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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hermione apparated directly to the Weasley's home and bypassed the surprised George Weasley who had been on the living room couch with his wife Angelina on her way to her shared room with Ron. She quickly cast a spell and packed all her clothing before shrinking them and picking up the rest of her already shrunken belongings. “Hello George, Angelina” she acknowledge as she went directly to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. “Advise Ronald to not even bother coming for me” she told them and then tossed the powder into the flames calling out “Grimmauld Place” as she stepped in.

            She landed a moment later at Harry's and immediately let out a yell of frustration. “How dare he? I should have hexed his bloody bits to pieces!” She stomped her foot “Bloody! Ridiculous! Wanker!” There was a chuckle behind her, and she spun on the spot, wand drawn, to find Malfoy standing there with a handful of powder in his hand, another one of his handsome grins on his face. “Temper, temper Granger” he drawled out before stepping passed her, calling out “Malfoy Manor” and disappearing. As he brushed passed her she got a whiff of his cologne and closed her eyes as she took in the scent. He smelled heavenly, of a fresh morning on an English moor, wood chips and spices. It was a mouthwatering. One of the best smells she had encountered on a man. Hermione snapped out of it, what was wrong with her? This was Malfoy she was thinking about, there was nothing pleasant about him. Her surprising reaction to seeing Malfoy again darkened her mood further, stomping her foot again at her foolishness. She forced herself to get a grip and stomped her way toward the kitchen for a drink.

            Who knew Granger had such a potty mouth Draco mused to himself as he landed in the Malfoy foyer. He grinned slightly at the thought of how flustered she had seemed when she arrived. He had just been ready to depart when suddenly the floo activated and she landed there. She had instantly stomped her foot and began her tirade against Weasley no doubt. She had been holding her wand in one hand while the other was balled into a tight fist. The sight of her had been... adorable. His mood soured at the thought of the useless wizard upsetting her, but then the fact that he had been bothered by it at all made him even gloomier. Did he truly just think Granger had been adorable? Surely not, it had been a rare moment where she had managed to amuse him rather than annoy him. But better adorable than fuckable right? Draco grimaced at the self-imposed question, he wanted to reflect on the subject of his roommate’s best friend for a moment longer but his thoughts were cut short when his mother laughed in delight at his arrival. She came forward instantly and wrapped him in a hug, he held her close then at an arm’s length and liked that she looked the best she had in years. She was glowing with happiness. Narcissa Malfoy noticed how her son's first concern was for her wellbeing and smiled up to him. “My precious dragon, it’s been so long, how have you been?” Draco was amused by his mother’s dramatics “it's been less than a week since I've seen you last and I'm still as well as I was then”. She took his arm and led him toward the gardens “Nonsense, that's much too long. You're father hasn't arrived home yet. Let's sit outside while we wait and have tea.” Draco accommodated her and let her steer him through their home.

            His mother began to fill him in on her latest adventures and it made him swell with pride how successfully he had managed to restore the Malfoy name. His parents had been shunned and treated far worse that the inmates of Azkaban following Potter’s testimony, considering they were known Death Eaters. The backlash had been crippling to their pride as a family. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t deserved it to an extent but the reality had been far worse than they could have imagined. The manor had been attacked numerous times and despite being kept out of Azkaban, their entire family had been suspended from the use of magic for the first year. They had been left destitute and defenseless in their own home as penance for the way the Wizengamot described to be the same way they had left their muggle victims. Just the thought of that so called “justice” caused Draco to clench his fist. He had never seen his parents so defeated. His mother had been perpetually on the verge of depression and his father had been so humiliated that he denounced all of his prejudice against Halfbloods and Muggleborns. The Zabinis, who had remained neutral during the war, had been a godsend. Blaise and his mother had taken them in and allowed them refuge. But by the time their magic had been restored the manor had been in ruins and their name had been in shambles. The destruction of their home brought the Malfoys back together. Draco let go of all the resentment that he had held for his father and forgave his mistakes. When the entirety of the wizarding world turned against them they had persevered together “Draco?”

