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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54523 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“We’ll be back sometime late tonight,” Ellen said, pulling back from hugging Hermione.

“We’ll be here,” Hermione replied, hooking her arm through Draco’s at her side.

Gene held the front door open a bit wider to allow his wife to slip out of it after she readjusted her bag over her shoulder. He glanced back at Hermione and Draco with a parting nod just before leaving himself.

When the door clicked shut behind the Grangers, Draco puffed a breath. “What now?” he asked, still looking at the door.

Hermione turned to him. “It’s been ages since I’ve gone swimming.”

Draco slowly turned his head to look back at her, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

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“Ronald…Mon nounours?”

Ron Weasley chewed at the inside of his cheek as he read the article for the third time. He made no movement to indicate that he heard the quiet female voice calling for him as he sat stock still, eyes on the newspaper he’d finally gotten around to reading.

Gabrielle Delacour lowered her lighted wand as she slipped into the kitchen from the dark hallway. She ended her lumos with a flick when she found her fiancé seated at their table.

“Mon nounours,” she said again, “eet ees so early. Why are you up?”

Ron blinked at the newspaper and then set it down slowly upon the table. “I woke up. Couldn’t fall back asleep,” he answered in monotone. Gabrielle furrowed her silvery brows and glided to stand beside him.

“Somesing ees wrong?” she asked, looking down at him. Ron took in a giant breath and finally tore his eyes from the paper to look up at her.

“Something is wrong,” he replied, his voice turned gruff. Gabrielle’s eyes met his with tender concern as she placed a hand to his shoulder. He brought his own hand to it and squeezed it affectionately. “Gabs?” he said gently.

“Oui?” she responded expectantly. Ron’s expression became a determined scowl as he looked back at the paper.

“I need to go to London.”

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Draco lounged back on the bed in their guestroom, already dressed in his black swim trunks, and folded his arms behind his head. He eyed Hermione as she twisted her hair up to clip it off her neck. “So…can I buy you a two-piece now?”

Hermione shot him a look that teetered between irritated and amused. “No,” she replied, finishing her hair and turning to face him. He pouted.

“But I’ve already seen, well… everything,” he popped his brows. She chucked her hair pick at him. He laughed as he ducked away from it on the bed. “Can I help it that you’re sexy as hell?”

“This isn’t revealing enough?” Hermione asked, hands on her hips, inclining her head downward to the snake skin print swimwear she had on. Draco didn’t answer right away and instead swung his legs over the side of the bed and jumped up. He looked her up and down as he stepped up to her.

“I won’t deny that you look incredible in this,” he said, slipping his hands around her waist, “but this is one of those less-is-more situations.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You are not buying me anything. This is enough.”

“I’ll buy you whatever I damn well please,” Draco retorted. Hermione poked him in the stomach causing him to chuckle and take a step back.

“You’re on a budget now, remember?” she chided as he rubbed at his bare abs.

“I’ll always make sure I have enough to spoil you,” he grinned. “I bought you something just today, in fact...while I was out with your father.”

Hermione narrowed suspicious eyes at him. “Like what?”

Draco shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t a two-piece,” he said, snatching up the towel she’d brought out for him. He turned a roguish smile to her. “Race you to the pool?”

“Draco,” Hermione began to pry, “what did you buy m-”

But Draco strolled toward the door. “Let’s go, princess,” he ordered over his shoulder, “I want to get you wet.”

“Tell me what you got -“

“Nope!” he hollered merrily as he jaunted out of sight into the hallway. With a grinning huff, Hermione grabbed her own towel and then jogged out of the room to try and catch up to him. When she finally got to the open back patio doors she found Draco standing stock still beside the pool.

“Stop,” he warned loudly at the sound of her sliding the doors shut. “Don’t come closer.”

Hermione tensed at the tone of his voice. “What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.

Draco shook his head and tossed his towel on a nearby chair. He squatted down at the very edge of the pool and gave the water a shifty look as he sniffed. “Something’s wrong with this water,” he said concernedly. Hermione ignored his warning to stay away and came up beside him and looked down.

“What do you mean? It looks fine to me,” she said, dipping a toe in. Draco immediately grabbed her leg and yanked her back.

“No!” he shouted at her. “Don’t touch it!”

Hermione stumbled a step back and then steadied herself. “Draco!?” she half-yelled back at him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco ignored the question as he snatched her towel from her hand and started hastily wiping at her wet foot. “Are you alright?” he questioned urgently, inspecting her skin. “Does it burn?”

Hermione gawked down at him. “What are you doing? My foot is perfectly fine.”

