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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
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As promised, the second and final installment of the Valentine's Day special.

Chapter Four: Valentine’s Day - Part Two
When Draco brought up Valentine’s day, Hermione had been so thrown off, she hadn’t considered how she might be feeling that day. Nausea was hitting her in waves, and over the course of the weekend she found herself avoiding Draco when she wasn’t feeling well. Thankfully, he was too much of a guy to notice, which for once, came in handy. As she prepared for their date, though, she grew nervous.
After talking to Ginny the day before, Hermione had decided that she was going to tell Draco, and she was going to tell him today. But the night before, it had occurred to her that he might not be the one who needed telling. This was what she got for using sex to manipulate a man. It was something she hated about women, and now, she was just another one of them. She didn’t know what she was dreading more; telling Draco, or the idea that Ron might be the actual responsible party here.
But, Hermione was an adult now, and she needed to handle this as such. So, she put together her new outfit, went through the rare effort of getting her hair nice and straight, and put on just enough makeup to play up her eyes and make her skin look less… glowy.
She and Draco had decided to meet in the entrance hall in order to go down into Hogsmeade together at three o’clock. When that time grew near, Hermione slipped on her boots and headed downstairs. She sat in a windowsill by the doors, waiting patiently, though internally, she was debating if she really wanted to tell him after all.
Draco rifled through the stack of permission forms in his hands one final time, students still filing out and getting checked by himself, Filch, or Flitwick (the new deputy headmaster to McGonagall). Normally he wouldn't have sprung for Hogsmeade duty, Hermione had actually taken the shift, but he took it to give her the time to get ready. It also meant he was out of the dorm well before her, and that she was getting ready when he left, so he could move about a little more freely in the time beforehand.
He had to admit, he felt oddly light-hearted today. The gushy-ness in the air was slightly less annoying than usual (though, oddly, his Valentine's load really hadn't been any smaller), and even the odd venomous glance from the other students really didn't bother him nearly as much as they usually did these days. He even mustered the occasional smirk or grin, which just threw them off all the more.
"Alright you lot," Draco called as Filch and Flitwick bustled inside to warm their old bones. "You bloody well know how this goes by now, so just get on with it!" He clapped his dragonhide-clad hands together and waved the students off dismissively, pulling his cloak in to conserve the warming charms he'd placed on his clothes. Even in dragonhide boots and gloves, he felt like he was beginning to feel the chill, and checked and reinforced the charms, bundling his scarf a little tighter around his neck for the added security.
But, with Head duties done, he was free to enjoy the day, and the evening ahead, and that thought alone was warming. Maybe he didn't have everything figured out already, not in the big picture, but his chat with Ginny (who was expectedly absent from the lot of Hogwarts students heading into the village) had been... Cleansing, strangely. She was an insightful bird, he'd give her that.
He cast a heating charm as he trudged back towards the Entrance Hall to clear more of the snow and ice away, giving the slick stone steps a good blast lest someone break their neck. His teeth had stopped chattering by the time he was inside, thankfully, and his eyes found Hermione rather quickly, and he beelined for her at a less-than-rushed pace. He knew it would be a good day when he saw she'd taken the time to fully tend her hair (which explained why he'd hardly been able to get into the bathroom today), and her coat covered her almost entirely, giving off only a hint of the skirt she wore past it's hem, along with boots that drew his eye right away. He almost wanted to drag her back to the dorm for those alone.
"Looking good, Granger," He called good-naturedly in a slightly elevated voice when he was close enough. "Get all dolled up for someone in particular?" Of course, the students still mulling about only gave them a glance (some blokes three or four, out of obvious envy for said lucky bloke) and brushed it off as the kind of back and forth they usually shared, but they didn't know.
Draco certainly felt like a very lucky bloke.
Hermione stood up as he approached, chuckling lowly under her breath at the way he chose his words so casually. She fixed her scarf more securely around her neck.
“As a matter of fact, I have a date,” she announced (as it was no surprise that people liked to listen in wherever she went, much less in the presence of Draco Malfoy. She could tell he was cold, his cheeks and nose were red. It was a cute look on him.
She used the word so easily, Draco was almost impressed by it. Hermione had had this idea though, so he couldn't imagine the prospect being at all intimidating to her. She just had that Gryffindor courage.
And of course, this whole bloody relationship meant he'd have to find his inner Gryffindor... The idea nearly made him cringe.
"A date, huh?" He teased a little more, a slight grin curling onto his sharp features as he stopped in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch her if he so desired. "Well, that's a lucky bloke, if you can keep that hair of yours from strangling him."
It was normal for them, something between playful jabs and bickering. It was his next words that would make people gape.
"So, what're the chances of you ditching him for a day on the village with me?" He tweaked his brows at her playfully, disregarding for once what passersby might think. It was a relaxed, enjoyable moment, a rare one in his life.
Hermione laughed at that. “I’ll tell you what. If he’s totally lame by the time we finish dinner, I’ll find you,” she offered, and began to walk, letting her shoulder brush against his as she headed for the door. She knew he’d follow.
"Oh, catty." Draco chuckled, turning to fall into step with her with practiced ease (he'd spent his lifetime doing it with his father, after all). Now was the time for decisions, the small things. Things people would notice.
Things like reaching out and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in against his side to keep her close. Things like... "You do look stunning, luv." He added in a slightly lower voice, but the murmur behind them told him people had noticed, if not heard him. But, he reminded himself people didn't matter today.
Hermione leaned into him slightly, smiling to herself. She had to admit, for once in her life, she felt like she was embracing the rumors that were about to go flying through the school, the town, and surely, in no time at all, the entire wizarding community.
“You look pretty dashing yourself,” she replied, noticing how expensive everything he wore looked. “You must have a date too. Anyone special?”
"Oh, please." Draco snorted. "I'm always dashing." Though he'd taken as much care as he could while trying not to look it. Dragonhide gloves and boots and a good cloak were stock standard in the winter, after all. But the right slacks and a light sweater, meant to draw the eye to all the right places, were a little less standard without his warming charms. Topping it off with a button-up underneath his sweater gave just the right hint of formality, without overdoing it or bringing recent years to mind.
"Although, you are spot-on." He added, leading them out of the Hall and down the freshly defrosted steps, palming his wand again and casting a heating charm to clear them a path in the snow. "I happen to be taking a lovely, violent little thing out for the day, if I can keep her out of the bookstore." He chuckled, giving her shoulders a little squeeze.
“Violent?” Hermione was surprised to hear in description. “She is not violent,” she denied. “She is, however, lovely.” She smirked over at him, and leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “So, where are you taking this lovely girl?”
Draco smirked right back at her, and kissed her cheek as well. "That, my Lioness," He hummed, leading them towards the gates. "Is for me to know, and you to find out." He informed her smartly. "Of course, if there was anywhere you did want to stop, we can." He added sidelong, in case she had any stops in mind.
Hermione smiled and shook her head. “Nope, I’m more interested in the surprise, actually,” she told him. It was nice. Ron had never managed to plan a romantic date for the two of them. On the few occasions they actually went out on a date, she usually made the arrangements, simply because it was easier that way.
"Well, we'd better get moving then." Draco nodded, tucking his wand away as they got to a portion of the path where the snow had mostly been cleared away. They made pleasant conversation without the ridiculous gushy-ness that some people were expressing around them, and they definitely drew plenty of looks as they went. Especially when Draco pulled his arm from around Hermione's shoulders in favor of taking her hand. The gesture was a little awkward for him, not being one for such displays, but Ginny had said it best yesterday. Hermione cared more about the meaning behind such things.
It was a bit of a walk through the bustling little village before they reached their destination, and what would probably be one of the bigger events of their day. Thankfully, he'd had time to run out earlier (and sneak a peak in Hermione's closet) and prepare himself.
The little pond was rather quaint, a partial fence erected around it to help prevent falls, with benches as various intervals where couples sat together, lacing up skates or taking a rest, or just watching others enjoying themselves on the ice.
"I hope your skating is better than your dancing, Granger?" He teased her, enlarging two sets of skates he'd picked up this morning as he pulled them from his cloak pocket, leading her towards a bench.
Hermione had caught on rather easily to the skating agenda when they came across the little pond, and luckily for him, she thought it to be a splendid idea.
“Oh, what do you know of my dancing?” Hermione criticized playfully right back. She took the smaller of the two pairs of skates from him and sat on the bench, beginning to unzip her boots. “But for the record, I’ve been skating since I could walk.” It might have been an exaggeration, but not by much.
Draco sat down next to her, unlacing his own boots with practiced ease. "Well, you were about as graceful as you were drunk at the Christmas party. Can't blame me for doubting." He quipped back, sliding off one boot and replacing it with the appropriate skate before working on the other.
"I thought this could be enjoyable enough to do before we go eat." He explained instead of keeping up the playful trash talk. "Work up an appetite, swing each other around a bit... And no heights." He smirked a bit. As much as he loved flying, he knew (somehow) that Hermione hated heights. "Good to know I picked something you do, though. I was a little worried you'd hate the idea." There wasn't much opportunity for a back up plan with the limited space in Hogsmeade, either.
