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A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 75943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters, places and themes belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastic.
A/N: The chapter title comes from the song “Point of No Return” from the Phantom of the Opera. A very happy birthday to Jessie! Hope this chapter is a good b-day present!
Chapter 15: Our Games of Make-Believe Are at an End
Drifting somewhere between that exquisite state of sleep and that unwelcome state of consciousness, Hermione squirmed between her sheets as sensations she wasn’t used to raced through her. Sure, she was sleeping, but there were no images in her head to imply any dreams.
Her eyes slowly blinked open, her mind taking in the sensations around her…
One of those sensations just happened to be in between her legs. Still groggy from sleep, she whined low in her throat at the feeling of a hand touching her slowly… but, it wasn’t her hand. Her mind was taking a moment to register things and all of a sudden she felt the heat of a hard body behind her back and soft kisses being placed on the nape of her neck.
She tensed instantly and only relaxed when Draco’s voice whispered in her ear. “Easy there, Hermione… it’s just me.”
“Oh, really? I thought you might have been Donny for a second there,” she moaned as she arched into his touch, his finger dipping into her tantalizingly.
“Sarcastic pillow-talk; you really know how to turn a bloke on,” he whispered in her ear, causing shivers to vibrate down her spine to the source where his hand massaged her.
“Why… are you doing this?” she panted, her head muddled with sleep and pleasure. Her rational side hadn’t woken up yet… it hated mornings.
“Not sure,” he mumbled, his other hand slipping under her oversized t-shirt to caress her breast. “We only have the flat to ourselves for a short while, so I seized the opportunity.”
He stopped stroking her and she groaned in frustration.
“Patience, darling,” he laughed as he pulled down her damp underwear. She felt him slide out of his own pyjama pants and she tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped her, holding her firm with her back against his front.
She felt him moving behind her and then his wand was pointed at her mouth, her heart in her throat as the crazy notion that he might hex her ran through her mind. He cast a silent spell and she felt a tingling in her mouth, her heartbeat slowing when she realized he wasn’t going to hex her but was just placing a mouth-cleansing charm on her.
Grabbing her chin with his sticky fingers, he turned her head to kiss her mouth softly, pressing his lips to hers and then slowly licking her lower lip. She opened her mouth to him, tasting his minty breath and laughing softly.
“What?” he asked, with a smile.
“You had to place a mouth-cleansing charm on me before kissing me?” she asked back.
“Can’t say I’m a fan of morning breath… even if it’s coming out of that sweet, sinful mouth of yours,” he whispered against her lips.
With that said he kissed her again, tasting her as deeply as he could while he gripped her thigh and placed it over his own, opening her up to his gratification. From behind, he eased his way into her warm, wet folds and she wrenched her lips away from his, bringing her hand back to clutch his arm tightly.
She was caught off-guard with the feeling of wholeness she felt as he connected with her. Their first time together had been admittedly awkward and rushed, but still, even then she had felt something.
It was tearing her apart… conflicting feelings for a man she didn’t like and yet admired at the same time.
Cognitive ability seemed to cease as he thrust into her, hitting spots she hadn’t known existed, never having been taken in that position. She tried to hold in her loud sounds of enjoyment, but he would have none of it.
“Scream for me, wife,” he muttered in her ear, bringing his hand around to her junction of damp curls to tease her hooded pearl as he thrust harder.
So, she screamed.
He smiled against her neck. “Obedience… never thought I’d ever witness that from you.”
“Do me a favor and shut up,” she breathed out, turning her head to give him a harsh kiss, biting his upper lip and digging her nails into his hip.
“You shut up,” he whispered gruffly.
“No, you.”
“Very mature,” he said in a low groan. “Now, would you just come for me?”
“Patience, darling,” she spit back at him, her lips curving and then opening as another strangled scream came out when he pinched her in a particularly over-sensitive region.
Shuddering helplessly she dragged her hand to his head and slightly yanked at his hair as he made the heavens open for her, the fires in hell to cease momentarily, and the world to stop on its axis.
Feeling her clench around his patient erection, Draco finally let go of the nerve-wracking control he had put on himself, following his faux wife into orgasmic bliss.
Running his fingers down her sweat-covered torso, Draco lazily traced letters against her skin, his head resting next to hers on her pillow as she watched his hand movements and tickled his cheek with her breath.
