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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The bed was empty when Hermione woke up. She stretched and let out a slow breath as she sat up on the side of the bed. Looking around she noticed Draco's shoes with her wonder woman pajama top laying next to them. She climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Three minutes later she had an empty bladder and a clean mouth. She went to her dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading to find Draco. She walked into the empty kitchen noticing the fresh pot of coffee. She poured a cup and then put a scoop of Beauty's food into the cat dish before looking for the elusive Slytherin. Not finding him on the sofa, she headed to the only place she imagined he could be. Once at the top of the winding, corkscrew steps, she found the blonde sitting on one of the cushioned chairs, drinking his coffee.
She internally shook her head. How was it he could look so damn sexy this early in the morning? He literally screamed sex appeal. Faded jeans, bare chest and bare feet. Yummy. As she approached him, his gaze moved from the notepad on his lap to her eyes. He gave her a small smile.
"Good, you're finally up," he said with a hint of impatience. He gestured towards the chair next to him. "Sit," he commanded, his eyes going back to the notebook on his lap.
"Good morning to you as well," she grumbled as she fell lazily into the chair he indicated. "You know, it's not even 7:30 yet, and it's a Saturday. It's not like I slept in for Merlin's sake."
"Whatever, Granger. Listen, we have things to discuss," he replied dismissively.
She rolled her eyes. "Draco, can I please wake up a little before you go all bossy on my ass." Not looking at him, she looked up to the morning sky. It was overcast, but warm and breezy. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air.
He smirked. "Ohh, Granger. If you think this is bossy, you are in for a rude awakening." He looked back down at the notebook on his lap. "So, first off, what's going on with your divorce?"
She responded with irritation and impatience, "I filed on Monday. Smithers says if Theo doesn't fight it, I'll be divorced in a month, which is actually three weeks from now." She closed her eyes, picturing the May calendar. "So, today is May 10th, 2008." Before she was able to march the dates out in her head, she froze with the realization of the significance of todays date. She felt a flush of nausea and a cold sweat come over her. Barely above a whisper, looking down at her hands in her lap, she acknowledged, "today is my seven year anniversary."
Draco didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to take her into his arms and show her how insignificant that fact was. Make her glad there wouldn't be an 8th anniversary. Make her forget Theo ever existed. But, he didn't. He just watched her.
As if on que, the doorbell rang. "I'll be right back," she said quietly. She stood and dashed down the steps. Draco stood and followed her, his spidey sense sensing trouble. He was just coming to the bottom step when Hermione opened the front door. It was exactly as he feared. Theo was standing there with flowers, looking at Hermione like she was air and he was drowning.
"Hermione," he whispered, his voice raw.
She didn't say anything. She started to close the door, but he threw his hand out to hold it open. "Please, kitten. Just talk to me. Please." Sensing another's presence, Theo's eyes shot from Hermione to where Draco was standing, his face falling even more, which Draco hadn't thought possible.
Theo's eyes scanned Draco's state of undress. His eyes grew wide and his face turned red. "You fucking Bastard." He forced his way in, past Hermione and was in Draco's face after a few long strides. His tone was threatening, full of rage. "She's my wife you asshole," he said as he shoved the blond. Draco was able to hold his ground by grabbing the stair railing to keep from falling. He straightened up and forced himself not to push back.
He kept his face and demeanor calm, not wanting the situation to escalate out of control. Meeting Theo's eyes, his voice was deliberate but not loud. "I'm sure you realize she won't be your wife much longer."
Theo stared at Draco, the rage on his face slowly morphing to pain. Draco swallowed, uncomfortable seeing the anguish on his friend's face.
Theo stepped back from Draco and placed the flowers, which somehow remained in his hand and unscathed, onto the table beside the sofa. He took a slow deep breath and turned back towards Hermione. "Hermione, can I just talk to you...alone. Please?"
Hermione had her arms crossed in front of her, wanting to be anywhere but where she was at that particular moment. She spoke softly, her voice slightly shaky. "Theo, I don't think I'm ready to talk to you. Not yet."
He watched her for a minute and didn't say anything. His breathing began to pick back up, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You aren't ready to talk to me, but you're ready to fuck him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement said with animosity.
She shook her head in disbelief and snapped in response, "I don't think you have any room to find fault with that, Theo Nott." Her rage started to kick in and suddenly she had a lot to say, and Theo was going to hear it. Her voice became stronger, her eyes meeting his for the first time since he had noticed Draco. "Five years, Theo. Five years you've been fucking another witch. I've only been with Draco since the Wednesday before I left your sorry ass."
Theo's jaw fell. "What? What the hell, Hermione? We weren't separated yet!" He took a step back from her, like she was diseased.