Hermione shook her head as she laced up her own skates. “Not at all. In fact, the Weasleys have a lake in the back of their property. We swim there in the summer, and skate during Christmas holidays.” It was a fun little tradition she’d enjoyed over the years with her friends. It was nice that this year she could enjoy it with someone who was more than just a friend.
Hermione looked out on the lake at the many students who were spinning, twirling, falling, and simply gliding. Yes, news was going to travel quickly indeed. Even if this hadn’t been a date, there’d be no convincing anyone of that now. It was Valentine’s Day, after all.
Draco nodded along, biting back some deep-seeded instinct to formulate an insult. Hermione wouldn't appreciate it, especially unwarranted. He tied his second skate securely, shrank down his boots, stowed them away, and stood a little unevenly, a hand braced against the fence to keep himself upright. Skating was easy, standing on the ground on blades was not.
"Much the same, actually." Draco replied casually, looking around at the students as well. "The manor had a pond where my mother and I fed ducks and the like when I was younger. She taught me to skate, though it's been years since I've actually done it." He explained light-heartedly, smiling at the memory. He avoided asking if she really wanted to go public, knowing it would just upset her, and swallowed his nerves. Instead, he approached a safer topic as he looked back, waiting patiently for her to be ready.
"You said you learned young. I didn't know Muggles iceskate?" It seemed silly that they wouldn't, when he thought about it, but he never had. Muggles had always been this distant, almost imaginary (and at one point scary) thing in his life, really.
Hermione found herself laughing at his ignorance. “Muggles? Icescake? They’ve made an olympic sport of it. Dozens upon dozens of nations compete worldwide.”

She stood without trouble, but held onto the fence all the same. “And there are multiple different sports held on the ice.” She chuckled, thinking about it. “Makes you kind of curious, doesn’t it? Who started it? The muggles or the wizards?” The question was prodded teasingly. Even if he didn’t still carry a prejudice against muggles, he obviously had a certain idea of them in his head. How primitive did he believe them to be?
"Suppose it does." Draco chuckled, biting back his automatic response and offering her his free hand instead. "Never really thought about it, to be honest." He meant that in regards to the entire subject, really. Muggles were still an enigma to him, but at least she didn't take his comment as an insult.
"Any other similarities I should be aware of?" He asked the question jokingly, but if anyone knew one thing about Hermione, just from meeting her, it would be that she loved to... 'share'. Share was a better term than 'lecture', at least, but both were true. And maybe she'd even like the sign that he was showing an interest in her culture.
Hell, if he'd known they'd end up here, he'd have taken Muggle Studies this year.
Hermione took his hand. They were both ready to go out onto the ice, after all. “Loads. But I must say, I think the muggles have us beat when it comes to technology. If you enjoy the radio, I can’t imagine what you’d think of television.” She smirked at him as she stepped gingerly onto the ice.
"Television?" Draco repeated the word almost skeptically, bracing his arm to keep her from potentially slipping before stepping onto the ice himself. Once he was sure they were both balanced, he gave a push off the fence to give them some slight momentum, keeping a good grip on her hand as they moved onto the ice. "I'm not even sure I want to know what that is." It just sounded... odd.
Hermione gave a giggle at that, holding his hand tight as they began to glide. “Well, you know the old radio shows, drama, adventure? Well, on a television, you not only hear what’s happening, but you can see it.” It always amused her to no end to describe something that had been in her life from the time she was born. "It's mostly shows, but music, too, on some stations."
"What, you mean like a portrait?" Draco chuckled at her laughter, swinging around to glide backwards in front of her so they were facing each other. Ice skating was just like riding a broom; you never really forget. And the sense of balance he'd gained playing Quidditch helped. "Or like a play?" He added, after a moment's consideration of the idea, a brow raised at her. It just sounded like something they already had this 'television', but maybe it was something you had to experience to understand?
“More like animated photographs, but longer. Sometimes hours long.” She moved with him gracefully on the ice, momentarily forgetting that everyone was seeing them. It was easy to do with such an entertaining topic. His lacking knowledge of the subject amused her. “Maybe sometime I’ll take you to a movie.”
"A movie." Draco repeated the term, shaking his head with some amusement. "You know, I think if we're very quiet, we might be able to hear my father's heart attack." He joked, smirking at the woman.
"Therefore, obviously, we have to." He nodded as if that made it a done deal. But, more than anything, he thought it would amuse her further.

The comment surprised her, despite her awareness of his disdain for his father. She laughed at the thought. “Perhaps during Easter holiday,” she suggested lightly, not trying to make it sound like a plan so much as an idea. She wasn’t going to be one of those girls who had a new boyfriend and then began planning out every moment of their future together. Those girls were usually insane to think their relationships would last.
"If I can sneak you away, that is." Draco couldn't imagine them spending the holiday together, realistically, not when they both had family and her graduated friends would want her to visit. Nevermind that his parole restrictions were a bitch, even with Hogsmeade added to his areas of access.
"So," He continued on, catching her other hand and swinging them around a bit before letting them glide off in another direction. "How am I doing so far?" He had to ask it, because it was something new, the whole situation really, and he had to be able to gauge his plans in the event of making more in the future.
Plus, she'd probably expected him to try and duck out by now, given how many people were just staring.
Hermione was glad that she felt so natural on the ice, because if she wasn’t, she’d be terribly embarrassed by now. “You’re doing great,” she complimented, both his skating and his date-planning abilities. “Then again, any date that has more than one destination is usually destined to be good.” She grinned at him and skated closer to him, pulling him towards her and putting her hands on his waist. She was tempted to kiss him, but wasn’t sure how comfortable he’d be with the idea so publicly. Then again, they’d kissed in public before.
"I worked with what I had." Draco smirked, letting his own arms wrap lazily around her. He took the initiative here, because she was the bold one, and leaned down to claim her lips. The world seemed to stand still and fall away all at once; he could ignore the outraged gasps and scandalized whispers around them for the moment. In fact, right then, gliding with Hermione, he wasn't sure why he'd ever cared about them.
Hermione kissed him back happily, finding herself oddly relishing in the scandal of it all. She supposed it was because she felt no shame in what she was doing here with him. But, she wasn’t big on snogging in public, so she broke her lips from his before she could be tempted to deepen their kiss. “I’ve never gone out with someone who’s good at everything they do,” she told him. “That must be what it feels like for the men I’ve dated.” She smirked in a Malfoy-like manner.
"Well, it doesn't help when you date out of your I.Q. range, Love." Draco smirked right back, giving them another little spin. "That ego is starting to look good on you though." He added, smirk morphing into a grin. "Now come on. Since you're so good at everything, why don't you show me your skating talents?" This mushy-gushy stuff still wasn't entirely his thing, and he couldn't help being a little uncomfortable with so many P.D.A.s at once. Dinner was going to be more than enough in that department, he was sure.
Hermione giggled with the spin. “Talents? Well, I don’t know about talents.” It wasn’t as though she knew how to do anything fancy. But since he was challenging her, Hermione skated away from him, giving herself some room. “But I have spent several years trying to master the salchow,” she informed him. “I’m up to a double. Can’t seem to master the triple,” she introduced, beginning to skate a little faster to gain momentum. With that said, she pushed off into the air, spinning twice around, before landing cleanly on her right foot, the left leg extended behind her as she glided in a small circle. She slowed to a stop, grinning. Her heart pounded excitedly as it always did when she completed such a feat.
Draco was rather impressed by it, if only because Hermione had never seemed very athletic. Sure, she'd been running around fighting the forces of evil for seven years, but this was different. This was more of a sport.
"Impressive," He called light-heartedly, giving a slow clap as he drifted across the ice towards her. "You could probably pull off the triple if you were able to pick up some more speed."
Not that he'd be caught dead trying to demonstrate such a thing here. He'd tried such tricks a few times when he was younger, but his father had quickly squashed such 'feminine' habits. If he tried now, he'd likely fall on his arse.
Hermione shrugged and made her way back toward her date. “Probably, I’ve just never had enough space.” The ponds she skated on were always small, and she hadn’t been to a real rink in many years. “Alright big shot, show me what you’ve got.” He was the athletic one, after all.
He really should have seen that one coming, honestly. Draco laughed, shaking his head. "No way," He declined. "I haven't been on skates in some ten years. I'd make a complete arse of myself and ruin that 'good at everything' image." He wasn't about to make a total fool of himself today when it was miracle enough he could stay upright. And he contributed that to his other athletic practices.
When they’d decided that they were too cold and too hungry, Hermione and Draco turned in their skates in favor of boots once again. “So, where are we headed to next?” Hermione asked as they departed from their first stop of the afternoon. She was enjoying just going with the flow of the day, and curiosity had a strong hold on her.
"Well, we could wander the village a bit." Draco offered as a suggestion, despite his appetite beginning to rear up on him. "Or we could head straight for dinner." He added as they came back up the path towards the main road, gesturing to the building in front of the pond they'd been skating at. The Pot and Kettle was an off the road little restaurant in the village, not frequented by the students much on the occasions during the school year that it was open. It was owned by a local couple, who'd converted the first floor of their home into the eatery, and transformed into a small ice cream parlor when it was warm out.
"The couple who owns the restaurant also owns the pond." He explained, probably unnecessarily. "If nothing else, I thought being so close would give us a good chance to warm up." It made sense, thinking logically. Plenty of other students had the same idea, too, along with some of the locals.
