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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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Thanks to all who read and review. It's reviews and encouragement that egg me on to keep writing. This is a long chapter. I almost broke it into two chapters, leaving the second half until next weekend. But, I decided against that plan and am posting this as is. I have a crazy week ahead of me so please forgive me if I don't post again next weekend. I will try to find the time to write this week, but work is kicking my ass. I also need to work on A Witch's Tale, which I have been neglecting. So, if I don't post next weekend, I promise to post the following weekend. I hope this long chapter makes up for it. :)
Thanks again to LissaDream. Her edits, additions and tweaks are much appreciated. I am so lucky to have her help and support. As I have mentioned before, her stories are great!
Monday Evening
That evening, Hermione sat across from Theo as they quietly ate dinner. He was still walking on egg shells around her, regretting what had happened Saturday. It had ruined his plans for the weekend and had done nothing to bring her closer. So he simply ate, watching her, doing his best not to upset her.
Hermione refused to look at him as she moved the peas around on her plate, too anxious and depressed to eat. Ezmirelda's visit from earlier weighed heavy on her mind. She briefly contemplated telling Theo about his mother's visit, but this time she knew better. She would not make the mistake of offering up her body to him on a silver platter, which is essentially what she would be doing if he knew about Ezmirelda's demand.
She could feel his eyes on her, knowing he wanted to engage her in conversation. Willing herself to think about anything else, she ignored him as she dredged up memories from her afternoon meeting with Rita. Everything was working out beautifully. The three goblins, the werewolf, and the house elf had all met with Rita over the weekend. If presented in just the right way, their statements combined with Moxie's would hopefully compel the review board to grant Hermione's request. Her request being to have certain employee files subpoenaed from Malfoy Enterprises. Thoughts of Malfoy Enterprises caused Draco to be pulled to the forefront of her mind, which caused visions of beautiful grey eyes, soft but strong hands, tender lips, arms that knew how to hold her, a voice that knew how to seduce her, a palm that knew how to subdue her. She shut her eyes and took a slow deep breath. A calmness came over her. A calmness interrupted by the wizard sitting across from her.
"I know you are still mad at me and I'm not trying to force you into any deep conversations, but if we could engage in some sort of interaction instead of silence and avoidance, it would be nice."
Hermione could tell he was struggling to keep the irritation out of his voice. She knew he was frustrated. She wished she could see the man she married behind those blue eyes, it would be so much easier. Now she could only see the man he had become. Regardless, she needed him to believe she was giving him a chance. He needed to believe she was really trying. Otherwise, this whole charade was for nothing.
Trying to keep the hostility out of her voice, she nodded slightly. "I will try." She took a sip from her wine glass. "Why don't you tell me about your day," she suggested, trying to keep her voice from sounding strained and to keep her face from showing the tension she felt.
With that, Hermione watched as Theo's lips moved. She observed him as he talked and talked, but barely heard what he said. She focused on maintaining her fake interest. She nodded occasionally and responded with a well-placed "Uh-huh" every now and then so that he felt she was engaged.
"You going to answer? What do you think?" He was looking at her expectantly, an eyebrow cocked.
The change in tone and volume of his voice grabbed her attention. "Huh?" She snapped to attention, suddenly realizing he had asked her a question.
"Are you even listening to me, Hermione?" He was clearly irritated, and perhaps a touch hurt as well, judging by the look in his eyes.
Trying to redeem herself, she responded quickly. "Yes, of course I am. You were talking about storing the newspapers, right?"
He sighed and shook his head, a slight rolling of his eyes. "Well, yeah, about five minutes ago." After a pause, he continued. "I was talking about the convention in Philadelphia." He said impatiently, no longer looking at her, but down at his plate instead. She couldn't help but notice how crestfallen he looked even though he was desperately trying to mask it with his anger.
Shit. She internally scolded herself for being careless. Having him irritated with her was not good. She tried for a touch of honesty. "I'm sorry, Theo. I didn't mean for my mind to wander. I go before the review board on Thursday and my thoughts keep going back to Moxie's case."
He sipped his wine, his eyes back on hers. "Moxie? That goblin you're representing?" His tone was suspicious.
"Yes, Theo. The same case I was working on before. The goblin who was passed over by Malfoy Enterprises." She tried not to sound impatient. She had talked about this case during many dinners before she had left him.
He put his fork down and tossed his napkin on the table next to his plate. He watched her a minute before responding. "I don't like you seeing him, Hermione. Even if it is related to business." His eyes were dark, his voice low and demanding. "It would be best if you don't find yourself alone with him. I would likely find out and I would definitely not be pleased."
