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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Four

      “I—I’m not her,” I said and I winced when he pushed inside me even deeper.
     “Don’t,” he said and he dropped kisses upon my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips. “I’m not a fool, Granger.”
     “No, you’re not,” I murmured. “…that person doesn’t exist anymore,” I whispered and then with his arms wrapped snug around me and his cock buried deep inside me he lifted his head and pools of molten silver bore into me. Slowly he began to rock over top of me but our eyes never left one another’s.
     “Why didn’t you…stop me?” he asked as he thrust into me. “I thought for sure you’d stop me before it got to this. Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. I thought you’d break my nose first…but making love?” he said and he chuckled.
     “So nice to know I’m just a big joke to you,” I replied sounding very much wounded, and that’s because I was. What was I ever thinking? Malfoy and me? The mere notion was preposterous! I had been had, in the worst of ways and in my hurt I began to grow angry. “That’s right, a filthy little Mudblood,” I spat and I tried to force him off of me but he forced my arms down over my head and he pinned me with his weight.
     “Behave Granger,” he said as a warning and then he thrust into me with such force that all my breath was sucked away. I howled out in both pain and pleasure as my vaginal walls were stretched beyond belief. “I find you incredibly sexy. I hadn’t intended for it to go this far but now that we’re here I’m quite pleased with…the…outcome,” he said through husky pants as his cock plowed into me. “You will be too when I make you come.”
     “This was a bad idea,” I murmured but my words had no authority behind them. The stinging sensation in my nether region waned as I acclimated to his size and then his enormous cock began to feel good.
     “Coming harder than you ever have before is a bad thing? I think not. Now, let’s find that G spot,” he purred and he shifted his body so his rod entered me in a slightly different direction. I could feel him at my core as he penetrated me. Jolts of electricity coursed through me and my heart began to beat like a drum in my chest as my pulse quickened and my body quaked with him inside me. I didn’t have to tell him when he hit that spot, a spot that was as foreign to me as it was familiar to the blond.
     “Oh my God,” I wailed. That. Was. It. “Yes, just like that. Oh God…Draco,” I moaned and he smirked when he hit the mark, the mark that sent me sailing into the clouds.
     “You want me to fuck that pretty pussy hmm?” he whispered in my ear as his hips rolled into me in a circular motion. Each time he did it I felt deep twinges of pleasure as his cock hit me in just the right spot as to make me come unglued. “I’m going to stop if you don’t tell me Granger,” he coaxed.
     “Yes, fuck me, oh…Draco, yes… harder,” I moaned and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist.
     “That’s my girl,” he said in a voice that was condescending and yet a turn on at the same time. “So tight, so right,” he said and then he ripped out a guttural moan as he too became lost in our sex. At least I wasn’t the only one. I was climbing the walls each time his cock thrust inside me, hitting that spot that turned me into a slave to his lovemaking. He was that good and more. We were both moaning and talking dirty to one other. I said things to the blond that night that I never thought would come out of my mouth and what was worse was that he loved it. “You are such a vixen,” he purred and then he leaned up and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.
     “I don’t know about this position…too degrading,” I said referring to the doggie style position.
     “You’ll do what I say or I won’t give you my cock,” he teased and then handfuls of flesh were in his hands as he squeezed and groped my arse. “You’re going to like it this way even better,” he promised but I doubted his words and with my arse in the air I felt like an animal.
   “Just do it already if you must,” I said with urgency. I didn’t like when he withdrew from me, breaking the connection we had. I was a bitch in heat as he mounted me from behind and then pushed inside me once more. I moaned loudly and I pushed back against him, forcing him into me deeper. He shuddered as he rammed his thick wood into me over and over again. Our bodies were slick with sweat and I was dripping wet as I grunted and groaned in please. It was embarrassing but I couldn’t help it. At one point I chirped in a high pitched squeal it felt so good. “I’m sorry…can’t…help it,” I managed to get out.
