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A Very Dramione Holiday	By : K_B_Lynne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters or settings, they are the sole property of J K Rowling (duh). Oh, and I make no money for doing this. (again, duh)

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As at least one of you has guessed, we've got a Valentine's Day gift for all our loyal readers: TWO CHAPTERS! That's right, you get two chapters in one day! Hopefully this makes up for the dreadfully late New Years chapter. hehe.

Chapter Three: Valentine’s Day - Part One
The bond that Hermione and Draco created in six weeks felt to Hermione as strong and as natural as the bond she shared with Harry and Ron after seven years of friendship. She realized that it was, largely, based on sex, but the emotional connection they’d created was also undeniable. The things she’d learned about Draco at the New Years Ball stuck in her mind, a mark of the change he’d made in himself. It had been, at the time, like a green flag, confirming that her gut reaction that it was okay to let him in.
But that was six weeks ago and now Hermione had one severe regret. For Merlin’s sake, how could the two brightest students in the school be so bloody stupid? She leaned against the bathroom sink, trying to wrap her head around it, before she heard the common room door open. Draco was back. She quickly poured the potion down the sink, running the water to help rinse the pink liquid down. She tossed the vial into the garbage, and began to wash her hands as though she’d just finished using the loo.
Tonight had been Quidditch practice, a routine for Friday nights. But damn if Draco didn't hate practice this time of year. It was muggy and snowy, a hard flurry in the air tonight that made his face sting and his hands numb through his dragonhide seeking gloves. He couldn't even really commiserate with his teammates; so few of them were from the same from last year, even if he'd selected them all himself. He didn't feel like he could really get along with them. Coupled with the long walk back to the Head dorms, which melted the snow in his hair, robes and boots, left Draco muddy, soggy, clammy, and just plain in a bad mood.

Thank Merlin he had Hermione to come back to.

The weeks since the New Years Ball had been amazing, to say the least. He'd finally been able to take his time with her, explore every inch of her. And every time he touched her he found something new. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of this woman, if he had the time to be with her.

It was a shame he didn't. But that was why this was casual.

"Granger," He chattered with his chill, frowning as he rapped his knuckles against the door to the bathroom from his own room. "Are you just about done in there? I need a damn shower." Even though anything that might be seen was nothing he hadn't seen (so many times) by now, Draco tried to respect Hermione's privacy. Their affair was a casual thing, after all, even if he tried to give her the kind of treatment he would a girlfriend.

Not that he really had an idea of how he'd treat a girlfriend. The only one he'd ever had had been Pansy, for a handful of weeks in fourth year, and she was... different, too much of a friend to treat differently during that time. So, he was winging it with Hermione, sure, but he worked at it none-the-less.

Hermione checked her reflection in the mirror, just to be sure that the looks of horror and distress didn’t read clearly on her face. She forced a smile and went for the door to his room, since that’s where he came from.
“I’m done,” she said, offering him an affectionate smile. “Merlin, you must be freezing,” she empathized, kissing his freezing cold cheek. “Go warm up,” she told him, and went to pass him, smacking his rear playfully as she moved. She wasn’t really in the mood to interact if he wasn’t. She had barely had a moment to digest her latest realization, and it was a lot to digest.
Draco chuckled, feeling a little more at ease just from seeing her. It was too easy to feel such things around Hermione; she just brightened up the world around her so easily, just being herself. Feeling that way was a little concerning, but Draco didn't look too deeply into it. He'd have those feelings to treasure, the memory of that warmth in his chest, to treasure after graduation.
He caught her wrist and pulled her back, turning her to steal a quick kiss from her plump lips. "Could always join me?" He suggested lightly, smirking playfully at the woman. With a wink, he released her and turned back into the bathroom, already peeling out of his damp clothes. Just because he respected her privacy, didn't mean he had any shame.
Hermione kissed him back. Just the flirtatious moment had her spirits lifted. Just as quickly, they plummeted. His invitation was tempting, and she took a moment of watching him undress to consider the offer. Finally, she decided that she had nothing to lose, and it’d be a wonderful distraction. She smirked and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and beginning to remove her cardigan, followed by her jeans.
“I think that’s a lovely idea,” she told him. “It is awfully cold up here.”
"Imagine being outside at this altitude." Draco chuckled, turning on the water and letting it heat up. He was already half undressed and stopped, lifting an arm to examine a bruise on his side. It was a good size, and smarted fiercely, but he'd survive.