“Can you believe we’ve actually had sex?” Hermione asked quietly.
“Sure, why not?”
“I don’t know; it’s just strange. Think about it… a few months ago, if anyone had told me that I would be lying in bed with Draco Malfoy out of my own free will, then I would have suggested a nice mental health asylum for them.”
“It’s just sex,” he said.
She stayed quiet and wondered if it really was just sex. To her, it was a bit more… she liked waking up with his hands on her, touching her, teasing her, taking her to the place she could only find in the arms of another…
But if it was ‘just sex’ for him, then she would make it a point not to let him know that she thought of it as more. It might have been easy for him, for any of the male species, to think of intercourse as nothing, as just a means to get off… but it was always something more to her. It was more than lust, more than desire, more than passion, but it wasn’t exactly love. All she knew was that it was confusing as hell.
“When did you lose your virginity?” he suddenly asked, his fingers still tracing patterns on her stomach.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just curious,” he shrugged.
“When did you lose yours?” she asked.
“I asked first.”
She frowned and then closed her eyes as his fingers lulled her into a serene rest. “I was fifteen.”
“So, fifth year,” he said.
“No. Fourth year,” she corrected quietly.
His hand stilled, but she kept her eyes closed. “You had sex in our fourth year?”
“I was fifteen,” she repeated. “I was born in September, so I’m older than most of the people in our year.”
His fingers moved again, circling her belly button. “Was it Weasley?” he asked.
“I’ve never slept with Ron,” she said firmly. “We’ve always been friends. I admit we might have had passing fancies for each other in our sixth year, but that eventually waned over.”
“Potter, then?”
“No, and I don’t think I want to answer this question,” she said, opening her eyes to turn and look at him.
He smiled slightly. “Well, now that you’ve said that, I have to know.”
She shook her head at him. “It’s none of your business.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me,” he insisted, raising his fingers to her neck and tracing the lines of her collarbone softly. “Please?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the delicate nature of his caress. He was toying with her emotions.
“Try me.”
She waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath to still her suddenly frazzled nerves. She wasn’t expecting Draco’s other hand to reach for her own to weave his fingers with hers. “It was Cedric Diggory.”
“You lost your virginity to Diggory?” he asked, his voice suspiciously gruff.
“Yes.”
“Diggory? The dead Triwizard champ?”
“Well, he wasn’t dead at the time,” she replied hotly.
“How on earth did you end up sleeping with Diggory?” he asked, flabbergasted.
She clucked her tongue in annoyance and rolled her eyes. “It just happened. I was in the library studying late one night and he was researching for his next task in the tournament. I happened to be using one of the books he needed, so he asked for it and we just started talking.”
“Weren’t you all cozy-cozy with Krum in our fourth year?” he asked.
“You can’t seem to grasp the concept of me just having male friends, can you?” she asked shortly.
“Don’t be snappy with me,” he drawled.
She rolled her eyes again. “I slept with Cedric, yes. We ended up talking the entire night that night, realizing we had much in common. He was a very sweet and kind boy and I don’t regret what we did.”
“Well, that’s surprising. I never thought of you as a ‘one-night stand’ type of girl,” he murmured.
“I never thought of myself as a ‘marry a man I hate’ type of girl, either,” she shot back.
He just smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “You’re obviously not a morning person.”
She scowled at him and moved to get out of his grasp, but he held her tighter and laughed when she started to wriggle against him in the attempt to leave the bed.
“You keep squirming and we’ll just stay in this bed longer than I had planned,” he whispered in her ear.
A sudden loud knocking at the front door sounded and they looked at each other, wondering who would be knocking so early in the morning. Just in case it was the DMP, Hermione took out her wand and fused their beds together, mussing up the covers and pillows, although the illusion didn’t really need to be altered much.
Draco pulled on his boxers and pants, grabbing a clean shirt from his wardrobe. While Hermione put on some clothes, he went out to answer the door.
As soon as the door was open, Donny pushed past him and looked around the flat. “Where is she? Is she alright? I can’t believe I just let you two leave without telling me what was going on! I’ve been worried sick and I didn’t sleep all night and… where is she, Draco?”
