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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“Charlotte, I know you want to see Hermione. It’s been almost two years! The next time we see her she could be married or have a baby. If we keep rejecting her she will stop trying and we’ll have lost her.”
Charlotte Granger shook her head. “We lost her the minute we let her board that train to Hogwarts.”
“I love you, Charlotte, but our daughter is here, trying to make amends for her actions.” The normally stoic dentist wiped moisture from his eyes. “Miny’s got scars on her arm. She’s covered them with a tattoo, but someone carved something into our daughter’s skin. What we know about that war is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“How do you know she didn’t do that to herself, Benjamin?”
“Why would she carve mudblood into her own arm?”
Charlotte slapped a hand over her mouth.
“I’m going to have dinner with Miny at her hotel. I’ve asked God to lead my heart true and it feels right to give our child another chance. Spend some time with God and you’ll know what you need to do.”
“You’re right,” she murmured. “Please excuse me.”
Benjamin watched his wife make her way to their bedroom and shut the door. He prayed she would come to the same conclusion regarding their daughter that he had.
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Draco knocked on the door to Hermione’s hotel room. International portkey travel was exhausting and left him feeling slightly nauseated. Plus, Port Douglas was many hours ahead of England, so instead of going to bed as he had planned, he packed and flew through space and time to reach his girl.
“Draco!” Hermione said as the opened the door to her room. She felt like they’d been separated for weeks instead of days. “Are you tired?”
He wrapped his arms around her, loving the way her head fit under his chin. “I am. Do you have any plans for today?”
“My dad is coming to the hotel restaurant for dinner tonight. Join me for a kip before I have to get ready for dinner?”
Draco let Hermione lead him to the fluffy bed. She took his jacket as he put down his bag. They undressed and slipped under the covers.
“Have you been sleeping?” he asked, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.
“I’ve tried to sleep but, well, you know.”
He did know. Draco hated to sleep without her, too.
“So, tell me what happened with Gin and Neville!”
Draco laughed. “They got engaged. Left a note saying the four of us should get together for dinner soon.”
Hermione kissed Draco’s neck. “Thanks for helping them.”
“Neville’s loved her for a long time. He’ll take good care of her.”
“He will.”
The tired couple curled into each other and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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“I brought you a copy of my book. The Defense Against the Dark Arts Department sponsored a talk I gave last month.”
Benjamin was an educated man and knew how unusual it was for a first year university student to be given such attention.
“That’s quite an honor. How did your talk go?”
“It was nerve-racking, but it went well. The room was packed and the question and answer session went on for over an hour. Draco helped me prepare for different types of questions, so I was ready for a wide variety of inquiries.”
“I remember you mentioning him when you were younger, but I didn’t have the impression you were friendly,” Benjamin said tactfully. He actually thought his daughter didn’t like the boy.
She chuckled. “We weren’t friends, but apparently he wanted to be. He’s a pure-blood and his family believes in blood purity. Draco doesn’t think that way anymore. He introduced me to his mother and it seems her opinions are changing, but I think that might be based more on her son’s happiness than her beliefs.”
“Is he here with you?”
Hermione had said she didn’t have money, but she was staying at an expensive hotel and her clothing looked finely-made. Benjamin felt uncomfortable knowing his daughter had probably accepted help from her boyfriend.
“He’s upstairs in the room.”
“Why don’t you ask him if he’d like to join us for dessert?”
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“Please excuse me,” Hermione said to her father and Draco. She had the impression her dad wanted to speak to Draco alone.
Draco stood as Hermione got out of her chair to make her way to the loo. Mr. Granger hadn’t seen manners like that in years. He imagined the boy had had deportment lessons since he was a tot.
When Hermione had come up to the room and asked him to come down for dessert with her and her father, Draco had been taken aback, but he’d agreed. He was in Port Douglas to support Hermione and he’d eat with them if that’s what she wanted.
“Hermione tells me you’re a student at the university, as well.”
Draco nodded. “My area of concentration is different than Hermione’s, but we have two classes together this semester.”
“Her mind is a thing to behold.”
“It is. I’m a decent student, but the way she’s helped me improve my work has been impressive.”
Benjamin nodded in agreement. “So, what else do you get out of helping my daughter?”
Bloody blunt bloke.
“What do you mean?” Had Hermione said something to her father?
“She’s told me she doesn’t have any money, but she certainly doesn’t look poor and she’s staying at the most expensive hotel in town. Are you two living together, as well?”
Draco felt himself becoming angry with Hermione’s father. Benjamin had no idea how his daughter had been living before Draco asked her to live with him. This man had absolutely no right to judge his daughter.
In a low voice, Draco said, “Your daughter was living in a tent in order to pay her university tuition. When I found out, I asked her to come live with me. I’ve got more than enough room. She’s done a great, no, an enormous service to our world, but what she got in return was minimal. Oh, people appreciate her sacrifices, but there was no compensation for her part in defeating him.”
