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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Lovely Hermione,
Harry and I received the invitation to your wedding. I’m so pleased for you, but I knew you were meant for each other. Draco would do anything for you and I know you would do the same for him.
After we finished our expedition for Mr. Ollivander, he asked if we might want to find Mishibizhiw, the vicious and elusive underwater panther, and harvest a few strands of its fur. While we were looking for the Mishibizhiw, we encountered the horned water serpent, Uktena in the depths of the Amazon. Harry collected two scales from the beast. We are still searching for the underwater panther.
Neville wrote to us when Ginny told him she was expecting. I found my heart bursting with happiness for them. Neville has loved Gin for years. And she will be the fun and normalcy Neville needs in this life. But, the news was hard for Harry. I think he imagined that after he got himself together, he might persuade Ginny to see him again.
During our time in South America, Harry has had time to reflect on the past few years. Some nights he would wake up screaming and I would hold him until exhaustion would take over, but since we begun this journey, his depression and anxiety have started to dissipate.
My dear friend, we won’t be returning to Britain for the foreseeable future. The trip has been exciting and we’ve both learned so much. We are where we need to be.
We stayed with the magical Quechuas tribe in Peru and Harry spent several days with their spiritual leader, Chelsina Domingo. Harry asked Chelsina to bless the gift included with this letter. His heart is with you, but he needs to figure out what he needs before he can face you again. I believe the next time you see Harry, he will be a man you will be proud to call your friend.
My love to you and Draco.
Luna
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A tear slipped down her cheek as she unwrapped the present from her friends. It was an intricate, woven blanket in a vibrant array of colors. She recognized it as a ceremonial wedding blanket. The bride’s family would spend months creating the blanket and would present it to her on the night of her wedding. The blessed blanket was a moving, perfect present on the eve of her nuptials.
In truth, Hermione hadn’t expected Luna or Harry to come back from their travels for her wedding. Harry needed the excitement of the hunt and Luna craved the experiential knowledge the world had to offer. Undoubtedly, they were a great team. Hermione wondered if they had or would develop a relationship beyond friendship. If so, they would be a fascinating couple.
Draco pushed Hermione’s heavy curls away from her neck and kissed her cheek.
“They’re not coming,” he surmised from the package.
“No. I didn’t think they would, but it’s different to actually know they won’t be here for the wedding.”
Strong arms wrapped around Hermione’s waist. She leaned back against Draco’s chest as he read the letter over her shoulder. He was glad Potter wouldn’t be at the wedding. He didn’t need the most important day of his life marred by Potter’s jealousy and suspicion. The black-haired man meant something to Hermione and Draco acknowledged Harry’s sacrifice in the defeat of Voldemort, but other than that, Draco thought Potter was an egotistical, cock-sure arse.
“What kind of blessing was put on the blanket?” Draco wondered.
“Oh, probably fertility. Are you ready to be a daddy, Malfoy?”
Draco huffed. “Bring it on, woman. I’m thinking four kids, minimum.”
Hermione eyebrows shot up. “Are you joking?”
“I want kids, love. However many you want. But I thought we wanted to wait.”
She shifted in his arms to face him. “I do want to wait.” Her hands went into his silky hair, combing through the short, blond strands. “But, I love that you see us with a big family.”
“Do you remember that night we drank elf wine in bed? The way you talked about wanting a real life, with love and children, I began to think of marriage in a new way. I was raised to keep my personal responsibilities to a minimum, but with you I wanted to jump head first into that intimidating emotional place.”
“I thought you’d mock me for having that dream. At the time, I was beginning to suspect I’d spend my life alone.”
Draco shook his head. “I know it was high-handed of me to proposition you, but I really wanted an opportunity with you.”
“I would have given you a chance.”
Draco snorted. “You practically ran away from me the first few times I tried to talk to you.”
His hands played with the hem of her shirt, lightly grazing the smooth skin of her waist.
“You have to admit, if you had been in my position, you would have been suspicious, too. But when I kissed you, I knew everything would be okay.”
“Why?” Using a kiss as a barometer for trust seemed foolish.
“I trusted my gut and it told me your intentions were honest. I survived the war by trusting my instincts.”
“Yeah, I suppose so,” he responded, lost in thought. She said she would have given him a chance, but he wasn’t so sure.
“I have a gift for you. Well, I hope you think it’s a gift.” Hermione bit her lip, looking unsure of herself.