He made a note to slather some bruise paste on it (He could admit that the Weasley Wheezes were brilliant, yes) and slid out of his pants, the warm air that began filling the bathroom stinging his skin, sensitized from the cold. He shivered visibly with the chill, and had no choice but to climb into the shower to combat the chill. The heat was almost unbearable, but it was still heaven compared to the cold he'd been feeling.
"So, what were you up to while I was at practice?" He asked her conversationally, hanging his head and running his hands through his hair to get the hot water soaked into it.
Hermione finished undressing and slipped into the shower with him. The warm water felt wonderful on her goosebump covered skin, and she let out a relieved moan. She’d grown to love the relationship she had with Draco. She wasn’t entirely sure what the relationship was, but she quite enjoyed it. A moment like this, for example. They were naked, in the water, after a long day. Would they have sex? Would they not? It didn’t matter much to her either way, she just enjoyed his presence.
“Oh, I just spent the evening replenishing our basic potion stocks. It’s good practice.” Sure, she could just buy the potions, but where was the fun in that? Besides, it was true, she had spent all day working on potions.
"Mmm," Draco hummed in response, feeling her presence behind him as the warmth soaked into his body from the water. He turned and pulled her fully under the stream, enjoying the way the water began to soak her frizzy curls. It was a magnificent transformation, and he found he liked the sleek look and damp softness of Hermione's hair when it was wet. Especially when that dampness was sweat. His hands ran through her hair, coaxing the water into it the way he had his own.
"Always the busy bee, eh Granger?" He teased her lightly, pressing close to her. She was warmer than he was at the moment, and that heat was welcome, as much as her body against his own. "You really should take a day off sometime, you know." He added, giving her hair a playful tug.
Hermione tilted her head back to look up at him, the action exaggerated by his tug on her hair. Her eyes darkened with lust for the smallest moment. “A day off?” she questioned, and let out a mocking chuckle. “I’ll have days off for Easter,” she reminded him. “Why lose my momentum?” She leaned up on her toes and caught his lips in a feisty kiss.
Draco chuckled, meeting her lips with enthusiasm that he hadn't thought he'd had the energy for. His tongue met hers and plundered her warm mouth. His hands ran through her wet hair and down her back, pressing their bodies together. It was so simple, the touch, the kiss, so... insignificant. But it was warm and comforting and practically magical.
He broke the kiss and pulled back, smiling down at the woman fondly. Gently, he turned them, and her, turning her towards the spray to press against her from behind, taking warmth from her and the spray both. His hand found a bottle of shampoo, his own when he looked, and he poured some into his hand, rubbing it into a lather.
Hermione, he thought as his hands worked the lather swiftly and easily into her scalp, rarely pampered herself, even in the frivolous things like this. But, she didn't need to, either. If she pampered and treated herself more often than she did now - which was rarely as far as he'd seen - she wouldn't be Hermione, the girl who was too focused and busy for anything else.
"Valentine's Day is coming up?" He pointed out in a soft voice, leaning against her back lightly. "You could just relax for it. Was there anything you wanted to do?" His parole limited his own options, but he thought he might be able to convince Longbottom to push something through. Or he could send Hermione off on a personal day to a spa, maybe? That would just require moving some money, a simple letter, and he wouldn't even get- have to leave the dorm...
Hermione couldn’t believe how lucky she was in this moment. For him to take it upon himself to do something so intimate for her without request, without even saying a word. And then to bring up every man’s least favorite holiday, it was double the surprise.
“Valentine’s day, huh?” she tried to focus on his words, but his fingertips massaging the shampoo into her scalp made it near impossible. "You want to do something for valentine's day?"
Draco shrugged, though she couldn't see it. "We could." He replied ambiguously, noticing the way his handiwork seemed to relax her. As tempting as it was to continue it, he worked his hands down further into her hair, working the back of her had and the small knots in her upper neck with his talented fingers.
"Or, I could send you off on a spa day, so you'd have no choice but to take a day off your hectic lifestyle." He added almost playfully, dipping his head to place a kiss on his shoulder.
Hermione sobered a little at that suggestion. So, he didn’t want to spend the day… together. Maybe he didn’t see her as a true romantic companion. He was just really good at playing the game. “I don’t know. I’m not even that tired. We just had a two week break. I’d be silly, going to something like that alone,” she said, trying to sound like she was more rejecting the spa than his suggestion of it.
