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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Fourteen

     “Draco, no,” I said and I pulled out of the kiss. “We aren’t doing this again,” I sighed, but inside I was completely conflicted. His kiss was butter and I could have grown fat on his kisses they were so tasty, but then there was the repeating sentiment, the one that went like “been there, done that,” that rolled about my brain and yet another that said, “He’s married.” That’s why I stopped and he looked wounded when I pulled away. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”
     “You like it,” he said.
     “As if liking something is ever a good enough reason to indulge in anything,” I said but I didn’t stop him when I felt his arm snake itself around me where he pulled me closer.
     “Isn’t it?” he asked and he dipped his head and dropped soft kisses behind my ear. I shivered when I felt his warm breath on my earlobe.
     “Well, no. I love hot fudge sundaes but if I sat about eating them all day long I’d be as big as a house.”
     “So I’m a delicious sundae then and one that you love?” he asked and he wagged his eyebrows.
     “No, I didn’t say that. You’re putting words in my mouth.”
     “I can put something else in your—“
     “Don’t say it,” I cut him off. I giggled under my breath.
     “You laughed,” he said in that flirty tone that I knew well.
     “That’s only because you’re funny looking,” I joked.
     “I think you like the way I look,” he said and then he unbuttoned his shirt as I bit my lip. Quick, find an escape route, my mind screamed. With purposeful fingers he guided my hand to his chest. Soft tendrils of blond chest hair tickled my fingers and an impromptu moan escaped my lips. I blushed when I realized I’d done it, but Draco was not laughing. Instead he had that look on his face, you know, the hot and bothered look and he looked divinely handsome at about that moment.
     “Jasmine said my Daddy is here,” Malcolm shouted as he burst through my bedroom door. “I wanna learn to fly this thing,” he said and he was carrying his new broom that was tucked under his arm. When he saw us he stopped dead in his tracks.
     “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I asked. “Your Dad and I were just talking,” I said when put on the spot.
     “No, you weren’t,” Mal said and he smirked.
     “Yes we were. The Liege was just—“
     “Honestly, don’t lie to him,” Draco whispered.
     “I know what you were doing,” Mal said in a childish, sing-song voice and then he blushed.
     “What do you think we were doing, hmm?” Draco asked our child.
     “Sex,” he said in a whispering voice and then he covered his mouth with his hand. My eyes bulged out of their sockets when he said it.
     “No, no Malcolm we weren’t doing that,” I said feeling completely shocked.
     “Yes we were,” Draco chimed in.
     “Draco!”
     “What, we were, at least we were about to,” Draco stated as a matter of fact.
     “No, we weren’t! Malcolm, how do you even know what that is?” I questioned my son.
     “I just do,” he replied coyly.
     “For Merlinsake, he lives in a brothel, and he’s too smart for his own good. Of course he would know,” Malfoy said and I wanted to throttle him.
     “Malcolm, run along now. The grown ups’ need to have a little chat,” I said, holding back the whirlwind of anger behind my words.
     “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Daddy,” Mal said and Draco chuckled.
     “And how do you know that Draco Malcolm Winthrop?” I said sternly.
     “Now I’m in trouble,” he said as he began to back out of the room.
     “You’re not in any trouble sport,” Draco said to Malcolm. “I assure you, you’re not. You named him after me?” Draco asked and I wanted to smack myself for saying it. “I quite like that you did that my dear,” Draco said and he reached for my hand where he proceeded to kiss it.
     “No, he is in trouble and so are you, my Liege,” I said sarcastically.
     “I told you. It’s never good when she calls me dat,” Mal said as he reached for the door knob. “Bye Daddy,” he said nervously and then he disappeared.
      “Little rough on him weren’t you?” Draco said when we were alone.
     “What? No! He’s barely four. He shouldn’t even know about sex let alone speak about it,” I said angrily. “And you didn’t help matters by talking about brothels!”
     “Oh so what punish him for being smart, for knowing where he lives and what goes on here? That hardly seems fair,” he said.
