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Maybe	By : dragonhide Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

After Ginny finished her shopping (this included dragging Hermione to Quality Quiditch, and to find an owl to deliver some post to Harry and Ron) the girls headed back to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner. Upon entering they found the rest of the Weasely clan already there.

“Finally girls, I was beginning to wonder”, said Molly.

“Well, mum if you didn’t have me posting half the contents of a feast to them it wouldn’t have taken so long”, Ginny replied smartly and then took the empty seat at the end of the table.

Hermione stood transfixed; the only open spot was next to George (not a big deal) with Percy (a nastily huge deal) on the other side. The twins had planned this she could tell from their grinning.

“I think I’ll just go grab a copy of the Daily Prophet from the bar”, Hermione explained as she started to walk away, maybe she could find a chair on the way back.

“Oh Hermione…” Fred called and she heard something that sounded like paper waving through the air. “I’ve got it right here”

“Thank You” she managed through clenched teeth.

Looking daggers at Fred she leaned between the twins to take the paper and putting her foot over the bench wiggled between them. Straddling the bench, she stared expectantly at George, and he, shaking his head stared right back.

Arthur’s voice broke the staring contest. “George for Pete’s sake-who ever he may be-shove down so we can eat I’m starving!”

George moved down and then both the twins leaned in to tell Hermione that she wasn’t getting off that easily.

She grinned (as if she couldn’t handle them for two more days) and started unfolding the Daily Prophet while absently heaping food onto her plate.

After skimming the front page and all the major articles she found nothing about Lucius Malfoy’s release, typical they all knew the ministry was still trying to control everything even the news. In fact the only thing that she found of any interest was a tiny article announcing that after the Hogwarts start of term feast there would be a ball attended by ministry officials, professors and the school governors. She flipped to the back page and was about ask Arthur If he knew anything about this ball, when something caught her eye.

Dropping her fork she stood suddenly, hand over mouth the other clenching the shaking paper.

“What is it Hermione?” Percy questioned, being the first to notice her, thanks to his staring tendency.

She looked down at him, as if she wasn’t seeing him. “Hermione tell us what it is” Ginny firmly demanded, holding Hermione’s gaze when she looked her way.

Everyone was staring at her now, she took her hand away and barely above a whisper, they heard her voice crack “Narcissa Malfoy is dead” shaking she stammered “Yyyesterday, at her mmanor, ththeir saying it was ssu ssu suicide.”

“Narcissa would never have—“started Molly. Before she could finish the contents of the table were floating in front of everyone. They all looked at Hermione who was looking across the room. The Cauldron’s entire contents (plates, mugs, food, flatware, empty chairs) where floating and the room had gone silent; then the lights all flickered and everything burst into a million pieces. The lights came up and the front door (to muggle London) flew open.

Instantly people were yelling, and trying to clean off, it looked like an enormous food fight had taken place. Hermione was still standing dead still staring at the front door wringing her hands, when Fred waved a hand in front of her face and George poked at the gravy in her hair.

“What?” she snapped.

“Well you going to clean yourself up” Fred started

“Or is gravy the latest fashion at Hogwarts?” George finished.

Hermione tore her eyes from the door and began to spell herself clean. Not long after their dinner table was put right, Tom came by and asked if everyone was all right and apologized for the incident. No one talked through the rest of dinner. Molly kept giving Arthur looks as if she was bursting to say something and then thought better of it, and he would just pat her hand understandingly. Percy was staring at Hermione as if he wanted to bare his soul to her, again. Hermione, Ginny and the twins just kept looking at each other as if to confirm they all were seeing what was going on around them. Hermione couldn’t quit glancing at the front door.

            Hermione had been lying in bed for hours. Thinking about Lucius Malfoy, what had happened down stairs, and what the twins said they heard their parents talking about. Fred and George had used the extendable ears while the girls waited in Ginny’s room. According to them Molly just kept saying “she wouldn’t, she just wouldn’t, well I mean look at who she’s named after, no way she’d, and not now that so much was at stake” over and over again. Arthur they said seemed more distraught and almost angry. “It’s all going to come out in two days, and then we will know where they really stand. Fred and George agreed with Hermione something was brewing in the ministry, but what no one knew. Hermione had an idea it had something to do with Lucius Malfoy, but she wasn’t about to tell anyone about that yet, it seemed no one else knew of his release. She was wondering if maybe it was a day dream. If that was the case she needed some of her mum’s smut novels to help her imagination.

Certain it wasn’t, she decided to have another look at the paper maybe she’d missed something crucial, when she realized the Daily Prophet she’d been reading was gone. She couldn’t put her finger on what she’d done with it. One minute she was holding it downstairs and now it was gone. I guess I’ll get a new one in the morning.

