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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 the lovely mamacita for the excellent beta job and for all her support.
Hermione jerked awake, gasping for air, her body trembling. She had been dreaming of faces in paintings. They were calling out to her for help, asking why she had abandoned them. She rubbed her eyes furiously and fell back against the pillows. She hadn't abandoned them.

Her body stiffened and then relaxed at the feel of Draco's fingers petting her hair. "You okay?"

Her answer was to turn to him and plaster herself to him. Wrapping an arm around her, he moved onto his back and held her. He gently stroked her arm, lulling her back to sleep.

The next morning found Draco moving around like he was in a fog. He brushed his teeth with a sense of detachment. After Hermione had awoken him with her nightmare he couldn't go back to sleep. He kept wondering how his father would look. Will he look like he's dying? Do I look more like him now, or less him now? He spun around and leaned back against the sink, no longer able to bear the sight of his reflection. He thought back to a time when he'd wanted nothing more than to be exactly like Lucius.

Five-year-old Draco hurried down the hall towards his parents' room. He was eager to go flying. His father had promised, and Draco was growing impatient waiting for him. He opened the door to his parents' room and tiptoed in. Seeing no one in the bed, he turned to leave when he heard the sound of rushing water. Excitedly, he opened the bathroom door. His father was shaving, his back to the door. Draco sidled up to him.

Lucius looked down at his son. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my promise."

Draco beamed. He barely reached the countertop and had to stand on his tiptoes to peek over. Lucius chuckled and lifted him up to sit on the counter. Draco watched in envious fascination as his father shaved.

"There are some things, son, that you just have to do by hand. Shaving is one of them."

"I want to shave too, Papa."

Draco giggled at the feel of the bristles when his father spread shaving cream on his face. He wasn't fooled, though. "I need one of those, too," he told his father, pointing to Lucius' razor.

"All right, all right." Making a copy of his razor, Lucius Vanished the blades and presented it to Draco.

Draco tilted his chin, copying his father's moves, and brought the razor up towards him. Now they both had a strip of skin showing on their necks.

"I look just like you, Papa," he stated proudly.

Running his hand over the smooth platinum hair, Lucius looked down into the familiar grey eyes and replied, "So you do."
Hermione politely thanked the server as he set down her and Draco's coffee. She had thought Draco would hold onto his longstanding resentment like a child would a security blanket, but instead he had withdrawn into himself. She wasn't used to this and wasn't sure how to draw him out.

"I've been thinking about what you said the other night about why I became an Auror."

Draco blinked at her and then frowned. "Don't take anything I said after we returned to my place seriously. I was angry with you."

"Truth hurts sometimes." Draco shrugged and went back to staring into space. Hermione gave it up for a lost cause and she, too stared blankly into the distance.

After finishing their drinks they headed to the Ministry to catch the designated Portkey to Azkaban. There were a few other people going too, and Hermione could feel their gazes upon them. She ignored it as best she could. Draco grabbed her hand just as she felt the pull of the Portkey. When they arrived at Azkaban they all surrendered their wands and were checked for Dark artifacts, then a guard showed them to a windowless room with a table and chairs. Once they were alone Draco began pacing up and down the room. From the harsh lines of his face and his clenched fists Hermione knew he was back to being angry; she didn't know whether to be sad or relieved.

Suddenly the door opened and Lucius shuffled in, his wrists and ankles bound together with chains just like a Muggle prisoner. Hermione couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. Lucius Malfoy was so altered as to be barely recognizable. His hair and clothes were so filthy it was hard to look at him, knowing how he had looked before. The guards pushed him into a chair.

"You have half an hour." The guard nodded to Hermione and glared at Draco.

"You came," Lucius stated, not taking his eyes off his son.

"Not like I had much of a choice," Draco sneered.

Lucius ignored his comment. "You've cut your hair."

"Not that it helped much. I still look like you." Lucius flinched and his mouth tightened, but still he said nothing.

Hermione wanted to kick Draco and tell him to stop acting childish and remind him that his father was trying. It was enough to make her shake her head—that she was feeling sorry for Lucius Malfoy! At her movement Lucius turned his gaze to her.

"Miss Granger." For a moment the old Lucius was on display. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" His tone was not cold, nor was it inviting.

Before Hermione could answer, Draco pushed away from the wall. "Father, meet my Muggle-born lover," he said, stroking Hermione's cheek.

