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Tales of The Dragon and The Bookworm	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 58351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Ron the Seer
Words: ~3,400
Summary: Ron Weasley finds his calling in Divination and can’t believe what he sees when a client asks him about her son’s love life.

Author’s Note: Hola, mis amigos! Thanks to everyone who read and especially to those who reviewed.

@ T-W-O: Lucius, if he’s not being a total creep, can be so much fun as a concerned father. Thank you for the review!

@ starr: Thank you for the sweet encouragement!

@ General Crow: I particularly hated Lucius during the graveyard scene when Cedric was killed, but in most of my stories, I like him to be as redeemed as Draco. But, too true, he was AWFUL in the books! Thank you for the review!

@ ilariasantaniello: Hello! I’m glad you liked the sexy bits and thank you for the review!

@ FieryPhoenix: I liked the idea of Lucius intervening so his son would finally make a serious move. Draco thought he was this suave boyfriend, but Hermione wasn’t as pleased as he’d thought she was. Thank you for the review!

Ron Weasley, although not the savior of the wizarding world or the brightest wizard of his age, was a talented young man. Aside from his famous Gryffindor courage, he was excellent at chess, played Quidditch well when he wasn’t nervous about looking like an idiot, and had a natural affinity towards Divination. In their earlier school years, he downplayed his talent, as his friend Hermione would have given him unending grief for it.

But after the war, when the Golden Trio decided to finish their seventh year at Hogwarts, Ron began spending time with Professor Trelawney in private tutorials about the finer acts of Divination. After all they’d been through, neither Harry or Hermione gave him grief about this interest in the subject, simply chalking it up to something that made him feel like he had some control over his world.

Sybill was a patient, fascinating woman, when one put aside her penchant for random non sequiturs and got those horrid glasses off her face. By Yule, Ron fancied himself in love with her and they began a torrid student-teacher affair, which was not exactly illegal, as he was of age, but even made Dumbledore’s portrait shake his head in confusion.

At the end of the school year, Ron had seen the demise of their relationship in his tea leaves and Sybill concurred when she checked her tarot cards. They parted sadly, but with promises of continued friendship.

Harry convinced Ron to join the Aurors after graduation, but after four months of training, it was obvious to everyone law enforcement wasn’t for Ron. He felt adrift, as Harry and Hermione seemed to be finding their places within the Ministry, but he went back to his love of Divination and saw his path. It would not be easy, and he stood to be the butt of many jokes, but his future success and happiness was intertwined with his gift for divining the truth.

Ten Years Later

“I have an appointment with Seer Weasley, Lucius.”

“Very good, dear. Will you ask him about my investment in that Muggle technology stock?”

She approached her husband and kissed his cheek. While Narcissa and Lucius had rebuilt the family’s reputation after the war with a combination of donations and Slytherin glad-handing, Draco had not fared as well. He became introverted to the point of rarely leaving the manor. He had spent the past few years combing through Severus Snape’s potions notes and was attempting to write a series of potions texts for Hogwarts students, which occupied his time and gave him an excuse to avoid social gatherings.

“Of course, my love. I will see you at supper tonight.”

“Seer Weasley, I have one last question.”

Narcissa Malfoy was one of his regulars and for good reason. He had given her financial and social predictions that allowed her family to regain footing in wizarding society. He had only done so because he believed they had changed. Plus, he liked that the most rich and influential witches and wizards came to him for advice.

“My son…well, he’s cut himself off from other people. I think Draco would blossom if he had the love of a good witch, but at this rate that will never happen. Will you tell me who his ideal match might be? Perhaps if I knew I could help move things along.”

Ron had never liked Draco Malfoy, but he was a professional and would do his best for his client.

“I believe the crystal ball will be the best method to answer your question, Mrs. Malfoy.”

After getting to know the young Seer, she wished she and Lucius hadn’t been so hard on the Weasleys. He was a perceptive young man, with a good sense of humor and easy on the eyes, as well.

Using the ceremonial incense to allow the senses to access the magic of the crystal ball, Ron allowed his third eye to sharpen its focus.

“Spirits of time, allow us to see Draco Malfoy’s love match.”

He looked at the clouded crystal ball begin to form a picture and gave Narcissa information as it became clear to him.

