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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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A few days had passed since she had spoken to Harry. Hermione giggled to herself as she heard the sounds of the wizard piddling around in the loo. Her wizard. She had expected him to be a little intrigued by her Muggle dwelling, but not this much. She wanted to go in and check on him, but she honestly didn’t know what he was doing. Knowing he had needed to actually use the loo, the last thing she wanted was to walk in on him… taking care of business.
She sat down on the couch and opened her book, patiently waiting for him to come out of the restroom. It was right at the moment that she glanced up at the fireplace when the flames burst green and two angry redheads stormed through. She gazed at the siblings in surprise. She could have sworn she had barred her Floo from Ron.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Ron spat as he roughly shook the soot off his robes and glared at Hermione.
Ginny brushed the soot off her own robes as she stared daggers at her brother and then at the Muggle born. Confused, Hermione stood up. “What are you on about this time, Ronald?” she asked.
She briefly wondered if it were possible for those of the Wizarding world to spontaneously combust and she assumed it was because she thought she had read somewhere about wizards and witches doing just that. He pointed an accusing finger at Hermione’s face. “Are you or are you not engaged to that nasty stuck up ferret?”
She wasn’t sure if Harry had told him or if Ginny had, but she supposed that at this time, it didn’t really matter. “His name is Draco,” she corrected. “And, yes, we are engaged.”
The ginger sputtered as he tried to form the words of his rage, but it was Ginny who spoke up. “How could you, Hermione?” she asked and she truly did look hurt. “Don’t you know what he and his family have done to us? Don’t you remember what he did to you?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she frowned. “I haven’t forgotten,” she admitted and before Ron could interrupt, she added, “but he’s changed!”
“Death Eaters don’t change!” Ron sneered as Harry entered the room through the Floo. “He’s only going to hurt you, Hermione, and when he does, don’t come crawling back to me, begging for my forgiveness!”
Harry let out a patient sigh as he stepped between Ron and Hermione. “Ron, I told you already, mate, this is her business. We can’t interfere…”
“Damn it, Harry! Do you see what she’s doing? She’s throwing her bloody life away and giving it to that snake!” Ron yelled. “All because she’s pissed at me for yelling at her that day.” He looked over Harry’s shoulder at the Muggle born. “I already told you that I’m sorry, Hermione. What more do you want? Forget this prat and let’s move on with our plans to be together.”
Hermione heard mocking laughter and turned to see Draco leaning against the doorframe to the hall. There was no humour in his eyes, however, as he pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards the Gryffindors. “You really think you know me so well, don’t you, Weasley?” he sneered.
“Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater,” the ginger said with certainty.
Hermione could see the storm brewing in Draco’s eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it. “Leave it to you to bring up the past and wave it around like some sort of victory flag,” he snarled.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Ron spat back. “We won, didn’t we? And you lost!”
Draco raised a single brow. “Last I checked, Weasel breath, I’m the one who has the girl,” he said tauntingly.
Hermione gasped as Ron’s face turned red. “You slimy git! You don’t even deserve her!”
“Ron,” Hermione interjected, pushing herself between the two Pureblood wizards. “Draco has been there for me…”
“When?!” the ginger shouted. “Oh, wait! I forgot,” he said nastily. “I completely forgot he was there when we were Horcrux hunting. I forgot that he fought with us during the final battle. Oh! He even tried to stop his bitch aunt from trying to kill you! How did I forget all of that? That’s right, because he hadn’t done shite! But he did tease and torment. He did try to stop us AND his goons even tried to fry us alive! Even after we saved his life, he still tried to turn tail against us!”
Draco started to protest, but Ron cut him off, forcing himself around Hermione and getting into the blond’s face. “You did nothing! You weren’t there for her! You never cared for her!”
“You’d do well to back off, Weasel,” Draco said, his voice a deadly calm. His eyes were nearly white with fury. “I do care for her, and I actually love her. I love her enough not only to wait until we marry, but to not cheat on her. Can you say the same, Weasel?”
The silence in the room was deafening, but Draco continued, “Hermione never cheated on you, you know that. Those flowers you saw in her office were from me and I sent them without her knowledge. She was honest and faithful to you, but it wasn’t enough. You were too busy hogging the hoops and the Quaffle at the same time, but you can’t have Hermione. Not anymore. I admit my past deeds weren’t great, but at least I’m trying to change. But you? You want to have your cauldron cake and eat it too, you pathetic swine. Wait. You’d already been doing that, haven’t you?”