Draco hummed in response, falling into a moment of silence as he focused on lathering her hair and working the knots out of her neck. When they seemed sufficiently loosened, he resumed working his hands through her wild hair, combing his fingers through small snags and knots in her wet auburn locks.
"Well," He finally managed after a moment to regain his train of thought. "Is there anything you'd like to do? It's kind of short notice to try and get any paperwork through to leave the school... We probably should have thought about this kind of thing sooner..." He sighed in a kind of lament, but there was nothing for it. Hindsight was 2020. "Or we could just steal away to the Room of Requirement? If we head there early we could steal it for the day." He pointed out.
It seemed pointless to even discuss an event, though their were plenty for Saint Valentine's Day. There was no way Hermione would want to be seen in public with him; he felt like her dirty secret when he thought about it that way. Her friendships, her reputation, and Merlin knew what else would be damaged if anyone knew what they did alone, and he just couldn't imagine her wanting people to know about them.
Then again, just two months ago, he'd have never imagined there being a 'them'.
And just like that, Hermione’s fears began to calm, slightly. Of course he wasn’t just playing her. She was being paranoid, hormon- no. Just paranoid. She enjoyed his treatment for a moment as she considered again.
“You know, I’m sure I could pull some strings, over at the Ministry, if you wanted to try… maybe going out into the village?” She was almost glad she couldn’t see his face, she couldn’t see if the reaction he had to that suggestion would disappoint her.
Draco's hands paused in her hair for a moment at the suggestion, but he resumed, frowning deeply. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. The idea of being seen in public with Hermione wasn't at all unappealing, hell, it would probably do his reputation plenty of good (not that it would be of any use to him come June). He just wasn't sure how he felt about the suggestion, the implication that Hermione might not mind being seen in public with him.

But those thoughts would get him nowhere in the end.

He let out a soft chuckle, focusing on the task at hand. "That'd be a hell of a sight." He chuckled. "The Gryffindor Princess and Death Eater Bastard, parading through Hogsmeade in full view of the entire school. I'd be jumped by Gryffindors in a matter of minutes. Potter might appear to throttle me himself." His tone was dry, as was his chortle, but his point stood.
Hermione chuckled at him, though mostly by how horribly wrong he was about some of those ideas, at least that last one. She ducked out from under his fingertips, they were very distracting, and turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his middle and looking up at him adoringly, her chin on his toned chest.
“You may not realize it, but Harry’s on your side these days. He’s in full support of your rehabilitation.” The word felt odd, like they were trying to cure him of an addiction to evil. The idea seemed ludicrous, especially as they stood there together under the hot stream of the showerhead. As she stood there, she let the water rinse the shampoo from her hair. “I’m willing to bet I could get it pushed through by tomorrow night. That is, if you want to go out tomorrow.”
Draco let his hands run through Hermione's hair, slowly, and brought them to her shoulders. He rested them there, staring off into the white void of the tiles on the wall, wrapping his mind around it.
"You don't have to put yourself out for me." He finally settled on saying after several long moments. He rinsed his hands in the stream of water and began working to help her clear the lather from her locks. "Besides, you can't... actually want to be seen in public with me..." He tried to bring a chuckle to his voice, but his throat felt constricted, his voice soft and small. It was nearly painful to voice his insecurity so plainly, but it was also panic from what such a thing could mean.
This dream was supposed to be over in June. Over and they'd go their separate ways...
...And then he'd disappear forever...
She swore, for a moment, that she caught a glimpse of vulnerability from the strong man before her, but just as quickly as she recognized it, it was gone again. Was that why he didn’t want to go out? Was he still fearing what people would think of them, of him? Of her for being with him? She hadn’t really given it much thought. They’d been seen together at the Ball, briefly. No one had really made a fuss about it then, except perhaps for Rita Skeeter, but the vile woman had been silenced rather quickly on the matter.
“Well… I don’t know about you, but I’ve never really had a proper valentine’s day.” She smiled warmly at him. “Or date, for that matter.” She took a small but deep breath, and went for it. “I think it’d be nice. And I don’t really care much, for what people might think.”
"You should, Hermione." Draco told her softly, focusing on rinsing the shampoo from her hair. "You're a public figure, and the political game is going to matter in your life. Don't spoil it so early on for yourself." He kept his tone soft, and dropped his hands when the suds seemed gone from her hair. But, he really needed something to do with them, so he picked up the shampoo again, and began working a dollop into his own hair.
Date or no date, this was just a fling, and things like this would make it so much harder to walk away.