Donny stood in the living room, her hair a complete mess, pulled back with a frayed ribbon; she wore sweat pants and a t-shirt that had seemed to have lost a fight with a gallon of bleach and a horde of moths; and her eyes were bloodshot.
“Where have you been all night, Donny?” Draco asked, leading her by the arm to the kitchen to get her a cup of tea.
“I’ve been worrying my bum off!” she said. “Hermione was attacked and I just let her go home with you without even finding out what happened. I couldn’t sleep, Draco! The guilt and the worry were eating me alive.”
He sat her down at the table and the minute he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she burst into tears.
Someone forgot to take their anti-PMS potion this morning.
“Er, Donny? Uh… Hermione’s fine,” he said, wondering when his wife was going to finally come and relieve him of comforting her friend.
“I’m supposed to be her friend! But, I just left the party and did as the two of you told me to when I should have insisted you tell me what was going on,” she cried. “Plus, on my way home, I ran into Jimmy and he’s engaged! Engaged, Draco! I can’t even find a boyfriend and that stupid wanker is engaged!”
Who in the hell is Jimmy? AND WHERE THE HELL IS HERMIONE?
“Donny?” Hermione’s voice finally said, coming from the doorway of the kitchen. “Don, what’s wrong?”
Draco slowly backed away from the kitchen, leaving the two females to themselves as Donny started speaking in that high-pitched sobby voice only dogs, and apparently Hermione, could hear. He gestured to Hermione that he was going to go pick up Zane, and he left before he was dragged into anything he didn’t want to be a part of.
“And then we played monsters and then we played outside and we made a hundred sand castles and then Auntie Tonks made us some dinner and it was yummy and then Uncle Remus played with us and he made our toys bigger with his wand!” Zane chatted happily to his father as they walked home from the Lupin residence.
“Sounds like you had fun, Z,” Draco replied, squeezing his son’s hand.
“I did, daddy! But I missed you and mummy.”
“We missed you, too, mate,” he smiled.
They made it home to find Hermione in the living room, reading a book and twirling a stray curl around her finger.
“Mummy!” Zane cried out, rushing into her lap and hugging her tight. “I missed you!”
She kissed his face and wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you, too, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Wolf?”
“Yes!” he replied.
Hermione looked over at Draco, sitting across from them in the armchair. “Your mother invited us to lunch today. She’s angry with us for leaving so abruptly yesterday without saying goodbye.”
He rolled his eyes. “What time?”
“In half an hour,” she replied.
“Are we going to Gamma’s?” Zane asked. “I wanna tell her about my sleepover with Wolf!”
“Yes, and she’ll be so excited to hear all you’ve got to say,” Hermione told him. “Why don’t you go put your bag in your room and change into clean clothes?”
He nodded quickly and jumped off the couch, leaving Draco and Hermione alone in the living room.
“So, what happened with Donny?” Draco asked once Zane left.
“She was having a bad day not having had any sleep last night and worrying herself sick over what had happened. I assured her that I was fine and that I wasn’t hurt. She also ran into her ex-boyfriend yesterday, the man she caught sleeping with her neighbor. It seems he’s getting married and Donny’s been kind of down lately with everyone around her getting married.”
“Is she still hung up on that Wood bloke?”
Hermione smiled. “Yeah. She’s always been a bit eccentric and her Oliver Wood obsession vents her frustration on not finding a boyfriend. I’m actually starting to feel really bad for her. She’s such a wonderful girl and yet she can’t seem to find one decent man to love her just the way she is. I was thinking of doing something special for her since her birthday is coming up next week. I just can’t think of anything.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he said.
“I hope so. I’m not very creative when it comes to giving gifts and I really want to cheer her up,” she mused out loud. “If worse comes to worst, I guess I can just take her out to dinner and buy her some jewelry.”
“You’re right, you’re not very creative,” he teased, getting a throw-pillow flung at him in response.
“Me and Wolf had a pillow fight, too!” Zane announced as he walked in to the living room, watching his poor father get smacked with a pillow. “I winned the pillow fight because Malfoys never lose!”
Hermione snorted and shook her head. “Everybody loses at some point, Zane.”
“Nuh uh. Not Malfoys. Daddy told me that we never, ever, ever lose! We are always the winners,” he explained.
“Well, it seems Daddy forgot to tell you about the times he lost Quidditch matches in school,” she said, trying to incorporate a sense of reality in the disillusioned child.
