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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A.N. Sorry it’s taken a few days to update, but real life has taken over at my house! There’s some limey goodness at the end to make up for the wait. :)
@Malfoy’sgirl: What a flattering appeal for more! This chapter is long-ish, so I hope that helps.
@Trelweny: In this fic, Draco knows and appreciates Hermione’s contributions. Hermione knows she’s sacrificed, but she doesn’t necessarily think others understand. But they do. Thanks so much for the thoughtful review.
@valkyrie136: Thank you for the kind compliment on my writing. I do it for fun, but it has been nice to share and get feedback. As for vanilla sexytime stuff/Dark Draco, I can understand your interest in more grittiness. My real life can be very stressful to me, so this writing is my escape into fluff with an occasional foray into something more serious.
@staar: Thank you for the sweet review on Three Years. Yeah, sorry about the cliffie, but this chapter should give some resolution. ;)
@ ilariasantaniello : Grazie ! C'è un po ' di bontà più sexy in questo capitolo .
@sherlocked17: Hehehe, I don’t mean to have so much build up, but the sexy scenes are hard to write, you know? :)
@Victoria: Nice to hear from you! :) I don’t know if you’ve read “Pictures” by Gryffindorklutz (sp?). Anyway, it’s here on AFF and it’s fabulous! It’s a similar situation to this fic in some ways.
@NadiaMalfoy: I’m glad you enjoyed It’s Not Over. It was fun to write. As for my writing style changing, I didn’t do it purposely, but I think I’m an emotional writer, so I was in a different place in my head. I don’t know if that will make sense. This Draco is still conniving, but he’s also kinder and more mature. Thanks for the review!
@HG4eva: Thanks so much for the review! I’m not sure where the story is going, but it’s fun to write.
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After schooling the bewildered look on her face, Daphne Greengrass reverted to the polished manners she’d been taught since birth.
“Pleased to see you again, Miss Granger,” she said, bobbing her head in greeting.
Blaise grinned and kissed Hermione’s hand. “Miss Granger,” he murmured.
The male Slytherins had shared a dorm for years and Blaise knew of Draco’s fascination with Hermione Granger. He could understand her appeal. Once Hermione had grown into her looks, she blossomed. The Zabinis had stayed out of the Dark Lord’s clutches and he was grateful for the Golden Trio’s courage in the face of such evil and power. Blaise wondered if Hermione understood how many witches and wizards from different levels of society appreciated what she had done for their world.
“Please call me Hermione,” she said to the pair.
The upscale Diagon Alley restaurant boasted a refined menu of Asian fare. They sat in a booth with sliding screens to preserve their privacy. Warm sake appeared on their table in small cups. The rice alcohol was new to Hermione, but she liked the slightly savory flavor. Her blond “boyfriend” kept his arm draped around her shoulders, his finger nails scraping against the bare skin of her upper arm, causing her to imperceptibly shiver.
Draco and Blaise talked, totally leaving the two women out of the conversation. Hermione thought it was rather sexist, but she didn’t expect anything different from Malfoy. Daphne seemed used to the men’s behavior and silently watched them speak with interest. The lovely, dark-haired Slytherin looked at Hermione and winked. That little act of acceptance helped Hermione relax. Maybe they weren’t so different from her after all.
A large tray of edamame sprinkled with sea salt and lemon slices appeared on the table and the group popped the pods open to expose the meaty beans. Blaise looked at Hermione and smiled.
“I enjoyed your book, Hermione. In the chapter on…” Blaise continued to speak on a specific chapter from the end of her book, asking her to clarify some questions he had.
Merlin, he read my book!
Then Daphne chimed in. “The way you broke down the psychological reasons for…”
Draco watched his friends show Hermione their interest in her book. The look of astonishment on her face was priceless. The Gryffindors he knew didn’t put books ahead of their other activities, while the Slytherins were generally a well-read lot. He’d put money of the fact that her publishing achievement was barely recognized by the majority of her group. He did realize her set had some admirable qualities, but intellectually she was at a different level than the people she called friends.
“What have you two been doing since you left school?” Hermione asked the couple.
Daphne explained that she was training to be a mediwitch. She wanted to work in Labor and Delivery. Blaise, who Hermione was shocked to find out was a half-blood, was interning in the Muggle Liason office at the Ministry. His father was a wealthy Italian Muggle, so he’d had exposure to the Muggle world since birth. Hermione wondered how Blaise had been able to stand Draco when he had been so anti-Muggle as a child. Perhaps he had reserved his particularly prejudiced rants for her.
