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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione's right leg and arm were sprawled over Draco, her head on his chest. His right arm was draped around her, holding her to him. His thumb softly rubbing her hip. She knew he was eager to find out what had her so upset, but she hoped he would lay with her a little longer. Who knew when, or even if, he would ever hold her like this again.
"You ok?" He whispered as he looked down at her, a small smile on his face.
She smiled back at him, softly. "Yes, that was lovely, thank you. Thank you for taking care of me."
He stroked her cheek. "Always. Now what had you so upset earlier? Are you going to tell me or do I need to get your purse?"
She swallowed as she ran her hands through the small thatch of hair on his torso. She wouldn't look at him. "I think you're going to just have to see for yourself."
When he started to shift her off him, she held him tighter. "Not yet, please!"
"Hey," he whispered reassuringly. "What could possibly have you so undone? This isn't like you!"
"Just, lay here with me...just a little longer." She looked up at him with troubled, pleading eyes.
He watched her, worry lines across his forehead. He continued stroking her cheek and softly rubbed her head. Hermione loved how tender Draco was after intimacy. Even when they were having a D/s scene he would always take care of her afterwards. She would miss him terribly if it ended.
"I'm…I'll be right back. I can't wait any longer, I have to see what has you tied up in knots!" He slid out from under her and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms before leaving the bedroom.
Interesting choice of words. Hermione pulled herself up and leaned against the headboard. Draco was carrying her purse when he walked back into the bedroom only seconds later.
She looked up at him and met his questioning gaze. "It's ok. It's an envelope. You can't miss it."
Draco opened her bag and pulled the envelope out, setting her bag on the chair at the foot of his bed. He opened it and pulled out the contents, his jaw falling open and his eyes wide with shock as he flipped through the photos. "Who? When?" He asked without looking at her as he flipped through them.
"Theo... Taken right before and right after we married. Read the letter."
Draco sank on to the bed, sitting on the edge as he read. After he finished, he didn't say anything. He slipped the photos and the letter back into the envelope and walked over to the chair where he gently placed the envelope back into her bag.
Hermione couldn't take his silence. "Say something," she whispered.
Draco didn't look at her and he didn't say anything. He stared at the floor, one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his eyes and his face. His voice was calm, but Hermione could tell he was fighting to stay in control. "Clearly, these photos can't get out," he said, still not looking at her.
"Clearly," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the words she knew he would say.
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the loud shattering crash. She looked up, Draco's face beat red with fury, still not looking at her. The vase that had been on the mantle, now destroyed into glass shards. There was a hole in the wall where it had impacted.
"Fuuuuck!" He bellowed as he started to pace.
Hermione watched him, unsure if he would turn his anger towards her for having let herself be photographed in such a way. Of course, she hadn't known she was being photographed, but still. She blamed herself, she couldn't fault him for blaming her as well. Clearly, she had not been observant enough of her surroundings. Obviously, her wards had not been sufficient. Some of the photos had been taken at Theo's, but most had been at her old place.
Hermione began to slide out of bed and Draco's eyes shifted to her movement. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice and expression tense, angry.
Hermione paused, looking at him. She needed to leave. Clearly, he was angry and wanted her gone.
When she didn't answer, some of the rage began to leave his face. "I just need to think for a minute, Granger."
Hermione continued to slide off the bed until she was sitting on the edge. "I'll talk to Theo. I'll show it to him. Maybe he'll be able to help."
Draco laughed without humor, shaking his head. "This is going to make Theo a very happy man."
Hermione shook her head at him. "Theo cares about me, he wouldn't want his mother to release these photos. Maybe...maybe he'll be able to help."
Draco looked at her disbelievingly. "Hermione, please don't tell me that after being with the wizard for over eight years you still don't know him." When she just stared at him, not responding, he replied in a tone quite condescending. "He's a Slytherin, Granger. He will try to manipulate this to his advantage."
Hermione shook her head. "What choice do I have, Draco? I have to go back to him! I either have to do as the letter says or I have to appeal to him to help me. He's a good man. Despite everything, I have to believe that! I have to believe he'll help me. He can...I don't know…he can tell his mother he doesn't love me anymore, talk her into letting him divorce me. Maybe if the divorce were initiated by him she would stomach it better."
