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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thank you HG4eva, T-W-O, pickles87, ssdawning, GoodGirlsBadBoys, Nichole-Hermione, Severus1snape, Trelweny, Dragon_Maiden, and FieryPhoenix for the reviews!!
And...The title means exactly what you think it does… Enjoy!
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"Do your parents know about me?" Draco asked as he stuffed the last of his belts into a duffel bag. Hermione looked over at him as she tucked Crookshanks lovingly into a basket.
"Of course. I told you about my conversation with my mum and-"
Draco shook his head. "No, I know they know about me, but...do they REALLY know. Know what I was...what I did? Do they know about the war?"
Hermione secured the lid to the basket and set it carefully next to the one that was shaking with the movements of an angry Odin within it.
"They know about the war," she answered softly, sitting back on her heels. "They know that I fought in it and that we won. And they know about the Death Eaters. But they do not know that you were one of them….nor of your actions as one."
Draco nodded silently and resumed his packing.
"They don't know about my torture either," Hermione added quietly. Draco glanced back up at the statement to see her shift to sit on her butt and run her fingers over the scars on her left arm. She looked up to meet his gaze. "And I'd prefer to keep it that way. I glamour the scars when I’m with my parents."
Hermione gave Draco a significant look that was clearly meant to signal that he should not under any circumstance mention their past to her parents and he nodded in understanding.
"Should I cover this too, then?" he asked, holding up his left arm and motioning to his Dark Mark.
Hermione shook her head. "I never told them about the Marks. They'll think it's a tattoo."
"And they won't mind that I've got a skull and snake tattoo?" he asked warily.
"I doubt it," she said, allowing herself to smile. "My dad has got one of a naked lady on his arm."
Draco choked on his saliva. "What?" he laughed.
"It's true," Hermione bit her lip as she grinned. "He got it when he was in the army. Mum detests it. She once even tried to bribe me into using magic to remove it.”
“But you didn’t?” Draco inquired with a grin of his own.
Hermione shrugged. “Dad proved more persuasive in the end.” She gave Draco a cautionary look as she added, “You’ll want to be careful around him. He has this way of always getting what he wants. He’ll ask you if you like the outdoors and then, the next thing you know, you’re mowing the lawn and cleaning the gutters.”
“Sounds like a Slytherin,” Draco said, setting aside the bag and crawling the short distance to where she was sitting. He braced himself with his arms behind him as he settled himself next to her on ‘his’ bedroom floor. Hermione reached over and brushed at his hair on his forehead.
“If he’d been a wizard I’m sure he would’ve been,” she sighed. “They do say a girl marries her father.”
Draco arched an eyebrow. “And how like your father am I?”
Hermione flushed and pulled her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my gosh, I…I don’t know why I just said that,” she admitted embarrassedly. “I’m sorry…that was inappropriate.”
“Was it?” he asked, tilting his head.
“We’ve only been officially a couple for a few days, Draco,” Hermione answered quietly. “You don’t think it’s a bit early to start discussing marriage?”
Draco sat up a little straighter and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. “We’re already living together, and we’ve known each other for thirteen years.” He paused and looked down at his bare ring finger. “We’ll need to discuss it eventually.”
Hermione pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them as she stared back at him. “Why did you seek me out to teach you about Muggle things?” she asked very seriously after a moment.
“You’re changing the subject,” Draco frowned a little. Hermione shook her head.
“In order to discuss where we’re headed, I want to know exactly how it is that we got here,” she replied, pointing a finger to the floor for effect.
Draco looked away from her and began picking at the carpeting. His face contorted into several different expressions as he appeared to be thinking over what he wanted to say. He mumbled something as he plucked at the fibers and Hermione leaned closer to him.
“What?” she asked as Draco continued to stir uncomfortably. He inhaled deeply.