     “Don’t be sorry. Your body is singing to me,” he replied. “It’s music to my ears. Granger, you’re so bloody hot. I’m not going to last much longer,” he said and then he moaned loudly as he rammed me full of cock. He felt even bigger in that position and I felt like I was being impaled by a giant’s cock he was so rigid. “Come for me Granger,” he urged and then he reached around and began to assault my clit in such a way that I lost it. I was no longer in control of my body. It was as if Malfoy was the puppet master and I the puppet. He knew exactly how to provoke the desired response in me. A pinch of the nipple and I’d squeal. Deep thrusts got him a series of moans and rubbing his fingers over my clit while fucking me bought him an explosion on the level of Mt. Vesuvius. He pulled me up into the kneeling position where he caged my body in his arms. His mouth clamped down on my neck and with one hand he toyed with my tits while the other was between my legs. With intense, upward thrusts from behind me he hammered me with his glorious cock and I came hard. I exploded with wetness as my orgasm shook me and then he was coming as he groaned loudly in my ear. “So good,” he said through indecipherable moans and my head was in the clouds as the sensations sent me to such a peaceful and serene place.

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     “I’m sorry you broke your promise to Astoria,” I said after the fact. He was buttoning up his shirt but he stopped and cocked his head at me.
     “I never promised Astoria anything,” he quipped as he finished dressing.
     “I just figured that you did, you know since the first couple times you didn’t want to touch me. Ah, it’s because of who you think I am. I get it now,” I said feeling stupid and the anger returned.
     “I was ready to fuck you the moment I walked into the brothel and saw you,” he smirked.
     “Then why didn’t you?” I asked, perplexed.
     “Because I wanted you to want it too.”
     “So you just said that whole bit about being faithful to Astoria--why?”
     “To give you time to warm up to the idea of us,” he said with ease. Out of habit I helped him into his posh overcoat as I held it out for the Liege of Blind Falls.
     “Us?”
     “And just what is your idea of…us?” I asked and I cocked an eyebrow.
     “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I should be going. It’s late and Astoria is in town visiting. She will wonder after me if I don’t get back soon,” he said.
     “No, she won’t. She knows about us.”
     “What?” he said and he sounded flabbergasted.
     “I ran into her today. She wanted to have words with me.” I figured I’d skip the whole sordid story of how she made me wait in her carriage for ages only to have me thrown out of it a few minutes later, and on the other side of town. I could sense the urgency in the blond’s voice so I cut to the chase. “She gave me permission to sleep with you,” I said and I bit my lip. I didn’t know how the news would find him.
     “Nice,” he said but then he staggered to the edge of the bed where he plopped down on it. Deflated. It was as if all the wind had left his sails right at that moment. He looked wounded. “Just like that eh?” he asked and he looked up at me where I stood before him.
     “I’m afraid so. Draco, I’m sorry,” I cringed. I wished that I could take back that particular revelation. I could see the pain behind that cool Malfoy exterior and I found myself empathizing with him. “If I were in her shoes I would beat every woman off of you with a stick,” I said. It was an honest attempt to make him feel better. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that and should have just minded my own business,” I quipped when I realized that I’d overstepped my bounds. Suddenly I was being pulled into an impromptu hug. I smiled as I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You’ve grown into a handsome man, Malfoy,” I admitted. “You’re very much, well what I mean is you’re tall and very goodlooking only a fool would—well—“ he cut me off as I stumbled and failed to find the right words.
     “You think I’m hot?” he said.
     “Yes,” I said feeling exasperated.
     “Thank you,” he whispered. “She’s only marrying me for my money. That and because she wants to marry a Liege,” he admitted.
     “She told me as much,” I said. “Are all Pureblood marriages that way—“
     “No. My parents loved one another.”
     “Loved? Don’t they still love each other?” I asked, prying into the Liege’s life.
     “No.”
