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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thanks to my beta mamacita for kicking my behind to get this chapter done.
The next morning found Draco sipping tea and trying hard to read an owl from a client. Giving up, he tossed the letter aside in favor of staring moodily out the window. He wished he'd never listened to his mother last night, and he wouldn't have if Hermione hadn't asked him to. Damn her, too!

He'd fire-called her, like she'd asked him to, and set up a date for tonight. He didn't know yet where he was going to take her. He was still getting to know this area and since it would be the first date he'd had in a while, let alone their first, he wanted to make it special.

A few minutes after surfing the internet he smiled. Aha! Sure, it was a very Muggle thing to do, but he didn't think Hermione would mind. She would probably eat it up that he wasn't taking her some place in the wizarding world. After buying tickets online he sent her an owl telling her to dress warmly. With at least one worry taken care of, he forced himself to focus on work. He would worry about what his mother had said later.
Hermione, for the umpteenth time that day, dazed out remembering the feeling of Draco thrusting into her. She was blushing furiously when Ginny stepped through the Floo.

"What has you blushing like a first year?" Ginny asked as she brushed soot from her robes.

Hermione was tempted to hotly deny anything; she knew Harry never told Ginny any of the personal things they discussed, not that he need bother as she usually told Ginny eventually anyway.

Putting on a sly smile she said, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Ginny moved about Hermione's kitchen with the familiarity of someone who lived there, and filled a glass with water. "Yes, I would actually. I've caught Harry muttering under his breath at the oddest times. Something about evil rodents and their corrupting influence."

Hermione threw back her head and laughed. "Yes I've heard of these rodents; they're of unusual size, I believe."

"Hhhmmm," hummed Ginny, "I've even heard they have gobs of money and have names like Draco Malfoy."

All Hermione could do was sigh. "What do you want to know?"

Ginny lead over the counter and breathed, "Everything."

She struggled for a minute over what to tell Ginny. There were some things that, no matter what, were personal and she wasn't going to share. Especially since a lot of her revelations and feeling were linked to Ron. Hermione was aware of Ginny's desire for her to become more than honorary family. As much as she had wished the same thing prior to her disappearance, she couldn't want it less now.

"I don't know what to tell you, Gin, except to say that it's like nothing I've ever experienced before."

Ginny quirked a brow. "Are you referring to the sex or the emotional part?"

When Hermione just looked at her in shock, Ginny laughed. "Please, Hermione, you've got a hickey the size of a Quaffle on your neck."

Hermione ran out of the room and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. She'd missed it earlier when her hair was down. Returning to kitchen, she sedately took her seat and looked at Ginny.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mmmm." Ginny nodded her head and leaned forward conspiratorially. "You must have been attacked by one of those Rodents of Unusual Size in your sleep. "

"Nasty beasts. Maybe I should ask Luna for a charm."
Hermione was just slipping on her high heels when Draco knocked on the door. After grabbing her wand and keys she opened the door with a flourish.

"Well, am I suitably dressed for our outing?"

He eyed her up and down before smiling. "Grab a jacket to make sure."

After Apparating to a Ministry-approved spot they started walking. Hermione was dying to ask where they were going but all Draco said was, "You'll see." She had to admit that she was pleasantly surprised that he'd chosen Muggle London, of all places. She'd thought he would take her to some posh wizard restaurant or some other local destination within the Wizard community.

Draco carried most of the conversation, telling her about setting up his consulting business and recruiting new clients. Out of curiosity Hermione asked, "Who's running your father's company right now?"

Something hard flitted across Draco's face before he shrugged. "I don't know, nor do I care."

Hermione quickly changed the subject, knowing now was not a good time to ask how his talk with Narcissa had gone. She was intrigued when he led her down a ramp to where tour boats were docked. Smiling, she gamely followed Draco to the ticket box and when the agent handed him two tickets she laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" He didn't look pleased.

"I'm not laughing at you, promise. I'm laughing because of all the places in the world you could have taken me you chose a Thames River boat tour and it's perfect."

With that she ran the back of her fingers down his cheek. Blushing, she turned away and boarded the boat. It was silly of her to blush considering all the intimate things they'd done to each other the previous night. Finding a table tucked into a corner, she sat and perused the wine list. Hermione glanced around the room ,taking in the other people.

"Draco, I think we're the youngest couple here."

He too glanced around. "That's it. Next time we go out I'm taking you for fast food, followed by drinks at a pub where I'll get you horribly intoxicated and proceed to take advantage of you."

"I wouldn't advise that. I can do wandless magic even when inebriated." When Draco just looked at her, she shrugged.

"The Auror Department didn't earn the rep of being the hardest-partying department in the Ministry for nothing. Even when three sheets to the wind we must always be prepared. Not to mention watching people try and shield when they can hardly stand is funny."

"I'm going to ignore the un-Gryffindor undertones of that comment."