She met his eyes and there was no mistaking who was sitting across from her now. It appeared Theo had taken a page from Draco's book. They were now both masters at flipping a switch and going from normal conversationalists to controlling Dominants at the drop of a pin. The difference between the two, other than the fact that Draco's Dominance was desired and Theo's was unwelcome, was that Draco knew how to carry it through. Draco's Dominance wasn't limited to the bedroom as Theo's had always been. Although, it seemed that Theo's was no longer limited to the bedroom either. His newly found leverage over her seemed to agree with him.
She met his eyes, her voice determined. "I'll make no promises that I won't find myself alone with him during the course of the case that I am working on. I do promise, however, that it will be kept strictly professional if it happens. I have given you my word and I intend to keep it."
He watched her, sipping his wine. His Dominant gaze unwavering. "Hmmm, so you say." He leaned slightly forward. "But, how would you feel Hermione? How would you feel if my work left me in Daphne's presence? How would you feel if she were somehow involved in my daily work?" His eyebrows were raised, a touch of presumptive cockiness in his voice. Clearly, he thought he had made some kind of point.
Hermione couldn't resist. A smirk on her face and she gave him a look of contempt. "I would be thrilled, Theo. I could wish for nothing more. Please, by all means, desire her, fuck her, marry her. Nothing would make me happier. It would certainly get me out of this nightmare, wouldn't it?"
His response was instant, and because of it, her regret was profound. In a flash, he was on her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he had her out of her chair and pushed against the wall before she could even take a breath to protest. His face stopped inches from hers, his voice was deep, almost a growl. His hands tightened on her arms as he pushed her more deeply against the wall, pressing his body against hers. "I'm sick of this, Hermione. You are my wife!"
Hermione swallowed, a heady combination of turned on and terrified washed over her as she realized she had poked the dragon. "Theo I…"
His menacing tone continued, his voice low with pent up rage as he interrupted her. "No! Don't say anything. I think I've heard enough, Kitten." Only Kitten was not said with anything resembling affection or playfulness, it reeked of sarcasm, anger…danger. Her pulse quickened, her breath hitched, heat pooled in her belly even as she started to tremble with fear. She mentally chastised herself; her body was reacting to the dominance, but her mind was afraid of him.
"Being nice to you gets me nowhere. I've figured that out over the past week. You won't be civil. You won't talk. You won't participate. You're not trying, Hermione!" His voice was now almost a whisper as he leaned so close that his breath was in her ear. "But, when I get angry, when you push me to anger - or dare I say...Dominance...? That's when you listen. That's when you engage."
Her heart continued to race with anxiety, only now, the reactions she was trying to push away came to a head. She swallowed the lump in her throat, scolding herself internally for the unwanted response to his Dominance. "Theo, please. Please…" She was lightly pushing his chest away. She turned her head turned away from him, her eyes shut. Her voice shook and her body trembled with a horrifying combination of desperate need and debilitating dread.
He banged his fists against the wall on either side of her, making her flinch, before pushing away and storming out of the dining room. Before she had a chance to slow her pounding heart, he stormed back, this time his expression desperate. She was still standing against the wall when he once again towered over her, so close she could feel his body heat pool off of him in waves. This time his touch was gentle and he smoothed his hands up her arms.
His eyes were dark with intensity, his voice deep and grave with emotion. When he spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "For the love of God, Hermione, please! Please give us a fair chance." It came out as an exhausted whisper as his forehead fell to hers, he closed his eyes. She couldn't help herself when she leaned into him, her inner need to care for everyone taking over. "I hate doing what I'm doing. This is not who I am. I don't want to be someone who forces his wife to his will. I love you so much and I know you love me too." He pulled his forehead back from hers, once again looking in her eyes. She was surprised to see his shinning with unshed tears which made her own eyes prickle. "You're mad at me. You feel betrayed, you feel deceived and you feel like I abandoned you. And…all those things are true. What I did was...unforgivable."
This was more like it. Hermione needed the reminder of why she was angry with him. She needed to get away from his remorse and his pain, but he stayed close. His lips grazed her ear as he spoke, his face nuzzled her hair, deeply breathing her in. His voice dropped even lower, became even more seductive. She barely suppressed the shiver that threatened to run through her. "It was never because I didn't want you. It was never because I didn't desire you. You were and are perfect." He gently kissed the top of her head and stepped back, leaving her feeling disoriented.
He moved away from her and towards the table, which helped Hermione clear her head better. His back was to her, his voice quiet. "It was because I wanted more, Hermione. I was lonely. I felt like you didn't need me. When you became wrapped up in that case, I understood and I was so proud of you! I just felt so…small. I felt like your world was so much bigger than me and that I was insignificant. I became insecure and she came along and stroked the ego in myself that was feeling deprived."