Draco stopped when he felt a delicate hand on his arm. Turning slightly, he looked at the Muggle born, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at the ginger with wide, tear-filled eyes. “Is this true?” she whispered as she looked at the ginger.
Ron wanted to deny it. He glanced at Harry who stood, shell-shocked, staring at Ron. He then glanced at Ginny and she looked like she was ready to throttle him. Turning his attention back to Hermione, he sighed. “Well, what can you expect, Hermione? We’d been together for two years! Two! And I tried being with you, only you, but you never wanted… You were so dead set on…”
He never got the chance to finish his sentence as she leaped around Draco and slapped Ron across the fact. “How could you?” she whispered, tears flowing freely from her eyes. A thousand words lit up her mind of things she wanted to say, but when she opened her mouth to say them, she found that she could not. Her entire body stiffened. “Get out,” she said, looking coldly at Ron. “Get out and don’t come back.”
Crestfallen, Ron’s face paled. “Hermione…”
She took out her wand and pointed it at him. “GET OUT!” she roared. “Get out or so help me God, Ronald Weasley, I will hex you!”
Knowing he would not be able to speak with her, he stepped back towards the fireplace flames. He shot Draco a dirty look. “This isn’t over, Malfoy,” he said darkly.
Draco lifted an eyebrow, but it was Hermione who answered, “Yes it is. Draco and I are getting married, so you can just stuff it, Ronald.”
Harry touched Ron’s shoulder and pushed him towards the fireplace. “Go on, mate. Get out of here,” he advised.
“Good idea,” Ginny growled, scowling at her brother. As Ron disappeared in the fireplace, Ginny turned to the Muggle born. “I am so sorry, Hermione,” she told the older witch. “If I had known…” She looked at Draco. “I don’t agree with this, whatever this is, but as long as you make her happy… If I find out you hurt her, Malfoy, I will hex you to within an inch of your life.”
He nodded. “I won’t hurt her,” he promised, “but if it ever comes up, I’ll let you.”
She stared up at him for a moment, her eyes hard. Then, after quirking a brow, she turned her attention back to Hermione and placed a hand on the Muggle born’s shoulder. “If you need someone to talk to, Hermione, I’m here for you.”
Hermione held her head up, and though her tears fell silently, she stood proud. “I appreciate it, Gin,” she said. “If you two don’t mind,” she continued, glancing from Ginny to Harry, “I would like to be alone with Draco now. I’ll… owl you both later.”
The dark haired Half-blood pulled his friend into a hug. She returned his hug before they broke apart and he followed his wife to the fireplace. Hermione watched them disappear in green flames. Falling into Draco’s arms, she cried against his chest. They stood there holding one another for a while. He gently coaxed her to the couch and she curled up against him.
A thought hit her suddenly and she pulled away from him, her honey colored eyes meeting his grey ones. “Did you know this whole time?” she asked.
Sighing, he leaned back in the couch. “I won’t lie to you, love,” he admitted. “I did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she questioned, her eyes narrowing in accusation.
He licked his lips. “Didn’t think I’d have to,” he said, honestly. “Don’t give me that look, love. We started dating and last I checked, we’re in love. I didn’t think it was necessary. Why would I want to anyway? You’re with me, not him. I have no intention of giving you up. There’s no need for all that drama. You’re with me, you’re safe. I’m not going to muck this up.” He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. “I love you, Hermione, and soon we’ll be married. Despite all the horrible things there is about my family, we are a loyal lot. We may make mistakes, we are human after all. But once you’re family, that’s it.”
“Harry said you might be in it for the reputation,” she told him, though she did not shrug him off.
He frowned at that. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he commented with a huff. “Potter will always look for the worst in me.” He shook his head. “It’s not about the reputation,” he told her. “That’s not to say that I don’t recognize it, Hermione. I’m not stupid, but that’s not my angle here.”
“Then what is?”