It was so curious what had happened, so similar to what Harry had described about his tantrums. She wondered if Lucius Malfoy had anything to do with his wife’s death. When was he released? Or maybe He’d been hiding out in the pup and he had caused the events. But would he really have that kind of reaction, he didn’t seem the loyal husband type. Then suddenly it hit her, Draco had to have been there, in the Leaky Cauldron (she was out of bed pacing). He must have heard, about Nar…his mum, oh my god his mum!! Her hands were over her mouth again. It was the only thing that made sense to her, and the door, he went to muggle London? Draco Malfoy in muggle London, he must not have been paying attention where he was going. Or maybe Snape was in London. Hermione giving up on sleep turned some water in the kettle into coffee and pulled her father’s old college jumper out of her closet. She opened the door to the veranda, and sank into the lounge she began to mull out the thoughts in her mind.

The sky was beginning to lighten ever so slightly, when she finally stood up to stretch. Laying back on the lounge she propped her head up with the pillow. Then to no one but herself she sighed loudly and muttered discouragedly “Where are you Draco, where on earth are you?”

Hermione breathed deeply, and then her eyes popped open, it smelled like draco again. And low and be hold there he was in front of her, with the damned smirk upon his lips. Well that she could fix.

“Where have you been” she asked in a tone to make Molly proud.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe you’re my mum” he sneered.

“Oh, Oh your, how…”

“Stop, I will not talk about it with you” he interrupted as she met his glassy eyes.

“It’s okay you know, to feel, it keeps us human” she encouraged as she got up and moved toward him.

Like a magnet he moved toward her, there eyes never blinking, all their isolation seeping into one another. Her hands were on his face.

“Hermione, make me feel, I want to feel you” his voice deep with need, as he circled his arms round her waist.

She simply nodded. Draco pulled the jumper over her head and laid her back on the chaise. He began kissing her forehead, working his way down to her neckline, he hit a sensitive spot and she moaned. She wanted him so badly he made her feel real, and as if she weren’t all alone. She fisted his hair and pulled his lips to hers, determined to feel every inch of him, determined to drown her sorrow with his touch.

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In the room directly below Hermione’s was Neville Longbottom, being as there was only two days before start of term he’d convinced his Gran to let him stay with Seamus and Dean. So they were all sitting around drinking and telling tales about their summers. Neville was finding their stories childish and boring and when it was his turn, he greatly obliged them with a story about France and a woman he shagged there. Instantly they were intrigued. He had been visiting a cousin there and there was a witch at the small town pub that they became friends with and soon she was begging Neville to take her out. So he’d agreed and after that she spent the rest of the time working or shagging his brains out, as he put it.

“Your pulling my leg aren’t’ you?” Dean asked

“No dead serious, want to hear about her cock sucking skills mates?” Neville baited

Well they were all rather pissed at this point and of course heartily agreed. He went to great lengths to describe her body and her amazing ass, and then plunged into his story.

“This bint was crazy, she would do it anywhere, and I can’t even count the number of times she did it at the pub right under the table. And her mouth was huge; I could get the whole thing down her and no gagging. It was amazing, and she would fondle your bits with such delicate hands you’d think you were in heaven.” He gloated

Watching his roommates adjust themselves again and again he decided it was time for bed. As he got up to head to his room he added “She’s agreed to come to Hogsmeade, you’ll have to find out for yourselves” he winked and shut his door. On the other side he heard strangled groans and the boys tell each other quick good nights then he heard two doors shutting. He simply rolled his eyes, undressed, and then he thought about the fact that they were all doing the same thing right at this moment and his cock twitched. He ignored this and climbed into bed.   Once in bed he pulled out the pensive on the nightstand. He smiled to himself. He of course had left out the best part of the story. The witch he’d shagged, had fabulous brown curls and had agreed to wear the Gryffindor school uniform, which made imaging Hermione’s face all the easier. He peered over the dresser and was flung into one of the many summer trysts.

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Draco was stumbling from one pub to the next, trying to find one still open at this late hour. The Daily Prophet was sticking out of the back pocket of his dockers, long since forgotten. He’d spent a lot of time in muggle Lodon while waiting for Hermione to arrive and well it was proving useful now. Just up ahead he saw a flickering neon light, “Hot damn” he slurred into the night and speeded his pace as much as he was able.    Just as he approached the lights flicked off, and he swore into the night. Leaning against the brick for support he lit a fag and tried to think if there were any other pubs open. His brain was a little fuzzy and he wasn’t quite sure why.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” he chanted while banging his head against the brick.

“Love to, Mr.” a voice that sounded like a chirpy squirrel cooed.

He opened his eyes and there in front of him was, well he wasn’t 100 percent sure, but he thought what might have been a prostitute. He looked her over once to be sure, the thigh high white boots said yes, as did the purple bra, covered with a green fishnet tee. The shorts (orange) he was pretty sure were meant for use under your clothing. When he returned his eyes to her face he almost blanched right there, she had a very scary resemblance to some one he knew; all though his brain had a hard time placing just who.

“Um I’m sorry, but you don’t by any chance no of an open pub?” he asked smoothly. At least she might be good for that.

“It’s 436 am if you haven’t gotten pissed then you aren’t going to mate” she replied as she put her hand on his shoulder. Draco tried to back away, and was reminded he was already against the wall.

Sliding sideways across the wall out of her reach “Thanks for the time, but I must be off if your right then it’s time for bed” he immediately regretted his choice of words.