“Hmm, he’s opening a door to a woman… he looks surprised but not unhappy…he takes her to his messy desk…”

Narcissa chuckled. Draco’s desk was always a disaster.

“The witch has got dark, curly hair and is hesitant with him…hmm…I get the feeling they share an academic interest…”

Ron watched the witch in question turn and realized he was looking at a younger Hermione. Merlin’s saggy balls, he couldn’t sell out Hermione to Mrs. Malfoy! He would warn Hermione, who didn’t believe his predictions anyway, even though he had foretold her change in job from an employee in the Department of Mysteries to her position as Potions Mistress at Hogwarts. There were little predictions here or there he’d offer her, but she always had some alternate explanation for Ron’s visions. Ah, well, as Sybill always said, some have a blind third eye.

Ron allowed himself to stop seeing the scene and smiled up at Mrs. Malfoy’s expectant face.

“Anything else, Seer?”

He shook his head. “That is all I have been privileged to see today. At least now you know there is someone, even if we don’t know exactly who she might be.”

Narcissa gave a small sigh. If she just knew who her son’s perfect match was, she could invite the girl over and perhaps get Draco to join them for tea. Well, she would hold out hope. At the very least, she knew there was someone out there for him.

“Don’t tell her.”

“Harry, I have to! I want her to be prepared for the inevitable.”

Hermione walked into the room holding baby Albus.

“Don’t tell who what?” she asked suspiciously.

Harry took the baby from her, giving Ron a subtle shake of his head.

“Ronald Weasley, do you have something to tell me?”

She wouldn’t believe him anyway, he reasoned as he shrugged his shoulders at Harry. Perhaps he could leave out the love part of the prediction.

“I believe I know who inherited Snape’s library.”

“Oh?”

“I was with a client and I saw Snape’s work on the desk of Draco Malfoy.”

“Weren’t you looking for Snape’s journals when you started teaching at Hogwarts?” Harry asked.

“I was, but I found some other excellent resources. Who was your client?”

“Mrs. Malfoy,” Ron said, feeling slightly let down that Hermione wasn’t more excited about Snape’s journals, but relieved she wasn’t ready to Reducto Malfoy’s door for a look at Snape’s things.

“Huh. Well, I should be getting back to the castle. I have early classes tomorrow.”

She kissed the baby and waved to her friends, making her way to the Floo.

Draco looked up from his book at the sound of the Floo in his bedroom sitting area.

“Professor,” he said with a drawl.

Hermione smirked and made her way to the blond. He pushed his chair away from his desk and pulled her onto his lap.

“Where were you tonight?”

Hermione nuzzled his face. “I was with the boys.”

Over the years, Draco had come to accept Ron and Harry, because Hermione loved them. They were essentially her family and they, at least so far, posed no threat to their relationship. Hermione had written to Draco when she discovered from Headmistress McGonagall that he had inherited Snape’s library. They wrote back and forth for several months until he offered to have her over to see their former teacher’s papers and books. After so many months of writing, both Draco and Hermione felt a rapport and spent the entire day together, pouring over the wizard’s writing. Draco confessed his interest in putting together a new set of textbooks based on Severus’ work and Hermione was excited to assist him in that endeavor.

They were friends for over two years before Draco decided to act on his interest in her. Hermione had assumed Draco didn’t find her attractive, but was pleased to have made a friend who shared her interests and made her laugh. She’d had a terrible crush on him, but refused to act on it lest it break the bond they’d formed. But when he’d first kissed her, for the first time in twenty-six years, she felt the kind of chemistry that made her want for more.

Draco’s hands had wandered underneath her shirt and lazily stroked the soft skin under her breasts. She sighed happily, enjoying the touch of her handsome wizard. Though they’d courted in private, or maybe because they’d courted in private, Hermione felt like Draco was hers and hers alone. She didn’t want to share him with anyone else, but the time for them to debut their relationship was quickly approaching.

He lifted her t-shirt to expose her breasts, kissing the skin around her areola with a soft, open-mouth. Hermione closed her eyes and threaded her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. She could feel his erection under her bottom and she wanted more. She pulled back and stood, keeping eye contact as she began to strip. They eyed each other hungrily as they divested themselves of their clothes. When Draco finally pulled off his shorts, Hermione took a moment to admire his jutting erection. She knelt before him and lightly kissed the tip.