“Astoria…” he said and then trailed off shaking his head. Hermione sat silently beside him for another minute until he spoke again. “After the party,” he started, “Astoria insisted that we meet to talk about what happened, so I went to her house. When I showed up she…” He chuckled mirthlessly at the recollection and finally looked up at Hermione. “She was wearing nothing but her knickers. She tried to seduce me into taking her back.”
Hermione pursed her lips and nodded to indicate that she was still listening and Draco went on.
“I refused her of course,” he said, returning his attention again to the carpet, “and that’s when she got nasty. She called me every name in the book; told me I was lucky someone like her loved my ‘boring, ignorant, obnoxious arse’…that I should be on my knees thanking Merlin that she’d even considered being with me. She said I should…that I might as well start learning to live like a Muggle, because there wasn’t any other witch alive that would deign to acknowledge my existence.”
He swallowed hard and slowly lifted his eyes to Hermione’s. “I told her about you showing me how to use the trampoline then….told her that you’d been civil to me…”
Draco stopped again and closed his eyes and braced himself. “That’s when she said…she said that the Hermione Granger -famous, golden Hermione Granger –would never give me the time of day…that I wouldn’t even be able to pay her to spend time with me.”
A full minute of silence followed his confession before he slowly blinked his eyes open to see Hermione.
She was still sitting, hugging her legs, but her face was expressionless, blank. Her chest rose with short, controlled breaths as she stared straight ahead. Another minute of thick silence passed until Draco reached out towards her.
“Hermione?”
She flinched away from his touch and said nothing as she calmly rose to her feet and stepped over to the baskets. Without a word, she bent over and opened them. Draco made a face like he’d been punched in the gut as both cats jumped out of their carriers and took off and Hermione walked purposefully into the bathroom without a look back.
“Hermione,” he said desperately, pushing up from the floor to follow her, “Hermione wait.”
Hermione kept walking and entered her bedroom through the adjoining door in the bathroom. Draco attempted to follow her, but the moment his foot went to pass the threshold he was thrown backward into the bathroom wall.
“Fuck!” he cried out at the jolting pain from the ward that was still pulsing through his limbs. He straightened himself and rubbed at his arms as he peered into Hermione’s bedroom to see her writing furiously at something on a desk.
“Hermione, please,” he tried, “talk to me.”
Hermione simply stalked back to the doorway and glared as she threw a waded piece of parchment at him. It bounced off his chest and Draco scooped it up from the floor and uncrumpled it. He was still reading the voucher made out to him for one-million-three-thousand galleons when he was pelted in the head with a small, yet hard object that fell and clinked loudly on the tiled floor.
“Gah!” he grunted as he rubbed at his head and looked down to see his ring spinning at his feet. He snapped his gaze back up to Hermione in her room to see her roughly dumping out her packed bag on her bed.
“Hermione!” Draco said more sternly, tossing the voucher aside to shield himself with his hands as she picked up two fistfuls of the designer clothing he’d bought her and hurled it into the bathroom. She still said nothing and merely stomped back over to the bed to grab more clothes and chuck them through the door.
“Hermione, stop!” Draco shouted as he ducked the flying jeans and blouses. “Would you fucking stop and listen to me!?”
She paused to glare at him harder. “My arse looks incredible, huh? Oh, I’m so much fun? I’m beautiful?” she sneered in a voice so cold Draco shivered. She turned away and muttered something that sounded like ‘fucking con-artist.’
“Her-”
“I knew better,” she said to herself, starting to cry as she looked down at her bed. “I knew you couldn’t possibly…” She placed a hand to her mouth and the other to her stomach and broke down with a gut-wrenching sob. She doubled over and simply cried.
Draco watched helplessly from the bathroom. "Hermione..."
"Your parents didn't even really disown you, did they?" she choked through her tears.
“No, they definitely did that,” Draco said surely, coming as close as he dared to the doorway. He watched her for a moment and then very quietly said, “I meant it when I said you were fun and beau-”
“Don’t,” Hermione interrupted. “Don’t even keep lying. You’ve already proven your point…go back to Astoria and gloat.”