Hermione thought about this as they walked, leaning against Draco with her head on his shoulder. She looped her arm through his. “I am pretty hungry. We should warm up and get some food before we head back out into the cold,” she offered, looking up at him, seeking his opinion.
"That's the best thing I've heard all day." Draco agreed, an arm around her waist as he turned them along the path to the house. The chill had brought a healthy pink tinge to his face (the only part of him not covered) but he'd been able to keep his teeth from chattering only because of the warming charms on the rest of his body.
Inside the restaurant, it was a relatively quaint scene. Instead of over the top pinks and whites and floating cherubs, mellow music played on a gramophone into a room bathed in dim red and pale white lights from paper lanterns along the walls and ceiling. A simple decorations and vases of flowers on the tables and in other strategic locations added a gentle ambiance to the air.
The hostess recognized him from his stop in this morning and gestured them in further, leading them into the dining area. It was fairly crowded already, and their presence turned heads, as it had been all day.
The dining room was full of low walls for privacy, but tables seemed almost absent. Instead, people were gathered together sitting on cushions, dining at what almost looked like piles of blankets with a slab of wood on top. The blankets had been changed for the holiday as well, black fabrics decorated with hearts and light colored lines and floral patterns.
Not that any of this surprised him. He'd heard about this place from Daphne and Pansy a few times, and come to check it out himself this morning. "Have you ever heard of a Kotatsu?" He asked Hermione curiously. He was vaguely familiar with it from his own childhood, the odd business trip with his father bringing his family to oriental locations from time to time. The concept alone had always appealed to him, and today seemed like the perfect excuse.
Hermione shook her head as she took in her surroundings. The oriental theme was obvious, and yet, delightful. She couldn’t help but be surprised to find a place like this in a small Scottish village like this.
“No, I haven’t.” She wasn’t even sure if what he was talking about was the theme of the restaurant or some sort of food. Either way, she was intrigued.
"Something Hermione Granger doesn't know!" Draco gasped in jest, his voice low and private. "Now there's the real scandal."
The waitress stopped them at a table and took their drink orders, and Draco gestured Hermione to one of the cushions at their little two-person table.
"Well, the table is a Kotatsu. It's Japanese." He explained, since it truly would be a scandal if Hermione didn't understand everything about the world around her. "As I understand it, the bloke who owns the place had started it out as a haggis pub, of all things." He continued, peeling his gloves off and stuffing them into his cloak's pocket, before removing that as well.
"But, he ended up marrying a Japanese bird and they turned it into this little seasonal diner."
That was the story Pansy had told him, anyways. She was a sucker for a 'good love story'. "So," He breathed easing himself down onto the cushion next to Hermione. He lifted up the blanket, revealing a table underneath and a pleasant flow of toasty air, all inside a sunken hole in the floor."It's not supposed to have the hole, but I suppose that's for us who are used to chairs, yeah? There's a heater under the table, to keep you warm." He chuckled, lowering his leg into the gap. The nice part was, the table sat on a singular pole instead of four legs, meaning there was nothing to keep them from sitting as close as they wanted.
"What do you think?" He had figured Hermione would be too familiar with the Japanese touches to the place (even his own familiarity was passing, really), but he'd figured she'd like that kind of thing. Something new, something foreign, and something to learn, all packaged together.
Hermione gave him an unamused look when he poked fun at her for her ignorance. It wasn’t as if she’d had time to research foreign cultures in the middle of a war. But it was gone again as she sat down, immediately feeling the warmth. She began removing her coat, gloves, and scarf.

“It’s beautiful,” she told him. “And definitely accomplishes the warming up,” she added with a smile.
"I figured it'd be nice." Draco agreed, watching Hermione peel out of her coat with more than a little anticipation to finally see what she was wearing. No matter how much he'd expected she'd dressed up, seeing her so put together, the crimson blouse fitting her just right, and the skirt that complimented her lean legs and shapely thighs... He shook his head, licking suddenly dry lips. Sure, he'd seen her dressed up. But for once she'd gone through all that trouble just for him.
"You... Look great." He had to give her the compliment, and almost wanted to smack himself for how dumbfounded he sounded. Clearing his throat, he gave himself a shake and busied himself with adjusting the blanket over their legs, tucking his own into the hole beneath the table. Thank Merlin his face was still colored from the cold; he may well have been blushing.
Hermione did blush at that. “Thank you,” she said softly, modestly. She had tried. Fashion had never been her area of expertise, but these days, whenever she went shopping in a witch’s boutique, she tended to receive a lot of extra attention. She tucked her legs under the table as well and thanked the waitress when she brought her drink. She sipped it lightly.
“So, since you seem to have more experience with Asian cuisine, what do you recommend?” Her experience with Asian food was limited to Chinese takeout with her parents.
"They do have a sushi menu." Draco suggested as much as commented. "If you've never had authentic, I'd definitely recommend it. I haven't tried it here myself, but I've heard great things about Mrs. MacTir's skills." He suggested, pouring a cup of tea from the pot he'd ordered.
Hermione avoided the tea, not sure if it was caffeinated. The idea of sushi, fish, even, turned her stomach, and she shifted uncomfortably. “I’m actually not big on seafood,” she lied. In fact, she couldn’t think of any meat that appealed at the moment. “Maybe I’ll stick to a vegetarian menu today.” She bit her lip, not looking at him, and took the menu instead, giving it a look over. Her heart was pounding again, this time in anticipation. She couldn’t tell him now. What if it go awkward before they even ordered?
Odd; he was sure he'd seen her induldge in fish and such things in the Great Hall. But that thought reminded him of how much he'd watched her over the years, so he disregarded all of it. "Alright." He supplied simply instead, spooning some sugar into his tea. "How about a hot pot then, if you want to go oriental?" He suggested lightly, sipping his tea. "It's kind of like fondue, but more like making stew." He added, in case she didn't know.
"Though, on that note, I've also heard excellent things about the fondue here, if that's more your mood. They do a chocolate fondue dessert plate as well." He knew she liked sweets; maybe that would appeal?
Hermione perked up a little at that thought. “Fondue, huh? I’ve always wanted to try fondue. It always sounded like so much fun!” It also sounded tasty. She drank from her water again. “So, have you ever been here before?”
"Not during winter." Draco shook his head. "About May they turn it into an ice cream parlor, and I've stopped in a few times. But I remembered some of Pansy's friends talking about the place. I thought we could try it together."
Sentiment was coming to him rather easily, as much as it surprised him. But, he was speaking more genuinely than he could ever recall speaking to anyone. It was... An odd feeling.
They placed their order when the waitress came back around, and relaxed into polite conversation as they waited. Draco found he'd nudged himself over to the corner of their table, putting them right next to each other as they conversed so easily. He'd thought that, being in public, the conversation would be more strained and tense than when they were alone. But, when it came down to it, he could forget the world in the sound of Hermione's voice, and lose himself to these moments they had together, sharing old stories, the good and the bad, and sometimes the inane.
"So, you're telling me," Draco drained his tea as Hermione finished one of her lesser-known stories of her adventures. "You made Polyjuice Potion our second year and - that part I can believe by the way - but you're telling me Potter and Weasley got into the Slytherin dungeons? Disguised as Crabbe and Goyle?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just don't see them being clever enough for it. What nitwit let them in?" He shook his head. "See, I just can't believe it."
Hermione laughed gleefully at that one. “I swear!” she insisted, her hand landing on his shoulder and staying there. “I was going to be there too, but I got held up with something else…” She didn’t want to say she was trapped as a half-girl half-cat. And hopefully he wouldn’t remember her stint in the hospital wing that year. She was so busy laughing that the waitress’s approach startled her, inspiring more laughter. The food was placed before them, and Hermione’s stomach groaned in anticipation. “Oh, thank God, the food’s here.” She was starved.
Draco was still shaking his head as the waitress laid out fresh beverages for them both, along with the small pot full of cheese. Laid around it were a variety of meats, vegetables, fruits, and small forks for dipping, and a few sauces to appeal to a variety of tastes.
"See, that makes it harder to believe. You made the potion, but you weren't there to make sure they didn't screw it up." He teased her, picking up one of the forks and shaking his head some more.
"So, since you've never done this..." Draco cleared away his laughter, hovering the fork over some of the vegetables before spearing a piece of broccoli. "Fondue is incredibly lazy for cooks. They give you everything raw, because the cheese is so hot, it cooks everything." He explained the very basics of it, being a dish he'd enjoyed many times.
He dipped the fork in enough to cover the broccoli, and let it simmer in the heated cheese briefly. When he was sure it was done, he pulled the fork out, holding the cheesy morsel over a napkin in his other hand, and held it out for Hermione without even thinking about it. "Still hot, careful."
Hermione blew lightly on the cheese smothered vegetables, before leaning in completely to take a small bite. She was surprised by how quickly it’d cooked, and the taste was just unbelievable. She drew back, covering her mouth until she could lick the cheese from her lips. “Wow, that’s amazing,” she chuckled, pleased with their choice. “Why have I never had this before?”
