Say Please | By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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A/N: Thank you to my beta mamacita for telling me to get over it and finish the chapter.
Draco was leaving a meeting at Gringotts when he spotted her. She was dressed casually, making him wonder if she was still on leave from the Ministry. He hadn't seen her since that awful night a month earlier, but it hadn't stopped him from thinking about her every hour on the hour. He had decided to give her space. After what happened with Blaise he assumed she needed time to come to terms with everything and catch up with friends and family.
After two weeks he had received a summons from the Ministry. He'd hoped he would see her then, but instead he was met by Potter, who gave Draco his wand back, all the while looking at him with a speculative gleam in his eye. Obviously Hermione had told Harry something about her time with him for Potter to look at him in such a way. His heart accelerated at the thought. If their time together had meant nothing to her, why would she bother bringing it up with her best friend?
Draco was debating whether or not to go over and talk to her when an older couple came up behind her. By the look of them, they were her parents. As much as he wanted to speak with her, he didn't want to intrude on her family time. He was neither a close friend to say hi to nor a boyfriend to be introduced. He started heading to the Leaky Cauldron but paused once more to look back at Hermione, only to find her looking at him. He stared back. She didn't move for several seconds, then she turned her back to say something to her parents. Draco, taking this as a snub, head back towards the door. He was about halfway to the pub when he heard someone call his name.
"Draco!"
Hermione rushed up to him, out of breath. "You walk incredibly fast, you know that?" He shrugged, not knowing how to answer.
"Weren't you going to at least say hi?" she asked softly.
"I—you were with your parents. I didn't want to interrupt."
Hermione just smiled. "You wouldn't have been interrupting." She paused, her eyes shifting to look over his shoulder. "I've been meaning to stop by. I just didn't want to go back there and see...." Her voiced trailed off.
"I moved out of that flat to the one a floor below it." His pulse raced with the happy possibility that she hadn't been keeping her distance because she wasn't interested, like he'd feared. He didn't know if he was about to make a complete fool of himself or not, but he didn't care.
"Feel free to drop by any time." With that open-ended offer he smiled and continued on his way.
He had to, because if he stayed he was going to say too much. Up close Hermione looked awful. Her hair was limp and unwashed, her eyes red from lack of sleep, and her clothes just a little too loose on her. He wanted to tell her not to worry about Blaise, that he'd had it coming, but Draco seriously doubted that would make her feel better. All he could do now was hope she took him up on his offer.
Two days later Hermione was sitting on the floor of her closet, going out of her mind. What does one wear when trying to seduce an ex-enemy? Ever since she had run into Draco in Diagon Alley she couldn't stop obsessing over his parting words. What did he mean? Was it "Drop by any time so we can shag each other's brains out", or "Drop by and we'll catch up like friends"? Does it matter? she asked herself for the umpteenth time.
For the past month she'd been falling apart. She couldn't stop thinking or dreaming about what had happened with Blaise. Her mind seemed to be on an unending loop of self-recrimination. Hermione genuinely felt like she was a disgrace to the Auror profession, no matter how many people told her she wasn't at fault. She was convinced that they were secretly angry with her for destroying their one link to the missing witches. Her only reprieve was her thoughts of Draco.
Running into him was like coming awake again. The emotions he inspired in her were both exhausting and exhilarating. It was baffling how, since becoming reacquainted with Draco, her opinions and even, to an extent, her personality had changed. Here she sat, considering what to wear to seduce someone she was not in a committed relationship with, someone who could use and hurt her. There was every possibility that Harry was right, that pursuing things with Draco could leave her heart broken, but could she really feel worse than she did right now? The answer was no. Finally settling on a black, V-neck cashmere sweater and a tight pair of jeans, she set her plans for seduction into motion.
Her first stop was at a Pakistani restaurant to pick up take-out. She would show up under the pretense of just relaxing and eating dinner, and test the waters. She was gambling on Draco being at home and alone. A month was probably a long time to go without in Malfoy's book, she mused bitterly. Hermione Apparated to within a block of Draco's building and set a brisk pace. When she finally arrived at his door she hesitated. Straightening her spine, she knocked.
The smile Hermione received when Draco opened the door relaxed her enough to smile cheekily and ask, "Hungry?"
When his eyes returned from pursuing her body he replied, "Starving."
Once they were finished with dinner Draco offered coffee and Hermione accepted, only mildly worried about the effect the caffeine would have on her already strung-out nerves. When Draco sat down on the other side of the couch, almost a foot away, she frowned. Draco, unaware of her frown as he set his drink on the coffee table, didn't notice when she moved a few inches closer.
"Are you still on leave from the Ministry?"
"Yes. I'm thinking of quitting," she blurted. She hadn't even told Harry that.
"When you first told me you were an Auror, I'll admit I was surprised. I just assumed you would have gone into research or teaching."
Hermione didn't reply, even though she did want to hear what he would have to say about her telling him that she'd had a hard time distancing herself from Harry and Ron. Silently sipping her tea, she pondered her next move. She stretched her arm along the back of the couch and casually brushed her fingers against his. Draco's fingers twitched and he moved his hand to his lap. She had to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. She, one of the most famous Muggle-born witches in the world, was trying to seduce the poster boy for pure-blood wizardry, and he seemed to be playing hard to get. Gathering her courage, she leaned over and rubbed the back of her finger across his cheek.