“You put it in that water,” he said angrily. “I told you, something’s wrong with it. It smells caustic. Someone must’ve dumped something in it.”

Hermione’s concerned frown lifted with sudden understanding. “You’re cute when you’re protective,” she said. Draco looked entirely nonplussed at her happy disposition.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” she asked seriously, edging closer to the pool ledge.

Draco blinked at her as he stood up. “Yeees…?” he answered warily, drawing the word out.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Hermione said, now grinning.

“Well, you’re making me nervous,” he replied, his vision locked onto her feet inching toward the water.

“This is a Muggle pool,” she said as if that ought to have been enough explanation to quash his unease. But Draco merely continued to frown at her and she held out her hand to him.

“The water is supposed to smell this way. I promise it is safe. Now, come here,” she ordered. Draco still looked unsure, but dropped her towel and reached out to clasp her hand. Hermione tugged him closer to her side.

“Do you trust me?” she asked him again. Draco’s grey eyes searched her face for a moment before he nodded.

“Yes.”

Hermione leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Then jump with me,” she whispered. He smiled.

“Do you remember what happened the first time you suggested I jump with you?” he said, alluding to their time on the trampoline. Hermione squeezed his hand.

“How could I forget?”

They gazed fondly at each other for a moment until Hermione squeezed his hand again.

“Well,” she began, “shall we go on three then - aaah!”

A surprised screech tore from her as Draco suddenly grabbed her about the waist and flung them both into the pool.

“You prat!” Hermione roared with a laugh the moment she resurfaced, swiping the water from her face. She blinked around rapidly in confusion at the quick realization that she’d surfaced alone. “Draco?”

She squinted around to try and make out his form beneath the water. “Draco?” she repeated, twisting about in place rapidly to scan the entire pool. She found him a few feet away, still submerged up to his eyes and staring at her over the water like a crocodile.

“What has gotten into you?” she asked, shaking her head at him. He merely winked at her before sinking beneath the surface again. Hermione watched his blurry image as he swam under the water toward and then around her. She kicked at him and he grabbed her ankle.

“Draco!” she cackled in merriment as he tried to tug her under. She kicked at him again with her other foot and she felt his hands shift from her ankle to smooth up her leg. She gazed down to see him staring up at her, his mouth and nose surrounded by a large bubble of air.

“What are you doing?” she mouthed down at him. He smirked and ran his hands up to the edges of her swimsuit at her hips. He started to slip his fingers beneath.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Hermione squealed as she grasped at his hands with her own. She quickly whispered the incantation for her own bubble-head charm and then plunged herself below only to be immediately entrapped by Draco’s arms.

Hermione wriggled within his embrace and laughed inside her bubble as Draco brought their heads together. His lips formed an O as he blew to expand his air bubble causing it to envelope Hermione’s and then spread around both of their heads.

“Having fun?” Hermione asked laughingly, her voice echoing around the bubble with a tinny warble. Draco smiled.

“I’d forgotten how cool this charm is,” he said, his eyes darting around at the flexing walls of the air pocket. “I haven’t done it in ages.”

“You got over your fear of the water rather quickly,” Hermione said smugly.

Draco shrugged. “Well, you said it was safe and I believe you. Besides…I told you I wanted to get you wet,” he said with a suggestive smirk. Hermione wrinkled her nose at him playfully as she kicked her legs to wiggle free of him. She took a deep breath from their combined bubble before pulling her head away from Draco to leave him alone within it and then, without warning, swiped her hand over it. It popped rather dramatically and Hermione shot herself to the surface as Draco floundered on the pool bottom at his unexpected loss of air.

After wiping the water from her eyes, Hermione peered down just as Draco popped up. When he broke the plane he whipped his head back, creating a dramatic spray of droplets that went in all directions. Hermione cringed slightly as they pelted her and Draco laughed as he slicked back his hair with both hands.

“Who’s afraid of the water now,” he teased, blinking at her through the water clinging to his lashes. Hermione rolled her eyes as she fought to wrangle her wet hair, which had come free, back into the clip.

“Well, this is a lost cause,” she growled in frustration, giving up when her hair refused to cooperate.

“Here,” Draco said, holding out his hand for the clip. Hermione looked at him with mild surprise but placed the hair accessory in his palm. “Turn around,” he ordered.

A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as Hermione complied and turned about to face away from him. Draco closed the rest of the short distance between them and then placed the clip lightly between his teeth as he began to gather up her soggy curls in his hands.

Hermione closed her eyes as Draco pulled her hair up and twisted as he’d seen her do earlier. He held the mass with one hand as he took the clip and pressed it to her head.