She wiped her mouth carefully with her napkin, before picking up another long fork and picking up a piece of beef with it. Just because she didn’t feel much like eat at the moment. She held it in until she could feel the tenderized meat begin to slide from the fork. She pulled it out again, letting it drip for a moment, before offering it in return.
"Well, not everyone goes for that little bit of luxury." It was funny, really. Something like fondue was considered so 'fancy', when the eater had to basically cook for themselves to enjoy it. The Noble class was a little riddiculous like that.
He accepted the bite in return, though, and offered her a grin as he licked the cheese from his lip. It scalded his mouth fiercely, since he'd ignored his own warning, but it was worth it to hold Hermione's eye as he took the morsel from her fork.
He speared another bite from the plates at random, dipping it into the cheese.
"My mother used to have these get togethers about once a month when I was younger," He chuckled. "She loved the fondue option; used to harp on after about who spilled what on their robes and how 'ghastly' it was." He shook his head. It seemed silly now, but as a child he'd sat there and snickered with her at whatever woman's misfortune while the men conducted business in his father's study. "She was always very catty about other women; or... anyone, really. But that's how purebloods are. It's all pomp and tradition, appearances and such." He let that linger a moment, offering her a fresh morsel. It dawned on him as he held it out just what he was doing, but he couldn't exactly take it back now, and Hermione didn't seem to dislike the gesture.
"What about your family?" He decided to press conversation instead of looking too closely at his actions. Besides, as he'd mentioned to Ginny, he didn't know much about Hermione, if he really thought about it.
Hermione took the bite (after being careful to give it a gentle blow), and as she chewed, she contemplated her answer.
“Well,” she started, before once again dabbing her mouth with her napkin. “My parents weren’t really the party hosting sort, especially not with a daughter with unexplainable bursts of magic,” she said with a chuckle. “They’re both dentists, which are basically healers for teeth. They run their own practice, rather successfully, too. I never really grew up with money, but I certainly didn’t grow up without it, either.” They were just an average middle class family.
That was hard to imagine, not being neither with or without the financial resources he'd grown up with all his life. It seemed a rather ambiguous state to be in, and it was hard to wrap his mind around, so he chose not to comment on it.
"Was that bad?" He decided to ask instead, on a more relatable subject. "Your accidental magic, I mean. You family must have been beside themselves." It was expected for him and his family, but what did Muggles even do about that kind of thing? His father had told him horror stories as a child, about Muggles taking magical children and experimenting on them, trying to steal their magic for their weaponry. He couldn't place when he'd stopped believing such tales, but they had definitely fueled his Muggle-hatred.
Hermione gave a chuckle and a shrug, and prepared another piece of food for Draco. “I don’t think they really noticed it was me at first. It was always little things, silly things. Like, one time, my parents’ car broke down, and we were on our way to an event at my school, the one I went to before I came here. I remember being really upset, and then suddenly, the car sprang back to life.” At least cars were something even Draco could comprehend. The Ministry even used cars. “But as I got older, if I’d get upset because something wasn’t fair, I’d sort of… I don’t know, levitate stuff, I guess.” She smiled shyly at the thought. She certainly had an attitude, that much couldn’t be denied, but at least it was usually in the name of justice and fairness.
Draco laughed lightly at that. "Yeah, I could see that." Hermione had always been about fairness. The times it'd been directed at him had been endearing and... enlightening.
"I remember once, when I was about six, I tried demanding an actual Dragon as something to ride at my birthday party." He shook his head, because it was ridiculous and he knew it now, but back then he'd only been thinking about how incredible it would be and how jealous his friends would be. "They said no, of course, and I had a huge tantrum. Smashed every piece of furniture, every portrait and about a dozen family heirlooms in my father's study in one fell swoop. Never got such a bloody caning in my life." The memory just made him cringe now, but it just showed the kind of damage a magical child could do. "Poor Crabbe was with me, ended up hanging by his trousers from a chandelier. Thank Merlin I didn't have any siblings..."
Hermione couldn’t help laughing at that mental image. It was nice to see him talk about his late friend, even if it had more than likely just been a slip. “I can’t imagine what kind of a big sister I’d have been.” She stopped and laughed, offering the bite to Draco and shaking her head. “Well I guess that’s not true, I kind of treated Ron and Harry like little brothers most of the time,” she joked.
She paused them, thinking. “I think I want more than one child. Being an only child was lonely at times.” She didn’t have many friends, she tended to anger her peers with her constant obedience and self righteousness. Plus, she liked the idea of easing into the topic, though she still had no clue how she was ever going to get the words out when the time came.
Draco blew on the bite this time, before taking it and chewing. He nodded his agreement, sipping his tea before preparing another morsel.
"I think I would too." He agreed, the words slipping out before he could keep them. "I mean, someday, down the line of course." A post-war life wasn't exactly a good one for him, not now. But, maybe it would turn around?
If he even stayed... Talking to Ginny yesterday had him questioning the idea.
"I didn't really have much in the way of family growing up. Plenty of cousins, being a Black, but they disown half the bloody family, you see. It did get lonesome, especially when I had friends like the Greengrasses and could see siblings together." Even he got lonesome when he was younger. Crabbe had hardly been the most stimulating company, and tutors and elves had quickly bored him.
Hermione bit her lip and distracted herself with her water again. “I suppose you’ll want to wait a long time to settle down then. Sow your wild oats and all of that.” She chuckled as though it amused her, even if it didn’t, not in the least. Suddenly, Hermione lost her appetite, and her smile faltered.
Draco noticed the change, but couldn't pinpoint what it was. He just knew Hermione didn't seem at all amused by it; weren't they rather young for that kind of conversation?
He pulled the morsel out of the pot, setting it, fork and all, down on his plate as he frowned. He reached out, rubbing her arm lightly as she sipped. He didn't know where he had gone wrong...
"Hey," He said softly, pulling back his hand and bringing it to the other. He'd debated the idea, how it would be received, but maybe it would cheer her up now. "I... wanted to give you this."
He brought his hand back, holding up a ring. Nothing so ridiculous as an engagement ring, no, but his own ring. The one normally adorning his thumb, which bore the Malfoy family crest.
"A Malfoy seals any letter, signs any document, with the family seal." He explained in a softer tone, so she would understand before accepting or rejecting. "Without it... I can't conduct any family business, anything, without your input. You to seal it. You want people to know we're... together, well... This would tell almost anyone."
Hermione was startled by the gift. It felt so… serious. It touched her, greatly. Enough so to bring tears to Hermione’s eyes. She tried to hold them back. She opened her mouth to speak, but for a moment nothing came out, she was too afraid of bursting into tears.
“Draco, I…” She sniffed deeply. “I love it, I do. But before you give this to me, there’s something very serious I need to talk to you about.”
Draco took her hand with his free one, giving it a small squeeze. "Hermione," He said her name softly, lowering the ring just a little, but not withdrawing it. "I doubt there's anything so serious that you need to be so distressed right now." He wanted her smiling, with or without tears in her eyes. His hand left hers to wipe them away, a confident kind of half-smirk curling at his lips as he did so. He couldn't imagine what had her so worked up, unless she'd suddenly changed her mind or something.
She loved how determined he was to comfort her, to make her smile, but until she got the truth out, she just couldn’t see that happening. She held his hand anyway, enjoying the small measure of comfort.
“Well, you remember on new year’s eve, in the coat room…” It wasn’t a question, of course he remembered. “We didn’t… Well we weren’t… We weren’t safe, Draco.” She wasn’t sure whether to continue looking him in the eye to gauge his reaction, or to look away altogether.
Draco's smirk faded very quickly at that, and he squeezed her hand, watching her carefully. "What... Are you trying to say?" He asked, but he was already sure he knew.
Fuck. He'd fucked up, and badly. She probably hated him, only telling him out of the goodness of her heart. She'd probably only wanted to be out together today because of it... She was too pure for anything else...
Hermione held back tears by force, not wanting to make a scene. She forced a smile, it was almost sarcastic, certainly ironic. “It’s not a maybe. I don’t just think I might be. I am, Draco. I am,” she lowered her voice suddenly. “Having a baby.”
Draco could feel his hands shaking as she spoke, and for some reason, every 'I' was like a hot knife in his chest. Maybe she just expected him to run off, to leave her to handle this alone. And part of him almost wanted to run too. But the tears in her eyes... The way she whispered those words...
"My baby..." His said in just as soft of a voice, and that trembled to. It was hard to wrap his mind around... "Merlin, that's... Shit." He finally settled on, swallowing thickly.
"And... What happens here?" He dared to ask, unsure what he wanted the answer to be. There was no way she wanted this... Not with him. "What do you want to do?"
She let him assume it was his baby, because she did not want to think about the possibility of it being Ron’s. “I… I don’t want this to change us,” she said, frowning. “Everything has been so good between us these last few weeks. I don’t know…” She was at a loss for a real answer. She’d only had forty-eight hours to think about it.
Draco nodded slowly, letting out a shaking breath as he did so. "It has been wonderful." He agreed in a hushed whisper. "Probably the best time of my life." The words just slipped out of him, and he didn't care right now.
Watching her, a heavy silence rang between them for a long moment. She looked so beautiful, so distressed, and despite the anxiety and fear this all had churning in his gut, he wanted to take away that sadness still...