Slowly getting her equilibrium back, she said, not unkindly. "Theo, this was all in your letter. You don't need to…"
He turned back to her, effectively cutting her words off with a sad stare. "Yes, I do Hermione because you still don't understand." His voice was slightly aggressive, his tone a touch impatient and his eyes darkened once again.
Tentatively, she slowly walked over to him. Standing in front of him she looked up into his face. "Ok, Theo. Say what you have to say. Make me understand, because I just don't. How could you do this to us? To me?" Her voice trembled slightly.
His blue eyes bore into hers, willing her to see his true and genuine love for her. He started his confession. "The first month or so, I'll admit I was happy to have her fawning all over me. It wasn't the sex that I liked, it was the attention. When I came to my senses, though, and I tried to break it off, she threatened to tell you. She had me under her thumb from that moment on. She blackmailed me, Hermione."
He swallowed heavily, searching her eyes with his own, his expression solemn. "Which is why I hate myself for doing the same to you. It's a scary position to be in." He shook his head and laughed without humor. "Your fear is the release of photos; my fear was the loss of my wife. My dread was the loss of the one thing in my life that I knew I couldn't live without." He tipped her chin up. "You."
Hermione swallowed. Merlin help her, she believed him. She believed he had felt trapped and she believed that he loved her still, but it wasn't enough. He dropped her chin and moved away from her, settling into a chair at the table. "Over time, it had become such a routine. She was mostly happy except for the random breakdown and occasional threat of suicide. I pushed you away because I despised myself. The love in your eyes made me hate myself every time I saw it reflected." He continued despondently. "What I wouldn't give to have you look at me like that again."
There was silence. Hermione didn't know what to say, she seemed to be coming to terms with the fact that perhaps she didn't hate him after all. She did not see herself ever going back to him, though. She felt for him and understood what he had gone through, but how do you forgive what was done? How would she ever get past that? Could she love him again? Most likely. She still cared for him deeply, this was evident in how much his betrayal had devastated her. She would never be able to trust him again, though, and trust was everything in a marriage.
He stood and started to pace. "I wanted out, Hermione. I didn't want her. I don't think I ever wanted her. You were all I really wanted, but I was trapped. It was a trap of my own making, but a trap none the less."
He turned back to her. His hair was messy, his blue eyes passionate. "All I want is you, Hermione. All I want is to make it all up to you." His voice became soft, his gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth and back again. She saw his beautiful blues darken with lust, she watched his Adams apple as he swallowed. Desire was written all over his face, he continued. "Right now, all I want is to throw you over my shoulder and prove to you how good it can be, remind you of how good it used to be."
Hermione stared up at him, mulling over his heartfelt plea. Her body reacted to the changes in his face, but her mind frantically scrambled to control her libido. "Theo, I think...no. I understand how the affair started, and I wish you had come to me, talked to me. I would have given you what you needed. I would have explained that you were my world. I would have proven to you just how much I loved you." She shook her head, her shoulders rising as she took a deep, steadying breath. "But, you didn't. You chose another woman. You chose to completely alter how you treated me. You chose to keep her happy and content over keeping me happy and content. She became the priority. Even if it was to keep her from telling me, she got my Theo, and I got the leftovers."
She watched his face fall with defeat. The quiet stretched a few moments before he answered her in a small, soft voice. "She never had me, Hermione," he said sadly. "I didn't even have me...I was lost."
Tuesday Morning
Hermione sat in the lobby of Pucey and Associates. She was not up on the comings and goings of wizarding world investments, but apparently Adrian Pucey was. His firm was clearly successful, judging by the lobby and the look of the place. It turns out that Adrian was a very successful money manager and financial advisor. The wizarding world didn't have its own stock market. There were publicly owned wizard businesses, but the shares were managed by the businesses themselves. It was nothing like the muggle world, but there were many in the magical community who wanted to invest in the muggle world. Adrian was the go to wizard for such investments. He had a very good understanding of muggle stocks, bonds, money markets as well as IRA's, CD's and real-estate investments. He had left Hogwarts and attended muggle universities to learn his craft.
Hermione had taken a gamble by just showing up at his office without an appointment. She had never met Adrian before as he was a few years older than her and had been a Slytherin. She hoped curiosity would get the better of him and he would agree to see her.
"Hermione?"
Hermione stood and stuck her hand out to shake the one offered. Adrian was tall and thin. His smile looked genuine and his soft brown eyes were kind. He had thick, dark hair which he wore very short. "Hermione Granger. Or wait, it's Hermione Nott, right? It's nice to officially meet you."
