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Forgiven	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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He cupped her jaw and bent his head down to give her a slow, lingering kiss. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. To his surprise, she slipped her own arms around him and pulled him flush against her. He knew she could feel his erection, but he could tell she didn’t care.
She trailed kisses down his chin. “Draco,” she breathed, her voice full of pure lust. “I need you.”
He growled, taking her face into his hands again and kissing her on the lips before burying his mouth into the crook of her neck. “Yesss…” she moaned as he sucked on the tinder flesh he found there.
He felt her hands fly across his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. Once they were all done, he pulled the shirt off without breaking stride. His own hands went to her the zipper on the back of her emerald green dress while her fingers turned their attention to his belt and the button of his trousers.
As they continued their frantic pulling off of each other’s clothing, he backed her towards the bed. When she tumbled back, their kiss broke, but only long enough for him to pull off his boxer briefs and join her on the bed. “I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispered as he moved to hover over her.
She smiled up at him. “Well, let’s not wait any longer,” she returned.
Their love making was something Draco had never thought he’d ever experience. He was as gentle as he could be as he entered her for the first time. “I love you,” he told her and then he groaned at the feel of her tightness.
“I love you, too,” he heard her say in a masculine voice. “But I don’t know what our parents would think. Sorry, mate, I just can’t handle a bloke.”
Draco’s eyes flew open and he jumped up from the bed. His hard on was raging and Zabini stood by the bed laughing. “Fuck!” the blond wizard snarled. “Zabini, get out of my room before I hex your black arse!”
The dark skinned man continued laughing as he turned around and began walking towards the door. “Get dressed, Malfoy,” he ordered over his shoulder. “And take care of that problem. You have a date in an hour.”
Draco glared at his friend’s back until the man closed the door. “Son of a bitch!” he shouted as he fisted his erection.
He threw his covers off of himself and duck walked to his bathroom, still working his cock. Entering the bathroom, he stood over the toilet and shut his eyes tightly, picturing the look on Hermione’s face in his dream. He envisioned her curls and the way they tumbled onto his emerald silk sheets. He let his release empty into the toilet, though he knew it hadn’t all landed there. Sighing, he flushed it and went into his shower.
It didn’t take him long to shower and dress. When he entered his study, he saw his mother and Zabini sitting at the fire, drinking tea. Maisey was serving them crumpets. He watched them for a moment as he noticed something different, though he couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Is that a new dress?” he asked startling both of them and causing them to look up at him.
Narcissa gave a small blush. “Why, yes, it is, darling. Do you like it? I thought I would wear something nice for your father since Blaise told me that we would be going to the prison today for a visit.”
The dark skinned man rolled his head to crack his neck and opened his eyes. “I told you, Cissy. We’re not going to the prison,” he said patiently. He glanced up at his friend. “The Aurors won’t allow people into the prison itself, which is completely understandable. However, there’s a building right on the shore where prisoners are processed, etcetera, and that is where you’ll be going.” He gave Draco an emotionless smile that reminded the blond of a grimace more than anything. “I won’t be going with you. I have business to attend in Wales today. However, Miss Granger will be there, and since she was the one who arranged this meeting, it’s only fitting that she sees it through.”
Granger was going to be there? Is that what Zabini had meant by Draco having a date? He opened his mouth to speak, but Zabini cut him off, “You’re to meet Miss Granger in her office and she’ll take it from there.”
“Are we allowed to bring anything, love?” Narcissa asked as she handed her teacup and saucer to Maisey.
Zabini frowned in thought. “I’m not sure? I don’t think so, but you might want to check with Miss Granger first. There’s been rumor of people bringing books to their loved ones, but Lucius is a special case.”
“Why is he so special?” Draco asked as he raised an eyebrow.
This time, the dark skinned man did smirk. “Well, he was the Dark Lord’s right arm, wasn’t he?”
“Not by the end of the war,” Draco pointed out. “If anything, the Dark Lord favored Severus Snape far more than my father. In fact, by the time the last battle occurred, the Dark Lord had my father wandless and groveling.”
“Oh, Draco, shush!” his mother hissed. “Your father didn’t grovel.”
Draco wanted to rebuke her words, but as he glanced at the clock on the mantel, he realized they didn’t really have the time. “I suppose we should head to the Ministry. No doubt Granger’s waiting impatiently for us.”
Zabini snickered at that and the three of them began their way out of the study.