"I'm not worth that kind of bombshell." He added softly, though the words were meant to be internalized. He sighed, raking his nails against his scalp in a manner he found oddly relaxing.
"Why... Why don't we do something quiet for Valentine's Day? Just the two of us." He tried to change the subject, hoping she'd see reason and understand. It'd be better if they didn't fight tonight. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten into an actual row with Hermione that wasn't about patrols.
Hermione frowned, catching the jab toward himself. It saddened her. “Hey, I get to decide what you’re worth to me, okay?” she said, reaching up rake her fingers through his soapy hair. “The world didn’t blow up when we were seen together at new years. Or did you already forget the scene I made about the book?” she asked him with a slight smirk. She had made a scene that night. She’d also been slightly drunk. Rita Skeeter wasn’t the only one to hear it, or to see the kiss that followed.
"And everyone was drunk." Draco pointed out quickly, but dropped a hand, bracing it on the wall to his side and dipping his head towards Hermione's touch. He couldn't help a slight smirk curling at his lips at the memory, though. It had been a brilliant night all around, even if he'd wanted to drag her home with him instead of letting her go.
And the shocked expression on her face was as rewarding (in a different way) as her smile would have been. And she'd loved the book; as far as he knew, she was still reading and translating it.
"Seriously, I doubt anyone even remembers half of that bloody ball!" He chuckled dryly. "Besides, I can't imagine the world not exploding if people thought we were actually dating..."
Hermione chuckled again as well. Yes, it had been an amusing night. “All the same, though, Draco, everyone knows we’re partners. And we certainly wouldn’t be the first set of Heads to at least give it a go. And besides, we’re teenagers. It’s the prime opportunity to make what we’ll probably recognize later as stupid choices.” She ran her fingers through his hair again, pushing back some of the wet suds from falling into his eyes. “Let them explode.”
Draco turned his head into her touch, not caring when he realized how... feline-esque the gesture might seem.
But, when she touched him so tenderly, spoke to him so gently... Well, he was sure how to handle the things he heard in her tone. She seemed so caring, compassionate, and yet... She didn't care about the things his mind said she should.
"...At least let me try and get the clearance? It's my problem to deal with. Besides, Merlin knows how you did it last time, and I can't make you keep bailing my arse out..."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him exaggeratedly. “You boys and your egos. You just can’t stand to let a girl help you,” she teased him. “Fine, you can do it yourself. But sooner or later you’re going to realize its good to have friends in high places, and on the good side, for once.” High ranked Death Eaters didn’t count.
"Hey, who says I don't?" Draco chuckled, pulling closer to her to let the water wash the suds out of his hair. He was finally feeling warm again, though, and it made the feeling of Hermione's skin on his own much more delightful.
He kissed her briefly and hard, just for the simple enjoyment of it, and to show the emotions he didn't want to think about and didn't know how to express.
When he pulled back, the suds in his hair were mostly gone or running down his shoulders, and he reached for a bottle of body wash. He lathered a dollop into his hands and ran them over her back in soothing circles. He took great pleasure in just touching this woman, exploring her body, and her doing the same to him. Draco had come to enjoy the simple things.
Hermione was happy to kiss him back, the tenderness of it calming to her. His hands on her body, however, had possibly the exact opposite of a calming effect. Instead, it excited her, stirring a desire that only Draco had ever been able to draw out of her. Hermione let out a pleased moan, alerting him to the sudden shift in her mood. She couldn’t think of anything more than his touch.
Draco turned her around again, running his soapy hands over her stomach and up, cupping her succulent breasts and rubbing them to suds them up.
"So," He smirked, knowing he was distracting her, his cock twitching to life against her perky arse. "Where should I plan to take you for Valentine's Day then? Or maybe I should surprise you?"
Hermione’s body slithered against him, her chest swelling into his hands eagerly. She could feel him against her, so familiar with the feeling as of late. She pressed her backside against him teasingly.
“I don’t really care where. I just like the idea of going out.” She didn’t find much time to leave the castle these days, she was usually too busy for the weekend trip into hogsmeade like all the other students.
Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd been in Hogsmeade either, given his probation. He nibbled Hermione's shoulder and rocked his hips against hers gently. "How about the Tea House?" He suggested the most feminine place he could think of in Hogsmeade. Pansy and other girls had pleaded many a time for him to escort them for a day out there, but he'd never bothered.
He was willing to make an exception for Hermione, though. "Or... I could take you shopping?" Another feminine thing, but he had to chuckle the suggestion, since it was so very un-Hermione.