Hermione smiled back, genuinely. "It's nice to meet you as well. Thanks for seeing me."
"Well, come with me." He gestured towards his office and then walked beside her as he spoke. "I can only assume you would like some investment help or advice?"
They stepped into his office and he shut the door. He gestured towards a comfortable looking seat in front of his desk as he walked around the desk and took his own.
Hermione glanced around the office. Pictures of Daphne littered every surface and framed pictures of her and the two of them occupied most of the wall space. He noticed her look around the room. "That's my Daphne. Did you know Daphne at Hogwarts? You must have. She was your year, right?"
Hermione nodded, indecision and guilt sweeping over her. The wizard not only had no clue, and it was obvious he was very much in love with his wife. She did not want to hurt this man, she felt her smile turn brittle. "Umm, yeah. She was in my year. I didn't know her very well, though."
He smiled and after a silent pause asked. "So, what can I do for you?"
"Well…oh, this is hard," she breathed, barely loud enough for him to hear as she looked down at her hands that were twisting in her lap.
"What was that?" He asked, turning his ear towards her. "I didn't quite hear you." His friendly smile made this all that much harder.
Hermione let out a big breath as her eyes met his once again. "I'm afraid I'm not here in need of financial advice, Adrian. I'm here for two reasons. One, because I have something to tell you and I would hope you would have done the same for me." She paused, her voice softer as she continued. "And two, because I'm hoping you can help me."
Adrian leaned back in his chair, perplexed, watching her closely. His face was curious, but there was something else there as well. His intuition, or his inner Slytherin, sensed danger and that curious look was shadowed by a look of nervous caution.
Hermione kept her eyes on his, pushing aside all doubt that she was doing the right thing. He deserved the truth. "Adrian, my husband and your wife have been having an affair for five years. My understanding is it ended a couple weeks ago, but I can't really be sure of that." Relief at having gotten the words out caused her to let out a slow breath. She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them, internally preparing herself for his reaction, whatever it might be.
Adrian said nothing, his face turned to a stone mask as he listened.
When he didn't fly into a rage or burst into tears, she felt it was safe to continue. "I found out and left Theo. His mother is now blackmailing me with naked photos and forcing me to take him back. She's refusing to let a divorce tarnish the Nott reputation. The photos are graphic and were taken when Theo and I first married. They are of the two of us, but his face has been doctored out of them. If I don't stay with him, make him happy, and produce an heir quickly, Ezmirelda Nott will release the photos."
He finally spoke. "Even if what you say is true, which I find very unlikely, why would I be interested in helping you and how would I do so?"
Hermione shook her head, her eyes pleading, her voice now trembling. "I'm desperate. I need help. I need something to threaten Theo with. Maybe pictures of the two of them together? Or a diary, a journal…anything to prove his infidelity so that I have something to bargain with. I want to divorce him and move on with my life."
He leaned forward, his eyes glittering with malice, his smile was an evil slash across his face. "Let me see if I have this straight. You come in to my office, tell me that my wife…my faithful, devoted, and loving wife…has been cheating on me with another wizard for…five-years, is it?"
"I'm so sorry to be the one…"
He interrupted her, his voice enraged, his face red. "And then you proceed to ask me to help you find evidence. Evidence that, if it were found, would hurt my wife? You want me to help you prevent photos that mean nothing to me from being released?" He shook his head and looked at her with undisguised disgust. "You have some nerve, Granger. I don't give a rats ass about your problem. Too damn bad for you, I say. Don't you dare drag my innocent wife into your depraved delusions. Just because my wife and Theo were Hogwarts sweethearts is no reason to haul her name through the mud."
Her voice was calm. "Tell me Adrian, does your wife have a journal? Perhaps a series of journals that have matching covers? Journals that she writes in daily and has been writing in for five years?"
His face paled, his stony, determined expression faltering just a bit.
"They corresponded through matching journals. The ink disappears unless a secret password is spoken. When I read Theo's, the password was 'Master may I.' I only read a couple of Daphne's entries." She picked up her bag. "Theo destroyed his, or at least that's what he said. So, I'm not able to use them as leverage."
She stood, sighing heavily as she hoisted her purse over her shoulder. "Here is my card." She placed it on his desk. Her voice was soft and genuine. "I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you. I was...devastated when I found out." Her voice dropped, almost a whisper. "If you could be discreet, I would appreciate it." With that she turned and walked out of the office, leaving an angry, confused, and heartbroken wizard behind her.
Thursday
Hermione and Lizzy walked into the Ministry and met with Nelba at the elevator. They were still pinning on their Visitor badges when Nelba spoke. "You're the first case to present, Hermione."
