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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N. Oh my goodness, you guys are awesome. Likes, reads and reviews! Thank you.
@ sherlocked17: I did consider having H have D chase her more, but in my mind, she was losing her desire to fight for everything she wanted. The war, her weird relationship with Harry, her parents’ rejection and finally her inability to pay for school and having to live in a tent ended up being the last straw. As a writer, I found myself somewhat impatient to get them together. :)
@ lexiatel: Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far.
@ ilariasantaniello: Grazie! Spero che non ti dispiaccia che ho usato Google Translator per scrivere di nuovo . ; )
@ magi: Draco is more mature in this story. He’s still an “end justifies the means” type of man, but in my mind, he’s not unkind. I’m actually basing Hermione’s situation on a woman I knew in college who lived in a tent in the woods to afford school. On very cold nights she would stay in the all-night study rooms or stay on a dorm room floor (sometimes mine). It was a tough situation, but I was always amazed at the lengths she went to go to school.
@Anon: I always love the myriad of ways fanfiction stories can go, like a parallel universe theory for these characters. Thanks for your review.
@ Trelweny: Thanks so much for the thoughtful review! Draco is kinder in this story. He’s suffered, he’s been humbled and he understands Hermione’s predicament. He is using her, but she gets something she really wants in return.
@ Malfoy'sgirl: Thanks for the sweet words for It’s Not Over. I thought about your comment and subsequently added some of Hermione’s thoughts on her decision into this chapter. I hope her reasoning comes through a bit more.
@staar: Thank you! Here it is!
@Anggea: Thank you for the review!
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Draco Summoned a bottle of champagne and two flutes.
“Care to toast to our agreement?”
She took a flute of effervescent champagne from him.
“Cheers to you, Hermione,” he said, trying out her name. He’d thought it plenty of times, but he hadn’t had the chance to say it.
“To us,” Hermione said, taking a sip of the slightly fruity, dry alcohol. This was the weirdest occasion she’d ever celebrated.
To prostituting myself to Draco Malfoy. Cheers!
Draco was into his fourth flute of champagne when he began asking her questions.
“Are you a virgin, Granger?”
“I don’t have to answer that,” she said, pouring herself a second helping of champagne.
“Our deal is that you open yourself to me and I want to know who you’ve been with.”
“Whatever information passes between us needs to stay between us. If you share my personal information, we’re finished.”
“Fine. Same applies to me.”
Hermione nodded. “I’m not a virgin. I slept with Harry a few times.”
“You two were together?”
Did Potty get to everything Draco wanted before he did? Fucking Harry Potter.
“No.”
“Are you still friends?”
“Yes. But we’re both trying to move forward. Our paths have diverged.”
“He didn’t know you were struggling?” Draco wondered.
“It’s not information I wanted anyone to know, even my friends. The only reason you know is because you’re here and you noticed my predicament.”
He noticed, Hermione. Of all the people in the world, the one who offers you anything is someone who made you cry at least once a year for the first five years of your life as a witch.
“What about your family?”
At his question, Hermione face took on a somber expression.
“They’re gone.” They’re gone to me. Want nothing to do with me.
Draco had the stark realization that Hermione didn’t have a support system. This was to his advantage. While he didn’t want to make her situation worse, he wanted her to need him. As it stood, what he could offer was more than anyone else would or could.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
She took a long drink of her champagne, changing the subject. “Where should I put my things?”
“We’ll turn the guest bedroom into your office, but you’ll stay with me in my room.”
“Um, alright. Why?”
“It’s what I want.”
This is the deal. Make it work, Hermione.
Hermione put her hand in Malfoy’s larger one and let him lead her to the bedroom.
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As they laid in bed, Draco combed his hands through Hermione’s long hair. She didn’t take care of it as she should, but he’d make an appointment with his hair witch for her. She lay on her side with her back turned to him. Her long men’s t-shirt left a lot to be desired. He’d take her shopping over the weekend. The idea of her looking like a pauper while he looked like a son of privilege didn’t appeal to him. Her appearance should reflect her status as his partner.
Hermione wondered what Malfoy was thinking about as he raked his fingers through her hair. His behavior had been decent thus far, but she didn’t know what to expect form him. They’d made the Unbreakable Vow for her safety, so she knew she wasn’t in danger. The fine bedding, warmth and Malfoy’s surprisingly relaxing ministrations lulled her into sleep.
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“Stop! I can do it. Please don’t hurt her! I need more time.”
Hermione bolted up, the thrashing body to her right waking her.
What the…Gods, Malfoy’s having a nightmare!
She put her hands over his so he wouldn’t hit her. “Wake up, Draco! It’s Hermione. You’re having a nightmare.”