Draco scowled. “That is not what-”
“Not what!?” Hermione suddenly demanded angrily. She took hold of a bundle of belt straps and made for the door. “I’m not just a means to boost your vainglorious ego?” she spat as she threw the belts at him. Her hand crossed the door's threshold as she did so and Draco saw the split second opportunity and grabbed her wrist. He yanked her forcefully into the bathroom and pinned her to the wall by her upper arms.
“Let go of me!” she screamed.
“Please, just listen to me,” he begged, never letting up on his grip.
"Why should I trust anything you have to say?" she challenged with a livid expression. "Why should I believe a word that comes out of your-"
"Because I'm bloody well in love with you!" Draco blurted out. Hermione stilled and snapped her open mouth shut. She looked at him in shock for a moment and then shook her head.
“How can you stand being this cruel?” she asked, fresh tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks. “The taunts and the names and the torture weren’t enough? You had to come back and pretend to-”
“I’m not fucking pretending!” Draco yelled resolutely, shaking her slightly. Hermione started to cry harder and he squeezed her arms in his hands.
“Yes…it started as a challenge to prove something to myself,” he admitted, his own tears starting in his eyes, “but the more I saw you… the more I got to know you…”
Draco suddenly looked angry and shook her harder. “You are so fucking beautiful, Hermione! And brilliant….so goddamned smart and, Merlin! How can you not see what you are? You are gorgeous and thoughtful and-”
He slammed his lips to hers. He swallowed the broken sob that escaped her and released her arms to tuck his hands into her hair and tug desperately at her head. Hermione fisted her hands into his t-shirt against his chest and pulled at him. She rose up on her toes to better match his height and moved her hands into his hair and dug her nails into his scalp as they intensified their snogging to a frenzied level.
Draco moaned at the sensation and pressed her up against the wall as he slid his hands from her head down the curved lines of her body to rest at her hips. He began to slip a hand beneath her shirt, when Hermione suddenly pulled back and grabbed his wrist.
"We...we can't do this," she panted through swollen lips. "You...you don't...you won't want to do this."
Draco tried to steady his breathing as he stared at her in confusion. "I've never wanted anything more in my life," he said, keeping his hands firmly pressed to her hips. Hermione made a skittish noise and Draco leaned his forehead to hers.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you from the start, but I thought…” He shook his head against hers. “I'm not sorry I did it,” he went on, “I'm not sorry I’m here. I want this...I do."
"You won't," she said sadly, "You'll be just like Ron and -"
"I'm not leaving," Draco said sternly. "Weasley’s a fucking moron. I'm not going anywhere."
Hermione went to protest again but Draco didn't give her a chance as he recaptured her mouth with his own. The kiss was slow and determined and Hermione loosened her grip on his wrist to allow him to slip his right hand under the hem of her shirt. The moment his hand touched her skin he broke the kiss and stopped moving.
He blinked at her with an expression that flitted between shock and sadness. "Mia?"
Hermione closed her eyes and turned her face away as new, fat tears leaked from her lids. Draco looked down to where his hand had disappeared against her and lifted her shirt with his other hand to reveal her bare abdomen.
"Fuck," he whispered as he stared at the scarred flesh that greeted him. Hermione let out a soft sob and Draco looked back up to her face. Without a word he started to tug her shirt up to remove it. Hermione startled at the action and turned a fearful, uncertain face to him.
Draco simply tugged again at the shirt and, after a moment, Hermione hesitantly raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head and cast it aside. She immediately tried to cover her midsection with her hands, but Draco gently grabbed them in his own and held them to her sides.
"You're beautiful," he said in a faraway voice as he let his eyes roam over her torso. He released her hands and crouched down before her. He ran his hands over the raised, pink and red network of scars that spider-webbed across her abdomen and she flinched. He glanced up to see that she had closed her eyes again and was silently crying as he touched her.
