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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A.N. So, in case you didn’t see my edit from the last chapter, I got pinged by the archive moderators for excessively long author’s notes. They suggested I use the AFF forums to respond, so I have responded here:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/59048-review-replies-for-tuition-money/?p=366266
Missus_G, Kayxbear, Trelweny, sherlocked17, HarryGinny4eva, ilariasantaniello, Dragon_Maiden, staar, Malfoy'sgirl, and General Crow:
Thank you for the lovely reviews! Make sure you check out the forum, because I responded to each of you!
It’s a short chapter, but I felt like it ended where I wanted it to end. More to come in the near future!
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Hermione retrieved her mail from the owl post office box. There were fliers about campus organizations, lecture series and the ubiquitous tuition invoice. Draco had kept his word, making monthly payments on her behalf. She wondered what the cashier’s office must make of him paying her tuition.
Paid: 2500 Galleons. Owed: 500 Galleons.
He didn’t just pay her tuition. Every time she went to the store, she’d find a bag of Galleons tucked into her purse. It was always much more than she needed. At first she tried to return any extra, but he always waved her off, telling her to use the extra money for some book or other object she’d mentioned in passing. She’d had money to pay for her spring semester textbooks, but Draco had taken care of the cost when they’d gone to the campus bookstore to get their materials for the semester. Instead of finding it offensive to her feminist sensibilities, she found his generosity endearing.
There was one envelope she hadn’t noticed at first, her name handwritten on the front. She used her wand to check it for curses and found the parchment to be clear of magic. As she read through the letter, she discovered herself grinning excitedly.
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Draco Apparated into the flat, the sound of Hermione’s sweet voice singing to a disc on the music player she had given him for Yule. He knew if he walked into the room she would stop her singing with an embarrassed flush of her cheeks. Her voice wasn’t perfect, but it had a sensual timbre Draco appreciated. The singing seemed to be coming from the kitchen and he quietly made his way to the doorway to watch her. She was stirring something on the stove as she swayed her hips to the music. It was one of the few times he had seen her looking content and happy. When the song ended, he made himself known.
She looked like she was about to burst. “Look at this letter from the chair of the Defense Against the Dark Arts department,” she said, thrusting a piece of parchment into his hands.
Miss Granger,
The Defense Against the Dark Arts Department would like to invite you to speak to the university community about your book and experiences in the Second Wizarding War. The bookstore will provide copies of your book for professors and students to buy and for you to sign.
We have tentatively scheduled your talk for February 22^nd at 7:00 p.m. Please let me know if that will work for you.
Sincerely,
Mathilda Bijan-Woodcrock, Chair
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Draco hugged her and kissed the crown of her head. “You absolutely deserve this, Hermione.”
She took the letter back from him. “Thank you,” she said, suddenly looking bashful. “I’m ridiculously excited but nervous, too. What kind of questions do you think they’ll ask?”
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They spent dinner brainstorming what type of questions she might be asked about her book and experiences fighting for The Light in the war. After living with Draco for the last few months, she truly understood how bright he was, but it always came as somewhat of a small surprise that they could connect so well intellectually.
He had taken their dishes to the kitchen and she was wool-gathering. Draco cleared his throat to capture her attention as he sat back down.
“You should be prepared to have someone ask why you’re involved with a former Death Eater.” He looked unsure of himself, almost as if their relationship wouldn’t withstand outside scrutiny.
“I’ll let them know that my relationship with you is not up for discussion.” She didn’t have to divulge personal details about her life if she didn’t want to.
Draco shook his head. “You’re a public figure and you’ve opened yourself up to magical society with your book and our public appearances. Think about a sincere, reasonable answer for why you’re with someone like me.”
Hermione stood and nudged him with her hip. He pushed his chair back, allowing her to climb into his lap. She kissed his forehead. “Okay.”
He wasn’t insecure, not like she was, but he had moments of vulnerability. His arms threaded around her waist, holding her close. Draco’s scent was amazingly comforting to her: warm, musky with a hint of leather and mint. It was a mature scent, one she could imagine on someone older, but it now smelled like home to her. It embarrassed her to find her face buried in his chest or the crook of his neck when she woke in the morning. He probably felt suffocated by her at times.
While she was musing, Draco had been admiring her breasts through her shirt. He gently began to graze her full orbs. Her fingers tightened on his scalp. Her nipples hardened into sensitive points, his every delicate touch causing her cunt to clench in anticipation.
“Touch me, Draco,” Hermione urged, kissing his neck and nibbling at his earlobe.
“Stand up, love,” Draco instructed in a husky voice. He pulled her skirt and knickers off, throwing them to the side. Hermione took off her shirt and bra, standing before him naked, her long hair curling softly about her shoulders. “You are so beautiful.”