“I couldn’t agree more” she purred and was shoving her tongue down his throat before Draco knew what hit him.

“ggget off” he managed as he pushed her away.

Her eyes lit up “I’m trying, taste like tequila mmm my favorite” she mocked at him.

“Pansy, listen I don’t know how to tell you this but, I’m not going to have sex with you, in fact even if I wanted to I couldn’t, there’s no way I’m getting it up tonight” he suddenly felt very very dizzy.

She looked confused “Who the fuck is Pansy?” she muttered under her breath.

Then there was another woman at her side. Draco suddenly decided sitting was a much better idea at this point and slid down the wall. They were walking away now, and he heard them say something about feeling sorry for that bloke’s wife. He finished his fag and looked up at the night sky it was starting to get light out and he suddenly remembered he only had two days to get Hermione’s help. Some how those thoughts sobered him up. Taking a deep breath he decided this was the morning he would wake her, it had to be. Just one more fag and then he’d go.

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They were tearing at each others clothing like animals and trying to get at as much skin as possible. Pulling her shirt down he exposed her tits, they were as fabulous as he had been imagining. He was sucking them roughly in his mouth and she began to beg.

“Please Malfoy I can’t bear it I’m so wet already, please fuck me” she moaned

God her moaning was like heaven and he nearly came in his dockers. He moved to her other tit sucking viciously and she growled in frustration. That had his cock twitching like mad. He didn’t know if he could hold on much more.

He stood up and pulled her pants of and then his own. She gasped when she saw his cock. He couldn’t help but smirk at her.

“Having second thoughts love” he teased spreading her legs apart, he saw her opening glistening.

“No I want it, now come slide into my wet cunt.” She demanded.

He slid into her and began nibbling her tit’s again, she was moaning and that just kept driving him.

“more…harder” she screamed. He picked up the pace and was thrusting as hard as he could.

“I want more” she begged. So he flipped her over and began pounding her from behind.

“Such a cute bum” he growled.

“Oh Malfoy” she moaned

“Say my name”

“Malfoy”

”No my real name” he demanded as he smacked her ass and thrust even harder. Looking over her shoulder she gave him a defiant look and he smacked her ass again.

“I said say my name” smacking her ass as hard as he could he thrust as deep as possible. Every time he smacked her ass he felt her walls clench around him and this had him on the edge.

“Ferret” she moaned defiantly.

“Say” thrust “My” thrust “fucking” smack “name” thrust, he screamed.

“DDD” she purred. That was enough his thrust became harder and deeper and then suddenly frantic and he was coming in her. He closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened them Draco looked down puzzled to find his pants soaked through, his cock semi hard and his legs sprawled in front of him. The sky was hazy pink and an unlit fag in his hand; it had only been a dream.

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Hermione knew she was doing this because he needed it, because she needed it too. After all he’d just lost his mother and the look in his eyes was enough to kill her. But, she was wondering if they should have taken it slower, when suddenly she felt him coming inside her. She looked back and expected to see him smirking at her. Instead she saw Percy his face scrunched like a chipmunk and Fred and George over his shoulder pointing and laughing saying something about getting her comeuppance. Oh my god she panicked and immediately turned around.   She tried to pull away but his large cold hand wrapped around her hips. What the hell she thought, Percy’s hands couldn’t be so big and why they were they cold. She turned her head again and found Lucius Malfoy fucking the hell out of her.

“Definitely good for my needs” he chuckled. Hermione began to shake and everything was turning to ice, the chaise became a stone floor and it was freezing. She couldn’t stop shaking. She was shaking so hard she thought she might pass out. He stopped so suddenly that she fell forward and hit her head on the cold stone.

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Shit- Draco thought as he stole into her suite, (she’s already up) he could see the bed and no one was in it. Only Granger would get up this early when she didn’t have too. Who does that really filthy little…he stopped, took and deep breathe, obviously he was in a bad mood. He needed some coffee or hangover juice or something and then he could get Granger to help him. He shuffled into the kitchen, only to find it empty. Well maybe she was showering, he smirked at the mere thought of “actually” seeing her naked. He sauntered that way. As he crossed the bedroom he noticed the veranda door open. Immediately he panicked what if someone had broken in? He drew his wand and moved closer to the door. As he came upon it he saw feet (girl feet, the toes were painted) sticking out from the end of the lounger. A pit began in his stomach. As he slid on to the balcony and peered over the chaise he saw her lying flat on her stomach shaking violently.

Immediately Draco rushed to her side and turned her over, then he took his shrunken invisibility cloak out of his pocket and said the enchantment to make it normal again. He was lifting her head and making it a pillow for her when her eyes began to flutter.

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Hermione didn’t hear anything, not breathing or panting or spells being cast nothing. Suddenly she became very afraid, then she felt someone turn her over and she wanted to open her eyes but couldn’t. She had to be strong, so she took a deep breath and she smelled Malfoy her eyes snapped open. She was there on the veranda; it had only been a dream. She sighed in relief and then looked up at Malfoy.

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“Fucking hell” they breathed out in unison.
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