Looking at Draco, she could see the question in his eyes. What do you want to do, Hermione?. She closed the distance between them and sealed her lips to his. Yes, she thought, this is exactly what I want. She allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue. Hermione would allow him to take the reins tonight, let him show her his best. If nothing came of it tomorrow, then so be it.
Draco shifted so he could wrap one arm around her waist and hook the other around her thigh, tugging her so she straddled his lap. Cupping her face, he slanted his lips over hers again. He could have happily continued kissing her all night. When Hermione pulled away to draw breath, he moved his lips down to her neck, then nipped at the hollow of her throat. Hearing Hermione's breaths come in long gasps made his own breathing stutter. Grasping his face, she turned the tables on him, eagerly seeking his lips. Draco couldn't stop his hand from fisting in the back of her sweater and grinding himself against her. He wanted her with a desperation he hadn't known in a long time. It was with dazed awareness that he watched Hermione pull her sweater over her head.
He brought his hand up to caress one half-exposed mound. Leaning forward, he kissed the exposed tops of her breasts. He dipped his head and took one taunt peak into his mouth and sucked as his left hand came up to sprawl between her shoulder blades, bracing her as she arched. Hermione clutched his shirt and made a sound of pleasure. All he wanted to do was make her make that noise again. He switched his attention to her other breast, letting his hand trail down her back, lightly scratching.
Hermione tore herself away and frantically sought to pull Draco's shirt over his head. He obediently lifted his arms for her. Hermione mimicked his earlier actions now on his own throat, and he was only too happy to let her. When she pulled away again he wondered if she'd reached her limit, and his breath caught when he saw her reach back to unclasp her bra. She pulled the silky straps down her arms before shyly tucking herself against his now bare chest. It was all the permission he needed to move them to the bedroom.
Once he had her settled he removed his trousers before getting on the bed to divest Hermione of her jeans. He inhaled sharply when he saw she wore nothing underneath.
"Sweet Merlin, woman, please tell me this is not an everyday occurrence!" Looking at her, he pondered whether she had sometimes left garments off while she was at Hogwarts.
"No," she said, blushing, "only for tonight."
Sinking down on the bed again, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard with just a hint of teeth. Hermione bucked her hips and he smiled against her breast. There was a war going on inside his head and within his body. He wanted to take her hard, but this was their first time together; it wouldn't do to scare her away. His only hope was to make her want a repeat performance. He swept a hand up her thigh, causing her to part her legs in invitation.
The smell of her was almost enough to break his control. Moving down her body, he settled his mouth on her sex. Hermione bucked again and cried out, forcing Draco to grab her hips to hold her still. He took his time bringing her to the edge, with lazy licks and hard sucks. Her sounds of pleasure excited and aroused him, but Draco would not stop until she surrendered to him. He wanted to pound into her until she begged him to take her harder.
He pulled away when he felt her body go taut in anticipation of her orgasm. "No—Draco—" Hermione gave a frustrated cry.
He dodged the hands that meant to pull him back down, and removed his boxers. Coming to stand on the side of the bed, just out of reach of her questing hands, he waited for her to come to him. Hermione sat up on her knees and moved towards him. He held still as her hands shyly explored his chest, her fingers trailing down his sides before moving behind him to grasp his bum and tug him into her waiting mouth. He hadn't expected Hermione to reciprocate. His gasp of shock made her hum around him. After a few bobs of her head he gently pulled her away, pushing her so that she settled back on her elbows.
Grabbing his wand, Draco quickly said the necessary spells to ensure she was protected. Covering her body with his, he nudged her legs apart and settled at her entrance. Hermione closed her eyes; tilting her head back, she waited in anticipation for him to enter her. When nothing happened, she looked at Draco. When their eyes met he surged forward, claiming her mouth as he breached her body. He kept his thrusts deep and the pace steady. He wanted this encounter to last.
Hermione kept trying to get Draco to increase his tempo, but he just kept moving in and out of her at a maddeningly slow pace. She was beyond frustrated. I thought he liked things rough! Why oh why is he going so slow? She clenched the muscles of her inner walls in hopes of throwing him off, but he only kissed her more ferociously. When Hermione knew she could take no more without throwing aside all pride and begging, she leaned up and bit his neck, smirking when he his next thrust was harder. In retaliation Draco pulled all the way out of her, raising an eyebrow and staring at her.
"Fine," she huffed. "Just—please—I need more."
Draco wasted no time slipping back into her slick channel. "Bring your legs around me," he instructed. When she complied, he positioned a pillow beneath her hips.
Hermione let out a breathless moan when the new angle caused Draco's cock to slide past a sensitive spot inside of her. She arched up, seeking that feeling again. Draco allowed her to take her pleasure from him. He was thoroughly enjoying watching Hermione get off on him. With a growl he grabbed her hips and set a furious pace. He moved his hand and circled her clit with the pad of his thumb. The added stimulation wreaked havoc on Hermione's rhythm. When she brought her hands up and caressed her own breasts, Draco was done for.
