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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53032 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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To her annoyance, Draco had reserved a room for Hermione at a boutique hotel in Port Douglas. She had enough money for her portkey and an inexpensive motel, but Draco knew how emotionally difficult it would be to deal with her rigid parents and wanted her to sleep somewhere luxurious at night.
Hermione recognized Draco was hurt because she didn’t want him to come to Australia with her, but part of her worry was that her parents would be frightened by yet another magical person in their midst. As it was, she didn’t know if they would see her. Having Draco see her rejected by her parents…it was humiliating. She imagined he probably already thought of her as fragile, although she did her best to control her emotions. Her time with him over the past few months had been somewhat healing, but also brought into stark relief how deeply she yearned for her family. She truly wasn’t sure if they would ever forgive her, but a part of her knew she could not move forward with her other relationships if she didn’t try to resolve the feelings of fear and distrust with her parents.
“Any plans for this week?” she asked him as she packed her bag. He sat on the bed watching her. Draco looked relaxed, with his hands behind his head, but she could see he was worried.
“I’ll probably hit a few strip clubs, enjoy an orgy or two. You know I’ve been holding back, pet.” He gave her a slightly mean smirk. She turned away from him.
“You’re free to do what you want.”
He sighed. Of course.
“What I want to do is come with you to Australia, but you’ve made it clear I’m not welcome in that part of your life. You barely accepted the hotel I booked for you.”
Hermione wanted to tell him to fuck off, to give her space so she could try to work out her feelings about reconciling with her parents, but she knew his efforts were based on his love for her. He was unhappy with her decision, but that didn’t mean she had to fight with him. Lately, he’d been insecure with their relationship and he didn’t always behave his best when he felt threatened.
She got on the bed and straddled him, cupping his face so he would have to look at her. He seemed surprised by this action. They’d been at odds the past few days.
“The last time I saw my parents, they threatened to call the authorities if I didn’t leave. It was really ugly, Draco. I don’t want you to see me, or my parents, in that light.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist to draw her closer. “I see you, Hermione. If your parents are unkind, that’s on them, not you. We can’t help the family we’re born into.”
Her hands gently stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. He’d recently cut it and the short, fine hair tickled her fingertips. His hands stroked the skin of her lower back. She rested her forehead against his, rubbing his nose against her own. Hermione knew he relished these little, intimate touches and found herself relaxed by the contact, too.
“I know,” she whispered. “There’s something I made for you, so we can leave messages for each other.” She fished two coins out of her pocket and handed him one. It looked like a Muggle coin.
“The coins have a Protean charm on them. If you hold the coin while thinking a brief message, the words will appear on my coin. Here’s your coin. I’ll show you how it works.”
She held her coin in the palm of her hand and thought Hello, Draco. He grinned when the words appeared on his coin.
“You try, Malfoy.”
He held the coin in his hand and concentrated on a message. She snorted when she read nice tits on her own coin. Draco kissed her neck and smirked.
“The coin will warm when you have a message,” she explained as he looked at the charmed currency.
“Thank you, love. I actually have something for you, too.”
He used his wand to Summon a small cloth jewelry bag. She opened it to find a rough multicolored stone ring. The stones were embedded in silver. It was more casual looking than most of the jewelry Draco had presented to her, but when she touched the ring, she felt a jolt of power. He took the ring from her fingers and put it on the middle finger of her right hand.
“The stone is peacock ore and will help protect you from negative energy. I had a Goblin jeweler put the stones in silver to magnify their power. The jeweler added his own protection spells.”
Draco preferred finer jewelry, but he wanted Hermione to actually wear the ring on a daily basis. He had bought himself a plain silver ring that would alert him if she were in trouble. But he didn’t tell her that, not wanting her to feel he was somehow spying on her. Because he wasn’t. He was assuring her safety.
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her chest. “You did this, even though you weren’t happy about my decision?”
“Every time we argue or disagree isn’t the end of our relationship, Hermione.” He held her tightly to his chest with her face buried in his neck.
“It feels like it is,” she whispered.
Draco pushed her onto the bed and covered her body with his. Knowing they’d be apart made him want to immerse himself in her. Her legs twined with his and her hands began to unbutton his shirt. He looked down at her flushed face and grabbed his wand, wanting to feel her naked body against his. He Vanished their clothes with a couple of flicks of his wand. Gods, her body felt like silk against his.
“Fuuuck.” The word came out of her throat in a low moan.
“What do you want, my love?”
“Touch me.”
He fell on her like a man at his last meal, sucking and fondling her breasts. Her taut nipples were so sensitive and he relished the way she writhed against him as he pinched the little buds. It was his turn to gasp when he felt her hand grasp his cock to rub it against her wet labia.
