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Tales of The Dragon and The Bookworm	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 58350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the story.

@FieryPhoenix: Thank you for the good advice. In fact, while I was writing, I wanted to keep going, but worried that it would be overkill to keep the story going. I plan to rewrite the ending of that story and will let everyone know, in case they’d like to go back and read it.

@General Crow: I had fun writing that story. The idea of awkward Draco and awkward but daring and bold (as you so aptly quoted) Hermione was something I would imagine at their age of 20/21/22. Thank you for the review!

@^.^cat: I wanted the first story to be cuter, with more light-hearted characters than what I usually write. I’m glad that came across. Thank you for the review!

@RavieSnake: I haven’t written one-shots before, but I’ve been having some issues writing the two longer stories I started, so I thought it might help to write something different. I’m glad you liked it! Thanks for the review. :)

Title: Father Knows Best

Words: ~3,500
Summary: Lucius Malfoy, in the most conniving way, forces his son to admit his feelings for Hermione.

“Miss Granger, my house elf is in need of assistance and she will not tell me what I can do to help her,” Lucius Malfoy said from Hermione’s office door.

As the Head of the Magical Creatures Division, Hermione was obligated to protect the welfare of elves, centaurs, giants, and even goblins. But, Lucius Malfoy’s appraising smirk and strapping body blocking her doorway made her feel uncomfortable.

She gave him her most professional nod. “I’ll have my best officer come to the elf’s aid, sir. Let me walk you to the office secretary and she can help you schedule an appointment.”

“Oh, no, Miss Granger, that won’t do. I only want the best, and you’re it.”

She sighed inwardly, but looked at him in question. “What is it you think I’d be able to do for your elf, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Well, she’s enceinte, you see. She doesn’t want to serve my son or I, but she punishes herself for not tending to her duties. I’ve tried to talk to her about changing her work schedule, but she goes invisible with mortification. Such a sad situation,” he said with a regretful shake of his head.

“I have meetings all afternoon, but if you’re amenable, I can come by this evening about six.”

The big, blonde man gave her a charming, genuine grin. “My gratitude to you, Miss Granger. I will see you then.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Miss Granger. It would be my utter pleasure to have you stay for dinner.”

Mr. Malfoy was standing close enough that Hermione could smell his sandalwood cologne. His wife had died five years before and he had mourned her loss, but Hermione was afraid he was focusing on her as a new love interest. As he’d guided her through the mansion, he’d taken her arm and told her details about the home. It was much too intimate for a Ministry appointment.

“Thank you, sir, but that’s not necessary.” Hermione smoothed her royal blue shift dress and pushed a wayward curl behind her ear. Fiery opal studs glinted in her lobes.

“I understand, Miss Granger. You don’t want to spend your evening with an old widower, let alone an ex-Death Eater.”

Humiliation burned hot in her cheeks as she realized his offer might be to soothe his loneliness, rather than a way to get into her knickers.

“That’s not it at all, Mr. Malfoy. I’d never want you to trouble yourself. If the offer still stands, I’d be delighted to join you for dinner.”

“Excellent. Please call me Lucius. May I call you by your given name?”

Dinner was delectable and the cozy dining room where they ate was dimly lit with candles and decorated with flowers. It was romantic. Lucius was an excellent conversationalist, asking about Hermione’s political views, her hobbies, her family, and her hopes for the future. Hermione learned about his philanthropic efforts, his interest in Muggle global politics, and his burgeoning efforts to learn to bake, which she found exceedingly charming.

At the end of the meal, Lucius walked her to the Floo and found his son brushing soot off his cloak.

“Good evening, Draco. If you would give me a moment, I would like to say good night to Hermione.”

Glaring daggers at the two, Draco pushed past them, hitting his father’s shoulder.

“Please don’t let my son’s rudeness ruin the lovely evening we’ve shared. Perhaps you’d like to join me for a drink this Friday after work?”

He was hitting on her. Oh, Merlin.

Hermione had been dating someone, but he was aloof. That someone knew if word got out he was seeing Hermione Granger, people would expect wedding bells in the future. She was the type of witch a man made his life with, not the kind of girl you’d fuck and end things with when the initial interest wore off. He saw Hermione several times a week, but whenever she hinted at developing a deeper relationship, he would make excuses as to why they needed to keep things as they were.