     “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that they—“
     “Were killed,” he finished my sentence. “The Dark Lord had them put to death for treason.” My eyes went wide. That was not something that was ever mentioned in any newspaper at all.
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     It was Christmas Eve and I was all dolled up for my sexy Liege. Since our passionate night a week earlier I was more or less smitten with the blond Death Eater. I hummed as I tended to the chores of running the brothel and I was happy for lack of a better word. The girls even commented on how much nicer I seemed and of course they went on to speculate as to why. Most of them got it right too, when they guessed that Malfoy had something to do with my high spirits but I wasn’t about to kiss and tell. Things had been quiet on the Ron front but I checked the daily papers and then breathed a sigh of relief when there was nothing at all about Voldemort catching a wanted traitor named Ron Weasley. No news was good news so far as I was concerned. “Whoa, you goin’ to a ball ta’night?” Jasmine asked when she strolled into the tavern where I was tending bar, filling in for Ron who usually schlepped drinks to patrons.
     “No, I just wanted to get dressed up,” I said.
     “Expecting the Liege tonight are you?” Jasmine quipped and she shot me a knowing look.
     “No, actually I’m not. I mean if he were to arrive I would certainly greet him.”
     “Rubbish. Ye want to feck him, we both know ye do,” Jasmine laughed.
     “Perhaps I am a little eager to see him. It’s been a week and I haven’t heard a word.”
     “Iffin’ I know da’ Liege he’ll be here with bells on,” Jasmine assured. “They ‘ave to ye see? Tomorrow is Christmas day and they ‘ave to spend it wit their crusty wives so dey be out and about tonight getting their willies wet,” Jasmine said crudely and I frowned.
     “Do you have to talk that way, it’s crass and crude?” I grimaced and shook my head. “Honestly, try to tone it down just a bit if you can.”
     “I don’t hear no Death Eaters complaining when I be suckin’ their cock,” Jasmine laughed wildly and I just shook my head. Yes, I worked in a brothel, but no I didn’t have to act like it, yet Jasmine wasn’t entirely wrong in her assessment. There were numerous Purebloods in the establishment that night and probably for the reason Jasmine said. They would be trapped with their wife and kids for the holidays. The week after Christmas was always dead. It was a time that I usually spent alone reading by the fire since the place was near empty. All of the girls had family or friends that they would visit for the holidays so it was usually just Ron and I alone together for the most part. But with Ron visiting George and Ginny I would be alone. Gods please let Draco show up tonight! Suddenly, the door flew open and a horde of Death Eaters entered the brothel. One by one they were paired off with festive women who were sporting slutty Christmas attire. My eyes went wide when I saw what Marcheline wore, or rather didn’t wear which seemed to be the case. She wore red holiday stockings on her curvy legs that depicted Santa getting a blowjob. She topped it off with a pair of red stilettoes and a naughty pair of crotchless underwear and nothing else! The men seemed to appreciate her efforts though and a bidding war ensued when she pranced into the room like a cat in heat. Me, I had my eye on the door. Where are you Malfoy?

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     It was after midnight when I trudged upstairs and kicked off my heels. So much for a grand night with my boyfriend the Liege. He never showed. I was more than a little bummed as I undressed and threw on my warm pajamas (that were very unsexy), brushed my teeth and then crawled into bed. He had mentioned that he was busy with work the last time I’d seen him, but he also said that he would try to get out for a visit with me before the holidays were in full swing. “Oh well I guess he got busy, that’s all,” I said to myself as I turned out the lights. The party downstairs was still in full swing and I locked my door just in case. I didn’t want some drunk Death Eater finding his way into my room in the middle of the night, and mistaking me for his date. I glanced out the window and smiled when I saw the near white out conditions. It would be a white Christmas. I frowned when I realized that I’d spend it alone.