“Don’t tease me, love,” he groaned. He was sitting in his desk chair and had a fabulous view of her body. She had a curvaceous figure, with full breasts and a round, pert arse. She looked up at him and licked her lips, then took his cock into her mouth. Hermione kneaded his thighs as she went lower and lower, until her nose was bouncing against the hairs at his groin.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.”

She moaned, knowing he loved the vibration of her voice around him. Her fingers slipped between his legs to massage the sensitive area between his bollocks and his back entrance. He reached down and began pinching at her nipples. She pushed his cock between her tits and he began to fuck them.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned, relishing the feel of her mouth and hot breasts around his prick.

The finger massaging between his legs pushed slightly into his arsehole and he exploded, a strangled moan bursting from his lips. Hermione drank down his cum, knowing he was awash in pleasure and enjoying the way his body responded to hers. She looked up to find him watching her with possessive heat. With a last gentle suckle, she took him out of her mouth and returned her lover’s gaze.

“Your turn,” Draco said, picking up his wand and clearing off his desk. He said a quick cushioning charm and watched her sit back on the desk, spreading her legs for him. He’d never known how beautiful a woman’s body could be until he began sleeping with this clever witch. She was passion, comfort, and happiness to him and Draco was proud he could give her pleasure, too.

Already glistening with need, he began to trace the plump lips of her cunt. His touch was about flaming her desire, one torturous step at a time. She knew his game and enjoyed being a participant.

She could feel his hot breath on her body as he breathed her in, then gently licked her seam. The cool night air felt delicious against his warm touch. He pushed one finger into her, sitting back to watch her body take him in.

“You’re so wet. Were you thinking about me today?”

She arched her back as he bent over her body to nip her clitoris.

“Gods, yes. I’ve been wanting you to touch me for hours.”

He immersed himself in her pussy, pulling her little bud into his mouth and sucking and fingering her with a steady pump. But then he slowed and stopped, leaving her incomplete. She knew what he wanted. He found it irresistible when his intellectual, pragmatic partner talked dirty to him.

“I wanted to sit astride you, your big cock in me. I want my breasts bouncing as I fuck you and watch you enjoying the show.”

He blew on her as he pulled back. Draco swirled a finger in her and used her juices to slightly push into her puckered entrance.

“Oh, God, that feels sinful,” Hermione moaned as she was fingered in both places. When his tongue began to flick her engorged clitoris, naughty words began to flow from her.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy, your tongue is sodding magical! I can’t wait until you can wake me up with your mouth on my tits and on my pussy.” He pushed a second finger into her slit and pushed further into her arse. Her back arched, pushing her little button into his face. “I want this every day, every bloody day, when you start working at the school.”

Her hips were thrusting against his hands and his mouth, but she wanted more.

“I want you to bend me over and sink your hard cock into me,” she groaned.

And faster than she could imagine, Draco flipped her over the desk, her ass in the air and shoved his length into her. He bent over her back, thrusting into her with reckless abandon.

“Was this what you wanted? For me to fuck you like a wild animal?”

“Yes, oh my God, yes!”

He pulled back so he could pump into her body at a deeper angle and slapped the full globe of her arse. He alternated between a stinging slap and a hard thrust of his hips.

“Rub yourself. I’m going to fuck you tight ass.”

He pulled out, his penis glistening with moisture, and slowly pushed into the vice-like grip of her back entrance. Hermione was whimpering and moaning at the intrusion, but the sensation of being filled was welcome. When he was fully seated, she rubbed her clit in tight circles, the tingling of stimulation distracting her from the slight burn of her partner’s cock stretching her body. His strokes were shallow and slow, but she knew he loved to penetrate her back passage.

“You’re my little whore, Granger. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, you horny, bloody sexy witch.”

“Yes, whatever you want,” she gasped as he began to speed up. Her fingers began a frantic rhythm over her nerve-laden pearl.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned and bit her shoulder. The sharp bite combined with the warm sensation of his ejaculate took Hermione over the edge.

“Fuck!” she shrieked as her cunt clenched in orgasm.

She felt soft kisses on her sweaty neck as she came down from her high.

“Merlin, woman, I love you,” Draco whispered into her damp hair.

Ron woke with a start and sat up.

