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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Harry Potter books which are owned by JKR. I make no money from this fanfic and these characters as well as the Harry Potter books and world belong to JKR!

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Thank you soo much for the wonderful reviews of the last chapter. Your kind encouragement made me very happy and put the fire in me to put out another one.
My thoughts and prayers go to the family and friends of the victims in the awful recent London attacks. I couldn't believe it when I woke up this morning to the news of another one. It's beyond frightening and terrible.
Once again, I own none of this. The Harry Potter universe belongs to JKR and her publishers.
Hermione was greeted by Lizzy's bright smile when she arrived to work on Wednesday morning. The beautiful, grey haired witch followed Hermione into her office. "I take it you are feeling better, Hermione?"
Hermione turned back towards her, giving her a small smile. "I am, thank you, Lizzy. Can I just have a few moments? Then we'll go over what I've missed the past couple days."
"Sure, I'll make some tea." Lizzy left Hermione's office, closing the door behind her.
Hermione wasn't prepared for her reaction to being in her office again. She had felt so strong this morning, as if she was already over it all. But, walking into her office, to the very room where she had learned of Theo's betrayal, caused it all to come flooding back, hitting her like a tidal wave. She clearly wasn't nearly as over it all as she had convinced herself.
She suddenly felt cold, the hairs on her arms standing up. She pulled the sweater from the hook on the back of her door and put it on, not caring that it completely clashed with her dress. She forced herself to proceed to her chair and sit. She looked at the large desk in front of her. The surface was now clear, but she could picture the journals laying open before her. Of course, Theo had taken them. She hadn't expected to find them still sitting on her desk, but somehow their absence was jarring, disturbing even.
She opened her bottom right drawer and tucked her purse inside. She exhaled slowly before looking up again. Her eyes went to the various pictures she had of Theo around her office. As she scanned them over, she couldn't help but to equate when they were taken with whether he was still only hers or whether they were taken after he had started his affair. The picture on her desk, for instance, was taken last Christmas at Harry's. She picked up the picture and tossed it into the trash.
Her eyes next went to the framed picture on the wall that was taken under a palm tree with a setting sun and an ocean behind them. That one was taken in Hawaii on their two year anniversary. It was just prior to his affair, if he had been telling the truth. She stepped closer to the photo, focusing on his blue eyes. They had a twinkle, his smile was full and looked genuine. She took the picture down and tucked it in the corner.
The next one was taken when they were dating. They were standing on the grounds of Hogwarts, the beautiful castle behind them. The school had erected a memorial honoring all who had perished in the battle against Voldemort. The dedication of the memorial and the unveiling of the completed renovations were that day. Hundreds of witches and wizards attended. It was their first date to a public event. It created quite a stir that Hermione Granger was dating not only a Slytherin, but the son of a Death Eater. She pulled that picture down as well and tucked it with the other.
The next frame contained a collage of pictures. Theo was in some of them, but there were mainly pictures of her with her friends. She left that one alone and walked to the one other picture of her with Theo that was left. It was taken four years ago while they were on vacation in the US. He would have been about a year into his affair. She was standing in front of him and he had his arms around her. They were smiling at the camera with the Grand Canyon behind them. She took the picture down and tossed it into the trash with the one that had been on her desk. In her eyes, her marriage had only been real prior to his affair, so everything that he had said to or done with her the past five years was a lie, a false life.
She looked at her desk and then took another glance around the office. She felt a change was in order. With a wave of her wand, the furniture in her office moved around. Her desk, no longer in front of the main window, was now on the far side of the room, under the window that faced the alley. She moved her credenza under the main window. She would need to put up new pictures and put up a fresh coat of paint, a different color...Perhaps something professional, but brighter.
"Lizzy, I'm ready to go over everything when you are," she said as she poked her head out the door. Lizzy smiled and carried the tea tray into Hermione's office. As she entered, her pace slowed as she took in the changes of the office. Her eyes not only went to the changes in the arrangement of the furniture, but to the pictures in the trash can as well. She now understood what was going on.
She sat the tray down and poured Hermione's cup. "I like the changes in here," she said as she handed her young boss her tea.
Hermione shrugged. "I needed a change." She looked up from her tea into the concerned and knowing eyes of the older witch. Hermione spent the next 10 minutes filling Lizzy in on an abbreviated version of what had happened.
"I'm so very sorry, Hermione. Please let me know if there is anything I can do," she said kindly and genuinely.
Hermione nodded. "Thanks, Lizzy. So, tell me what I missed the past 2 days?"
Hermione didn't like talking about Theo and the impending divorce. But, she knew she needed to tell Lizzy and she was glad it was behind her. It was a relief when Lizzy started talking about work and what had been going on in the office. It was wonderful to have something else to concentrate on and think about besides her divorce.