Hermione smiled at Nelba, knowing she must have pulled in some favors to make that happen. "Thank you, Nelba. I really hope they are in a curious and receptive mood today."
Nelba eyed the box in Hermione's hand. "I see you brought a box of Luna's Delights, that certainly won't hurt."
Hermione smiled. "Luna had quite a selection at the shop this morning. I told her I needed pastries that would make listeners agreeable and suggestable." Hermione opened the box revealing colorful, huge cupcakes. "She said these were made with honeysuckle serum and crushed daisy root and that when eaten in small to moderate amounts, the individual feels a sense of calm, happiness, and an urge to please."
Lizzy laughed. "They sound perfect."
The witches stepped into the lift as soon as it appeared. "Wizengamot New Business Review Board, sub floor eight," Nelba spoke aloud.
The elevator dropped suddenly, and in a flash it came to a screeching halt eight floors underground. The doors flew open and ejected the witches out before closing and rapidly ascending back up to the main floor. Having ridden the express elevator multiple times before, the witches were prepared for the hasty ejection and landed on their feet. The first time Hermione had the pleasure of riding the horrid contraption, she had been gracelessly tossed on her behind six feet away from the lift.
The three witches made their way to the bench outside the review board office. The door would open at precisely nine and not a minute before. They reviewed their notes in the files.
When the door opened on its own, the three witches stood and entered the court room. There was a long table to the right and the review board sat on the opposite side. Hermione, Nelba and Lizzy crossed the room to stand on the other side.
"Names?" The no nonsense, middle-aged witch who was sitting in the most prominent center seat asked them without looking up.
"Hermione Nott, Nelba Bittington, and Lizzy Hockbottom. We have the first appointment." Nelba smiled politely as the middle-aged witch cocked an eyebrow.
"Indeed," the witch replied. Her hair was dark and her nose prominent. Hermione felt she bore a striking resemblance to Professor Snape, God rest his soul.
"Please be seated and state your concern."
This was it. The three witches sat down before Hermione used her wand to pass out the five prepared packets for the five members of the board. Hermione also placed the colorful, purple box on the center of the table. "Please help yourself to these cupcakes. They were given to me this morning and I really don't have a taste for sweets."
The middle-aged witch eyed the three of them knowingly. Hermione could now see her badge which read "Cornelia Crotch." What an unfortunate name.
Cornelia's sneer was hardly contained as she told them. "The review board will not be swayed by gifts of sweets. If that is your intention I'm afraid you've wasted your galleons."
Hermione smiled angelically. "Oh, no! Of course not. How unthoughtful of me!" She reached for the box. "I'll just drop them off at the Auror Department on our way out. So sorry!"
As she started to pull the box back, but Cornelia's spidery, cold fingers grasped the box from the other side. "Well, seeing as you meant no harm or undue influence, perhaps this once…"
Hermione released the box. "I certainly didn't, I wasn't thinking. Please, do with them what you will."
As the five witches and wizards on the opposite side of the table passed the box around, selecting their pick of the cupcakes. Lizzy leaned into Hermione and whispered. "How very Slytherin of you, Hermione."
One hour later, Cornelia Crotch was smiling at Hermione. The three elderly wizards and young, bespeckled witch who comprised the rest of the board had matching smiles as well. "Mrs. Nott, we feel confident this cause will interest the Wizengemot a great deal. And, furthermore, my colleagues and I feel further evidence is warranted and we are justified in subpoenaing the employee files from Malfoy Enterprises as you so astutely suggested. An owl will be dispatched shortly with the subpoena. Copies will be ordered to be delivered to your office no later than five tomorrow evening. Will that suffice?"
Hermione smiled warmly. "That would be splendid and so helpful. Thank you very much for your diligent and fair examination of the testimonies, and for supporting this worthy cause to fight long standing discrimination."
Cornelia smiled as she took another small nibble from her second cupcake. "Well, it will be up to the Wizengemot to determine if a change in labor laws is necessary, but you certainly make a compelling argument. Good luck to you Mrs. Nott, Mrs. Bittington, and Mrs. Hockbottom."
"Good day to you all," Hermione replied as they gathered up their files.
The three witches cracked open a bottle of champagne when they got back to Hermione's office. "To Moxie!" Hermione chirped.
"To equal rights!" Nelba added.
"To you two and to Champagne at eleven on a Thursday morning!" Lizzy finished, laughing.
They all toasted and Hermione wrapped an arm around Lizzy, tapping her glass once again. "To you, my dear friend Lizzy. What would I ever do without you?" The three laughed and drank champagne, basking in the success of the first big step and conquest of their endeavor. Hermione was absolutely thrilled the needed files would be subpoenaed. Her problem of obtaining the files legally was handled. She would destroy the files Rita had obtained.