     “No, I—I’m angry at whichever of the girls told him. I thought he thought this place a restaurant and a you know, a tavern of sorts,” I said and I didn’t even realize that I’d naturally laid my head on the blond’s chest and was immersed in twirling my index finger in his chest hair. When I realized I was doing it I immediately stopped.
     “I like when you do that Granger,” Draco said and when I moved away from him he pulled me back, wrapping his arm around me. “Don’t be so hard on him, alright? My father rode me too hard and I wasn’t such a nice kid because of it.”
     “I never thought of it that way. My parents pretty much let me do whatever I wanted. In fact they encouraged me.”
     “Your parents, the Muggles right?” the blond asked and I was angry again.
     “Don’t even go there,” I said angrily.
     “Damn, what did I do wrong now?”
     “Oh I don’t know, maybe I just don’t like to hear you spout off racist names whilst you’re lying in my bed!” I said with a slightly raised voice.
     “Racist?” Draco shrugged. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was interested is all. Never mind,” he said in such a way as to make the subject go away.
     “I’m sorry. I know you weren’t being that way. I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. I feel like I’m all, I don’t know, wound up tight for some reason.” Yes, I totally walked into that one and no sooner had the words left my mouth did I instantly regret it.
     “It’s too bad we weren’t actually having sex when Malcolm walked in,” Draco said with a smirk on his face. “You could use it.”
     “Stop talking about sex. It’s never going to happen,” I assured.
     “It will. You will once again moan out my name in the throes of passion, that’s a given.”
     “Out. Now. And shut up about sex already! Don’t make me perform Silencio on you Malfoy,” I said but then I went back to stroking his chest, again without any care or thought. A few minutes passed and Draco hadn’t so much as made a peep. “Thank you,” I finally said. “Look, I know what you’re going to say—I mean, it’s clear how you feel about Mal growing up in a brothel and I can’t really disagree, but what you don’t understand is that this is my home and the girls and Ron, my family. I don’t want to leave them,” I said and I was surprised when Draco had nothing to say on the matter. “Aren’t you going to say something? I mean perhaps you’re pondering—if you’re pondering just say so and I’ll be quiet.” Again there was nothing but silence. “Draco?” I said and I sat up and stared at him. I covered my mouth when I saw that his mouth was stitched shut making it impossible for him to speak! “Oh my God what did I do? Did I do that? I’m not even carrying my wand. I don’t do wandless magic. How did that happen?” I asked but then I saw the flash of anger in the blond’s eyes and I quickly reached for my wand where I chanted the counter curse.
     “Bloody hell Granger!” he shouted and I clamped a hand over his mouth.
     “It’s Rose, remember?” I whispered.
     “Fucking hell, Rose!” he yelled. “Be more careful with the words you choose.” Yes, he actually said that after dropping the F bomb at the top of his lungs. “You can’t go about saying silencio just any ole time that you want!”
     “I don’t understand. I use a wand to cast. This has never happened before. I’m sorry Malfoy, I’ll be more careful. I’m really sorry,” I said again and then I reached inside my nightstand drawer for the small tube of healing cream. With delicate fingers I massaged the blond’s lips until they were fully healed. “I feel bad. You forgive me?” I asked. It was hard to tell how he felt whether or not he was angry with me or not because he hadn’t said much, aside from the loud cursing.
     “It’s not a problem at all. I love the feel of a needle going through my skin, fifty four times!” he said angrily.
     “I’m sorry Draco,” I said again and I propped myself up on his chest. “I really am,” I said when he turned his head away from me.
     “You could prove it,” he said.
     “And how should I do that?”
     “Well, you could get on top of me and ride me…for starters.”
     “What? You rodent! I thought I’d really upset you,” I said when he turned and smirked at me. That led to horsing around which in turn led to more kissing and further petting and when Malcolm came in a second time we really were close to having sex. This time I wasn’t angry with my son at all, in fact I thanked him because my defenses were down completely when it came to the blond and I didn’t want to sleep with Malfoy, even if I did. He was married and nothing was gray where that was concerned, it was perfectly black and white.