"I guess," He said softly, managing a shaken smile. "This means you pretty much have to accept the ring, doesn't it?" He tried to make it playful, but just prayed she didn't take it the wrong way...
Hermione did catch the playfulness, though, and a small laugh was pulled from her.
“Well I guess I do have to, don’t I,” she agreed just as playfully. She sniffled again, holding in tears. They still had a lot to talk about, but they could do that later. And eventually, she was going to have to tell him that this baby could be born with bright red hair. “So, you’re not mad?”
Draco shook his head, lifting her hand and sliding the ring onto her middle finger, where it resized itself to the digit. "Of all the women I might be mad at in this situation, you aren't even on the list, Lioness." He assured her softly, running his thumb over her knuckles.
"It's just... a lot to wrap my mind around. If I were mad at all, it'd be at myself, for doing this to you..." He sighed, and brushed his lips against the back of her hand. "I can't... imagine you're thrilled about this..." After all, it affected her more, in reality. For him, it still hadn't quite sunk in...
Hermione didn't quite know what to say to that, and she sighed, but her posture softened. "I'm not unhappy, or mad, or sad," she thought the words out loud to him. "But I'm a little scared. If you thought me being seem with you was something better left avoided... We're in for a whole lot of drama when people start to find out."
Hermione was glad that she'd thought to put up privacy wards upon sitting down, or else word would already be out.
"No doubt." Draco sighed, enjoying the sight of his ring on her finger. This kind of tradition was claiming, and anyone who knew about Pureblood traditions would know that she was his. "This is going to be a hell of a storm when it gets out... The world may just explode this time." He chuckled dryly, trying to lighten up the atmosphere a little. It would be a serious issue when the news got out, especially to his family and her friends. But that was a bridge to cross when they came to it.
Hermione examined the ring on her finger. It was so… odd. A Malfoy crest on her finger? But there it was, and somehow, it was a nice fit. “I think we can handle it.” She held the ring up in front of her again. “I think it’s growing on me.”
Draco couldn't help cracking a grin at that, watching her examine the ring with that twisting warmth knotting his gut again. It was strange, and he knew he'd need to examine that emotion eventually, but he'd dealt with it for a long time as it was. Years, if he really thought about it...
"I hope so." He said softly, sipping his tea again, watching her with that grin still plastered stupidly on his face. "I'm well done sowing my oats by now." He added, in reference to her earlier comment. He'd sown his oats, whored around school; even during his disastrous sixth year he'd found time for 'stress relief'. The war had made him grow up, depression made him change and look at his life hard. If he could find a little bit of happiness, he'd take it and hold onto it for as long as he could.
Hermione chuckled at that. “I guess its time to stop when one finally lands in the grass, huh?” Though, as an afterthought, she realized he probably wouldn’t understand the biblical reference. She shook her head. “Nevermind,” she added with a chuckle.
"That's not what I meant, Hermione." Draco said softly, a little defensive despite her chuckle. "The two really have nothing to do with each other..." He insisted, because he didn't want her to think he was settling or something because of her... condition. That kind of misunderstanding would only make her upset with him.
Hermione could sense him backtracking, but she shook her head and took his hand in both of hers on the table. “I know, I know they don’t.” He did give her the ring before he even knew about the baby, after all. “And, you know, it’s already February. If I can keep my weight down, we’ll probably be out of school before I start to show, which means we may even be able to keep this information to ourselves for a while.” Well, between themselves and whomever they decided to let in on their secret, like Ginny.
"Is that even healthy?" He had to ask, a concerned frown crossing his expression. If this had really... happened on New Years Eve, then she'd be more than halfway along by graduation. He'd rather deal with the drama than let Hermione risk her health. "It will get out eventually, after all..." The situation still seemed so surreal, and maybe that made it easier to talk about.
Hermione sighed but smiled at his concern. “I’ve done my research, Draco,” she told him, as though it should have been obvious. Really, it should be. It was how she’d figured out she may very well be pregnant in the first place. “I probably won’t even keep this food down. I haven’t kept much of anything down for the later part of this week. And according to my research, I’m not going to be able to keep food down for the better part of the next two months. I’ll lose so much weight to start with that I won’t gain for months after.”
That was a little concerning too, but Hermione was very thorough with her research. He knew she was. Which meant these things were normal.
Of course, Hermione was also very stubborn. He'd have to do his own research into the matters.
"As long as you're not hurting yourself..." He sighed concededly, trusting her with the matter of her own health. He'd have to keep an eye on her, though; exams were right around the corner. "I saw how you got during O.W.L.s; I won't let that happen again." He cautioned her rather protectively, a side he didn't think he'd shown her. He'd watched her vigilantly at the time, as an Inquisitor of course...
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Like I would ever hurt myself.” She wasn’t the academic crazed girl she was before. She was a veteran. She understood priorities now. “Or our child, for that matter.” She was tempted to place a hand on her stomach, but just because no one could hear their words, didn’t mean they couldn’t see her gestures. So instead she went for another sip of water.
Draco dropped a hand under the table, running it gently over her thigh in a gesture that was meant to be tender. 'Our child'. Those words rang in his ears in a startling way, making his heart throb in a way he couldn't identify if he tried.
But he liked it, and smiled.
"So... How long have you known?" He had to ask. She'd obviously had time to do research, so how long had he been kept in the dark? He picked up his fork and shook off the cooled morsel onto his plate, going for a fresh one instead.
Hermione chuckled. “Since about.. oh.. Two minutes before you came back from quidditch practice on Friday and lured me into the shower,” she told him with a small smirk.
Draco blinked at her, surprised, and pulled his fork from the pot, offering the bite to his... girlfriend (it was strange, but he wanted to think of her that way) rather mindlessly. "Merlin. Not long then." He managed a slight chuckle as well. "You really do your research fast, then." It was rather incredible, really. She was a machine with the books.
By the time the dessert course came, Hermione was feeling much more reassured that she thought she’d be after this conversation. She hadn’t eaten much of the cheese pot, she’d been looking forward to and therefore saving room for the chocolate.

“Merlin, this looks good,” she commented as the waitress set it down before them, hoping she wasn’t about to turn into some sort of glutton. “I can’t remember the last time I ate a chocolate covered anything.” She didn’t often take time to spoil her with such treats, and Ron wasn’t romantic enough to make the gesture for her. Already she was skewering a chunk of banana.
Draco chuckled at Hermione's enthusiasm, just sitting back to watch her for a moment. He felt relatively full himself, but the sweet aroma of the various, smaller, pots of melted chocolate was mouth watering. The meal thus far had been excellent, and the company even better. Distantly, he imagined the kind of scene Hermione might make at one of his family's parties; she'd likely actually make it lively.
"Merlin, you Gryffindors get so bloody worked up." He teased her lightly, grinning at her excitement as he looked over the chocolate pots offered. There were a few of them; the normal milk, white and dark chocolates. There were also pots of flavored chocolates, mixed with orange and vanilla, and sweet and mellow sauces in small bowls to accentuate different tastes. "Don't tell me you've got a ridiculously feminine sweet tooth to boot?" He added, rocking his leg and letting it brush against hers under the table. Such small contact, the slight touches, were invigorating to him, relaxing.
His words were, in his opinion, rather ironic. Draco had an impressive sweet tooth, courtesy of his mother no doubt, and he smirked as he speared a strawberry onto his fork. The fact that they could tease and mock each other like nothing had ever changed before the Christmas party was... nice. He couldn't remember ever being so genuinely comfortable with a woman before.
Hermione dipped the banana into the dark chocolate, having a preference for the rich flavor. She didn’t even answer, just smirked at him out of the corner of her eye. She blew on the chocolaty fruit, which began to cool in seconds, and took the sweet in whole into her mouth. When she had savored and swallowed the bite, she set the skewer down.
“The best cliches are based on proven truths.”
"Touche." Draco conceded, dipping the strawberry into the white chocolate and swirling it slowly. It created thick layers around the cold fruit as the hot chocolate connected. The morsel he pulled out was thick and dripping, and he twisted the skewer lightly as he blew on it. He bit it in half, savoring the crunch and the moisture and the sweetness on his tongue from chocolate and fruit both. It was sweeter, more flavorful, than he recalled from the last time he'd had such a treat, and the flavor was almost like the first time he'd ever had it. He felt like magic tingled on his tongue, down his throat, and a pleasant warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the Kotatsu.
"You know," He hummed, licking the juices from his lips. "They say chocolate is an excellent way to release endorphins." He commented offhandedly. The warmth spreading through him was undeniably pleasant, not even perturbed by recalling all of the chocolate he'd eaten last year, using that small, artificial happiness to suppress the misery.
Hermione chuckled at that and slowly stabbed another banana chunk. This time, she reached for the orange flavored dipping chocolate. “I think everyone knows that,” she teased his comment as she tapped excess chocolate from her banana against the edge of the pot. “But, it, too, is true. The same endorphins released by singing, or dancing, or…” Her lips curled up into a smile, but there was the smallest amount of pinkness rising in her cheeks. She’d let her train of thought get away from her.