(II)(II)

The moment Draco saw Granger, he smiled. She was wearing an Easter green business suit and looked positively glowing. “Hello, love,” he greeted.
She smiled brilliantly at him and gave him a hug which he readily returned. He allowed her to slip past him so she could greet his mother. He watched as the witches touched cheeks.
“Oh, Narcissa, you look lovely!” Granger complimented as her eyes ran the length of his mother’s dress. “Is it new?”
“Of course it is, darling,” Narcissa said with a smile. “I couldn’t very well see my husband in last season’s fashions. What ever would he think of me? Do you think he’ll like it?”
Granger giggled. “I highly doubt Mr. Malfoy has any idea of what last season’s fashions were, but I think he’ll love it all the same. It’s beautiful.”
“You look lovely yourself. Hoping to impress my husband, my dear?” Narcissa teased.
Granger gave a short, ladylike sniff and shook her head in denial. “Never, though considering how much his son has been fawning over me, I do hope he won’t think too poorly of me by the time we leave his presense.”
“I don’t fawn over you,” Draco argued, frowning.
Both of the women giggled at that and Granger waved a dismissive hand at him. “If believing that helps you sleep better at night, by all means, don’t let me convince you differently.” The sparkle in her eyes made him even warier.
“So, when do we leave?” he asked as he sat in one of the chairs at her desk.
Granger snapped her fingers. “Right! Harry will come get us shortly and take us to the holding building. That’s the building where we’ll see your father. We can’t bring our wands, for obvious reasons, so I have a small safe here in the office were we can keep them for the time being.”
“I’m not leaving my wand in your office,” Draco protested.
“Then you’re not seeing your father,” Granger said simply. The two stared at one another for a moment before she sighed, “Draco, Harry and I went through a lot of trouble arranging this. Your father is a high security prisoner and the Wizangamot doesn’t want to cut him any sort of slack. Mind, I think the entire Wizangamot are a bunch of idiots, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is, until I can get your father out of that hell hole, we have to play by their rules. This isn’t easy for me either. I am terrified of seeing your father without the safety of my own wand for protection.”
“Oh, you don’t have anything to fear, my dear girl,” Narcissa said as she, too, sat in one of the chairs. “Lucius won’t do anything to you.”
Granger gave her a small smile. “Forgive me, Narcissa, but I find that hard to believe. I remember all too well the battle we had in the Ministry some four, four and a half years ago. He had no qualms attacking me then and I doubt he has any attacking me now,” she said.
Neither of the Malfoys could find any argument with that, though Draco shook his head. “It’s different now,” he told her. “We’re not in a war and you and I, we’re…”
Both witches looked at him as Draco tried to find the right words. Granger frowned. “What are we, Draco?” she pressed.
He shrugged. “Well, I would hope I could say, I don’t know, together?”
She raised her eyebrows. “When did that happen?” she asked. “I don’t recall you properly asking me out. Sure you buy me flowers and sweets and take me to lunch, but you never once said anything to make it official.”
His mind went to the two boutiques of flowers, but he hadn’t put his name on them. “I never sent you flowers,” he denied.
She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Draco, do you really think me an idiot? It didn’t take me long to figure it out. You’re not exactly subtle with your courting. The fact that you purposely pointed them out alone told me that you knew something about them.” She gave him a soft smile. “I don’t mind, you know. The flowers, the sugar quills. They were lovely gestures and more than any other bloke has ever done. Hearing you use Muggle terminology was a bit shocking, but immensely sweet. And watching you with Maisey…”
He blinked in shock. Had she actually noticed his efforts? He glanced at his mother who was giving him a knowing look. “I…” he turned his attention back to the bushy haired witch and felt his courage begin to swell. “Would you be my girlfriend?” he tried, fearing her next words.
Her smile widened. “Why, Draco, I thought you’d never ask!” she giggled and he chuckled. She looked around her office. “Merlin, I thought I would have to paint my entire office green before you got the hint.” She gave Narcissa a longsuffering look. “I swear I’ve worn more green this past week than ever. Are all men this dense?”
Narcissa laughed. “Unfortunately,” she said. “It took me ages with his father. You wouldn’t believe the lengths I had to go through to get him to just notice me.”
“Really?” Granger asked. “As beautiful as you are? I would’ve thought he’d have snatched you up the first chance he got.”
“Yes, so did I,” the matron Malfoy joked. “It ended up being my own father who pointed out my attributes to him during a Christmas gathering before Lucius decided to grace me with his presence.”