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The four stood in front of the restaurant saying their goodbyes.
“Take care of our mate,” Blaise said to Hermione, lightly kissing her cheek.
Hermione nodded, unsure of what to say. Even with the ramifications of the war plaguing him and his parents, he was much more together than she was.
Daphne took Hermione’s hands in hers. “It was nice to finally get to have a conversation with you. I’ll owl you two for dinner at my flat.”
“That would be wonderful, Daphne,” Hermione said, squeezing her hands. Daphne squeezed back, before stepping towards the dark Italian and taking his hand.
Draco led Hermione to the Apparition point, his hand firmly on her lower back.
“What did you think?” Draco asked. Blaise was gifted with reading people and putting them at ease, which he had aptly done with Hermione. While Draco could read people, he didn’t worry about making sure people were comfortable. He preferred to let people figure out their place on their own.
“They weren’t what I was expecting.”
“Better or worse?”
“They were better. It was a very pleasant evening, Malfoy.”
They reached the Apparition point and Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and with a pop, they disappeared.
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“I was supposed to marry Daphne’s sister.”
The pair was reading before the fire. Draco had propped his feet on Hermione’s lap and intermittedly wiggled them until Hermione took the hint and began to stroke his socked feet.
“Really?”
“Yes. Astoria ran away with some Hufflepuff in her year after the Final Battle.”
Draco was looking at his book, but Hermione knew he wasn’t reading. She put her book on the side table and looked at him.
“Did you want to marry her?”
“It’s not that simple. But, no, I wouldn’t have chosen Astoria on my own.”
“Is Daphne betrothed to Blaise?”
“No. When the Greengrass parents had to end our betrothal contract, they gave Daphne the option to end hers, which she did. She and Blaise have been together since fifth year and they’re crazy about each other. It’s somewhat sickening, actually.”
“I think it’s nice,” Hermione murmured, continuing to massage his feet.
Draco closed his eyes and rested his head on the arm of the sofa. “I suppose it is.”
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On the off chance that her parents would reach out to her, Hermione had a Muggle post office box in Framlingham. She checked it every few days, hoping for word that her parents were okay and thinking of her. It had been empty thus far, but she had to check.
She made her way to the small post office, finding her box amongst the tiny silver boxes and used a key to open it. For the first time in months, there was a letter.
Charlotte Granger’s slanted cursive graced the envelope.
Oh, Mum, you have to forgive me! I did what I had to do to protect you and Dad.
But when Hermione carefully slit open the envelope and pulled out the letter, it was an angry missive.
Magic is evil! Renounce your place as a witch!
The letter was every bit as hateful as the way the Grangers had behaved last time Hermione had seen them. They hadn’t believed they were in danger and thought Hermione had been exaggerating this “war” in order to take over their minds, for her own amusement. Charlotte and Benjamin Granger were people who believed in black and white, good and evil, right and wrong, Heaven and Hell. As a child, she hadn’t known any different. Hermione thought all families were as strict, demanding, and clear in their beliefs as her own.
What the Grangers couldn’t comprehend was that magic was part of Hermione. She could ignore it, but eventually, it would come out when her emotions ran high. Upon first reading the letter, Hermione felt sad and disappointed but now she was furious. Was her lot in life to be constantly rejected by every group she should have been welcomed into?
Fuck everyone! I’m done with worrying about what everyone else wants from me. If I don’t care about myself, no one else will.
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When Draco returned to the flat, the door to Hermione’s office was closed, and if he wasn’t mistaken, silenced. He appreciated his own privacy, so he would leave her alone. Perhaps she was trying to study something difficult.
A few hours after he had eaten dinner, he heard the door to the office open. Hermione, red-eyed and grim-faced, came into the kitchen. He watched her make her way to the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water. She gulped half the bottle in one go and turned to Draco.
“I need a drink. Something strong.”
Draco arched a brow at her, then went to the cabinet where he stored his liquor.
“Elf-made wine or firewhisky? Equally hard stuff, but the Elf-made wine is easier on the palette.”
“Will you be drinking with me?” she asked.
“Of course. I’d never pass up the chance to see you drunk. Why don’t we have the Elf-made wine?” Draco expected her to roll her eyes or call him “ferret”, but she was absorbed in whatever was bothering her. He wondered what had her looking so unhappy.
“Sure. That would be fine. Do you have any chocolate?” She opened the cabinet near her where she thought she had seen a box of chocolates the other day.
“Breaking out the chocolate, eh, Granger? What happened? Did you get a B on a test?”
