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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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16.
Sarah Webber was sitting at her desk outside of Miss Granger’s office when a man with dark hair and bright green eyes strode up to it as if on a mission. Sarah’s heart gave a flutter as she looked into the face of the Harry Potter. ‘How can I help you?’ she managed to get out without stuttering in his presence.
‘Is Hermione here?’ he asked. ‘I need to speak to her immediately.’
‘Er, let me just check,’ Sarah said. She looked at the calendar and found that Miss Granger’s next appointment wasn’t for another fifteen minutes. ‘I’ll just ask her.’ She stood and opened the door a crack, ‘Miss Granger, Harry Potter is here to see you.’
There was a pause. ‘Okay, let him in.’
Sarah opened the door and waved him into the office, closing the door almost completely but trying to leave it open so that she could hear what was happening. Unfortunately, as she moved away, the door was shut properly and she sighed, wondering what was going on in there. Once the door was closed completely, silencing spells were activated from the inside.
Ten minutes later, Draco Malfoy walked up the corridor. He had a weekly update meeting with Miss Granger on a project that was now in the finishing stages of construction. He gave Sarah a nod and she returned it. ‘She’s just in with someone at the moment, hopefully should be done shortly.’
‘Cheers,’ he said and stood against the wall. Sarah did find him incredibly attractive, as did most of the female (and probably some of the male) population at the ministry. She was loyal to the Trio though and knew that he had been a nemesis of theirs during school, so she tried not to show him too much warmth.
The door behind her opened and looking flustered and annoyed, Harry Potter walked back out with the door slamming shut behind him. He looked quickly down at Sarah like he was trying to shake off whatever he and Hermione had been talking about. Then he looked up and Sarah saw his entire demeanor change when he saw Malfoy standing there. Before she realised what was happening, Harry had stridden quickly over to Malfoy, forcefully pushing him against the wall with an arm across his neck and a wand at his face. ‘You!’ he said angrily.
Malfoy looked annoyed but not concerned. ‘Me,’ he said. Sarah was about to move towards them and try to break up whatever was happening when she heard Harry speak.
‘You’re fucking Hermione?!’ he shouted in Malfoy’s face and Sarah’s mouth fell open.
To her surprise, Malfoy smirked. ‘Oh that,’ he said nonchalantly. ‘Yes, quite regularly, actually.’
This seemed to enrage Harry further, ‘What are you playing at, Malfoy?’
The smirked dropped from Malfoy’s face. ‘What do you mean, what am I playing at?’
Harry shoved his arm against Malfoy’s throat. ‘Are you doing this to annoy me? To get back at me for something?’
Malfoy shoved Harry away from himself with surprising ease. ‘Get over yourself, Potter.’
‘Then what are you doing it for?’
‘You really think that I’m with her to annoy you?’
‘Why else would you be?’ Harry said. ‘She’s certainly not your type.’
‘Not my type?’ he paused and seemed to calm down a bit. ‘She may not be what I thought I wanted in the past, but she is what I want now.’
‘What you want?’ Harry asked in irritation. ‘And what do you want of her?’
Malfoy stared at him for a long moment and finally said in a sincere voice, ‘I want to make her happy.’
Harry laughed mockingly. ‘Like you can make her happy.’
Suddenly the smirk was back and Malfoy chuckled, ‘Well, judging by the way she screams my name when she comes, I think I’m doing a pretty good job.’
Harry’s eyes lit with a furious fire and he pushed Malfoy back against the wall. ‘You fucking liar,’ he said, his wand pointed at Malfoy’s face.
Hermione’s door opened at that moment and she came out, seeming like she was about to say something to Sarah before she saw the scene before her. ‘Stop it, both of you!’ she said in an angry voice. She pulled them off each other and shoved Harry away. ‘I told you, Harry, this is none of your business. I don’t know why Ginny told you, but it does not concern you!’
‘Hermione,’ Harry started and she just glowered at him.
‘Go away, Harry,’ she said in a deadly calm voice. He huffed and strode away with an angry look on his face. Hermione calmed her breathing for a minute and then looked up at Malfoy. ‘Mr Malfoy, I believe we have an appointment.’
Malfoy’s face was expressionless and his tone professional when he said, ‘Of course, Miss Granger.’