Granger shook her head in surprise as they heard knocking on the door. She looked up. “Come in,” she said and they watched as Potter entered the room.
“About ready, ‘Mione?” the be speckled wizard asked, looking at the two Malfoys. It was quite clear that he didn’t want to be there.
Granger smiled. “Just about. We were just gathering our wands,” she said as she moved around the desk and held out her hand to Draco.
He eyed her hand for a moment before taking his wand out and placing it into her palm. Narcissa willingly gave her wand to the Muggle born as well and Granger took out her own wand before going back around her desk, opening a drawer, and placing them inside. “This safe is magically encoded to recognize my fingerprint alone,” she explained to the other three as she wordlessly set the wards to the drawer. She looked up at Potter. “Is there anything else we need to know?”
He nodded. “Do you have any Knuts on you?” he asked her.
Granger frowned for a moment before picking up her small handbag and opening it. “I think I do,” she said as she dug around it.
Potter nodded. “Dean Thomas created a sort of wizard vending machine and we have one in the meeting room where the three of you will meet Mr. Malfoy. It works the same as Muggle vending machines, mostly, so I figure if any of you get hungry or thirsty, you can use that. It only takes Knuts, though, I’m afraid. Dean’s working on one that recognizes Sickles as well, but honestly, Sickles aren’t really necessary.”
Granger nodded as she picked Knuts out of her purse and put them on her desk. “Is there a limit to how much we bring?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t do more than about ten per person,” Potter suggested. “So, forty? And you can’t take your purse, either, Hermione.”
She looked up at him for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. Draco, would you mind carrying the Knuts in your pocket?” she asked.
The Pureblood wizard stared at the money for a moment. “I have money, Hermione,” he told her.
“I never said you didn’t,” she returned. “But we don’t need Galleons to see your father.”
Draco glowered, but took the money and stuffed it in his pocket. “You will show us how to use this vending machine, right? I’d read about them in Muggle Things and Their Uses, but I’ve never seen them used.”
She smirked. “You’re adorable,” she teased as she stood up and walked around the desk again.
“I never thought I would hear those words come from your mouth in reference to Malfoy,” Potter said sourly.
Granger popped the black haired man on the chest. “Be nice, Harry!” she warned. “He’s going to see his father today.”
Potter looked at Narcissa. “I apologize, Mrs. Malfoy,” he said. “I keep forgetting why we are here.”
She gave a derisive sniff and held her head up high. “It is fine, Mr. Potter,” she replied. “Just try to keep the old school rivalries down to a minimum, if you will, please. You aren’t children anymore, after all.”
Draco smirked. “Yes, and since Hermione and I are dating now…”
“Draco Lucius, that goes for you as well!” Narcissa hissed, glaring at her son who had the intelligence to look sheepish.
Potter’s wide eyes went to Granger and she blushed. “He’s joking?” he asked and as she slowly shook her head, he paled. He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Hermione…”
She glared at him. “Don’t you dare go on some long winded talk about Draco not being right for me, Harry Potter! We haven’t the time. I’ve no doubt the Aurors are just itching for a reason to deny this visit,” she surmised.
Potter gave a single nod and opened the office door. “Ladies first,” he offered, sweeping a hand to indicate they should go.
Narcissa stood, lifted her head regally, and walked out the door. Rolling her eyes, Hermione followed with a huff. As Draco stood to go, Potter held the door slightly closed and glared at the blond Pureblood. “Listen to me and listen to me closely, Malfoy,” he sneered quietly, pointing a finger at Draco. “I don’t know what your intentions are with my friend, but if I find out you hurt her…”
“Spare me the lecture, Potter,” Draco growled as he pushed past the man. “If you want to talk to someone about hurting Granger, talk to Weasley.”
As Draco stepped up to the women, he slipped a hand around Granger’s waist and kissed the top of her head. “What was that about?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her. He knew that wouldn’t be good enough for her, so he dipped his head to make his lips close to her ear and whispered, “We’ll talk later, I promise.”
(III)(III)
Draco looked around the small room they were led into. There wasn’t much in the way of furnishings aside from a plain table and four folding chairs. In the corner sat the vending machine Potter had spoken of, stocked with various candies, crisps, and what Draco assumed were cans of drink? To his relief, Potter didn’t join them, however, Draco continued to hold Granger by the waist, more because it was a silent comfort than anything. This would be the first time he would see his father since the war and Draco was a bit nervous. His mother started anxiously pacing the length of the room, looking at the door opposite of the one they had used.
