous!” She didn’t realize she was yelling until the end of it, but found that she didn’t even care. Malfoy took his sweet time answering, choosing instead to run his eyes over her as if appraising what he saw. “Moving an entire estate 90 years is dangerous Granger, going back 30 minutes is fun.” It was all like a surreal slap in the face. Never had she acted so wanton, never had she been on the receiving end of such intense passion and all of this for what? She had truly meant it when she had thanked him. This had been the most beautiful moment of her life but considering he had intentionally done the things he had she felt completely foolish.

Hermione wanted nothing more than to escape. She firmly regretted even bothering to investigate him, here she was completely aroused and accosted by a man she was positive she didn’t even like properly. “I despise you” she told him fiercely, staring up at him defiantly despite the situation. “Oh, I don’t think that’s true Granger. Plus you can’t be mad at me for something that never happened” then he grinned as if he had been extremely proud of himself and she was lost. It had most certainly happened! He had kissed her, she knew he had and she could feel it still. The fact that they were numerous moments in time that technically never existed did not do anything to console her or alleviate the desire coursing through her veins. Here he was but a breath away and all she could think about was how she would let him kiss her again if he tried. Granted she hated that small truth but she would accept it despite the situation and learn from it. This would never happen again, she vowed to herself. But first she needed to get away from him and soon. “Why can I remember then? If it never happened then how can I remember?” His grin widened into a genuine smile and his eyes dipped down to her mouth for a moment “because I allowed you to, the room kept looping but not us. Not entirely I should say. The room was reset to how it was exactly when I first entered; therefore you were placed in your original position. However I modified the spell to keep our time lines separate. You were not affected directly which is why you didn’t feel the spell.”

“That is most likely illegal Malfoy”

“So is breaking and entering” he returned smoothly. Hermione frowned but he seemed to ignore it “speaking of which why are you here Granger?”

After all she had been through; it seemed almost a relief to finally be able to answer the question. She met his gaze squarely “what are you plotting? Out of all the places to live, why here with Harry when your reputation is restored?” Malfoy took a step back at this, and the space helped her regain her wits. “Nothing at all Granger” she laughed sarcastically at this and rolled her eyes “I hardly believe you.” He took another step away from her “would you like a tour?” Hermione took a step toward him “no, I want you to tell me what it is you’re planning.” He went to his piano and sat on the bench “How did you get in?”

“Trial and error with a bit of luck” she told him matter-of-factly, moving away from the black door and standing in the center of the room facing him. Malfoy nodded at this and leaned back against the instrument. “Interesting Granger, only a mind like yours could have figured out my key.” Considering he was so far away from the exit, Hermione acknowledged that she should have probably left the room right then and there. But something made her want to gravitate in his direction. The hum of arousal was slipping away and she felt more and more like herself every passing second but she still took the slow steps toward him. “I don’t trust your intentions and I’m willing to do anything to protect Harry.” Malfoy only regarded her carefully before crossing his legs at the knee. “This very room existed in the manor before the war completely destroyed it. It belonged to my grandmother years ago and was passed down to me, when I altered the Grimmauld I brought it back. If I wanted to harm Potter I could, easily.” Then he reached for his wand.

Suddenly Hermione was back against the black door with Malfoy hovering above her. They were in exactly the same spot as they had been before he had moved away and sat at the piano. She couldn’t help but gasp out alarmed. “Stop doing that to me, you do not control me Malfoy!”

   “I control time Granger, not usually but definitely when I need to. I have no plans against Potter.” He leaned down to her and her eyes widened at the close proximity but she did her best to keep her focus “prove it.” She was rewarded with another grin “you already know it Granger.” She raised her chin and met his stare full on “I know nothing of you except that you abuse powerful magic and take extreme precautions with securing your wing of the house.” Malfoy studied her for a moment and any hint of mirth fell from his face. “I’ve sworn a wizard’s oath to your precious Potter. He declined the idea at first but it happened eventually just for the sake of the people like you who don’t leave well enough alone. Sorry to disappoint you Granger” he added sarcastically before continuing “but ask him for yourself.” She frowned at this, if what he was saying was true, Hermione would be forced to accept the slim possibility that Malfoy had changed. It wasn’t that she wanted to believe the worst in him; it was just harder to believe the alternative. “Ok fine, so we work under the assumption that what you’re saying is true. Why all the secrecy then? What are behind these identical doors?” His eyes lit up “bedrooms”, Hermione found that to be unlikely “you have two of them Malfoy? A master and a guest room I suppose?” He simply shook his head “no a bed room for witches and another for muggle woman.”

