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Hermione's Keeper	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Height was sitting in his office when a note appeared on his desk from his assistant. He sighed and opened it, read the contents and smiled the letter was from one of his best buyers. Darren Pearing. He sent out a Patronis to his assistant telling her to send a note back with a time that he could show up at, after ministry hours of course. Once his day was done, there was a knock and the Darren walked in with a smirk.

“Darren” Height greeted “How long has it been?”

“Long enough that I want something new” Darren sneered cockily “What do you have, Az?”

“Straight to the point, aren’t you?” The man behind the desk stated with a laugh “No time for conversation?”

“I had to take time away from my businesses” Darren answered “I barely have time for a cup of tea, you know what it’s like when you’ve got morons working under you, I’m sure”

“More than anyone” Height laughed “My assistant is hopeless”

“Then why keep her?” Darren asked “I always cut the loose fat when I need to”

“With everything she knows” Height said, with a raise of his brow “I’d have to kill her…I’ll get rid of her in time but first I want to fuck her”

“She does have an amazing ass” Darren agreed with a laugh. Height brought out a few files for the other man to look at, Darren looked through them slowly making sure to frown and shake his head in distaste. He’d been quizzed over and over again about what Miss. Lovegood looked like and her mannerisms. None of the files that he was being shown had her in them.

“I’m disappointed, Height” Darren said as he dropped the last file on to his desk “I was looking for something a little…calmer, sensual and…”

“Earthy?” Height offered, he leaned down and tapped a hidden drawer near the floor and came up with three more files “A girl, the age is thirteen eighty percent Fey, has already began to bleed if you know what I mean”

“You know I don’t like children, Az” Darren sighed when Height pulled three of the files away “Well, if you’ve got nothing for me…” He stood and started walking to the door.

“Wait” Height called out, Darren turned and looked at him with a raised brow “This is a woman” He shook the file “Half-Fey, earthy, beautiful, kind, soft spoken…she will make the perfect little fuck toy” He smiled when Darren walked closer “Interested?”

“Let me see her file” He held out his hand to the older man. Height smirked at him and handed him the file, most of the pictures he’d seen, the images were crying or screaming, begging him silently even the half-Fey children. Not this woman, Luna Lovegood, the woman he’d been quizzed about for days. She stood before the camera with a small smile on her face, her eyes seemed like lasers coming through the picture and accusing him while she seemed perfectly okay with what was happening to her.

“Interested?” Height asked again, running his tongue over her teeth “I was thinking about keeping her but for the right price…”

“And what price is that?” Darren asked.

“5,000 Galleons” Height answered, when Darren looked confused he explained “This…product was very difficult to procure and it was done at great risk to myself and others. It makes sense that there is a hefty price on her head that and well…I want her for myself, are you willing to pay such a price for this gem?”

“I’ll have it for you tomorrow” Darren said with a smile “It was good seeing you, we should have some drinks before I leave for America again”

“Wonderful, wonderful” Height stood “Meet me in Knockturn Alley, in the usual spot. I will bring the merchandise and you bring your money and drinks sound wonderful” He walked him to the door and held it open for him “Set up a date for drinks with my assistant”

Darren walked out of the office, told the assistant that he’d with her in a moment and then made his way to the bathroom. He took his time using the toilet though he hardly had to, he fixed his suit, washed his hands thoroughly, spruced up his hair and finally washed his hands one more time and then drying them before walking back to the assistant that was waiting impatiently for him. She was pretty little thing, in great shape with long light brown hair, piercing light blue eyes, pale face and full lips. There was an intelligence deep within her eyes, she knew what was going on and if Darren wasn’t mistaken Height only knew what she wanted him to know.

“Height still here?” Darren asked her.

“No” She answered “He has some business to attend to elsewhere. I was told that you needed to set up a time to have drinks with him, with me so what works for you, sir?”

“I am leaving on Saturday” Darren answered “I am meeting with him tomorrow for some business, any time after that would be perfect”

“How about” She started, looking at the schedule book in front of her “Thursday at six in the evening” She looked up and smiled “That’s really the only time he has opened, does it work for you?”

“Yes” Darren looked at her in wonder “You know, you were so patient to wait while I used the bathroom and you are so efficient with what you do” She offered a small smile “I don’t care what Height says about you, I don’t think you’re useless” He smiled at her and turned to walk to the door, slowing his pace a little without looking too suspicious.

“He said I was useless?” She asked, her expression got hurt and then hardened “That son of a bitch”

“What’s your name?” Darren asked, he never actually learned her name but he could use that lack of information “Height only referred to you as…never mind” He turned way.

“As what?!” She demanded, slamming her palm down on the desk near her.

“It’s not important” Darren offered with a small smile “I know that your name isn’t ‘the twit with the nice ass’ so, what is it?”

“My names Corrine” She answered hotly “Hmm, so that’s how he feels…” She nodded to herself.

“What house were you in, in Hogwarts?” Darren asked her with a sudden inspiration.

“Slytherin” Corrine said, it looked like she was trying to come up with a plan.