They walked into her office, and as always, left the door open and Sarah could hear everything they said, which was just boring updates about the construction of the Dragon Reserve in Scotland and how they would be moving the dragons onto the reserve in a couple of weeks. He left half an hour later.
By the time he left, Sarah wasn’t even sure if any of it had been real of if she had just imagined the whole thing. She certainly could not imagine Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy in any kind of heated embrace or acting anything other than professional towards each other. She sighed. This would be big news for the fans of the Trio, but she was sure that no one would believe her when she tried to tell them.
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Draco was annoyed, had been since that run-in with Potter this afternoon. How could Potter think for a minute that Draco was only with her to get back at him for something? And get back at him for what exactly? For saving his fucking life? He was still annoyed that he owed his life to Potter after that disaster in the Room of Requirement.
But to think that that could be the only reason that Draco would even look twice at her. To suggest that she was some kind of pawn in a fourteen-year game of wizard’s chess that started when Potter refused to acknowledge his friendship, that was low, even for him.
Draco sighed as he started finishing up for the day. Though he was annoyed at Potter for thinking that somehow Hermione was not worth his time of day, or he hers, he was also grateful that others seemed oblivious of her beauty and sexiness. He didn’t want to think about what he would do if he felt like he had to compete with others over her.
He was one of the few that knew just how sexy and gorgeous and wild she could be, and he knew that he had explored more of her and made her explore more of herself than anyone else that she had been with. Charlie Weasley wasn’t a threat, and that made him a useful ally in helping Hermione discover even more of herself and her passions. And, Draco grinned, he had much more planned for Weasley’s next visit.
And yet Potter thought that she wasn’t his type? That she wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing to walk this earth. That Draco didn’t care for her at all. But he did care. He still found her the most interesting person he knew, even outside of all the sex, one of the only ones who could really give him a go in a debate or an argument. He thought she was brilliant and incredible and brave.
He hadn’t been lying to Potter. He wanted to make her happy. Because she made him happy, happier than he had been in a long time.
He enjoyed their heated debates, he craved her body like it was the last oasis in the desert, and—and he also appreciated everything else, like how the top of her head fit perfectly under his chin when they hugged, or seeing the small tug at the corner of her lips when she was reading her favourite book, or when she pinched his bum with a cheeky smile when they were making food together.
And he’d be fucked if Potter thought that he could muck that up for him.
He apparated to the area just outside her flat door. They had already agreed that he was coming over to hers this evening. She was standing by the door with the key in the lock, obviously having just arrived a few moments earlier. She turned to look at him when he arrived and all his anger and annoyance at Potter seemed to take control of him as he closed the few steps between them to kiss her hungrily, pushing her against the door.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up above her head and held them there with one hand as the other moved down her body. He nudged her feet open with his thigh and pressed it roughly between her legs. She gasped and her eyes flew up to his, a questioning look in her gaze. He growled and said, ‘Fucking Potter,’ and then kissed her again, nipping at her full bottom lip. She started kissing him back just as intensely and he knew that she had been just as annoyed at Potter accosting them, thinking that he could tell them what they could and could not do. When he let go of her hands to grab her hips and pull her up against himself, dragging her up his hard leg, she dropped her arms down onto his shoulders and started pulling his hair as she gasped against his lips.
‘I need you,’ Draco said, as he started kissing and biting down her neck. She nodded and moved her hand down to unlock the door. He practically pushed her through it. They were still wearing their work robes, but Hermione was wearing a skirt, so he ran his hands under it and roughly pulled down her knickers as she fumbled with his trousers and pushed them down. He lifted her against himself and started walking towards the bedroom, but when he tried to take a step, he realised that his legs were still trapped in his trousers and he tripped, falling forward as they both crashed onto the rug on the floor.
‘Ow,’ she complained. She had landed on her back with Draco between her thighs. Thankfully, he had caught most of his weight with his elbow, which he was sure would bruise. Her face was glowing with the pain and the furiousness of their kissing and he thought she looked stunning. Fuck it, he thought and reached down to grab his cock, positioning it at her entrance and shoving it into her. Her hands went up to his chest and his hair, pulling it again as she moaned, ‘Fuck, Draco.’
‘Fuck, you look good Granger,’ he said, kissing her roughly and thrusting hard into her body. They were still wearing all their clothes and were getting hot and sweaty as Draco’s work robe was draped over the both of them, the wool heating them up quickly until they were sweating and panting into each other’s mouths as they kissed and fucked on the floor in Hermione’s living room.