She saw red. Smacking away his hand, she glared and hissed, "I came to lend you moral support, not so you can rub our relationship and my heritage in your father's face!" She stood up and got in Draco's personal space. "Grow up and act like an adult!" She took a deep breath and calmed down. "I'm leaving now, and you're going to stay here and talk things out."

When Draco opened his mouth to protest she shoved him into the chair she'd vacated. "As Merlin as my witness, Draco Malfoy, you don't want to make me angry."

Draco shut up, but his eyes held the promise of retribution later. Nodding to Lucius, who had watched the exchange with a bemused expression, she left. The silence stretching, invading every corner. Draco wouldn't look at his father, and Lucius could only drink in the sight of the son he hadn't seen since before his trial.

"You mother tells me you haven't spoken to her in years." Leaning forward, he continued earnestly, "Draco, don't punish her for my failings. She—we—love you. I apologize if you felt that our sending you away was punishment or abandonment, but we didn't want you to have to deal with the aftermath of our poor choices. I'd make the same choice again, too. As angry and as bitter as you are about it now, you'd probably be locked up right here with me if you hadn't left."

Draco couldn't reply. The tumult of emotion inside him warred with one another, each trying to have its say. He finally settled for, "What do you want from me?"

Lucius had obviously been expecting Draco to unleash his anger on him. "I want us reconciled. I would like you to visit your mother. I don't expect you to visit me. I'd prefer you stay well away from this miserable place."

Taking a deep breath and coughing, Lucius continued, "I'm sick, son, and I'm not sure whether I'll make it out of this place alive." Once again he cut Draco off before he could interrupt. "I don't want your mother to be alone. Promise me you'll take care of her."

Draco had only ever thought of his parents' mortality in passing moments, nothing concrete. Seeing his father worn and defeated like this shoved the reality in his face, and it was hard to handle. The way his father was looking at him made him squirm.

"All right," he found himself saying. His plan of telling his father exactly what he thought of him and how much better he was doing without him in his life flew out the window. He wanted nothing more than to go home and lose himself in Hermione.

They made awkward conversation until the guard came to collect Lucius. More out of shock than anything else, Draco let his father pull him into an embrace. It had been many years since his father had initiated anything resembling paternal affection. The feel of his jutting ribs had pulling away. He didn't stay to watch them haul his father back to his cell.
Hermione quietly slipped into Harry's office. Finding him gone, she sighed in relief. Even after all the practicing she'd done in her head about what she was going to say, it didn't change the fact that she was scared witless. Pacing the length of the office, she wrung her hands. She felt sick and it was taking all her will power not to just run. Hermione forced herself to sit in one the guest chairs. Her eye rapidly darted around the room, looking for a distraction. They came to settle on the one and only personal item in the office. Reaching out she picked up the picture frame, turning it around to face her. It was a picture of the three of them—her, Ron, and Harry—the day they had finished Auror training. Their smiles so wide they almost looked creepy; their arms around each other, with her in the middle. Always in the middle. Will that change now? she wondered.

Harry entered in a whirl of movement and dropped an armload of scrolls onto the desk. "Hermione! I wasn't expecting you. Are you here to tell Keller when you'll be coming back to work?"

She smiled and came round the desk and hugged Harry tightly. He hugged back without thought. Then he pushed her away and looked at her face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to talk to you before I spoke to Keller."

Sitting back in the chair she'd vacated she turn to Harry as he took the seat next to her. Taking a deep breath she blurted, "I'm quitting the Auror department. I'm not happy, and it's about time I did something about it."

Harry blinked, unsure of how to respond at first. "Maybe you just need more time off. Keller's not forcing you to come back, is he?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, no. I've put a lot of thought into this. This isn't something that's spur of the moment." She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye. "This isn't about what happened before—well, it was the catalyst, but not the cause. I'm going to tell you something and I know you won't take it the wrong way because you know it's just me being honest."

When Harry nodded his head in understanding she pushed forward. "I only became an Auror because I was afraid that if I didn't ,you and Ron would forget about me. The fear of being the one to break up the three of us has held me here. I've enjoyed working with both of you and helping to solve cases, but it's not really what I want to be doing."

Once she had finished Hermione looked down, not wanting to see Harry's reaction. When he squeezed her hand she looked up.