He shook his head, disdain in his voice, once again. "You still believe that everyone is noble and good. Despite what you've seen in this world...you're naive, Granger. Theo will use this to manipulate you back into his life."
"No, I...I'm not naïve...but, I...I think I know my husband."
"You sure about that? He cheated on you for years. You didn't have a clue! Now you just want to put your faith in him?"
Hermione stared at him, her arms crossed, her anger building. Anger at him for saying the words, anger at herself for the words being true.
Draco stared at the floor. After a minute he asked, calmly. "I wonder when she expects you to do this."
Hermione swallowed. "It arrived, charmed with a confirmation read seal this afternoon."
He shook his head. "Well then, she knows you've read it. She'll expect you to act soon. Have you considered talking to her?"
"And say what?" Hermione asked as her anger and frustration continued to build. "She doesn't want a divorce tarnishing the family! She overly dotes on Theo. She always has. He does nothing wrong in her eyes – except fall in love with me. Second to the family name, she cares about his happiness more than anything else." She stared at the broken vase. "I wish I had leverage over her. Maybe...maybe if I can get my hands on those journals? She wouldn't want those to get out."
Draco turned to her, eye alight with agreement. "Yes, that's a good idea." He stared at her, thinking. "Would it be obvious to an outsider that it's him? Is his name mentioned outright in the entries?"
Hermione swallowed. "I…I don't know for sure. I only read a few entries from one of the four journals." She chewed her lip. "I need to get my hands on them." She shook her head, resignation in her voice. "I have to go back to him. I have to ask him to help and if he says no, I'll have to get my hands on those journals. Maybe there are other...I don't know…love letters or photos of them together. I need to go through the spare bedroom office and see what I can find."
Draco sighed. "I can't believe this is happening." He turned to her. "I just got you...I don't want to lose you." He took her hand and held it. After a minute, he pulled her to him. He held her tight, kissing her hair.
She swallowed. "Draco, if those photos get leaked, my reputation will be ruined. I won't blame you...you know, if you don't want me anymore."
His eyes shot down to hers. "I've told you...countless times, Hermione. I want you. This doesn't change that. It just...it just means we would have to keep our relationship a secret, that's all."
She bit her lip, understanding why he said it, but slightly heartbroken all the same. There was a piece of her that had wanted him to tell her to forget about the pictures. To let Ezmirelda spread them. That he didn't care and that she shouldn't either. To screw the wizarding community. She wanted him to say that no matter what, he would stand by her and be there for her. She would ignore him, of course, and do whatever she had to do to keep Ezmirelda from spreading them. It would have been nice if he had said the words, all the same. She knew it was an unreasonable desire, though, and she didn't fault him.
She pushed away from him. "I need to leave. I need to talk to him."
He nodded and waved his wand, her clothes floating from the other room onto the bed. He watched her dress. "We'll figure something out, Hermione. Don't do anything rash. Don't make any promises you aren't sure about." He paused. "We'll try it your way. Even though I know he won't help you without getting something in return."
Hermione walked past him, picking up her bag. "Well, let's hope it's something I can live with. At least until I figure out how to deal with his vile mother."
"When will I hear from you? I'm gonna lose my mind tonight...you know that, right?"
Hermione smiled up at him. "No matter what, Draco. You're the one I want. I'm fighting for myself, but I'm also fighting for us. I'll contact you as soon as I can. I just don't know when that will be and what the circumstances are. If we're lucky, you'll see me later tonight."
"You're so naive, Angel." He stepped towards her, pulling her close. "Don't leave me hanging."
"I won't," she smiled up at him. She surprised herself when the words came out her mouth. "I've fallen in love with you, Draco Malfoy."
His eyes grew wide. He swallowed and kissed her passionately.
Hermione apparated home to shower. She changed into the baggy jeans and red sweater that Theo hated. She took her hair down and mussed it a bit, making it look messy. She didn't want to look attractive, desirable. She brushed her teeth and looked at her reflection. He'll help you. He has to!
Five minutes later Hermione found herself standing at the door to the apartment, the apartment which had been her home for seven years. She took a deep breath and drew her shoulders up, reaching up to knock.
When the door opened, Hermione froze. Ezmirelda Knott stood before her. The horrid woman's five-foot-ten-inch frame towering; a scowl and a sneer of triumph on her face.
Hermione didn't say anything, the scorching look of hatred she shot at the older woman told it all.