His mother had paused mid step when she noticed his mind was elsewhere and was looking at him questioningly. “It’s nothing mother, forgive me what was it that you had said?” She gave him a look that said she clearly didn’t believe him “is it a girl?” Draco sighed; his reflection of the past had brought them to THAT part of his visit much earlier than he anticipated. To make matters worse, his father hadn’t arrived which meant that there would be nothing to distract his mother. “No it’s not a woman mother, I was thinking of our past.” She sat down on a cushioned seat and clapped her hands “Winky”. The elf appeared a second later “be a dear and get us tea”, Winky nodded and disappeared before coming directly back with tea. Draco took a seat across from his mother and accepted a cup from the small elf. He wanted to look preoccupied with drinking but knew that his attempts would be futile against his mother’s perusal. “So who is she Draco, and don’t bother lying I can tell” she had the familiar glint in her eye and Draco found himself sighing again. “Truly, there is no girl” Unless you count a certain bookworm he thought in response to his denial. Draco felt a surge at irritation at his recent lack of control. The incident was always there in the corner of his mind ready to be explored and revisited at a moment’s notice. He thought of the twins Blaise had invited over tomorrow, he really ought to steal them both for himself. Setting down his teacup untouched, he crossed his leg at the knee “Any interesting news from the ministry? I don’t hear much these days” His mother only sipped at her tea in response before smiling at him and replying “I hear all sorts of things dear son. Which brings me back to my original question Draco, who is this mysterious girl that has you so lost in thought? You know I’ll find out sooner or later.” She gave him a sly smile and realization dawned on him. “That son of a…”

“Language Draco, Blaise only came by to visit me. He keeps me company when you neglect me. It’s lovely that Miss Granger is back in town. She’s bound to do something brilliant.”

“Mother…”

“She’d be a wonderful addition to our family; I’ve heard that she’s become quite beautiful. What a waste it would be if she were to marry the Weasley boy.”

“Mother… it’s not …” Draco felt himself getting flustered. It was embarrassing to be cornered by one’s own mother in a topic that was something he refused to even acknowledge himself. He was definitely going to have the twins for himself; Zabini could burn in hell for this as far as he cared. His mother had that glint in her eyes. He could just imagine her planning his wedding when he wasn’t around. “I’m just saying, that if something happened that required you to wed sooner than you expected, your father and I would accept her.” Draco frowned, something wasn’t adding up about this conversation. Usually his mother went on and on for hours about her latest adventures. Yes, they eventually would have gotten to the exasperating discussion about his reluctance to take a wife just yet. She would comment about being too old to play with her grandchildren at the rate he was going and he would be forced to endure it. But that conversation always came after he listened to the latest gossip and heard all of the news from the wizarding world. “Do you know something I don’t know mother?” She smiled openly at this and his frown deepened. There was no good to come from whatever had his mother so happy. He wanted to question her further but her attention was diverted “Ah Lucius welcome home” his mother rose and went to welcome his father. Draco stood as well but waited for the older wizard to finish greeting his wife. “Sir” he acknowledged. 4 years ago Draco would have been stunned by any sign of affection from his father, but the times had changed and he wasn’t surprised when the older man pulled him into a hug. The small family sat down and Draco noticed when his mother didn’t return to their earlier conversation. He wanted to revisit it so that he could get more answers as to what his mother had meant but the thought got lost when his father asked him about the business.

It wasn’t until Draco returned back to Grimmauld place and settled into bed for the night that he remembered the questions he had wanted answers to. His mother had successfully distracted him. Draco decided to let it go, it didn’t matter truly. His mother was desperate for grandchildren and just trying to hint at marriage once again. There was no chance of him ever touching Granger, much less marrying her. He had nothing to worry about.