“Ah” Darren said, he walked back to her and handed her a card “I heard that was the best house. I am friends with Draco Malfoy, perhaps you’ve heard of him?”

“He was my school crush” She answered and then blushed.

“I wasn’t lying” He told her “I think that you have something to you that any business man would be looking for as an employee” She smiled “If you decide that you want a boss that isn’t going to treat you like shit come see me, but know that I am leaving Saturday one way or another”

“I want to but…” Corrine looked nervous.

“If you’re afraid of him” Darren whispered to her “Then come to Malfoy Manor and tell me everything that frightens you about him and any other information that you want and I will protect you” Her eyes looked at him asking the questions that her mouth refused to speak and that was ‘are you going to take him down’ and Darren nodded his head slowly before turning and walking out the office door.

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Hermione laid on her bed looking over to where Draco was sitting on the other side looking at her. It seemed selfish to want him as much as she did when there were people being bought and sold in the magical community but no matter how much she tried to calm her hormones she was unable to. She watched as he stood up, unbuttoning his black shirt, his eyes were locked on hers and she wet her lips and started to take her clothes off. This was less passionate than the first time yet there was something else there that hadn’t been there before. When Hermione shed the last of her clothing, her panties, she turned away from Draco, suddenly afraid about him seeing her naked again.

“Look at me” Draco whispered, he walked up behind her sliding his hands up her back “Come on, turn around”

“No” She whispered “Not until you shut out the light”

“Shut out the lights?” He repeated with a tone of horror in his voice “I’ve already seen your body, I want to see it again. I’ve been dreaming about seeing your naked body anytime I want to for the last fifteen years” He sighed and leaned his forehead down against the back of her head and whispered “There is nothing about you that I will ever find unattractive”

“But…” Hermione started, it had been very stressful lately with Height and everything else, with the entire wizarding world questioning her morals, and she had started to look down upon herself.

“You are sexy” Draco whispered, his large hands sliding around her hips and slowly moving up her sides “You’re beautiful, passionate, intelligent, wonderful, amazing…” One hand cupped her breast while the other moved her hair aside and his lips made a trail down the side of her throat “And I love you”

Hermione turned her eyes to lock with his, he’d hinted many times that he was in love with her and she’d hinted back the sentiment but to hear him say it aloud. The words made a blush creep over her cheeks, warmth to spread through her stomach and core and she knew that he meant it and she felt the same way, but there was still a fear. She slid her hands through his silky white blonde hair, pulling his head to hers and kissed him. Draco pulled her against his front moaning when she pressed her hip against his erection, he lifted her up and dropped her down on the bed, pushing her legs apart and laid between them.

“I wanted to make this all last so much longer” He whispered to her “Like the last time we tried…” He gave a small moan “That was so perfect…but you just feel…”

“Perfect” Hermione finished for him “You feel perfect to me” She bucked her hips and knocked him to the side before pulling herself up to straddle him “But I’m sick of moving slowly”

His eyes widened as she slowly slid down his length sighing at the feeling of him filling and stretching her. Hermione had been worried about him fitting but as she seated herself with him completely engulfed in her heat she found that he was the perfect fit. Her head dropped back as she started to move, lifting her hips and bringing them back down over and over again. Draco grabbed on to her and helped her move, finally winning the battle for dominance, he dropped her on to her back once again. He thrust back in to her fast and deep, listening to her hoarse cry of pleasure as he did so. They would have the rest of their lives for long drawn out acts of love making or kinky rounds of unbridled passionate sex but this night it was just about the act. The act that they’d both had been thinking about, fantasizing about and dreaming about for so many years. Draco’s hands seemed to move all over her body, leaving fire in their wake, Hermione shook with all the pleasure he was brining to her. Moans grew louder, breathing became erratic and there were explosions happening throughout her body. Her nails dug in to his back and Draco dropped his head down to her shoulder when she clamped around him. His body still moved but he was shaking as his own orgasm ripped through him, he bit her shoulder which caused her to let out a small scream of mixed pleasure and pain. Finally, he rolled off her, hating himself for not lasting longer but happy that she’d orgasmed. From what she’d told him, that was more than any other lover she’d had.

“I’m sorry” He whispered to her, when after three minutes she hadn’t said anything “I should have lasted longer…”

“It was perfect” Hermione told him “Absolutely perfect…so, that’s what everyone’s always going on about” She laughed “If I knew what I’d been missing out on, I could easily have worked at the whorehouse”

“I’d have killed every man that ever touched you” Draco informed her in a casual tone, as if talking about the weather “Then I’d have taken you and become your keeper”

“You already did that” She pointed out “I live in your house, I spend your money, eat your food” There was a ragged breath sucked in “Clean the house, do your shopping…and now” When she sniffled he dropped his head to the side to look at her and sat up when he realized that she was crying “And now…I’m fucking you” She dropped her hands on her face, covering it from view.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” Draco turned towards her and pulled her hands down “What the hell?” He looked at her, taking in the sight of self-loathing deep in her eyes “I am not having sex with you because I think that you’re some whore that I’m taking care of. You’re my girlfriend and I want you to be my wife, damn it!”