“You are,” he told her, looking into her eyes intently. “From the moment I saw you at the Yule Ball, you’ve been my angle. Probably even before that, if I were to go by what Nott and Zabini told me. You were my forbidden fruit and I wanted you all the more for it. When the moment presented itself that I could have you, I took it. I convinced my mother that you would make the perfect addition to the family, not because I was interested in the blood and brains, but I know her. You come from a very prominent family, or you would if we could restore your parents’ memories. You’re also the brightest witch of our age. You have good genes and, honestly, Hermione, all that tripe about blood purity is a load of crock. Your blood is about as ‘dirty’ as mine is.”
“So, your mother. Is she genuine?”
He smiled. “As genuine as the Galleons in my vault,” he answered. “She’s already started calling you her daughter and we’ve only been engaged, what? A few days? Not even a week! She’s written to her sister, too, trying to patch things up between them.”
“Andromeda,” Hermione whispered. At Draco’s nod, she bit her lip. “That might take a while. Andromeda is a sweet lady, but her oldest sister killed her only child and her husband. On top of that, the entire Black family shunned her just for marrying a Muggle born. Her name was burned off the tapestry.” She looked down at her hands. “I don’t think they could never have a relationship. It will just… take time.”
“I know,” he admitted. “And Mother knows that, too. However, I think she’s willing to do whatever it takes.” He didn’t know when he had started rubbing her arm, but he found himself suddenly fascinated by the gesture. He glanced at her and his lips pulled up into a smirk as he leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips.
He took her sigh for encouragement and pressed her further onto the couch, covering her body with his own. As he deepened the kiss, he ran his hands along her sides, slipping one hand under her blouse to cup her breast. When she didn’t complain, he pushed his hand further, letting it slide under the protection of her bra and letting his fingers tweak the nipple. That earned him a breathy moan and he licked her bottom lip. With his free hand, he grabbed the back of her jeans covered knee and pulled her leg to wrap around his waist. “Draco,” she whispered passionately and he pressed his hardness against her core.
Her hands buried themselves in his hair and she arched her back, pressing her body firmly against his. “Draco,” she moaned against his lips.
He smiled against her lips and rotated his pelvis. She moaned. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the sound and continued kissing her, moving his hips again and even thrusting slightly, to mimic sex. He didn’t know how he managed to keep from moaning himself, she felt so good. It had been so long since he had had a girl beneath him and Hermione was perfect. She arched her back and squirmed just enough to hit the right spots. Her hands in his hair slid down his back and her nails scraped his back. He hissed against her lips and broke the kiss. Sitting up, he gazed down at her. Her eyes were fogged over with her desire and he knew in that moment, he could probably suggest whatever he wanted and she would do it.
Sitting back on his haunches, he sighed. “We should stop,” he whispered.
She honestly looked as though she was about to cry. She blinked and he helped her up. She looked at him curiously. “Why did you stop?” she asked innocently.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” At her confused look, he rolled his eyes. “Hermione, love, have you ever seen a cock?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “But I would assume that wasn’t a roll of Galleons in your pocket that I felt just now,” she said, quickly snapping out of her surprise.
He chuckled. “No, it wasn’t a roll of Galleons,” he confirmed. He studied her, the way she nervously bit her bottom lip and kept staring at her hands. He actually caught her shifting a glance at his crotch once or twice. “Would you like to?” he dared.
He laughed aloud at the frightful look in her eyes as she stared at him. “What? No!” she denied. “W-we’re not… married.”
“I’m not asking if you want to have sex, love,” he told her. He could tell she was getting even more nervous. “We don’t have to,” he said with a sigh. “It was just a thought. We may not be married yet, but we will be soon. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”
“Why? Why sooner rather than later?” she questioned.
Both of his eyebrows shot up at that. “Why not?” he bit back. “What’s keeping us from being married? We love each other, we’re happy together, and my mother loves you. You’ve been working on my father’s case for how long now? He’ll be out soon and planning a wedding will become more difficult.”
“Because I’m a Muggle born,” she surmised and he nodded. “He’s going to try to stop us.”
“He will,” the Pureblood admitted. “Worse, when he gets out, he’ll have control over the family, meaning he can cut me out of it if he chooses.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “He could still do that even if we get married before he’s out.”
The right side of his lip raised in a half smirk. “Actually,” he said. “You’d be surprised how quickly his attitude is going to change the moment you become a Malfoy. Especially after the marriage has been… consummated.”