This only made her angrier. "Oh Theo, I was a fool. I stuck by your side..bloody, fucking miserable for years!" Her voice was getting louder. She started to walk towards him. "Sexually unsatisfied, emotionally unsatisfied, intellectually bored with my marriage, and yet I stuck with your cheating ass for five years because I fucking loved you, you asshole." She was finally standing right in front of him, her angry brown eyes boring into his shocked blue. He took a step back. "But, I couldn't take it anymore, Theo. I was lonely and sexually frustrated. I was ripe for the picking." She looked back at Draco, passion in her eyes, fueled by the anger surging through her. She then looked back up at Theo, smirking. "Draco came along when I needed him most...and guess what? I'm not lonely anymore, Theo. And I'm definitely not sexually frustrated." She smiled deviantly, wanting to hurt him, and knowing just the words to do it. "He Dominates me, Theo." She bit her lip, and threw her head back, like she was experiencing a moment of ecstasy. She looked back at him, her eyes lit with passion and lust. "He makes me feel soo good. He knows how to satisfy me. He knows what I need...and he's man enough to give it to me." Her eyes did not break eye contact, refusing to be the one to look away first.
He stared at her, shocked by her words, realizing she was lashing out. But, he felt like he'd been punched in the gut all the same. His heart was pounding with rage, his ego demanding she acknowledge and remember how good they were sexually. He drew himself up, becoming the Dominant he had been in the beginning, the Dominant who used to make her heart pound. "Oh kitten, You forget how good we were together. You forget how good I can make you feel. I can be that for you again. I want to be that for you." He swallowed and took her face in his. His voice no longer demanding, but soft, pleading. "I love you Kitten. It's my fault you ended up in his bed. I know that. I only have myself to blame...but, I love you. I really...love you, and I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for betraying you. I'm sorry for letting you down. But, I promise, if you just...if you just give me another chance. We'll take it slow..I'll court you again. We can date and rebuild, only this time it will be even better. I promise!"
Hermione pulled his hands away from her face and stepped back from him, shaking her head. Her rage gone, her heart breaking at his words, his words that were not enough. Her voice soft and pleading. "Theo, it's over. It's been over. Don't you see? I will never, ever come back to you. I will never trust you again. I will never respect you again." This time her words were not said with the intention of hurting him. She wanted him to understand. "I'm no longer yours, Theo. I'm not your wife except on paper only. You need to agree to the divorce I've initiated and move on with your life."
She turned away from him and walked towards Draco. She smiled softly at the blonde and then turned back to Theo. There was silence as Theo looked from Hermione to Draco and back at Hermione again. She continued in a soft voice as she looked in his pained face. "Benny Smithers should have delivered the papers for you to sign."
Theo looked down at the ground. His shoulders slumped with defeat and the realization that she really wasn't going to give him another chance. He had known it was a long shot. He shot a look of hatred at Draco. If Draco wasn't in the picture he might have had a chance.
Draco was uncomfortable witnessing what had just taken place, but he couldn't help the small thrill that pleased and stroked the ego of the Dominant within him. His witch had made it clear that he satisfied her and made her happy. But, Draco had also lost his best friend and a big part of him felt empathy for Theo and a bigger part of him felt sadness over losing his friend. He stepped towards Theo. He spoke softly, kindly, without condescension, "Theo, buddy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about all this. But, I've wanted her since third year at Hogwarts. I never would have moved in on her if things hadn't been so bad between you two. I wouldn't have done that to you. But, the truth is, you lost her long before I came along." He paused. Theo was just looking at him, without expression. "I'll make her happy. I'll take care of her in every way. If you love her, then let her go."
Hermione couldn't help the tear as it slid down her cheek. It was all too much. She waited for Theo to lose it again and attack Draco. But, he didn't. He sighed after Draco stopped talking and looked at Hermione. "Ok...I'll sign the divorce papers," he said, barely loud enough to hear.
Hermione let out a small sob as Theo stepped towards her and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her one last time. He kissed her on the head. "I'll always love you, Hermione. I'll always be there for you." With those final words, he turned away and walked out her door.
Hermione stared at the now closed door. She wiped the tears off her face and walked to the sofa where she sat next to her cat who had apparently slept through the whole confrontation. Draco tentatively walked around and sat on the coffee table, facing her. "You ok, Pet?"
She looked from the floor up to his grey eyes and answered truthfully, "not really, but I will be." She leaned back on the sofa absently looking at him as she stroked Beauty's fur. "I shouldn't have said what I said about us to him. That was cruel and not like me. He may have cheated on me, but I don't think he did it to hurt me. He's never done or said anything to intentionally hurt me, but I was cruel and hateful and."
