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Loving the You You Love	By : margaritama Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER TWO – Someday My Prince Will Come or Even a Prat Can Come in Handy

Arriving in Hogsmeade, Hermione made her way to the Three Broomsticks where the coaches would be waiting. Carefully maneuvering the cobblestones streets, she was grateful for the comfortable cushion charm she’d placed on her shoes or she’d never make it through the night.

Seeing the lights of the tavern ahead of her along with the long queue of parents, she searched for the faces of her friends. She knew Harry and Ginny would be here, as well as Seamus. However, they must have arrived earlier. Bustling along on the queue, she saw a shock of red hair several people in front of her. Of course, it was Ron. And he’d brought along a date. Sneering and shaking her head, she truly wanted to hex him. This evening was about their daughter and here he was flaunting his latest toy. Hermione hoped Rose wouldn’t be upset. At this point there was little she could do.

Suddenly, Ron started to turn around; not wishing to be seen, she ducked back. Without preamble, an enclosed carriage unexpectedly stopped in front of her and the door swung open. Not thinking, she pushed forth and jumped up and into the carriage. The door slammed shut behind her, blanketing the inside in darkness. Gingerly, she settled into the seat and, as her eyes adjusted, she could make out a figure across from her.

“Oh, my apologies.” Hermione hadn’t realized she’d intruded on someone else.   A low male chuckle was the reply.

Feeling somewhat nervous, she donned her most professional demeanor. “I didn’t realize the carriage was occupied. I’m truly sorry. My name is Hermione Granger. My daughter is one of the students being honored this evening.”   She was met by silence. “And you, sir? Which of your children will be in attendance?”

Still nothing, and as her eyes continued to adjust, she noted the man’s face was shrouded in shadows, and his lower body glowed in moonlight. From what she could see, he wore Muggle clothes – expensive Muggle clothes, in her estimation. His hand lay on this lap, resting on long legs, and he appeared fit and tall. Apparently, he rode alone – except for her. Shifting slightly, she sought out her wand, which hung around her waist in a simple goblin-made silver holster.   It was easy to carry and accessible in the blink of an eye.

Narrowing her eyes, Hermione mustered out a curt, “Sir.” She would not allow his silence to intimidate her.

A small sigh escaped from the mystery man before he leaned forward. “Granger, don’t you look . . . delectable.”

Her eyes widening and jaw dropping, Hermione stared into the handsome face of Draco Malfoy. “M-M-Malfoy?”

“Indeed.” Settling back into his seat, he reached into his pocket and presented a simple glowing orb, shrinking the shadows and affording them a bit more light. The orb hovered over his hand before floating to a corner, bathing the snug interior with warm, pale amber light.

Knowing who she shared the carriage made Hermione nervous. “My apologies, Malfoy, I had no idea you were here. If you like, you can let me out here. I'll walk the rest of the way.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Granger.” Malfoy laughed lightly. “We've about another twenty-five minutes in the carriage. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk? You would arrive completely disheveled, and late. Just enjoy the ride.”

Releasing a breath she only just realized she'd been holding, Hermione gave a curt nod and sat back. “Thank you.” The soft leather cushioned her back comfortably. “Malfoy, this isn't a school-issued carriage, is it?”

“No, it’s my personal one. I keep it in Hogsmeade permanently, since I only use it whenever I visit Scorpius at Hogwarts.”

It had been some years since she'd seen Draco Malfoy, in the flesh. Though a staple on the pages of <i>The Daily Prophet</i>, she hadn't seen, much less spoken, to him in several years. She recalled he was a widow, his wife having passed from an unfortunate illness only two years ago, if she remembered correctly. Taking a moment, she drank him in.

He sat with his eyes closed, his face relaxed and his body loose and languid. Draco Malfoy had grown from a pointy-faced, sneering child into an attractive man. His body seemed lean and muscular, under the Muggle suit he wore so well. Angular, sharp facial features were replaced with strong masculine qualities including high cheek bones gracing a ruggedly handsome face.

“Had your fill, Granger?” A small smirk danced on his lips.

Eyes wide, Hermione could feel the flush creep up her neck at having been caught blatantly staring. “I don't know what you mean. I was merely wondering at this odd situation.”

Opening his eyes, she noticed their steel-grey color, even in the dimness of the carriage. Had they always been so intense? She honestly couldn't recall.