Removing a hand from Hermione's hip, he braced a hand by her head and leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Come for me, Hermione. I want to hear just how good it feels to have me inside of you."
Hermione carded her fingers in his hair and tugged his face to her neck. He took the hint and bit down, causing her to lock around his body and climax. He thrust a handful of times more before he too climaxed with a moan. He stayed inside her, waiting for her to unlock her legs before rolling onto her side. Draco listened as Hermione's breathing evened out. He felt awkward; he wanted her to stay the night, no matter how weird things might be in the morning. When Hermione got up and started pulling her jeans back on he stared her, willing her to stay.
Seeing his look, she asked, "What? You want me to stay?" her voice going soft at the end.
He nodded yes.
"Astoria didn't," she challenged.
"You're not Astoria."
Hermione removed her jeans and slipped into bed again. Turning to face him, she hesitantly reached out to stroke his hair. He, in turn, reached out and petted her cheek. Hermione could feel Draco's stare but she couldn't meet his eyes. It felt so strange to be touching like they were. She'd fully expected to get dressed and leave after they were done. To say she'd been a little surprised that he wanted her to stay was an understatement. It gave her hope that maybe Draco felt more for her than just desire. Feeling the pull of sleep, she didn't fight it. Draco was still up hours later, watching her sleep, his mind boggling at the fact that he seemed so content to do so when he'd never felt compelled to do such a thing before, even when he really cared about the girl. Closing his eyes, he wondered what he should make Hermione for breakfast.
Hermione came awake to the feeling of being watched. Wordlessly summoning her wand, she shot up only to be met by the site of Narcissa Malfoy holding her sweater and bra. Narcissa dropped them on the bed and left the room, shutting the door. Hermione let out the breath she was holding and blushed hard. Okay. Where's Draco? An unpleasant thought occurred to then. What if he purposely left because he didn't want to see her? Quickly put on her clothes, she opened the door and darted into the bathroom. A note was propped up against his toothbrush holder, and she eagerly snatched it up. It said that Draco had gone to get them breakfast, and the toothbrush she'd used last time she was here was in the cabinet. She smiled, on the shy side of demented at knowing he'd kept her toothbrush. She dragged her feet in the bathroom, not wanting to talk to Narcissa. Finally she could put it off no longer.
Narcissa was sitting primly on the sofa, flipping through a book Draco had left on the table. "Do you know where my son is, Miss Granger?"
Hermione moved to sit in a chair. "He—uh—went to get something to eat. I'm sure he'll be back soon."
They sat in silence for several minutes. Hermione wanted nothing more than to go back to her place, but she wanted to see Draco. She needed to see if she really was different from the girl who came before her.
"How is my son, Miss Granger?" Hermione could tell by the strain in Narcissa's voice what it had cost her to ask. She hadn't seen Draco in a month, so all she could tell the other woman was what she'd noticed.
"He's angry, distrustful, and not a little lonely."
Narcissa's shoulders slumped. "He was so angry with us after the war. We sent him away so he'd be here for the aftermath. Lucius lied and said he didn't know where Draco was, and then Mr. Potter stepped forward and cleared Draco of killing Dumbledore. But it was too late then. He was so bitter. He wouldn't answer any of my owls. Whenever I made an effort to visit he was so cold that I just stopped trying. When Pansy fire-called me to tell me Draco had been taken to St. Mungo's I realized that enough is enough. I miss my son."
Hermione didn't know what to say. The few times his parents had come up in conversation Draco had abruptly changed the topic or simply walked off. "What do you expect me to do?"
Narcissa didn't get a chance to answer as they could hear Draco unlocking the front door. Hermione got up to meet him. "Oh, you're up. I got a hot chocolate, coffee, and a mocha—take your pick. I also got some pastries, or if you like I could make eggs." His easy smile made her heart race.
"Pastries are fine." She lost her train of thought when he looked at her with those eyes, so grey and open. She didn't need to say anything, because Narcissa stood up at that moment.
"Draco."
He turned to look at his mother and all softness left his face. "What are you doing here?"
Pleadingly Narcissa said, "I miss you. I want us to talk again, to be a family."
"We were never a family," he sneered. "We were a dictatorship." Narcissa looked imploringly at Hermione. "Leave her out of this!" Draco snapped. "Just leave. I have no interest in seeing you."
Hermione wanted to say something, but she knew she had no right. "I think I'm going to head home. Owl or fire-call me later." Kissing him softly, she took the hot chocolate and grabbed a pastry. "Just listen to her. You don't have to say anything."
Hermione was happy to be back in her flat. She felt in desperate need of a shower. She paused and scanned her surroundings: something was off. Had someone been in her flat while she was gone? She didn't notice anything out of place, but there seemed to be a weird energy permeating the air. Shrugging it off as her being fanciful, she went to take a shower.
A/N: I do apologize for the long wait. I had anxiety issues involving writing D/H 's first time. I had to scale back my expectations and just write. A word of caution, their following sexual encounters will not be so fluffy in future chapters.
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