“Yes,” she said shyly. “Owl me the details.”

Lucius took her hand and pressed a slow, seductive kiss to her open palm.

“Good night, Hermione.”

“Hermione Granger, Father?” Draco all but shouted from the manor’s library entrance.

“I’m single, she’s single. I’m quite taken by her. I enjoyed myself immensely this evening.”

Draco found the bottle of cognac his father had opened and poured himself a generous serving.

“She’s young enough to be your daughter,” Draco said with disdain.

“Yes, I suppose she is, but wizards and witches live a long time. It would hardly be noticeable in a few years.”

“She’s Muggle-born,” Draco taunted.

Lucius shook his head at his son, disappointment evident. “I’m sorry you still harbor those prejudices. Witches like Hermione are proof positive that blood does not matter. You may see yourself out.”

With that dismissal, Draco did something he hadn’t done in many years. He stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind him. His father didn’t yet know it, but he was making a terrible mistake.

As she dressed for her evening with Lucius Malfoy, Hermione found herself brushing tears from her cheeks. She actually found Lucius to be quite the catch, just not for her. There was someone she desperately wished wanted to take her for a drink after work, but that wizard came and went into her life as he pleased. Why did she let that bloody idiot treat her like shit? She took a deep breath and considered her reasons for accepting Lucius Malfoy’s invitation. It was time to get back on the horse, so to speak. Things between her and her flighty lover were never going to progress to the place she wanted.

She wore a crème colored scoop neck dress with her hair smoothed into large waves. Dark pink lipstick made her full lips stand out in her pale face. A magenta silk wrap protected her shoulders against the October chill. Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she thought she looked sophisticated, yet daring.

“You can do this,” she said aloud to her reflection. “It’s not like you’re going to marry the man. It’s just a drink.”

“Another martini, Hermione?”

“Yes, please.”

She watched Lucius summon a waiter and place another order for drinks. Gods, did he just tell the wizard to “keep them coming”?

After work, Hermione had rushed home to change and hadn’t eaten anything for supper. The first martini had her feeling pleasantly warm and amenable to suggestion. Lucius had an arm slung behind her chair and they were quite close to each other.

“Hermione, I have to ask. Why aren’t you involved in a relationship? A witch like you, well, I would think the wizards would be blasting down your door.”

She looked down at the table, then back up at his face.

“I suppose I haven’t found the right wizard yet.”

Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear. “What do you look for in a wizard?”

From behind her, a deep voice said, “Father. May I have a word with you?”

Hermione blanched at Draco Malfoy’s interuption. He was rigid with icy cold anger, his jaw clenched and his eyes trained on the man he looked so much like.

“Is something wrong?” Lucius asked his son.

“Please excuse us, Granger,” Draco said, hauling his father up by the arm and leading him to the back of the bar.

Oh, bugger this.

Hermione grabbed her purse and shawl and fled.

“Can you just leave her alone? Date anyone else in the world, but not Granger!”

“Why, Draco? Do you hate Hermione so much you want me to have nothing to do with her?”

Draco felt like his father was looking through him, reading his body language and, yes, mocking him!

“I don’t hate her. Look, just trust me on this. Please.”

Lucius looked at his table to find it empty. “It appears our date is over, anyway,” he said sharply and walked away, his black robes billowing behind him.

Hermione sat in bed watching the telly, eating chocolate hazelnut ice cream. What a disaster that date had been! She reminded herself that nothing good would come of involving herself with the Malfoys. Perhaps she would try out one of the men her parents continuously told her about. Her mother would be thrilled to match-make for her daughter.

An owl tapped at her window, bearing a small package for her. Inside she found an antique brooch. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was platinum and pink diamonds. She unfolded a short note inside the box.

H-

Wear this next time I see you.
Dinner in Muggle London, Sunday night?
-L

There wouldn’t be a next time. She felt relief in acknowledging to herself that she didn’t want to date Lucius Malfoy, no matter how handsome, cultured, and smart he was. She’d gather the courage to talk to the erratic man she craved and create closure with him. It was time to move on.