"Theo, darling!" The wretched woman crooned. "Look who's come to visit."
Theo stepped up behind his mother, his hands holding a dish towel. His jaw dropped open in shock at seeing her. "Hermione!" The smile and joy that came over his face at seeing her thawed her anger, she had to remember he was not part of this blackmail. He stepped past his mother, gesturing her inside. "Come in, come in."
Ezmirelda stepped back, a fake smile plastered across her overly made-up face. Ezmirelda was tall and thin. Her dyed blonde hair cut into a sharp bob. She was dressed in a striking, designer muggle silk pant suit. Designer muggle heels to match. As if reading the young witch's mind, the old bat explained. "Please excuse my unconventional attire. I've just come from my monthly Muggle-born outreach meeting. I find that dressing in muggle clothes makes the muggle parents more comfortable."
Hermione rolled her eyes internally at the gall of the witch. The woman hated Muggle-borns, yet she was a co-chair of the MOS, otherwise known as the Muggle-born Outreach Society. It was a committee of snooty, pureblood witches who met with Muggle-born parents and Muggle-borns. Supposedly with the intention of making the transition to the wizarding world easier. It was all a farce and a front to disguise the utter contempt and hatred most of the witches on the committee felt toward Muggle-borns. Narcissa Malfoy was also a member and Hermione had no doubt she was every bit as two-faced as the bitch standing before her.
Hermione didn't respond and simply stared at the woman, an equally fake smile plastered on her face. Ezmirelda looked away from Hermione, kissing her son on his cheek. "I must run darling. It's getting late. Let's have lunch this week."
"Uhhh, sure Mom." He responded absently, his eyes still on Hermione.
Ezmirelda grabbed her robes and bag and shot Hermione a look of warning and hatred as she left; the sickening sweet smell of her perfume lingering behind her.
Theo shook his head. "Hermione what are you doing here? Did you come to get the rest of your stuff?" His voice was kind, hopeful.
"Actually, I need to talk to you, Theo."
The wizard swallowed, unable to conceal the hope in his eyes. "Of course, Hermione. Whatever you want. I'm just thrilled to see you!"
Hermione nodded and walked into the living room, sitting on the chair by the fireplace.
"Can I get you anything? Tea? A glass of wine?"
She looked up at him and shook her head. "No. No, thanks."
Theo's face fell as he noticed the worry that was etched across her face. He knew his wife, he knew her well, and something was really bothering her. "Hermione, what is it? Are you ok?" He sat on the end of the sofa, closest to her chair.
She shook her head, her voice shaky. "No, Theo. I'm not."
Theo's heart started to race. Was she coming back? Was she here to confess her unhappiness and how unhappy she was without him? He didn't dare to hope. "Tell me, Kitten. What is it?"
She swallowed, fighting the emotion that was beginning to swell within her.
"Theo, you would never hurt me, right? I mean – intentionally?"
Theo shook his head slowly. "I would never do anything to hurt you. The fact that I did is tearing me up inside. I love you, Kitten. You're still my world, you know that." He reached forward and took her hand. "I'll never do anything to hurt you again. If you give me another chance, you won't regret it. I promise!"
Hermione looked at him sadly. "I'm not here to ask you back, Theo. I'm here because I need your help so that I can move on with my life."
The let down and hurt on Theo's face was jarring and Hermione felt guilty for not having approached him differently. Coming to him like a wounded bird might not have been the best option, however, letting him be the knight in shining armor who comes to her rescue might be just what he needs.
"I'm being blackmailed, Theo. Blackmailed to take you back."
The look of confusion on his face was genuine. Hermione had no doubt he knew nothing of his mother's scheming. "What?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. The shock of her words stunning him.
She reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She handed it to him, her whole arm trembling. Theo took the envelope, his eyes not leaving her face.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the photos. His eyes just about popped out of his head. "What the…?" He flipped through them quickly and swallowed. "Don't tell me Daphne has..."
Hermione interrupted him. "Not Daphne, Theo. Your vile mother. Read the letter."
Theo's eyes shot up to hers, disbelief on his face. "My mother? What?"
"Just read it." Hermione stood up and began to pace. It had come down to this moment, she would know shortly whether Draco had the right of it or if she did.
"Wow," he whispered, more to himself than anything. "She, she didn't want me to marry you, it's true. I…I never told you that."