He pleaded with his dream foe. “Please, you don’t understand. I’ll figure it out.”
Hermione raised her voice. “Malfoy! You’re having a nightmare.”
His eyes opened, wide and scared. “Granger?”
“You were having a nightmare.” Hermione removed her hands from his and moved back.
Sitting up, he took a deep, shaky breath. “Sorry, Granger. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“It’s alright. Those dreams…we all have them,” she whispered.
She nestled herself in the blankets and pillows. Tomorrow was Friday and she needed to get to work for a few hours in the morning. It would be her last day there, since Draco wanted her to focus on her studies and their arrangement. After a few minutes of Malfoy tossing and turning, he sidled up to her body and wrapped his arm around her waist. Hermione willed herself to relax into his embrace and eventually nodded off.
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Draco woke to an empty bed. He stretched and fisted his morning erection.
Mmm, Granger is mine, for at least the next few months.
His hand began to pump up and down remembering the kiss they’d shared. Her body was made for sex: just-shagged hair, long legs to wrap around his waist while he pounded into her, enough breast to fill his hands, full lips he couldn’t wait to feel kissing their way down his body. He used his other hand to massage the broad head of his cock, using the drops of liquid emerging from the slit to lubricate his hand.
Hermione had been in the bathroom getting ready for the day when she quietly opened the door from the bathroom to find Malfoy wanking. She stood in the doorway, hardly breathing for fear of alerting him to her presence.
Merlin, he really is gorgeous.
All lean muscle and stark angles. His white blond hair feathered over his forehead. His eyes were shut, his long lashes making him appear almost angelic. His breath hitched then he let out a low groan before his long, smooth penis erupted over his hand and onto his stomach. Hermione’s hand was covering her mouth. She’d never seen another person so uninhibited.
He opened his eyes to find Hermione standing in the doorway watching him. He grabbed his wand and spelled himself clean.
“I apologize for intruding on your privacy,” she finally said, moving to the closet to grab her bag.
She hurried out of the bedroom, embarrassed to have been caught. Somehow, her act of voyeurism pleased Draco. The rapt way she had been staring at him, her cheeks flushed and her hand over her mouth, as if she was afraid of what sounds might come out.
What an exhilarating way to start the day.
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The coffee shop was busy by the time Draco finally got there. He’d eaten breakfast at home and had stopped in to escort Hermione to her class, which was an hour before his first class. He found a seat and took out a book when a cup of coffee was placed on his table.
Dawn, Granger’s middle-aged co-worker, stood before him. She looked at him knowingly. He wondered if Granger had said something to her about their arrangement. Unlikely.
“Take care of her, Mr. Malfoy. A war heroine shouldn’t have had to work for Knuts, not after everything she’s done.”
Draco nodded, meeting Dawn’s perceptive gaze. “I’ll take care of her.”
“She doesn’t know it, but she’s treasured amongst many a wizard and witch.” Dawn gave him a small smile before making her way to the counter to assist a fresh wave of customers.
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“Your last class ends at three, right?” Draco asked as they walked to her class.
“That’s right.”
Hermione was shy with him after what she’d witnessed that morning. He guided her into a little-used pathway and pressed her against a wall. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
“Did you like what you saw this morning?” he murmured, his lips slowly descending on her cheek. He kissed her face slowly, kissing her brows, her nose, and then lightly bussing her lips.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said breathily.
His lips traveled to her ear. He whispered to her, causing her body to flush. A hand came up to smooth a lock of hair from her forehead.
“Come on, Granger. I know you don’t want to be late.”
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When she had time between classes, Hermione ran to her owl post office box to pick up her mail. Another bloody invoice from the school. She slit the envelope open and stared at the paper.
Paid: 1,509 Galleons. Owed: 1,491 Galleons.
Malfoy had made a 500 Galleon payment. She breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn’t have accepted his proposal if she didn’t think he’d uphold his end, but she thought he’d toy with her before he began to pay her tuition. Oh, she knew he’d find some way to play with her, but he’d shown her actual kindness and that was somewhat perplexing.
The building holding her owl post office box was next to a large courtyard of exotic plants and places for students and staff to sit and enjoy the flora. A wooden bench nestled amongst ever-blooming rose bushes was a perfect place for her to sit, eat her sandwich and take a few moments to think about the situation she had agreed to.
Malfoy was “fascinated” by her. Sex would be part of the equation. She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit to her physical interest in him. The kiss they’d shared had given her the faith she needed to know she would enjoy sleeping with Draco. But it was more than sex for him, she realized. He wanted to know about her, share ideas.