“Funny to think that I used to fantasize about cutting this hair off,” he said, tucking an escaped tendril into the twist, “when all I want to do now is watch it bounce around your face.”

Hermione opened her eyes. “You used to fantasize about cutting off my hair?” She tried to turn around to look at him, but he slipped his arms around her again and press himself against her.

“Every day,” he purred, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. Hermione’s breath caught and he smirked. “It started after you accidentally whipped me in the face with it during Care of Magical Creatures. You were backing away from one of those godsawful skrewts just as I was running past to that smelly little cabin to seek safety and you got me right in the face with it,” he recollected with a nostalgic fondness as he began to tug Hermione idly through the water.

“Umm…” she tried not to smile as she lazily kicked her feet while they moved, “that wasn’t exactly an accident.”

Draco’s mouth stilled on its way down the side of her neck. “Come again?” he said.

Hermione turned her face to see him. “I remember that and…well, I, uh…I sort of…did that on purpose.”

“I’m sorry,” Draco said, tightening his arms slightly, “did you just say that you whipped me in the face with your hair on purpose?”

Hermione shrugged sheepishly in his grasp. “Well… you were being a brat. In my teenaged brain a little hair in the face seemed an appropriate comeuppance.”

Draco chuckled darkly. “Appropriate comeuppance…hmm. So do I get to punish you now for your petty vigilantism?” he asked before biting the top of her shoulder. Hermione shrieked and wriggled madly against him as he added a bit of tickling to his decade-old retaliation.

“Draco! Draco, stop! Draco!!” she laughed raucously.

“Say you’re sorry for assaulting me with your beautiful hair!” Draco hollered back as he kept on poking her ribs. “And apologize for punching me in third year while you’re at it!”

Hermione screamed in tortured delight and flailed. “Never!” she yelled as she swished her hand forcefully through the water sending a wave right into his face. He let go of her at once as he spluttered. Hermione spun about and immediately looked repentant as Draco choked to catch his breath.

“Dirty play,” he wheezed, squinting at her through tearing eyes.

“Are you alright?” she asked sincerely.

He spit out his tongue and wiped his fingers over it. “Glagh,” he made a disgusted face, “this water tastes funny too.”

“Well, it’s not meant to be consumed,” Hermione replied, apologetically pushing his soaked fringe off his forehead.

Draco rubbed a hand over his face and then looked around at the small waves breaking against their bodies. “So…tell me why this water smells and tastes like it should kill me.”

Hermione sniffed at the air. “Your nose must be really sensitive; I can barely smell it.”

“What is it?” he prompted again.

“Chlorine,” she answered, watching her own hand as she glided it through the water. “Muggles use a safe compound of it as a biocide to keep water clean.”

Draco snorted. “Seems contradictory to include the words ‘safe’ and ‘biocide’ together in the same description,” he said. Hermione smirked at him.

“It’s safe for humans. Not safe for algae,” she chuckled.

“Clever of them, though,” Draco added, “Muggles, I mean…always finding ways of doing things. I find it impressive.”

Hermione nodded. “And we’ve barely scratched the surface of Muggle innovation in your learnings.”

Draco looked thoughtful and swam forward to ring her in his arms again. “Show me more, then.”

Hermione met his gaze as they tread water together. “I was curious about that, actually.”

He hummed at her in inquiry and she bit her lip. “Well…I know we’ve been telling my parents that you’re still interested in discovering their culture, but…” she trailed off.

Draco’s smile faded. “But what?”

“The only reason you started this whole ‘learning’ experience was to get me to spend time with y-”

“Can’t we just enjoy ourselves?” Draco interrupted, his eyes suddenly pleading. “Can we not talk…just swim and-”

“We need to talk,” Hermione said firmly, pushing at his chest.

His arms fell away from her as he backed away. “Alright…Let’s talk then,” he said in monotone. Hermione cringed slightly at the mask of indifference that began settling over his face.

“Please don’t,” she said. He stared at her.

“Please don’t what?”

Hermione sighed. “Draco…we need to be able to just talk to each other.”

“What do we need to talk about?” he asked stiffly.

“Many things,” she answered patiently. “But for starters, I want to know how dedicated you actually are to this. Do you want to learn just enough to get by, or-”

Draco cut her off. “I want to learn EVERYTHING,” he said seriously.

Hermione hesitated at his intensity. “Why?” she inquired guardedly. He looked away from her.

“Draco…”

“What else do you want to talk about?” he tried to divert.

Hermione frowned at him. “Why won’t you answer me?

Draco glanced back up at her. “Because I don’t want you to take my answer the wrong way.”