"You?" He finished the sentence for her, knowing what she was getting at despite his response. His grin was that of a scoundrel as he took the second bite of his strawberry and set the skewer aside. He quickly caught her hand, before moving it over the pots so she couldn't take the bite. His fingers molded over hers so easily, her skin was remarkably soft...
"Here, try..." He said in a soft tone, the movement of his body allowing him to lean into her side, shifting his arm so it looped around her. He guided her hand to dip the banana chunk again, into the milk chocolate. "Twice dipped; it increases the flavor." He urged her, his tone soft, grin faded to a gentler one. He didn't know what spurred the actions, or the contact; they hadn't touched so much once their entire meal, despite the flirty movements of feeding each other. But, he let the nearly instinctive actions sweep him away as he guided her hand, twisting the skewer in the pot just so, guiding her hand to bring the bite around for her to sample.
The feeling of his hand around hers sent an odd warmth through her body, coursing from the source outward in every direction the way her blood circulated from her heart. Hermione actually shuddered minutely as he guided her hand to twist. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” she confessed, confused by the sudden change in the air around them. It suddenly felt thin, in the most delightful kind of way. It reminded her of their first night together somehow.
"Because you don't know food like I do?" Draco teased her, whimsically delivering a gentle nip to her ear. "You don't have to have all the answers." He informed her, something she'd probably never heard in her life. He brought their hands around, presenting the chocolatey delight for her to taste.
"Try it."
As the sweetness landed on her tongue, Hermione let out a soft moan. She closed her eyes and began to chew, savoring every second before the medley of flavors were only a memory on her tongue. It was sweet, and soft, and left her feeling… like she wished very much that they weren’t in public.
She had no words. The new taste had made that warmth she felt intensify, and she shifted on her seat, moving closer to her lover. Hermione decided to feed him again, as they had at the beginning of the meal. She collected a marshmallow and dipped it into the white chocolate, and then the dark.

She held one hand under the treat to catch any drips, and offered it to him.
Draco chuckled, almost darkly, and leaned forward. The way she'd moaned had sent a jolt down his spine, the warmth in him churning, spreading. He took the offered bite slowly, sealing his lips around the skewer and drawing back, pulling nearly all of the softened fluff off and swallowing. He darted his tongue across it once more, just a teasing gesture for Hermione to see, taking the last of the fluff away as he groped for his own skewer.
He speared a pitted cherry, and dipped it as well. First the milk chocolate, and then the dark, twisting the morsel into each. He turned it into the air and let it cool and harden, before turning it towards his lover. He brought it to her lips, coaxing her closer, but didn't let her take the bite right away. He traced it over her lips slowly, enticingly, watching the fruit cross the plump skin.
He didn't know when the atmosphere had taken this sudden turn. All Draco knew was that he wished they were alone, somewhere private, where this could become so much more intimate...
Hermione let her tongue brush lightly against the coated fruit, dancing the dance with it for a moment before she finally captured it. She chewed it slowly, and when it was gone, she licked her lips. Just then, as she stared at the man who fed her, Hermione leaned in, capturing Draco’s lips in a heated kiss.
Draco returned the kiss with eager enthusiasm, his tongue dipping past her lips to taste the sweetness of her mouth. She was hot and delicious on his tongue, the unique fusion of cherry and banana with the different chocolates was delectable. His free arm wound around her waist as he kissed her deeply, letting the heat inside of him flow freely, spreading and igniting him from within, making his extremities tingle so pleasantly that it made him shiver.
Hermione felt a stirring that there was no way to satisfy in such a setting. She wanted to stop, her mind was screaming at her to do so, but she couldn’t. The taste of him was all but intoxicating. She wanted to crawl up into his lap, but she was still aware enough to know better. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she wasn’t sure what made her think it, but what was more shocking still was that she broke her lips from his to make the crazy suggestion.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” she panted out excitedly. “Five minutes.” With that, she stood up and headed for the ladies loo.
"Shit," Draco breathed, staring after Hermione's retreating form, wide eyed and hard as stone. Thank Merlin for concealment charms... Especially since he couldn't tear his eyes away from Hermione's arse as she left.
Merlin, she was gorgeous.
That thought drove a spike through the haze, if only for a moment. He shouldn't be here. None of this should have ever happened, not since the beginning. He never should have looked at Hermione Granger, 'mudblood supreme', with lust or anything more...
But Hermione Granger should never have been so bloody beautiful. So sexual and intelligent and crafty and... So much more...
He'd been conditioned and raised a certain way, by a man who would never allow this to continue. But he'd been ready to forswear everything, even his magic in a few month's time... Why did it matter?
He'd read once that there were two strains of thought, after all. The first thought was what you were conditioned to think.
The second was who you really were.
So, based on his internal argument, he was a man who did not believe the conditions he'd been brought up in. Who did not fall in line with the things he'd been fighting for just a year ago.
No, in all reality, he was a man who would surrender whatever was left of his soul after the Dark Lord's reign for his family. For the people he cared about and treasured in his life...
This conclusion made Draco ridiculously giddy, that warm feeling spreading and increasing tenfold. The chocolate was probably responsible for the rush of endorphins in his system. He distracted himself by looking down at his watch, and finding that his five minutes were up. It took everything in him not to sprint to the loos, ducking around the corner and checking to make sure no one saw him. He entered the ladies room a moment later, heart thrumming with warmth and the delicious thrill of what was, undoubtedly, about to occur.
There was only one other lady in the restroom when she arrived, and the moment she left, Hermione enchanted the door to only permit men, an ironic twist on the spell used within the dorms at Hogwarts. Then she headed into the handicap stall. She had no idea what had gotten into her so suddenly. A public shag? But, now that she thought about it, it wasn’t even the first time. What in Merlin’s name had Draco done to her?
She refused to think about it. She’d already told him to follow her, he would be here any moment, and her entire body was tingling with excitement. She couldn’t wait for him, for his lips, his hands, and most importantly at this very moment, his long, hard cock. She checked her appearance in the mirror over the sink in the private stall, making sure the weather hadn’t had an adverse effect on her hair treatments.
When at last he arrived, Hermione was standing against the back wall, underneath the window, waiting patiently. She bit her lip.
“In here.” She’d left the door unlocked.
The sound of her voice sent another jolt down Draco's spine, the heat spreading through his body spiking. Really, if it hadn't been so undignified, he'd have been panting already.
He felt like he was caught in slow motion as he crossed the room, slipping into the stall. He threw the latch only by habit, eyes focusing on Hermione as she stood there, against the wall, looking delectable in that outfit she'd selected just for him. That thought made his throat dry as he crossed the stall in two long strides, pulling his lover into his arms and kissing her for all he was worth. The desire pounding inside of him was burning, overwhelming, consuming him, he could hear his pulse in his ears, the blood thrumming so loudly it was a deafening boom.
Hermione kissed him back, and already she was working off his belt. She wasn’t wasting a moment. She wanted him more intensely than she ever had before. She needed him, felt like she’d go insane if she didn’t get him inside of her quickly.
When his pants were undone, she broke her lips from him. Without thought, she kissed her way down his neck as she lowered herself onto her knees, until she found herself staring at the very part of him that made them one. She hesitated only a small moment, but the desire to taste him, feel his velvety texture on her tongue, overtook her, and she licked her lover from base to tip.
"Fuck," The word was a single, drawn out hiss that left Draco like the wind had been knocked out of him. Her tongue was cool against his heated skin, enticing... Every inch of him tingled with excitement and adrenaline and need for this woman. His nerves were on fire, so unbearably over-sensitized that he wasn't sure he'd be able to last long at all. One hand came down to Hermione's head, threading encouragingly into her hair, the other locked in a death grip on the rail on the wall to keep himself upright.
"Merlin," He whispered, staring down at his lover with glazed, glassy eyes. "I think you're starting to turn into an exhibitionist." He breathed with a grin. How many times had they had sex in public places now? He wondered how risky their encounters would become if this trend continued... Not that he had a problem with it, no. He'd shag Hermione on the staff table in the middle of a feast if she asked him to.
The thought invoked delicious mental images, made his leaking cock pulse and throb before her. He was so hard it hurt; he didn't need to go exciting himself further.
Hermione took that very strong reaction as the encouragement he meant it as, and she repeated the gesture, taking long, slow strokes from different angles before finally taking his weeping head into her mouth completely. It was the first time she’d been so bold, with Draco, and never before had it set her on fire in this way. He tasted sweet like the chocolates they’d just shared. She committed every sense to memory, the smell, the taste, the feeling of her tongue teasing him as she took less and then more of him in repetition. Her pace was slow, but quickly growing in speed as she became better acquainted with the act once again. She all but forgot about his question, and became consumed with the task at hand.
Draco's eyes would have rolled back into his head, if not for the captivating sight of his cock disappearing between Hermione's plump lips. Her mouth was hot and moist and her tongue stroked him so beautifully that he couldn't restrain a groan. Her movements seemed so shy and hesitant, so exploring, that he couldn't help wondering if she'd even done this; if she had, he wouldn't think about it. He'd have prefered to believe he was the first.
His hand twisted in her curls, pressing gently on the back of her head, encouraging, or maybe guiding her? He wasn't sure. All Draco knew was that he was in heaven, he didn't want her to ever stop what she was doing... He bucked his hips just so, letting her know he was enjoying himself and encouraging her to take more of him into her succulent mouth. It was like a damn dream, and he never wanted to wake up...