After finishing the bottle, Nelba left, stating she was taking the rest of the day off to spend working in her garden. Hermione and Lizzy wished her a great day and then contemplated how to spend the rest of theirs.
Hermione was giddy. She was genuinely happy. The first time she had been properly happy in almost two weeks. She felt buzzed and alive and she didn't want it to end. "Lizzy, let's go out and have a few more drinks."
It warmed Lizzy's heart to see Hermione so happy. "Ok. It's lunch time, though. Most places will be crowded."
"I know the perfect place. We'll go to the Wayward Broom. It might be crowded but it has a huge bar."
The two witches apparated and stepped into the hustling establishment. They were fortunate to find two seats next to each other at the end of the bar. They ordered champagne cocktails and toasted to their success.
Two drinks and an hour later, Hermione was feeling quite buzzed. She knew she was getting drunk and knew she should stop, but she was so happy to have something in her life go right for a change.
"Hermione, I think I've had too much to drink. I need to go." Lizzy confessed, her words slightly slurred.
Hermione looked at Lizzy and smiled. "Are you okay to get home?"
Lizzy shrugged, dismissively. "I'm going to walk. It's only about six blocks to my home. The walk will help sober me up."
Hermione hugged her, her words slightly slurred as well. "Thank you, Lizzy. See you tomorrow."
Lizzy smiled. "Hermione, how about you head home as well. We can owl my Albert. He'll side along apparate us both. I don't want you Apparating when you've been drinking, and your flat is too far to walk."
"Lizzy, I'm fine. I promise. Go home. I'll see you tomorrow," Hermione reassured the older woman.
Lizzy contemplated for a minute before hugging her once more. "Alright, but please be careful." Her motherly, concerned tone warmed Hermione's heart.
Not wanting to go back to the flat yet and not ready to end the celebration, Hermione ordered another champagne cocktail and slowly sipped it. She looked at the wall clock. It was just after two-thirty in the afternoon. She glanced around the restaurant/bar and noticed it was fairly empty. As she sipped her drink, the bell over the door jingled, signaling another patron entering the bar. She turned and spotted a flash of white blond hair. She closed and reopened her blurry eyes. Draco...with Astoria. Beautiful Astoria with her gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyes, and expensive robes. Draco's hand was on her back guiding her through the maze of tables. Hermione felt jealousy rip through her in a heated rage so fierce that it stole her breath. She was drunk enough to be irrational, but still sober enough to realize she was being unreasonable. Draco had told Hermione he was still close to his ex-wife, but it didn't make the sting any less potent. She tried to be nonchalant as she watched him assist Astoria in slipping off her outer robes, revealing her slender yet busty, perfect figure in a striking lavender silk dress.
She watched as they sat down across from each other, Draco was smiling and laughing as they talked. Hermione felt sick. For the first time, she felt completely drunk. She needed to leave, she couldn't watch them. It would drive her barmy. She tossed the required galleons on the bar and slipped off her stool, accidentally dropping her bag, which made a lot of noise. Fuck! She didn't want Draco or Astoria to notice her. She grabbed her bag and made a dash for the door, tripping over her outer robes that were draped over her arm. She stumbled to the door and barely made it outside before a hand grabbed her, turning her back into the surprised face of Draco Malfoy.
"Granger, what the hell! Are you wasted?" His concerned grey eyes on her and there was disapproval in his voice, his strong hand held her steady.
She laughed. "Ten points to Slytherin!" She exclaimed, throwing her arm in the air and bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Hermione, what the hell?" He looked left and then right, concern etched on his face. "I need to get you home." He looked back towards the bar.
She pulled her arm away. "Malfoy, I'm fine. Go back to your wife." Her words were slurred and she was rocking back and forth on her feet. She winced to herself, she could hear the jealousy in her voice.
Draco's forehead wrinkled. "Ex-wife. You're right, I shouldn't leave her, but I need to get you home. You're in no condition to Apparate."
"You don't need to do anything. I can take care of myself." Hermione couldn't help it, she hated that he was there with Astoria. Jealousy of her, desire for him, the elation of winning her deposition, her confusion over her reactions to Theo's pleading and Dominance…it was too much. She needed to leave, post-haste. "Good bye, Draco," she mumbled as she turned on the spot.
"Hermione, wait!" It was too late, she was gone. He stood there for a minute, at a loss as to what she was doing so drunk, in a bar, all alone in the middle of the afternoon. To top it off he was worried she didn't make it home. He needed to know she was safe. He turned and stormed back into the bar.