The rest of the day flew. She spent her time catching up on missed correspondence. She began to think about Moxie. She needed to talk to Rita to see if Rita had unconvered anything that would help with Moxie's case. She asked Lizzy to set up a meeting.
Before she knew it, 5pm had arrived. She was excited as she headed to the Magical Menagerie. She walked in and looked around the room at all the birds, owls and cats. The tall, elderly owner walked over, using his cane to assist. He smiled down at her. "So nice to see you again, Miss Granger. What can I help you with today?"
Hermione chewed her lip as she looked around at all the animals. "Well, I'm ready for another companion. Dear old Crookshanks passed away last year."
"Crookshanks...Oh Yes!" The elderly wizard clearly remembered the old half kneazle. He looked around at all the creatures as if in thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked back at Hermione. "Follow me, young lady."
Hermione followed him towards the back of the store. "This beauty was brought in last week." He gestured towards a large cage. Inside was a huge, stunningly beautiful, solid grey, long hair cat with golden eyes. "She's a Maine Coon Cat."
"She's beautiful," Hermione said softly, walking towards the cage. The grey cat was stretched out, lounging in her cage, watching Hermione as she approached. As soon as Hermione was close to the cage, the cat stood and stretched. Hermione gasped at how large the cat was and how beautiful. "What's her story?" Hermione asked, not taking her eyes off the cat.
"Well, I don't know much about her. Her name is 'Cassiopeia.'
Hermione smiled. "How long has she been here?"
"She was dropped off about a week ago. No explanation was given. It was a house elf that brought her. He just said his Mistress didn't want the cat anymore."
Hermione spoke softly to the grey beauty who was watching Hermione intently. "Hey there, Beautiful. Would you like to come home with me? It's just me, but I promise to take very good care of you." Hermione could swear the cat understood her and was debating whether or not Hermione was worthy. She smiled, liking the cat even more. Cassiopeia slowly sauntered to the edge of the cage and lightly nuzzled Hermione's finger.
Hermione turned back to the elderly wizard. "I'll take her."
Hermione was thrilled. She brought Cassiopeia home and the cat adjusted easily. It felt good to have a companion and to not be alone. That evening Hermione was reading in bed, when the giant creature hopped up onto the bed next to her. This was the first time since she brought her home, that Cassiopeia had initiated any interaction with Hermione. Hermione hadn't forced herself on the cat. Instead she told the grey beauty that when she felt like company to come find her. Cassiopeia laid close to Hermione, her large tail flicking back and forth. Hemione smiled down at her. "I know your name is Cassiopeia, but that's a mouthful, so I'm going to call you Beauty most of the time." Hermione stroked the cats neck and was rewarded with a rumbling, loud purr.
The rest of the week went quickly. Hermione continued to feel stronger emotionally as the week progressed, but she still had spells where she became upset. It would hit her in occasional waves. She was fine when she was in her apartment, as there was nothing there to remind her of him. But, when out and about, she was constantly reminded of him. She would walk by a restaurant they had enjoyed together or a book store. Those were the moments she would feel weak and feel her emotions getting away from her. She was good at keeping her emotions and reactions internalized. Anyone with her or watching her would never know she was crumbling on the inside. But, as the week progressed, those spells hit less and less frequently.
Friday night rolled around and Harry was insisting she come for dinner. She politely declined, eager to spend her first Friday night in her apartment. She had just put on some muggle music and opened a bottle of wine when there was a knock on her door.
She couldn't help the flicker of excitement and pleasure she experienced when she looked through the peephole and saw Draco waiting impatiently. She had been trying not to think about him and trying to forget about him, as she knew would be the healthiest thing for her to do. But, she found herself missing him all the same.
She opened the door and he didn't say anything. He just stared at her, his eyes intense. She raised her eyebrows willing him to speak. He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, pushing past her into the apartment. "Please, do come in, Draco," she said sarcastically.
She closed the door and looked at him, expectantly. He finally spoke, irritation in his voice. "Why haven't you contacted me this week? I haven't seen you since Monday!"
Hermione looked at him incredulously. "I told you I needed time!"
"Is that what you call this? Time would have been 24 hours, Granger. This hasn't been time, it's been an eternity!" His gaze went from her eyes to her feet and back up again. A small twitch to his mouth told her he was trying not to laugh or smile. A small smile broke through as he asked, with a slightly teasing tone, "Granger, what are you wearing?"
She looked down at herself, and sighed in exasperation. A pink blush flushed over her pale skin. Brilliant! She had on huge pink, bunny slippers with Wonder Woman pajamas. She took a breath and squared her shoulders, "Clearly, I wasn't expecting company! If my attire offends you so much, you can just leave," she snapped.