Hermione awoke the next morning to the sunshine and cursed herself for not shutting the curtains the night before. She brushed the hair away from her face, sat up and had to recall for a moment why she was in one of the upstairs rooms in the Leaky Cauldron. She remembered the events of the previous day and growled in frustration. Hermione had gone from the Weasley's home to Harry's to throw Ron off her trail, then after her run in with Malfoy had a nice stiff drink, altered her appearance slightly and spent the night at the Cauldron under the name Penelope Clearwater. There was a tap at her window. Rising and finding an owl there, she released the latch on the window and allowed the bird to fly in and land on the desk. She recognized her usual copy of the Daily Prophet. Fetching a Knut from her purse she placed it in the owl’s small pouch and accepted the newspaper. The owl allowed her to pet him for a moment before flying out the window. Hermione bent over the duffle bag and began rummaging through it for her toiletries when movement a sudden flash of red light on the front page of the Daily Prophet caught her eye. Straightening and picking up the issue, rage poured through her when she recognized herself stunning Ron and apparating away. Somehow, someone bared witness to her argument with Ron and had caught it all on camera “bloody inconsiderate wankers” she grumbled taking the paper back to the bed and sitting. She braced herself for the article to come and began to read:

Golden Girl War Heroine Hermione Granger Back in England with a Vengeance!

Confirmed to be back in England for the first time in 4 years, the third member of the Golden Trio, Hermione Granger, was spotted leaving a muggle restaurant yesterday followed by none other than Ronald Weasley. The long term couple, despite Ronald’s many public outings (revisited in section C), were seen having a heated conversation to which Miss Granger listed Mr. Weasley’s past transgressions to him in a passionate speech, by the end of which she was seen weeping. Mr. Weasley then attempted to console his estranged girlfriend by proposing, a question to which Miss Granger answered by stunning and abandoning him. Trouble in paradise? We think so.

-          L. Brown Witch Weekly correspondent reporting

By the end of the article, Hermione just sighed. They had essentially painted Ronald the monster and she immediately felt guilty at the backlash he was no doubt receiving. She was still really upset with him and disappointed by his selfish nature, but he didn’t deserve this kind of attention. Hermione tossed the paper in the rubbish bin and went back to her duffel bag to get her clothes out for the day. She decided to go visit Ron and make up with him after a shower.

When she returned to her room, she recognized that Pigwidgeon was tapping at her window. Letting him in she untied the letter from his foot and held him in her arms “I’ve missed you Pig, how have you been?” He hooted in response. Laughing softly she set him down on the desk and picked up the letter “what have you got for me?” The letter was in a simple envelope that was embossed with a large “G”. Hermione frowned and opened the letter.

Hermione,

            You’ve made Ron look like a complete louse in the eyes of the public and selfishly ruined his reputation just to get even. Even worse than that you attacked him and left him in an alleyway in muggle London. Then despite all of this when he went to look for you, you’ve hidden yourself away to make him feel like complete shit. Not to mention you carelessly disregarded his sincere marriage proposal. Either you apologize to him or don’t bother speaking to the Weasley’s again. You’ve disgraced us enough.

-          G.W.

Hermione dropped the letter on the desk, shrunk and gathered her clothes with a wave of her wand. It was becoming increasingly apparent to her that no one could grasp the simple concept that she had changed. 3 years away and she was not the same mousy Hermione Granger that had left. The war had strengthened her resolve, but the time away from everyone had allowed her time to focus on herself. She refused to allow anyone to bully her and she knew just exactly how to make Ginny stop.

            Hours later Hermione sat comfortably in the Weasley’s living room, reflecting on her successful day. All it had taken was a quick apology to Ronald for her actions, a howler to the Prophet for an immediate retraction and showing Mrs. Weasley Ginny’s letter. The older woman had immediately accepted Hermione’s explanation and sent a howler of her own with some loosely veiled threats to her youngest child. Hermione had received an apology within the hour and everything had gone back to normal just like that. Harry who had decided to come to dinner that night had taken one look at the letter and chucked it into the fireplace before settling on the couch across from her. Ron joined them shortly, sitting next to Hermione and challenged him to a game of wizard’s chess. Being in their presence, watching her two boys do something as normal as a game of chess reminded her of the happy moments they had at Hogwarts. She looked between the two of them and was happy that they had all survived, that they had a future.

