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How To Train Your Auror 2: Family Ties	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lemon alert! There is an explicit lemon in this next chapter. XD You've been warned...
~A.
Will you stay with me tonight?
You could be my cure
You're afraid
I'm a bad guy
All I do is hurt
So take away all my sin
Give me a sweet prayer on my lips
And take it off
Take me in
I wanna make love to you
Put your hands on my chest
I'll make you feel like you've been blessed
Put my words to the test
I wanna make love to you
"Cure" by Barcelona
Draco Malfoy nearly convinced himself he would never see Hermione again. All of the lies, the secrecy, the discord he set in their lives just days ago forced him to come to a startling realization: his life could end at any moment. If he betrayed his grandfather, Abraxas, in any way, he could activate the Unbreakable Vow and leave Scorpius without a father, Hermione without a fiancé, and his mother without a son. There were very few people in the world he cared about, but there were still those he didn't want to shatter. The silver lining to all of this was Abraxas never ordered him to keep away from Hermione. Only to simply break off his engagement.
And he did. Technically. His grandfather never said he had to mean it. That was the thing about being a Slytherin: finding the loopholes to nearly every situation. And Draco was good at that -just like his father.
So when he tumbled his future-wife over and pinned her down beneath him, he did it with a smile on his face. It was difficult to remember the world was falling apart outside when he was graced with such a beautiful, captivating creature in front of his face. He recalled seeing into her mind when they first started seeing each other in a different light -she thought him ethereal. He wished she could see herself now, curls around her head like a crown. If she could view herself through his eyes, she would see not just her physical form (which was a breathtaking sight indeed) but all the way down to her soul, which glistened like the stars above their bed back at the Manor. She was beautiful, inside and out. Strong. Intelligent. All of the makings of a perfect woman, with the added bonus of magic. He only wished he could have seen her this way back in their youth, so he could have held back all the nasty, vile things he ever said to her. Her blood wasn't dirty. He saw that now. And he so very much wanted to take down his grandfather so he could marry this witch, solidifying his love for her.
Morbidly, between feather light kisses, he remembered the only reason he kissed her this very moment was because the man she was destined to be with had been brutally murdered. It left a bitter flavor in his mouth to which even Hermione's tongue couldn't will out. He wished he could absolve himself of the guilt he felt when thinking about his involvement, but it never went away. Diggle might have been the one to commit the crime, but Draco was an accessory. He created the damned Pandora Box that took Weasley's life. If he hadn't been so consumed in his vanity, Hermione would most likely be at home, curled up under a blanket next to Weasley with a thick book and a smile on her face.
And now Bolt was gone… and his father was dying… and his marriage fell apart… and his grandfather was Hell bent on destroying any happiness Draco had made for himself…
He withdrew his lips from hers and said, "Everywhere I go, I destroy."
She stared back at him with appreciation and shook her head. "Not from where I'm standing."
"You're not standing at all," he noted.
She rolled her eyes. "You know precisely what I mean. You're wonderful, Draco. Hush." Hermione's eyes trailed down to his lips, and she chewed her lower one. "Right now, I just want some alone time with my future husband. Is that alright with you?"
A faint smile cracked his brooding demeanour. "Whatever you want, love." He dipped his head and began to kiss along the pulse point in her neck while taking a free hand to start unbuttoning her robes. He caught her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gingerly. "What do you want, Hermione? You want me to ride you? You want to be bent over and spanked? You want me to come in that mouth?" He grasped a covered breast and kneaded thoughtfully. "In that tight little cunt you have? How do you want-" He tugged on her robes and popped off a few buttons. Whoops… "-your future husband to make you come?"
"Listen to that mouth," she chided breathlessly.
"You love this mouth. When kiss you, when I lick your scrumptious little quim. When I feed you dirty thoughts of how I want to take you. You love it all."
"Mmm… maybe a little." Her hand snaked between his legs, over his erection.
"A little?" He chuckled. "Oh, Hermione. There's nothing," he pressed his cock into her hand, "little about me."
She grinned excitedly, glancing around the room as her mind worked. Uh oh. That couldn't be good. Just what was she-? "Come with me." Unexpectedly, her hands shot up and shoved him off of her, rolling him onto the bed. He laughed, taken aback by the strength of her small form, and watched as she jumped off the bed, offering her hand out.
"Pray tell, where are we going, Miss Granger?" He let his hand slip into hers and allowed her to pull him up to stand. He towered over her but tried his very best not to dominate her -yet.