He continued to smirk. "I don't think I've ever seen you look more adorable. You look like a little school girl, getting ready for bed." His grin grew wider. "Want me to tuck you in?" He started to stalk towards her, a playful grin on his face.
Her heart started to race, as she backed up, her eyes locked on his. Merlin, he's hot! Get a grip, Hermione! "It's a little early for bed," she responded, trying to maintain her resolve.
His grin grew bigger as he continued to move towards her, slowly. Her breath hitched when her back hit the wall with a small thud. His smile morphed back into a small smirk as he towered over her. "Is it? One can never get enough sleep," he whispered, leaning down, breathing her in.
She could feel herself succumbing. "Oh..no, sleep is now bad for you. I read it in Witch's Weekly," she teased back up at him. Suddenly his mouth was on hers, his strong body pressing up against her. His hands held her face, not letting her turn away or resist. His tongue demanded entry. She moaned, giving in to him. His kiss softened with her compliance, his hands dropping to her shoulders and then to her waist. After a minute she pushed against him, sliding out from between him and the wall. He exhaled, his palms flat on the wall, his forehead tapping it. He took a deep breath and turned back towards her.
"Granger, why are you fighting this? You want me, I know you do."
Hermione walked to the bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses, pouring wine into each a glass. She turned back towards him, his expression expectant, waiting for her response. She handed him his glass and took a sip of her own before answering. "Draco, I don't think a relationship with you is a good idea." She felt sick the minute the words left her mouth. They felt and sounded so wrong. His expression was unchanged and commanded a further explanation.
She shook her head. "I want you, but it all feels..I don't know, kind of incestuous."
"What?" He demanded. "Why do you say that?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I thinks it's pretty clear. You're Theo's' best friend, you were married to the sister of the woman he's been having an affair with for five years! He's married to me, at least for now, and now you and I..." She turned away, taking another sip.
"Finish your sentence, Granger." His tone was sharp, commanding.
She turned back towards him and laughed. "That..right there! Your Dominance, your bossy nature...yes, it turns me on. Yes, I...I want it, but it just feels like, it feels like Theo all over again!" Her expression softened and her voice loss its edge, "or at least similar to what I had with him. You're much more...well, he only acted the role in the bedroom. What you want is..."
"Granger, you can't live your life avoiding what you like to do because it reminds you of him." He put his glass down and looked at her like she wasn't understanding a very simple principle. He laughed, without humor as he ran a hand through his hair. "So, what..you going to give up eating as well? Because, you know..you used to eat with him. And, books..I guess you're going to stop reading because Theo works in a library." He shook his head, "Oh, and"
"Stop, stop, " She interupted, waving him off. "You've made your point." She didn't want to look at him. She could withstand him, if she just didn't look at him. She could feel his eyes on her, pulling her.
He could see her resolve was slipping. "Come here, Pet." He studied her, her internal battle written all over her face. "Don't make me say it again."
She swallowed as she looked up at him. There was no point. She had no more ability to resist him now than she had the week before. She was a fool for trying. She looked at the floor as she walked over to him. When she was right in front of him, he tilted her chin up. His eyes met hers before going to her mouth and back up again.
He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss before pulling back. His eyes were intense and focused on hers. "Stop this, Granger. It's a done deal. You're mine and you have been since last week. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never lie to you. I'll take care of you..physically, emotionally...all of it." He paused, his face suddenly vulnerable. "Just, for Merlins sake, stop all this resisting. You're making yourself miserable and youre making me crazy. You know I'm right. Just, go with what's in your soul, Pet. Go with what you feel."
"Ok," she answered, barely above a whisper.
"Ok?" He asked, not sure he heard correctly, and praying he had.
She looked up at him, defeated but her eyes were pleading. "I can't fight this, Draco. I...I don't want to fight it anymore. I don't want to have to be strong.."
Before she could finish her sentence, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her, finding his way to her bedroom.
He set her down on the edge of the bed. Neither one said anything. She looked up at him, her brown eyes soft and compliant.
He stepped closer to her, so that he was standing between her legs. His eyes never left hers as he started to unbutton her top. When it was completely unbuttoned, he slid it off her shoulders and off her arms. He tossed the top aside. "Lay back, Pet."
She laid back, her eyes still on him as he pulled off his t-shirt. Hermione's eyes scanned down his perfect chest. She began to sit up, wanting to touch him. "No, Pet." He whispered. Her eyes went back his. They were dark, commanding. She swallowed and laid back down.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket and waved it. Suddenly she was moved further onto the bed and her wrists were enveloped with soft restraints, tied together and over her head.