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     “ Pleasant evening…My Liege,” came a small, female voice just as Draco reached the great, oak door of the brothel. He and Granger had a good day talking and kissing and fighting and playing around. It was a step in the right direction and with a little bit of luck she would remember more of the time she was missing and would give him back his damn magic, the magic he’d given to her. The magic she didn’t know she had at all. When she cast silencio on him he was secretly thrilled. Of course he hated that particular spell so if he could have picked one of any number of wandless spells for her to perform it wouldn’t have been that one, but, it was a sign and a good one at that. The fact that Hermione could now perform wandless magic, something that she herself could not formerly do told Draco one thing. The transference was successful. He’d worried that the hourglass was a fraud, a fake, just something to throw the Dark Lord’s victims off, to make them think that they had a fighting chance of defeating his powerful magic and that when Draco felt his magic drain from him it was not a transference so much as it was a blatant theft, propagated by his monster of a surrogate father. So yes, he was pleased that Granger hit him with Silencio when she did. Now she just had to remember before the five days were up and then she could give it back to him—and he wanted it back. Badly. To be a wizard without magic was akin to being a fireman without a hose or without water. He was essentially a Muggle. “My Liege,” the girl said again and that’s when Draco realized that he was standing at the door, frozen in place and lost in thought.
     “Katydid, right?” Draco said when he slowly turned around to see the tiny dancer. She nodded, coyly. Draco tugged at his collar, uncomfortably, and he gazed up the spiral staircase to make sure that Granger wasn’t watching him from above. She wasn’t. “I—pleasure to see you again. I should be going,” he said nervously. He could feel the spell working its magic on him and he hated it. In two seconds he’d be completely under the spell.
     “My Liege. Look,” she said and she giggled. Just close your eyes do not look or you’re a goner. Fucking stupid Muggle, Draco! He howled at himself but then he opened his eyes and looked anyway, the urge was just too strong. He couldn’t stop himself he was a Muggle under the spell of a tiny witch. She couldn’t have been more than seven stone and that was soaking wet. It was embarrassing. Humiliating even, and he just wanted to go.
     “Shit,” he said when her breast popped out and Draco found himself gazing at her exposed tit.
     “That was sexy. Hey, let’s get out of here. Want to go back to your place? I bet it’s real nice,” she winked and then her other breast was out.
     “Yeah,” Draco said but his words were not his own. It was the blasted spell and it was going to ruin everything with Hermione. You fucking cunt, get away from me.
     “Perfect,” she said but she looked nervous too. Draco noticed how she too kept watching the stairs, no doubt afraid of her boss and friend, Miss Rose Winthrop. “Shall we?” she said and Draco knew he was in trouble when he extended his arm. He was a puppet on a string, not even his movements were his own. Whatever happened to good ole fashioned love spells where the bloke was hot to trot for a girl for a little while and then the spell wore off and he spent the rest of the school year getting her back in fun and evil ways? The spell he was under felt a tad shy of the Imperius curse and he hated every second of it.

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     “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You’re so very attractive and now that Rose hates me..She slapped me today, can you believe it?” Katy said as she stood in the grand ballroom at Draco’s estate whilst Draco stood there like a dunce, unable to will himself to leave. “I’ve wanted to dance with you again. Remember the first time we danced?” she asked and Draco didn’t. If he did at all it was certainly some ruse in order to gain favor from Granger, that much he was sure of. The music started and like a marionette on strings, Draco began to dance. He twirled her and lifted her and he wished the song would never end—not because he wanted to dance with her, but because he feared what would happen once the song ended. He hadn’t spent the better part of the last four years living a life of celibacy to throw it away in one night and with a woman who he wasn’t even remotely attracted to. Fuck, someone save me. This is embarrassing, he cried out in his head.
     “Draco, is that you?” He heard Ginny’s voice from the kitchen. Thank Merlin! “I’ve asked the house elves to make me a sandwich. I’m hungry. You want one?” she asked but Draco was unable to answer.