“How would he even know that?” she asked, looking at him in confusion.
He glanced around the room. “At the Manor in his office, there’s a wall that shows the family tree. Each time a new Malfoy is made, another branch forms and a small portrait of the newest member is shown.”
“Oh! Grimmauld Place has one of those,” she said, perking up. “For the Black family. Actually shows where your Aunt Andromeda and Sirius had been burned off, and Nymphadora and her family are there, which makes it silly honestly.”
He nodded. “All the old wizarding families have one in their home, especially those who are proud of their heritage. No doubt, my cousin and her family were formed after great uncle Orion and great aunt Walburga passed away, or they would’ve been burned off as well.”
“How cruel!”
Draco shrugged. “The Blacks have never been known for their kindness, love.”
“So, what’s to keep your father from doing the same thing once we’ve married?” she asked. “If we marry before he gets out, that is.”
His smirk broadened. “You’ll be family then,” he clarified. “And while the Blacks have no qualms burning family off the charts, Malfoys are fiercely loyal. If he gets out before we marry, he’ll do everything he can to try to stop the wedding, but if we’re already married, there isn’t much he can do, is there?”
“He could always try to have us annul it,” she pointed out.
Draco shook his head as he leaned back on the couch. “Not if we’ve already consummated,” he said. “And I do intend to consummate that night.” He smirked as he added, “Multiple times.”
She blushed as she looked away. Hermione had never been nervous about anything in her life. However, having this discussion of sex put her on edge. When she was dating Ron, she had read all sorts of books on the process. Being faced with it, however, was a different story altogether. “It doesn’t seem too long ago, does it?” she commented looking at him with an odd expression on her face.
He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What’s that?”
“You and I,” she explained. “Going to Hogwarts for the first time, being Sorted. You know the Hat couldn’t decide at first if I should be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. To be honest, I personally saw the benefits of both Houses. I believe when it was trying to decide, it even mentioned Slytherin, but it dismissed that House because I was Muggle born. As you know, it chose Gryffindor in the end.” She shrugged and looked down at her hands. “I’ve read Hogwarts: A History. Several times, I might add. It was one of my favourite books to read that year. Godric and Salazar used to be good friends, but all that changed with Salazar wanted the school to be just for those with magical blood and not Muggle borns.”
Draco nodded, but the witch continued on, “And then I saw you. You were so cute with your smirk and cool confidence. I was a bit put off when I overheard the conversation between you and Harry, but as I didn’t really know either of you, or Ron, at the time, I tried not to put too much stock in it. I did hate the way you treated Neville, though.”
“The way I treated…” he made a face. “All I knew about Longbottom was what I was told by my mother and father. I had heard his parents were in St. Mungo’s over something my aunt had done to them. My mum was a bit cross because my aunt was thrown in Azkaban over it…”
“Your aunt was thrown in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. The fact that she had tortured Neville’s parents was only the icing on the cake to her sentencing,” the witch corrected.
He shrugged. “It didn’t really matter much to me, love,” he told her. “At the time, I was a spoiled, rich brat and the only thing that bothered me about her being in Azkaban is that I wouldn’t receive any presents from her. Later on, when she broke out and I got to know her, I realized how much she should have stayed in Azkaban.”
“You’re still a spoiled, rich brat,” she teased and giggled when he gave her a mock glare. When she settled down, she sighed. “Bellatrix did deserve to be in Azkaban. I cannot say I was sorry when she died.”
“Nor I,” Draco agreed. “Mum was a little depressed over it, but I think it was more because of the sister she once had and not the bitch my aunt had become. Growing up, I had always heard stories of my mother’s childhood and the times she had spent with my aunts. Mum’s the youngest, you know? Aunt Bella was the oldest. Though Andromeda was a bit… eccentric, they did enjoy one another’s company, at least until Andromeda ran away from home to marry the Muggle born.”
“Ted,” Hermione said and Draco looked at her curiously. “His name was Ted and he was quite the skilled wizard.”
The Pureblood nodded. “Funny how that works, eh?” he commented as he draped his arm over the back of the couch. “Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle both came from pure families. They could trace their heritage back for generations. Not as old as mine, mind, but still pretty old. Yet I was constantly helping them with their homework and much of the time, they barely passed their classes. In fact, I believe Crabbe nearly failed quite a few of his classes during our fourth year. The only time either of them ever excelled was during seventh year, and that’s not saying much. Learning about the Dark Arts was something they had been doing for as long as I have.”
