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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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It had been a week since the incident as Hermione was referring it to herself. The lapse in all common sense had not been followed up with anymore issues of a similar nature and she felt back to normal. She was now sitting next to Ron and across from Harry at a muggle restaurant in downtown London, enjoying an amazing meal. She smiled at them both; it was lovely to be back, especially since the world had calmed down a bit. Granted it wasn't perfect. The prejudice was still severe and there was an intense separation of wizarding kind, but there was no true conflict and Hermione felt that it was time to try and do her part to help the wizarding world come together. It was a windy but sunny June morning and Harry had suggested that they take Ron out for his birthday since they had both missed celebrating it in March. Ron had loved the idea of course and she agreed so long as it was a muggle place considering not many people had known that she was back and she didn't want the media shit storm that was to come to ruin this special occasion.

“2002...” she began happily “and our beloved Won-Won still can't chew with his mouth closed.” Harry and Hermione shared a laugh at Ron's expense but the red head had been too busy eating to hear what she said. She turned her attention to Harry and asked how the past week at work had been. Harry thought on it for a moment “It's been pretty uneventful, we're coming down to the end of the list with suspected Death Eaters that are still at large; and for the ones that are left we're more than sure they are hiding out trying to avoid capture rather than start an insurgence.”

            “That's a relief, I'm glad for it actually. But I wonder what kind of role the Aurors will be forced to take if our world remains truly peaceful” Harry shrugged “Regardless of where life places me I’ll be content.” Ron belched loudly and settled back in his chair after a moment more of shoveling food into his mouth “that stew was delicious almost better than mum's.” Hermione frowned and waved away the air that carried the nasty gas he expelled “Cover your mouth Ronald, despite my earlier jest you are still not a child.” Ron ignored her comment per usual and turned his attention on Harry. Having completely ignored their earlier conversation he asked “so mate what you have been up to lately? The prophet doesn't know what to do with itself now that it has no news to report on you.” Harry set down the glass he had been holding and leaned back in his chair. “That's exactly how I prefer it, it doesn't help in my profession if my whereabouts are constantly flashed about in the news and it’s nice not to have to worry about new rumors flying each week. I want this quiet life.” Ron scoffed “It's boring if you ask me, we should be doing something grand. We need to find a new adventure to go on. You and I mate weren't meant for a rubbish domestic life. I'm sick of my desk job at the ministry. Me, Ronald Weasley behind a desk, it’s worth a right laugh.” Hermione sighed, clearly exasperated with the topic. It was Ronald’s own fault for his current predicament. He had become a loose cannon after the war and despite being a well-respected Auror, lost his job for gross misconduct and shotty decision making while out on the field. It had been at the same time Harry had been promoted. Ultimately it had been a blow to his pride and the carefully cultivated hero persona he had been nurturing. The Daily Prophet had had a field day at his expense and Ronald had reacted even worse which had only made the decision final. Now he worked for the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which apparently was a clearly less glamorous job by his standards.

Hermione sighed at the memory, but brought her attention back to the conversation at hand. “Well what of me Ron? You said that you and Harry weren't meant for the domestic life. What am I to do with myself per your standards?” Harry would have warned his friend not to even answer the question but Ron had already opened his mouth. “Well Mione once we get ourselves straightened out, I suppose you'll take care of our house.”

            “Oh?” The look in Hermione's eyes was dangerous and Harry knew that that wasn't going to end well. Ron looked at her as if she was slow for not understanding “Yea, what else did you think? If you're a bit nervous with how to take care of the house, mum will show you. She's great at it.” Harry wondered sometimes what Hermione saw in Ron. He clearly didn't understand or appreciate the woman that he had. Especially after the 4 years of hell that she had endured for him emotionally. Granted Ron WAS his best mate but at the same time, Harry thought that she was settling more than anything. Hermione turned in her seat toward her boyfriend and was just about to let him know how much she was NOT going to be like his mother when “HARRY!” rang out behind them. Harry looked up to see Ginny entering the restaurant in her usual flair. She quickly rushed up to him and kissed him fully on the mouth before sitting in the seat beside him across from Ron. “Gin...” Harry began clearly caught off guard “I didn't know you were coming”. She smiled brightly at him “oh well I was in the neighborhood and recognized you was here and decided to join you!” Hermione quirked a brow but caught herself in time and refrained from questioning the unlikelihood of that story. She decided to let it go and greeted the younger woman warmly instead. “Well look what the cat dragged back in” Ginny returned smiling sweetly at Hermione “sorry for missing your arrival last week, I’ve had a really busy time at work lately, you know being the editor in chief of Witch Weekly and all”. Hermione didn't miss the sarcasm in the red heads earlier comment “I heard, congratulations it’s an awesome promotion for you.” Ginny nodded clearly liking the compliment “I know everyone agrees that I was made for the job, isn't that right Harry?” the dark haired wizard nodded his agreement and plastered a smile on his face before taking his girlfriends had and doing his best to praise her talents. Ginny kissed him again in response before turning back to Hermione “so now that you're back, what are you planning on doing with yourself?” Hermione took a sip of her drink “As of right now I have a few things lined up at the ministry but I wouldn't mind accepting the healer position the keep offering or teaching at Hogwarts.”