She was gasping and whimpering with her exertions of meeting his thrusts and the overwhelming warm of the woolen fabric around them. She pushed her head back against the rug and said in a broken and breathless voice, ‘Please, Draco…harder,’ the last word almost a whisper, and there was no way that he could deny a request like that. He moved one of her legs up and over his shoulder, pressing down harder and deeper into her body and she was almost crying out now in the pleasure, her other foot hooked around his hip and forcing him further into her body.
He kept ramming into her, and for a moment he was afraid that he was going to come before her, but just as he felt like he was going to explode, he watched as she threw her head back and moaned his name. With a sigh of relief, he thrust forward as deep as he could get to send his climax into her body.
Slowly, trying to regain his breath, he let her leg back down and then fell on top of her but kept his weight on his own arms as he kissed her again, this time softer and gentler. They both seemed calmer now—all of the agitation they had felt having been fucked away. He smiled at the thought as he began softly kissing the side of her neck, but she suddenly stiffened under him and he looked back up at her face, only to find her looking into the living room, her expression shocked like a rabbit in headlights. Draco followed her gaze and found himself seeing red as he saw Harry Potter sitting on Hermione’s sofa.
‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ But the words hadn’t left his own mouth, it was Hermione’s voice as she glared at the man in her flat. Draco pulled out his wand to mutter the cleaning charm and then pulled back and patted down Hermione’s skirt. She wiggled out from under him and stalked towards Potter on the sofa as Draco tucked himself back into his trousers.
Potter looked shell-shocked. He looked up at Hermione glaring angrily at him and then back towards Draco on the rug on the floor. ‘What was that?!’ he cried.
‘Oh, come on Potter, you’ve got a kid, don’t you? Thought you would have known what sex was by now,’ Draco drawled, feeling the need to lash out at Potter after everything he had done this afternoon.
Hermione turned and glared at him and he smirked a bit, he loved seeing her angry at someone besides him. ‘Harry, why are you here?’
‘I just came to talk to you. I feel like we didn’t leave it right. I wanted to tell you…’ he stopped. ‘Can we have some privacy?’ he said to Draco.
He was now leaning against the wall. ‘Absolutely not.’ Granger gave him a grateful smile.
Potter, realising that it wasn’t going to happen, continued. ‘He’s just using you, Hermione. I haven’t figured out why, but there has to be some sort of game, something!’
‘And why are you so sure of this?’ Hermione said. ‘What if I’m using him?’
‘Hermione,’ Harry warned. ‘Come on, why else would he…?’ he stopped.
Draco wished he could see her face as he saw her body straighten and her fingers tingle with angry magic. ‘Why else would he what, Harry?’
‘Come on, Hermione. Why else would he do that?’ he said, pointing to where they had just had sex. ‘With you?’ The way he said it made it sound like Draco had just fucked a hag instead of a sexy witch.
Draco felt like he could see a red glow forming around Hermione as he heard her say in a low and angry voice, ‘Get out, Harry.’
‘Hermione, I didn’t mean it like that, you know I think you’re…nice-looking,’ he was spluttering out.
‘Get out of my flat. Now, Harry.’ Her voice was deadly. Even Draco was getting a bit nervous now and he wasn’t the one that the anger was directed towards. Harry steeled his reserve and got up to move towards the door.
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ he said. ‘Don’t come crawling to me when you realise it’s all been part of a huge prank.’
‘Harry,’ Hermione said as he reached the door and he looked suddenly hopeful. ‘Give me the key.’
His mouth hung open and he snapped it shut and fished into his trouser pocket for the spare key that he had taken from Ginny. He threw it towards Hermione, who said, ‘Do not talk to me until I contact you,’ in a voice filled with rage. ‘It might be a while.’
Harry huffed and walked out of the flat, the sound of apparition coming through the doorway before the door had even closed.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Granger’s shoulders slumped and she started shaking. Draco wasn’t sure what to do, now irritated at Potter for leaving her in such a state. What was it about Potter's holier-than-thou attitude that just grinded on the nerves? For being the ‘Chosen One’ he was pretty fucking stupid sometimes.