“Oh?”
“I needed to tell you before the wedding, but the information just came through today. In exchange for three public speaking engagements for the Ministry I was able to arrange for your parents to be at the wedding on Saturday. Ron offered to monitor them for the Auror department.”
He knew Hermione thought she lacked power, but she could move mountains if she put her mind to it. He was quiet, which made her nervous.
“Are you upset? I know I didn’t talk to you about it, but I thought you’d want them there. You said they—“
“No, I’m not mad. Not at all. I had considered trying to get them to the ceremony, but their house arrest seemed fairly iron-clad. Father was respectful when I told him of the engagement, but my mother was…really pleased. Your gift is incredible.”
Hermione let her head rest against his chest as he held her against him. She was relieved she hadn’t overstepped her boundaries.
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After an evening of drinking at every Muggle bar they could find, Draco, Blaise, Theo, Ron, and Neville approached the tattoo parlor where Draco and Hermione had been inked.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow, Malfoy,” Ron slurred. “Do you blokes reckon I should get one of these?”
Theo smirked at Ron. “How about Ron + Lavender = Love Forever?”
Ron grinned at Theo. “Very romantic, mate. She would like that.”
Neville laughed. “No, she wouldn’t. She’s girly, not tacky.”
“Whatever, Nev. If Malfoy has the bollocks to get a tattoo the night before his wedding, I would think you lot could support him in that.”
“Well said, Weasley,” Draco said with a sappy smile. “The tattoos are on me, if you chaps are man enough to get one.”
Blaise, who had imbibed much less than his friends, saw the hilarity of this situation. “No, Draco, it’s your bachelor party. It would be my honor to pay for this.”
The inebriated group of men cheered and began to look at tattoo designs in earnest.
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Two hours later, the group left the tattoo parlor sporting bandages covering their freshly inked bodies. Even Blaise had acquiesced to a bit of body art and had his nipples pierced. Theo had blanched in horror at the needle going through Blaise’s dark nipples, but Blaise assured him the pain would be worth it when Daphne saw the gold hoops adorning his chest.
The men had been in one large room, but Draco had been taken to a separate area for his tattoo. He wanted to make sure Hermione didn’t get wind of the newest illustration to their story.
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“What are the gentlemen doing tonight?” Daphne asked, smoothing her long, dark hair.
“Ron said they wanted to get Draco absolutely shit-faced,” Lavender said with a giggle.
“Neville promised me he wouldn’t let it get too out of hand,” Ginny assured Hermione.
“I’m sure they’ll sit around and talk about Quidditch,” Hermione said.
Daphne had ordered a sumptuous feast of Italian food for the bridal shower and the party was hosted at Ginny’s cottage. Hermione would be staying at the Longbottom’s home the night before the wedding. The ceremony would be held in Neville’s beautiful garden at dusk the next evening.
“Open your gifts!” Lavender squealed.
Using her wand, Ginny levitated a pile of daintily packaged presents in front of Hermione. Ginny sat down and rubbed her burgeoning belly. The girls had oohed and ahhed over her pregnancy throughout the party. She had been amused by each woman taking a turn to pet her growing baby bump.
Hermione chose a box wrapped with shiny purple paper with a black lace ribbon. Inside was a satin black bra and underwear set. As Hermione held it up to show the group, she noticed the slit in the crotch of the knickers and holes in the cups of the bra.
“Oh my!” she said with a gasp. “I can definitely say I don’t have anything like this.”
Lavender winked at her more conservative friend. “Draco won’t know what hit him.”
“Open mine next,” Ginny said, pushing a hot pink gift bag towards Hermione.
“One moment, ladies. The night before the wedding, a witch’s female confidants share their best advice for keeping the fire stoked. You start, Lavender,” Daphne said in her melodious, cultured voice.
“I have this set in pink,” Lavender admitted. “It’s sexy, but when I wear it, I come home ravenous for Ron. The feel of my nips rubbing against my robes and the air blowing against my…um…lips as I walk, it’s as if I have this naughty secret I’ve been waiting to share with him. The sex is fabulous because my mind has been thinking of ways to relieve the ache I’ve nurtured all day.”
Ginny fanned her face. “I’ll just pretend that wasn’t about my brother. Godric, get me a set after the baby is born, okay?”
The group laughed with the redhead. The bride-to-be picked up Ginny’s gift and felt a weight much greater than that of lingerie. She removed the tissue paper and found a camera and a wooden box.