Her scalp tingled delightfully, and she felt like she could feel her hair, her actual bloody hair! It was complete and total sensory overload, and she could feel her knickers soaking against her, her pussy throbbing with need between her legs. Hermione moaned her despair around her partner’s member, begging to be had.
Draco gasped at the sensation, the vibrations of her moan. It was beyond sensory overload; he couldn't remember ever being so sensitive, even in his cock. His hips bucked, thrusting into her mouth as his other hand tangled in her hair. The way he leaned over her head, thrusting into her mouth, it felt almost... crazed. He was on the brink of some small relief, and he needed it badly to even think. He shifted his leg, tipping his foot to give Hermione some friction, some relief. He wished they were on a bed; he'd simply flip her around and devour her while she did the same with him.
The thrusting was a challenge for her, she had to concentrate on not gagging, but somehow, his excitement was rubbing off of her, much like his foot was rubbing her off. Hermione sucked and twirled her tongue around his long shaft, hoping to return even just a fraction of the pleasure he’d provided her these last couple of months. She’d never wanted to suck a man off so badly in all her life.
Draco couldn't pinpoint the exact moment his eyes had drifted shut; watching her was enjoyable, it was a turn on. But he was feeling everything, every twitch and swirl of her tongue, every press of her pump lips... He didn't know what had gotten into him all of a sudden, leaving him so completely randy.
But all of Hermione's work was paying off, distracting him from such thoughts. As with everything else she'd taken on, his lover was learning so quickly, adapting, and mastering this particular art, and Draco had never loved the perfectionist in her more.
"Sh-shit," He gasped, his painfully sensitive length throbbing against her tongue. It had only taken her a handful of minutes to have his hips stuttering in their rocking, his body tensing. Draco forced himself to loosen his grip on Hermione's hair, remove his hands, in case she wanted to pull away. "Hermione - cumming," He warned her as coherently as he could, right at the toe-curling blink of bliss.
Hermione wasn’t paying close enough attention, and his words didn’t process quickly enough for her to react even if she’d wanted to. As his seed filled her mouth, she forced herself to swallow it down. It didn’t bother her, but the action itself felt awkward, and she had to let up on his cock in order to drink it down. She broke away from him with a gasp.
“Wow,” she chuckled, moving to stand before him. She’d never felt so strong, so powerful, so sexy. Who knew that sexuality really could be empowering? She’d always thought it was something girls said to make themselves feel better about their promiscuity, but here she was, feeling it herself. It spurred her on even further, and she stretched up on her toes, which was hard to do in her heels, and kissed his neck, nibbling and sucking it playfully.
“I want you so badly, Draco,” she whimpered into his ear beggingly.
Draco groaned, unable to keep himself from feeling like he was completely at his lover's mercy. Her lips on his skin burned so wonderfully, and his hands found her hips, redirecting her against the wall, crushing their lips together in a brutal kiss. He pulled her skirt up so it bunched around her hips, rocking against her in another bid for friction; even after cumming he was still incredibly hard, more than ready to shag her rotten. It was almost mystifying.
Draco hiked Hermione's legs up his waist, keeping her firmly supported between his body and the wall. Already his hand was tugging at her knickers, tugging them aside. He could return the favor later, but for now, they were both in need of something more... Gratifying.
"You sure this is okay?" He managed to ask, the only thing that made him hesitate. He didn't know why he thought of it now, but Hermione was the know-it-all; surely if there was a problem having sex in her 'condition', she'd know it.
“What’s good for Mummy is good for baby,” Hermione answered very seriously, surprising even herself, and let out an amused chuckle. She rolled her still thin body against his wantonly. “The sink,” she stated suddenly, looking over at the porcelain device. “On the sink.”
Draco grinned and kissed his lover deeply, gripping her arse firmly and hiking her up a bit. With a firm grip, he dragged Hermione off the wall, carrying her toward the sink and balancing her on the basin. He was overly aware of the way his sensitive cock rubbed against the heated moisture of her pussy as he moved, groaning his frustration and desire into her ear. He kissed Hermione deeply as he finally sank home inside of her, shuddering in pleasure at the way her walls enveloped him, caressed him, squeezing him like a vice.
"Fuck, Hermione," He groaned to her in a hushed voice, thrusting minutely into her. "You feel... so fucking good..." Better than ever, really. He couldn't recall sex feeling so intense in his life; his cock was throbbing with a heavy pulse, the blood roaring in his ears as whatever was left in his brain rushed to his groin.
Hermione pushed herself against him, mutually impaling herself on him as he penetrated her. “Oh thank God,” she groaned excitedly at the feeling of being once again filled. It felt much like a drug, and she’d been desperate for this fix. She placed her hands behind her on the edges of the sink and greeted him for every thrust. Their bodies moved together so naturally now, it was easy. “Shit. Is this what being high feels like?” she asked rhetorically. She didn’t understand why it felt so… strong.
"Sort of," Draco managed in a breathless tone, at least compared to what he was feeling. He moved harder, faster inside of her, catching her lips in a few brief kisses before ducking his head to sink his teeth lightly into her shoulder. Their bodies moved against each other like clockwork, hips moving in tandem a the sink beneath her groaned in protest. Somehow he managed a wandless stabilizing charm to relieve the basin, and snaked his hands under her, giving Hermione's arse another firm squeeze. Her body fit against his so magnificently, moved so perfectly against him... They were an amazing fit together.
“Harder,” Hermione urged him. “Harder, please!” She wanted the pounding of a lifetime. No, needed it. She was nearing climax already. In fact, from the moment he entered her, it’d felt like one giant orgasm.
Draco complied, pounding in her smaller form like his very life depended on it. The sink protested, the mirror bounced and rattled against the wall, and the sound of skin against skin echoed through the bathroom, mixed with their pants and groaned. His hands crept lower, touching Hermione intimately, fingers running through her juices. The haze was immense, and all he could focus on was her, and her responsive body. His thrusts were frenzied, frantic, a need encompassing him so deeply, consuming him more than any drug as his body burned with an insatiable need.
She cried out, screaming with abandon as her body shook with the force of the orgasm that hit her then. Her hand slipped from the sink and she fell back briefly, which tore a strong laugh from her as she continued to meet Draco for each wild, deep thrust. “Yes, oh my God, yes,” she chanted her satisfaction. Merlin, was she glad she soundproofed the loo.
Draco leaned in with her movement, grinning at the laughter that left her as she slipped. He wouldn't let her hurt herself, even in this... frenzy...
His lips moved across her skin as he pounded into Hermione recklessly, kissing and sucking and licking and biting. Sweat was dripping down his back, matting his hair, and he was losing himself in pleasure... His hands kneaded her skin, palms rubbing across her firm arse as if soothing her... But, whatever had him in this state made him reckless, and he pushed their limits again as he pressed his middle finger against his lover's unattended entrance, their skin slick with her juices. He'd never pressed this kind of play before, but if she let it happen, he was sure it would intensify her pleasure.
She didn’t even realize at first that he was doing it on purpose. It startled her, and she jumped, but it just gave him better access to her virgin hole. She gasped, unsure, but the persistent pleasure of him pounding into her was too much of a distraction for her to even give it any thought. If she decided she disliked it, she could always stop him. For now, she was letting the professional work.
Merlin, it was no wonder she was pregnant, she dreaded the loss of him so much that she’d let him fill her whenever he cared to. She loved being filled by him. The feeling of him pulsating within her depth, the warmth, and even the way his seed leaked from her afterwards, she loved every bit of it.
“I want to feel you cum,” she told him boldly. After all, what harm could it do now?
Draco groaned against her skin, moving his hips more furiously into her, until even his stabilizing charm began to complain and groan against his magic. His finger worked gently in contrast, applying gentle pressure until the muscles gave way more easily. He pressed in slowly, gently, savoring the mental image of being allowed to take her so intimately. But that day would not be today, he was sure.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione," He groaned her name against her throat, every syllable punctuated with a grunt of exertion. "So tight, so warm... Fuck, I love this..." He couldn't imagine his life without this, whatever this was... But he couldn't even try, because his mind blanked out, his vision spotted black as his bullocks clenched and his cock throbbed. And then he was cumming and it was glorious, a cry of pleasure torn from his lips. And his hips never stopped their brutal movements, he couldn't stop for the life of him.
Hermione couldn’t believe his stamina. Usually he wasn’t so fast, however, he’d never just kept going and going like the energizer bunny before now, either. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. Phenominal, but different all the same. She truly hadn’t expected the rest of their date to go this way. Not after she told him about the baby. It was beyond her wildest dreams that he would respond this way to the news, she hadn’t allowed herself to hope for such a positive reaction.
“Draco, Merlin, I’ve never felt this way,” she panted out, tired and yet still embracing the best love making of their life. Was that what this was? Love making? It felt… dirtier than that.
Draco managed to slow himself, if slightly, enough that nothing was threatening to break. "Me either," He panted, but tried to pierce the haze to think. He'd managed to pull off two orgasms a few times in his young life. But he'd hit that and was still going strong. His extremities were tingling, his cock overly sensitive as he spilled the last of his load in her, shuddering.