Draco took a step back, drinking her in. She was a vision, retrained and at his mercy...just like he liked her. His eyes scanned from her beautiful face to her round, full breasts to her flat stomach where the elastic band of her pajama bottoms rested. He couldn't help the grin and chuckle that overcame him as he continued to scan down her body where his eyes finally rested on the huge, pink bunny slippers. He slipped them off her feet and tossed them on the floor beside him. He then climbed up on the bed and hovered over her. He kissed her, hard. She moaned and arched her back as he massaged her left breast. His hands slid down her body, grabbing the elastic band of her pj's and panties. He made quick work of pulling them off. On his knees, and straddling her legs, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
Hermione's heart was racing as his strong hands grabbed her hips, lifting them into the air. Her knees fell forward and he set her back down so that she was now on her knees and elbows, her bottom on display. She felt a hard slap to her left butt cheek which caused her to squeal as he buried himself in her. He began to pound in and out of her. "You...are...mine...mine...mine," he chanted as he continued to slam into her. She could feel her body tensing as her climax was building, his words claiming ownership causing her head to spin with the realization his words were truer than they had ever been.
"Say it!" He demanded, continuing to thrust in and out of her.
"I'm...yours!" She managed to get out breathlessly and as the words left her mouth, her sweet release pulsed through her. As the waves of pleasure overcame her, she felt him tighten inside of before he stilled and let out a growl.
His hands still holding her hips in place, kept her from moving. She felt him slowly slip out of her. His grip loosened and he gently tilted her so that she fell onto her side. He collapsed next to her, facing her, her hands still retrained over her head.
His eyes were dark, his expression stern. "Say it again, Granger." His voice crisp, demanding.
Her soft brown eyes were wide, staring into his smoldering grey. "I'm yours." She whispered.
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm yours, what?"
She swallowed, her heart pounding at the thrill of the look in his eyes. "I'm yours, sir."
He let out a slow exhale. "Don't forget it, Pet," he whispered. With a flick of his wand which had been laying next to him, her wrists were released. He gingerly pulled her arms down and began to rub first her shoulders and then her wrists. He then kissed her wrists tenderly before rolling onto his back and pulling her closer so that her arm and leg draped over him.
She nuzzled up even closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He smelled so good. He turned his head towards hers and kissed her forehead. For the first time in years, she felt not only desired, but truly cherished. Exhaustion overcame her and she drifted off into a deep slumber.
She woke a few hours later to the feel of Draco slipping away from the bed. "Draco, where.."
He whispered, "sshh, I'm coming right back, Pet. Just need to use the loo."
A minute later, she felt the bed dip. She reached out and felt the warm soft fur of Beauty. Beauty cuddled up next to her and she stroked the cat's cheek gently and then rubbed her side. Beauty didn't like to have her belly rubbed, Hermione had the scratch marks to prove it. The familiar sound of the deep, rumbling purr caused Hermione to smile. She was just starting to doze again when she was awakened by the sound of Draco's voice.
"What in Merlins name is that Beast doing here?"
Hermione's eyes shot open to the confused and shocked look on Draco's face. She continued to pet Cassiopeia, smiling up at Draco. "This is my new comapanion, Cassiopeia, but I call her 'Beauty."
"Granger, that cat is a menace! She's vicious!" Draco's look almost made Hermione laugh.
Hermione pulled her cat closer. "You don't even know her, what are you talking about?"
He shook his head, setting down the glass of water onto the bedside table. "Granger, I know that cat. That cat hates me!"
Hermione was confused. "What, what do you mean?"
He sighed heavily. "Pet, that, that Beast, that you are holding like a sweet teddy bear, attacked and killed 1 of my fathers prized white peacocks!"
Hermione's jaw fell open. "Cassiopeia belonged to your family?"
Draco nodded. "My mother. She loved that cat..adored her. But, father finally persuaded her to get rid of it after the peacock massacre."
Hermione, pinched her lips closed. She knew she shouldn't laugh, but it all just sounded so ridiculous. She looked down at Cassiopeia. "Beauty, did you do that? Did you kill a peacock?"
Cassiopeia had a haughty look on her face, Hermione recognized it as a look of pride. She leaned down and kissed the top of her cat's head. She looked back up at Draco and said dismissively, "Well, there are no peacocks here. So, nothing to worry about."
She maneuvered the huge cat up and over her so that Beauty was now lying behind her. Hermione raised her eyebrows at Draco. He sighed heavily, realizing this was a battle for another day, and climbed back into bed.
Hermione nestled back up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and sulked, "I have scars from that Beast. She used to jump out and attack my ankles every time I went down the stairs."
"Well, there are no stairs here...oh, except for the rooftop terrace stairs." After a pause, she continued. "I'm sure if you are nice to her, she'll be nice to you."
Draco continued to pout and then grumbled, just as Hermione was about to drift off, "I better wake up with all my appendages."
Thanks for reading! Hope you liked the end. After several heavy chapters, I wanted to end this one a little lighter. Thanks again for reviewing!
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