“Well, here we are,” he noted softly. “Shall we make small talk? Discuss the weather? How our children are faring? Or our personal lives?”

Hackles rising at his tone, Hermione snorted. “You are such a child, Malfoy. You know, I think you should stop this carriage this instant. You can't be civil for even a moment.” Twisting to grab at the door handle, she suddenly felt his hand encircle her wrist.

“Bloody hell, Granger! You'll get hurt or worse. Stop overreacting.” Pulling at her arm, he forced her back into her seat. “Now, stay put. I was just having one on you.” He took a deep breath. “Relax. Please.” The smirk returned, mirth lighting his eyes. “I'm sorry, I upset you.”

“You didn't upset me.”

Hermione could feel his gaze as she pointedly ignored him and stared out of the small window.

“Of course I did, Granger; which is why you're trying to ignore me.”

Turning to face him, she countered, “I'm not ignoring you.”

Deep, masculine laughter filled the carriage. “Merlin, it’s like we're children again.”

Rolling her eyes, Hermione tried to hide the small grin fighting its way to her lips but, in the end, couldn't help herself. “It is.” She laughed softly and shook her head. “I think we should start over.” Exhaling deeply, she looked up and gave him a dazzling smile. “Hello. My name is Hermione Granger. Thank you so much for inviting me to share your carriage.”

“It’s my sincerest pleasure to have such a lovely companion,” he replied.

After this trite ice breaker, the rest of the ride to Hogwarts was uneventful. They spent the remainder of the time chatting in such a way one would assume they'd been good friends who had simply lost touch.

Hermione felt the carriage slowing down and, finally, coming to a halt. “Well, it would seem we're here. Thank you again, Malfoy . . .”

“Draco, my name is Draco.”

Blushing a bit, she lowered her gaze. “Of course, Draco. Thank you. I'll see you inside, then.”

The door opened, Draco stepped out and waited for Hermione to follow. He gave her his hand to assist her but as she made to walk away, he tugged her back. “Do save me a dance, won't you?” Without taking his eyes from hers, he gently kissed her hand and walked away, his trademark smirk painted on his lips.

Hermione stared at him in shock. Who was this man? Surely not the boy she had known in school. Shaking from her stupor, she collected her wits and dashed up the grand steps of Hogwarts. The carriage had deposited them past the gate and at the main entrance. The event would be held in the Great Hall. Entering the school, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, taking a moment to look around, Hermione let all the good memories play in her mind. The school looked the same but she knew it had been re-built, brick by brick, after the fall of Voldemort. Following the path along with the other parents, she made her way to the Great Hall. Upon entering, she gasped.

It was magnificent. It had been designed to resemble a blooming garden. Everywhere she turned, there were layers of lush colors from the exotic flora. Fruit trees bursting with ripe apples, pears, apricots, pomegranate, plums, peaches and persimmons, dotted the edges. Tucked in between and around the trees were a variety of roses, lilies, hyacinths, gardenias, English lavender and peonies. To her right the scent of jasmine lured visitors to sit beside a small pond. The vines and leaves wound their way around tables and chairs encircling the center, which had been left open.

“Mum!”

Hermione turned to find her daughter. Grinning with joy, she hugged her fiercely. “Rose, my darling, how are you? Let me look at you.” Hermione stepped away to admire her daughter who was growing up to be a lovely young lady.

Rose had dark auburn hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes. She had traded her dress robes in favor a of a dark navy blue eyelet dress which ended just above her knees. A pair of Muggle navy high heels adorned her feet. “Rose, are those my shoes? You minx.”

Have the sense to look abashed, the young girl lowered her gaze. “Sorry Mum, is that alright”

“Of course. Oh, the Great Hall looks just wonderful.”

“Thanks. I led the decoration committee.” Rose grabbed her mother's hand and began leading her away. “Come on mum, there's someone I want you to meet.”

Hermione followed her, laughing and enjoying Rose's youthful exuberance. They finally stopped at a table and Hermione looked at the occupants, her smile wavering and eyes widening. It was . . .

“Mum, I'd like you to meet Scorpius. Scor, this is my mum, Hermione Granger.”

A handsome boy of sixteen rose to greet her. “Good evening, Mrs. Wea . . . oh, er, Ms. Granger. May I introduce my father . . . Father this is Rose Weasley and . . .”