"I'm not going to lie and say I never guessed there were times you weren't happy working here, but I didn't realize the reason you stayed was because you were afraid you wouldn't have a place in our lives if you left." Moving to put his free hand on her shoulder, Harry said, "Hermione, it doesn't matter what you do or where you are. You're my best friend and that will never change. I'm sure Ron feels the same. I could never resent you for doing what makes you happy."

She had to look away or the tears gathering in her eyes would spill out. "Thank you, Harry."

He tugged her out of her chair and gave her a hug. She couldn't help the choking sob that escaped. She had carried this fear around for so long she almost didn't know what to do now that it was no longer valid. When Ron walked in it was to see Harry holding a crying Hermione. He immediately went over to the pair and embraced them.

"Shhh, it's okay. The Cannons' Seeker only broke his leg, he'll play in the next game," Ron said soothingly, patting Hermione's back.

Hermione chuckled. "Thank Merlin for that, Ron. I was about to have an existential breakdown."

Ron pulled away. "Seriously, though, what's wrong?"

"Come on, let's get some lunch."
Hermione barely had time to set her purse down before Draco accosted her. She'd been hoping she would beat him to her place so he wouldn't see that she'd been crying. When his lips met hers she realized she needn't have worried. Draco was hurting and was looking for an escape. Curling her fingers in his hair, she pressed her body into his, willingly offering herself up as his refuge, to be the target of his discontent.

The scraping of his teeth on her neck was just barely on the right side of pain. His fingers clumsily unbuttoned her denims, and when enough space had been created he shoved is hand inside. She wasn't sure when she'd stop being surprised by his ability to make her forget everything but him. When the pad of his middle finger brushed the outside of her folds ,the now familiar zing coursed through her body. The heat rose up her body and she felt her chest flush in response. It took several moments for her to realize that he had pulled away from her and was just staring. Blinking rapidly, she focused on him.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Why? What dirty things do you want to do to me?" she joked as she arched, trying to get him to reengage. When he didn't joke back or resume his caresses she sighed in impatience. "I don't care what you do to me, just touch me."

She hummed in appreciation when he leaned down to kiss her again. Wiggling her body, she maneuvered her hand between their bodies searching for the fastenings of his trousers. She nipped his jaw, smirking as her hand grasped his cock and he gave an involuntary jerk. Yes, he might have the power to make her forget rhyme or reason, but he was affected too. She stroked him at a lazy pace, trying her hardest to frustrate him to the point where he lost control. It didn't take long.

Draco gave a thought to moving to the bedroom, and then the last article of clothing dropped from Hermione's body and he couldn't have cared less where they were. Removing his own clothing in record time, he pulled her down once again to the sofa. Gently he positioned her on her side. When she only raised an eyebrow as if to say, "This is what you find dirty?" he only shook his head, lifted her leg, and entered her.

Savoring the sound she made when he breached her, he continued to pump himself inside of her. Her noises would be enough to drive him over the edge if he allowed them to. Leaning down over her he again asked, "Do you trust me?"

Turning her head, she met his gaze. "Yes."

She could feel her breathing accelerate as she waited to see what he would do. When he brought a finger to his mouth to wet it she could only stare transfixed. Draco had stopped moving, but as she watched he gave a hard thrust forward.

"Nnhh!"

She knew what was coming and willed her body to relax as she was rolled over onto her stomach. The finger lightly circled the tight ring of muscle. No one had ever touched her there before. She fought the urge to push his hand away in embarrassment. Her body was primed for release and she squirmed against the pillow propped her hips up. She heard an object whiz by her head and lifted her head from her arms to see what it was. She watched as Draco poured the lubricant onto his fingers. Turning her head back to the cocoon of her arms, she quivered in anticipation of his touch. The feel of the cool fingers pressing back into her caused her to jerk, even if she was expecting it.

"Ssshhh," he soothed, running an hand over the globe of her bottom.

The foreign feeling of pressure soon gave way to pleasure. Hermione tried to be still and not move her hips, but the urge to move, to push back against the fingers stretching her, was irresistible. When Draco leaned over to bite and suck her neck she arched. She could feel his hard length against the inside of her thigh and all she wanted was him inside of her.

"I'm ready."

He removed his fingers and shifted. She heard him murmur a spell and then he was back, covering her with his body, the fingers of his left hand interlacing with hers. She felt him nudge at her back entrance.