“I don’t have a camera,” Hermione said happily. The women looked at each other with mischievous expressions.
“It’s a Wiz-o-matic camera. You take a picture and it prints for you instantly.”
“Like a Muggle Polaroid camera! But what’s the box for, then?”
“You can use the camera for anything, but here’s how we use it,” Ginny began her advice to her friend. “So, when Nev and I moved into the cottage after we got married, I was about two months pregnant. I’d wake up feeling nauseous every morning and I just felt bloated and so not-sexy. I couldn’t understand why he kept saying how beautiful I was and initiating sex. I’d never felt more unappealing in my life! After a few days of turning him away, he came home with this camera and took pictures—so many pictures—of me. He said he wanted me to see myself how he saw me. When I began to get comfortable with being photographed, he suggested taking a few nude pictures. The pictures were evocative, don’t get me wrong, but the way Neville looks at them, I understand why he desires me. He says the pictures of my belly and bigger breasts are the sexiest things he’s ever seen. Says he can’t wait for me to get bigger.”
Ginny looked up to find the women wiping their eyes. Hermione hugged her friend.
“Thank you, Gin. For everything. I promise to put the camera to good use.”
“You Gryffindors are excellent advice-givers,” Daphne said with a sniffle.
“So, is the box for your provocative photos?” Lavender asked.
“Sorry, I forgot to say, but yes. Only your wand or Draco’s will open the box,” Ginny answered.
“Parvati sent a present,” Lavender said, handing Hermione a small box. “Did you all know she’s been seeing Theodore?”
Only Daphne nodded, but knew the blond woman and Parvati were best friends.
“Theo did RSVP for two for tomorrow,” Hermione said. “How did they begin dating?”
“You know Parvati’s father is Krishna Patil, the defense barrister? Theo’s got an internship with him. Parvi works in her dad’s office, so they’ve gotten to know each other at work. Her dad actually likes Theo and encouraged her to accept his advances.”
Hermione knew the Patil girls needed their parents’ blessing before they could seriously date someone. She liked the easy-going Slytherin and hoped her old friend had found love. She opened the box to find a gold chain. Lifting it out, she noticed three clamps on the y-chain.
Daphne leaned over to Hermione and whispered in her ear.
“Really?” Hermione said with wide eyes.
“Umhmm,” Daphne said. She took the chain from Hermione and showed the women what it was. “When your partner pulls on the chain, you feel it on both nipples and your clitoris. It requires a delicate touch, so make sure you communicate what you like and don’t like.”
“Are you sure that gift’s not from Theo?” Lavender asked, making the rest of the women chortle.
“Open mine,” Daphne said, handing Hermione a rectangular package.
The beautiful light pink paper with silver accents tore to reveal a leather-bound book. Hermione opened it to find a graphic picture of a man with his head between a woman’s legs. The shifting picture allowed the viewer to see the man stimulating her clitoris with his tongue and fondling her slit.
“I know you’re well read, so I thought you might appreciate a magical sex book. It’s got information on positions and great sex spells.”
True to character, Hermione was ready to delve into the book immediately. The beautiful illustrations were absolutely titillating. The other three witches gathered behind her to look at the book.
“Wow,” Lavender sighed. “That looks…just…yum.”
“Merlin, look at his tongue,” Ginny said breathily.
Daphne sat beside Hermione. “Blaise and I have been together since we were sixteen. He was my first for everything. Neither one of us had much experience, but we’ve continued to try new things, and you know what? It’s been so much fun and it brings us closer together. So, that’s my advice to you. Keep it fresh and continue to learn about each other.”
Hugging her new friend, Hermione felt incredibly loved and joyful.
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“Gin, will you ask Draco to come in for a minute?”
“Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. I just need to see him.”
“I understand,” Ginny said knowingly. “Let me get him for you.”
Hermione fussed with her makeup until she heard a quiet knock on the door. Draco opened the door and found Hermione in a housecoat, but with her hair and makeup illuminating her natural beauty. He had yet to see her dress, but he knew she would be perfect.
He went to her and kneeled next to the chair where she sat. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” she whispered.