“No need, Scorpius, Ms. Granger and I are well-acquainted.” He grinned at her obvious shock. “Ms. Weasley, a pleasure. My son speaks highly of you. And Hermione, so nice to see you again.” He reached over to take her hand and, for the second time in one evening, kissed it. Stepping closer and leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “As delicious as you look at this very moment, do say something before you confuse the children further.”

She felt a jolt through her body. As something wet touched her ear. Merlin help her, Draco Malfoy just licked her ear. Looking up at him, he was grinning wolfishly. “Oh, yes, nice to see you as well.” Stepping back, she turned to look at the younger Malfoy. “Hello, Scorpius. It's quite lovely to meet you.”

“Why don't you sit, Ms. Granger. Father and I shall return momentarily with some refreshments. Father?” The boy held out a chair for her.

Unsure of what was going on but not wishing to be rude, Hermione sat down. “Rose, what is going on?”

Sighing, Rose sank into the chair next to hers. “Look mum, Scor and I are . . . well . . .”

“You're dating? Is Scorpius your boyfriend, darling.”

Nodding, the young girl smiled shyly. “I wanted you to meet him tonight, at least. I would tell dad but you know how he is and I didn't want to spoil tonight by telling him but I really needed you to know. I really like him, mum. Please don't be angry.”

“I'm not angry, Rose. He seems a lovely boy. And you can't hide this from your father. You'll have to tell him. He's here this evening, after all.”

“I will but not tonight. I already saw dad, he’s sitting with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, and his newest girlfriend, on the other side.”

Hermione stiffened slightly. “Oh, I should probably head over to say hello, then.”

“No. You shouldn't have to say hello. Let them come find you. You, my gorgeous mother, are staying here. If someone wishes to be in your company, let them come to you. I'm happy to let Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny know you're here so they can come find you later. But you are going to enjoy yourself. And Mr. Malfoy is quite the good-looking wizard, mum. Don't you think?”

“Rose!”

“Mum! You're forty-two, single and so beautiful. He's your same age, handsome and also single. Now, there will be a speech, they'll announce all the honored students from each year then there will be dancing. Food will be served throughout. I'll be back in a bit. I've got some duties to oversee. Love you.”

“Wait, Rose.” But the young girl had already gotten up and dashed away.

“It would appear we've been abandoned, Granger.” Draco sat next to her with two glasses.

“It would appear. Is that champagne? Thank you, I think I need a small sip.” Tasting it, she moaned and relished the crisp notes. “I really am sorry to intrude again. Rose just pushed me here. Don't worry; I've no intention of interrupting your evening further.”

A warm, large hand over her own stilled her movement. “Don't be daft. Stay. Wouldn't want to disappoint the children, would we? Scorpius just pointed out how stunning you look this evening and what a shame it would be if I spent the evening sitting in a corner when I could be with you. The boy has a point. You're here alone, I'm here alone; why not be here alone together.”

Hermione blinked. “Pardon?”

“I've grown up, Granger.” His eyes roamed over her, appreciatively. “As have you. Quite nicely. So, let's act like the adults we are, shall we? And don't tell me it wouldn't drive Weasley mad seeing you not just with a date, but as my date. Let's have some fun.”

Mulling his words, Hermione looked at him and raised her glass. “You're right . . . let's not disappoint the children. Here's to fun.”

Clinking glasses with his, Hermione was sure she didn't know what she'd agreed too but for once in her life she found herself not caring.

And fun they did have. In fact, they caused quite the stir. During the course of the evening, Harry and Ginny spotted them. Eventually, they came over and the look on Harry's face was one of pure hilarity. Ginny, on the other hand, gave Hermione an all-knowing smirk. Ron had also spotted her while she was dancing with Draco. The color of his face and wide eyes spoke volumes. Hermione had given him a sweet smile and simple nod as Draco pulled her closer to his, what she discovered, muscular body.

Meanwhile, their two children watched with amusement. Scorpius and Rose sat with them during dinner; Rose then excused herself to enjoy dessert with her father. Hermione, in the meantime, took the time to speak with Scorpius and discovered she liked him very much. Toward the end of the evening, she and Draco found themselves sitting by the jasmine surrounded pond she'd admired upon arrival.

“Scorpius is a wonderful, boy.”

Draco appeared contemplative. “He is everything I ever wanted to be. And your Rose is lovely lass. You've done a marvelous job.”

A comfortable silence settled over them as the music played behind them, the jasmine scent blanketed the air and the pond sat still except for the occasional enchanted frog jumping from one lily pad to another.