“Bloody…fuck…Merlin…” He couldn’t even get out a coherent string of words to tell her how amazing it felt to rub against her pussy.
“Let me be on top,” she whispered into his ear.
He rolled onto his back and she sank onto his thick shaft. Usually, their lovemaking consisted of extended foreplay, but both were desperate to connect in the most basic way. Hermione sat astride Draco, her hips rolling in time to his thrusts.
“Gods, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” Her long, dark curls contrasted against her smooth, fair skin. He watched her breast bounce as she undulated over him.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, wanting to see her masturbate while he fucked her. The first time he’d watched her pleasure herself had been one of the most erotic scenes he’d ever witnessed. Just thinking about that night made his already-hard penis stiffer.
Hermione stared into his eyes while she sucked two fingers into her mouth, slowly plunging them in and out before she snaked her hand between her legs to rub her clit. Her other hand was braced behind her on his thigh.
Draco could tell Hermione needed more stimulation. He lightly slapped her breast.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Do you like that?” he asked, slapping her other flushed, heavy breast.
“Oh my God, yes!”
Draco cupped both lovely tits, rubbing the pink skin with his thumbs. Her head was thrown back, her lips slightly parted as her breathing became shallow with her impending orgasm. When Draco slapped one breast more forcefully and pinched the other nipple, Hermione’s rocking became erratic.
“Yes, Dragon, yes! Come with me!”
Hermione’s wet cunt clenched around his cock and he let go, thrusting hard into her tightness. She used the hand that had been resting behind her on his thigh to massage his bollocks as he released into her body.
“Fuck, Hermione, keep doing that,” he groaned. Her touch was prolonging his orgasm in the most amazing way. Finally, Hermione collapsed on Draco’s chest, their bodies still joined as the last of his climax was wrenched from his body.
“Dragon?” he asked. She’d never called him that before.
He could feel her smile into his chest. “I call you Dragon in my thoughts. I like it better than sweetheart or dear.”
“The way you screamed it before you came was bloody hot.” He pulled her up to his mouth to kiss her. The kiss was languid after their lovemaking, his tongue twining with hers. Her pheromones made her mouth taste delicious to him. There was no doubt in his mind their bodies were made for each other.
He broke the kiss and pushed her hair out of her face. “I love you. When you come back, I want us to talk about our future.”
Hermione felt her throat close with impending tears. She nodded, unable to respond.
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“I can be in Australia within a few hours if you need me,” Draco said, winding a long curl around his finger. Hermione stood alongside him, her head on his chest. She nodded, pressing a kiss to the space where his heart was.
“If they’ll see me, I’ll be back on Saturday. You’ll probably enjoy having the flat to yourself,” she teased him.
He would enjoy the solitude for a day or so, but he’d been so isolated before Hermione and enjoyed her company. She was his best friend and he didn’t like being separated from her. But he had to let her try to repair her relationship with her parents. He knew they didn’t have a chance as a couple unless she felt some resolution with her family. Her insecurities stemmed from their rejection of her after the war. Draco figured they had absolutely no idea how their daughter had suffered while they enjoyed a blissfully ignorant “retirement” in Australia. The Grangers would be appalled by the hardships their daughter had endured and should feel ashamed that they added a final blow to her troubles.
Draco pushed a wad of Australian dollars into her hand. “I didn’t know if you’d had time to exchange your money before the trip.”
She didn’t argue with his monetary gifts anymore, knowing if she rejected the money, she’d find it stuffed into her suitcase or hidden in a book. It made him feel better to know she wouldn’t skip meals to save a few Knuts.
“Thank you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll send you a message when I land.” She stepped back to activate the Portkey.
He watched her swirl away, his love for her the only thing keeping him from being more upset that she’d not wanted him to join her.
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After Draco received three owl posts for Hermione from Ginevra and then two from Neville, he had decided to send Longbottom a quick note letting him know Hermione was out of town.
Later, he heard the Floo activate and heard a man’s voice calling for him. Draco walked to the Floo and saw Neville’s face floating in the green flames.
“Hey, Malfoy,” Neville said with a bit of hesitation. “Do you think I could come through?”
“Yeah, mate, come on through,” Draco replied, stepping back to give Neville room to exit the fireplace.
The once-awkward boy dusted off his shirt with a quick spell. Draco thought Neville looked both tense and somber, but not unhappy.
“Firewhisky?” Draco asked.
Neville nodded and followed Malfoy to the liquor cabinet in the dining room. It was so unusual for one of Hermione’s friends to want to speak to him, Draco figured something serious had happened. But he knew Hermione was fine, thanks to the ring.
After accepting the generous glass of Ogden’s Finest and downing it in one go, Neville blurted, “Gin’s pregnant.”