            “That's great Hermione, you'd be a great professor, or a healer” Harry encouraged. Hermione smiled at him. “I'd hope so, it'd be a lot of work but I think I could do some real good healing people or teaching young minds.”

            “Anything you set your mind to will turn out great Mione” Ron added in nodding at Harry's earlier statement and Hermione swelled with joy at Ron's words. Her earlier frustration with him abated in lieu of his praise. Ginny clearly not liking the turn the conversation had taken brought up and article she was working on about “where were they now?” and asked Harry if he wanted to do an interview. She spent the better part of the next ten minutes telling him why he should do the interview. When he declined, Ron began again about how their lives were boring and all Hermione's good feelings slipped away. She frowned but replied “I would rather live a boring normal life, than seek any kind of adventure. I managed to survive the worst kind of adventure before I was even of age and there is nothing that would make me want to repeat that.” Harry agreed with her and picked up his glass. Ron however continued to protest, Hermione found it increasingly difficult not to roll her eyes when he attributed her would-be future to that of the witch version of Martha Stewart. She turned in her chair to Ron once more “there are more ways for me to use my brain than what you're suggesting. There is nothing wrong with a desk job.”

            “It's a complete waste; we are heroes and deserve to be in the spotlight. Not those stupid Malfoys” Ron spat out looking pointedly at Harry. Harry set down him glass but ignored the prompt, he wasn't going to let Ron provoke him into an argument and Hermione was upset that Ron would even try. “Who Harry chooses to live with is none of your business Ronald.”

            “The company OUR FRIEND keeps reflects badly on us decent folks.”

            “It truly is not a good look for you Harry, it’s been 4 years and people still talk about the nature of your agreement with Malfoy or how reclusive you've become. It’s all taking a turn for the worst.” Ginny sighed and continued “if you did the interview it would go a long way to setting people right.” Ron nodded in agreement then added “and if you kicked Malfoy out, it’s not as though his sorry ass can’t afford anywhere else? Those filthy Death Eaters bounced right back and all it took was 4 years. All this rubbish in the paper about the Malfoy prestige; the Weasley's have done more for this world than those bloody bastards!” Ron pounded his fist on the table and Ginny placed a hand over it. “Calm down, Ron you're causing a scene” Harry leaned closer toward the table “who I live with is as Hermione said, none of your concern Ron, and if you're not going to get over the fact that Malfoy and I are mates then fine. But I won’t waste my time hearing any more of your bitching about it, and I don't care about what the public thinks Ginny. I'm not doing some interview so that everyone likes me.” Hermione could see the vein on his neck pulsing, and knew her friend was beyond angry. Ginny seemed to recognize it too and quickly changed the subject. In a few minutes the moment had passed and the 4 ordered desert, but Hermione was still completely uncomfortable with what had happened. It was for this very reason that she had left in the first place. She could not believe that Ron still was like this after 4 years. Hermione set down her spoon, put off her food, folded her hands in her lap and looked out the window to the sky.

            Back in the mostly muggle Borough of Islington, there was a loud cry to be heard coming from the green door at the foot of the stair case for number 12 Grimmauld Place. The house was mostly empty so the screams went unheard. But for the casual listener a mantra could be made out of “Draco, Draco Please, Draco Yes!” The blonde was buried deep inside one of his muggle usuals. Loren, Laura or maybe Lily was the name? Draco couldn't remember but it didn't really matter because as he fisted a handful of her long blonde hair, bit her shoulder, pulled out almost completely and slammed back in, he doubted even she could remember her own name at the moment. Her ass was slender and not as full as he usually liked but there was just enough to grip with his free hand. He pulled her slightly closer to him so that he could move even faster within her. She cried out at the sensation and reached for the headboard to steady herself. Draco didn't have many women he would call on more than once, but this muggle was low key, causal and never sought to contact him after. That and the way she screamed his name made her worth the repeat performance. He bent over her back and used his free hand to reach forward and stroke her clit in time with his thrusts. Draco grinned when she let out a strangled moan and ground her hips down into his hand even further.