     “Is that one of your servants?” Katydid asked and Draco forced himself to nod. “Oh her grating voice is ruining the music. You better answer her. Tell her no,” she said and then she pressed her body snug against his. Draco jumped when he felt her hand between his legs. She was rubbing his member through his pants and he was growing hard. It was not one of his finer moments and he was just glad that Granger wasn’t there to witness such a bastardly mess.
     “You don’t want a sandwich Draco? It’s roast beef, your favorite,” Ginny hollered from the kitchen once more.
     “No, he doesn’t. The Liege is dancing with me,” Katydid shouted.
     “’Mione?” she called back.
     “Who’s that?” Katy asked and it took everything in Draco not to answer her, but he accomplished that one goal to not out Granger. Pathetic.
     “Draco, did she remember?” Ginny said when she came waltzing into the ballroom with a mouthful of roast beef sandwich. She stopped short when she saw Katydid. “Oh! I wasn’t expecting…Draco, who is this?”
     “His date,” Katy said staring into Draco’s eyes. “Now go on and clean a toilet or something,” she said and she waved Ginny off.
     “Pardon me? Did you just tell the Lady of Blind Falls to clean a toilet? I could avada your arse right now,” Ginny said. Draco was sure that she was just fucking with Katydid. She liked to play the jealous wife for kicks although telling her to go clean his toilet was a morbidly, stupid move on her part. It gave Ginny a reason to be cruel when she already enjoyed it (at least with Purebloods she did), or so she told Draco once when they were out at a high society party and a woman hit on Draco right in front of Ginny. Naturally a duel commenced and Ginny being the better sorcerer came out on top. Draco and she laughed the entire carriage ride home. “That’s my husband, Missy. You want to rephrase that?” Ginny said and she winked at Draco.
     “Oh M’aam, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
     “What if I don’t want to?” Ginny asked and she pulled her wand on Katydid.
      “I—I don’t want any trouble and I should be going really. Miss Rose will wonder where I’ve been,” Katy said nervously and she let go of Draco.
     “Wait, don’t I know you? Are you that stripper from that disgusting whore house? You dance and let married men put coins in your twat, don’t you?”
     “Well—I wouldn’t say that they put coins, ummmm, there, but—“
     “Shut it. Look little slut, I better not catch you with my husband again. You getting me?” Ginny said, playing the role to the nines and Draco couldn’t be more pleased.
     “Yes, my Lady. I’m sorry my Lady,” Katy said nervously and then she curtsied before she turned around and sprinted for the patio doors.
     “Haha works every time. I thought it was one of those Pureblood bint’s from the women’s society at first. The way she told me to clean the toilet I thought for sure she was Pureblood. When I realized it was one of ‘Mione’s girl’s I went easy on her,” Ginny said biting into her sandwich. “You’re pale Draco, even more so than usual,” Ginny said staring at him and then Draco let out a gasp when he felt the spell dissipate.
     “Cursed me…” he managed to say through staggered breaths as he hunched over and began to get sick.
     “Who did? She did?”
     “Love curse,” he said.
     “That little bitch. Does Hermione know?” Draco shook his head. “Oh she’s mine then. She won’t get far,” Ginny said and then she kicked off her high heels. “Accio Firebolt,” she shouted and then she was gone. Draco was disgusted with himself but he hoped that Ginny would go easy on her because he didn’t need Hermione asking questions. He’d told her that she needn’t worry about that spell, that the other spells were much more worrisome. He was clearly wrong. Of course as a Liege and to a lesser extent a Death Eater he was immune to such lesser spells, but he was only an acting Liege, a Muggle, and even the simplest spell was now toxic to Draco. He gulped when that realization dawned on him. Fuck Granger, remember already!

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     “Can we Mummy?” Malcolm asked excitedly and he waved a parchment in his hand.
     “Can we what?” I said and I reached out my hand for the letter he was waving like a flag in his tiny hand. I smiled when I read it. It was an owl and it was from Draco. We’d been invited to his house for brunch.
     “So can we?” Mal asked.