Draco’s eyes widened. He put the bottle on the table and sat opposite Neville.
“Fuck,” Neville groaned, putting his head in his hands. “My gran’s going to kill me.”
Not able to help himself, Draco barked out a laugh. Neville gave him a lopsided grin and poured them both another shot of Ogden’s.
“What are you going to do?”
“Merlin’s balls, I’ve never even told her how much I love her, but I’m going to ask her to be my wife. What a bloody mess.”
Draco had to concur, it was indeed a bloody mess, but he had seen first-hand how well Ginevra and Neville meshed. The youngest Weasley may have had delusions of life with Harry Potter, but she would be happier in the long run with a man who was so clearly enamored by her. He only hoped Ginevra felt the same way for Neville.
“How is she taking the pregnancy?”
“She’s worried about becoming her mum. I think she’s also worried about being as poor as her parents were, but my vault has more than enough for us.”
Although the Longbottoms weren’t wealthy like the Malfoys, Draco suspected the old pure-blood family had socked away Galleons for the future. He was glad to hear Neville and Ginevra wouldn’t suffer financially. Having a baby would be enough of a hardship for them.
“It sounds like she should hear this from you and soon, Longbottom. If you put off this conversation too long, she’ll think you don’t want to be with her or take responsibility for the baby.”
“I know,” Neville murmured. “This morning I picked out a ring for her from my vault.”
He pulled out a small ring box from his pocket and handed it to Draco. The band of the ring was intricately braided white, yellow and rose gold. A large pink diamond sat atop the band. The ring was delicate, original and romantic.
“She’ll love it,” Draco said, handing it back to Neville. “I don’t know her well, but it seems like something she’d appreciate.”
The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Draco allowed Neville to mull over his situation as he sipped his drink.
“Hermione would be bloody furious if she was up the duff,” Draco admitted.
Neville laughed. “She’d probably hex your bollocks off.”
“She has this whole ritual she makes us go through to ensure she doesn’t get pregnant. Even uses Muggle birth control.”
“Huh. I suppose if Gin will ever let me touch her again, we need to be more careful.”
“I would think a screaming baby would be enough of a deterrent.”
Neville groaned again. “You know I’ve never even held a baby? It’s mental to imagine me as a father.”
Considering that Longbottom was kind, brave, endearingly sincere and at least knew how to take care of plants, Draco thought he’d make a fine father. Probably a better father than he’d make.
The Floo activated and Draco heard a woman call for Hermione.
“That’s Ginny,” Neville whispered.
“She can Floo here and I’ll leave, if you two would like some privacy.”
“Thanks, Malfoy. I came here to talk to Hermione, but I’m glad it was you I got to speak to.”
Draco clapped a hand on Neville’s shoulder and went to the Floo to grant Ginny access.
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Hermione stood on the porch of her parents’ cottage. Her mother had promptly shut the door in her face as soon as she’d recognized her daughter. Hermione was taking deep breaths and trying not to cry. She hadn’t seen her mother in almost two years. Didn’t they think about her? Did they worry about her? Hermione thought about her mum and dad on a daily basis.
She sat on the steps leading up to the house and looked at the ocean. At least they liked where she had sent them. They had a beautiful home and enough money to take care of them for the next fifty years, if they continued to live carefully, as they had done their entire lives.
Benjamin Granger was walking up to the cottage when he found his daughter sitting on the steps of the cottage, wiping tears from her lovely face.
My, our Hermione has become such a beautiful woman. Charlotte cries for her every night. I know my stubborn wife doesn’t want to admit it, but she misses our daughter. I miss her.
“Hermione?”
She stood and hesitantly approached her father. “Hi, Dad.”
“Does your mother know you’re here?”
“Yes, but she doesn’t want to see me. I can leave.” Hermione gave her father a sad smile and headed toward the road.
“Wait, Miny,” Benjamin called, using her childhood nickname. She’d been born prematurely and had been absolutely tiny. “Let me take you out for a cup of coffee.”
They walked along the path into the town center, Benjamin pointing out little facts about Port Douglas.
Draco would laugh if he met my dad. He’d see I come by that “know-it-all” tendency honestly.
She wished her lover were with her in Australia. Hermione knew she needed to try to work things out with her parents before she introduced Draco into the mix, but he helped her to feel secure and sane. He might ask her why she thought or did something, but he never made her feel guilty or stupid for her choices. Even when he didn’t like them.

They arrived at the coffee shop and took a seat at a small table by the window. She offered to pay, but her father waved her off. He brought their coffee and two lemon squares to the table.
“What brings you here?” Benjamin asked. He never did have patience for small talk.
“I wanted to see you and Mum, make sure you were alright.”