Hermione smirked, "Theo, I've always known your mother hated me. I just always thought it was because of your Dad...you know...being a Death Eater and all."
He was quiet as he flipped through the photos once again.
"Theo, help me. Help me make this go away. She's your mother, you can tell her to not do this."
He leaned back on the sofa, watching her...thinking. Hermione began to feel uneasy as his expression began to change from one of an injured and adoring puppy to a touch of the self-assured confidence he displayed when they were dating. She swallowed.
His words were slow, his eyes studying her. "Hm, of course, Kitten. Of course, I'll help you. The question is, what is the best way to help you?" Hermione didn't notice the renewed twinkle in his eyes or the slight upturn of his mouth.
Hermione let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, Theo! I knew you wouldn't let me down. I knew you'd help."
He stood up and slowly stalked towards her. "You did the right thing coming to me." He pulled her into his arms and gave her a hug, breathing her in.
Alarm bells began going off in Hermione's head.
"I know how to help you, Kitten. I know what you need and I'll take care of everything."
Hermione froze as his hand rubbed up and down her back; his presence and voice morphing more and more into the wizard of her past. She swallowed and pushed back from him gently, not wanting to anger or offend him. She slowly moved her gaze up to his face, already knowing what she would see.
She swallowed heavily as she stared into the face of a man she hadn't seen in five years. Controlling, confident, a force – Dominant Theo was back.
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Hermione stepped back from him. Shaking her head. "What are you doing, Theo?"
A mischievous smile crept over his face as his eyes moved from her eyes to her lips and back. "Taking care of you." He said simply, softly.
"No, this isn't taking care of me. This is you manipulating the situation!" She crossed her arms and stared up him, fury building. Damn that ferret for being right!
Theo shrugged, his cocky smile still present. "Call it what you want, Kitten, but I know how to make you happy. I know how to make this marriage work. I'll fight for you, and if this is what it takes, I won't hesitate."
"Theo, no matter what, I'll never come back to you. I came to you tonight because I thought I could trust you and thought you'd help me."
"I am helping you, Kitten." He stepped away from her and sat on the sofa, his eyes raking up and down her form. "You'll move back in. We'll slowly rebuild. We'll be better than we were before." He sighed, his voice less confident, his tone more pleading. "I'll...I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Hermione." Dominant Theo was gone. Every day, sweet Theo was back. Hermione internally rolled her eyes.
Her words were adamant. "I'm with Draco, now. It's over Theo. I've moved on."
The look of rage on Theo's face took Hermione aback, instantly regretting her words.
His voice was cold. "Well, you won't see him again. That's over. Get it in your head. I won't allow it!"
Hermione was blinded with fury. "You won't allow it? Are you bloody kidding me? Please tell me you're joking and you don't honestly think I'll let you control who I see or what I do!"
Theo picked up the envelope and played with it in his fingers. "I wonder what the first headline of the Daily Prophet will be after these are released?"
Hermione's stomach dropped. "Theo, please...see reason. You cheated on me! You abandoned our marriage five years ago! I've found some happiness. I will not let you take it away from me!"
She watched as he closed his eyes, when he opened them his face was anguished. Hermione could see his internal battle displayed plainly on his face. He was torn between doing what was right and what he wanted. Hermione watched with trepidation as his look morphed back into the confident wizard from a moment ago. Determination clear on his features, he looked up at her. "You'll be here every night. You'll give me a chance to make things right. You'll come back to our bed. We'll exist as husband and wife." He sighed heavily. "I'll let you…you can do what you want during the day. Run your business, fuck Draco, do whatever you need, but you will not stop being my wife. In time, you'll see I'm right. In time, you'll thank me. It won't be long until you give him up...or he gives up on you. Either way, eventually…you'll fall in love with me again."
Hermione stared at him, realizing how desperate he really was. She couldn't believe he just said she could fuck Draco. Clearly, he was grasping, searching for the words that would make her give in, as if the blackmail wasn't already enough.
He stood and walked towards her. All she could do was stare at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "Theo…who are you? Do you know me at all? I will never love you again! You'll only force me to despise and hate you if you take advantage of me this way. I came to you with this because I trusted you!"