“While I appreciate you helping Hermione, she needs to learn to stand on her own two feet. If she needs a loan here or there, her mother and I can cover her from now on, but if she can’t afford school, she shouldn’t be there. Hermione shouldn’t be living with a man who pays her bills. It’s not right.”
Hermione had been walking back to the table when she heard Draco’s angry whispers. She had heard most of their conversation and felt a stab of betrayal at her father’s words. Her dad was acting as if she was a spoiled child who needed to learn the value of hard work.
Draco shook his head. Benjamin had no idea who his daughter was. He was treating her like the girl she might have been when she left for Hogwarts, not the twenty year old woman who was a warrior, a published author, and an incredible intellectual in her own right.
“Draco.” Hermione said, startling both men. “I’m going to say goodnight to my father and I’ll join you in the room in a few minutes.”
He stood and kissed the top of her head.
“Goodnight, sir.” Draco gave Hermione’s father a hard look over her head. I don’t care if you’re her father, if you hurt her, you will be sorry.
Benjamin gave a curt nod at the fair young man and watched him walk away.
“Tell me how much money you owe Malfoy and I’ll write you a check. You can pay us back over the next few years.”
“Dad, I came here to reconcile with you and Mum, not to ask you for money. I’m an adult and how I live is my business. That man you just insulted has helped me in ways I could never express to you.”
“Miny, believe me, I know when you fall in love, it’s hard to slow things down, but there are very good reasons to take things one step at a time. He’s getting the benefits of a wife without actually being married to you. Have you two even discussed marriage?”
“That’s between me and Draco. Please let Mum know I’d like to see her before I leave, but I understand if she doesn’t want to visit. Goodnight, Dad.”
Benjamin would pray for his daughter. While he did not approve of her lifestyle, she was right in saying she was an adult. At least Malfoy seemed to care for her. Benjamin Granger had a lot to think about over the next few hours.
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“You okay, love?”
Hermione put her purse down on the desk and sighed.
“I’m going to attempt to see my mum one more time and then I think I want to go home.”
“What did your dad say to you?”
“He doesn’t approve of our living arrangements. Offered me a loan to pay for school and what I owe you.”
Draco frowned. “Did you accept?”
“No.”
“Why? If you hadn’t had a falling out with your parents, wouldn’t they have paid for your tuition?”
“They would have helped me, but their money has strings attached to it that I’m no longer willing to accept. They would want input on my area of concentration and how I spent my time. After everything that’s happened, I don’t want other people dictating how I live.”
He could see Hermione’s mood becoming blacker the more they talked, but he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t accept her father’s money, but would accept his deal. Draco was beginning to see his mistake in demanding that she give up her coffee shop job and not allowing her to take the job with Professor Giovanni. She needed to have some amount of control over her financial situation so she didn’t feel backed into a corner. He didn’t want her to feel that she owed him, rather, he wanted her love and loyalty.
“I’ve dictated how you’ve lived this school year. You didn’t even like or trust me before, so I guess I don’t understand why you accepted my money.”
She rubbed her eyes and began to take pins out of her hair, letting it fall softly around her shoulders.
“I’m not sure I’m up to this conversation right now. You wanted to talk about the future and there are some things I’d like to discuss, as well, but not tonight.”
Draco grabbed Hermione’s brush from the vanity and stood behind her, fishing out the last few pins holding her thick hair in a French twist. Pushing her into a chair, he massaged her scalp for a minute before he began to brush out her curls. Her eyes closed as Draco gently combed through her strands.
You don’t owe me anything, love. What you’ve given me in return is worth more than a million Galleons.
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Hermione woke to the phone ringing. She untangled herself from Draco and grabbed it after the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Hermione?” Oh my God, it’s my mum.
“Hi, Mum. How are you?” she said cautiously.
Draco rolled toward Hermione and kissed her exposed shoulder, and then went into the loo to give her privacy as she talked to her mother.
“I’m…okay. I wondered if you might like to join me for a walk along the beach?”
“Um, yeah, I can meet you in half an hour. Would you care for a cup of coffee? The hotel has great cappuccinos.”
“Yes, I think I’d like that.”
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“Your father tells me he met your young man,” Charlotte said as she sipped her cappuccino on the sandy beach.
Hermione nodded. While she was grateful her father had given her a chance, she felt hurt at his behavior the night before. She should have expected his disapproval. A tiger doesn’t change his stripes.
“Despite his feelings about your living arrangements, he liked Draco.”
“Really?”
“Well, like is probably the wrong word…”
Hermione smiled. “It’s okay, Mum.”
Charlotte pushed her hand into the sand and let the grains trickle through her fingers. “I read your book last night.” She looked at her daughter, her beautiful, grown-up girl and felt the last vestiges of her lingering anger melt away. “What you did was incredibly brave.”
A tear escaped her eye and Hermione quickly dashed it away. “It was so hard. And I thought about you and Dad constantly.”
