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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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15.
Dark brown eyes roved over the ingredients outside of the apothecary in Diagon Alley, taking in the hundreds of disgusting jars and barrels and he retched at the awful smell. He felt like kicking himself for not writing down whether she had wanted newt’s eyes or frog’s eyes or bat’s eyes for the anti-dust potion that was in the new issue of ‘Witch Weekly.’
He had just started walking towards the door to speak to the wizard inside when it opened and a brown-haired witch that he immediately recognised walked out of the shop saying, ‘I’m just going to grab some newt’s eyes for that potion while you two finish up.’
She was looking into the shop as she walked out backwards and hadn’t seen him standing there. He stopped and she ran into his solid form. He raised a dark eyebrow as she got her footing and looked up into his face, a bit startled. ‘Sorry,’ she said softly. ‘I didn’t see you there.’
‘Not a problem, Granger,’ he said, and her face showed confusion for a few moments until she placed him.
‘Zabini?’ she asked, a smile spreading over her face.
He returned it. ‘Is it newt’s eyes for that Witch Weekly potion?’ he asked, having heard her mention them.
‘Yes,’ she laughed, looking slightly embarrassed that she was following a potion from a silly magazine. ‘The anti-dust potion. It looks too good to be true.’
‘My wife thought the same,’ he said. ‘Sent me here to collect the ingredients.’ He shook his head. ‘Anti-dust potions are a far cry from the Slug Club, aren’t they?’ he said with a chuckle.
Hermione smiled and nodded, then said, ‘Your wife?’ as she stepped away from him and gathered her ingredients. ‘Are you still with Pansy?’
‘I am,’ he said with a smile. ‘How about you? Still with Weasley?’
She shook her head quickly and was about to say something when the door to the apothecary opened again and a voice filtered out, ‘Are you done yet, Granger? We’re all finished up in here.’
Blaise snapped his head up at the familiar voice and as his dark eyes fell upon the door and who was standing in it, Draco Malfoy’s grey eyes fell upon him. Draco’s face immediately brightened. ‘Blaise?’ he said.
‘Draco,’ Blaise said in a happy voice, ‘How have you been?’
‘Good,’ Draco said, and Blaise could see that he wasn’t lying. ‘Good, how about you?’
‘Yeah, not bad at all,’ Blaise said.
Draco turned to Hermione, who was heading back into the shop to pay for her items. ‘Granger, would you mind if I stayed and had a chat with Blaise? I can come to your office after to discuss the Dragon’s Blood contract.’
Hermione gave a soft smile. ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘I’ve got loads to get done anyways. I just have to pay for my newt’s eyes and I’ll see you…later.’ Blaise couldn’t help but notice a softness, a familiarity between the two, and when Hermione was speaking to Draco it seemed like she had been ready to put her hand out and touch his arm before turning away. It was only a split second, something that most people would not have noticed, but Blaise had always been known for his observational skills.
‘Fancy a butterbeer?’ Blaise asked once Hermione was out of earshot.
Draco grinned, ‘Lead the way.’
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‘I cannot believe that you are a father,’ Draco said, midway through their second pint.
He nodded, ‘Cara is three now and Pansy is five months’ pregnant,’ Blaise said, suddenly turning a bit more serious. ‘We invited you to our wedding, and to Cara’s first birthday party. You never replied.’
Draco frowned and paused. ‘I know,’ he said with a sigh. ‘And I’m sorry. I had a very difficult time after Astoria left me. I had…fancied myself in love, you know?’ he said with a scoff. ‘But once there was no more money and no lavish manor for her to be the lady of, she wanted nothing more to do with me. I couldn’t bring myself to be happy for others when my happiness had been taken from me.’
Blaise frowned at this. ‘I didn’t know you had taken it so hard.’
‘I thought she felt the same as I did,’ Draco said. ‘Only to find out that she was just after a comfortable life.’ He looked up at Blaise. ‘I did take it hard and I’m sorry that it made me fall out of touch with you and Pansy. I’m in a much better place now.’
Blaise’s smile slowly returned. ‘You look it.’
Draco chuckled. ‘I have been working out,’ he said with a waggle of his eyebrow and Blaise laughed. ‘And I got a promotion at the Ministry and one of my projects actually won a silly Ministry award, and everyone keeps going on about it. Honestly, the number of memos I get in a week that have nothing to do with work…’ he trailed off, shaking his head.
‘And how does Granger fit in,’ Blaise asked. Was she just one of his admirers then with no returned feelings, or was there something there?
‘Ah,’ Draco said. ‘She’s actually my boss.’
Blaise, who had been taking a sip of butterbeer, choked on some of it. ‘Pardon?’ he spluttered out and Draco chuckled.
‘We worked on the Dragon Reserve project together quite closely, and we’ve actually become quite good friends over the last year or so. We are trying to set up contracts at the moment to sell Dragon’s blood to the apothecaries and potion’s companies to help subsidise the cost of the new reserve in Scotland.’