     “Oh I don’t know. I mean, I suppose so. I don’t see any harm in it. Brunch isn’t as formal as lunch so it should be alright.”
     “Invited somewhere posh?” Ron asked as he busied himself behind the bar.
     “Oh it’s nothing really. Mal and I just have a—a—play date of sorts.”
     “With who?” Ron asked casually.
     “Oh that’s not really important,” I said uncomfortably. I was in high spirits and the last thing I needed was a row with Ron over Malfoy.
     “Come on, what’s the big secret?” he asked and I sighed. “Reminds me of that time you got into the restricted section of the library, doesn’t it?” Ron said.
     “It’s no secret. The Liege invited us for brunch. That’s all. No big deal. How does brunch with the Liege remind you of—the restricted section?” It made no sense. It was as if he just threw that into the conversation for no reason at all.
     “No big deal huh?” Ron chuckled. “Sure seems like a big deal.” He completely ignored the last part of my question but I didn’t have time for Ron’s silliness.
     “Well to Malcolm, yes,” I said and I busied myself as I folded the napkins and laid out the place settings in the tavern.
     “I think it is to you as well. It is, isn’t it?” Ron asked.
     “Nope,” I said and left it at that.
     “I know you too well. You’ve got it for him. Again.”
     “Got what? A healthy barometer when it comes to his bullshit? Yes, yes I do,” I said.
     “No, that’s not what I meant. You’re into him. Do you love him?”
     “What?” I blushed. “Of course not, but I love you and I love the girls and most of all I love Malcolm.”
     “You don’t love my Daddy too?” Mal said and it looked as if he might cry.
     “No, she doesn’t because he’s a jackarse,” Katydid said when she bustled into the tavern sporting a black eye. I looked at Tuesdee who was elbow deep in dirty dishes and she just shrugged. Jasmine walked in right at that moment with Honora tagging along behind her and the both of them plopped down at one of the tables and just stared at Katydid. It was as if they were watching a show, as if they were waiting for something to happen. My suspicions went on high alert.
     “The Liege is not a jackarse Malcolm, so don’t listen to Katy, and feelings are difficult things. I like your Da—the Liege and—and I, well we can talk about this later sweetie.” Mal seemed happy with that answer so I asked him to run along and get his shoes on since the Liege would be arriving soon in his carriage.
     “Katydid, something happen after I went to bed last night?” I asked and when she looked at me I pointed to her eye.
     “No,” she said cryptically.
     “Your eye, it’s black and blue,” I said.
     “I just—maybe I got into a little bit, tiny really, nothing to really speak of, but yes it was the tiniest of…maybe…a duel?” Katy said quietly like a mouse.
     “A duel?” Tuesdee, Ron and myself all shouted at the same time.
     “With whom did you get into this…duel?” I asked, sounding as if I wasn’t the least bit interested when deep inside I was chomping at the bit for information.
     “With that awful Ginny Malfoy. Bollocks that woman is such a cow. I mean—since when is dancing against the law?” Katy spat angrily.
     “I take it you lost then?” Ron asked and I caught the faintest of smirks behind his freckled face.
     “I would say…possibly…it was a…draw,” she said meekly. That’s when I was certain that Ginny bested her and not in a small way. The question was why?
     “I think she fecked him, she did, or tried to and the Lady caught her in da act,” Jasmine let out great belly laughs while I suddenly felt sick inside.
     “She pulled the ‘poppa-tit’ trick on the Liege. I saw it all from right up there,” Honora said and she pointed to the small corner behind the staircase, a spot that gave the best vantage point of the tavern. It was my go to place for a bird’s eye view when things got rowdy and I wanted to keep an eye on certain situations.
     “The poppa-tit? I’m not familiar with that one,” I said as I watched Katydid put on her leg warmers and dance shoes for a bit of practice before the night fell and the place was packed with douche bags all looking to spend their coin on a whore—a dirty rotten whore! I was livid, but I had to keep it in check so I just listened.
