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A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 75943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters, places and themes belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastic.
A/N: The chapter title comes from the song “Violet Hill” by Coldplay. Thank you for all the reviews!
Chapter 18: If You Love Me, Won’t You Let Me Know?
Draco’s fist clenched as he stared into the dark eyes of a man he had no problem with killing.
Victor stood straight, his mouth set in a grim line and his eyes focused on Draco’s. He could practically feel the murderous intent radiating from them.
“Give me one good reason not to beat you to within an inch of your pathetic life for showing your face around here,” Draco demanded through gritted teeth. He took a step towards Victor, ready to kill the bastard.
“Easy, Malfoy,” Victor said solemnly. “I’ve come to make amends.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I’ve come to apologize for my actions,” Victor said in a slow tone. “After you sent me straight to the Ministry two weeks ago, I was incarcerated and then put into a rehabilitation and anger management program. The first goal I have to accomplish is the apology.”
Draco stared at Victor, a man he’d hated since they were boys, and wondered if he should believe him. He decided to state his doubts aloud. “Why should I believe you?”
“Believe me?” Victor snorted. “Can’t you see my face, Malfoy? It’s still black and blue from the beating I received from you a fortnight ago. If I wasn’t serious about this, would I have bothered coming here at all?”
Draco stayed quiet, his fists still clenching and unclenching.
“It seems I was diagnosed with some sort of personality disorder and I’m being treated for that. I know we’ve never gotten along, but I think you should let me apologize to your wife. I… I feel regret for what I did to her. I was informed by one of the mental health Healers that at the time of the, er, attack, I didn’t feel any remorse for what I had done, but with the cognitive therapy I’m going through, I will start feeling the emotions I should have felt. Guilt being one of them.”
“Why should I even allow you into the same room as her?”
Victor sighed. “I told you all I want to do is apologize. You can be present if you’d like, but I want to get this over with.”
“You have five minutes to tell her what you’d like to say. That is, if she wants to grace you with her presence,” Draco said flatly.
“Thank you, then,” Victor replied with a small nod.
Draco opened the door to the flat and preceded Victor into the foyer, closing the door behind them. He led him to the living room where Hermione was watching the stupid show with that infuriating dinosaur that Zane loved so much. Zane sat in her lap, singing along to some asinine song about cleaning up.
“Hermione, can I see you in the kitchen?” Draco asked.
She turned to look at him, and the blood drained from her face when she saw who was standing next to him.
Draco saw her stricken look and had to stop himself from getting rid of Victor, getting rid of him the violent way, of course. “It’s ok, Hermione,” he said quietly.
He actually saw when her face turned from fearful to fearless. She whispered something to Zane, leaving him on the couch, and followed them to the kitchen, her back straight and her chin held in a manner that could only be described as pure ‘Malfoy.’
She leaned against the counter with her arms crossed across her chest and raised an eyebrow as Victor gave her a small smile. She looked at Draco, relief pounding through her veins when she saw that he was staying and was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, his mere presence comforting beyond words.
“You have five minutes, Reid,” Draco said curtly.
“Right, well, Mrs. Malfoy, seeing as how I don’t have much time, I’ll just come right out and say what I have to say. First of all, I’d like to give you my sincerest apologies for what occurred between the two of us two weeks ago. I have been jailed, and sent to a rehabilitation facility to treat my mental health issues. I want you to know that even if you don’t accept my apology, I’ll try my hardest to make sure you know how much I regret my actions.”
Hermione glanced once more at Draco, who was examining his fingernails and scowling. She glanced back at Victor and nodded once. “Good luck with your rehabilitation.”
Draco looked up when that was all she said before she left the kitchen. At Victor’s confused look, Draco suppressed a smile and motioned for the other man to follow him back to the front door. They had no parting words as Draco slammed the door on Victor’s face and walked back to the living room where Hermione and Zane were in their original positions on the couch.
“Is he gone?” Hermione asked distractedly as she stroked Zane’s hair, the little boy falling asleep under her caresses.
“Yes,” Draco said as he took the seat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
She didn’t say anything and just rested her head against him.
It didn’t even occur to Draco to freak out when a large feeling of contentment washed over him. He didn’t know when it started happening, but whenever he had Hermione in his arms, he felt relaxed and at ease with the world. Those were feelings Draco Malfoy was not very used to.
What did freak Draco out was the realization that he needed Hermione. There were days when he would wake up and she wasn’t in bed, and he would feel this pit uneasiness until she appeared again. He had tried ignoring those feelings, but they were getting harder and harder to ignore. He tried stopping himself from smiling whenever she bunched up her nose every time she laughed. He tried ignoring the fact that he hungered for her body constantly, even when she was curled up in a chair reading an enormous book in her shabbiest sweats. Even then, he still wanted to pounce on her and watch her squirm beneath him as he brought her to the height of pleasure.