Zane turned a horror-stricken look at his father, who was glaring at his wife. “You losted Kidditch games, daddy?”
Draco spoke through clenched teeth. “Once or twice, yes.”
Hermione snorted again at his understatement. She mumbled something under her breath that sounded a lot like ‘more like once or twice a year.’
“But it’s ok, daddy,” Zane assured him. “Wolf winned when we played racing and when we played jumping jump.”
The three of them left the house soon after, listening to Zane explain the intricate, nonsensical rules of ‘jumping jump.’ They arrived at the Malfoy manor after apparating there from an official Apparition location near their flat.
Narcissa greeted them with her usual brilliant smile and Lucius, of course, greeted them with his subtle sneer, only giving Zane a small wink of acknowledgement.
Lunch was served in the dining hall of the manor, the five of them seated around the shrunken grand table for a more intimate setting. Zane talked extensively to his grandparents, telling them every single thing that had happened since he had last seen them.
Taking a sip of his pumpkin juice from the plastic, spill-proof cup, he was just about to finish telling his grandmother about the adventure he had had with Rosie and an abandoned box when he suddenly gasped and pointed at Hermione.
“Oh, no!” he said, his eyes wide as he stared at her. “You have an ouchie on your neck, mummy! Are you ok?”
The three other adults turned to look as Hermione reached up to her neck with a confused look on her face. “I don’t have an ouchie, Zane.”
“Yeah, you do,” he insisted.
“He seems to be right, dear,” Narcissa said.
Hermione picked up one of the spoons laid out in front of her and turned it over to look at her neck, not caring how improper using the silverware in that manner was.
Lucius snorted inelegantly into his champagne. “Why, Narcissa, your naiveté astounds me.”
“My naiveté? What are you talking about, Lu— oh, dear heavens,” she gasped.
The minute Narcissa had spoken Hermione dropped the spoon with a clatter to the table, shooting Draco a dark look as she saw in the reflection the hickey he had given her.
His eyes were wide, hinting at the power it was taking him not to laugh.
“Do you need Daddy to kiss your ouchie?” Zane asked.
Lucius snorted again. “I do believe that’s what caused the ouchie in the first place.”
“Lucius!” Narcissa admonished.
“Huh?” Zane asked.
“Nothing, Z,” Draco said, his head down as his shoulders shook with mirth.
Hermione’s cheeks flamed as she propped her elbow on the table and rested her face in her hand. “It’s ok, Zane. I don’t have an ouchie. I accidentally colored on myself with your coloring quills.”
“Oh. That’s silly, mummy,” he laughed, taking a bite of his food. “You’re always so silly. Like a silly-billy.”
As he laughed to himself, his rhyming pretty much being the funniest thing he’d thought of, he didn’t seem to notice the tension and inquisitive glances taking place between the adults.
Narcissa was the first to break through the awkward silence and her grandson’s giggles. “So, Draco, you didn’t tell me exactly why you left so suddenly yesterday.”
“Hermione and I had a prior engagement,” he mumbled.
Lucius rolled his eyes and smirked. “Is that what you young people are calling it these days?”
“If you can’t behave yourself, Lucius, you can go eat in the kitchen,” Narcissa said sharply.
“Uh oh, Gampa got in trouble,” Zane snickered. “Are you going to spank him, Gamma?”
“That would be delightful,” Lucius said before Narcissa had a chance to say anything.
“Really, Lucius!” she practically screamed.
Draco laughed into his napkin as Hermione hid her own smile behind her hand. As long as the attention was off of them, then they could find humor in the situation. Zane shook his head in confusion. All the adults were so silly.
“You’ll have to excuse my husband. He forgets his age,” Narcissa said angrily. “Now, did you at least enjoy yourselves at the Soiree? I know Donatella ran off soon after the two of you left. The poor girl seemed distressed for some reason.”
“She’s been having a tough week,” Hermione half-lied.
“Oh, poor dear. You know, I know that she’s single, so I was thinking maybe to introduce her to some single male acquaintances of mine. Do you think she would like that?”
“I’m not sure; who do you have in mind?” Hermione asked.
“Well, I know Desdemona Reid’s son, Victor, is single.”