She looked at the ground, shaking her head.
Draco poured two healthy glasses of wine and found the box of chocolates. He walked into bedroom. A bewildered Hermione followed him.
“Why are we sitting on the bed?”
“Drinking wine and eating on the bed is my guilty pleasure. You look like you could use the comfort. Get settled and I’ll grab the bottle of wine.”
Hermione sat against the headboard and took a gulp of the wine. The wine was like liquid contentment. Immediately, she felt her body began to relax. She took another long swig and felt herself warm. The stab of rejection she’d experienced earlier that day was beginning to feel far removed, as if she’d read about it in a novel.
Draco came back into the room, noting that Hermione’s glass was only a quarter full. Her face was becoming more placid by the second. He settled himself on his side of the bed and took a sip of his wine. Merlin, this stuff is bloody fabulous. Every so often one of the Slytherins would sneak in a bottle and within a few sips the normally discreet bunch would be telling stories and openly kissing and hugging.
“What happened today, Hermione?” Draco asked, finding a raspberry truffle in the box of gourmet chocolates.
“Do you remember I told you my parents were gone?”
“Yes.”
“Well, technically, they are gone…from England. Before the war began, I Obliviated them and sent them to Australia, for their own safety. When I restored their memories, they were so angry they essentially disowned me.”
Hermione took another long drink, fortifying herself to continue her confession to Malfoy. Since they had agreed to keep each other’s secrets, she knew he wouldn’t say anything to anyone else, but she dreaded him making light of her feelings.
“I keep a Muggle post office box and when I checked it today, I found that my mother had sent me a letter. She hates me, Draco.”
Being the only son of Lucius Malfoy, Draco was familiar with having a parent who constantly expressed their disappointment. Though he had never gone as far as Hermione’s parents, Draco had vowed to stay away from his parents once the war was over. They’d dragged him into a situation that had almost cost him his life and his freedom and had offered him up to the scariest, craziest wizard in all the world. Yes, Draco certainly understood where Hermione was coming from.
“How could she hate you, Granger? You saved the world.”
Hermione shimmied down and laid on her side, facing Draco. Her body was feeling wonderful. She wanted Malfoy to put those big hands all over her.
“They don’t understand. And no one cares what I did during the war. People are trying to rebuild their lives, trying to deal with their own grief.”
Draco laid down, mirroring her position. They were only inches apart. He recognized the glassy look in her eyes, but didn’t want to stop whatever would happen between them. She reached a hand up to his face and gently traced the slope of his features.
“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the handsomest boy I had ever seen,” she admitted with a small smile.
“I get that reaction a lot,” he replied with a smirk.
“Prat.”
His expression became serious. “Take it from me, there’s only one person you can depend on and that’s yourself. Do what you need to do to make yourself happy.”
She flopped on her back and sighed. “I know, Malfoy, but I want more than that. I want a family and love. Since the war ended I’ve been fending for myself. I’m sure you think it’s very Gryffindor of me to want those things.”
Draco was reminded of the cool way his parents greeted him after he got off the train his first holiday break from Hogwarts. By contrast, The Weasel’s mother was all kisses and hugs for her flame-haired brood. He’d actually felt jealousy for what the Weasleys had, the kind of affection that was so abundant there was no doubt that those children were happy and cared for. Yes, they were poor, but they were rich in other ways.
“Some people have that kind of familial love and some don’t. You have to be grateful for what you do have.”
“What are you grateful for, Malfoy?” Grateful was not a word she expected to hear from the man she had considered a spoiled brat for the last eight years of her life.
“My life. My freedom. Getting away from my parents’ suffocating demands for perfection. A pretty, drunk girl in my bed.”
Hermione snorted. “I’m not nearly drunk enough. Let’s get back to that, shall we?”
The two sat up and Draco refilled their glasses.
“What do you want to do this weekend?” Hermione had been warned that they needed to start being “seen” together. She was dreading the reaction from her friends. They may not have been there for her recently, but she didn’t have anyone else. Well, Malfoy was supporting her, but that lasted until he got sick of her. At least school would be paid for this year.
“Well, there’s a Ministry gala I’ve been invited to attend since I gave an obscene amount of money to the War Orphan Fund. That’s Saturday night. Or we can do something more pedestrian, like take a stroll through the Alley.”
“The wine is ambrosia, Malfoy. How do you stop yourself from drinking it?”
Laughing, Draco took another sip. “I wouldn’t be productive if I drank this daily. I’d want to drink, shag and eat rich food. You’d probably mistake me for a randy Greg Goyle if I went that way.”