Hermione gazed out the window and watched the dock disappear as they headed out. The city was dark and everything was lit up. London at night was beautiful. In that moment she felt more at peace than she had in months; she could pretend that all the bad things hadn't really happened. Looking at Draco she felt giddy. With Ron her feelings had been a slow build-up, much like their relationship. With Draco everything just came crashing down on her. So much so that she couldn't chalk it all up to sexual curiosity, especially when he showed this side of himself.

As their waiter served their dinner Hermione told Draco some of the lurid Muggle history of the sites they were seeing. After dinner, music started to play. They enjoyed snickering at some of the group's dance moves. Eventually the crush of bodies forced them outside the cabin. It was much cooler on the deck and Hermione hugged herself to keep warm despite having a jacket.
Draco came up behind her and crossed his arms over her shoulders and pulled her back against him, and Hermione let him. Both were quiet as they watched the passing scenery and rocked with the rhythm of the boat.

When the silence was broken they talked of little things. At one point Draco asked her when she planned on going back to work and subtly, she thought, she changed the subject. When the boat returned to the dock she felt nervous again. Hermione didn't want to go home, but she didn't know if Draco wanted company. Once they had disembarked he took her hand.

"Let's go back to my place for a drink." She was only too happy to agree
Once they were settled with drinks Hermione asked the question she'd been dying to ask all night.

"Did you and your mother work things out?" She tried to be casual about it, but there really was no way to not alert him to her intense curiosity.

Draco gave a long sigh and twirled the alcohol in his glass in response.

"No, she just piled on more emotional blackmail."

"How so?"

"She told me how much she missed me and that she wants us to be close again. Especially since my father is sick. She says he's been asking to see me."

Hermione tried to keep her voice neutral and level and asked, "How sick did she say he was, Draco?"

"Leave off, Hermione!"

Hermione started as Draco jumped up from the sofa and moved into the kitchen. She hadn't been expecting him to lash out, but she wasn't surprised. She following him into the kitchen, knowing he had to get this off his chest; it was eating him up like a slow-acting poison.

"Draco, I just asked a simple question. I wasn't hounding you."

He only glared at her and poured himself another drink. Hermione glared furiously at him. There must be some code in his DNA for him to be this annoying!

"I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, Draco, only that you can't let your anger and vindictiveness get in the way of making peace with your father. He's sick. He could die. Do you really want to carry around the guilt you'd feel at not having gone to see him?"

"What do you care?" he snarled viciously. "You think less of him than I do."

Hermione shrugged. "You're right, I do. But my encouragement of you to go see him isn't for his benefit, it's for yours. Something's got to give Draco. You're miserably unhappy—"

Before she could finish he attacked. "I'm unhappy? I'm unhappy? What about you? You don't even like being an Auror. I bet you didn't even want to become one, did you?" He didn't give her a chance to answer.

"You think you're the only one who can read between the lines? You're afraid, afraid to strike out on your own and fail, of having Potter and Weasley mad at you; but most of all I think you're petrified that they'll forget you should you choose to leave. And that's why you continue to do a job that makes you feel inadequate."

Hermione was breathing rapidly, trying to fight off the tears that so desperately wanted to pool in her eyes. Her whole body felt tingly; she felt her magic welling up in her and she struggled to tame it before it came unleashed. All the while Draco stared tauntingly at her, his expression clearly saying, "Tell me I'm wrong."

When Hermione continued to say nothing, his grin turned feral. "Or maybe I've been wrong about which member of the Golden Trio you've been pining for. Is Potter the reason you stay? Does the thought of Potter fucking you get you wet?"

When Hermione left the room and slammed the bathroom door he slumped back against the counter. Stupid bint, why couldn't she just leave things alone? Staring down at the floor with a hand over his mouth and one arm crossed over his chest, he didn't see Hermione come out of the bathroom until her feet edged into his line of sight. Looking up, he calmly met her eyes.

He saw the anger simmering beneath the surface. "If I'd wanted to fuck Harry Potter I could have done it when we were both alone hunting pieces of Voldemort's soul. Harry is my best friend and nothing more' that's all I'll ever say about that.

"And yes, I may be afraid, Draco, but so are you. You're afraid to forgive your parents because then you'd have to face the reality that you're just as culpable as they are for some of what's happened. I'm telling you now, you're turning into a miserable human being."

Drawing in a breath, she touched his face. "I want—I want to be with you, to try and make this work; but if you're not willing to try and be happy, then I might as well cut my losses and move on. As you've so kindly pointed out, I have enough issues of my own without adding yours to the mix." Stepping back, she waited for his reply.

His first instinct was to lash out. I'm the one turning into a miserable human being? She's the one walking around looking like an Inferi. He stopped himself, though, when he saw her hunch her shoulders as if expecting him to attack. She wants to be with you, this is your chance. Stop being an ass. Pushing away from the counter, he stepped up to her.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

In response to his apology Hermione slid her arms around him and bit the side of his neck, hard enough to make him hiss. Smiling against his skin, she said, "I'd be more inclined to believe you if I could get a demonstration." Her words sent a jolt of arousal through him.