The next morning Hermione came to with arms wrapped around her waist and her head buried in a hard chest. Why, oh, why was he here? She’d hoped to have the weekend to build her courage up to end things once and for all. Damn it, she knew she should have closed her Floo and changed the wards on her flat!

She made to move away from him, but he only held her tighter.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured.

“No. Please let go of me.” She tried to sound definitive, but she was so very sad. In her mind, she had thought something would come of this liaison.

He unhanded her and flopped onto his back. Draco scrubbed his face for a second before looking at her. She already had wet eyes.

“My father? Way to stab me in the back, Granger.”

“I don’t want to date your father, Draco! He’s got some very good qualities, but it would be too weird. Look, there’s never a good time to do this, but I think this thing between us has run its course. You come over whenever you want, get what you want, and leave. It’s not enough for me.”

“It’s not like that, Hermione,” he said quietly.

“Then what is it like? Muggles have a term for what we are: fuck buddies.”

Draco rolled his eyes at her. “Come on! Every time I finish a mission, I come straight to you. Sometimes I get called away at a moment’s notice, so we don’t see each other for a few days, but you know my work as an Auror is confidential. It could put you in danger if I told you anything. Merlin’s balls, I thought you knew all this!”

“Why would I know any of that, Draco? You don’t tell me anything!”

“We talk all the time. I know more about you than I do about anyone else.”

“Well, if you know me so well, you’d know it sucks to be your dirty little secret. Obviously, your own father didn’t know about this thing,” she said gesturing between the two of them, “or he wouldn’t have asked me out. If you’d had intentions with me, you’d have made them clear by now.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. The past few days had shocked him, to say the least. He’d truly had no idea Hermione was so unhappy with the direction of their relationship. To Draco, they’d spent the past few months getting to know each other. But apparently to Hermione, the lack of formal dating had worn on her confidence in their relationship. She didn’t even use the word “relationship” to describe what they had.

“Do you really want this to end? What you’ve seen as me hiding you away has been a different experience for me. No one has ever let me see them as honestly as you have. I like that you’ve let me into your world.”

“But you haven’t let me into yours, Draco,” she said, her voice close to breaking. “I gave you so many opportunities to meet my parents and my friends and you’ve made excuses as to why you can’t. I might not want to date Lucius, but he showed me what I was missing. I’m going into the shower and when I get out, I want you gone.”

After a good cry in the shower, Hermione dressed and made her way to her little kitchen to find Draco sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

“Draco—“ she began to say, but he cut her off.

“Just hear me out. Please.”

She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across from him. He held his cup in two hands and looked at the black liquid before he began.

“When my mother died, my father was very depressed. He was into his cups nightly and usually fairly incoherent. One evening, I was helping him into bed when he told me what he regretted most: all the times he ignored my mother in favor of work or socializing, then later putting her welfare below the orders of the Dark Lord. He said she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him and he wished he’d made love to her more often. I promised myself if I ever met anyone I felt that way about, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes my father did. Will you do something for me?”

“What?”

Draco took her hand. “Come to the manor. I’d like to introduce you to my father as my girlfriend.”

Draco knocked on the door to the library. “Father, I’d like to introduce you to someone. May we come in?”

Lucius stood and came out from behind his desk.

“Please come in,” Lucius said, making his way to the sitting area.

Draco entered the large room, pulling Hermione behind him. Lucius tipped his head to Hermione.

“Hermione, what a pleasure to see you again. I take it my son finally had some impetus to admit his feelings for you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at his father. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. It’s obvious when a wizard has found his witch.”

“Just how far were you willing to take this ruse, might I ask?” Hermione said, feeling that the situation could have become hurtful if it had gone too far.

“Not much further, Hermione. However, Draco needed to court you publicly or risk losing you to another wizard whose intentions were well-defined. I believe I admirably made my point.”

Draco was caught between wanting to punch his father’s smug face and laugh. The old bugger had interfered, but for the right reasons.

“I should return this to you.” Hermione handed Draco’s father the platinum brooch.

Eyes widening, Draco watched Lucius take the delicate piece from Hermione.