Finally, Hermione spoke and rose. “It’s getting late. I'm going to head back. Thank you so much, Draco. I had a wonderful evening with you. It was fun.”

His body blocked hers, and she found herself propelled backwards until her back was against a tree. He'd maneuvered them into a secluded area between two fruit trees and ivy. “What are you doing?” Hermione wasn't afraid, she was nervous. She'd wanted him to kiss her all evening and, here she was trapped, hopefully about to get her wish.

“Don't play coy, Granger. You know what I'm doing.” His voice was low, husky and deep.

He was going to kiss her. Merlin, she hadn't felt this type of anticipation since she was a young girl. Draco braced her with his body, his hands on either side of her face before leaning down to kiss her gently once then twice. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned. She felt his tongue sweep across her lips and she opened to his sweet intrusion.

Nips, licks and tongues twirling, he kissed her tenderly at first. Then her arms came up round his neck and she molded her body into his and she tugged on his lower lip a bit more aggressively. It was as if a damn burst. Emitting a low growl, one hand wrapped around her neck and face; the other pulled her closer. His kiss grew demanding, dominant, hard and so damn delicious. He took her breath away. She could feel heat pool in her lower belly and warm liquid gush her knickers.

He tore his lips and kissed his way down the expanse of her exposed throat. “Fuck, Granger. I've wanted you all night, from the moment you jumped into my coach. You taste so good. And you look so sweet and innocent.” The hand round her waist crept up her torso and cupped her breast, a thumb grazing her nipple hard through the fabric.

“Oh, God . . . Draco . . .” Her body was alive and on fire.

“Feel good, sweet girl? Merlin, Granger, I want to muss you up! Would you like that?” Both hands were now kneading and thumbing her nipples into harden peaks. “Does dirty talk turn you on, Granger? Hmm . . . want to know what I'm going to do to you?”

Hermione could only purr and moan. A breathy “yes” escaped her lips. She had no idea when she'd become this wanton woman, it was completely out of character for her but, at the moment, she didn't care. This man was like a fantasy come true.

“Father?” Scorpius' voice floated through their lusty fog. “Father? Where are you?”

Draco pulled away suddenly and Hermione opened her eyes. He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of dark lust and erotic determination. “This is not over.” He bent to kiss her swollen lips. “Come on, the children are looking for us.”

Doing her best to calm her erratic heart, Hermione swallowed gulps of air. “I must look a fright.”

Casting a lop-sided grin her way, Draco replied, “No, but you do look thoroughly snogged.” Taking her hand, he led her out of their hidden area.

Rose spied them immediately. Taking in their appearance, she didn't seem all that surprised and shot Hermione a small wink. “There they are, Scor. Hullo, mum; Mr. Malfoy. We were afraid you'd left, only to discover you're enjoying the scenery.”

Still flushed from their previous activities, Hermione blushed. Draco took the moment to respond. “We wouldn't leave without saying good-bye. And you're quite right, Ms. Weasley, the scenery is quite intoxicating.”

Their children gave each other sly looks and small smiles. The pair hugged their respective parents, bid the other good-night and went off, holding hands, towards their dormitories.

Draco reclaimed Hermione's hand. “Your carriage awaits, m'lady.” He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm as they made their way towards the main entrance.

“Draco . . .,” she began.

“Not another word, Hermione.” Reaching his coach, he guided her inside and then slide in next to her.

Once the door closed, he turned and grabbed her, silencing any protest with his lips.

She tore away, panting. “I don't think . . .”

“Good, don't.” He grabbed her wrists and held them as he pushed her body to lie on the soft leather. He held her arms above her head and continued to kiss her. Soft, determined lips made their way from her jaw to her collar bone to her neck. Hotly, he whispered, “I would love to tie up these delicate hands and pull down this dress to suck on these glorious tits you've been teasing me with all night. Would you like that, Hermione? Can I?”

Nervous but so aflame with desire, she nodded timidly. She'd never let a man tie her up and here she was allowing Draco Malfoy liberties she never in her wildest dreams imagined. She heard him mutter a spell and felt her hands gently bound. Tugging at them slightly, she tensed for a moment.

“Ssshh, sweet girl. This is just for fun. I won't hurt you. Trust me.” Draco caressed her skin tenderly before tugging down her dress to expose her breasts. She could feel her pussy clenching in want. Uncaring, she arch up and his mouth licked one then the other nipple before sucking one into his mouth. His thumb tweaked and pulled at the other.

