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Tales of The Dragon and The Bookworm	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 58350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Questions in a Ministry Elevator
Words: ~3,400
Summary: Draco always has questions for Hermione.

A.N. As always, thank you for reading and especially for reviewing. :)

@ starr: Thank you! The idea of Ron as a Seer struck me as quite funny, so I just went with it. I’m glad you liked the story.

@ hpfanaddict: You know, I guess I do kill off one of D’s parents quite often. And poor Crooks, but by the end of that story he would have been ancient. Thank you for the two reviews and I hope you enjoy this one!

@ Trelweny: Thank you for reading and for the review!

@ General Crow: Ooh, Ron as a stripper…all the Weasley brothers as strippers, stripping at the same time…ok, I’m back (splashing face with water). ;) In that story I wanted Ron to be totally different than the usual Auror, WWW employee, or Quidditch player. And I wanted him to be silly. I am sending your Aunt Tami good thoughts. May she find some relief from her surgery. Thank you for the review!

“That color is very becoming. Is it your favorite?” came a deep voice from behind her. Hermione turned her head slightly in the crowded elevator to find Malfoy looking at her sweater, which was a deep purple. He looked away from her after a moment.

“Um, yes it is. Thank you,” she finally replied. They saw each other around the Ministry, but it was unusual that they spoke. She worked in the Muggle Liaison office and he in the office of Magical Games and Sports.

“What are you drinking?” came his quiet question. A very tall woman jostled him, pushing him closer to Hermione.

“It’s a peppermint mocha from Starbucks.”

“It smells like Christmas.”

She smiled down at her white and green paper cup.

“Granger, what’s your favorite food?”

The elevator was so full, Malfoy was pressed up against her back. To have him speaking into her ear made her shiver.

“Uh, I guess Indian.”

“Huh. I would have taken you for a French cuisine aficionado.”

The elevator got to his floor and the occupants shifted to let him out. She noticed he wore a tie the same deep purple as her sweater.

The following Monday, Hermione picked up her regular coffee from Starbucks. She had spent the weekend feeling sorry for herself. Her friends were all paired off and she was still stalwart Hermione, keeper of the virgin knickers. Alright, to be fair, she wasn’t exactly a virgin, but it had been too long since anyone had seen her naked form. Her friends had gone on a couples retreat that weekend, which, by definition, excluded her. Gits.

Instead of the regular drip coffee, Hermione ordered a venti caramel latte with an extra shot of espresso. She figured she deserved it. And for good measure, she ordered a venti peppermint mocha for her elevator friend.

So, when she entered the elevator, she found his blond head and headed his direction. His eyes widened when she handed him the signature Starbucks cup. He took a sip, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“This is a very good start to a Monday. Thanks, Granger.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What are you drinking?”

“A caramel latte,” she said, passing the cup to him. “You can try it if you’d like.”

He took a sip and handed it back to her. “It’s good, but I like mine better.”

She laughed and smiled at Draco affectionately.

“Do you like to dance?”

“Yes.”

He hummed in thought. “Are you going to the Ministry’s Christmas Ball?”

“I was planning on it.”

“Will you save a dance for me?”

“Okay.”

“What color is your dress?”

The ball was that Saturday. She’d bought a dress for Ron’s wedding the year before and planned on wearing it for the event. It was silky, sleek, and made her skin glow.

“Pink.”

He nodded. “Very good.”

“Uh, what about you?”

He laughed. “My robes are black.”

She was sitting at a table watching her friends on the dance floor. Ron and Susan, Harry and Ginny, Neville and Hannah, and Luna and Rolf seemed to be enjoying the jazz band. Yes, it was nice to see her friends happy, but why was she sitting here alone when she could be at home eating ice cream and watching a movie?

A throat cleared behind her. Hermione turned to find Malfoy and smiled.

“Come to put me out of my misery?” she asked with a grin.

“Absolutely not. You will be anything but miserable after you dance with me.”

Draco was handsome in his dress robes. His fair hair was cut to highlight his big, grey eyes and high cheekbones. He had a bit of stubble, which made him look rakish.

He put out his hand. “Mademoiselle.”

She chuckled. “Okay, Malfoy. One dance and then I’m going home.”

She took his proffered hand, noting how warm and callused it was. Hermione felt a tingle of something as he held her smaller, softer hand in his warm, callused one. They reached the dance floor and the music changed to something slow and dreamy.