She coyly smiled, interlocking their fingers together as she pulled him towards the only other door connected to the room besides the exit. The bathroom. "You've been such a naughty boy." Her voice was lighthearted. "Dirty, in fact. Maybe we should clean you up?"
His smirk paired with a raised eyebrow. "Azkaban is filthy. But I think this place alone," he glanced around the room, "Could rival that."
"So… a shower then?"
"What is it with us and water?"
Greg Diggle was a patient man. Yes, he was cunning, deceiving, a ruthless killer, and a criminal mastermind. But, above all else, he was a patient man. He'd pined for Hermione Granger for over ten years until he'd finally kissed her (though it had been coaxed with Gray Magic.) He'd convinced the world's most arrogant twat to work for him. He'd nearly gotten away with his plans for overthrowing the Ministry. So, the fact that Hermione was now up in a bedroom with Draco Malfoy should have been nothing but another game to play the patience game with.
Yet, Diggle, this time, was severely agitated.
They were to be married. Married.
But he didn't want to appear stricken by the event. Seated across from Harry James Potter, he allowed a relaxed smile to breach his Cane lips and licked the width of his lower lip contemplative, wondering just how he was going to get out of this one.
"So, Auror Potter," he said with a casual tone, "What's next on the agenda?"
"That's on a need-to-know basis," said Harry, sipping on his butterbeer much like the days in which the two would go out for a pint after work. "And you don't need to know."
Irritation shrouded Diggle's features, but he remained calm. This piss-poor example of an Auror thought he was better than everyone, didn't he? Just because he saved the bloody world on most occasions… "I figured I was part of this ragtag team of rebellious misfits?"
"You're the bait and the pawn," Harry smirked. "How does it feel to have the tables turned, for once?"
Greg snorted a laugh, glancing about the bar. "So… everyone here works for the Ministry? Let me take a guess. Polyjuice potion."
"Yup."
"And you're sure you can trust them?"
"Absolutely."
"Are you sure?"
Harry leaned forward in his chair. "Not everyone is a snake in the grass like yourself."
"No," Diggle replied, also leaning forward, "But if I were Abraxas Malfoy, I'd have moles all through the Ministry."
"You didn't."
"That's because I was the mole."
The raven-haired wizard sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "It's a shame you're a dark wizard, Greg. You could have done so much good for the world."
Greg wasn't entirely sure whether to be insulted or flattered. "All I'm saying is you best watch yourself. Trust no one. You think I'm nefarious? I'm a cake walk compared to Abraxas."
Harry kicked back in his chair then, his eyes contemplative. "How did you know? About Lucius Malfoy and his coveting another woman?"
Oh, had they figured it out? Truly? How exciting. "I spent a lot of time in Abraxas Malfoy's mind. Sifting through his memories. Making use of all the information he possessed. I needed to know everything I could about the Malfoy family if I were to bring their legacy crumbling down like an overbaked cookie."
"Because Lucius killed your father?"
"Why else does a man turn his back on his morality in order to receive justice?" There was a stirring in Greg's chest as if the entire world were just as bitter as the heartache in his heart. Maybe they all were. "Don't paint yourself to be a saint. We all know you're responsible for as many deaths as I am, even if they didn't come from your word."
Harry's eye twitched, but otherwise, he remained perfectly calm. "I never meant for any of them to die."
"My father died for you." There was a long pause. "He died protecting your legacy. He believed in the prophecy. He believed in you. And now you protect his murderer. Befriend that murderer's son!" His hands slammed down on the table, and he realized he'd lost his settled persona. Greg inhaled deep, released his breath, and shape-shifted back into his own, original form. Morphing into someone was always so draining -not only physically, but emotionally as well. He hadn't met another metamorphagus personally to discuss if they felt the same exhausted pull he did every time he changed the mask. But those on the outside should never know. It would show weakness. And Diggle wasn't weak.
"About that." Harry cleared his throat. "Some recent developments have come about…"
"Oh? Have you finally locked that sod up in Azkaban to rot for the rest of his life with me? I assume that's where I'm going, should this little plan of yours not manage to get me killed."
Harry ignored him. "Lucius Malfoy isn't your father's murderer, Diggle."
"...Come again…?" Diggle tapped his ear, thoroughly convinced he'd heard wrong. But as far as he was aware, his hearing was still intact… "You lie."
"Lucius Malfoy offered up his memories for the night your father was attacked." Harry removed a small vial from his robes and held it between his fingers. "You cooperate with us; I'll let you see for yourself. But you try anything -and I mean anything that hinders this investigation, and I'll make sure to destroy this memory, and with it, all clues leading to your father's actual killer."