“Do they still hurt?”
Hermione shook her head.
“Aunt Bella?” Draco asked, brow creasing slightly. Hermione tensed at the mention of the name, but nodded. Draco inhaled deeply. “She always did like lacing her Crucios with scarring hexes,” he recollected bitterly.
Hermione’s bottom lip trembled and Draco smoothed his long fingers over the darkest lines. “Is this what Weasley didn't like?" he asked softly.
Hermione nodded and then gasped loudly and shot her eyes open when Draco then leaned forward and kissed her stomach. She looked down as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer.
“Draco…” she whispered brokenly, setting her hands to the top of his head, slipping her fingers into his hair as he layered tender kisses around her navel.
“-ve wanted you,” Draco mumbled quietly against her skin as he slowly raised himself up to kiss up her abs. He ran his hands flat over her back as he went higher. “Want you,” he mumbled again and Hermione whimpered.
Draco continued his ministrations up her torso in silence until he reached the bottom of her bra. He hooked his fingers into the clasp and, when Hermione made no move to stop him, undid it. He lowered his hands and stood up straight to look her directly in the eyes as she let the undergarment fall free down her arms to the floor.
Never taking his eyes from hers, Draco took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off in one fluid motion. He flung it aside and then stepped closer to her. Their bare chests pressed together as she raised her arms to hang around his neck and he slipped one hand flat against the small of her back and brought the other up to thumb away the tears on her cheeks.
Draco swallowed hard as Hermione’s gaze bore into his. “You were right you know,” he said. Hermione raised one eyebrow slightly in question and he smiled sadly as he went on. “When you said I was still a coward. I am.”
Hermione blinked at him as he let his eyes fall to her lips.
“I was too scared to believe her. Too afraid to approach you like a man. Too much of a coward to tell you the truth when you asked…” his eyes slid back up to lock onto hers. “Too terrified that I’d lose the only good thing that’s ever-”
His confession was muted as Hermione flung herself forward to kiss him. The force of it made him take a step back, but he quickly recovered their balance and returned the kiss with an urgency that resulted in them stumbling toward the guestroom, their hands groping and clutching each other as they went. When the back of Hermione’s legs hit the bedframe, Draco broke their lip lock and fell to his knees before her.
Hermione’s breath hitched as he swiftly undid her jeans and then roughly tugged them and knickers down her legs in one go. Draco smoothed his hands up the length of her legs from ankles to hips and then peered up at her though lust-blown pupils.
“Draco,” Hermione rasped down at him. The corner of his mouth twitched upward into a wicked smirk, but he said nothing and pushed her carefully but firmly to sit on the bed behind her. He reached down to pull her jeans -that where pooled at her feet- off and tossed them over his shoulder before slowly rising to stand. He took a step backwards and Hermione trembled slightly as he raked his eyes greedily over her and undid his belt.
“Any rules you’d like to add before I put Weasley and that Bryce fucker to shame, princess?” he asked in a low voice, pushing his jeans and boxers down over his hips to let them fall to the floor.
A heated blush spread over Hermione’s skin as her eyes involuntarily darted below his waist, but she merely shook her head.
“I never slept with Bryce,” she answered, looking back up at his face. “Hence the ‘I was no fun’ commentary.”
Draco sniffed in apparent disapproval of Bryce’s assertion and stepped out of his piled jeans.
“It simply would’ve been too difficult to explain…” Hermione went on, flattening her hands over her stomach. Her face went sad again as she bowed her head and Draco crouched down before her once more and raised her face with a hand to her chin.
She slowly met his gaze and Draco’s eyes searched deep into hers. Neither said a word and they simply stared until Draco leaned in and set his lips softly to hers. Hermione made a small moan and let her hands unclench from her scarred middle to slip around Draco’s back. Her fingers splayed out across the smooth expanse of his skin as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up slightly as he stood to move them both further up the mattress.