His look was soft, and he sighed with resignation. "Yes, it's unfortunate you feel that way. However, in time...in time you'll come to see I was right." He took her hand. "Don't you see, Kitten? I love you enough to do this. I love you enough to fight for you." He paused. "My mother was wrong, and I'll deal with her...don't you worry." He looked around the room. "We'll have to have the apartment checked for cameras and bugging charms as well." He looked back at her. "I know she was wrong, but that doesn't mean what she did won't ultimately help us. We'll both be thanking her in time."
Hermione pushed back from him, a look of disgust and shock in her face. "You're mad, Theo! Certifiable."
He shrugged. "Maybe, but it's because I love you so very much." He stepped back and waved his wand, locking the door. "Come along, Kitten. It's time for bed."
Tuesday Morning
Hermione arrived to work at 6:30 am. She had never been so eager to get to her office. She had already sent an owl to Draco before Theo had woken. Thank Merlin, Theo was a heavy sleeper.
She had just slipped her purse into the bottom drawer of her desk, when the blond wizard walked into her office. He stood in the doorway staring at her. Hermione watched him, neither of them speaking. Her look said it all.
"That bastard," he whispered.
Hermione sat at her desk, grabbing a vial of pain potion from her desk drawer. She swallowed the bitter elixir and tossed the bottle into the trash.
"Did he touch you?" Draco voice was raw, his hands in fists at his side. Hermione wouldn't look at him. No longer calm, he yelled. "Dammit, Hermione. Did he touch you?"
She shook her head, tears welling. "No... no. He tried to…he almost...but, no."
Draco closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He walked to her desk, staring down at her. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
She couldn't look at him. "He...he... You were right. He's not going to let me go."
Hermione stood and stared out the window as she recounted to him everything that had been said. He glared at her back as she talked. When she was finished he collapsed in the chair in front of her desk. His head in his hands. "Fuck," he whispered.
He leaned back in the chair and looked at her. She was no longer facing the window, choosing to lean against the sill facing him, instead.
Rage, desire, need...it all came over him at once. He stood and stalked over to her, grabbing her roughly by her elbows and kissing her hard. Hermione moaned with need as clothes were being ripped, pulled, and tossed aside. Draco grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her neck and forced her to bend over the desk. Her cheek was pushed roughly to the glossy surface as his other large hand grasped both of her wrists to immobilize them at the small of her back as he slammed into her. "You're mine, damnit." He fucked her with abandon, his primal need to dominate her, to take control of her, overcoming him. He came with a growl, her wrists still held in his left hand as his right hand pulled her hair, forcing her head back and her back to arch. His mouth was on her neck chewing, sucking, nibbling, biting. He collapsed onto her back, releasing her hands and her hair as reason and sanity came back. He swallowed as he pulled away from her.
Hermione stood on shaky legs, her hands splayed on the desk to help steady her. Draco grabbed her and held her, pulling her body into his to steady her. "I'm…I'm sorry. I..."
She turned back to him. Her soft eyes understanding, looking up at him. Sadness came over her. "This is how it's going to be, isn't it?" She paused. "A pissing contest between you both. Me sneaking off with you during the day, having to hide how I feel about you; him trying to make me look at him the way I used to and getting angry at me when I don't. Eventually he'll...he'll force me." She swallowed the lump in her throat.
Draco's tone was deadly. "If he lays a hand on you, I'll kill him."
Hermione stepped away from him. "He's my husband, Draco. He's not going to let me leave. He's not going to help me...I have to help myself. I have to…I have to either find a way to stop this, or I have to leave him. No matter the consequences."
Draco shook his head. "You'll be ruined, Hermione. I won't be able to marry you. I won't be able to…" He trailed off, eyes wide at his bold declaration.
Hermione looked up at him with shock. "Marry me? You've never mentioned marriage, Draco!"
He turned away, embarrassed for saying too much, too soon. "Well, it'll be moot if those photos are released."
She turned away from him. "Obviously I don't want them released either!"
He rubbed his eyes. "Look, I have a breakfast meeting. I have to go. Can we talk this afternoon?"
Hermione contemplated. "I've got a meeting at the Ministry this afternoon. Can you come here tomorrow? Same time?"
Draco nodded. He walked over to her, softly kissing her and twirling one of her stray curls in his fingers. "We'll figure this out…just…don't let him touch you." His eyes were intense, stormy grey. "I mean it. Do whatever you have to do to keep him away from you."
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