“What?” she asked incredulously, not making the connection. He took a small step closer to her so that she was flush against the door and brought his face level with her own. “The door I’ve got you pressed against is where I take my witches and the door across the hall is where I take my muggles. I can’t have the muggle woman seeing this room can I? So when I turn my key to the right the room is spelled to raise the perception filter. All the muggles see is a normal room with a piano, but when I turn my key to the left, the witches get to see this treasure.” Hermione frowned as she understood; Malfoy had developed a system for his philandering ways. But despite the tense air around them and her disapproval over his lifestyle; she couldn’t help but think the spell work for such an intricate perception filter impressive. “Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I’ve always been secretive. I also have some of the rarest books ever created in this library as well as delicate company information. Who wouldn’t place a lock on their door? This room is magnificent and truly unique, why wouldn’t I spend the majority of my time entertaining here?” He studied her for a moment longer. “But you figured all of that out already, didn’t you Granger and now we’re at an impasse. I may not like you but I mean you no harm. For example I could do anything I wanted to you, to punish you for breaking into here and I could charm the room to make you forget as you left.”

“But you won’t because apparently you’re a changed man” she challenged quickly. He nodded “exactly, so stop wasting time acting as if you don’t believe it, when the proof is all there. You’re too smart to act dull.” He was looking self-assured again and honestly Hermione had long outgrown holding grudges. If Harry trusted him then maybe she could try to as well considering she was living with him now. Malfoy was right, he could have done anything and he had chosen to simply reset time. To make matters worse, it hadn't been that much of a disciplinarian action; the time loops hadn’t been all that bad per say. Her anger had died off leaving behind only the gentle ache between her legs. She had questions, tons of them but now was not the time to delve any deeper into the workings of Draco Malfoy. He had proven himself to her with his blunt honesty and he had bested her with magic she didn’t even fully comprehend. She wanted to confirm certain details about the nature of his friendship with Harry but that was neither here nor there at the moment. She was drained from the experience and just needed to return to the world outside the green door. The world where she understood everything and was safe from being forced to relive portions of her life.

They were both quiet for a long moment and Draco could only look at her. Somehow he felt more exposed than he intended and didn’t know when the shift had occurred. He hadn’t meant to be honest with her; he had wanted to make her stay away from him. But halfway through this encounter the overwhelming need for her acceptance destroyed that plan when she dared him to prove his worth. To make matters worse he could no longer deny that he was interested in her. She had figured out how to get into his wing for Merlin’s sake! Regardless of how she accomplished it, no ordinary witch or wizard would have ever figured it out. She must’ve thought to check the locking mechanism itself, and then stumbled onto the solution.

Draco was impressed as he had always secretly been with her intellect. It made her far more appealing and interesting than any of the other witches he saw on a daily basis. It was a relief to be able to read the acceptance in her eyes, she may not have trusted him yet but she didn’t suspect him of anything anymore. He felt no malice, anger or anything remotely negative coming from her and it took a weight he hadn’t known he had been harboring off his shoulders.

Suddenly he was focusing on her face, looking into her large chocolate eyes at a loss for words because despite his mastery over time and the ever present reality, he could not escape the quick beating in his chest. No other witch will do the thought ringing out in his head crystal clear among the rest. The clandestine realization humbled him. For the first time with a woman it wasn’t just sex, Draco wanted more. But despite his desires the gravity of the situation ripped away any hope he had for the prospect of ever romancing Granger. Once she left this room, they would go back to being just as they were. She would be the golden girl who was expected to marry Weasley and he would be faced with marriage contracts and deep scrutiny. He would never be able to have her. Not the way he wanted at least. He broke their gaze and suddenly felt as exhausted as she looked. Draco hadn’t intended to ever be faced with his own feelings, especially when he had been so set on ignoring them.

Then the direction of his thoughts shifted and all at once he was angry and discouraged, pissed that he had ruined his chance with her before he had even known that he would want one. What the wizarding world at large thought didn’t matter to Draco. But he knew it would to her and so Granger would have her perfect happy ever after with anyone that wasn’t him. Anyone that wasn’t a former Death Eater. Draco needed to end this and move on. He couldn’t very well ignore her because they lived together but he knew that this infatuation he had developed had to end for his sake. It would be pointless to think anything would ever happen between them and that realization made him sigh.



            Malfoy suddenly sighed and she wondered where his thoughts had led. He looked more serious in that moment than Hermione had ever seen him. “Why did you kiss me?” she asked off handedly, giving a voice to her most prevalent thought. He shrugged “to punish you”, but his tone wasn’t convincing and she didn’t believe that to be true for a moment. She knew why he had kissed her and she wanted him to say it aloud. To let her have at least that small victory for the evening “you could have done anything, why a kiss?”

“Let’s not discuss the possibility of something, neither one of us want to admit Granger” She nodded at his curt answer, he was right of course. They would pass this evening off as a fluke and deny that it ever happened. Truth be told, time had restarted so technically it really HADN'T happened; but she didn’t even know where to begin with convincing her body of that fact. Hermione had fit against his tall frame perfectly, and she knew that she would never forget how he would growl into her mouth every time she pressed herself closer. It had all been so utterly passionate. Hermione squeezed her thighs together at the sudden memories. Malfoy followed the movement with his eyes but waved his hand and the green door swung open to reveal the familiar expanse of Grimmauld she was genuinely elated to see.