As he pounded in and out of her, he thought of how this more than made up for his most recent transgression. He had been fucking his way through witches and muggle women all week to make up for his indecent thoughts about Granger. The effect was quite euphoric actually, he had never been so sated before and he adequately felt as though he had made it up to himself. It had been a shameful fluke occurrence. He clearly had to have been sex deprived to find the bossy know-it-all even remotely attractive. It had been a long while since he had gotten some when the incident, as he referred to it, occurred. He angled his hips just right so that he could reach the special spot that sent her over and voila. Her pussy seized up and seemingly opened even wider to accept all of him. It began quaking and squeezing as he pistoned deeper and just at the moment when the last of her tremors pulsed against his dick. Draco allowed himself his own release and came with a shout.

There was a ringing from the nightstand next to the bed. Draco pulled out of her with a groan before, rolling over onto his back and reaching for the source of the sound. It was a muggle device that had become useful in more ways than he could count. The cellphone itself posed as the perfect cover because it was an incredibly muggle thing to receive a phone call in the presence of another muggle. Granted muggles didn’t think much of it at all, but wizards that didn’t own cellphones but dealt with muggles regularly were still considered a bit odd in this day and age. Therefore as he watched Laurel, Lisa, (or was it Lorna maybe?), get dressed with the deep look of satisfaction on her face, she didn't suspect a thing about him being anything other than an ordinary bloke she could have an occasional one off with. It was brilliant. Draco grinned to himself at the thought and answered the phone “Malfoy”

            “Hey what’s up?” Draco recognized the voice of his friend Blaise. The Italian had been his friend for as long as he can remember and had supported him the most in the last 4 years. They had gone into business together to bring the Malfoy name back to what it had once been and they had succeeded. Although Draco owned the majority of the shares for the company, considering it was his family business and all, he paid Blaise a salary even larger than he allowed for himself. The fellow Slytherin had become invaluable to Draco and one of the very few men he could trust. “Nothing much at all, how about you? Something must be going down for you to be calling me instead of visiting.” Blaise's laughter rang across the line “alright true, I just ran into two hot muggle twins and invited them back to my place tomorrow night. Granted I could handle them myself but considering your campaign to fuck Granger out of your system I thought I would help.” Draco flinched at his friends words; he didn't have Granger in his system. She had nothing to do with it. It had been a chance occurrence that he didn't recognize her, one that he was doing his best to rectify now. He regretted even mentioning the incident to the Slytherin in the first place. Blaise chuckled again “Cat got your tongue at the thought of grown up Granger?”

            “Piss off Blaise that has nothing to do with it” Draco bit back. “Yup. Sure. I believe you mate. Are you coming tomorrow then?” Draco watched as the woman he just fucked went to wave goodbye to him. Lana! That was her name. He was slightly relieved to remember it, it was something he could think of while he was inside her and keep Granger's name from surfacing. Just the thought of her brought a flashback from the week before and he could imagine himself getting down on his knees beside the breathless Granger and sliding his hands between her stockinged thighs. She probably would have been warm and wet and he could just imagine slipping a finger or two into that heat. Draco groaned as he felt his dick stiffen, he needed to stop remembering that evening, better yet he needed to stop fantasizing about what he would have liked to done to Granger while she was lying on that floor.

            “Yeah, count me in” he answered quickly, then hung up; set his phone back where he got it and climbed off the large bed. He walked over to the fully dressed woman and allowed her a moment to take in the sight of his naked body. Grabbing her hand, he kissed her wrist and pulled her flush up against his body and gave her with his most charming smile “I'm not finished with you yet.”



            30 minutes and one raspberry cheesecake later; Hermione sat forced to watch as Ginny hung off of Harry's every word, trying to engage him completely and thought of how her brother expected Hermione to be a stay at home wife just like his mother. As if, she thought to herself, the sedentary life was not for her and she did not want to be anyone's stay-at-home trophy wife. Another hour later Harry met her gaze across the table and they both knew they were having similar thoughts. How had they ended up this way? Hermione sighed and Harry's attention was diverted when Ginny took his chin in her hands and turned his face in her direction. The moment was lost and suddenly Hermione didn't feel all that excited about this outing anymore.



            By the end of the second round Draco felt content enough to let Lana go about her business. He couldn't linger for much longer anyway seeing as he had things to do that day. With a spring in his step and happier, safer images running through his head, he thought of the next night with Blaise and grinned. If he had his way, maybe he would have both of the twins to himself. Picking out his clothes and taking a quick shower. Draco got dressed and thought all is right with the world.



