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Daylight	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The trek down to Draco’s office had been uncharacteristically silent. Hermione was nervous. Why in the world had Harry come to Texas? There was no reason other than he was coming to take her back to England. But how did he find out where she was?
Draco led them into his office and held out the chair for Hermione. When she and Harry were seated next to one another and Draco across the desk from them, Draco asked, “So, what’s this about then, Potter?”
Harry was wearing a deep frown under his messy mop of hair. “This whole business has been concluded and I have gotten permission to take Hermione home.”
Draco’s voice was emotionless, but he was frowning as he answered, “You do understand that she must be a witness at the trial of this man, in a month?”
Harry stiffened and Hermione could see he had his hand balled in a tight fist on his leg. “It doesn’t matter, she’s to come with me.”
“You also understand that she has been under an extreme amount of danger for the past few days?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Harry leaned forward and said more forcefully, “She’s to come with me, Malfoy.” His voice was full of the old hatred Hermione remembered suddenly.
“And finally, she remains ward of the Headmaster, she remains under my protection, Potter.” Draco’s voice betrayed his anger when he hissed Harry’s last name.
Harry stood, “It doesn’t matter,” He grabbed Hermione’s arm and yanked her to her feet. His fingers were digging painfully into her arm. “She’s to come with me.” He started to turn and tried to drag Hermione with him.
She yanked her arm back, not caring about how hard he pinched her arm. She succeeded in wrenching her arm free from his iron grip and punched him in the arm. He looked at her, astonished at her actions. “Harry. I am so sick of everyone talking like I’m not in the room.”
“No one was talking like you’re not here.”
“You never even bothered to ask how I am! Nor if Malfoy has been taking care of me! Nor if I even want to leave!”
His eyebrows shot up even further, “Alright, why would you want to stay?”
“Why would I want to leave?” She challenged him. She was incredibly angry at him for treating her like a child. He had always done that, though, expected her to go along with whatever his plans were. Well, no more. “There is nothing for me to go back to.”
“Nothing? What is there for you to stay for?” He looked a little hurt, but she was trying not to be bothered by it. He was her friend, or so he said. When was the last time he had listened to her?
“A chance of happiness, Harry.”
“You can’t stay here, Hermione.”
Aghast, she asked him, “Why not?”
His eyes flicked to Malfoy, “It’s not safe!”
Oh, I see. “Why would you say that?!” She forced incredulousness.
His tone became one she imagined he used on his children and fanned the flames of her anger, “Malfoy is here, Hermione. How can you be safe?”
Sarcastically, she answered, “Yes Harry, I know Malfoy is here. He’s right there.” She pointed at him, “He’s been protecting me for the last three days. He’s been at my side the whole time. And where were you?” She jabbed her finger into his chest angrily.
“Trying to get here! You think we can all get transported by imitation elf magic? And anyway, Malfoy, protecting you? Are you sure?”
Draco drawled behind her, “Well, that is slightly rude,” In his most sarcastic voice.
She nearly laughed. Instead she forced herself to say, “Yes, Malfoy is here, that’s why I’m safe.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her, “You can’t be safe with Malfoy.”
“Safer than I ever was with you.” She quipped, looking away from him. “Surely you can see that.”
He huffed and when she looked back at him, he was angrier than she had ever seen him. “No. I cannot see that.”
“Well, maybe it’s because you can’t see the world the same way as I do.”
His eyes widened, “What the hell does that mean?”
“Not everything is black and white, Harry.”
“You said the same thing about that Sir guy.”
She felt herself blush, she hadn’t had a chance to ask Draco about any of this stuff. Well, if it’s going to come out, at least it’ll be more fun this way. “Yes, Harry I did. And you didn’t understand then. I can hardly expect you to understand it now.”
“Hermione- he beat you!”
“How many times must we go over this? It’s not beating if it is consensual!”
“Ginny told me about the bruises! She told me he used a rod! It’s not like you asked for that!”
She sighed wearily, this was becoming a way for him to try and embarrass her. “I asked him to. My sexual preferences are not any of your business, Harry.”
“They are when you’re black and blue!”
She laughed sarcastically, “Yeah? You try and embarrass me. While we’re at it, what about the girl?”