Draco went over to Hermione and put his arms around her. She relaxed into his embrace and he just held her there for a while. He then bent down to her ear and said, ‘Granger, you know he’s just being an unobservant twat, don’t you?’ She turned and looked at him, a puzzled look in her eyes. ‘I think that you are fucking gorgeous.’ He kissed her lightly. ‘Beautiful. Magnificent. Sexy. As. Fuck.’ He kissed her with each word and then saw a smile twinge on her lips.
‘Well, you’re not too bad yourself, Mr Malfoy,’ she said as the smile grew, pulling him down for another long and deep kiss.
She finally broke away and bent down to pick the key up off the floor that Potter had dropped. She looked up at Draco and pushed it into his hands. ‘I think you should have this.’
Draco looked down at the key and could not believe the level of trust that she had just given him. ‘Are you sure.’
She smiled again and hugged him around the waist, her head fitting perfectly under his chin, ‘Absolutely.’
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Ginny heard the crack of apparition as Harry arrived back home. He had said that he had something to deal with after work and would be a little late home. He walked into the lounge where she was sitting reading through the new ‘Witch Weekly.’
‘Are you okay, Harry?’ she asked at the dark look on his face.
‘I cannot believe that she can’t see it,’ he said.
‘You’re not making sense, darling,’ Ginny said.
‘I went to speak to Hermione at her flat, about Malfoy. He’s up to something. Using her for something and I’ve tried to warn her but she won’t listen!’
‘Why do you think he’s up to something?’ Ginny asked.
‘Gin,’ Harry said as though she were a simpleton. ‘It’s Malfoy. He’s always up to something. And, ugh, you should have seen them, Ginny. It was like they were getting off on hurting each other, you know. Pulling hair and biting each other and—’ he stopped and shuddered. ‘There was no affection there.’
‘You saw them together?’ Ginny asked.
‘They didn’t know I was there, didn’t even pay attention to what was around them as they went at it on the living room floor. I just needed to talk to her after she wouldn’t listen to me today at the ministry and Malfoy just got me so upset saying that Hermione screams his name when Ron told me that he broke up with her because she was just like a stiff board in bed and—’
Ginny put a hand on Harry’s arm. ‘Harry, stop. When I saw them yesterday, it was nothing like you described. It was sweet and romantic and maybe what you saw today was them taking out some aggression from a certain someone accosting them both at work?’ she stopped and looked at him and he had the gall to look a tad ashamed.
‘I never thought when I told you that they were together that you would go and act like that. And what did Ron say?’
‘Sorry?’ he asked. ‘Oh, when I asked him why things didn’t work out with Hermione, he said that she just wasn’t any fun in bed. Like she didn’t really enjoy it.’
‘But Ron never had sex with Hermione,’ Ginny said and Harry looked up at her with a puzzled shine to his brilliant green eyes. ‘It wasn’t easy,’ Ginny said, trying to explain it without going into too much detail, ‘And Ron was too afraid of hurting her to…get through.’
Harry shook his head. ‘But he said…’
Ginny pursed her lips. ‘Well, he lied. Charlie was her first and they’ve been shagging on and off since then.’
‘What?’ Harry said. ‘No, Hermione’s only been with Ron and Dean.’
Ginny laughed. ‘Harry, you are so naïve sometimes. Hermione and Ron? Never happened. And she has been with a few more than Charlie and Dean. She’s definitely not a stiff board. She’s a passionate witch who really likes sex and honestly, I think Draco Malfoy is good for her.’
He shook his head again. ‘Why?’
‘Because she’s the happiest I’ve seen her in a while, since her and Dean split really, and from what I saw yesterday, her needs are certainly being taken care of.’
Harry gaped. ‘But it’s Malfoy.’
Ginny sighed, annoyed that she had to tell her husband this. ‘Harry, Charlie introduced her to the practical things that she knows about sex, and he’s not exactly a pygmy puff. She likes it…rough sometimes,’ as she said this, Harry shuddered and looked at her in astonishment. ‘And Malfoy certainly seems like the kind of guy that wouldn’t shy away from giving her what she wants.’
Harry stared at the wall for a bit, looking a bit sickened at Ginny’s revelation.
After a few moments, Ginny held out her hand to him and he looked at her, perplexed. ‘My key? The one that you stole to get into her flat.’
Harry blushed. ‘She took it.’
‘You lost me my spare key?’
He ran a hand through his hair. ‘Sorry Gin.’ Then he looked up at her. ‘What did you see them do?’
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