"Fuck, I can't stop..." He panted, working his finger more diligently in her other hole as he tried to work through this, despite a lack of blood to his brain. His free hand came around, his thumb lifting her hood just enough to grind the pad of the digit against her clit. "Fuck, Hermione, cum for me..." The only thoughts that came naturally to him were getting them off; he was swamped in mental images of Hermione in the bliss of orgasm, consumed with the idea of bringing her to new heights, making her squirt for him as she probably never had. "Cum hard, love, make a big mess for me."
In fact, if he thought about it - as much as he could manage anyways - something really seemed off here. There were all kinds of red flags, really...
Still fully clothed despite the fact that her skirt was currently pushed up around her waist, Hermione could feel sweat building on her chest, back, forehead, and between her legs. She was going to need a shower by the time they were done here, and he was still going! Hermione was completely lost to the pleasure. She couldn’t think, she could hardly breathe, and she was starting to slip and slide across the porcelain she sat upon.

She laughed at his suggestion, and shook her head, resulting in her hair sticking to her forehead. “Move me,” she countered. She couldn’t sit up there any longer, and her butt was beginning to hurt, and not from his finger, either. “Turn me around.” He could shag her over the sink for all she cared as long as he kept doing it.
Draco groaned pitifully, claiming Hermione's lips in a quick kiss as he removed his hands from her nether regions. He cast a silent cleansing spell to clean his hands before pulling away, his cock leaving Hermione with a harsh, wet noise and a strangled sound torn from his throat.
He certainly had not just whimpered. Most definitely.
Draco pulled Hermione down from the sink and spun her around. He couldn't think about anything else, he was nearly in pain from his need, and he pushed his lover to bend before thrusting back inside of her with a groan of relief. He brought up a hand and licked his thumb, bringing it back to her puckered hole and applying the new pressure to it. His other hand crept to her front and sought out her clit again, stroking it harshly as he thrust into her with long, deep thrusts.
The feeling of emptiness that washed over her when he pulled out of her was terrible. She barely had time to hold on to the edges of the sink again before he was reaming her once more. Relief hit her instantly, and she was crying out again as he drove her mad with lust. She had no idea how they were still going. Her legs shook violently beneath her, strained after only a few moments of the rough beating that was such bliss. Her ankle nearly twisted twice as she fought to maintain her balance. She didn’t think she could take any more, and yet, she wasn’t ready for it to be over, either.
Draco almost wished he had more hands, it would have allowed him to do everything he was dying to do to this woman right now. But, he couldn't, so he just tried to help her balance as best he could while he stimulated them both with his movements. He leaned in, planting short, desperate kisses along her shoulder and shoulder blade. He bit down on Hermione's shoulder sharply, his thumb sliding into her virgin hole at the same moment and pumping slowly. He could hardly breathe with the strength of his desire for this woman, could hardly think of anything else but the painful hardness that he moved inside of her.
But, Draco also couldn't shake the sinking suspicion that something wasn't quite right.
Hermione gasped loudly. The foreign penetration was startling, but everything else he did to her was too distracting for her to bother caring. She chanted his name as he forced her thighs brutally into the sink. It was the roughest shag of her life, and the most exhilarating. At this point, she didn’t know how she was still standing, and his thumb on her slick swollen clit made her knees buckle. She wasn’t sure if she could take any more, and seriously began to believe that she’d black out any moment.
Draco could feel her trembling under him, the way her knees would have given out if not for his body behind her. He kept up his brutal pace, turning his wrist to exchange his thumb in her unexplored hole for his index finger and pressing it in deep. His eyes turned on her in the mirror, ensnared suddenly in watching the expression on her face, the flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes rolled back as he pleasured her...

"Fuck, Hermione," He groaned softly. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" He panted, turning his head to nip at her ear sharply. "So delicious, so fuckable, all mine..."
Hermione was making such a fuss as she clung to the sink that she didn’t hear the door to the restroom open, nor did she hear his light chuckling. It was only when he spoke that Hermione started, her body going stiff beneath her lover.

“Listen, I know it’s Valentine’s day and all,” the man’s voice spoke into the large tiled room. “But I must insist you two vacate the bathroom immediately. Preferably after making yourselves decent first.”
Draco swore under his breath, managing to control his body enough to stop, with one last snap of his hips. The man must've been the owner, since there was no other reason for a man to be in here - Draco being the exception - but that didn't make it any less frustrating, or help his 'tension' any.
"Guess we got caught," He chuckled breathlessly in Hermione's ear, giving her lobe another nibble as he began, slowly, to detangle himself from her body. His muscles were sore and protesting nearly as much as his persistant erection, and he had to wonder how long they'd been in here.
Hermione’s face was red with embarrassment. Merlin, what were they thinking? Hermione straightened out and looked at Draco, and then in the mirror at herself. She was a hot, sweaty mess. And she’d left her purse at the table! Thankfully she had her wand, it would have to do. She turned around to face Draco. “Tell him we’ll be right out,” she whispered to Draco, not wanting the man to recognize her voice. As of right now they at least had their anonymity, assuming their absence from their table hadn’t yet been noticed.
"Give us a minute. We'll be out," Draco called out gruffly, some resignation to his tone. He was still painfully hard, and instead of cleaning up he wound his arms around Hermione's waist, placing soft kisses on her throat.
Another chuckle was heard, just before the bathroom door could be heard closing again. She was mortified, but his kisses were a pleasant distraction. She reached down and began to adjust her clothes, putting her drenched thong back into place and then pulling her skirt back down to her knees.

“Oh my God, Draco. What were we thinking?” she asked with a nervous chuckle, but she was more appalled than she sounded. She shook her head, turning to attempt to fix her appearance in the mirror. “What was I thinking,” she muttered to herself in correction. This had been entirely her idea! And the worst part was, every fiber of her being was screaming to have him buried to the hilt inside of her again.
"Not clearly?" Draco suggested in a husky mutter, still breathless, his entire body throbbing with need. But, without the persistent friction of sex, he could think a little more clearly. "Even I'm not usually this randy... Hell, I'm about two strokes from cumming again." He informed her nonchalantly, the idea of release making him shudder as his cock throbbed needily against her. "I don't know what's gotten into us.
"...Well, other than what got into you. I was there, after all."
His description of how close he was to finishing left Hermione tempted, not wanting to leave her lover in distress, so much so that she turned around once more to face him. As she listened to him, she reached out her small hand and wrapped her fingers tightly around his warm, hard, sticky dick, and she began to move it down the shaft in an agonizingly slow fashion. In her head, she knew that she wasn’t being herself, but Merlin did she want him to spray her hand with the same seed that’d created the life inside of her.
Well, hopefully.
“We need to get out of here.” They could solve their little mystery later, but for now, their absence was growing more and more obvious.
Draco couldn't deny the whimper that left him this time, shuddering bodily at his lover's touch. His temperature spiked and fire filled his veins as he thrust into her touch. He wasn't far off in his count; it took a grand total of five of her tantalizing strokes before he blew his load with a withering groan, dropping his head to Hermione's shoulder as he shuddered in pleasure.
And still, as he came down from his orgasm, he was rock hard.
Her arms ached to throw him to the ground, her legs burned to spread for her, and her pussy throbbed at the thought of riding his rigid cock. But there was nothing he could do. They had to stop, now. Her face turned red again and she turned for the last time to the sink and began to wash her hands.

“I’ll go at first, and you meet me at the table in a moment.” It was all they could do now, they still had a bill to pay, and all her things were left at her seat. She didn’t dare look at him one more time for fear that her resistance would be broken, and fled out the door.
Draco did everything he could think of in the next few moments. He cleansed himself, scrubbed his face with freezing cold water, and thought every un-sexy thought he could. From Crabbe and Goyle starkers, to his father's fury, to Snape and McGonagall fucking it out in the Great Hall.
But, all that and three (make that four, after he ended up palming himself while trying to redress) orgasms, he was still hard. And, after disillusioning himself and slipping into the men's loo, he headed back to the table in a daze. Every brush of his trousers and boxers against his cock was painful as he walked, and sitting was... Unimaginable.
"Here," He said breathlessly, picking up his cloak in the most delicate way he could to preserve his bits. He fished out a bag of Galleons and passed it to Hermione. "Take care of the bill and we'll go? I... I need air." And nicotine. Plenty of nicotine. "You can have them box the rest up, if you want." Crazy sex situations aside, all that chocolate was still perfectly good.
Hermione nodded at him as he made a bee-line for the exit. Everyone was staring at them, she could hear whispers, and she noticed the bill was already waiting for them on the table. She couldn’t care less about the food at the moment, but a to-go soup container and a to-go box had both been provided, so she loaded up some of the leftovers and left the appropriate amount of galleons on the table.
She bundled herself up in her gloves, scarf, and coat, and grabbed up her purse, trying to ignore the eyes she felt all over her, as well as the deep seeded need to be touched in dirty places right outside in the snow.

On her way out the door, Hermione avoided eye contact with their waitress, and in doing so, she didn’t see the blonde girl with the pink headband in her hair, passing a small sack of galleons to her. Nor did she notice the smug look of triumph the blonde wore as she watched Hermione join Draco outside.

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