“Draco?” Hermione’s voice called him back from his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Mrs. Weasley invited us over for dinner tonight. Do you want to go? I mean, I understand if you don’t want to, but I really don’t get to see the Weasleys or Harry very often and I just…”
“Yes, I’ll go,” he heard himself saying. Why? He really had no freakin’ idea.
“Really?” she asked, lifting her head up to face him.
The smile she gave him was enough to explain to him why he had said yes. What a goddamn sap! He was turning soft. Very soft.
“I don’t see why I can’t behave civilly for an evening. You’re always at the manor and I really need to show you that I can act just as well as you do,” he grinned.
“You’re so competitive, it’s really disgusting,” she said with her eyes narrowed playfully. “And I actually like going to the manor. Your mother is wonderful to be around. Just because your father grunts at me in salutation and ignores me the rest of the time, doesn’t mean anything.”
Draco laughed softly, rubbing his side where his wife elbowed him. “You’re going to wake Zane up.”
“Take him to his room so he can nap in peace,” she said, lifting the boy and settling him in Draco’s arms.
“Pushy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, standing up and leaving the room before she had a chance to do him anymore bodily harm.
“Unca George?” Zane grabbed the attention of one of the twins as he sat next to him at the dinner table.
“Yes?” George replied, always happy to converse with the miniature Malfoy.
“Why do you and Unca Fred look the same?”
“Because we’re twins, mate,” George explained as he took a bite of his mother’s cooking.
“What does ‘twins’ mean?” Zane asked, waiting until he swallowed to ask, because his mummy and daddy had always told him never to talk with his mouth full.
“Twins means that we were born at the same time,” George said thoughtfully. “We were in our mummy’s tummy at the same time.”
“Her tummy? How did you get out of her tummy?” Zane asked.
George nearly choked on his pumpkin juice, his eyes widening as he realized where this was leading. “Uh, well…”
Zane started giggling uncontrollably, and his cheeks turned pink with mirth.
George lifted an eyebrow. “What?”
“Did she poop you out?” Zane asked between gasping laughs.
“Zane!” Hermione’s voice came from way down the table where she was speaking to Harry and Ron. “You do not discuss loo-related things at the dinner table. You know better than that.”
“Sorry, mummy. Don’t tell daddy!” Zane replied quickly.
“You should be grateful he’s in the restroom,” she said. “Now, no more disrespectful words during dinner.”
Zane gave George a mischievous smile. “Was I right, Unca George? Is that how you came out of her tummy?”
“No, mate. You are definitely not right. That’s not how it happens,” George said, hearing a snicker from his other side. Apparently Fred was listening to their conversation.
“Then how does the babies come out of the mummy’s tummy?” Zane asked.
“You should ask your daddy,” Fred chimed in, leaning across his brother. “He knows the answer.”
“My daddy knows?” Zane asked.
He watched his father walk back into the dining room and take his seat next to Hermione all the way on the other side of the long table. With all the Weasleys, minus Ginny, who was still on tour with the Harpies, assembled in between Zane and his parents, Zane had to use his outside voice to reach his father.
“Daddy, how does babies come out of the mummy’s tummy?!” Zane asked.
Complete silence met Zane’s outburst. George and Fred were holding their sides and keeping their mouths in straight lines to keep from giving themselves away.
“You know you’re not supposed to yell at the dinner table,” Draco said with an uncomfortable cough.
“Sorry, but how does it happen? Unca Fred and Unca George said you know,” Zane explained.
“Fred! George!” Molly’s voice rang out loudly. “Stop corrupting him! He’s a darling angel who doesn’t need your shoddy influence.”
Hermione and Draco both thought that ‘darling angel’ was a very disillusioned exaggeration.
“You’d think she’d stop scolding us since we’re nearing thirty,” George said with a sigh.
“Daddy! How does it happen?” Zane asked, his patience wearing out.
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shooting the Weasley twins a dirty look. “You know how sometimes your mummy and I use magic?”
“Yes,” Zane nodded.
“Well, that’s how babies come out of their mummies’ tummies. A Healer uses magic and then, the baby appears,” Draco said with an air of desperation.
He ignored the smirks Harry and Ron were giving him. They could rot in hell. Really, they could.
“Oh,” Zane said. “Ok. Is that how I came out of mummy’s tummy?”
Everyone’s smile disappeared at this question. They all realized that Zane didn’t understand that Hermione wasn’t his birthmother. Draco and Hermione shared a look, wondering what to tell the young boy.