She thought back to the Advanced Arithmancy class they’d shared the previous year. Padma Patil had been her partner and while Padma was bright and diligent, the way Malfoy had explained his solutions to the class had been inspired. No one had wanted to work with him, but the work he’d done had been better than any other pair in the class. Since Malfoy didn’t spend their seventh year belittling her, she found it easier to appreciate his intelligence.
Considering his other motive, improving his family name, made Hermione want to giggle. Her Muggle name was held in regard by the public more than his ancient, magical name? After all her difficulties, she highly doubted the tides had changed so much that people preferred an outsider like herself over a pure-blood son of privilege. He seemed to think this was the case and she knew Malfoy was perceptive of things such as public sentiment.
Even being woken due to Malfoy’s nightmare, her sleep was better than it had been in weeks. She’d been trying to figure out how she’d continue to live in the tent during true winter, but her adapted warming charms had been a hot flash of heat followed by uneven warmth over her person. Her feet might be toasty, but her torso was cold and her head would be burning. Even the cheapest dorm rooms at the university would have required almost all her monthly earnings form the café. She’d briefly considered asking Harry if she could live at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, but she needed some distance from him. He could be self-absorbed and moody and it was hard to appreciate his good qualities when they were living together.
She finished her sandwich and Vanished the paper she’d wrapped it in.
Constant vigilance, Hermione. Especially in the face of someone as crafty and hot as Draco Malfoy. He is, for all intents and purposes, your employer. Not a love-stricken boyfriend.
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The smells of tomatoes, basil, and garlic wafted through the flat. Draco made his way to the kitchen to find Hermione sitting at the island, books spread before her.
She heard his footsteps and turned.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey, Malfoy.” She thought about what she’d say to him if he hadn’t tormented him for several years and decided to try that behavior. “How was your day?”
“I had a test in Business Arithmancy. I’m not sure how I did.” He went to the ice box for a bottle of water, one of the Muggle conveniences he enjoyed.
“You’re a natural at Arithmancy. I imagine you did well.”
That’s the nicest thing she’s ever said to me. Draco looked at her, noticing her messy bun, red scoop neck t-shirt and black yoga pants. She was so natural, so herself, Draco couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Thanks, Granger. What are you making?”
“Lasagna. It’ll be ready in an hour.”
Draco had made his way to the bar some weekend evenings, if he was in need of a drink and perhaps some companionship, but the little lioness in his kitchen was better than anyone he could pick up in a bar. He grabbed one of his textbooks and sat next to her at the island. Watching her study in the Hogwarts Library had been one of his favorite pastimes over the years. He’d have to learn to quit staring at her while she read and wrote and focus on his own work. At least now he could examine her at his leisure.
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The next evening, Hermione stared at herself in Draco’s bathroom mirror. The hair witch had trimmed, shaped and coaxed Hermione’s hair into a gorgeous, shiny soft mass of ringlets. The hair witch had been snooty at first, but upon discovering she was styling the hair of The Hermione Granger, she pampered Hermione until she felt boneless.
Malfoy had gone to “run errands” while her hair was being worked on, which she later discovered was him buying a whole new wardrobe for her. He’d done a surprisingly good job of buying her things she’d actually wear, but were considerably nicer than any of her current clothes. The selection of underthings had made her blush from her cheeks to her chest. Everything was tasteful, luxurious and perfectly sized.
She took a deep breath and donned the aubergine shift dress with a scoop neckline. The color brought out her dark eyes and made her skin look rosy. Pointy-toed black heels made her breasts and ass look fabulous in her new dress, Hermione thought to herself.
They were going out for dinner with Daphne Greengrass and her boyfriend, Blaise Zabini. While weary of the two Slytherins, neither had ever been rude to her.
“We’ve got to go, Granger!” Malfoy called from the other side of the door.
Hermione steeled herself and opened the door. She presented herself to Draco for inspection, prepared for him to make her change clothes or…she didn’t know. Something unpleasant. But he slowly circled her instead.
“Hold your hair up,” he instructed.
Very gently, he pushed silvery-grey pearl studs into her earlobes. Hermione held her breath as he focused on the delicate task. It appeared he might kiss her, but he stepped back and looked at her.
“Shall we?” he asked, noticing her trepidation. “They don’t bite.”
“I know. These situations aren’t really my strong suit.”
Draco could understand her hesitation, but besides indulging his fascination with her, he needed her to help rehabilitate the Malfoy public image. Drawing on the fact that Hermione thrived with praise, Draco put his hands on her shoulders.
“You can do this. You’re bright, articulate, brave and thoughtful. I was frankly quite surprised you let me pick your clothes, but you look as beautiful as you ever have.”
Hermione bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“Thank you,” she murmured, taking his arm. He was right. She absolutely could do this. He was upholding his part of the deal and she would do the same.
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