“It was our job to protect you, Hermione. Dad and I think you could have come to us and we could have figured out another solution. Maybe our family could have gone to the United States or Canada.”
Hermione didn’t think her parents would have believed the seriousness of the impending war. They never seemed to comprehend the fear of Voldemort and his supporters as the Ministry, The Daily Prophet, and even families like the Weasleys downplayed the tension in the wizarding world.
“Draco and I are going to return to England tonight. Thank you for talking to me. I know what I did betrayed the trust you had in me, but I did it to ensure your safety. I’d do it again, if I had to. Your lives are worth more to me than anything.”
Charlotte nodded, looking into her daughter’s serious face. This young woman knew things Charlotte had only knowledge of in theory. She didn’t really want to know details about the hardships her child had faced. It was enough to know she had faced them and survived.
“Dad and I are beginning to comprehend why you did what you did. I’m still not sure you did the right thing, but I don’t want to lose you.” Charlotte took Hermione’s hand in hers. She noticed the ring on her middle finger. “I know you didn’t like what Dad said about you and your beau living together, but he has a point. Do you think you two will make things official?”
“It’s not that easy, Mum.”
“Do you love him?”
“I love him,” Hermione admitted.
“I’ll pray for the two of you to have the courage to make a long-term commitment,” Charlotte said, her words sincere. “Do you think I could meet him before you go?”
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The next morning, the couple woke in their own bed. They had returned to England following a very civil introduction between Draco and Charlotte Granger. Though there was still a lot of strain between the three Grangers, Hermione felt hopeful about reconciling with her parents.
Under the soft, dark blue comforter, Hermione was spooned against Draco’s warm body. She woke to him pushing his morning erection between her arse cheeks.
“Good morning,” Draco whispered into her ear.
The two had been surprisingly quiet since they’d returned the previous day. Hermione had been lost in thought about all of the things she’d discussed with her parents and Draco wanted to respect her reflective time. After meeting the Grangers, he felt he had a much better idea of why his lover acted as she did. They clearly loved their child, but the Grangers were not peaceful people. Nevertheless, it was obvious Hermione was relieved to have been given a chance to be involved in their lives once again.
Shifting her leg so he could enter her pliant body, Hermione sighed with pleasure when he was seated within her. One of his hands cupped her breasts, gently rolling a nipple while the other hand found her needy clit. The hand between her legs stroked in time to his thrusts.
“Mmm, so good,” she moaned as Draco kissed and lightly sucked on her neck. She was still amazed by the way their bodies fit together as if she had been built for him.
There wasn’t a better way to wake up, in Draco’s opinion, than to be balls-deep in Hermione’s welcoming body. Their hips rolled and collided in a syncopated rhythm with sighs and breathy moans punctuating the sound of their skin slapping.
“You’re so wet, baby. So tight. Do you like waking up with my cock in you?”
She whimpered. “Yessss. Yes, Dragon, keep fucking me!”
A tingle went down his spine as she called him Dragon. He loved that bloody name. Her hips began to buck faster as his finger frantically manipulated her desperate bud.
“Come for me, Hermione,” he whispered hoarsely.
Her whimpers and moans were music to his ears as she worked to achieve her pleasure.
“Draco!”
His cock was squeezed by her pulsing channel in the most pleasurable way as her orgasm washed over her. Gods, sex had never been so amazing before Hermione and it actually kept getting better. Draco couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
“Fuck, Granger!” He gripped her body against him as he began to come.
“Mmm, you feel brilliant,” Hermione mewled.
Draco buried his face in her fragrant curls as he came down from his high. The smell of his shampoo in her hair was oddly heartwarming to him. He remembered the first time she’d used his bath soaps. When he’d walked into his kitchen and found her making pancakes, her wet mane hanging down her back, he’d had to restrain himself from immersing his face in her hair. He’d been so pleased when she’d agreed to his deal.
But, now…he couldn’t imagine life without her. Before she’d gone to Australia, he’d told Hermione he wanted to talk about their future. When he’d first proposed a deal between them, there was a chance she’d say no, but Draco had known he could wear her down. What he wanted to propose for their future was so much more. He’d been blind to her issues before he really knew her, but there was a very real chance she didn’t want what he did. Draco knew she loved him, but was that enough for her?
“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asked, bringing Draco out of his silent reverie.
“Not much, love. I’m going to make you a smashing breakfast.” He pulled away from her with a kiss to her neck.
“That sounds perfect,” Hermione said, stretching as Draco got out of the bed.
She watched his beautiful form make his way to the shower. Their courtship was most unusual, but it wasn’t insincere. Draco had approached her due to years of curiosity and attraction and what he’d discovered had been a woman who he could imagine growing old with. Hermione had accepted his deal because she wanted to continue to attend university, but their first kiss had given her a taste of the combustible chemistry they would have. Draco had been the healing balm she’d so desperately needed after the war. A life without Draco was all but unbearable to imagine.
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