Holy fucking shite. That scene of Malfoy and Hermione was the bloody past, not the future! That’s why she acted to unaffected when I told her about Snape’s notes, because she already knew The Ferret had them.

He used his wand to cast Lumos and Summoned his deck of tarot cards, shuffling them easily over his thick comforter. Having an insight into the true nature of things, Ron could see Hermione and Malfoy in the cards and it ended with them together, creating a better life than the could apart. The Lovers card began the spread with the Ten of Cups coming up last, signifying a happy family and warm home. Well, that was…good, Ron supposed. He had known it would take someone as much a force of nature as Hermione to complete her circle, and she had found that in Draco Malfoy.

“Are you ready to do this?”

Draco laughed. “Granger, we should have done this before now. We’re letting our friends know we got married and I’m taking a teaching position at Hogwarts. My poor mother’s going to positively die.”

And although Narcissa Malfoy thought her son was always hiding away in his room, he and Hermione spent time at her room in the castle and they spent quite a bit of time in the Muggle world, which both of them enjoyed since they weren’t constantly accosted with attention.

Hermione looked at the thick band of platinum inlaid with brilliant diamonds and topped with a three-carat round ruby. “I don’t want to share you.”

He hugged her to his side. “You never have to share me. I’m yours and you’re mine. Come on, love, let’s do this.”

They made their way down the stairs to one of the larger sitting rooms in Malfoy Manor to find her friends and his parents, who looked up in confusion. Well, all except Ron, who had known about the two of them for a few weeks.

“Welcome,” Draco said, his hand entwined with Hermione’s. “I’m pleased to announce that Hermione and I married last night at Gretna Green.”

They were met with quiet, until Ron began clapping and shouting, “Cheers to the happy couple!”

The others followed suit and soon the newlyweds were engulfed in hugs and given well-wishes. Draco found himself grateful for Ron’s enthusiasm. And while Hermione thought Divination was a bunch of hooey, Draco did not. He suspected the red-headed man was the real deal and had known about him and Hermione.

Narcissa tearfully hugged her son, and then took her new daughter-in-law by the shoulders and examined her before pulling her into a warm, motherly embrace.

“Thank you,” she said into Hermione’s ear. “I could not have wished for a better witch for my son.”

The elves, who had been given notice by Draco to prepare a luncheon feast, ushered the group into the dining hall. The women all oohed and aahed over Hermione’s ring and asked about the elopement, which all found romantic. As they ate, Hermione asked the group for their attention.

“We have another announcement,” she said.

“A grandchild?” Lucius asked with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

Draco shook his head with mirth in his eyes. “Not yet, sir. One thing at a time.”

Hermione looked fondly on her new father-in-law, who was taking their marriage surprisingly well. “Draco has accepted the position as the Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin at Hogwarts. And Minerva is retiring and the faculty of the school has voted me in as the new Headmistress.”

Narcissa looked as if she might faint, she was so pleased. Her son had married and had procured a job he was sure to excel in. It appeared her worries had been for not.

“Seer Weasley, may I ask you a question about my son and his new wife?”

Ron took in the lovely Mrs. Malfoy and smiled sheepishly. He knew where this was going.

“When can I expect a grandbaby?”

“As a personal favor to my best friend and her husband, I’m not going to answer that.”

Narcissa patted the young man’s hand. “Very well. I guess things will fall into place with or without my help or your predictions.”

“Very true. I had a great date last Friday night. Would you like to help me interpret a deck to see if we might be a good match? It’s often difficult for a Seer to understand his own future.”

She took the deck from him and cast the Romance Spread, to help him determine whether the witch was a true mate or just a bit of fun.

“Can I inquire as to the young lady’s identity?”

“It’s Pansy Parkinson.”

Mrs. Malfoy stopped her examination of the cards and looked at the Seer who had become a friend of sorts over the years.

“I don’t need to see the future to know you two would make a great couple. Now, tell me about this date…”

Ron’s intuition, which had always served him well, told him Mrs. Malfoy was right. He swept up the cards and sat back as the older witch looked at him expectantly. If Hermione and Malfoy could find love over the diaries of the Bat of the Dungeons, maybe something would come of his date with the bloody hot, black-haired Slytherin.

Sometimes letting the future unfold on its own was the wisest course.
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