“What girl?” He looked at her suspiciously.
“Arys! The one you cheated on Ginny with!” She was infuriated at him, she had never been so angry at anyone her whole life.
“How did you-”
She cut him off, “It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past Harry.” She saw he was finally starting to listen. “Same as all this resentment for Draco. All the things you think you know about him are ten years old.”
He stiffened, “Draco now, is it?”
She finally lost her patience, “You’re fucking right it is! Stop trying to control me! You are no brother or guardian of mine who can order me about!”
His face turned red and his eyes were flashing in anger. “Fine, stay here with this scum. Let him beat you. Don’t expect me to ever come back for you.” His voice was shaking in rage but his tone was sincere.
“Potter.” Draco said flatly.
He turned quickly and half yelled, “What Malfoy?”
“I would never beat her.”
Harry stared at him. Hermione stared at him. Harry finally said, “What would you do?”
“Cherish her. As you should have. As a friend.” Draco stood and folded his arms across his chest. “You both are being insane. Take a deep breath and allow yourselves a moment to reflect on what has been said.” He waited.
Hermione pulled in a deep breath and held it for a moment. It came out in a remorseful sigh. How could she have said those things to Harry? She looked over at her friend and saw an expression on his face she had not seen in a long time. Harry grabbed her and pulled her into a rough embrace. He whispered an apology and she returned it.
Draco cleared his throat and Harry let her go. “You swear she is safe here, Malfoy?” Harry asked.
“She is,” Hermione answered with a frown.
Harry smiled down at her. “Sorry. You’re right. If you want to stay, it’s not for me to tell you no,” He sighed. “Tell me what happened.”
Hermione sighed and gestured for him to sit again. He did and she followed his example. She told him about the last few days, leaving out the bookcase kiss and how she had slept the night before. His face went from amazement to dread to terror to happiness and pride during her story. When she told him about Draco being voted Headmaster, Harry looked at Draco with something resembling respect in his green eyes. Draco looked back blandly.
It was almost noon by the time she finished her tale. Harry sat back in his chair at the end and crossed his arms over his chest, frowning in thought. “So. Why you two?”
“I would guess it’s a simple matter of where we were. He must have been living in Edinburgh,” Draco answered.
Harry sighed. “I remember that you had to torture the boy’s father. Voldemort,” At the mention of the name, Draco winced. “Showed it to me through the link he had created.”
Draco scratched his fingers through his hair in agitation. “Yes, Potter. And then he had my father kill him. Doubtless this helps our investigation.” His sarcasm seemed a way to cover his guilt, to Hermione.
“How old was he?” Harry asked, ignoring Draco’s sarcasm.
“I would guess maybe 15? Possibly as old at 17, but his father was so tall… I can’t imagine he’s had enough growth spurts to be much older than that.” Hermione answered, puzzled.
“So they’ll try him as a minor,” Harry said. “In a month you said?” He asked of Draco.
Draco nodded in response. “Now, if that’s all, we should lunch. I have other matters to attend to.”
Harry stood as though his seat was on fire. “I apologize to have taken up so much of your time.” He offered his hand uncertainly across the desk. “Congratulations on your appointment.”
Draco took the hand and shook it while looking like he would bolt if Harry even reached for his wand. “Thank you,” He answered uncertainly. “And congratulations, belatedly for both your marriage and for the new pregnancy.” He added, his polite mask on again. That icy politeness which showed none of his true emotions.
Harry grinned and told him thanks. Draco led them to the stairs. As they were climbing, Harry asked her, “How many times did you go up and down these stairs?”
“Seems like a million, Harry.” She answered with a laugh.
In the cafeteria, Harry did the same as her first meal in the Mission, got several types of barbeque to test. Hermione was remembering how much Harry and Ron ate while they were at school with a smile on her face. She hadn’t thought of their school years in a long time. Draco sat with them and they went over some other details of the last few days.
Harry asked her again if she was sure she wanted to stay, rather than come home with him. She told him again that she was going to stay. She had told him of her revelations about freedom when she had told him about Rowle staring at her from the floor, but he seemed to not comprehend completely. Draco was called over to another table and he excused himself for a moment. Harry gripped Hermione’s forearm painfully and whispered to her, “Has he cast some spell on you? How the hell did he get that appointment?”