The feeling of his tongue on her breasts and his hand toying with the other caused her to groan. “Oh, yes, yes . . .”

For what seemed an eternity, Draco alternated kissing her and playing with her breasts. All the while her hands remained bound above her head, preventing her from doing anything other than moaning and becoming more wet. Her desire was unbearable.

The coach lurched to a stop. Their gazes locked before he spoke. “Come home with me.”

“Yes, please.”

The tug of Apparition was so quick Hermione was caught off guard when she found herself on something soft. Looking around, she saw they were in a bedroom and she was on a bed. Draco was still atop her. Her hands bound and her breasts unbound, she couldn't imagine the picture she presented.

Draco rose up above her and shrugged out of his clothes until he was naked. Neither spoke or moved, then he grinned and leaned back to lift her skirt. He disappeared from her view but she felt his hands skim her knickers before she heard a tear and off they went. Spreading her thighs further, one finger tested her wetness before sliding into her. She closed her eyes at the feeling only to open them quickly when his mouth closed on her clit.

He brought her to orgasm with unending tender dominance of her pussy. Yelling out his name in between gasps and pants, her body shook in tiny waves of pleasure. Draco peeked out from under skirt, and snuggled his body between her legs. She couldn’t see his cock but she could feel the thickness against her moist thighs.

“I wanted you to come first,” he said, his lips glistening with her juices. “I know I won’t last long when I’m inside you. It’s . . . been a while, you see.” He leaned down to capture her lips. She tasted herself and found she wasn’t repulsed. He pulled away to look at her.

“Please Draco, now.”

He nodded and aligned himself then pushed into her slowly. Hermione groaned at the deliciously full feeling. Merlin, he was perfect. Not too big, or thick. Just perfect. “Oh, yes,” she cried out then bucked to nudge him into action.

Draco pumped into her hard and fast. Hermione just enjoyed the sensation of having a man fucking her. And he was doing an excellent job.

“I’m going to come . . . gods, I’m sorry . . . oh . . .” Draco moaned his release before collapsing on her.

Pushing off of her, he muttered a spell to release her bonds then took her wrists in his hands to massage them. “You alright?”

Still tingling from the experience, Hermione could barely speak. Instead, she let out an affirmative-sounding noise.

“Open your eyes, Hermione.”

She did so at once. Draco was staring at her in amusement. “You’re a hell of a woman, you know that? I’m sorry, I didn’t last. I promise to make it up to you.”

Smiling, Hermione shook her head. “Its fine, it was wonderful. You were wonderful. It’s been a while for me too.”

Nodding in understanding, he asked, “How long?”

Biting her lip, she answered, “More than a year. Someone I was dating for a while. But it didn’t work out.”

“It’s been more than two years since I’ve actually been with a woman.”

Understanding dawned on Hermione. “Draco . . . oh, I . . . you mean . . .?”

He held up a hand. “Sit up. Come on; let’s get you out of this dress, shall we? You can be more comfortable.”

He hauled her up and unzipped her dress then helped her unlink the silver chain serving as her wand holster. Hermione allowed him to shimmy her out of her dress, place her wand on a table next to her side of the bed then lay down next to him.

Draco tucked her under his arm. “I’ve been with witches in this last year but no . . . uh . . . intercourse. There are other ways to seek release, after all.”

Hermione remained silent. Never would she have believed Draco Malfoy would share such an intimate detail of his life.

“You awake there, Granger?”

Shifting, she looked up at him. “I’m awake. I was wondering if I should go now?”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he replied, “Why would you go?”

“Well, it’s just that . . . well, are we done?”

Shaking his head, he laughed. “No, we’re not done. I’ve all sorts of dirty, naughty games I’d like to play with you. Besides, I want to make you breakfast in the morning, then shag you again on my dining room table.” He grinned, lasciviously. “In fact, I think we should just lie in all weekend. We can shag, sleep, shag, shower, shag, eat and then shag some more.”

Fighting a grin, she lightly swatted him. “Honestly, you’ve a one track mind.”

Rolling over to crush her underneath him, he kissed her lightly. “You’ve no idea. Now, I’ve my reputation to uphold. I believe I have something to makeup to you.”

Draco kissed her then, possessively and deeply. Hermione’s toes curled as she clung to him. Draco then did makeup for his lack of performance – she lost count after go number three.
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