“Well, we always wanted to visit Australia and your actions just pushed things along. But we like it here.”
“Do you thing you’ll ever come back to England?”
Benjamin shrugged. “We’re not sure. It would be hard to start over since we’ve just become comfortable here.”
“I understand.”
“We read your letters, Hermione. How do you like university?”
Her face brightened. She loved to talk about her classes. “My studies are going well. I’m thinking about specializing in Potions. Draco thinks it would be a good match for my love of detail and my interest in creating new things.”
Mr. Granger looked confused for a moment before he remembered her mentioning her young man in a letter. “Draco…he’s your beau?”
Hermione ducked her head with a smile.
“Are you two serious?” It was when he thought about Hermione’s life progressing—marriage, children—and not being involved that Benjamin was willing to go behind his wife’s back. He wanted to be a part of Hermione’s life, even if it was just in a peripheral way.
“It’s serious. He’s been so good to me.”
“Draco should be good to you. You’re a catch, Miny.”
“I don’t have much to offer him.”
“Why would you say that?” Even after their estrangement, Benjamin Granger knew she was an extraordinary young woman. He wouldn’t pretend to understand her life, not in the least, but Hermione was brilliant, brave, and loyal. She’d make her chosen mate a very lucky man.
“I suppose Draco thinks I’m up to par, but I don’t. He’s from a very wealthy family and I’m as poor as a church mouse. I’m awkward; he’s charming. He’s adapted to life after the war much better than I have.”
Benjamin looked at her, trying to understand what she was telling him. “How involved in the war were you, Hermione?”
Hermione looked at the table, not really sure how to answer that question.
“I was a soldier,” she said vaguely.
“Did you see action?”
“Yes.”
Benjamin shook his head. “We never should have let you go to that school.”
“Dad,” she whispered. “My gifts would have come out in a dangerous way if I hadn’t been taught to manage them. You and Mum knew I needed to be with people who could teach me.”
“Is that true?”
She nodded and took a sip of the cooled coffee. “I know what you’ve seen of my life seems odd, but I belong in that world. I excel in that world. In your world, I’d essentially be the town freak.”
Benjamin remembered how other children seemed repelled by his daughter, both for the unexplained phenomenon around her and for her intense intelligence. Her friendships at Hogwarts were the first she’d had. He and Charlotte had struggled with letting her attend the strange school, but had been relieved she’d finally found a place where she could be herself and establish relationships.
“I want you to be happy, Miny, but what you did to your mother and me was such an invasion. How would you feel if someone took away your identity, your life, like you did to us?”
“I would rather have you alive and hate me than dead. You were a target because of me and I needed to know you’d be safe when I couldn’t protect you. I do understand why I’m no longer welcome in your life, but I just want you and Mum to know how much you mean to me.”
She stood to leave, not wanting to break down at the café. Benjamin stood as well and pulled his unsuspecting child into his arms.
“Nothing could have been better than seeing you sitting on my porch, Miny. Nothing. I’m going to talk to your mother and try to get her to come around.”
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That evening as Draco got ready for bed, he felt his Protean coin warm in his pants pocket.
Can we talk?
Draco picked up his two-way mirror and looked at Hermione’s lovely face.
“Hi,” she said quietly. “I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. Did you see your parents yet?”
“My mum didn’t want to see me, but my dad and I spoke. He said he missed me.”
“That sounds promising, love. Is there anything I can do?”
“I just want to talk to you. Tell me about your day.”
“Oh! You’ll never guess what happened…” Draco proceeded to tell his girlfriend about Neville’s visit. He could see Hermione get absorbed in his tale and was glad he could share their story with her. They both had sought her advice, after all.
“Ginny must be terrified! She’s so young to have a baby. Do you know what happened after you left the flat?”
“I do, but I think I’ll tell you when you get home. A little enticement to bring you back,” he teased.
“Draco! That’s just cruel!”
He smirked at her and reveled in having information about her friends she was not privy to. He loved the resulting pout to entice him to tell her the outcome of the conversation between Ginny and Neville.
“That pout would work a lot better if we were in the same room.” He noticed her expression become pensive.
“Would you…is your offer to join me still possible?”
Draco looked at her in confusion. It sounded like she was gaining with her parents. And she’d wanted to deal with them on her own. But if he showed her any hesitancy to go to Australia, she would tell him to forget it. So he was definitive as he answered her.
“I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Really? Oh, thank you, love,” she said with a relieved smile.
She’d thanked him many times throughout their time together, but this time was different. What he was offering her was himself and she wanted his love and support. The bond they’d forged was very real, but he had worried she wouldn’t recognize it. Draco felt his heart expand as he realized she truly did rely on him as he relied on her.
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