Hermione looked to the redheaded man who was supposed to be her future. During her apology she had said she would consider his proposal when she felt ready. But when would that be? Hermione wasn't a stupid girl, Ron had ages to go before he was the kind of man she wanted to marry and his infidelity or rather dishonesty about the exact nature of his “needs" during her absence infuriated her. She could have handled the truth. It made her feel stupid for the way she had believed in him, but no more. If she was going to be with Ronald Weasley in the end, she was going to make him wait and work for it. Accepting his lackluster marriage proposal was the last thing on her agenda. Admitting that to herself made Hermione feel better; she had so much to accomplish before she resigned herself to being Ronald's second mother.

            Draco arrived at the Zabini manor slightly later than intended. He had a business meeting that ran longer than expected and then a surprise meeting from Mr. Greengrass in regards to a marriage union. It had taken all of 3 seconds for him to turn down the offer but the next 4 hours to actually get Mr. Greengrass out of his office. The older wizard had simply refused to take no for an answer and had even hinted at some greater reason, that he couldn’t disclose of course, for the union being so ideal. Either way Draco hadn’t cared. He could not see himself being tied to either Greengrass sister; he’d rather marry a muggle than be stuck with either of the vapid witches.

He cursed himself as soon as he thought it. There was a particular Muggleborn witch that kept coming to mind whenever he thought of marriage these days and he was annoyed as fuck by the implications. It was his mother’s fault for suddenly giving him their blessings to marry anything less than a pureblood. He had been thinking about life in a whole new way since then. It afforded him more freedom than he had ever had and he loved the fact that his future was now in his complete control. So where as he would have normally been forced to consider Mr. Greengrass’s proposal, he had the ability to deny it outright now, it was brilliant. There were so many witches in this world and he was no longer restricted to the few Purebloods that he knew.

Draco smiled to himself when he thought of the night to come, he would suggest Blaise go get them all something to drink then take the twins straight to his room at the Zabini manor. He landed in the foyer and headed straight to the wing where Blaise usually began his nights wooing women by playing the piano. Draco repressed a sigh at the thought; Blaise was subpar at best on the instrument. But he had kept this fact to himself, seeing as he hadn’t wanted to explain that he had taken up playing in an attempt to escape from his fate during and after the war. Draco had no clue why he even became interested in the piano but he had quickly found that he had an affinity for it and soon excelled. The piano had been able to soothe him when nothing else had, it kept him sane. Draco could hear the sound of music as he rounded the corner to the hall where Blaise no doubt was and shook his head to himself, slightly amused. Blaise could pretend to be the next Beethoven all night for all he cared. Draco was ready to fuck the twins senseless.

He opened the door to the large room without knocking and grinned at the first thing that came to sight. In front of him was a fully clothed Blaise playing the piano as he had predicted, and leaning against it were two naked brunettes with their backs to him. Draco admired their full round asses for a moment before pulling off his suit jacket and dropping it on the floor. He felt the beginning burn of desire and decided that he wanted the one on the left first. She had a mole right above her left butt cheek that he liked. He took a step into the room and Blaise sent him a smirk before waving him over. Draco reached for his tie and began to loosen the silk at his throat “glad to see you made it mate, meet Melody and Harmony.” Draco smirked in response; even their names fit the mood of the night. Draco paid mind to the fact that he didn’t know which twin was which, but it hardly mattered; all he knew and cared about was that they would be screaming his name by the end of the night.

He had been headed for the left one when they turned around, his breath caught in his throat and he froze. All his blood rushed south and his dick surged to life pressing painfully against his zipper. The hand at his tie fell away and Draco was rendered speechless. He was looking at two fully nude Hermione Grangers.

