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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thank you to mamacita for beta'ing this.
An owl found Draco quietly sipping coffee at a café in Diagon Alley. Upon reading the missive it delivered to him he stood up and walked away. A wizard sitting several tables over from Draco stood up to leave as well, following him at a discreet distance. Draco, oblivious to this fact, continued on his way. The man let out a curse when he rounded a corner and heard the distinctive sound of someone Apparating.

Draco paused for a moment to get his bearings. He looked left and then right to see if he could spot house numbers. When he finally saw a 36 he turned around and headed in the other direction. When he finally found number 24 he cast a Disillusionment charm and sneaked around the back of the house.

He was instantly put on alert when he found the back door unlocked. With his wand at the ready he cautiously entered the house. The kitchen was small and obviously empty, and he move on to the next room. The living room was in complete chaos. The couch cushions had been removed and all the books from the shelves had been thrown carelessly about; there was even a smashed potted plant. He moved from room to room; all of them had been ransacked. What were they looking for? As soon as he thought it he knew the answer.They were looking for Hermione.

Draco quickly went through any pieces of parchment he could find. He found nothing of interest. The old hag obviously had not kept any records of her sales, and from what he glimpsed in her back hall closet, selling paintings was not her primary source of income. He was just about to leave when he heard a noise downstairs. Fuck! The last thing he needed was to have a run-in with the Muggle police. He swiftly moved to the door and eased out into the hall to see if he could hear them. He heard shuffling but no voices. He crept to the banister and looked down. Someone was coming up the steps. He retreated back into the room he had been in and positioned himself behind the door. The unknown person moved around in the room across the hall and then entered the room Draco was in. He held his breath. The person was obviously searching for something. Was it the same person who was here before?

After a tense few moments the intruder left and Draco waited a fair amount of time after he heard everything go quiet. He wanted to get out there and check on Hermione. He heard a sound behind him and was in the process of whirling to look when he was shoved from behind. He went down hard, hitting a shoulder on the edge of the couch. He grabbed his attacker by the leg as he tried to move past. Draco tried to crawl up over him, but the other man kicked out with his free leg and caught Draco on the side of the head. He could feel blood running down into his eye. His grip loosened enough for the man to escape. By the time Draco had jumped up, wand in hand, he could hear his assailant running out the back door.

Draco stumbled out the back door and Apparated back to his apartment building. He had to lean against the alley wall, as he felt dizzy. Damn—he was going to have a splitting headache in a few hours, and possibly a black eye. He climbed the stairs to his level slowly and fumbled getting his key in the door. When he was finally in his apartment with the door closed and warded he grabbed his wand and headed to his bedroom, hoping no one had broken in and taken her. Why didn't I think to put more wards up? (wouldn't I just be a drama queen if I had someone steal her painting?)

He sighed with relief when he saw her painting still hanging on the wall. Hermione had stood up when she heard him enter. She gasped when he came into view. "Draco, what happened?"

He didn't answer her as he moved to the bed. All he wanted to do was sleep. "Draco, are you all right?" He grunted in response.

"Maybe you should go see a Healer, Draco."

"No, I'm fine. I just need to sleep a little."

"Do you have a head injury? Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous?"

Draco just wanted her to shut up so he could rest a little, but he knew she wouldn't stop pestering him until he told her what had happened. He told of her of his day, from meeting the girl at the street market to finding Pearl's house in total disarray. When he finished with the story of his attack he slumped back onto the pillows and tried to fall asleep.

"Draco Malfoy! What were you thinking? Do you not realize what could have happened to you? What about me? If you'd died I would have been stuck here."

That was it—he had reached his breaking point. The ungrateful bitch! The only reason he'd gotten hurt in the first place was because he was doing her a favor. He was about to tell her he'd arranged for an owl to be delivered to Potter informing him of Hermione's whereabouts if he was killed, but before he could do so there was a knock on the front door. He stood up too fast and clutched his head. Sending Hermione a death glare, he went to answer the door.

Hermione bit her lip. Damn. She hadn't meant to come off sounding so shrewish. Her heart had leapt into her throat when she saw him with blood running down his face and his swollen eye. The idea that Draco could be hurt had crossed her mind but she hadn't really grasped the reality of it until she saw him. She'd done to him what she did to Harry and Ron when she was scared, and she felt guilty; Draco didn't understand her well enough to realize that it was a defense mechanism.

Hermione was working on her apology in her head when she heard a feminine exclamation. Her head whipped round in the direction of the living room. Who was that? Her heart started to race. She heard the murmur of voices and the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. She listened as the unknown woman and Draco had dinner. She felt hurt and angry, knowing full well that she had no right to feel that way because Draco was having dinner with another girl. It went quiet and she strained to hear what was going on. Suddenly she heard a breathy sigh. Hermione's jaw clenched. So he's going to screw some whore in the next room. To hell with him. She went over to her chair and sat down, her arms crossed, thinking of hexes she'd like to use on both of them.

Her head shot up when the two of them came stumbling into the bedroom. Hermione was about to make a scathing comment but caught herself, remembering that no one was supposed to know she was there. Draco maneuvered Astoria so her back was to the wall that held Hermione's painting. Hermione couldn't help staring at them: the way Draco angled his lips against the girl's, the way she was rocking her pelvis against Draco's, theirs hand entwined above their heads. The girl moved her lips to Draco's neck and Hermione watched as he shuddered. He looked at her with a smirk on his face; unclasping one of his hands, he gestured to her to turn around. She gave him her middle finger before getting up and presenting them with her back. It wasn't like she wanted to watch them anyway.
Ugh! Why do I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks? Harry shifted, trying to ease the pain in his side. He heard Ron tell him not to move, and female voices were talking somewhere nearby. Harry slowly opened his eyes to find Ron looking at him.