‘Clever,’ Blaise said, but he could see something flash in Draco’s eyes when he talked about Granger and he wanted to press further. ‘And how does one become friends with his boss?’
‘Why are you so interested?’ Draco asked, looking suddenly defensive, which just made Blaise all the more curious.
He shrugged his shoulders. ‘Just when you two were together outside the apothecary there, it looked like it might be a bit more than friendship?’
Draco looked at him in consternation, like he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say to him. ‘You are still far too observant for your own good, Blaise.’
‘So, I’m right?’ he asked in quiet delight.
Draco moved closer to him over the table and Blaise copied him. ‘We’ve been shagging for a couple of months,’ he said in a low voice.
Blaise smiled, surprised at the length of the affair, but pleased for his friend. ‘Well, there must be more to Granger than meets the eye,’ he said. ‘To keep you interested.’
Draco gave him that calculated look again. ‘She has certainly held my attention.’
‘You should send us an owl next time you’re free,’ Blaise said, moving on from the subject that was clearly making Draco a bit uncomfortable. ‘Pansy would love to see you.’
Draco’s face relaxed back into a smile. ‘I’d like that, Blaise.’
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Ginny Potter knocked gently on the door, loud enough that Hermione might hear if she were in the living room but not loud enough that she would be awoken if she were sleeping.
They were supposed to have brunch today, but Hermione had owled in the morning saying that she was not feeling well and would have to postpone it. Ginny had not seen Hermione in weeks and had really wanted a catch-up. She had decided that she would head over to Hermione’s and bring over some lentil soup to help her feel better.
When there was no answer at the door, Ginny pulled out her spare key for Hermione’s flat. If Hermione were sleeping, Ginny would just slip into the kitchen and put the soup in the fridge for her to have later and leave her a note.
She opened the door and closed it quietly behind her so it wouldn’t wake Hermione and then turned the corner to walk into the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks and nearly dropped the soup when she saw what was happening on the kitchen table.
Hermione was laying down across the table, her profile visible to Ginny from the door. She was breathing heavily and was completely naked. Ginny’s gaze ran down her body to find her knees bent and her feet resting on the shoulders of a man who was kneeling on a pillow at the side of the table, his head between her legs and doing something that was making Hermione make some very interesting noises.
The man was wearing black sweatpants but no shirt and Ginny was annoyed that because of the angle and Hermione’s leg, she couldn’t actually make out who it was that was making her friend feel so good. Ginny knew that Hermione and Charlie sometimes fooled around when he was in town, but this definitely wasn’t Charlie. The man was slender but muscular and one of his arms was wrapped around Hermione’s leg that was closest to Ginny. It was a nice arm, Ginny thought with a small flutter in her belly.
One of Hermione’s hands was squeezing her own breast and the other was down between her legs and Ginny assumed it was in the hair of the man there. ‘Oh, I’m so close!’ she was saying and the man seemed to redouble his efforts and soon Hermione’s back arched as she reached her climax, moaning and sweating.
‘We’re not done yet,’ the man said in a husky and dark voice from between her legs. Ginny noticed a bowl of strawberries next to the pillow on the floor. The man picked up one of the larger strawberries and brought it up to where his face was between Hermione’s legs. Hermione suddenly stiffened, ‘What are you doing?’
‘Shh,’ he said, rubbing her leg as he continued whatever he was doing down there. ‘That looks absolutely magnificent being squeezed by your cunt. How does it feel?’
Ginny felt as though she recognised the voice now, but she couldn’t quite place it. It was too husky and low and muffled by Hermione’s thighs. Then she realised what the man had said. Had he just shoved a strawberry into Hermione?
‘Oh, it’s good,’ Hermione moaned out.
‘I’m going to make you come again,’ he said darkly. ‘And you’re going to come all over that strawberry.’ He was licking her again and Hermione was moaning and the arm that had been around Hermione’s leg had now moved up to start pinching her nipple and, already high from her previous orgasm, it only took a few minutes for her to come again, shuddering as she said, ‘Oh, fuck, Draco!’
Ginny, who was already standing leaning against the door frame in stunned silence, stiffened further at the name that fell from Hermione’s lips. And before it could register in her brain, a blond head lifted from between Hermione’s legs as he stood, holding the strawberry which was now covered in glistening juices. ‘Strawberries and cream,’ he said with a smirk and then took a large bite of it. Ginny’s knees wobbled.
He leaned over Hermione and held it to her lips and she willingly opened her mouth and took a bite as well. The remainder was discarded as their lips crashed together in a messy red kiss. Hermione was mewling and her feet started pushing at the sweatpants that covered Malfoy’s decency. Once they fell down his legs, Hermione moaned loudly as he thrust into her, not once stopping their kiss.