            Ron saw how his sister had placed a not so subtle kiss on Harry's neck and blanched but followed suit by turning to Hermione and whispering not so quietly “mum is out visiting bill and Fleur for the weekend and Dad will be busy with work. What do you say we head back to the manor and you let me unwrap my true birthday present? That's why you've really decided to take me out three months after the fact because you feel bad you missed it this year.” Hermione took a deep breathe. He could not possibly be implying what she thought he was. She needed to move this conversation elsewhere. There would be no possible way to maintain a low key re-entry to the wizarding world if she caused a scene here. She stood calmly, biting her tongue and motioned for Ron to follow her. He got up eagerly and followed her outside of the restaurant; Hermione went to the alleyway on the side of the building and turned to him. She thought she had heard a small ‘pop’ behind her but dismissed it and focused on the man in front of her.

“Were you suggesting Ronald that I wanted to take you out to lunch today, so that I can seduce you afterward as some sort of apology for missing your birthday even though my mother was hospitalized?” Ron clearly didn't understand what she was getting at “yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious, it’s why you told Gin where we were heading so that you could get her onto Harry's trail and have her out of the manor too.” Hermione could not believe the way his mind worked. It was incredible how self-centered he had turned out. She had wanted to yell but his inconsideration and stupidity took all the anger out of her. Hermione sighed for the second time in minutes and shook her head. “Ronald, I do not want to go back to your home and have sex with you, I'm not making up for missing one birthday for the first time in 11 years because I'm not sorry. Today was a chance to do something nice for you because Harry and I missed you.” Hermione watched as Ron's ears and cheeks flushed red “well why the wait Hermione? We've only been dating for 4 fucking years! I think I’ve been more than kind to go off solely the occasional hug and kiss from you. I'm a man, we have needs. How long do you assume making me wait is acceptable!” Hermione felt as though she had been slapped, her anger returned in full force and she felt her fingers twitching toward her wand. But she took a deep breath and did her best to maintain her cool. “As you well know, I’m waiting until I’m married. Also we haven't been dating for 4 years we've been on and off for 4 years, more off than on which has been highlighted by your many stints in the Daily Prophet with the various and numerous women who all wanted the great Ronald Weasley!” She knew that she should stop there but as she said out loud the things that she had bottled up, her anger only returned and took over. “Furthermore you sanctimonious prat, I've said and done nothing about it! Considering I moved away I let you have whatever fun you needed and always went back to being your girlfriend. In 4 years I haven't kissed or touched another man, which is a loyalty and consideration you have not shown me! And now that I’ve been back a week you think that you deserve to get into my knickers as some apology for me missing your birthday?! I saw the photos! You had one hell of a birthday with the Patil twins! Oh yes you've had needs Ronald Weasley and you've sated ALL of them at my expense, oh and what’s worse, how about our goodbye 4 years ago “I totally understand Hermione, I'll wait for you Hermione. That was just a load of shit! If all you wanted was to shag to your heart’s content you should have broken up with me instead of letting me think we would continue on.”

Ron stared at her and opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to get himself out of this. Hermione took a deep breath and moved her hand away from the wand that was sticking out of her jean pocket. She had disillusioned it earlier, so as to not alert any muggles but she had canceled that spell and was ready for him to piss her off even further. The fool hadn't realized that she still received wizarding news during her stay in Australia apparently. Every single time she saw something like that she had cried and wrote Harry who had immediately comforted her and apologized on the redheads behalf. Harry hadn't bothered to sugar coat it or pretend that it was anything other than what it had seemed but he had always been there for her. Ron closed his mouth and then opened it again “well then marry me...” Hermione couldn't even believe her ears.

            The witch reporter had just happened to catch a glimpse of Hermione Granger leaving the muggle restaurant as she finished a business meeting. The Daily Prophet wanted to invest in the magazine she worked for and run the more popular stories simultaneously. The reporter could envision it now; she would be the one to bring the prophet its first great story. She just could not believe that she might have been the first to know about the famous witch's return to England when Ronald Weasley came following directly after. The reporter squealed in delight and watched as Hermione headed to the adjacent alley. She had pulled out her camera before quickly apparating farther down in the same alley and hiding behind the large rubbish bin. The reporter thought she had to have been dreaming for such a scoop to land in her lap like this. She immediately cast the recording spell at an old junked out bean can that was closer to the couple than she was and began taking as many pictures as possible. The conversation had just gotten heated between the two when suddenly there was a pause and a flash of red light. Ronald Weasley's body fell prone to the ground and the witch that had been with him turned on the spot and disappeared with a pop. Lavender Brown stepped out from her hiding place and ran to pick up the dirty can, shuddering at the state of it; she tapped it twice with her wand and transferred all the audio it had recorded before tossing it. “Jackpot” she celebrated and quickly apparated to the Witch Weekly office before anyone had seen her.

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