The night had wound down and after Ron had beat Harry more than twice in chess, Hermione was ready for bed. She stretched in her spot on the couch and rose, then went to Ron and planted a kiss on the top of his head. As soon as she mentioned sleeping, Ron instantly suggested that she spend the night with him “I do not want to spend the night with you Ronald, I want my own space at the moment and we agreed to take this slow. I’m heading to the Cauldron tonight and flat shopping in the morning.” He had protested in response to this but she refused to give in. Ron looked completely put out but only nodded in agreement to her. Hermione wanted to be more accommodating for him considering the kind of morning he had, but in reality she didn’t think she could handle another long night of rebuffing his attempts at seduction. The thought of anything of that nature with Ron was dirty at the moment and tainted by the fact that the Patil twins had been where he inevitably wanted her to go. No thank you to that for right now, she had to get over all of those things before she even remotely considered letting him touch her and that was not happening any time soon.

All Hermione wanted was to have a quiet night of sleep and with any luck find a quaint but functional place to live in the morning. She had had all her belongings under a shrinking spell for majority of the day and she was worried that some of her clothes may never fit the same once she put them back to rights. Harry sighed as he looked at the chess board and forfeited, despite the fact that it had only been about 5 moves into the match. He left the room and came back with both his and Hermione’s jacket a moment later. “How about you spend the night at Grimmauld place? I’ve got the spare rooms and that way you don’t have to bother with the Leaky Cauldron.” Hermione smiled at the green eyed man, who despite having won the war still proved to always be her savior. “That’s a lovely idea; it’d be so nice to be somewhere familiar. I can make breakfast for you in the morning as repayment.” Ron shot to his feet suddenly and grumbled something about the Weasley manor being somewhere familiar before hastily bidding them goodnight and leaving. Harry and Hermione shared a look; she just sighed and shook her head but refrained from commenting on their best friend’s behavior.

Draco just stood there for what seemed an eternity, unable to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. All he knew was that his mouth had gone dry and he wanted them. Fuck how he wanted them. His body begged to sink deep into either of them, both of them. It truly didn’t matter so long he heard his name coming from either pair of lips.

The one on the right tilted her head to the side and her long brown hair swept off her shoulders exposing the soft looking skin of her neck. Draco changed his mind, he wanted her first. Her sister crossed her arms, and studied him for a moment before smiling and turning to the other one “Oh my Mel, we’ve never gotten this before, looks like we’ve shocked this one silent.” Draco felt as though he had received a blow to the gut and let out a ragged breath. The sound of her voice rang the alarms in his mind and proved to be the jumpstart needed to reboot his system. The painful erection that had punched to life at the sight of them began to wane instantaneously and comprehension finally dawned. The voice was all wrong, it was an illusion. Draco made a swift waving motion through the air and their features changed fully; two beautiful women, but blonde and not Hermione Granger. Blaise had cast a spell on the muggle woman to trick him. When the Italian realized that his ruse had been discovered he couldn’t help but break into a fit of laughter. The two women who thought it had been because of Draco's initial reaction laughed with him and high-fived. Draco wanted to curse the Italian wizard to high hell and show him the true humor of his displeasure but with not one, but two muggle witnesses there wasn’t enough that he could do to Blaise without them ultimately noticing. Nothing severe enough to satisfy the blonde that is.

Draco grit his teeth, turned on his heel and was out of the room before the Italian could recover from his laughter. He grabbed his jacket hastily on the way out and slammed the door behind himself. Once in the hall, he leaned against the wall and took deep even breaths to calm himself down. How the fuck had that happened? Why did he have such a powerful reaction to them? He should have been disgusted, embarrassed even for Blaise poor judgment. Since when did Draco Malfoy stand there like a complete fool in the face of a naked woman no matter who she looked like? He had been dumb struck! Rendered completely speechless by the site of what had been illusion of Granger naked.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Draco berated himself; he should have instantly realized it was a trick. There had been two of them for Merlin’s sake! Draco ran a rough hand through his hair and debated going back into the room and cursing the wizard anyway. But the idea that Blaise might possibly have recast the illusion spell for his own purposes discouraged Draco. Instead he rushed down the hall to the foyer, grabbed a hand of powder, threw it into the flames and called out his home destination before stepping in and being pulled away.

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