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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Hermione was frantically checking her luggage before Draco got to her house for their Portkey to America. The night before her parents had thrown her a going away party. She was incredibly grateful for the generous monetary gifts from her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and her parents. But her most surprising gift had been from the Malfoy family. Draco had presented her with a permanent Portkey that allowed her to travel anywhere in the world. He explained that he wanted her to be able to visit whenever she wanted. She merely had to speak an incantation along with the location and she would be whisked away. This type of Portkey was an exorbitant gift. Hermione knew the Minister of Magic had one and now she knew the Malfoys had them as well.

During the party, he had been slightly overwhelmed with the number of family members he was meeting for the first time, but his good manners and charm helped ease him into the group. The women of the family had been understandably smitten with him. Hermione thought she saw her grandmother blush under Draco’s gaze. The men found him a bit odd since he knew nothing of British sports, but Hermione’s father made an effort to include him in the conversation. Draco had worried that her parents wouldn’t want him to be part of their daughter’s life, but they had treated him as kindly as they had during Christmas.

Hermione heard the doorbell and her mother answering the door. Jean Granger had a soft spot for Draco Malfoy. Hermione wasn’t quite sure why, since Theo had been equally well-mannered and treated Hermione like a princess. Jean didn’t come out and say she preferred Draco, but she’d been pleased for Hermione when she told her mum that she’d consented to let Draco court her.

Hermione put her luggage into her magically extended bag and went downstairs to meet Draco and say goodbye to her parents. Knowing that she could come home whenever she wanted made leaving them much easier. She could thank the Malfoys for that. Draco had told Hermione that the gift was his parents’ idea. Even though he had told her his parents accepted their relationship, she finally felt their approval.

“You call us if you need anything,” Jean tearfully said as Richard Granger hugged his daughter.

“Send an email when you get settled,” Richard said to Hermione.

Jean hugged Draco and whispered something to him. He smiled and nodded his head. Richard shook Draco’s hand and thanked him for helping Hermione while Jean and Hermione exchanged tearful hugs.

“Are you ready?” Draco asked.

“I think so.”

Draco showed Hermione how to use her new Portkey and then they were gone.

“What did my mum whisper to you before we left?” Hermione asked as they had tea on the Malfoy’s penthouse balcony. It was a beautiful, balmy day in New York City.

“I left her with additional floo powder so your parents could fire call the manor if she needed to reach me. If you have an emergency I can be here in minutes with the Portkey. She liked the idea that you’d have that safety net.” Draco gave her a sheepish smile. Hermione was independent and didn’t always appreciate that type of help, or interference as she might view it.

“You would do that for them?”

“Of course. They’re proud of you for getting the scholarship, but they’re nervous about you being so far removed. I would want to come help you if something happened, but I won’t necessarily be the first one to know.”

Hermione leaned over the table and kissed Draco.

“That was so thoughtful,” she murmured, kissing his lips.

“Come here, witch.”

Hermione stepped around the table and let Draco pull her into his lap. Hermione settled her bum over his burgeoning erection. He nuzzled the column of her throat, enjoying the way she shivered. She cupped his face, looking into his grey eyes.

“Can anyone see us?”

Draco shook his head. “I don’t think so.”   He noticed the glint in her eyes before she moved to kneel in front of him.

“Well, well, well, Miss Granger. You never cease to surprised me.”

She smirked at him as she unclasped his belt. “I want to show the proper appreciation for your thoughtfulness.”

He watched her unbutton his slacks and gently lower his fly.

“Lift you hips.” She pulled him free of his clothes, taking her time to admire his thick cock. She wrapped a hand around its base, familiarizing him with her touch.

“It makes me so hard to watch you touch me,” Draco growled. “Take off your shirt so I can admire you, too.”

Hermione gave him a smoldering look as she pulled her shirt off. Her black bra was unhooked and she let it drop to the ground. Her nipples pebbled under his hungry gaze. She stroked his strong thighs then let her lips lightly graze the ruddy, broad head of his penis. Draco watched her with fascination as she used her hands to cup his balls with her deft fingers. Her big, brown eyes looked up at his grey eyes as she took him into her mouth, using her other hand to glide over the part of his cock that didn’t fit into her mouth. What she was doing to him was so intimate; a secret only the two of them shared. He wondered if she felt the same way when he tongued her little pink pussy.