Draco took her in his arms and swayed her in time to the music. He smelled like Old Spice, she mused. Her grandfather had worn the scent, but on Malfoy it was warm and sensual. Incrementally, he pulled her closer until their bodies were only a hair’s breadth away. He was slowly moving his hand on her lower back in time to the tempo, she realized, and relaxed into his hold.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” he asked, murmuring into her long, straightened hair.

He could feel the vibration of her voice on his chest as they moved to the singer’s husky singing.

“I like classical and some modern music. Are you familiar with the Cowboy Junkies?”

“I’m afraid not.”

The song began to wrap up and Draco enjoyed a few more moments of their dance. She was softer than she looked, her skin smooth and warm, her hair a thick, silky mass, even in its straightened state. She smelled faintly of jasmine.

He stepped back at the end of the song.

“What was your favorite part of the evening?”

She blushed, but met his eyes.

“Dancing with my elevator friend.”

And to his delight she quickly kissed his cheek before walking off the dance floor.

Draco was feeling nervous as he waited for the elevator. He was on before she walked into the cramped space.

“Good morning,” she said, holding her gingerbread latte with both hands.

“What is this?” he asked, motioning to her drink.

Hermione handed it to him. He sniffed it before taking a small sip. He took another drink and another. When he handed it back to her, a third of it was gone.

“That has been my favorite by far.” A small bit of foam was on his lip and Hermione wiped it away with her thumb, which elicited a raised eyebrow from him.

“Foam,” she said by way of explanation.

“I think I’d like to investigate this Starbucks place.”

“Would you?”

“Yes, most definitely. My morning sweet tooth would be quite satisfied with something like this.”

“Alright, Malfoy. Meet me at the entrance to the Leaky tomorrow morning, about seven. There’s a Starbucks not far from there and we’ll have plenty of time to get to work.”

He lightly tugged a chestnut curl. “Excellent, my lady. I will be there ready for adventure.”

Muggle London was busy, with people hurrying to work. Draco would come into Muggle London on occasion, but usually for a party or theater event. He never ventured onto the crowded streets. But he was with Hermione, who made sure he was close to her as they traversed crowded sidewalks.

“What are you reading right now?”

Hermione thought for a second. “I just started Maurice Rodney’s new book on the mating habits of centaurs. What about you?”

“Are you familiar with the Alex Cross novels?”

“Yes I am. How did you get into those books?”

“You won’t believe this, but my father reads them and passes them on to me. We’ve been reading them for years.”

It was cold in the early December morning and the two were glad to reach the coffee shop. They went in to find a line, but that was fine as it allowed Draco to figure out what he wanted. They ordered their coffees and a couple of pastries and found a small table as they waited for their order to be called out.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Draco nodded. “You certainly answer enough of my questions, so yes, ask away.”

The barista called their order and Hermione grabbed it. They took a moment to sip their coffee before she continued.

“Why the sudden interest in me?”

He smiled cheekily, but his answer was more honest than she had expected.

“Astoria and I were finally able to break the betrothal contract we’d had in place since childhood. For the first time in my adult life, I’m free to show interest in someone I’m actually interested in.”

“Are you interested in me like Ron and Harry are?”

Draco put his warm hand over hers. “No, not like those two. I’m curious about you in an entirely different way from Potter and Weasley.”

Hermione flipped her hand over and tangled her fingers in his. “Well, then I’m amenable to answering your questions.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach. “Yes.”

So, in the middle of a busy London coffee shop, Draco leaned in and kissed Hermione. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his firm lips and the smell of his cologne. A bit of stubble rubbed against her face, but she liked the reminder that he was a very red-blooded man. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Will you come to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to.”

On a Saturday morning, two months after their first date, they sat at Starbucks, eating pastries and drinking highly-sweetened coffees.

“Do you think of yourself as the marrying type?”

“Yes. I actually thought I’d be married by now, to be honest.”

“I can understand that,” Draco said, sipping his vanilla latte. “How many children do you want?”

“Well, I’m an only child, but I always wanted at least two children. What about you?”

“I don’t want to sound ridiculous, but I’d always thought four would be a good number.”

Hermione’s eyebrows lifted comically. “Do you know anyone with four children?”

Draco chuckled. “No, actually, I don’t. But do you remember Pansy Parkinson? She and Theo Nott have three kids.”

“Are you serious?”