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     It was well into the wee hours of the night when I awoke to the sounds of knocking. I sat bolt upright in my bed and gazed around. That’s when I heard it again and I padded to the window where I threw open the shade. There, with his blond hair blowing in the wind and hovering on a broomstick outside my window, was the Liege, Draco Malfoy. I threw open the window and a gust of winter hit me in the face. I reached out to help the blond inside as he ducked his head and climbed through the window. “It was late and the door downstairs was locked,” he said as he shook off the cold.
     “You didn’t show…I thought you weren’t coming so I went to bed,” I explained as I took his scarf and coat from him and hung it for him.
     “So this is your room?” he asked and I nodded embarrassed. It was not the room of a Madam, but was instead the room of a homely bookkeeper, that or a teacher as I had books piled up in every corner of the small, cozy room.
     “Our normal room is just across the hall. I’m sure you’d be more comfortable there,” I said nervously and then I made for the door, hoping he would follow behind me. He did not. Instead he threw a log onto the fire in my room and stoked the coals until orange flames lit up the room once more.
     “No, I think I’d prefer to stay right here,” he said with a smirk. “So this is Hermione Granger’s bedroom? What sort of naughty toys are you hiding?” he said cheekily and he opened the drawer of my nightstand and peered in. I lunged where I slammed the drawer closed. It was where I kept my diary and it was private.
     “Secrets. I love secrets,” he said and he plopped down on the bed and laced his fingers together behind his head. “Join me,” he said. “But first, I need you to retrieve something for me. I left it in the breast pocket of my coat,” he smiled and like a dutiful slave I rolled my eyes and then went to fetch his belongings for him. The pocket was deep and bewitched from what I could tell. The pocket could have held a couch it was so roomy in there. My hand grasped onto one and then two and finally three gift boxes. I pulled one after the other out of the pocket. My arms were full by the time I’d retrieved them all.
     “Gifts?” I asked as I returned to the bed and sat down next to the blond.
     “It is Christmas,” he drawled sarcastically. “Open them.”
     “You got me gifts?” I suddenly felt very bad. I hadn’t gotten him anything. It wasn’t for lack of trying though. I tried to enter the Wizards Exchange, a swanky Pureblood establishment on the corner of Druids Fork and White Witch Boulevard. I was turned back at the door when they asked to see my papers. The elderly man turned his nose up at me when he saw the glaring red stamp that read Mudblood. After that I didn’t bother because I knew Malfoy had fine taste and the only stores I was allowed to enter were ones where he wouldn’t be caught dead in they were so tacky and cheap. It made shopping for clothes near impossible, which is why I made most my clothes, the proper looking ones anyway. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything,” I murmured. “Muggle-Borns aren’t allowed in the nice shops,” I said feeling ashamed as I held the package with the silver wrapping paper and pretty gold bow in my hands.
     “Granger, it’s fine,” he said with a genuine smile. “One of the gifts I got you is really more for me anyway. Do you feel better now?” he chuckled and I smiled, feeling slightly better.
     “Come on, open them already. I don’t want to spend the whole night watching you open gifts,” he said with a familiar eyebrow waggle that I knew meant that he wanted to have sex. At that I carefully unwrapped the gifts, one at a time. The first gift was a silk, lingerie ensemble in winter white. It was soft and beautiful and must have cost a pretty penny. Malfoy demanded that I strip and put it on to which I obliged all with the blond looking on with amorous eyes that feasted over my body. Strangely I liked the attention he paid me. It made me feel like a woman again.
     The second gift was an exquisite choker with a tear drop diamond pendant in the center of the necklace. The rest was lined with red rubies that shone brightly. It was absolutely priceless it was so beautiful. “Allow me,” he said and I lifted my hair and turned around as he clasped it around my neck. “I hope you like it. I thought you might fancy rubies because you were a Gryffindor,” he chuckled. “It’s not much but it was the only piece that spoke to me.”
     “It’s not much? Are you joking? I’d have to work a year to afford something like this, perhaps two. It’s so beautiful, I don’t know how to thank you,” I said and my eyes welled with tears as I stood and admired it in the mirror.