“What do you mean?” she asked quietly, her tone cautious.

Draco studied her face for a moment and then lifted his left arm from the water and held it up. Hermione’s eyes darted to his Dark Mark but slid swiftly back to his face.

He turned his head to look upon his arm with contempt. “I want to learn everything, do everything,” his upper lip rose as he spoke, “because I can think of no better ‘fuck you’ to the man that did this to me than for me, the perfect pureblood heir, to willingly turn myself into what he hated most…and to enjoy every fucking second of doing so.”

Hermione swallowed hard as she watched him glare at his Mark. “So…so you’re still just using me,” she said quietly. Draco lowered his arm and looked back up at her.

“You see,” he said with a scowl, “that’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d take it that way. That’s not how it is at all.”

“Then explain it to me,” she ordered calmly.

Draco looked deep in thought. “If you decided you’d had enough of showing me new things right now...it would be fine. But I’d figure out a way to continue learning it on my own.”

Hermione swam back into his arms. “Why?” she asked gently.

He finally smiled again. “This Muggle stuff,” he went on, looking down at her, “making magic without magic…feeling the physical world in a way I never even considered to be possible… I’ve never felt…freer.”

He brought a dripping hand up from the water to cup Hermione’s face. “You freed me. Freed me from ignorance. From my fear. From a life without choice. You…the fact that you continue to free me every day…that you’re willing to keep helping me…it baffles me.”

Hermione smiled up at him silently and then set her lips to his. Draco responded at once, gripping her so tightly he lifted her. The passion of the kiss elevated swiftly. They grasped at each other, moving through the water together in a mass of groping hands and harsh panting breaths. Draco suddenly pulled back. He gasped for air, as he grabbed for the edge of the pool and tugged them over to it so he could touch bottom.

“Need traction,” he explained promptly at Hermione’s questioning glance. She bit her lip in lustful anticipation at that and Draco grinned salaciously before capturing her mouth with his own again. His hands travelled up her body as his lips and tongue began to wander down her jaw to her neck.

“We…should…talk…more…often,” Draco breathed out between kisses, his hands finally at her shoulders. Hermione blinked up at the sky, her fingers in his wet hair, as he hooked his into the straps of her suit and pulled them down her upper arms.

“We need to talk,” she whispered reluctantly. Draco ignored her and ducked his head down to her bared chest. “Draco…” Hermione gasped, her head falling back as he laved at her right breast just above the water’s surface. “We…we…we need to…talk,” she stuttered out.

“Then talk,” Draco mumbled against her skin as he reached up and pulled her arms down from his head to permit her suit straps to fully come free. She languidly allowed him to slip one of his hands down the back of the loosened swimsuit to grip her bum and then raised her legs one at a time as he yanked the suit the rest of the way off. He chucked it up onto the patio where it landed with a slop.

Hermione moaned as Draco’s hands returned to her torso, pressing her into the pool’s wall, his head still bowed to her breasts. Her fingers threaded into his hair again as she panted from his ministrations, her eyes fluttering shut as his hands slipped lower.

“Draco,” she said just as his fingers began to trail down the V of her hips, “do…do you want me to take your name?”

His hands and mouth stopped at once.

Nothing but the sounds of the lightly sloshing water and the pool’s filtration system were heard in the silence that followed the question. Draco brought his hands back to Hermione’s waist and rested his forehead against her collar bone.

“Must we talk about this now?” he groaned.

Hermione gently tugged on his hair to force him to look up at her. “Yes,” she said.

Draco huffed impatiently. “Yes, I would prefer us to share a surname,” he answered her question in a rush, “can I resume worshipping your body now?” He began to duck his head again, but Hermione pushed him back.

“Draco, please…this is important,” she said seriously. “There are still so many things that we have yet to address and-”

“And we can address them all later,” he interrupted. He pursed his lips at her sternly when she opened her mouth to object again and she snapped it shut. “I have you alone. Starkers. In a pool. In a beautiful garden,” he went on determinedly. “We have HOURS of time to ourselves tonight. I promise that later we can talk about whatever you like for as long as you like, so long as you let me pleasure the fuck out of you RIGHT NOW.”

A surprised, strangled noise caught in Hermione’s throat as a lovely flush colored her cheeks. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she blinked at him, her eyes filled with her obvious conflict between wanting to talk and wanting him to continue his plan.

Draco read her expression and then sighed as he took hold of her left hand and lifted it from the water.

Without a word, he tugged his family ring from her finger and chucked it over his shoulder. Hermione watched in mild shock as it sailed over the pool into the dense vegetation of her parents’ garden and disappeared. She snapped her attention back to him to see him fumbling with the tiny pocket sewn just inside the waistband of his trunks.