Hermione just chuckled. Either he was kidding, or he didn’t know her at all. Either way was amusing to her.
“Just a meal together would be nice,” she told him. The tea house was a little cliche, and she didn’t need him to take her shopping, she didn’t have any needs.
Draco hummed in reply, massaging the lather into her skin, his fingers finding her nipples amidst the suds and giving them a slight pinch. "I'll keep that in mind." He hummed near her ear, catching the lobe in his teeth and giving her a little nibble. He loved how responsive she was to him, as much as her stubborn individuality. It made something like this hard to decide on, but he'd figure something out for his Lioness.
Hermione let out a hum herself, one revealing just how nice she found his treatment. She turned around to face him, letting her hands slide up his chest to wrap loosely around his neck. “You’re a bloody tease, you know that?” she said to him with a slight smirk.
"You're one to talk," Draco smirked back at her with a slight chuckle, dropping his head to brush their lips together. "Strutting about, starkers like this, knowing just what you do to me." He pulled her close enough to rock their hips together, his cock growing between them at the feeling of her soft, slick skin.
Hermione let out another lusty moan, rubbing against him in response. “Hey, I was not strutting about starkers like this,” she reminded him. He’d invited her into the shower with him, she’d been fully dressed at the time. “But, I suppose, it’s only teasing if I don’t let you have me,” she told him, pointing out how easily he could, in fact, have her. She reached one hand down to rub the underside of his hardened member, pressing him against her recently manicured womanhood. Her eyes closed at the sensation of his velvety skin rubbing against her wet lips.
Draco let out a quiet hum of delight at her touch, which slipped into a faint groan when she pressed his cock to her pussy. He kissed her hard and pressed Hermione into the slick, cool tile, rocking their bodies together more insistently. They moved so easily together, even in this kind of situation, from casual to worrisome to sexual without missing a beat, it was amazing. It had never been so natural for him...
He broke the kiss again to trail his lips down her throat, one hand drifting down to give her rear a firm squeeze. "How do you want it?" He asked her as he rocked against her, eyes closed. "I could pick up your legs and take you like this... Or turn you around and shag you from behind..." He hummed pleasantly, enjoying feeding them both the delicious mental images. "Or I could just devour your pussy, right here, make you scream with my tongue..." Even with the limited mobility of the shower, there were so many options, and any one of them left her at his mercy, screaming for him...
She never would have guessed it, in a million years, that if someone said that to her, her response would be to turn around and offer her backside to him. But Draco always defied anything she ever thought about herself when it came to sex. He was free, and he made her feel free to enjoy one another’s bodies as well. She bent over slightly, preparing herself to have to balance against the wall, and pressing her arse into his stiff prick once again in the process.
The way she moved so automatically, so easily, made Draco groan, made his cock ache painfully for her. His hands fell to her hips as the hot water beat down on them, and he ground himself against her soft, smooth lips, her juices slicking him up more than the water ever could. With a withering groan and one easy thrust, he was buried inside of Hermione in full, the head of his cock pressing into her womb as her walls wrapped around him, squeezing his girth so perfectly...
"Fuck, Hermione..." He groaned, opening his eyes to just take in the sight of their joining. Without looking away, he pulled out and began to thrust, hard but steady, without going overly fast. Pleasure at a pace just above leisurely, watching his cock disappear again and again into this beautiful witch.
She loved it, Hermione Granger loved every moment of it. Having him inside of her had come to be a precious part of her routine. It was also the greatest stress reliever she’d ever found. Now she understood why she used to hear people say that she needed to get laid. What a difference it made! They’d only just begun, but already he had her moaning, her toes curling and flexing as her feet fought to stay rooted against the slippery shower floor.
“Merlin, that’s amazing. Just like that,” she encouraged his angle and force.
Draco grinned despite himself at her words, keeping his pace and moving in deep, long thrusts. He leaned down, peppering her freshly washed skin with open mouth kisses and sharp nips. His hands moved up her body, feeling her soft skin, brushing over her ribs, her stomach, and coming up to cup her breasts. He fondled and squeezed the plump flesh, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, circling them slowly, pinching. Hermione's body was as responsive as it was lovely, and he was quickly learning to play her like a violin.
His treatments excited her to no end. As he touched her, she began to lean back towards him, arching her back against his front so that she was almost completely upright, and holding onto his strong thighs for support. She slid one hand up his body, letting it wrap around the back of his neck for added security.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted quietly. They were just getting started, and already she could feel him driving her to the point of ecstasy.