     “You’re welcome,” he said. “Now open the last one.”
     “Oh my God! How did you find this? The only place that had it is the Hogwarts library. I’ve looked high and low but could never find a copy,” I said as I held the worn out leather bound book in my hand that read, The English Rose.
     “Open it and find out,” he said cryptically and he scooped me into his arms where we sat on my small double bed together.
     “Property of Hogwarts School?” I said and my mouth fell open. “You nicked it? But how? When?”
     “In my sixth year,” he laughed. “I told you I knew far more about you than I should. I used to watch you a lot, especially in the library. You checked this book out three times and kept it for months. I was certain that it contained something in it that would help me defeat Potter, so when you finally turned it back in I checked it out,” the blond explained.
     “You thought that?” I giggled and Draco laughed with me. “Were you disappointed that it was a romance novel instead?”
     “A sappy one at that. Turn the page,” he said and I stared into his starry eyes and smiled.
     “You amaze me sometimes,” I said.
     “I hope you say that after I tie you up and have my way with you…Rose,” he said with a hint of naughtiness in his voice. I hoped he was kidding!
     “To my sweet English Rose. May you find your D.M.” I read. His handwriting was beautiful, not at all like the chicken scratch that Ron’s was, not that I was comparing because I wasn’t. I think. D.M. referred to the hero of the book, David Mulgrew. He was a bad boy turned good and Rose, who was the main character of the book was a widow who fought for women’s rights during a time when women had no rights in a country ruled by Aristocrats and nobility. David was an Earl and he and Rose eventually fell in love, this after he conceded to her outrageous demands for equality at the mill where she worked and to which he owned and operated. I found the book riveting and not at all sappy. I looked back down at the book and I laughed again when I saw that Draco signed his name D.M., Draco Malfoy.
     “You both have the same initials. That’s mental!” I said beaming from ear to ear. I turned to the blond where I kissed him, longingly. Our snogs turned more passionate and kissing turned to groping. I began to unbutton his shirt and then I smoothed my hands along his sides. “Thank you so much for all the wonderful gifts.”
     “Ouch,” he said and he winced. “Bit of a minor accident, might not want to touch me there. Plenty of other places though in need of your attention though,” he said and he shoved my hand downwards to the bulge in his pants.
     “Draco, what’s wrong? Let me see,” I said and with careful hands I slid his shirt down his arms and completely off. This time I didn’t even flinch at the mark on his arm. I covered my mouth when I saw the deep bruising on his side. “You’re hurt, and I know which spell did this,” I said because it was the truth. Ron got hit once by the same spell and his stomach turned black and blue immediately. It was a common Death Eater spell, one used on people who got out of line. The Knockback Jinx was the name, but the spell had been tweaked to where the person hit with the spell suffered a painful bruise that lasted nearly a week and would not heal. For the average witch that is, but I am not an average witch and I was able to beat the jinx with a concoction from my Potion supply cabinet that I brewed myself. “Who did this to you? You’re a Liege,” I said because it didn’t make sense. Nobody aside from Voldemort himself could have done this to a Liege. It was forbidden to use any magic against a Liege and doing so was an offense punishable by death. It was that serious a crime.
     “It’s fine, I’m just a little sore. It was an accident. I don’t want to talk about it. Ride me,” he said and he kissed me, biting my bottom lip in the process. I giggled when he growled and raked a hand up my thigh.
     “I have a potion for that. Let me just go and get it,” I said and he sighed but waved his hand in the air to signal that I should get the potion. I saw the second wince as he held his hand at his side in pain. “Be back in a jiffy.”

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     “Are we alone?” a voice said as I sifted through the potions pantry in search of the correct brew to heal the Liege. I turned on my heels, startled.
     “Ron—Rob, is that you?” I said and I shielded my eyes from the white glow of his wand.