Hermione landed safely on the sidewalk outside Theo's flat. In hindsight, she should have gone to her own apartment, but she knew Draco wouldn't look for her here. More importantly, she wouldn't know if he didn't come after her at the other apartment. Ignorance could be bliss after all. In her drunken and irrational mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Draco was still sleeping with Astoria. He said he wasn't, but she knew from experience that wizards weren't to be trusted.
She stumbled her way into the apartment and to the kitchen. She pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a glass. She tossed her robes and her bag on the counter and was about to take a blessed sip when a strong hand wrapped around her wrist.
"I think you've had enough, Kitten."
She jumped in surprise and turned. Intense but concerned blue eyes were on her. His grip holding her steady. She swayed and started to pull away. "Let me go, Theo." She demanded. "I'm celebrating."
"I don't think so, Kitten. Put the glass down, you've had enough." His eyes were dark, his stance tall and towering, his Dominance present and accounted for.
Theo had been at work when the PI showed up unexpectedly, warning Theo that Hermione was drunk and he might want to check on her. He was shocked to find she was much more intoxicated than he had anticipated. She was not a big drinker. Knowing she shouldn't drink anymore, he took control of the situation.
Hermione swallowed as she looked up into his intense expression, his sexy dark eyes glittered with…amusement? He was beautiful, she had to admit. And Merlin, when he looked at her like that. She had once loved him, hadn't she? Her eyes were heavy lidded. She swallowed as she felt warmth creep over her. Unchecked and unwanted desire overtaking her, she'd always been an amorous drunk.
Theo's eyes flashed, he knew those signs. She was aroused. "Kitten, put down the glass. Now." It was a command, his voice deep and seductive. He knew what she craved. He'd been too blind to take her seriously all those weeks ago. He was sure, now, that it was how Draco had seduced her. He would do the same. He carefully placed on hand on the counter on each side of her and stepped as close as he could without touching her, seductively cornering her, caging her in his arms. His eyes moved from her eyes, to her mouth to the dress that hugged her tits just the right way.
She slowly put the glass down, her eyes boring into his. Misjudging her placement, it crashed to the floor, shattering. He ignored it, his focus completely on her, he let his eyes smolder with heat. Finally! he thought to himself as her soft brown eyes flickered with desire. He scooped her up by her bum and was pleased when she wrapped her arms and legs around him before he carried her to the bedroom. His heart pounding with need and excitement.
He set her down, watching her while warring with himself. She was drunk, he shouldn't take advantage. She wasn't completely snookered, but pretty close. He could tell that she wanted him, and Merlin knows he wanted her.
Hermione felt fuzzy, warm, and aroused. In the back of her mind, she knew she was with the wrong wizard. She knew it was stupid to let it go this far, and yet she didn't know why she should fight it. It felt wrong, but oh, so right at the same time. Her thoughts flashed to Draco, the way his hand was placed possessively on Astoria's back, how his fingers had trailed down her slender shoulders as he slid off her outer robes. Jealously spurned her desire and need.
She forced herself to focus on the wizard in front of her. The dark, sexy, tall wizard. Her husband. Because for all that had happened, he was still her husband. She took a breath, trying to clear her fuzzy head.
Theo had her pressed against the bed. He whispered seductively, his mouth right next to her ear. She shivered. "Kitten, I know what you want…what you need." He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, planting a soft kiss at her pulse point before trailing an open mouth along the tendons of her neck. His right hand slid around the back of her neck and his left wrapped around to her lower back. He pulled her to him, pressing his hard body against her soft curves.
"You've been a bad witch, Kitten. A very, very bad witch." His eyes were dark, his tone still seductive, his delicious words a hint of what was to come, a hint of what she was craving.
Hermione's eyes remained locked on his beautiful, dark blue orbs that were heated with demands and desires. She had forgotten how incredibly sexy his Dominant eyes were when they were so close. She wanted him. She wanted her husband. She shouldn't feel guilty. She said she would try, after all. Her eyes fell to his mouth.
Recognizing her silent invitation, his mouth crashed on hers. His kiss was urgent, encompassing. Desperate to touch her, he ripped the front of her dress, exposing her breasts, encased in a lacy, black bra.
Needing to maintain some semblance of his control, control he knew she needed him to wield, he stepped back and crossed his arms. "Take off your bra, Kitten."
Hermione reached behind her, clumsily unclasping it, allowing it to slide down her arms before pushing it aside to drift to the floor. Theo's eyes feasted on her beautiful, familiar tits, her nipples peaked with arousal. His eyes then moved back to hers. His voice was husky with his own arousal. "Take off your skirt, leave on your heels."