Hermione went to step around him but he suddenly came forward pressing her against the black door that she would never forget the feel of once more. Her breath hitched, and the awareness of this not being another loop in time brought her slightly waned arousal back to full swing. She wanted to be disgusted with her own reaction but she was well aware that no witch in her position could handle this sexually aggressive Malfoy. He was lethal and dangerous and yet so obviously tame, that she knew he would do nothing but give her the best experiences and never go too far without her permission. “I could take care of you, you know” he murmured suddenly, bringing his face down and placing a warm kiss to her neck. Hermione shuddered at the new sensation and let out a soft moan when he ran a hand up her knee and applied gentle pressure low on her stomach.

Draco hid his face as he kissed her, knowing full well that she would never understand the double meaning behind his words. To be perfectly honest, he didn’t even know what he was saying anymore. He was just in a place he had never been, and harboring a sudden swell of emotion that was making him near delirious. She had been so eager to leave but the bigger part of him wanted her to stay. He wasn’t in love with Granger, not by a long shot but he had developed an affinity for her. He would have done a better job of taking care of her than Weasley would no doubt soon be doing. Draco inhaled her scent deeply, hiding his true intentions behind sensual caresses and open mouthed kisses. If anything, he wanted to be able to remember this moment before he let her go.

Hermione had the strangest feeling that there was suddenly something wrong between them. Malfoy had sounded more melancholic than anything. But her thoughts were quickly wiped away as he rained hot kisses down her neck and shoulder. He brought his hand even lower and slipped his fingers into the cleft between her thighs, stroking briefly. “I imagine you quite need the release” he whispered before removing his fingers much to her dismay. She found herself reaching forward to try and bring him closer but as she did she was suddenly stumbling face first into the black door.

She swung around at the noise of another door opening and raised a brow at the wizard who was back to where he began at the start of this. Malfoy motioning that she was free to go and crossed his arms. She straightened her shoulders and began to make her way to the door. But just as she went to pass him, he held out a hand in front of her. “When you’re thinking about this later, remember that technically nothing happened. There is no need to feel any guilt where Weasley’s concerned.” Hermione paled, she had completely forgotten about Ronald this entire time! There she had been wantonly enjoying this handsome wizard’s attention when the entire reason for Ronald being upset had basically been validated by her actions. How could she not think about him, not even once? Though technically time had not passed, Hermione had just spent hours with the blonde.

Malfoy must’ve recognized the silence for what it was because he suddenly turned her toward him as if to reassure her. “You did nothing wrong Granger. Honesty it was all me. But if you're going to be a martyr about this later, then I can take the memories if you want.” She shook her head more vehemently than she ought at this. Simultaneously wondering why he would care and affirming that there was definitely no way he was going to take away the memories of this night. Hermione had no clue how to feel about it all but she had suddenly decided to not think about it until she was ready and now was certainly not the time. All she wanted was the solace of her bedroom and sleep. Hermione took a step back and watched as his hands fell down to his sides. “I’m not particularly in the mood for anymore magic tonight Malfoy, I’ll survive.” Then she gave the magnificent room one last look before walking away and escaping into her room.

Draco could only frown after her departure; there was this unexplainable tightening in his chest. He felt foolish for letting everything get out of hand like he had. He needed to think and unwind from the evening’s events because he could hardly recognize himself whenever Granger was involved. Draco shut the green door quietly and raised his wand to the keyhole. Bringing it forward and turning the wood all the way to the right, he heard a familiar series of clicks. Reaching forward and pulling the door toward himself, he looked into the large room that housed everything that was the most valuable to him. His study was locked in time the same way Grimmauld was, but could only be accessed from inside his wing. He had a third bedroom that was attached as well as a full bath. Draco put away his wand and took a step inside but before he closed the door he took one last look at the room that had become his sanctuary. No matter how much comfort it had offered in the past, Draco knew that it would never be the same. He took one last look up to the bright moon that had so many times been his inspiration and did his best to remember that all good things came to an end.

            Behind the black door at number 12 Grimmauld Place, a figure could be seen writhing on the overly large bed. Fingers furiously working at the space between her thighs, stroking and kneading the little bundle of nerves until the quaking began deep within. Her hips arched away from the soft mattress and her thighs clamped together keeping the steady little fingers right where they were. She had her eyes closed, envisioning a certain blonde attacking her with warm and wet kisses. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed up against her. The tremors continued slow and steady before growing and quickening until she could barely help but cry out. A slim finger slipped lower until it was circling her moist slit, adding just enough pressure to send her over the edge completely. She rode the waves of pleasure until her body felt too tired to move, until her fingers were too cramped to continue. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt and shot delicious warmth everywhere. She laid there for a moment eyes half shut, listening to her own erratic breaths, unable to hold back a saucy smile. She couldn’t believe what she had done and just before she dozed off, bones weary and completely relaxed, there was only one thought rebounding in her head over and over again “Draco.”

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