Hermione nodded. “I often helped Harry and Ron with their homework as well, and Neville. But they were all fairly good students, Harry especially. Mostly, they were just lazy.”
Draco smiled. “I don’t think I ever wanted to get below an Exceeds Expectations. Acceptable grades meant I would receive a letter from my father berating me for the work.”
“Despite all the things you put us through, Draco,” she told him as she lifted a leg to rest it across his lap. “I had always admired your intelligence and hard work. Harry and Ron used to joke about how lax you were, but I couldn’t count the number of times I had seen you in the library studying.”
“Spying on me, love?” he asked with a smirk.
She gave a short giggle and shook her head. “It’s a bit difficult not to notice someone who’s always there,” she said.
He idly began rubbing her leg as they talked. “Ever wonder how different our lives would have been if I had just bucked up the courage that night out by the lake and asked you out?” he asked, looking at her with sultry eyes.
She thought on her answer and then replied, “I probably would have laughed. As it was, I was so worried I had imagined that little moment between us and more than a bit frightened that it had been real and you were planning on using it against me.”
“Why would I do that?” he questioned.
“Oh, come off it, Draco,” she said, though her voice was more contemplative than anything. “You were the Slytherin Prince. So many girls used to talk about you, even my own roommates would brag. After you had kissed me, I was on the edge for months waiting for you to try and do something more.”
He shook his head. “I was actually scared myself,” he admitted. “I kept my wand tucked up my sleeves for the longest expecting Potter or Weasel to hex me for snogging their girl.”
“’Their’ girl? You make it sound like we had some devious ménage à trois going on,” she huffed.
He shrugged. “Who’s to say you weren’t? Obviously I know now that you hadn’t, but at the time, no one could make heads or tails of your relationship with those two, and you were always together,” he explained. “In fact, I considered myself a lucky bloke to steal a few moments of your time alone to dance with you under the stars.”
“Draco was particularly visible that night, if I remember correctly,” she said thoughtfully and she straightened her blouse.
“Draco?” he asked until he realized what she was talking about. He nodded. “Yes, in fact, I was looking at it when you had come upon me and wondering about that. Grant it, you can see it any night, but it’s usually really visible only in July. Bit strange, isn’t it?”
“What was strange was you kissing me,” she pointed out. “But, yes, seeing the constellation so bright was a bit odd given the time of year. I don’t really believe in all that tripe that Divination has, but it was a little foreboding. Not long after, Voldemort returned.”
He nodded as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Is there something else we can talk about, love? While I enjoy talking about that night, I have a feeling you are about to go on a tangent about the Dark Lord and his return. I know how much it upsets you and I’d rather not get into that tonight.”
He couldn’t see her nod, but he did feel her move on the couch and curl up against him. He let his arm fall from the back of the couch to drape over her small body and he pulled her closer to him. He rested his cheek atop her head. “So,” he whispered in her hair. “Any idea of when you would like us to become official?”
She snorted as she rested her own cheek against his chest. She allowed the sound of his heartbeat to lull her. “My birthday will be in mid-September and I really don’t want to do it then. Perhaps October? November?”
“That won’t give you much time to plan,” he said.
Hermione looked up at him and he opened his eyes to meet hers. “I’m not much interested in big weddings,” she told him. “Though something tells me your mother will want to make it extravagant. Any chance we could have the elegance, but keep the ceremony low-key? It’ll be bad enough once the Prophet catches wind of our nuptials. I don’t want to poke at the pixies’ nest any more than we have to.”
“Mum will help you do whatever you like,” he said. “This is our day, not hers, and she knows and understands that. If you want low-key elegance, she’ll oblige. You just have to tell her what you want.”
She nodded into his chest. “Stay with me?” she requested softly.
He glanced down at her and watched her lift her other leg to join the first. Taking out his wand, he conjured a blanket and levitated it to lay over them both. He smiled and wrapped his other arm around her. Resting his cheek in her hair, he whispered, “Always.”
Though they were laying on the couch in her flat, it was the first time in a long time Hermione had gotten a good night’s sleep.

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