“It’ll be alright, Narcissa,” Granger reassured, though she didn’t move from Draco’s grasp. To him, that spoke of her own nervousness.
The door started to open and Narcissa froze, staring at it. Draco and Granger both looked at the door as well, but with apprehension. They watched with abated breath as Lucius was led into the room by no less than four. Shackles were attached to his ankles and a pair of handcuffs kept his hands visible in front of him. His hair looked as though it hadn’t been washed in over a week and his black and white striped prison robes were dingy. He kept his eyes downcast as the Aurors moved him to a chair.
“You have an hour, Lucius Malfoy,” one of the Aurors said as they began straightening up to leave.
“Wait!” Granger interrupted, pulling out of Draco’s embrace and walking closer to the Aurors. “You forgot to take off his handcuffs.”
One of the Aurors looked at her and Draco thought he recognized the man. “Miss Granger…”
“Cut the crap, Seamus, before you even start,” she snapped and pointed to Lucius. “This man hasn’t seen his family in two years. The least you could do is give him the mobility to properly hug them.”
“If he tries to harm you, Harry would…”
“He’s not going to hurt me,” she told him. “And even if he tried, I highly doubt his wife or son would let him.”
The man gave an exasperated sigh and stepped up to Lucius again, unlocking his handcuffs. He handed the cuffs to Granger. “If you need us, all you have to do is shout,” he told her.
Draco knew this wasn’t standard protocol and he didn’t even know what the protocol was. He watched in amazement as the Aurors left the room, shutting the door behind them. His attention turned to the witch who had made all of this possible. “How?” he mouthed to her.
She smiled and averted her eyes to look at Malfoy senior. When Draco looked up at his father, he was shocked by the state the man was in. For a while, the man didn’t move, then slowly, he picked his head up and glanced about the room. His eyes rested on Narcissa and he stood. He took a step towards her and she rushed to him, throwing her arms around him as he returned her embrace, burying his face in her hair.
As his parents held onto one another, Draco inched his way towards them. “Father?” he whispered hesitantly.
Lucius lifted his head to look at his son. Grey eyes that matched his own stared at Draco with something akin to longing. Breaking away from his wife just barely, Lucius approached his son. They stared at one another, Lucius’s hand clasped in Narcissa’s. Draco could see the water in his father’s eyes, though no tears were shed. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Lucius croaked.
Draco’s lips pinched together as his eyebrows furrowed. He shook his head before pulling his father into a hug. “I could never do that,” he admitted.
Draco saw his mother standing behind his father. While Lucius did not shed tears, she did. He could tell that she was happy to see father and son reunited. They did not hug nearly as long as his parents had and when they broke away, Lucius pulled his wife closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.
No one said anything for a long while and Draco discreetly lifted a hand to scratch the edge of his eye. He rubbed at his eye. “The air in here is really dusty,” he complained, breaking the silence.
Chuckles echoed through the room as both of his parents looked at him in amusement. He heard a small giggle and turned his attention to the witch who had made it all possible. He wasn’t the only one who had noticed her and he watched in surprise as his father lunged at the witch.
Granger took a step back as Lucius fell face first onto the cold cement. “Filthy Mudblood bitch!” he snarled as he scrambled to his feet.
“Father!” “Lucius!” Both son and mother chided at the same time.
Despite the Pureblood’s outburst, Granger remained calm. “Hello, Mr. Malfoy,” she greeted. She studied him for a moment before she continued, “They aren’t doing a lot to take care of you, are they? When was the last time you were able to shower properly?”
Her genuine concern touched Draco deeply. The elder Malfoy sneered at her, but Narcissa stepped in the way, bending down to help him up. “Get ahold of yourself, Lucius, you’re acting like a child,” she scolded as he managed to get back on his feet.
He pointed an accusing finger at Granger and growled, “That bitch is the reason I’m in this blood hell hole!”
Again, the Muggle born was calm. “Actually, Mr. Malfoy, I had nothing to do with it. If anything, I was completely against it. “
“In fact, Granger’s trying to work on an appeal to get you out of here,” Draco explained moving to stand beside the Gryffindor. He lifted a hand to touch the small of her back, but stopped himself.
Lucius saw the movement and his eyes narrowed. “What’s this?” he demanded, indicating the two of them with a wave of his hand.