“Quite. All three children are under five.”

“Hmm. That makes me like her a bit more.”

“Because you feel sorry for her?”

Hermione swatted his arm. “No, not at all. It just seems so normal, I suppose. When we were in school, I thought she would be the kind of grown-up to live a very glamorous life.”

“And what kind of grown-up life did you think you’d have?”

“Less isolated, more family. I always thought I’d do more for the rights of the less fortunate. My job does help keep the Ministry abreast of what’s happening in the Muggle world, but… I don’t know. It’s not directly helping anyone. And I thought I’d have my parents.” She shook herself, willing her mind to focus on the positive aspects of her life. “What about you?”

“My life is better than anything I expected as a kid. I thought everything was decided for me, but I’ve been fortunate to break away from some of the traditional aspects of pure-blood life. There is one tradition I plan to uphold.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like to introduce you to my parents to declare you as my intended. They’ll take out an ad in the Daily Prophet announcing their support.”

She stared at him for a minute, her mouth slightly ajar. She’d seen such ads and thought they were on the same level as an…an…engagement announcement.

“What?” she croaked.

Draco looked worried. “I assumed we were on the same page, but if this is too fast--“

“Are you asking me to…to…ugh, I can’t even say it! This is so awkward!” Hermione’s hands covered her face. “Please tell me about this tradition before I embarrass myself even further,” she said in a small voice.

“The announcement lets our community know I’m courting you with intentions of a…union. It’s different from dating, because we involve our families in the process. The Weasleys or Potter could jointly take out the ad with my parents, if you prefer.”

She lowered her voice to a whisper, “But, Draco, we haven’t even slept together or said, you know, the L-word.”

Merlin, she was adorable.

“Would you prefer we get to those milestones before the announcement is made?”

He watched Hermione’s cheeks pinken, but she met his eyes. “Maybe you’d like to ask me if I want this before we move forward?”

“Do you want this? Do you see yourself with me? Because I see myself with you.”

He looked so hopeful and Gods, yes, she did see herself with him. It was crazy, but they worked. The war had made some men bitter, or sad, like George Weasley, or gave some men confidence, like Neville Longbottom. During the war Draco had experienced the worst, but the outcome was a man who appreciated his freedom and the happiness the world offered. He was genuinely inquisitive and reveled in learning new things.

“I think I do,” she said, so pleased her smile threatened to burst off her face.

Draco let out a breath he’d been holding. “Very good, Granger, very good.”

They stood next to each other in the elevator car, drinking Starbucks Draco had picked up.

“The woods or the beach?”

Hermione answered quickly. “No question. The beach.”

“Greece or Italy?”

“Hmm, that’s a tough one. Greece, I think.”

They reached his floor and he pecked her cheek.

“Lunch?”

“I’ll come by your office when I finish my meeting around noon,” she said, grinning as he stepped into the busy corridor.

A young witch with a sweet, plump face smiled at Hermione. “I was wondering when you’d finally notice him.”

Hermione recognized her as a secretary in the Aurors’ office. “What do you mean?”

“Well, before he got up the nerve to start talking to you, he would edge nearer to you on a daily basis. A few times I saw him start to reach out and tap your shoulder, but he’d pull back at the last minute. When you started talking to him, I’d have thought you offered him a pot of gold.”

They reached the Magical Law Enforcement floor and the witch waved goodbye to Hermione. She waved back at the girl, feeling a warm, happy reaction to what the witch had shared with her.

They laid in bed facing each other, Draco stroking Hermione’s curls and admiring her polka dotted red and white bra and knickers set. In adulthood, she had become comfortable with her body and while still modest, she didn’t shy away from showing off her curves in private.

“What’s your most unusual erogenous zone?”

Her fingers toyed with the strong column of his throat as she considered his question. “My feet, I think. A good foot massage relaxes me perfectly for…other things. What about yours?”

He looked thoughtful as he continued to comb his fingers through her curls. “Hmm…that’s a tough one. Of course, I enjoy all the known erogenous zones, but I love having the back of my neck toyed with. Like when we’re sitting on your couch watching telly and you play with my collar…it gives me shivers.”

He tugged the cotton cups of her bra down to expose her small, hard nipples and lightly rubbed them with the pads of his thumbs.

“Mmm,” she said, her voice breathy. She gasped as he leaned down to lightly kiss her bared breasts. His gentle touch was inflaming her body, causing her to want to roll on top of him and grind herself against his erection. But she held herself back, letting him explore.