“I will give this to you again in the near future,” Lucius said to Hermione. “When do you think I will be able to present this to your witch?”

“Soon enough, Father.”

“Oh, yes,” Hermione moaned as Draco lapped at her wet folds. He pushed her legs further apart to open her body to his hungry mouth. When she began to writhe, he tongued her clit and pumped two fingers in and out of her body. Grabbing his hair, Hermione pushed his head against her core, urging him to increase his pressure. He got the hint and added a third finger, focusing on licking her in that way she liked, where he would go light directly on her button and give extra stimulation to the sensitive area around it. It had taken several tries for him to make her come this way, but now he was dedicated to getting her off with his mouth as often as he could.

“Harder, Malfoy. I’m going to come,” she panted, bucking her hips against his wet face. He started to thrust his fingers into her, faster with more pressure, and licked her with a firm tongue. Before she knew it, her limbs locked up with the impending orgasm.

“Oh, God, yes! Keep going! Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as her body throbbed as she came. Draco continued his strokes, gradually lessening the pressure and pace, as she moved against his mouth. Finally, she stilled and he rested his head on her thigh, wiping at his mouth.

He loved to fuck her when she was fresh from an orgasm, her quim fluttering around his cock as he seated himself within her. It was one of the reasons he was so intent upon seeing to her pleasure before he saw to his own.

“You’re so beautiful when you shatter,” he said, kissing her stomach, then each sensitive nipple.

His thick length brushed against her damp apex of curls and Hermione felt the stirring of desire once again. She’d never let any man have such liberties with her body, but Draco always fucked her like the world was about to end and he needed her one last time. It made her feel uninhibited.

When he got to her face, he kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue as he pushed into her. Hermione kneaded his arse as he slowly rolled his hips against her. He broke the kiss and met her eyes.

“I love you,” he said, needing her to know he wasn’t going to let her think he felt anything less.

Her hands came up to his chest and rubbed at the area above his heart. “I love you, too.”

He took her hands in his, pinning them above her head as his thrusts became faster and deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist to get him to rub her g-spot on each and every stroke. As he surged into her over and over, his balls began to tingle. When she began to moan, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Hermione loved the feral way he would growl as he came, his jaw clenched as his length pulsed within her. She arched into him as a wave of pleasure came over her. Her channel milked the remnants of his climax from his body. He shuddered in pleasure, amazed by their intense chemistry. There is no one else for me, he thought to himself.

As they lay in each other’s arms, Hermione remembered the question she’d meant to ask him.

“Why did your father say he’d return the brooch to me?”

He pushed a lock of hair out of her face and met her eyes. “The brooch is a gift from the Malfoy patriarch to his son’s intended. It was his not-so-subtle way of telling me he approves of you as a wife for me.”

She remembered how Draco had responded to his father, telling him he could give Hermione the brooch soon. She wasn’t about to push him to make a proposal. It was going to happen and she would respond enthusiastically when it did. Hermione pressed an answering kiss to his lips.

“Okay.”

This night, for the first time since they began seeing each other, they stayed in his suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor. As Draco spooned her body, she looked at his bedside table and the framed picture of her on it. She hadn’t known, but she meant more to him than she had realized.

When Draco and Hermione had married six months later, Lucius was still living in the manor. But, after he’d seen his son getting the blow job of a lifetime in one of the sitting rooms, his decision had been easy. The children needed their privacy and so did he. And he’d finally met someone and wanted the space to entertain her without interruption. His penthouse flat was unlike anywhere he had ever lived, but the fresh start had been good for him.

As Lucius made his way into the manor, he heard a peal of laughter and it made his heart expand like nothing ever had. A chubby, blonde toddler barreled toward him with arms outstretched.

“Papa!” the boy yelled when he saw his grandfather.

Lucius scooped him up and saw the boy’s mother following closely behind.

“Hello, my dear,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Hi, Dad. It’s wonderful to have you join us for lunch.”

“It’s always my pleasure to see my three favorite people. Hermione, I know you said Draco wasn’t ready for another child, but have you tried…”

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. Lucius was a schemer, but he did it for the benefit of those he loved. She would always be grateful for his initial interference, as it had given her the life she wanted.
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