Before she could beat herself up anymore, he interrupted her. "Hey, hey..stop that! I think...I think he needed to hear it, Pet. You needed to be honest...and frankly, he deserved it. Don't think for a minute he didn't."
Her eyes focused on him and took him in. He was strikingly handsome and he was crazy about her. Her voice was shy. "Why do you like me, Draco? You keep saying you've wanted me since third year, but I don't understand why?"
Draco paused, scratching his chin before answering. "It's complicated, Pet. You were...forbidden fruit. You were everything I was supposed to hate and I convinced myself I did hate you, but underneath all that, in my deepest self? I knew you were what I wanted. Smart, no scratch that," he smiled. "You were a brilliant witch. I loved your fire. I loved how you fought and never gave up or gave in to anyone or anything." He paused, as if remembering. "In third year, when you punched me? I wanted to punish you. I was too young to really understand what that meant. But, looking back, I had just hit puberty and my hormones and desires were wrecking me. I jerked off so many times thinking off you, and that was just third year." He smiled. "Then came the bloody Yule Ball! Holy hell, Granger. I thought you were the most beautiful witch I had ever seen. I was so jealous of Krum. It only got worse as the years progressed."
He stood and slid on the sofa next to her, the opposite side of Beauty. He continued, his voice soft. "When sixth year came around, and I was training with Rudolphus, I was with a lot of witches. A lot of submissive witches, but also witches who just liked kink. Rudolphus had a ravenous sexual appetite. But, something was missing. I would be spanking a blonde, but would be imagining a full head of bushy, brunette hair. I would look into her soft blue eyes as she sucked me off, and imagine your brown ones instead." He took a deep breath and when he spoke again his voice was shaky. "That day, that day you, Potter and Weasel were brought to the manor, I panicked. I didn't know what to do. When Bellatrix started to.."
Hermione grabbed his hand. "Hey, hey..we've already covered this, you've already apologized, and there is absolutely nothing you could have done that wouldn't have gotten yourself killed."
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. "Well, you haven't heard this part. While it was happening, while she was torturing you, I stepped out of the room and told Rudolphus I wanted you. I told him I wanted you to play with and to please stop Bellatrix from destroying my toy. He had looked at me like I was crazy, and I think he was contemplating what he could do to secure you for me from his evil, psychopathic wife." Drcao drew in a breath and blew it out slowly, "But thankfully, you escaped. I was soo relieved, Hermione. You have no idea how much I have been haunted by that day."
Hermione didn't want Draco feeling guilty. She had not meant for their conversation to go down this path. There had been enough heartbreak and regret expressed in her apartment this morning. She knew what would help him, and it would help her as well. She slid out from his arms to the floor, kneeling in front of him.
He was silent for a minute, absorbing what she was offering. "Pet, you don't have to.."
She interrupted him, "I want to." Her eyes shot up to his. "Please?"
He still didn't move, watching her. Hermione could tell he was aroused by the growing bulge in his jeans. But, she knew he was concerned about her. He probably thought she was in too fragile a state.
She looked at him, a come hither look in her eyes. "Please, Sir. May I suck your cock?"
That did it. He swiftly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips, freeing his large, hard member quickly. He looked at her intensely, with his panty wetting Dominant stare. "By all means, Pet."
She leaned forward and licked her lips before slowly and delicately taking him into her mouth. His breath hitched and then he let out a hiss as she started to move her mouth up and down. He was too big for her to take all the way so she used her hand to stroke up and down, following the same rhythm as her mouth. She remembered what he said about imagining her brown eyes instead of the blue ones of the blonde witch all those years ago. She looked up at him as she moved up and down his length, his eyes on her hers, his expression dark, his pupils dilated with arousal.
He could feel himself getting close, "I'm going to come, Pet. Swallow it. Swallow it all."
She began to move faster and felt him harden just a touch more in her mouth before exploding his warm seed down her throat. She held her mouth on him as he rode out his orgasm, then cleaned him with her mouth as he became still.
She fell back on her knees and looked down at the ground, continuing to offer her submission. She needed this. She didn't want to have to think about anything, worry about what she should be doing. She didn't want to think about Theo, or work or her divorce. She just wanted to be taken care of, let him guide her, let him make the decisions. Of course, she wasn't sure if this was what Draco wanted. Did he need to leave? Did he have plans?
Draco watched his witch for a minute, contemplating her. She clearly needed him right now, needed his Dominance. He was thrilled. He had no where to be and there was no where he would rather be. "Pet, stand up and follow me." It was time to begin her training and they needed to renegotiate their agreement. Now that she was single, it was a whole new game.
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