She frowned and shook her wrist free from his grip. “Harry, this is the first time you have seen him in about ten years, right?” He nodded and she grabbed her iced tea. Sipping, she remembered the way Draco had convinced her to believe he was a different man. “Why would you think he is the same person? Are you the same person you were back then? I know for a fact you are not.”
He looked offended. “I think I’m the same person.”
“If you are, Harry, then that’s a problem.” She answered, completely astonished that he would be comfortable with being the same person he was in school.
He looked away from her, thinking for a moment. She gave him the time to think as she ate some of her salad. After a moment, he asked her, “How did he become Headmaster?”
Draco sat in front of him as he finished his question and answered, “The school board voted me in. Apparently, I am overqualified for it and they unanimously elected me the youngest Headmaster this school has ever seen."
“But what about your past?” Harry asked him bluntly.
Draco smirked, “That was my first question as well. They cleared me of all charges thanks to your testimony, Potter. Don’t you remember giving it?”
Harry snorted, “You got your position because I told them to clear you? You’re kidding.”
Draco shook his head, still smirking. “You wouldn’t believe what a favorable word from his saviorship will do for a former Death Eater. And anyway, I do have two degrees in education administration and another in Psychology. Did you think I just coasted into being the second-in-command of a school?”
Hermione was shocked at this information. She hadn’t known how or why Draco was not in Azkaban until now. Had Harry really spoken for him? “Harry, if you believed in him then, what’s the problem now?”
Harry stared at Draco searching for something in his face. “Why did you come here, then?” He asked his former enemy.
“To get away from the death threats.” Draco answered simply, taking a bite of potato salad as he finished.
“You?” Harry asked, taken aback.
Draco nodded, still chewing. After he had swallowed, he said, “You think your word convinced everyone I was innocent? Hell, even I know I wasn’t innocent. That doesn’t mean I did things I did out of free will, though. I was tortured daily,” He seemed very uncomfortable to talk about it. Hermione wanted to take his hand, but he was examining his fingers to cover his unease. “They tortured my mother and father in front of me,” His voice was getting quieter as he remembered.
He cleared his throat and looked at Harry again, his silvery eyes shining in defiance, “But that wasn’t enough. Everyone else had to torture me too. When I was drunk, I didn’t give a shit about any of it. So I stayed drunk, Potter. When I had business in Edinburgh one day, I was transported here. They took me in, reeling from sunstroke and drunk off firewhiskey. They helped me get back together. Nothing like that was offered to me by the light side of the war. Oh no, they would have loved me to fall drunk in the gutter and get run over by a car. It would have been all over the papers, maybe it would have knocked even your saintly self off the front cover for a day. Wouldn’t that have been interesting? A death of a Death Eater outshining even the great Harry Potter?”
Hermione read the emotions written all over her friend’s face. Harry was battling with fury, pity, sadness, and guilt all at once. “Malfoy, I never… I never realized how it must have been.” Harry said quietly.
“Well, how could you? You were taken off to the metaphorical palace while the rest of us were dying in the streets.” Draco sounded very bitter.
Hermione put a silencing hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Anyway, if we are quite finished insulting one another, perhaps we could actually have a pleasant conversation?” She asked.
Draco stared at her for a moment, his fork halfway to his mouth and then suddenly started laughing. Harry chuckled almost immediately.
Harry left an hour or so later. He had his own appointments to make. Draco invited her back down to his library for her to read while he finished his day. She acquiesced and found herself curled up in his bed deeply engrossed in a book she had been meaning to read about the uses of Phoenix tears on terminal illnesses when a voice announced it was time for dinner.
She jumped a few feet in the air, it seemed, when the strange voice had called out “Suppertime!” in the silence of his private rooms. She looked around startled, trying to find the owner of the voice. It called out again, louder, as she was looking in the direction of the grandfather clock and she happened to see the magically made mouth of the blind old man’s face moving. “Ok, I heard you,” She said quietly.
The clock hollered “WHAT?”