"Mmph... Fuck, Hermione..." Draco groaned, turning her head towards him so he could kiss her, firm and deep and bruising. His free hand found one of her legs and lifted it carefully, his grip balancing her as he guided her to brace her foot in the soap dish. He swivelled his hips and began thrusting up, groaning his pleasure into her as he picked up his pace just a little. The awkward angle wasn't quite as deep, but the shift in her muscles had her squeezing him tight, and it was heaven.
Hermione followed his guidance, placing her foot on the dish, and then crying out as his thickness stretched her more than ever. He always knew exactly what to do with her, and still managed to keep her guessing. She knew she needed to take the initiative more often, try new things on him, but for now, she’d taken what he was giving her, and it was a whole hell of a lot. The hot water streaming down on them somehow made it all better, steamier, sexier. And for these great few minutes, her troubles, her problems, her responsibilities, they were all gone. All their was left was the two of them.
Somewhere in all of Hermione’s excited thoughts, she released her hold on his thigh in favor of her own breast, squeezing it, twerking her nipple and enjoying how hard it became again when she did so. A long moan escaped her as she tried not to let her ever-conscious effort to remain standing distract her from the pleasure he was giving her.
Draco groaned, releasing her lips in favor of watching her hands at work. "Mmm... Yes, love," He groaned in her ear, thrusting hard into her. His hand gripped her thigh securely, his other arm wrapping around her waist firmly. "Don't worry, I've got you... Just do what feels good, show me..." He encouraged her softly, never missing a beat of his hips, his breathing harsh in her ear. The sight of a woman touching herself, displaying her pleasure for the world... It was exciting and erotic in a way all its own.
Even six weeks into their new found relationship, Hermione still felt new to the world of sex. She didn’t know what she liked, what she wanted, what she wanted to try in the future. It was all foreign to her. But, his words were as encouraging as they were intended to be, and she continued to touch herself, savoring the pure eroticism that came with such dirty behavior.

“Yes, Draco, yes,” she groaned, turning her head and offering him ginger kisses between his thrusts, to his neck, throat, chin, anywhere her lips could touch from such an awkward position. But it didn’t feel awkward, it just felt right. It had to be right, to be this easy.
Draco returned the favor, with firm kisses and harsh nips, their position allowing him much more access to her succulent skin. He drove into her harder, faster, rolling his hips into a better angle to allow him more motion.
"Merlin, Hermione," He muttered to her, sucking hard on her throat. "I... I love this." He gasped out in confession, dragging his lips over her skin, up her throat. He'd never enjoyed sex with a single woman so much, nor her company as much as he did with Hermione.
The words made Hermione smile, especially since she knew how hard it was for him to say it. The “L” word, not even directed at her, but just at all. He wasn’t raised in love, to love. The concept as a whole was as foreign to him as sex was to her.
“It’s amazing,” Hermione agreed. “You’re amazing.” It wasn’t her that made the sex so good. She just went with the flow of it all, following his experienced lead.
Draco nipped her ear sharply, unsure how to take the compliment and unable to really grasp it at the moment. He pulled her leg down from the soap dish and pulled Hermione back, sitting himself on the edge of the tub and pulling her down onto his cock, into his lap. One hand found her unattended breast, the other finding her clit and running his nail over it lightly, his palm guiding her to impale herself upon him as he rocked up to meet her with each thrust. Her name was a mantra on his lips, swept away in the moment together, in their mutual pleasure.
Hermione moved with him without thought, without hesitation. Honestly, in this new year, Hermione wasn’t sure how she ever got anything done anymore.

Saturday was almost... normal, if not for the pounding anxiety in the back of his mind. Longbottom came to check the parole and tracking spells the Ministry had placed on him (also to pick up Lovegood; apparently Valentine's day was infectious). When he brought up the limitations to his movement, the spells were checked, and Draco found reason for annoyance - apparently the Auror who'd placed the spells had mistakenly omitted Hogsmeade from them.
Dick. He'd be filing a complaint for sure.
But, now he was fretting. Hermione wanted to come out publicly as a couple just tomorrow, and that interfered with all of his plans for June. Plans that weighed heavily on him, because no one knew about them. He needed insight, someone to confide in, someone who knew them both well by now.