     “You know, flash a nip, lift yer skirt for the gents? It’s a ploy to get ‘dem to look at ye. Oldest trick in da book,” Jasmine said and I must have had steam coming out my ears at that point.
     “And you saw Katy do this to the Liege, last night when he was here?” I asked Honora and she nodded as she bit into an apple.
     “And what did the Liege do when she did the trick, the… poppa-tit?” I asked in a calm manner. Under the surface I was a nuclear bomb ready to detonate.
     “He left with her,” Honora said as she tossed her apple core into one of the plants in the corner of the room. I was too angry to even gripe at her for it what with Katy popping her tits out for Malfoy!
     “Why’d ya have to tell her that?” Ron griped.
     “What? I’m not the one showing my hooch to the Liege,” Honora said with a smirk.
     “She—she showed her hooch—her lady bits too?” I shouted.
     “I’m not sure but I think so, yes I think she did.”
     “Honora, you really don’t give a shite about anyone else’s feeling, do you?” Tuesdee argued.
     “Oh you’re one to talk. Miss Morals since you married Rob. Let me remind you that you also spread your legs for the blokes. You’re no better. I seen you pull the poppa-hooch many a times. Isn’t that right Jasmine?”
     “I’m stayin’ outta dis one. I didn’t seen nothin’” Jasmine said and she held her hands up. By that time Tuesdee was already coming over the bar whilst I made a bee line for Katydid who was now on the stage doing her warm ups.
     “Oh no, no you don’t,” Ron said as he untied his apron and tossed it. “Ladies, please,” he shouted.
     “Katydid may I have a word,” I said angrily.
     “I’m kind of busy, Rose and besides, my cheek still stings from where you slapped me for no reason.”
     “No reason? No reason?” I shouted. I briefly heard the great door creak open and then the sound of distant voices, this above the shouting that was going on between Tuesdee and Honora who by the sounds of it were immersed in a full on brawl with Ron trying in earnest to break it up.
     “That’s what I said! Now piss off,” she said rudely. “Oh and no need to thank me for folding Malcolm’s clothes for him and any number of a thousand chores that I do for your sweet boy even if he does look a little too much like that arse of a Liege,” she spat. “It’s not his fault. It’s his Mum’s fault really, so I don’t hold it against little Malcolm.”
     “What’s the matter, did the Liege spurn your advances?” I launched. I was already in attack mode by the time she made that last rude comment.
     “If you must know I rubbed him off on the dance floor. It was brilliant and hot. He’s quite the big boy isn’t he?” she said and I literally pounced on her.
     “Just wait until I’m done with you,” I swore at the dancer and then I did the unthinkable and a torrid of hexes fired off like a cannon from my tongue. I couldn’t stop myself and by the time I was done Katy had blue hair, a troll’s feet and a full beard as she clucked like a chicken and waddled like a duck on the dance floor. “Oh the guys are going to love that look,” I twittered with laughter at my own handiwork. Still, wandless magic was dangerous in certain hands and mine were definitely dangerous hands because I enjoyed myself far too much.
     “Rose!” a man shouted and I turned around to see Draco standing there with Malcolm at his side. Both of them just stared at me and I suddenly felt like I was the tiny one.
     “God, Katy I’m sorry. I’m sorry for slapping you and I’m sorry for…THIS!” I said. “I know he isn’t into you, so don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again or next time it’ll be worse,” I whispered in her ear and then I smiled and stepped over her as my guests awaited me. Think of something Hermione, neither Draco nor Malcolm are going to believe some dumb excuse for your behavior, I said to myself as I grabbed my coat and hat and set off with Draco and Malcolm for a pleasant brunch.
     “Back there,” Draco said as the carriage bumbled down the road. “I know it wasn’t your fault.”
     “Thank you. Good of you to say considering that it was your fault,” I smiled when Mal looked over at me.
     “My fault?” Draco nearly choked.
     “You fell for the poppa-tit,” I whispered. “Oldest trick in the book… You know?” I said casually and then I stared out the window as we pulled up the long drive that led to Draco’s estate. I ignored the chuckles that echoed through the carriage.

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