She wanted to disagree, but couldn’t speak. His gaze was so predatory and made her skin prickle with anticipation. He cupped her sex, his thumb lightly stroking over her clit. Her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her desperate body.   Gods, she loved the way he made her body come alive.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured. “Turn around and lean your upper body on the table.”
Hermione did as he bade, lowering her heated chest onto the smooth wood table. She let her head rest on her arms. Behind her, she could hear Draco removing his clothing. At last, he curved his hand over her buttocks, rubbing her smooth skin.
“Have you been touched back here?” he asked, his finger tracing the seam of her arse.
“No,” she said, her voice deepened with lust and a bit of apprehension.
“Spread your legs.” Hermione obeyed, opening her legs to give him access to her needy body. “Will you let me touch you here?” Draco pushed a finger to the entry of her tight back entrance.
She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then nodded her head.
“It’ll feel good, I promise,” he whispered into her ear, his chest pressed against her back. His head rubbed against her slick folds, while one hand found her engorged clit and lightly flicked it. Her hips began rolling in time to his movements. Her breathy, mewling noises were a total turn-on, as was the ever-growing trust she put in him.
“Oh, gods, Draco, please fuck me,” she begged, a feeling of desperation beginning to slowly torture her.
“Not yet, pet.” He continued to flick her stiff bud, but used his painfully hard cock to spread her juices from her pussy to her ass.
“Mmm, yes,” she moaned.
She rocked back in an effort to get him to impale her. No longer able to resist, Draco pushed into her tight body. She was so responsive to his touch, he felt her shiver as he sank into her again and again. He admired the curve of her back, the skin along her shoulders sprinkled with freckles. His fingers traveled down her spine to play with the secret area between her cheeks. She gasped as one finger began to gently rub over her tight hole. Her body was so wet with need, he was able to push his finger into her after a bit of prodding.
“Rub yourself,” Draco growled, knowing she would come really hard with all the stimulation.
Her hand snaked between her legs, rubbing her clitoris in fast circles. He ground his cock into her as his finger filled her ass. The feeling was so intense, her eyes began to water as she got closer to orgasm. Her gasps and moans were interspersed with small sobs and when he thrust into her hard enough to lift her feet, her electrified body exploded in a shattering orgasm.
“Yes!” Draco groaned as his own body let go. The intensity of their joint physical exertions created a current of magic between the two of them.
Instead of her usual keening, she found herself crying from the fierce joining. Hermione was unable to move and hid her face in her arm. Removing himself from her body, he sat in the plush dining room chair, pulling her into his lap. He used his wand to clean them up.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, stroking her hair.
She curled into him and hid her face in his chest. “I don’t know.”
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I just…I didn’t know I could feel so many things at once.”
He could feel her tears on his neck and it made his heart clench. Gods, I hope I didn’t hurt her. She’s so brave, but maybe I pushed her too far.
“What did you feel?” he asked carefully.
“I think I was overwhelmed by the sensations. My body reacts so strongly to yours. I’m okay,” she said, trying to reassure him. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes.
Draco continued to hold her, hoping to help her feel secure and calm. The sound of the fire crackling in the background provided some relief from the silence between the pair.
“Do you know why I love you?” he asked, burying his nose in her soft hair.
“No,” she replied in a small voice. It was the first time he had specifically said that he loved her.
“You’re all the things everyone says about you: brave, brilliant, loyal, determined. But you’re so much more to me than that. You took a chance on me, not just by agreeing to this arrangement, but by allowing me to become more than your way to pay for school. I love our late night study sessions, making you tea in the morning, the way you hug me in your sleep, that you laugh at my stupid jokes.” He trailed off, but tightened his hold on her, hoping his actions would convey the truth in his words.
“Did you feel our magics merging?” Hermione asked, finally looking into his eyes. Draco nodded.
“I—I love you, too, but I’m so scared, Draco.” Her dark eyes began to moisten with tears.
Utterly astonished by her revelation, Draco’s eyes widened. “You do?” He was sure she would withhold this affection from him for far longer than he cared to wait.
“Yeah, I have for a while, actually,” she said, her throat tight with tears and emotion. “My body, my magic, my heart have all accepted you, but my mind keeps reminding me that I’m disposable.”
He absolutely hated that his girl felt that way. He wished he could better convey how her care and friendship had made his life infinitely better. He’d been so solitary before her.
“I think you’re more loved than you could ever know.”
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After her admission to Draco, Hermione waited for the inevitable cooling of his interest, but he continued to treat her as well as he had before. If anything, he seemed freed to tell her he loved her as they were falling asleep at night or preparing for a day apart. She wasn’t ready to verbally reciprocate, but she hoped he knew she felt the same. Hermione would meet his words with kisses or a tight embrace. Draco knew she was handling the deepening of her feelings as well as she could. The one time she told him she loved him was enough for Draco, for the time being.
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