Their bodies pressed together as Hermione laid back and Draco followed her down to lay over her. Her hands moved from his back to wind into his hair when he finally released her mouth after a minute of deep snogging to trail kisses down her jaw and neck.
Hermione closed her eyes, her fingers rubbing at the silky strands of his hair as he moved his way downward. She sucked in a breath when his lips sealed around her left nipple. Draco smiled against her but continued his ministrations for some minutes before kissing across her chest to pay the same attention to the other side.
“What do you want me to do?” he whispered against her skin, his left hand trailing down past her navel. Hermione laughed. Draco raised up on his arm to look down at her in bemusement and she smirked at him.
“King of the innuendo, Draco Malfoy, doesn’t know what to do?” she sassed playfully. “So much for putting Ron to- aah!”
She gasped loudly and arched as Draco swiftly dipped his hand down between her legs and inserted a finger. He gave a dark chuckle.
“You were saying, witch?” he inquired lazily as he pumped the one finger several times and then added another.
“Oh, fuck,” she wheezed, her eyes rolling back as he worked her.
“That is the idea, yes,” Draco grinned and then withdrew his hand. Hermione whimpered slightly at the loss of contact until she looked down to see him rubbing his glistening fingers together with an appreciative smile. “And I’d say you’re more than ready.”
Hermione gulped and Draco hesitated when he caught the small motion of her throat.
“Unless…you’d rather not?” he asked seriously. Hermione took a steadying breath and reached up to pull him back down.
“It’s just been a while,” she confessed nervously. Draco shifted himself between her legs and lowered his face to hers to kiss her again.
“I’m not going anywhere if you’d prefer to wait,” he offered. Hermione smiled at him and shook her head. She snaked a hand down between them and stroked him. Draco hissed at the touch and reached down to gently remove her hand. He repositioned his body then and aligned himself with her.
Hermione bit her lip in anticipation as she felt Draco ready himself and, after a final permission-seeking glance from him to which she nodded, he pushed forward.
The moment he breached her they felt the quick zap. They both gasped as Draco fully seated himself within her and stilled.
“Why does that keep happening?” Hermione winced, glancing down to where they were joined. Draco shrugged as he held himself over her.
“Are you alright?”
Hermione nodded. “Yeah…just tingled.”
Draco nodded back in response and then looked down between them as he slowly pulled out and eased back in.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, gripping the sheets. He repeated the motion and Hermione arched her back with a throaty moan. She clutched at his shoulders and held tight as he began a solid rhythm.
A steady stream of whispered praises and appreciations slipped past Draco’s lips as he moved and Hermione swooned slightly before raising her hips to meet his in time with each of his purposeful thrusts. Draco groaned at the movement and picked up his pace. Hermione didn’t miss a beat as she wrapped her legs around his back to allow him deeper access.
“Incredible,” Draco breathed, “so fucking…grahh!” He growled desirously and buried his face into the side of her neck and clamped his teeth over her pulse point.
“Draco!” Hermione cried out, her hands flying to his head and yanking at his hair. Draco released his jaw and chuckled as he pulled up. Hermione let her hands and legs fall to the sides as he raised himself up on his arms and smiled down at her.
“Is our trip… to Australia… back on, then?” he asked through labored breaths, never ceasing his hips. Hermione let out an amused sniff as she looked pointedly down to their lower halves.
“I should hope so,” she replied. Draco’s mouth pulled up into a pronounced smirk.
“Then… you’ll want to glamour that up,” he said, tilting his chin to the mark he’d just left on her neck. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and brought her hands back up around his shoulders and dug her nails in deep. He hissed at the pain but never lost his smirk as she pulled him lower over herself and wrapped her legs back around him.
“Prat,” she sneered at him playfully. Draco nodded.
“But I’m your prat now,” he said, burying his face back into her hair as he continued. Hermione gave a contented moan as Draco inhaled her scent and added in a husky whisper, “…for as long as you’ll have me.”
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