“No!” Draco said violently. When they all gave him surprised looks, he took a calming breath and smiled. “I mean, no, I don’t think the two of them would be compatible. She spoke with him at the Soiree and they didn’t get along.”
Narcissa nodded sadly. “Well, I’m sure we’ll find someone for her. I absolutely adore her to bits.”
After the conversation dwindled, Narcissa took Hermione into the sitting room while the menfolk were served brandy, talking about Quidditch and the Ministry and other male interests. Zane sped off to find his favorite house-elf, Sunshine Banana, to play a game of hide-and-seek.
Hermione sat down across from her mother-in-law and smiled politely while the older woman looked at her. “Are you having an extra-marital affair?” Narcissa asked without preamble.
Suppressing the urge to drop her jaw, Hermione shook her head. “No, Narcissa, I’m not cheating on Draco.”
“Then, tell me, how on earth did you get that love-bite… and don’t lie to me, because I’m not that naïve.”
Hermione worried her lower lip between her teeth, unsure of what to say. Realizing that Narcissa was really the only one she could talk to about the situation, she expelled a pent-up breath and closed her eyes. “Draco and I had sex.”
“I see,” Narcissa replied, tapping her fingers against her chin. “How long have you two been sharing a bed?”
“Well, you see, we haven’t exactly been sharing a bed, we just sort of had sex last night… and then this morning.”
Narcissa nodded and tapped her finger faster, a nervous habit of hers. “I thought the two of you disliked each other.”
“We do. Our personalities are so divergent that we fight more than we do anything else,” she said. “But, then, we’ve been getting along for Zane’s sake and because two people can’t really live together and hate each other for so long. Compromises have been made and we do realize our faults eventually.”
“So, do you think that you might have feelings for him?”
Hermione shook her head, but then shrugged. “I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t know… it’s all a bit confusing.”
Narcissa smiled sympathetically. “It is very difficult to separate sex and emotions. Lucius was my first and my only. He courted me for nearly a month and I was very wary of him, not quite sure if I could ever live happily with the notorious Lucius Malfoy… but our first time together proved that I could find a semblance of affection in a match with him. Despite his outward nature, he’s a very affectionate soul and I did indeed find love with him, combining our bedroom activity with everything else.”
Hermione found herself nodding along, understanding exactly what Narcissa was saying.
“I can’t afford to have feelings for Draco,” she said after a while.
“Why not?”
“What we have going on right now is a business arrangement and nothing else. He doesn’t have any feelings for me and it would be much easier for me to not have any for him. We would make a terrible real couple because we truly do not get along. We’re like two negative magnetic poles, opposing each other in almost everything.”
Draco and Lucius walked into the sitting room, interrupting any response Narcissa could have made.
“Are you ready to leave?” Draco asked Hermione.
She nodded and rose with Narcissa, exchanging a meaningful glance with the older witch that clearly said that none of what they had said was to be repeated to anyone.
Zane raced his way into the room, giggling as the out-of-breath house-elf chased him and finally tagged her young master with a victory squeal of ‘Tag!’ Zane burst into laughs at being caught and hugged the house-elf tight before kissing her on the head and running into his father’s arms.
“Goodbye, Master Zane!” Sunshine Banana squeaked before bowing out of the sitting room and scurrying off to finish her chores.
Hermione saw Lucius hide a disapproving look and then smile lightly as his wife slipped her arm through his. Narcissa had been right. They did love each other immensely.
Saying scattered farewells, the younger generation left the Malfoy manor and made their way back home. An exhausted Zane fell asleep on the way, taking his nap later than usual. Once back at the flat, Draco put his son in his room, watching him sleep for a moment before going out to the kitchen where Hermione was putting away the clean dishes.
He offered to help her and she smiled kindly at him, handing him a stack of plates and cups. As he put them away, she turned to look at him. “I told your mother about us sleeping together.”
“I know,” he said with his back to her. “Once she saw the hickey, I knew she wouldn’t rest until she heard the story behind it. She’s a wonderful woman, but terribly nosy.”
Hermione laughed quietly at the true statement. “You still don’t think this is a bad idea?”
“What? Us having sex?” he asked, walking towards her.
She nodded and took a step back, only to find she was already up against the counter.
His smile was feral as he approached her, his silver eyes glinting with mischief. He finally stood in front of her, his hands gripping the counter behind her as she tried not to completely melt at the touch of his body against hers.