"So this is how you plan to control me?" Diggle sneered, still unbelieving. "Some fancy words and a vial full of memories I've seen no evidence of. Psh. As if."
"Hermione's seen them, too. Don't take my word for it, then. Ask her when she comes back down." Harry's green eyes twinkled with confidence. "You seem to prefer her word to everything else."
"Maybe I will."
Diggle reached over, picked up a mug of butterbeer and chugged, contemplating on whether he could honestly trust Potter's word, or if this was some elaborate hoax meant to goad him into helping. Well, one thing was for sure. The only person Greg Diggle cared more about than himself was Hermione Granger. He'd hear it from her mouth before he took the word of the Ministry's poster child.
As it were, Hermione Granger was extremely busy at the moment lathering Draco with a conjured exfoliating bath sponge. The scent of mint and green tea filled the shower, rising with the steam into both their nostrils. She worked gentle circles with the sponge while they fed each other erotic kisses. Draco's hand rested gently on her inner thigh, caressing, teasing, but never quite making it to the destination they both actually wanted; inside of Hermione's dripping folds. It was difficult to concentrate on scrubbing Draco clean, especially when his erection pressed against her stomach, but she continued, bringing the sponge around and running it over his chest.
"Such a dirty boy," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear. She felt him smirk against her cheek.
"Oh, Hermione. I'm not sure you have any idea," his index finger slipped, finally, between her pussy lips, splitting her folds, "-just how dirty I am." Hermione squeezed the sponge absentmindedly, and soap suds drizzled down Draco's chest, abdomen, pelvis… her eyes followed them down to his cock, which stood ready at attention. He moved his finger expertly up her slit to her clit before he caressed it between two of his fingers. Oh, that felt so good. "I hear wet cleans dirty up rather nicely." He paused, flicking her clit lightly, before adding, "Turn around and bend over."
She always did enjoy this dominating side of him and took no more prompting as she spun around and braced her forearms against the shower wall, away from the shower head, spreading her legs to get an even stance as she bent forward. She expected him to drive into her without a second thought, but he simply palmed her pussy with his hand, rubbing thoughtfully over her sensitive button. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes, unaware she still held the sponge until he commanded she give it to him. She extended her right arm back and felt him take it before she steadied herself again and waited. Warm, lathered suds caressed down her back as he began to run the sponge up and down her spine, all while maintaining his possessive hold between her legs. Hermione set her forehead on the wall, inhaling small, controlled breaths to keep herself quiet. There was such a major part of her that wanted to moan -but they forgot, in their discarding of clothes, to cast a silencing spell. So, begrudgingly, she gritted her teeth to muffle a purr while Draco inserted two fingers into her heated center. But when those luxurious, talented fingers curled, her hips bucked backward as a featherlight moan escaped her lips.
"Dra...co…" she gasped. He was gentle with her, scissoring his fingers to stretch her before turning them again in just the right spot. "Ooh… fuck..."
The hand with the sponge worked its way to her ass, squeezing soapy froth onto it. "Fuck, indeed," he muttered at the sight while still pumping his fingers inside her leisurely. "You've no idea how much I need this right now."
"I… ah...think I have -ohh… some idea."
He removed his fingers, then, and aligned himself, the head of his cock brushing over her opening. There was a thoughtful pause, drawing the moment out as he tossed the bath sponge to the floor and gripped her hip in ownership. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you see stars. That sound good to you, love?" And then he rammed into her with a sharp thrust of his hips, stretching her in the most beguiling way. Hermione had to bite back a scream, pinching her eyes closed as she arched on her tiptoes to keep balance. Her body hummed in glee, thankful to have him inside of her once again. No matter how many times they did this, it was never enough. The connection they shared was something far more than love. There was friendship. There was a past. A present. And, hopefully, a future.
Draco retracted himself to the tip, groaning in abandon. She thought he might make quick work of his second thrust, but he surprised her when he took her inch by inch, slowly, drawing the moment out. This time, when his cock was fully buried inside of her, he pressed just a bit more, making her walls spread. Hermione whimpered, biting her lower lip, gasping for breath. He stayed inside of her, muttering, "That's it, Hermione. God, your pussy's so tight around me. I bet if I even moved in the slightest…" He did, barely moving his hips forward, and she nearly screamed in response, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure. Draco's free hand darted up and muffled her mouth as he did it again. "Fuck, I love it when you scream." He moved slowly, powerfully, tugging her ass upwards with the hand on her hip while he began to rock his own forcefully, but tentatively. Hermione tried to hold her own against the sway of his body, but she became so caught up in the sensation that she stumbled forward, pressing her chest into the wall.