As they made love on the kitchen table, Ginny could not help but notice how beautiful they were together, how they seemed to know and anticipate each other’s actions and smile and look at the other as they moved against one another. This was definitely not the first time that they had been together, Ginny thought absently. Malfoy pulled Hermione up into a bit more of a sitting position on the table now, putting one hand on her hip and one in her hair as he continued to push up into her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. ‘You’re so gorgeous,’ he was saying to her and she flushed from the pleasure of the words and what he was doing to her.
‘You’re. So. Beautiful,’ Hermione said, each word accented with a thrust from him. They kissed and touched each other as they each seemed to be coming close to another orgasm. Ginny was locked on—she could not move and frankly, she didn’t want to. She watched in awe as Hermione’s head came back and she screamed to the gods and Merlin and Malfoy, and then Malfoy thrust up hard into her while burying his face in her neck and moaning, ‘Hermione.’
They were breathing heavily and after a few seconds to calm down from their orgasms, they began kissing and touching each other again and then slowly pulling apart and Ginny realised suddenly that she needed to move away as quickly as possible, or they were going to see her. She backed up, trying to move back towards the door. She had forgotten that the sofa was right behind her, however and she backed right into it, causing it to shift and make a scraping noise across the wooden floor.
They both looked up, straight at her and she groaned. Malfoy pulled his sweatpants up quickly as he moved in front of Hermione to block her from view as she was still sitting on the table naked. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked. ‘How did you get in here?’
Ginny held up the container in her hand. ‘I brought soup,’ she said in a shaky voice.
Hermione’s head dropped down onto Malfoy’s shoulder and she groaned. ‘I told her I was sick,’ she said to him. ‘And she has a spare key.’
‘Why didn’t you knock?’ he asked Ginny.
‘I did!’ she said. ‘I didn’t want to knock too loud in case Hermione was sleeping. I didn’t realise she would have…company.’
Hermione breathed out, her head still on Malfoy’s shoulder. ‘Gin, could you maybe just sit on the sofa and close your eyes while we get decent?’
Ginny nodded and did just that, but her mind was racing. Hermione and Malfoy? Sure, he was gorgeous, and they had looked beautiful together on that table, but he was still a prat, wasn’t he? Ginny thought back to the Gala and how he had annoyed Hermione so much that she was literally shaking. And now she was shagging him? And obviously had been for a bit seeing how comfortable they were around each other.
Finally, Hermione sat down fully clothed on the sofa next to her and said, ‘Sorry about that.’
‘What, for lying to me about being sick, or not telling me that you’re shagging the ferret?’
Hermione’s face dropped at Ginny’s tone. ‘I…I’m sorry about saying that I was sick. He just,’ she looked over towards the bedroom where Malfoy had stayed. ‘He’s just so persuasive.’
‘So he forced you to call off brunch?’ Ginny asked.
‘No, but when he explains in detail what he would do to me if I didn’t go to brunch,’ Hermione’s face flushed. ‘I find it hard to say no.’
Ginny found herself nodding. She would call off brunch as well if Harry ever said that he would fuck her with a strawberry on the kitchen table. ‘Why haven’t you told me? How long has this been happening.’
Hermione flushed again. ‘I did tell you, actually.’
‘Hermione, I think I would have remembered you telling me that you were shagging that blond prat,’ Ginny said, getting a little annoyed that her friend would think she would forget something like that.
Hermione gave a little laugh. ‘No, I told you that I was fucking Malfoy.’
Ginny’s face flew to Hermione’s and she thought again of Hermione sitting on the bench at the Ministry Gala, her voice and her legs shaky. ‘Caught up with what?’ Ginny had asked. ‘Fucking Malfoy,’ Hermione had said.
Ginny had assumed that her friend had just been in a snit with the ferret and immediately came to her defense, not realising that her friend had actually been telling her something quite important. ‘You fucked him at the Gala?’ Ginny asked in a loud whisper.
Hermione nodded, her face still looking flush. ‘That was the first time.’
Ginny looked back over towards the bedroom door. ‘That was three months ago,’ she said. ‘Are you two together?’
Hermione’s lips turned into a frown. ‘We’re…not seeing anyone else,’ she said. ‘But I’m still not sure where it’s going. I do care about him, a lot. We were friends for a bit before it all happened and we got to know each other really well and I’m sure I really like him and it might be…might be something close to love now, but…’ she stopped. ‘I really don’t know how he feels about me.’
Ginny nodded in understanding. It was difficult to imagine someone like Draco Malfoy being capable of love. He had never showed them in the past that he felt anything more than tolerance for anyone in his life. And yet, when Ginny had seen them together, there was definitely something there. Maybe not love, but a mutual affection at least, and it gave her some hope for her friend. ‘It might not be love,’ Ginny said. ‘But he cares about you, Hermione, I saw that there. The way he protected you and kissed you and looked at you. There’s something more than just sexual attraction.’
Hermione had unshed tears in her eyes when she looked back at Ginny. ‘Do you think so?’
‘Yes, Hermione, I do,’ she said with a smile and hugged her friend close.
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