She watches him bend his head and kiss her jaw, trailing his lips to her cheek. The path his lips left burned her skin and made her knees tremble with the gentleness of his mouth. As he moved to her exposed neck, she bit back a moan as he licked the spot where she knew his love-bite rested. He moved his lips to the other side of her neck and kissed a similar path to her cheek.
Draco pulled back slightly and watched the flush of color rise in Hermione’s cheeks, crawling up from her neck. Smiling wider, he nuzzled her cheek, smelling her sweet scent. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand still gripping the counter as he bent his head to kiss her lips.
She whimpered against his lips as he kissed her with a soft delicate stroke, inflaming her desire and making her breasts heavy with the need to be touched and fondled.
Suddenly, he drew his lips away from hers and stepped away, walking to the kitchen door. “No, I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” he said with a slight smile as he turned and left.
Grabbing the counter for support, Hermione narrowed her eyes at the empty doorway, vexed and impressed by Draco’s manipulative tactics. It would take all of the control she had to stay away from him emotionally. Physically, well, they had barely experienced how explosive ‘physical’ could be between them.
Three days before Donny’s birthday, Hermione sat on the bed she now shared with Draco. They had permanently merged the two beds, knowing that keeping them apart was clearly not necessary anymore. Flipping through a magazine, she looked for anything that could give her inspiration on what to give her friend for her birthday.
At work, Donny had been growing even more miserable than Hermione had ever seen her, going through a melancholic, self-pitying time. More than anything, Hermione wanted to cheer up her dearest friend, asking everyone around her for suggestions, yet nobody had any good ideas.
Draco walked into the room to find Hermione hunched over the magazine, biting her lip and sighing in frustration.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he changed into his pyjamas.
“I can’t find anything to get Donny for her birthday. She’s been so sad lately and I would do anything to cheer her up. She deserves something wonderful and I’m such a horrid friend that I can’t think of anything,” she said angrily.
“The fact that you’re trying shows that you’re a good friend,” he offered, climbing into the bed beside her.
She sighed and shrugged. “It’s pointless. I’m not creative and I’m not going to think of anything. I’ll just go get her a gift certificate tomorrow and let her choose where she wants to spend it.”
He smiled and tugged the magazine out of her hands. “It’s time to sleep.”
She looked at him and saw the look in his eyes that said sleep was definitely not on their agenda for the immediate future.
Once his lips found hers, her frustrations slowly ebbed away, turning into a carnal hunger. They complemented each other in bed, matching each other stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, lick for lick…
Gasping for breath once they had reached their sexual pinnacles, Hermione smiled in complete triumph at her ability to separate her emotions and sex this time. She was working hard to keep them apart and she was proud of herself for not thinking once about her feelings while Draco pleasured her in the most animal way possible.
Unfortunately, that control completely shattered the next morning when she awoke to an empty bed. She heard Draco in the shower as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned deeply.
She turned her head when a piece of parchment on the bed caught her eye. She rubbed her eyes and reached out to pick up the envelope resting on Draco’s pillow. On the outside of the envelope, she recognized Draco’s handwriting. It simply said: Don’t’ doubt yourself again; you’re a wonderful friend and I think you’ll know what to do with these.
She furrowed her brows in confusion and turned the envelope and looked inside. She pulled out what was inside and when she realized what they were, her hand flew to her gaping mouth and her eyes filled with tears.
Clutched in her hand were four tickets to the highly anticipated Puddlemere United vs. Falmouth Falcons game that coming Saturday. The game had been sold out since the lineup had been announced and she knew they must have cost a fortune.
The part that made Hermione lose the control over her feelings wasn’t the tickets, but the four slips of paper attached to the tickets. The slips of paper were the VIP admittance granting the holder of the ticket locker-room access of the team of their choice before and after the game, plus a private dinner with the team, should they win.
She let her tears fall as she realized that she was married to the most infuriatingly amazing man on the planet.
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers!... and before anyone mentions it, I didn’t forget to add Draco’s answer to their virginity talk. It’ll come up again.
I think a few of you might have missed the fact that I uploaded TWO chapters last time. My chapter stats show that chapter thirteen has only half as many hits as chapter fourteen, so I totally screwed up by posting two chaps at the same time. My bad.
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