     “Yeah, it’s me and I brought someone with me. She couldn’t wait to see you,” Ron said and my eyes went wide when Ginny Weasley stepped into the light. She was all smiles as she threw her arms around me and hugged me.
     “Oh Hermione look at you! You’re so grown up,” the redhead said and she was overjoyed. I too was thrilled to see my long, lost friend.
     “I guess you saw the picture in the paper. I can explain that, but you’re not going to like it. Ron doesn’t,” she said and she glared at her brother. “I was shocked when Ron showed up at the Joke Shop. George couldn’t come but he sends his best,” Ginny rambled off in rapid fire. “So this is your place? Gosh we have so much catching up to do ‘Mione!”
     “Hey babe, what’s keeping you? I think I really need that potion,” Malfoy said when he suddenly appeared at the door of the large storage closet that was my potions pantry. Three wands went up all at once and I didn’t have time to think.
     “No, don’t!” I screamed but I heard Ginny chant and then red sparks lit up the pantry. I dropped to the floor cursing myself that I didn’t have my wand in hand. In the confusion Ron cast a spell directed at Malfoy and then the room fell silent. With my heart in my throat I reached up and yanked on the string that was the light switch. The room was lit up with yellow light and I gasped at what I saw. Both Ron and Ginny were bound with rope and laying side by side on the pantry floor, both with dazed looks on their faces. Malfoy was standing over them holding his wand in one hand while covering the wound on his side with the other. “Draco, are you alright?” I moved his hand, the one that covered the deep bruising on his side where I assessed the wound. I was relieved to see that there was no change although the skin was darkening and he desperately needed the potion.
     “Their spells missed,” he said and he winced and teetered on shaky legs.
     “Let’s get you to a chair Draco,” I said. “Are they, okay?” I asked as I looped my arm around Draco’s waist and helped him to one of the nearby bar stools.
     “Just dazed them a bit. They’ll come around in a few minutes.”
     “How did you do that? I never heard you cast a spell at all. I feared the worst when I turned the light on.”
     “I don’t use verbal commands anymore, unless I’m feeling nostalgic,” he said and then he cursed when jolts of pain from his side shook him.
     “Nonverbal magic? That’s quite impressive, not to mention quick. I can’t believe you were able to disarm them and so fast. Very impressive,” I said again. “Drink this potion down. It will take away the pain and by tomorrow you’ll be good as new,” I said and I passed him the green tincture bottle and then hovered over him until he swallowed it down.
     “Revolting,” he said after he chugged it. “What was that?”
     “Poison,” I said and I smirked. His eyes went wide. “Happy Christmas,” I smiled and I kissed him on the cheek.
     “Please tell me this is your idea of a sick joke,” he drawled.
     “Why would I poison the man who services me in the bedroom?” I said and I winked. With loving hands I caressed his aching side with my fingertips. “You need to stay the night. The potion may make you feel a little woozy.”
     “Sure, just let me lock those two up in the town jail and you and I can have a splendid Christmas. Astoria left tonight to have a visit with her parents, so its just you and me Rose.”
     “She did? Is that why you were so late getting here, because you had to see her off?” The blond nodded when I offered him an excuse. I turned back to the storeroom and cringed. Ron and Ginny presented a major problem and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that my heart was racing at the thought of them being sent to jail for attacking a Liege. “Draco, couldn’t you just sort of, you know, forget about what happened in the pantry?” I asked and I bit my lip. Malfoy grumbled so I continued to pepper his face with kisses in hopes that I could perhaps sway his opinion. It was what Hermione would have done after all, and that frightened me.

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I will switch to Draco’s POV eventually. I much prefer writing from his POV so it will happen for sure. I may even make it a 50/50, where half the story is told from her POV and half his. Have to wait and see. It would ruin my plot to do it right now, so I can’t. Not yet. haha Thank you all for the reviews! I love hearing your thoughts so big thanks!
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