Gently, as not to muss her hair, he pulled her toward him by the back of the neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. After hours of not seeing him, Hermione felt like she could finally relax. His soft, firm mouth coaxed hers open and their tongues met. She loved the way he kissed her, like she was the sweetest treat in the world. His tongue stroked against her tongue, while her hands softly fingered his face. He unbelted her robe to stroke her skin and found her naked under the garment. She moaned into his mouth when he began fondling her stiff nipples.
A knock at the door caused them to pause. Draco concealed Hermione with her covering and adjusted the length in his pants, then went to answer the rapping.
“Malfoy, Hermione needs to finish getting ready,” Lavender said with a smirk. She knew exactly what they were doing.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he said, swiftly shutting the door in the blonde’s face.
Hermione had stood and approached him, winding her arms around his waist.
“I know I don’t say it often, but I love you, Draco Malfoy. I can’t wait to marry you.”
Her dark eyes looked at him in a way no person had ever looked at him: with love, lust, interest, and care. He hoped she understood that he would do everything he could to make their marriage a happy one.
“I want to show you something,” Draco said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I was going to wait until tonight, but I think now is the time.”
She moved back slightly and when he revealed a new tattoo adorning the skin above his left pectoral. A swan emerging from flames was emblazoned on his chest. It was reminiscent of the phoenix she had drawn on him all those months ago, but so much more personal because of her own inking.
“By the time we did these tattoos,” he said, showing her his arm, “I already knew I loved you. Even if you didn’t want to see me after that, I wanted a record of what you meant to me, which is why your initials are embedded in the drawing of the dragon. You were always incredible, but you became even more amazing after all you’ve been through. You’re mine for life, my beautiful swan.”
Hermione’s eyes burned with threatening tears and her throat felt tight. It would always boggle her that her former nemesis had become her hero. He may have known the potential the two of them had, but she needed the time they’d taken to acknowledge the love she had for Draco and to accept his feeling for her.
Cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead, Draco made his way out of the room.
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Draco gazed at Hermione as they stood before their friends and family. Her dark curls were artfully arranged in a romantic knot at the nape of her neck. Dewy, soft makeup emphasized her dark eyes and full lips. Her dress was a simple cap-sleeve, square neck gown of ivory lace. A bouquet of light pink tea roses complimented the gentle picture the bride made.
They took the traditional wizarding vows, which included fidelity, fertility, and bonding spells. The Ministry required all newly married couples to reproduce within five years of the marriage bonds. The war had taken thousands of lives and the wizarding world couldn’t function at its full capacity with such a small number of inhabitants. Draco and Hermione had agreed to the mandate, which gave them more leverage in case the Wizengamot passed a marriage law in the future with stricter timelines on children.
Hermione’s parents looked uncomfortable amongst the magical folk, despite her best effort to include them in the festivities. She was grateful for Arthur and Molly’s assistance in getting her parents from their hotel in London to Neville and Ginny’s cottage. Charlotte and Benjamin hadn’t been around magic in quite some time, but as part of the effort to mend their relationship with their daughter, they had tried to focus on the blessed event of their daughter’s wedding to a young man who so clearly cared for her.
After the ceremony, Draco led Hermione to his parents.
“Mother, Father, we’re so pleased to have you here.”
Lucius, who was just as uncomfortable as the Grangers, nodded at the couple.
“We’re pleased to be here. I understand we have you to thank for our attendance, Miss Granger,” Lucius said to the young Mud—Muggle-born witch.
“You can call me Hermione, sir. It was my pleasure to arrange for your visit,” Hermione said, not correcting him on her new name.
Narcissa knew her husband didn’t understand their son’s attachment to Hermione, but she could see this girl was now Draco’s life. This young lady would bear their grandchildren and help the Malfoy family out of the hole Lucius had dug them into. Narcissa was nothing but appreciative for the talented witch. Pure-blood marriages were arranged for money and power, and while the girl didn’t have money, her power would only grow. That she was a Muggle-born was unfortunate, but the advantages she brought to their family were immense. The older witch admitted that despite her long-held beliefs, she actually liked Hermione, as well.
“Where are you going to honeymoon?” Narcissa asked.
“We’re going to Istanbul. Neither one of us has seen the ruins and we wanted to go to the beach for a few days.”
“That sounds wonderful, son,” Mrs. Malfoy said to the couple. When their house arrest was over, Narcissa would persuade Lucius to take a trip to all of the places she’d ever wanted to visit.
Lucius was acutely aware of not being introduced to Hermione’s parents. He’d so rarely spoken to Muggles and found himself curious about his new daughter-in-law’s parents.