“Z, uh, you didn’t come out of mummy’s tummy. You came out of Pansy’s tummy,” Draco said slowly, his heart breaking as Zane’s face turned to confusion.
“But Pansy is not nice to me and she doesn’t love me. Only mummy loves me,” Zane tried to explain. “She gives me hugs and kisses.”
“Yes, I do love you, Zane,” Hermione emphasized. “You didn’t come out of tummy, but I still love you and I am your mummy.”
“But how did I get into Pansy’s tummy when I was a baby?” Zane asked.
“Magic,” Hermione and Draco answered at the same time.
“Oh. Next time, I think that mummy should have a baby in her tummy, and then I can play with the baby, and he can be my new bestest friend with Wolf.”
“Actually, if your mummy and daddy have a baby, it would be your little brother or sister,” Harry explained. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes!” Zane said with a large smile. “I want a little brother or a little sister! I can play with them and share my toys and teach them how to do everything!”
“Well, if you ask your parents nicely, maybe they’ll get you a little brother or sister,” Ron added, sharing a smile with Harry as Hermione and Draco glared at the two of them.
“Can I have a brother or sister, please?!” Zane asked.
Stifling a groan, Draco motioned for Hermione to take this question.
Hermione bit her lip and smiled across the table at her stepson. “Maybe later, sweetheart. It’s a very difficult magic and uh…”
“You need to practice?” George and Fred asked at the exact same time.
“Oh, dear heavens,” Molly sighed.
“We’ll think about it, Zane,” Draco said.
“Ok, good,” Zane said. He finally seemed satisfied with the answers, because he picked up his fork and dug into the savory food made by Mrs. Weasley.
“Malfoy, have we told you how much we love that kid of yours?” Fred asked. “You must bring him around for meals more often.”
“Yeah, I’ll do just that,” Draco muttered as went back to ignoring all conversations going on around him. He had decided long ago that ignoring things was best when around people he had hated in his childhood. For some reason, he didn’t want to hurt Hermione’s feelings by getting into a spat with her friends. Goodness, his sappiness levels were starting to get out of hand.
Later that night, after a long evening of being surrounded by Weasleys, Draco sat on the bed as he waited for Hermione to finish her shower. He sketched in a notebook he kept by the bed, drawing up plans for a building that needed remodeling in Hogsmeade.
The smell of verbena and jasmine caught his attention when Hermione walked into the room with her bathrobe wrapped tightly around her.
She grabbed some body lotion and sat on the bed next to Draco. As she started rubbing the lotion onto her legs, she looked up at him. “What are you working on?”
Draco’s concentration took awhile to return to the thought process of talking as he took in the sight of her milky legs and her dainty hands rubbing lotion all over them. “Huh?”
“What are you working on?” she repeated, shaking her head slightly as she laughed, knowing exactly where his attention lay.
“Uh, one of the cafés in Hogsmeade is remodeling, so they wanted to tear down the building they have now and update to a more sturdy design,” he explained, setting the notebook back in the drawer in the bedside table. “I was just sketching, nothing too serious.”
“I’ve never told you this, but I really appreciate what you do,” she said. “I mean, I’ve seen some of your blueprints, and it amazes me. I can barely draw stick-figures, and you’re over there drawing functional buildings.”
“Oh, well, thank you,” he said. “I never even knew I could draw well until my mother found some of my school notes and noticed all the doodles and drawings I had on them. After my father yelled at me for not paying attention during lessons, my mother told me that I should consider a career in art.”
“Why didn’t you become an artist?” she asked, moving to the other leg and slathering that up with lotion.
“I’m not sure,” he said with a shrug. “I think I wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn’t just some spoiled, pampered snot who would live off their parents’ fortune. I wanted to create my own legacy; I guess you could call it that”
“So, what happened to your inheritance?” she asked. Narcissa had accidentally let it slip that Draco had given away the money he had inherited from his grandparents.
He sighed and gave her a look. “My mother told you, didn’t she?”
Hermione smiled and closed the bottle of lotion. “She didn’t say anything. I figured it out.”
“How much did she tell you?” he asked, not believing a word she said.
“Hmmph,” she huffed. “She just said something about you getting rid of your inheritances. You can tell me, you know. I won’t tell anyone and ruin the bad-boy image you’ve tried to uphold all these years.”
She let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly pushed her down to the bed and smirked down at her as he held himself above her. “You think I have a bad-boy image?”
She inched her hands under his shirt and dragged her fingers up his back. “Oh, yes. Completely naughty.”
He let out a laugh and bent his head to kiss her.
She pulled back after she ran out of air. “Don’t think you can change the subject by seducing me, you little sneak.”
“Me? A sneak?” he asked with complete innocence.
“Answer my question and then you can have your wicked way with me,” she said, running one of her hands through his soft hair.