"Don't move, Harry. Wait a moment."

Harry groaned. "What happened?"

"We don't know, mate. One minute we're talking and next thing we know you're flying backwards."

Harry rested another couple of minutes before trying to sit up again. By then the pain had lessened. Ron helped him as he stood up. Harry looked at Willow Suntree. She had all the appearance of worry and contrition, but he knew better.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Potter. I put spells on all my paintings since the theft of the ones from the gallery."

Ron told her it was totally understandable and Rebecca even patted her on the arm. Harry just narrowed his eyes and said, "No worries, I'm fine. Can never be too careful, can you?"

Willow smiled shakily and agreed. She's really got the damsel-in-distress routine down doesn't she? Harry thought bitterly. The witch was up to something and he wasn't going to rest until he found out what it was. Ron and Rebecca said their goodbyes; Harry didn't bother. Rebecca asked him if he was okay to Apparate and he assured her he was. Harry urged Ron to go back to the Ministry and said he was going to go home. When Ron looked as if he was about to argue, Harry assured him he could get home by himself. After Ron left Harry Apparated across the street and hid in the shadows to watch Willow's house. He wanted to know who was coming and going from her house.
Draco had never been more turned on in his life. There was something dangerous about Hermione watching while he had sex with Astoria. And Draco had no doubt that Hermione would watch. For all her prudish ways and protestations she was infinitely curious. She would watch if for no other reason than to critique his technique. He grinned when she turned her back.

He guided Astoria over next to the bed and watched as she pulled her shirt over her head. She had nice tits. He brought his hand up to cup her breast and ran his thumb across her nipple. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt and she raked her nails down his chest. Oh, this is going to be good. He raised his arms above his head and Astoria removed his shirt. He tugged her to him. Cupping the back of her head, he brought their lips together. After several long moments she broke the kiss to catch her breath.

"I can help you forget and let go, Draco," she said, and she moved her hand down his front to touch him.

"Show me how," he challenged. Her fingers moved to the fastening of his trousers and she nimbly undressed him; he wasted no time in returning the favor. When they were both nude he urged her onto the bed and positioned her body against the pillows before whispering in her ear, "Close your eyes." She complied and he moved down her body, placing kisses on her stomach as he went. He swirled his tongue around her belly button and moved lower. He was going to give Hermione one hell of a show.

Hermione had resolutely kept her back to the couple. How dare he do this to me? Bastard! She heard the girl give a breathy moan of pleasure and in that moment Hermione hated her. She knew she was being ridiculous; she didn't even know the girl. But that didn't stop her from thinking uncharitable thoughts about her. Hermione peeked over her shoulder, and the sight that met her eyes made her breath catch. Draco had his head buried between the girl's legs.

Hermione felt a hot stab of jealousy. It wasn't exactly because someone else was sleeping with Draco—although maybe, if she was honest, she was a little jealous of that too. No, it was the fact that this girl seemed to be taking her pleasure so freely. Never in any of Hermione's encounters with Ron had she felt as blissful as the girl on the bed looked. She continued to watch as the girl clutched Draco's head and bucked against his mouth. Hermione didn't realize that she'd turned completely around to stare at the couple. With the sun going down she doubted the dumb blonde would realize that she was staring. Hermione knew she should look away, that what they were doing was private, but she couldn't. The sounds of Draco's ministrations caused a jolt of arousal. She'd never seen anything so erotic in her life.

It wasn't long before the blonde cried out in release. Hermione watched intently as Draco moved back up her body and shared a kiss with the girl. Hermione was speechless. Ron and she had never kissed after she'd performed oral sex. She had never let Ron pleasure her that way, even though he'd offered several times; she was afraid he would find it awful.

She watched as they kissed while changing positions, so absorbed in the sight of their entangled limbs that she didn't immediately notice Draco's stare. The blonde girl was now sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist, her back to Hermione. When Hermione did meet Draco's gaze she started. He was looking at her through hooded eyes, a curious expression on his face. Hermione shifted in her chair, embarrassed to be caught blatantly staring. Serves him right for doing it right in front of me. I bet he expected me to prudishly keep my back turned. Wanker.

Draco allowed himself an inward smirk. He had been right in his assumption that her curiosity would win out. He hadn't expected her to be watching so avidly, her expression a combination of fascination and arousal. He kept his gaze on her as he thrust up into Astoria. It wasn't so dark out that he couldn't see Hermione shift positions again and cross her legs. Draco imagined what it would feel like if it was Hermione wrapped around him and not Astoria, and he couldn't hold back a moan at the thought. Astoria, misinterpreting the moan, picked up her pace and whispered in his ear how good he felt. He wished she would shut up so he could continue his fantasy in peace.

Hermione was having trouble controlling her breathing. She gripped her arms where they crossed. The slickness between her legs was getting uncomfortable. The urge to slip her hand between her legs and relieve the pressure was excruciating. Mentally she saw herself with Draco on the bed. She imagined him placing open-mouthed kisses all over her. Stop being silly, Hermione. Someone like Draco Malfoy would never be interested in you. With that sobering thought her arousal fled and she stood up and once again turned her back on them.
A/N: So...you like, let me know. Okay so I feel the need to say that Hermione isn't so much turned on my Draco and some girl; she is rather upset that he did that to her. She is more entranced with the idea of experiencing pleasure so unselfconsciously and is seeing Draco as a means to get it.

Heads up, there won't be an update for several weeks as I'm going to Seattle.

For those of you who may not be checking The Fallout by Sage as religiously I am, she updated!!! Can I get a woohoo. Damn she's brilliant. Enjoy.
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