“Hermione,” he said, trying out her name. “Would you introduce us to your family?”
Narcissa and Draco looked at him skeptically, but Hermione let him take her arm and led him over to Benjamin and Charlotte. Draco and Narcissa followed them as Narcissa murmured assurances to her son.
“Mum, Dad, I’d like to introduce you to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.”
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Perhaps because Draco and Hermione had overcome their previous antagonism, the wedding guests could overcome their own enmity. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, pure-blood, rich, and magical, spoke with courtesy to Muggle, middle class Benjamin and Charlotte Granger. Arthur Weasley was rendered practically speechless when Lucius complimented him on Ron’s position as an Auror. Molly then complimented the Malfoys on their son’s highly-sought after job as an assistant in the Wizarding University of Great Britain’s Potions Department. There was something about letting go of one’s prior hostility that was incredibly freeing and led to a feeling of hope.
When canapés had been consumed and champagne drunk, Hermione nudged her new husband.
“Everyone was so lovely today. Do you think Neville put a calming spell on the garden?”
Draco looked at Theo and Parvati, Theo’s hand making lazy circles on her exposed back, his parents who were speaking with the Weasley parents, Neville, who was lovingly stroking Ginny’s belly as she finally sat and relaxed with a glass of lemonade, the Grangers, who were asking Daphne about magical health care, and Blaise, who was teasingly asking Lavender what she thought of Ron’s tattoo, while Ron playfully scowled at Blaise.
He squeezed her hand. “I think they’re just happy for us. Let’s say our good-byes before the portkey activates.”
Kisses, hugs, kind words and knowing smiles were exchanged before the wedding goers watched the couple swirl out of existence. Narcissa noticed Charlotte wiping her eyes and made her way to the other woman.
“I hope we will have another chance to visit in the future,” Narcissa said.
Charlotte nodded and smiled at the fine-looking woman who would now be family to her daughter. Since Hermione’s visit to Australia, Charlotte had prayed for Draco and Hermione’s relationship to be cemented in marriage. She’d also prayed that she herself would finally accept her daughter’s differences.
“I would like that, Mrs. Malfoy,” Charlotte said, and then took Narcissa’s hand. “Your son has been a blessing to Hermione. He is a credit to you and your husband.”
Surprising herself, Narcissa felt tears prick her eyes. When she thought of the hardship she’d put her son through, she felt as if she was the world’s worst mother. It was a balm to her to hear Charlotte’s words.
“I can assure you I feel the same way about your daughter, Mrs. Granger.”
The women stood with hands clasped for another moment before making their ways through the verdant garden to find their respective husbands.
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“Any more boxes?” Hermione asked.
“I’m going back to the flat one last time, but I think we’ve got everything.”
Draco gave Hermione a quick peck and Apparated back to the recently-sold flat in wizarding Framlingham. He’d sold the property to two young professors who had just been hired at the university. The professors were slated to move in the next day and Hermione wanted to set up their campus flat before classes began. The past three months had been a whirlwind of activity, with her summer employment, the wedding, and moving to a new flat on the campus of the WUofGB.
As Draco made his way through the empty rooms, he felt sentimental about the place he’d called home. It had been shelter and solitude when he’d lived there alone, but it had become a loving home when Hermione had come into his life. After his conversation with Blaise, Draco had understood how important it was for Hermione to make their home her own. He hadn’t comprehended that before and had thought in welcoming her to his flat and carving out some space for her she would be comfortable, but she needed her pictures hanging on the wall and her collections decorating the shelves, too.
With another quick look through the rooms, Draco headed to the entry hall and Apparated back to their new quarters at the university.
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“Do I smell pizza, Mrs. Malfoy?”
The newest Mrs. Malfoy grinned saucily at her husband and served him a Butterbeer.
“Umhmm,” she hummed in assent, sitting at the kitchen table. “This is the first time I’ve sat down all day.”
“The flat looks great, love. We’ll relax tonight and work on it some more tomorrow, okay?”
Hermione put a slice of pizza on a plate and handed it to Draco, then served a piece for herself.
“I know it’s not as nice as your flat in the village, but this place is ours, Draco.”
“Come here,” Draco said, tugging her into his lap. Hermione pushed his hair off of his forehead and rested her head against his. “There is nowhere on earth I would rather be. I don’t care where we live, as long as we’re together.”
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