Draco paled as he glanced down at Granger, but she looked back at him expectantly, almost challenging him. He licked his lips and swallowed. “Well, uh…”
“Draco and Miss Granger are courting,” Narcissa said happily, beaming at her husband. “Isn’t it lovely, darling?”
The last time Draco had seen his father so angry was when he had attempted to make a pyramid out of his father’s Cuban cigars. The young Malfoy actually took a few steps back, out of easy reach, but Lucius stayed rooted to the spot. “I was already making arrangements with Everard Greengrass regarding his youngest daughter.”
“Yes, you made them and I ended them,” Narcissa said simply, earning a scowl from her husband.
“Narcissa, Astoria would have been an asset to this family…”
“Astoria would have brought more shame to us, Father,” Draco retorted. “I don’t think there was a bloke in Slytherin House who hadn’t been with her at least once.”
“Hufflepuff, too, if I recall,” Granger piped. When the three Purebloods looked at her, she shrugged. “Of course, that part could have just been a rumor, Lavender was ever the gossip.”
Lucius frowned. “That still doesn’t explain why you would think a Mudblood would make an acceptable wife for our only son,” he snapped, looking accusingly at his wife.
“Oh, darling, they’re in love!” Narcissa gushed. Granger opened her mouth to protest, but Narcissa continued, “And why wouldn’t she be acceptable? First in her year, brightest witch of her age, and, honestly, darling, do you really think Mr. Potter would have been able to defeat the Dark Lord without her help? Besides, you know she’s going to be able to get you out of here. She managed to convince the Minister to allow Draco and I to come see you, even though you are so heavily guarded.”
He stared down at her before looking at Granger. Eyes narrowed, he released his wife and slowly approached the Muggle born. The chains at his feet clinked as he moved and Draco tightened his grip on the girl. “Father…”
Lucius’s eyes shot to Draco’s and back to Granger’s. She didn’t cower, but stood tall and proud against him. He towered over her and was even taller than his own son. He looked down at her. “You don’t deserve him,” he said simply. He glanced up at his son. “I won’t have my only child turn into a blood traitor.”
“I’ll talk to the Minister about allowing you a proper shower,” she responded, her eyes narrowed. “As for whether I deserve your son or not, you might want to ask him. He was the one who pursued me, after all.”
“And you forget the fact that you were courting a Muggle before I convinced you that I was the better choice,” Narcissa chimed. “Or did you court me because you failed in getting a Muggle to marry you?”
Now, that tidbit did surprise Draco. He’d never heard this story. “What Muggle?” he asked. “And how come I never knew?”
“It isn’t spoken of,” Lucius glowered, giving his wife a withering look.
“It was quite the scandal,” Narcissa said with a small giggle. “Right after he finished Hogwarts, he started talking to some Muggle tart. Wasn’t she from the royal British line? This was before he became a Death Eater, mind.”
Lucius glared at his wife. “I was talking to the Muggle tart because I was becoming a Death Eater,” he explained, tiredly.
Narcissa sniffed. “Rubbish. You became a Death Eater because the Muggle turned you down. You couldn’t understand why any woman would deny a Malfoy what he wanted, even though your father had been against it.”
Granger sighed. “Look, Mr. Malfoy. I don’t need your approval. Draco sought me out, not the other way around. He’s a grown man now and as he wants to date me and I want to date him, we’ll date. Whatever he and I decide will happen in our relationship is between Draco and me. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Oh, it has everything to do with me, Miss Granger,” he said softly, lifting his hand and touching her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She snatched her face away from his reach. “No, it doesn’t,” she argued. “And don’t touch me again, Mr. Malfoy.”
He lifted an eyebrow and glanced at his son. Draco frowned at the display as he pulled Granger closer to him. Lucius dropped his hand. “Of course,” he said, his tone changing. He turned and went back to his wife, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close to him. “You’ll learn soon enough, Miss Granger,” he said as he kissed the top of his wife’s head. “Draco and Narcissa may run the estate at the moment due to my incarceration, but it won’t always be so. Twenty years or thirty, I’ll be free eventually.”
Granger nodded, showing no fear. “Yes, sooner if I can manage it.”
“And you will, love,” Draco said with confidence. Draco watched his father carefully as his parents looked at one another and shared a kiss. If he wanted to marry Granger, he would have to step up his game. He knew Granger well enough that he also knew his father wouldn’t be in Azkaban for much longer.
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