She laughed against Draco's hand -until he drove into her with snapping thrust, and the laugh turned into a moan. Her arms caged her face, and her nipples brushed against the tiled walls as she took each and every bit of his cock over and over again. Fuck, he was always so good at this. Giving over a piece of his soul through passionate, rough lovemaking. They were each other's Horcruxes, containing a part of the other. They were their own prophecy. Without him, she wouldn't be living -not really. And she didn't think he would be much better off if she were to disappear, either. Their love was resonating. And even though their friends barely began to understand it, to them, it was evident.
"Mmmh…" She gasped against his hand, feeling him usher her up to stand with a tug. He released her, momentarily, slipping out of her to spin her around into a gentle caress of his tongue against hers. His hands rubbed undemanding down her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, until he, like many times in the past, hooked his fingers under her thigh and drew her leg up around his hip. Hermione reached down, still devouring his kiss like a drug, and lined up his cock to her entrance. "In me," she demanded, and he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up to pin her other leg around his hips. He did the rest, tucking his hand underneath her to keep her propped up, and together, they worked her up and down his shaft as hot water drenched their skin.
It was freeing, Hermione noted, never having to hide from him. She could demand more or less, could speak her mind, could take control and he only obliged happily. Together, they worked her hips into a steady rhythm, alternating between gyrations of her hips mixed with the lovely feeling of her pussy dropping onto his cock over and over.
After one particularly intense descent in which Hermione slammed herself down on him, Draco groaned, kissing into the crook of her neck, fingers digging harshly into her skin. "You keep that up," he teased, "and there's going to be consequences."
"Ha." She repeated the motion, this time earning a gargled moan. "You're not going to stop me. You like it too much." Hermione used her arms to brace on his shoulders and slide herself up to the tip, keeping him barely inside of her. "I don't think you could ever deny me."
He chuckled, staring up at her. The grey-blue of his eyes glistened with boyish excitement. "You're right. I could never." He licked a line from one end of her collarbone to the other, and she slowly relaxed her arms, thus impaling herself slowly with his cock. When she was settled back in place, they stared into each other eyes, happy to be together again. It was written all over the lines of their faces, in their tender movements as they worked their hips, in the brushing of lips and chests and stomachs against one another. From this angle, Draco's prick hit inside her in all the right spots, and she knew if they kept it up, she would come just like this.
"Right there," she encouraged, running a hand up his neck into his white-blond tresses. "God, Draco. Don't stop. Yesss… Harder."
"You want it harder, love?"
"Please." She tugged at his hair, meeting his thrusts with impatient tenacity.
Draco was ever so willing to comply. Soon, their hips met in desperate slaps of skin. Hermione felt the lecherous tension between them unburdening itself into each thrust. She was so close to unraveling at the seams, at being his livewire.

Knock, knock, knock.
"Someone's here," Draco grumbled, prepared to slow down, but she yanked at his hair.
"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
"Heh. Yes, ma'am."
He pistoned in and out of her while her clit rubbed against his pelvis, adding that sweet feeling, building her up in her lower stomach. She was like lava about to erupt-
Knock, knock.
"Just… a little... more…"
"That's it, beautiful. Come for me. Ride my dick and come." Draco spouted off filthy things into her ear, sending a shimmer of heat over her skin. "After you come, I'm gonna fill you up so much you're going to be dripping my cum down your leg all evening. Is that what you want? You want my cum inside your little cunt?"
"Mmfuck… I do… I want it so bad…"
"All you have to do is come all over my cock, sweetheart. I 'd like you dripping for me. I want-"
"-Yes!" Hermione's walls clenched, and she cried out, tucking her face into his shoulder to douse the sound of her mewling. A tingle of magic jolted up her spine, blending in with her euphoric, Draco-induced high. Her whimpers and sighs of elation set off a chain reaction within the blond, and Draco's cock twitched inside of her as promised, unloading his warm cum into her.
Knock knock knock knock.
"Piss off, Potter!"
Hermione stifled a laugh in Draco's shoulder.
A disgruntled Harry answered from the other side of the door. "Just… get out here… and for Merlin's sake, please -the next time you two decide to disobey my command, put a silencing spell on the room!" And then, "I think I'm going to be sick…"
Yay, smut! Moving on with the plot next chapter. More reveals. More Side character arch, along with our new Team Trio. Very excited about the next couple of chapters. But we all know it -we were overdue for some Dramione lemon. XD
~A.
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