Some people had regular schedules, though few were as meticulously organized as Hermione. Some did have a basic routine, though. With their practice being tonight, he knew all too well that the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain would be leaving her Head of House's office after scheduling next weekend's practice. He stationed himself in a nearby, underused classroom on the path back to the grand staircase. He waited patiently, indulging himself in a rare cigarette (he'd 'quit' thrice this year alone, honestly), until he heard her footsteps. And, just as she passed, he opened the door just enough, grabbed the redhead by the arm, and pulled her inside.
The redhead, whose mind was deep in strategy, let out a squeal of surprise as she was pulled into the classroom. Ginny instinctively went for her wand, but as soon as she saw the blonde, she sighed in relief.
“Malfoy, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were some sort of creeper,” she told him, huffing as she straightened out her sweater, which had been tugged out of place when he grabbed her arm. It wasn’t the first time she’d been accosted by one of the Head students today. Just a few hours ago Hermione had grabbed her, divulging a very juicy secret.
"Most people would agree I was." Draco snorted, taking a drag from his cigarette and pacing towards the window. The drag burned it nearly to the filter, and he tossed it outside before turning back towards Ginny, steeling himself with a deep breath.
"Look, I needed someone to talk to. I don't have many people I can turn to, especially on this subject." He explained himself as a way of apologizing. Ginny was Slytherin enough, he'd seen it last year plenty, hopefully she'd pick up what he wanted to talk about.
The subject was obvious. Ginny hadn’t seen or talked to Blaise at all this year. The only connection they had left was Hermione, his, for all intents and purposes, girlfriend.
“Okay, so, what’s going on?” She knew what was going on with Hermione, when it came to them, but she didn’t think this was even remotely the same conversation. “Trouble in paradise already?”
"Oh, real cute, Weasley." Draco sighed, sitting himself on one of the tables and raking a hand through his hair, something he'd obviously been doing quite a bit today. "It's... Look, last night, we discussed Valentine's Day and... She wants to come out publicly as a couple." He explained, fishing for another cigarette (his third in an hour). "I... I don't know how to handle it, alright?" He needed a friend, someone to talk to, someone to confess to. Someone to help him sort his thoughts out.
Ginny rose her ginger brows as he pulled out another smoke. “I’d be more worried about her finding out you’re smoking,” she told him bluntly. “Besides, isn’t this a good thing? Her, wanting to come out to the public? Unless of course you don’t want to be made public? As in, you don’t plan to stay with her much longer?” It was a question, but it carried a warning with it, too. If he was planning on ditching her now, they were going to have some problems.
Of course she'd take it like that. Draco sighed, raking his hand through his hair again, feeling ready to just yank it out.
"It's not like that, Ginny." He said as calmly as he could. "Besides all the obvious issues for her? I'd... Just rather not... have to break it off in June..." The implication was there, and even just that was a relief to say.
“And why would you have to break it off in June?” Ginny asked, crossing her arms. This was her friend’s heart they were talking about here, not to mention… Well, she couldn’t mention it. That was Hermione’s job.
"Because I'll be gone." Draco replied almost snappishly, standing up and turning to begin pacing again. It felt good to say it, like a weight off his chest. "No one even knows it, but I'll be gone after graduation, when my parole's over." Thankfully a Mind Healer's exam had made his sentence extremely light, or he'd have spent Merlin-knew-how-long wasting away at home…
Ginny gave him an expectant look. His answer wasn’t much of an answer at all. “And why would you be gone?” She asked this time, eyebrows raising further still. “What, are you moving out of country or something?” In the magical community, even distance wasn’t that big of an issue. They could apparate!
"I'm... Not sure." Draco sighed, dragging deeply on the cigarette. "I haven't decided what I'm doing yet. I'm just... I'm leaving."
The redhead shook her head, and after a moment’s thought, she smacked him in the shoulder, hard. “You can’t just leave her,” she bursted angrily, remember what Hermione had told her earlier that day. “Don’t you care about her at all?”
"I-" Draco stammered, rubbing the assaulted shoulder and fumbling for words. He didn't know how to respond to that, honestly, it was something he'd refused to examine thus far in this... 'relationship' with Hermione. Instead, he threw up his hands in frustration, raking them both through his hair (thankfully without setting himself on fire).
He couldn't think of an appropriate answer. There was no 'yes' or 'no' for that.
Stepping away from the angry red head, he tried to collect his thoughts, but it was difficult. "Look..." He managed to reply, leaning into the nearby window. "I planned this before term even started. Before this... thing with Hermione! It has nothing to do with her, it's... It's... I just need to get away from this, alright? You might be considered a bloody war hero next to your boy toy, but not everyone is looked upon so kindly..." He couldn't stand it, living like an outcast, the hate in people's eyes... Ginny knew him better, and Hermione was compassion personified, but not everyone was so kind.