“Do you like to be on top or bottom?”

She giggled. “Seriously?”

“Of course. I want our first time together to be perfect.”

“I’d like to be on top.”

Draco looked as if he’d won a contest and grinned wolfishly at her. “More for me to admire with you riding me.”

“You flatter me, Malfoy,” Hermione said with a joking smirk.

But his face became serious. “I’m not trying to flatter you. You’re gorgeous. I could look at you all day.”

And this was why Hermione had thrown her lot in with Draco Malfoy. Never had another person shown such blatant interest in her and she loved the bloody attention. They talked about everything from their families to their favorite desserts to the ramifications of the war. Nothing was off limits. They’d taken the physical part of their relationship slowly, but Hermione had luxuriated in the lingering kisses and thoughtful touches. With Draco, she didn’t feel like she had to rush because in her heart of hearts, she knew they were going to be together. But, gods above, she wanted this night to end in a big, fat, toe curling orgasm!

Draco kissed her, his tongue stroking hers just the way she liked it. And before she knew it, he had unhooked her bra and was plucking at her tips, making her hips rock involuntarily. She pushed down his shorts, exposing his long, hard length. She stroked him, loving the feel of the wet bead of pre-cum she could use to lubricate her hand. One of his long fingers made its way into her knickers, lightly rubbing her juices from her slit to her little pearl. Hermione broke the kiss and kicked off her knickers.

“Have you had enough foreplay?”

“Gods, yes,” she said, pulling his short off his legs and straddling his cock.

The sight that greeted Draco was exactly as he had imagined: her body was flushed with arousal, her nipples hard, her pussy glistening with her desire. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were hooded. He guided her hips down and groaned at the feel of her velvety warmth around him. She sat astride him, her breasts bouncing as she moved up and down over his erection.

“Mmm, you feel fabulous,” Hermione hummed in pleasure, her eyes closed, her hands braced on his chest as she ground against him.

One of his hands fisted in her hair, causing her to arch her back, and the other found her clit and began to flick it, gently at first and then with more pressure as she rolled her hips back and forth faster and faster.

“Are you close?” Draco asked, desperately hoping she was going to come.

“I’m almost there,” she said breathily.

And then she began moving erratically and let out a primal scream. Draco watched her in awe. She was a goddess. When he felt her pussy contracting around him, he began to surge into her, grabbing hold of her hips to keep her close.

“Sweet Salazar,” he groaned as he finally came. She kept up a shallow rhythm as they rode out their orgasms until Hermione finally collapsed on his chest.

“Have your parents put the announcement in the Prophet on Monday.”

“Really? You’re ready?”

“I love you, Draco. Your questions, your love of ridiculously sweet coffee drinks, your gentlemanly manners, the way you make me feel like the only woman in the world. Yes, I’m ready.”

His body was humming with contentment and his heart was full to bursting.

“I love you, too. Have done, since the Christmas Ball.” He grabbed his wand without disturbing her body and Summoned a small bag from his trousers and pulled out a gold necklace with an enormous emerald drop pendant.

“I know you don’t normally wear anything so large, but this piece announces to the world my intentions with you. I can get something else if you don’t like it.”

“No, don’t. It’s beautiful, Draco. Will you put it on me?”

Their bodies still connected, they carefully sat up and Draco clasped the piece around her neck. Merlin, she was amazing.

“Will you be mine forever?”

“I will.”

Two days later…

Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy of Wiltshire, England are pleased to announce the formal intentions of their son, Draco Malfoy, towards Hermione Jean Granger. Ms. Granger, a graduate of  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and former Head Girl, is the assistant director of the Muggle Liaison Office. Mr. Malfoy, also a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a representative in the Office of Magical Games and Sports. A betrothal is planned before the end of the year.

Two whirlwind months later…

Draco Malfoy, son of Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy of Wiltshire, England, and Hermione Granger of London, England were married on December 3, 2007.

The ceremony was held at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire with Bradford Lindstrom officiating at the ceremony.

Given in marriage by her friend, Harry Potter, the bride was attended by Ginevra Potter as matron of honor with her other best friend, Ronald Weasley as honor attendant. The best man was Theodore Nott. Blaise Zabini and Gregory Goyle served as ushers.

After a holiday off the coast of Greece, the couple will reside in London.
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