Hermione was starting to feel overly relaxed, almost sleepy, but she was also soaking wet and turned on. The skirt fell to the floor and then his hands were on her bum and his mouth closed over one taut, straining nipple. He picked her up and laid her back in the bed as he unbuckled his belt and slid off his trousers. "Lay back, Kitten. Spread yourself open for me."
She melted back into the soft mattress, watching him with hooded eyes. A voice in the back of her brain was yelling muffled cries, begging her to stop this. But she didn't want to stop, her body needed this. She just needed to relax and be taken care of.
Theo was panting with lust as his eyes roved her splayed naked form. His hands around her waist, he slid her back to the edge of the bed. His fingers caressed past her hips, ripping off her flimsy panties. His strong grip pulled her a touch closer and then grasped her slender thighs, spreading them wide. Her bottom was teetering on the edge of the bed, rubbing against his erection as he stood in front of her. His hands held her in place as she began to writhe with need.
"Hmmm, perhaps I should punish you before I fuck you." His seductive gaze scorched her as it roved her body. He leaned down, trailing his hot, wet tongue from her navel to the underside of one breast, nuzzling it with his nose and making her mewl and throw her head back with delight. "Hmm? What do you think, Kitten?" His mouth made its way further north to tease a nipple and she arched into him, needy noises erupting from her throat.
"Just fuck me, please. Oh, Gods, please! Fuck me!" Her words were mumbled, her eyes closed. Her hands in his hair, holding him in place.
"As you wish, Kitten. I'll never deny you, ever again." He straightened up, lifting her ankles over his shoulders, her black heels still on her delicate feet. As he slid into her welcoming, wet heat, his eyes closed. He stilled, reveling in the feel of her. It had been far too long, and it felt like coming home. After pausing for a couple of seconds to collect himself, he began to move. He opened his eyes and watched her face, her brow was crinkled with the combination of painful pleasure this act caused, her mouth slightly open. More soft sex noises spilled from her lips. "Open your eyes, Kitten." He wanted to see her.
Hermione was falling, drifting into a blissful state of ignorant peace as pleasurable friction slid in and out of her. It felt like a dream. A wonderful dream. Visions of grey eyes, blond hair...Draco always knew just what to do to make her feel amazing. She could feel him filling her again and again, his hands massaging her breasts, plucking at her nipples. She whimpered, soft pleas dropping from her lips as she neared her climax. There was a delicious pressure on her clit, and a deep voice. A voice that seemed wrong somehow, whispering for her to open her eyes. Her brow crinkled in confusion. She didn't want to open her eyes. She worried if she did, this beautiful dream would end and she had missed him so much. She didn't want it to end.
"I said open your eyes!" The voice became louder, more demanding. She was so lethargic. Her eyes opened lazily as a strong hand yanked her hair. Yes, a little roughness is always good. "Hmm," she moaned, giving a little smirk. Then, a touch of confusion; a touch of uncertainty as blue eyes filled her retinas instead of grey. The eyes were familiar and dark with lust as she felt him snap his hips a little harder, a little faster. "Oh...Theo," she whispered in surprise, her eyes widening. "No, Theo. No," she whispered, bringing up heavy arms in attempts to push him away. His were the wrong eyes. She wanted grey.
Theo watched as her clouded eyes took him in. He groaned when she played at pushing him away. Her whispers of no driving him crazy, pushing himself faster and harder. It was a game they used to play. Saying "no" as he fucked her, taking her seemingly against her will. If she really wanted him to stop, he knew she would safe word. But, she had never safe worded before and he was confident she was enjoying this as much as he was. As the word 'no', and not the safe word 'quidditch', continued to spill from her sexy mouth, he was spurred on. He picked up his pace again, not willing to disappoint. His climax was fast approaching, he rubbed his fingers on her clit as his rhythm became frantic. He watched as her eyes rolled back with ecstasy. The word 'no' still spilling occasionally from her lips as she arched her back into him, her pebble peaked tits calling out to him. He leaned forward again, lightly biting a nipple as she tensed and moaned loudly with her release.
His own climax was close as her walls clamped, milking him, welcoming him home. He collapsed over her, kissing her neck, smiling with the realization that she was his again. Emotion pushed him over the edge. He tensed with his climax, his seed spilling into her as he barely heard her whisper, "Draco."
He froze, not wanting to believe it. He must have misheard. As his post climax heart rate and breathing slowed, he lifted himself up, looking down into her flushed face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth moist. He let out a slow breath, convincing himself he had not heard what he thought he did. But, his world collapsed once again as her mouth turned up into a soft smile. Devastating words spilled from her lips. "Hmmm, Draco. I love you."
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