She stared at him, taking in that explanation. It was… It was… Cowardice, that’s what it was!
“So you’re running away.” It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. “You’re telling me that even if… Even if you and Hermione fall madly in love between now and June, you’re just going to run away?”
Love. That was such a foreign idea when he really thought about it. Love was such an easy thing to talk about, and Gryffindors obviously just knew it. He knew Hermione loved Potter and Weasel-bee as much as she would family, but even loving family was... Strange. Draco knew he loved his parents, but he couldn't relate any sensation to that. And his parents barely even tolerated each other anymore, so was that love?
Draco shook his head. "Something like that doesn't matter." He finally decided on saying, taking a drag off his cigarette without even looking at Ginny. "Even if Hermione doesn't decide she's sick of me by graduation, it's... A moot point. Feelings don't matter very much when the whole world shuns you." Even Hermione would feel the blow, no doubt, and he couldn't imagine her holding out against the social pressure. Especially when it came from Potter and the Weasleys...
Ginny sighed. “You… are a moron.” She didn’t know what else to say. Hermione had told her that she’d be telling Draco tomorrow. Tomorrow! “I still don’t get exactly what you wanted to talk to me about. Why give me this heads up? It’s Hermione who’s going to be crushed when you run off and drop off the radar.”
"I... I needed to tell someone..." Draco sighed, taking a drag and turning to sit on the windowstill. "I haven't told anyone, even my family... And now this..." He sighed the smoke out heavily, eyes downcast. "I... Don't know what to do with it all now." If they didn't go public tomorrow, she'd feel dejected, hate him, and any chances they had would be... gone. And he'd watched Hermione for so long, wanted to reach out and have her, and now that he did...
Was he going to let society tear them apart? Just like his family and so-called 'peers' would have before the war?
"I guess... I'm not ready to give her up..."
Ginny sighed. “So just don’t, Malfoy. It’s that easy. Go public tomorrow, give the world something to talk about. Ham it up, own it. Don’t take the coward’s way out. If it doesn’t work out, it should be because of your own reasons, not the rest of the world’s.” If he wanted her to tiptoe around the subject, he had the wrong girl.
Thankfully, he didn't want someone to tiptoe around it. Everyone in his life had always tiptoed the lines of the social and political tightrope, and now he was beyond sick of it! Ginny's blunt attitude was as refreshing as Hermione's; as refreshing as the woman who had no hidden agenda.
The woman who bickered with him and put up a fight instead of cowing over because she was 'supposed' to. The woman who wasn't chasing his money, even refused it on the small number of occasions he'd had reason to offer it since this began. The woman who wasn't looking for a name and a wedding, but to be with him because she wanted to be, because Hermione would have it no other way and he knew that.
His heart throbbed, constricted, just thinking about it. About her. No one he'd known had ever been so straight forward like her. So honest. There was no one quite like her...
Draco sighed, tossing his cigarette out the window behind him, and the sound turned into a dry, bitter chuckle.
"I don't even know how to go about any of this." He admitted in a soft tone. Getting into a girl's skirt was no issue, but feelings, romance? Those were entirely foreign concepts to him. "I wouldn't know where to start... Merlin knows the courting and gifts and bullocks I grew up with would probably piss her off..." Granted, it had it's own kind of traditional romance, but he didn't even know if it would appeal. Hermione and her Muggle upbringing were the kind of territory he'd never been in.
Ginny let out a chuckle and sat herself on one of the many desks. “Malfoy, Hermione’s not a particularly needy girl. Just treat her well, surprise her with something nice every once and a while. Meaningful things, not materialistic. Like when you outbid her for that book she wanted, you know? That’s all she really needs to be happy.”
Draco rubbed his temples and sighed to himself, thinking on that. Surprising her... It was a lot to think about, with not a lot of time.
He really should have put thought to all of this earlier. Days, weeks even.
"Hell... I feel like I don't even know much about her..." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair again, a habit of stress. That in and of itself was his own fault, really, with how the last several years had gone between them. "I've... got a lot to think about..." He sighed, his mind already working as he brought his hands together, absently caressing the crest ring sitting on his thumb. Though, he doubted that anyone would have ever expected him to speak his next words in his life.

"...Thanks for the talk, Weasley."

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