“But I…” She started, he pulled away from her, hurt written all over his face, he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

“Did you” He started in a quite tone “Just have sex with me because you think that you owed me that much for all the help that I’ve given you?”

“Draco I…” She started but was unable to form the words that she wanted to say. Hermione felt so deeply for him, she was sure that she loved him but there was also that underlying feeling that he owned her and maybe what Rita had written was true and she needed to pay him back. She wanted so much to just know that she had sex with him because she loved him but a small part of her wondered if he was right.

“Your silence says it all” Draco said after she’d been quiet for several minutes, he opened his mouth wide and he let out a small shaky breath “You may leave my room now”

“Draco” She gasped at his icy tone.

“What?” He snapped back “You’re paying me back for taking you in and ‘keeping’ you. Apparently, I was the one who was wrong about this relationship, you are indeed a whore and now you’ll be treated as such” He fixed cold, suspiciously wet eyes on her and sneered at her “You can come back when my bed needs to be rewarmed”

Hermione let out a sob, grabbed her clothes and ran from the room not even bothering to put them on though there were other people in the house now. Draco lowered his head to look at the floor and let out a small sob of his own, how horrified his father would be to see him crying like a woman and all over a…mudblood. Even thinking the word made his stomach hurt, he stood and pulled on some sleeping pants. He paced his room, running his hands through his hair, he muttered to himself about being stupid and in the end he dropped to the floor near his closet and closed his eyes.

‘Don’t do it’ He thought ‘Luna would be so angry with you…’ His mind was warring with itself ‘Oh Merlin, I shouldn’t have talked to her like that…I’m such a piece of shit’

“Listen to me, son!” Lucius’s voice cut through the bedroom, it was just a memory but it was as strong as it had ever been “Women are all the same, I don’t care what they say and if you’re smart you won’t listen to them…they all want your money and stature in the world and that’s all. Love is fake, a fairy tale that mothers tell their daughters before bed to give them good dreams”

“But then what do I do?” Draco asked, feeling like he should have a notebook to write down all his fathers brilliant words not knowing that one day in the future he’d only think about his fathers words when he was thinking about committing suicide “And what about mum?”

“You think I love her?” Lucius laughed meanly “Never, I respect her a little, I enjoy her body sometimes but love…not even a little” Draco looked horrified “She doesn’t love me either”

“Then what do I do to make sure that no woman plays with my heart?” Draco asked, his father sneered at him for the words he used.

“If a woman gets too close then push her away” Lucius said “Twist her words, make her the bad guy and she will leave, freeing your bed for another warm body” He smirked “I will find you a suitable wife when the time is right, all you have to do is get her pregnant”

Draco shook his head a few times and then lifted his hands and pulled at his hair with an anguished cry. He hated himself, he hated what he’d done to Hermione and he hated everything that he’d been taught that had made him the sick human being that he now was. He leaned over on to his in the doorway of his closet, he knew where it was because it had been his hiding spot since he’d turned twelve and one of the older boys in Hufflepuff had given him a few muggle porn magazines. He knew that his father would hit the roof so he found a place to hide all the things that would make his dad angry. Pictures of Hermione that he’d gotten from a first year that he’d paid him to take, the porn magazines, a few other things and a small knife. The knife his father probably wouldn’t have cared about but it seemed like the sort of thing one kept hidden. He had spent so many years feeling numb, then Hermione came back in to his life and he had purpose again, happiness again and feelings. That numbness was back again, it started in his heart, spread through his whole body until it was within his very soul. Draco Malfoy was nothing more than ghost, a spirit that occasionally made himself known and scared people but in the end he was just a ghost. He felt nothing.

“Why do we do such things to ourselves, Hermione?” He spoke to the empty room, as he pulled the knife out and looked at it “Why do we lie about our feelings for one another?” He looked at the blade “Why do I always find the most hurtful thing to say and repeat it constantly?” He gave a humorless laugh and dragged the blade along his forearm watching the red line of blood slowly spill out of his white skin “Why do you constantly point out my flaws, my reputation everything that you know I hate?” He pressed the knife deeper in to some of his unblemished skin and hissed out as the pain cut through the numbness that had settled over him. Tears fell down his pale cheeks as he looked at his wrists that were now bleeding at a rather rapid pace.

“Why do I love you, Hermione?” He asked the room “Is it because you hate me so much or because I like to torture myself as much as my father liked to torture me?” With a small sigh he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the blackness that had been creeping in to his line of vision to overtake him.

A/N: So I know that it’s been a while but I work a lot. Hope you like this, it’s kind of a teaser chapter, a filler chapter. I know that the sexy time between Hermione and Draco wasn’t as amazing as it could have been but it does basically show their entire relationship. How fast it’s been moving, of erratic and crazy and of course how often and quickly it ends or almost ends. I am also aware that Draco is very OOC but then again with a father like Lucius I’d be a little suicidal too but I would like to point out that he was not trying to commit suicide he just wanted to feel something. I’ve been there before, I think everyone has at one point in their lives. So, tell me what you think. I have this weekend off and no car so I will likely be writing like mad. Please review.
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