She realized it was a grandfather clock. It was probably hard of hearing. She laughed to herself at the notion and hollered at it, “OK, I HEARD YOU, THANKS!”
Draco entered as she was laughing to herself for speaking to a clock. “Did the clock tell you, then?” He asked smiling at her.
She was still laughing and she had to wipe away tears from her eyes. Something about the clock had just tickled her so. He sat down on the bed quietly as she was giggling, so she told him, “It was a grandfather clock,” and another wave of giggles started.
He was chuckling. “Primrose thought it was too funny not to buy it for me for my birthday last year.”
She started laughing again, snorting and was slightly embarrassed at it. She was trying to stop laughing. “Sorry,” She told him between laughs, “I don’t usually snort.”
He reached out to her and pulled her across the bed. His fingers started tickling her ribs and she started screaming laughter. She tried to pull his fingers away from her and when that didn’t work, she tried wiggling herself away from him. He climbed onto the bed to follow her then pinned her hips between his strong legs. He kept tickling her, laughing at her shrieks of laughter. “Please ahhahah, please stop!” She shouted while laughing. She started snorting again while trying to breathe in.
“Don’t usually snort, huh?” He asked, laughing while he spoke.
He closed his eyes in laughter, so she grabbed his shoulders and catapulted herself over him. Their legs got tangled and she hit his head with hers, but neither of them seemed to notice. He lay underneath her, letting her small hands hold his wrists down. She was trying to figure out how she could hold him down and tickle him in revenge.
She felt him relax and he regarded her above him. She had moved her legs so they would hold her weight and only when she saw the look in his eye did she realize she was straddling him and he was hard under her. She was pressed up against his hard frame so her shorter arms could hold his above his head and she was still breathing hard and probably flushed from her laughter. She smirked and brought his hands under her knees to hold them. He didn’t resist.
She dragged her hands up his sides, feeling for that telltale shudder so she would know where he was ticklish. She lifted herself up slightly in order to watched her hands. When she did, she felt his hardness throbbing against her and glanced at his face. He was regarding her seriously, all mirth gone from his features. When she met his eyes, he told her quietly, “I’m not ticklish, Granger.”
She frowned, “I thought we agreed we were tired of that, Malfoy.”
He smirked, his eyes regarded her seriously. “What did Potter mean about that ‘Sir’ comment earlier? Is it what I think it is?”
She frowned deeper, her fit of giggles totally forgotten. “I don’t know what you think it means.” She answered, evasively.
“Is little Granger into some darker sides of sex?” His tone was playful and his expression changed to match it. She could see seriousness behind his eyes though.
She arched an eyebrow at him, “Maybe I am, what of it?” She asked, challenging him.
“Does it excite you, Granger? To have someone dominate you? Does the little lioness need someone stronger than her to get off?”
She could hear the playfulness of his tone, but his eyes…. His eyes spoke of something else. Interest? “Maybe,” She said as she lowered her body to be closer to him than she had been. She pressed her body against him with her hands on his shoulders and wiggled her hips slightly, using the time he was distracted to lean upward to whisper in his ear, “I don’t submit so easily, Draco,” In what she hoped was a seductive manner.
She heard him growl and suddenly his hands were stroking along the crease where her butt met her thighs. She had never even known that spot was sensitive, much less that it would turn her on. She felt her body react instantly, that clench of desire caused her to whimper and she felt her hips lifting to give him better access to wherever he wanted to touch. “You will,” He whispered hoarsely into her ear. She felt his lips on her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. “I will make you moan for me soon enough,” He finished against her neck.
She had been so preoccupied with his lips and words that she hardly noticed he had moved his fingers towards her center. She told him, “Challenge accepted,” and bit her lip roughly when he stroked across her outer lips while biting her neck at the same time. Fuck, she thought. He was good. He thrust upwards as he repeated the same tactic and she nearly moaned. Only just begun and I’ve nearly lost already, She thought to herself.
While she was distracted with her body’s response to his ministrations, he quickly flipped them over and lowered his mouth to hers while stroking along her ribs. They weren’t so ticklish now. She found herself wrapping her tongue around his and arching her body to be closer to his. He grunted slightly and stroked a thumb against the side of her breast. She made a small noise, but it was not a moan. He stopped kissing her long enough to take a breath and lowered his lips to her neck and collarbone. His hand traced the outline of her breast and her back arched toward it.