"It's okay, just relax."

Hermione tried her best to breath through the burn. She focused instead on the feel of Draco's fingers gripping hers. How the heat of his chest branded her back. His breath on her shoulder, making her shiver. Finally the burn lessened and she could only moan from the feeling of him moving inside of her. She hesitantly started to move with his slow thrusts.

"Yes, Hermione, that's it. Move with me." Her arm curved behind her to capture his hair as he licked a path up her back.

Her muscles were already starting to feel the strain of her position, but she didn't care. She had never felt this overwhelmed during sex before. When Draco picked up the speed of his thrusts her arm came down to brace herself. When he snaked an arm around her hip to rub her clit, she shuddered.

Draco was trying to be gentle; he didn't want to hurt Hermione but he felt his magic pulsing inside him, the energy fighting to find an outlet. He could feel her start to shake. He eased out of her and moved to put his back against the sofa. Grabbing her hips, he maneuvered her so she was kneeling astride his legs with her back to him. He eased her leg down to lie atop his. Reaching behind her, Hermione braced herself. Draco couldn't help himself; he aligned their bodies and slammed her down.

"Nnnhh!"

The feel of her was too much for him. He wanted to consume her and burn from the inside out. He no longer cared if he hurt her. Anyway, from the sounds she was making he doubted she cared about much of anything either. Scooping his hips he gave another savage thrust upward, unaware that his fingers were leaving bruises. Draco knew he wouldn't last much longer. It only took a few caresses to her clit before Hermione was shouting her release. As her body clenched and shook with the power of it, he held her in place as his own orgasm hit with such ferocity he couldn't even vocalize it.

When it was over, Hermione rolled off his lap and then, a few seconds later, off of the couch. "I hate the feeling of leather sticking to me."

Draco grunted in response. Stretching out ,he peeked over the edge of the sofa. Hermione's eyes were closed. Her chest rapidly rose and fell as she caught her breath. Turning her head to look at him, she lifted her arm to run her fingertip down his face.

"Do you feel better now?"

Draco opened his mouth to deny that anything had been wrong in the first place. She let me use her to vent my emotions? He frowned. She wasn't the type to let anyone use her, but she'd been willing to offer him comfort in any way he sought. He knew she had to be in pain; he hadn't been gentle. Her generosity touched him in a way he couldn't explain.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be, it was what you needed." She huffed a laugh. Sitting up, she leaned against the couch. He reached out to smooth the hair back from her face. Dipping her head shyly, her face turning red, she said, "It wasn't half bad."

Looking at her flushed face Draco felt it, what it was like to start falling in love for the first time. It was frightening and overwhelming. This is not how it's supposed to pan out, he thought ruefully.

Grimacing as she stood up, Hermione held out her hand to him. "Come on, let's take a shower."

He got numbly to his feet and followed. After they were done and lying in bed Draco still couldn't wrap his mind around it. When had lusting after Granger turned into more? With the acknowledgement of his new feelings came the worry about how he was going to keep her. This went beyond being willing to try and have a relationship, to needing the relationship to work. Had Hermione been awake to see his expression she would have had cause for alarm. She owes you, an oily voice reminded him. No! He pushed the thought aside. That was how his old self would think, what his father would have done. He would not keep her with him by calling in her debt. He ignored the voice telling him he would if he was desperate enough. Turning over, he looked at Hermione as she slept. Without conscious thought his hand clasped the one on top of her pillow. Breathing out a sigh, he closed his eyes.

Hermione woke up in pain. It took her a moment to remember why she hurt. Blushing, she looked over at Draco, who was still sleeping peacefully. With thoughts of finding some pain reliever she got out of bed, careful not to wake up her sleeping lover. Finding no potions or aspirin, Hermione went looking for her wand. She was searching for it in the pile of their discarded clothes when she heard a tapping at the window and stood up. Frowning, she headed over to let the owl in. It was awfully late for an owl, but then again, it could be important. Hermione opened the letter and automatically caught the object that fell out. She realized her mistake an instant later when she felt the familiar pull of behind her navel.
A/N: Yes, I know, I suck. I hope I haven't lost all my readers. I meant to have this out months ago but real life decided to come along and slap me silly. There is one more chapter after this one. I decided against doing an epilogue. As always, thank you for reading and reviewing.
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