The sensation of her wet, hot mouth sucking up and down his prick and watching her flushed cheeks and reddened lips was causing his balls to tingle with the beginnings of an orgasm.

“Let me come on your tits,” Draco rasped out.

Hermione took him out of her mouth and pumped his cock, intermittedly licking drops of pre-cum from his swollen cap. Draco groaned as semen spurted onto her chest. It dribbled between her breasts. Hermione tried to grab a napkin from the table, but Draco stopped her with his hand.

“I’ll clean you up,” he said, taking a cloth napkin from the table and gently wiping her chest. His hand grazed her stiff nipples as he unnecessarily continued to rub her chest.

“I think I like this taking it slow business,” Draco whispered as he pulled her into his lap once again.

Hermione sighed as Draco fondled her aroused breasts. She could hear the hum of traffic on the street below them. The warm September sunshine heated her bare skin. Something about Draco brought out her wild side.

She looked at his face and he gave her a self-satisfied smirk. He laughed when she rolled her eyes.

The Malfoy Holdings executive assistant had ordered a car to drive them to Sarah Lawrence College the following morning.

“I don’t like this,” Draco said, his fingers clinging to the seat as the car sped along the road.

“Malfoy, it’s safe. Since I don’t know the area, we couldn’t Apparate in. We’ll be there in a few minutes. It’s actually much better if you’re driving,” she added.

“Eh. It’s quite sickening, in my uninformed opinion.”

“Look forward. It helps with car sickness. Let the driver know if you’re going to be ill.”

He nodded and looked forward, his hands betraying his discomfort.

“Will you stay with me at the hotel tonight?” he asked.

“I was planning to, after we tour the campus and I get my things placed in my room.”

“Do you have a roommate?”

“Yes. She’s in my program. I’m not too fond of staying with someone, but when in Rome…”

“I hope she’s not a nosy bint like the girls you lived with in Gryffindor.”

“Well, they left me alone unless they needed help with their school work. Maybe she’ll keep to herself. Or we could get along. That would be a plus.”

“Or maybe you’ll hate it here and come home,” he said snarkily. His nausea was putting him in a bad mood.

“Malfoy!” Hermione shot him a dirty look and looked out her window.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Please don’t be a git. I’m really excited to have been offered a space in the program.”

“Alright, I get it. I just don’t like that you’ll be so far away.”

She continued to look out the window, but took his hand.

“Have you started working for your family’s company again?” she asked.

“My father took over the English clients since they’re a little leery of me because I blew them off earlier this year, but he has me going over contracts, balancing books and tracking foreign money markets. He’s good at his job and I’m lucky he’s willing to teach me what he knows.”

“I don’t know what I want to do when I’m finished with school. I’ve always wanted to work at Hogwarts, but I’d like more of a life than the professors have. I used to think it would be interesting to work at the Ministry, but now I’m not so sure.”

“You could do any of those jobs or something entirely different, Granger. You could come work at the company. You’d have your pick of jobs.”

“Don’t you think that would be weird? Would you want me so involved in your business?”

“My mother and father run the company together, but he’s the CEO. She knows the company as well as he does. It certainly makes their relationship more cohesive since they work together every day.”

“I’ll think about it. I don’t want people to think I got a job working for Malfoy Holdings because we’re together.”

“You will have additional advantages being associated with the Malfoys, but you’re bright and industrious. Sooner or later people will see that.”

“I’ll admit that I always knew you were clever, but I didn’t know how hard you worked until we started partnering seventh year. I did assume you had been given breaks due to your father’s influence.”

“I did get breaks, Granger. But I’m smart and hard-working, when I want to be.”

“Does that bother you, that people judge you? That I judged you?”

Draco rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Everyone judges. You know I judged you for something you have absolutely no control over.”

Hermione squeezed his hand, acknowledging the change in his beliefs.

After touring the lovely tree lined campus, Hermione and Draco found her dorm and room. They met her shy roommate, Julia. Julia left them alone as Hermione set up her books and made her bed.