He lifted his face and looked down at her with a smirk on his face. “Oh, you’re so good,” He purred. He thrust against her and she caught her voice in her throat before he could hear it. He cocked his head to the side and feigned confusion, “What’s wrong, Hermione,” He said in that same low voice. Can a voice be sexy? She wondered. His was. She noticed his hand was lifting her shirt, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging him to go faster. He started on her neck again. “Don’t you want me to keep going?” He asked her as he started lowering his lips to her chest.
“Yes,” She said quickly, her voice sounded breathless and the word came out very fast.
He chuckled with his head between her breasts, kissing her through the cloth as he continued his descent. His hand had already exposed her stomach. He paused with his breath ghosting across her overly sensitive skin to ask her, “Are you sure?”
She looked down at him. He was staring up at her under the fringe of his hair. A serious question? NOW? She thought to herself. Aloud she answered, “Yes, Draco.”
He smirked, “Must not be doing a good job, since you’re not moaning yet.” He lowered his lips to her belly and she nearly moaned at the contact. He licked a little spot and blew on it, she felt her back arch. Her hands were somehow in his hair. He lifted her shirt while she had her back lifted off the bed and she felt his hands going under it to unhook her bra. His fingers went underneath it at her sides and lifted it so her breasts were freed. He moved his mouth upwards and nipped above her ribs.
She bit her lip again, in agony of trying to remain silent. His tongue slipped below her underwire and touched the bottom of her aching breast. “Please, Draco,” She heard herself whimper.
He quickly sat up and lifted her leg before she had time to react. He smacked her bottom while telling her, “Call me sir,” In a harsh voice. She forgot his challenge as the order and the low pain caused her to moan.
“Yes sir,” She said, moaning as he resumed his former position.
“What a good girl you are,” He purred, lifting her shirt over her breasts. He paused for a second, apparently enjoying the sight of her exposed chest. He continued with his voice rougher, “Look at these pretty tits,” His tongue found a straining nipple and she heard herself moaning distantly.
His other hand kneaded her opposite breast and she moaned her pleasure. She was pressing her throbbing center against his hard dick he was thrusting against her. She could feel her own wetness all over her panties and he was pressing just so deliciously against her clit. She realized that he was miming what he would do later with his hips. All she wanted in the whole world at that moment was for her clothes to vanish and let him take her where she desperately needed to go.
His other hand grabbed her ass and shoved her roughly against him while he switched nipples. He used his teeth this time and she felt like she might soon explode from the tension in her.
The clock suddenly shouted again, causing them both to jump, “Suppertime’s almost done! You gonna eat?” Draco rested his forehead on her bare chest and sighed heavily.
“Yeah! OK!” Hermione shouted, giggling a little. Draco raised his head and looked at her intensely. She felt the smile fading from her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked after a moment.
He smirked, “You lost. Come on, Granger. Let’s go eat.”
He stood and she had a brief flash of what she was in store for as he turned. Oh this will be fun, She thought, catching a glimpse of his size. He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely above average she could tell. The outline of him was straining against the fabric showing off his thickness. Hermione licked her lips while she re-hooked her bra and straightened her shirt.
He had stepped to the other side of the room and might be trying to allow himself time to go down. She felt bad, knowing that he was probably going to be in pain later on from the inconvenience of their lack of privacy. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to decide if she stunk of her own juices and trying to tame her curls with her fingers.
He turned back to her and she could still see lust in his eyes. “Will you be alright?” She asked him.
He smirked again, “I’m not used to getting interrupted, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Ready?” He offered his hand to help her up. Her legs were shaky, she realized as she stood next to the sexiest man she had ever met. He smiled at her and they went upstairs to the cafeteria.
A/N: Sorry for the delay! I had some writer’s block caused by Game of Thrones being my newest obsession… Those of you who have read the books or watched the show, I know will forgive me immediately! Anyway, so many thanks to everyone who reviewed me! I have written responses to everyone at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/51078-daylight-review-replies-n-discussion-thread/
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