“I most certainly cannot refuse that offer,” he sighed, resting himself on his elbows above her. “What was your question, again?”
“What did you do with your inheritance?”
“I donated it. There, can I shag your brains out now?”
She laughed as he slid his hand up her thigh and under her robe. “No! You didn’t give me an adequate answer.”
“You didn’t say I had to,” he replied, tickling her with his fingers as he found her wet and ready for him.
She moaned softly and grabbed his hand. “What did you donate your money to?”
“I’m not saying,” he replied, pulling down the top part of her bathrobe and smiling lasciviously at her bared chest. “Have I complimented your breasts lately?”
“Stop distracting me!” she laughed as his hand closed over one of her breasts and squeezed slightly “Tell me where you donated your money, or I swear I’m getting up right now and going to sleep in Zane’s room.”
“You’re no fun,” he groaned. “I gave the money to an organization.”
When he kissed her again, she couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m serious, Draco!”
“If you’re serious, then why are you laughing?” he argued, kissing a trail to her neck.
She bent her head to give him more access to her neck, smiling widely as his tongue tickled her and danced across her skin. “Answer me,” she whispered.
He pulled back and looked down at her face. “Why do you want to know so much?”
“I don’t know if you’ve figured this out, but I’m unhealthily curious about any and all things. Now, answer my question, so that I can shower you with affection once I find out what a kind and sweet soul you are.”
He laughed at that and rolled his eyes. “Fine! But, if you tell anyone, I swear to all things magic that I will make you pay. Got it?”
She nodded with an excited smile and dragged his face down for one more kiss. She had come to terms with the fact that she was completely in love with him, so any time she got to touch him, she relished in the feeling.
“I gave the money to the PNO,” he said on an exhale.
She stared at him for a long moment, her heartbeat accelerating as her love for the stupid man above her filled her body. “The Pureblood Neglect Organization?”
“Yes,” he said with a small nod. “I heard about them through Blaise, whose cousin had to use their services.”
“I’ve only vaguely heard about them. You’ll have to explain how the organization works,” she said.
He traced his pointer finger across her eyebrows and down her nose, tracing her lips when he reached them. “They’re an organization that takes care of squibs and mentally and physically challenged purebloods that are neglected by their families. The pureblood race is not a very tolerant race, as you know, so if their children are born less than perfect, they usually abandon them, or in the worst case, abuse them.”
“Oh, that sounds like a great cause,” she said reverently, breathing softly under his caresses. “You need to let out your kindhearted side more often.”
He shrugged and kissed her lips. “Can I have my prize now?”
“Your prize? I’m a prize?” she asked with a small laugh.
“Oh, the best prize,” he murmured into her neck as he pulled the bathrobe away from her body. “The best of prizes…”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Malfoy,” she said, arching under him. “Oh, God!”
“I love bringing muggle religion into this household,” he smiled against her neck as he finally plunged into her warm depths. “But, I must admit I like hearing my name much more.”
She laughed and whimpered in pleasure, moaning loudly as he rolled onto his back and moved her on top of him.
“Ride me, love,” he growled, running his hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
Hermione dragged her hands up through her hair as she obeyed her husband, riding him slowly. She could only feel complete when she was connected to him in the most animalistic, primal way possible. Her breathing grew labored and her body shuddered after only a few minutes atop of him. Draco soon, as always, followed her into the world of blissful climaxes.
“I could stay inside you for the rest of my life,” he said raggedly as Hermione climbed off of him. His chest rose sharply with his staggered breaths, the sated smile on his face wide as he dragged his wife into his arms.
“Too bad we only have two more months or so,” she whispered.
She could feel Draco stiffen beside her, his arm tensing around her shoulders. A slight frown found its way to her face as she realized that Draco would never feel what she felt for him. She had done the one
thing she had explicitly hoped wouldn’t happen. She had let her emotions rule her and now she was in love with a man who didn’t love her back.
“Uh, yeah,” he replied lamely.
Little did she know that Draco wasn’t feeling the exact opposite of what she was feeling. He was feeling the exact same. Somewhere along the way, after watching her be a loving mother to his son, after matching wits with her day after day, after waking up to her luscious body next to his almost every morning, Draco had fallen in love with the woman he never, ever thought he would even feel a remote ounce of admiration for.
He was in trouble… Hermione was a great companion, but she didn’t love him back. If she loved him, she wouldn’t have mentioned their limited time together. If she loved him wouldn’t she have said something? Sure, she was compassionate and kind and embraced everything with an open heart… but that didn’t mean she loved him, a former Death Eater’s son, a boy who had tortured her and her friends as children.
Yep, his feelings were most definitely one-sided. Damn it.
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