“Draco, what’re you-” Hermione wasn’t able to finish the question before Draco extracted his hand and held it up to reveal something shiny pinched between his fingers. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the glinting diamond ring. “Where did… how… is this what you bought today?” she stammered.

Draco gently slid the ring onto her finger. “Your father might’ve taken us by a jeweler,” he said. He raised her hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Fun fact: My credit card still works,” he mumbled as he lowered her hand. Hermione didn’t respond and Draco looked up to find her staring at the ring with a blank expression.

“Um,” he cleared his throat, suddenly looking unsure, “if…if you uh, don’t like it I’ve thirty days to exchang-”

“No,” Hermione cut him off. She met his uncertain gaze. “I love it.”

She peered back down at it and gently tilted her hand to catch the sun in the diamonds as she inspected the intricate, vine design that made up the band. “It…it reminds me of the carvings on-”

“Your wand,” Draco finished for her. He smiled at her dazed nod. “Yeah, that’s why I chose it,” he added quietly.

Hermione’s lip trembled slightly in the brief silence that followed as she studied his pensive face. After a moment, Draco swallowed hard and inhaled a deep breath.

“I am committed to this,” he said seriously, bringing her hand up in his own again to rub a thumb over her ring. “I know it was fast and I know we are young and I know a million other things need to be done…but I know what I want. And I want this. I want this mind,” he said, letting go of her hand to place his palms to either side of her head. “And I want this soul,” he added, moving his hands to rest over her heart. “And I want this body.” He smoothed his hands down her ribs to her waist.

Hermione yelped in surprise as he then, without warning, hefted her up from the water to sit her on the pool’s edge. She braced herself quickly and then immediately tried to cover her middle with her arms. Draco grunted in displeasure and tugged her hands away before spreading her legs and moving to stand between them in the pool. He ran his fingers up her thighs again and rested them at her sides.

“I will always want this,” he repeated fiercely before kissing along a line of her scars. Hermione made a quiet moan and Draco pulled back to gaze up at her.

“I…I want this too,” she whispered down at him. Draco smiled but then suddenly looked to her right when something caught his eye.

“What is it?” Hermione asked in concern when he stopped and frowned.

He cocked his head to the side as he regarded a small statuette nestled beside a potted plant behind her. “What is that?” he asked curiously.

Hermione turned to look over her shoulder. “What,” she asked, brow furrowing at the space behind her, “the gnome?”

“WHERE!?” Draco shouted in alarm, kicking and splashing as he hastily and immediately moved himself to the safety of the pool’s middle. “Kill it!”

Hermione gawked at him. “Draco, what in the-”

“Did you get it!?” He shuddered dramatically and cast panicked eyes around himself. “Did you get it!?”

Hermione bit her lip as the realization hit her. “I forgot,” she said, trying to mask her amusement, “you’re afraid of gnomes.”

He shuddered again and shook his head rapidly. “Don’t even say the word. Ugh…horrible, nasty things.”

Hermione did a quick, wandless accio to bring the small, clay garden decoration to her hand. She held it up. “Draco…this is a MUGGLE gno-”

Draco made a disgruntled growl and she didn’t finish the word.

“It’s inanimate, and looks nothing like the real thing,” she explained patiently. She tapped her nail against it to demonstrate its lifeless state, but Draco still scowled at the squat little man wearing a pointy red hat in her hand.

“Well, I don’t like the Muggle ones either,” he snarled.

Hermione smiled and gently tossed the gnome into a dense patch of the garden where it disappeared from view behind the lush leaves. “All better?” she grinned at Draco.

He pouted in the direction that she’d sent the little statue but cut through the water to bring himself back between her legs. “For now,” he said with one last shifty glare at the tropical plants.

Hermione reached forward and combed her fingers through his hair as she wrapped her legs around his back. “I promise to protect you from the big, bad gnomes,” she teased.

“Watch it, witch,” he growled back, but smirked at her cheek. She gave a hard tug to his hair as she quirked a feisty brow.

“I believe you were intent on pleasuring the fuck out of me?” she said and then shivered as she watched Draco’s pupils blow in an instant.

He made a feral rumbling noise and slid his hands up her thighs as he fixed her with his lust-glazed stare. “Right you are,” he said, gripping his hands to her arse to tug her closer and then swiftly set his mouth to her.

Hermione’s nails reflexively dug into his scalp as she bucked into his face. “Holy shit,” she gasped. He chuckled darkly.

“Ah, Mia,” he whispered huskily against her, “we’re only getting started.”
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