“I can rent a flat and you can live there,” Draco offered, looking with disdain over the modest room.

“It’s not so bad. I don’t plan on spending a lot of time here.”

The look he gave her was dubious. He knew it was unlikely Hermione would accept his financial help and her scholarship covered her room and board at the school. He thought she was safer in this dorm than she had been in her flat in London. Draco never liked that she walked home alone late at night.

Someone knocked on the door and Hermione called for them to come in. He noticed the bloke’s eyes spark when he saw Hermione and Draco inwardly groaned.

“Hermione, right? I’m Jason, the Resident Assistant for this floor.” Jason shook Hermione’s hand and grinned at her.

“Hello. Yes, I’m Hermione Granger. What exactly is a Resident Assistant?” she asked.

“If you have questions or concerns, you would come to me first. I’ll help if I can or direct you to the department that can assist you.”

Hermione smiled at Jason. “Okay. Where are you located?”

“I’m in room 300 at the end of the hall. My name and title are on the door.” Jason looked at Draco for the first time. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you a student here?”

Draco stood and shook Jason’s hand, eyeing him wearily. He’d seen men give Hermione the same look many times. She didn’t know how beautiful she was, how appealing.

“I’m Draco Malfoy, Hermione’s boyfriend. I came to help her settle in.”

Draco guessed Jason was probably a nice bloke, but when it came to Hermione he didn’t trust anyone. And Jason was tall and built like an athlete with a trustworthy face. A Gryffindor if he ever saw one. Fuck, could he never catch a break?

“It was nice to meet you Hermione, Draco. Let me know if I can help with anything,” Jason said as he reached for the door.

“Thanks, Jason,” Hermione said as he left.

Draco sat on her bed, scowling.

“What?” Hermione asked, sitting next to him.

“I don’t like him.”

Hermione chuckled. “Why is that, Malfoy?”

“He’ll find reasons to seek you out, then he’ll start inviting you to eat with him and join him for outings. You’ll see it as him being friendly, no doubt. And before long you’ll be dreaming of him and not me.”

Hermione straddled her agitated partner, shushing him with her lips. He held her tightly, worried that she was going to slip out of his grasp. Her lips moved over his and her tongue entered his mouth, tangling with his. Hands gripped his hair, holding him close. She nipped his bottom lip and pushed her breasts into his chest. Draco’s hands groped her arse, angling her hips to meet his.

The door opened and Julia walked in, not expecting to find her roommate dry humping her boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, grabbing a book and rushing out of the room.

Draco and Hermione looked up and Hermione quickly got off Draco’s lap.

“How embarrassing! She looked horrified.” Hermione righted her clothes and patted her short hair into place.

Draco stood and adjusted himself in his pants. He didn’t like this Julia bird very much, either.

“She’ll get over it, Granger. Come on, let’s get dinner. I’ll buy you a real meal before you start eating campus food.”

Her arms wound around his waist. “I only dream of you, Draco. Even when I was trying to make a relationship work with someone else, my mind would gravitate to you when I could least control it. Don’t be jealous.”

“I can’t help it,” he whispered into her vanilla scented hair.

“Please try. I don’t want you to worry that I’m going to seek out someone else. Should I be worried that you want to see other people?” Hermione knew women threw themselves at Draco. She honestly had no idea if he had been with other women when they had been spending time together. Since their initial break-up, Hermione had chosen to accept that he might date other women even if he was trying to get her back. She had been sad to hear that he had been sleeping around after New Year’s Eve, but she had point blank told him that she didn’t want to see him anymore. Now that they had made some commitment to each other, she expected him to be faithful to her.

“No, I don’t want to seek out someone else. But I want you to know that I’m aware of how men see you and that any of them would be thrilled to have a shot with you.”

“I don’t think that’s true, but I can assure you that I want to be with you and only you. Not every man I meet is a potential suitor.”

He squeezed her arse, eliciting a giggle from her. “Alright, Granger. I’m starved and the hotel is supposed to have a great restaurant.”

“Let’s go, handsome,” Hermione said, taking his hand and leading him out of her room.
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