Pressing his pelvis into hers, he shifted his body to bring her flush against him. There was something right about touching Hermione Granger in such an intimate way. Draco's stillness made Hermione's heart race. They both knew things were different. This wasn't just about getting off; it was about two very scared people willing to risk just about everything on the off chance they could achieve some semblance of bliss.

Draco followed Hermione to the bedroom and watched as she whipped off her clothes. The emotion burning in her eyes erased the perpetual fatigue and sadness that had become commonplace in the last month. Her naked body was pressing into his before he had a chance to admire her lithe form. Setting his lips to hers, he sought to make her as light headed as he was. He remained passive as Hermione removed his clothing.

The minute she was done he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her to the bed. Hermione gave a cry as she fell back, Draco's teeth biting sharply into her neck only to be followed by a hard suck. Tonight he would not be gentle; she was finally his. He wanted desperately to fuck her raw, to mark her as his. If he was completely honest, he wanted to ruin her for all other men. He was quickly distracted from his thoughts by Hermione's quest to move further down his body and take him in her mouth. His head fell back involuntarily as her tongue shyly licked at the head of his cock.

How could I ever have thought that innocence boring? It was obvious to him that this was something she had done before but by no means mastered. He held the reigns on his control tightly so as not to thrust into her mouth and choke her. Hermione mistook his barely-held control as passivity and took him further into her mouth and hummed.

"Nnnh!" He wrapped his hands around her upper arms, lifting her away and up to meet his mouth. It had felt too good to let her continue.

He was usually the dominant when it come to foreplay, but Hermione seemed to have other ideas. Her fingers racked his scalp in frustration as her lips and tongue sought to devour him. "I liked you better with hair," she said plaintively.

"It made me more recognizable," he mumbled against the line of her collarbone.

Hermione didn't reply, only moved back further up the bed and turned over on her stomach and looked at him over her shoulder. Merlin, she's beautiful, he thought, watching her saucy smile waver at his continued inaction.

"Draco?"

He effectively cut her off when he dragged her to her knees and roughly entered her. Hermione was forced onto her forearms to balance herself. She gave herself over to the sensation of being pounded into. Their rhythm was hardly elegant, but she didn't care. She wanted more, needed more. Her body was flushed and achy. Hermione thought to sneak a hand between her legs and speed up the process, but Draco would have none of that.

"No, love, it's better to hold out until the last possible second. Only when you feel that your body will burn without release do you let yourself go."

His words were spoken softly as he slowed his pace to the point where all her focus was on the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her wet core. Sweat dotted her skin from the exertion of trying to hold back her release. She gave a mew of protest when he withdrew from her. She was so close; if he would only—oh. He flipped her over so quickly, she hardly had time to blink before his mouth was on her swollen sex. It only took a few swipes of his tongues across her clit before she came undone. Her body had been primed for so long that her orgasm was almost too intense.

With aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her she opened her eyes to see Draco staring down at her. He lazily traced her nipple with his finger. Her body jerked slightly as aftershocks continued to rack her body, slowly lessening. Hermione noticed he hadn't come and reached out to grasp his cock and firmly stroke it. He shook his head and moved her hand away.

"I'll come inside you; I just wanted you to come first."

Hermione reached out for him and he came willing into her body again. She reached up and brought his head down so she could rake his back with her nails, the way he liked it. She wanted him to lose himself in her until all he felt, smelt, and breathed was her. Had she not been so focused on making this happen she might have been embarrassed at the noises she was making or the continuous sound of flesh meeting flesh, but as she was lost in feeling, none of it mattered.

When Draco captured her mouth she knew he was about to come and wrapped herself all the more tightly around him. It didn't matter that his thrusts had become almost painful. She swiveled her head so she could see his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open. Hermione took immense pleasure from the look of abandon on Draco's face when he lost control. When he moved to her side and captured her hand, she smiled. For someone who disliked spooning, he sure had his moments.

"You'll come with me tomorrow, won't you?" he asked.

She didn't need to ask him where he was going. She knew he meant Azkaban. Squeezing his hand, she said, "If you like."

She had to admit, even if only to herself, that she couldn't wait to see Lucius Malfoy's face when he saw her with his son.
A/N: Many, many thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I do apologize for the long wait. My mom is ill and I'm in the middle of studying for the GRE. The reference to Rodents of Unusual Size is from the book Princess Bride by William Goldman. If you haven't read it, please do so.

I haven't decided if I'm going to do one more long chapter or two more shorter chapters. We'll see. I've started on another story awhile ago, it's not a Dramione, I'm going to post a teaser for it at the end of the last chapter. It will be posted on my LJ account. Thank you to those who added me.
Wishing you all well.

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