“Eww,” Hermione said, scrunching her nose. “Well, getting back to the weekend, I guess I’d prefer a stroll through Diagon Alley. I haven’t been to Flourish and Blotts in ages. But you’d get better press at the gala, right?”
“I would, but we don’t want people to think our arrangement is a business transaction. We’re still not as natural with each other as we could be. Let’s put off the gala since there will be tons of press there. The Ministry has some event every month. And I give to other charities, so I’ll be invited to their fundraisers as well.”
Hermione was relieved. Having their picture plastered all over the Prophet made her uncomfortable, although she knew eventually it would happen. The vindictive little voice in her head almost wanted her friends to find out about her association with Malfoy by seeing her looking gorgeous next to Draco’s ridiculously handsome self. Almost. She needed to send them an owl letting them know about her new “relationship”.
Something Malfoy said had struck her. She needed to take happiness where she could find it. Though he did touch her, and seemed to enjoy doing so, it almost appeared that he wanted her to make the more overt moves. She wanted him to touch her, but maybe he needed a little push. Draco’s back was once again against the headboard as he sipped his wine. She lifted the cup from his hand and placed it on her side table. He eyed her silently, letting her take control of the situation. She straddled him and put her lips to his ear.
“I liked watching you please yourself. Do you want to watch how I do it?”
“Show me,” he growled, his body electrified by her question. He’d wanted to taste her body, touch her smooth skin, and get an eyeful of the area she kept covered with clothes.
She used to wand to Vanish her sweater and jeans, leaving her in a matching set of ivory silk knickers and a bra. Ever so slowly, Hermione trailed her fingertips over her sensitive neck to her hard nipples. Her fingers dipped into her bra to circle the areola, then she pinched at the peaks.
“Mmm…I like a mix of light and rougher touches.” Taking his hand, she brought it to her silk-encased breast, letting him explore.
She’s more gorgeous than I thought she’d be.
Draco explored her breasts through her bra, bringing up his other hand to cups both generous orbs. She closed her eyes and gave a ragged sigh. A second later, she felt his breath on her lips, then his firm mouth on her own. She opened her lips to him and felt his tongue against her tongue, at first a light touch then more passionately until she started to feel dizzy from the kiss.
God, I can’t wait until he uses his tongue on other parts of my body!
When Malfoy pinched both nipples, Hermione gasped and broke the kiss. She looked at his face and saw his eyes darkened with lust. She scooted back slightly and moved his hands to her thighs. It was awkward to do something so intimate in front of someone else, but when Malfoy pushed her against the wall and whispered his desire to see her masturbate she felt free to let her inner exhibitionist out.
Her middle finger traced the seam of her pussy over her knickers, leaving the silk noticeably moist. Draco stared at her hand, mesmerized by her actions. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her and feel her warm, wet tightness around him. He kneaded her thighs in rhythm to her finger slowly traveling back and forth.
Hermione grabbed her wand and Vanished her knickers, leaving Draco a view of her neatly trimmed cunt. She smelled divine, like pineapple and woman. His hands moved to her arse, rocking her slightly to give his aching cock some relief.
Dipping a finger into herself for lubrication, Hermione began to gently circle her clit and rock over Malfoy’s erection. Draco cleared his throat.
“L-lay down so I can see you.” He’d imagined her body for so long, he wanted to savor this first viewing. Legs spread so she could lay between them and he could look at her most intimate parts.
Hermione laid between his spread legs, her feet finding purchase near his upper thighs. She used one hand to rub her hard clit and her other hand pushed two fingers into her needy body. She groaned and arched her back with her impending orgasm.
Draco couldn’t hold back and began to rub his hand over his covered penis.
“Gods, Hermione, come. Let me see you come.”
Her hands began to move frantically. Time stilled for a moment and then her body clenched around her fingers and her clit throbbed with her orgasm. Her groan was long and low and so, so sexy. She rode out the last few tremors and slowly moved her hands to rest on her belly.
The two former enemies stared at each other, then Draco took one of her hands and sucked the fingers that had been inside her. His tongue licked over each digit, while enveloping it in his warm mouth. Hermione closed her eyes, letting her head rest on the soft bed covering. He finished sucking her fingers and leaned over her, coming face to face with her.
“You were magnificent,” he whispered before kissing her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips.
Hazy from the intense orgasm, Hermione couldn’t help but think that if this were a real relationship, she’d be falling hard for Draco Malfoy.
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