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The Life and Lies of Potter's Prized Girl	By : K_B_Lynne Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 13699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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AN: Here you go, another chapter! It's a little long, and unfortunately there is no sex here, but so much juicy plot building, you're going to love it anyway!

Rating Changes Applying To This Chapter: No Sex

Chapter 5: Surprise Visitors
Two weeks and about two dozen exciting shags later, Hermione was lying in the back garden, soaking up the sun. She wore only a small black bikini, with her hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Draco had wanted to go for a swim, and asked Hermione to come with him. She didn’t want to swim, however, so she laid across the dock that hovered over the edge of the lake in the back of the Malfoy property, working on her tan, because, well, she didn’t really have anything better to do. She turned her head to the side, watching him swim laps through the water.
The last couple of weeks had been an adjustment. The sex was strange enough, living in Malfoy Manor, sharing meals with the Malfoy family, it was all completely unsettling. Narcissa had been kind enough, but Lucius still looked at her like an unwelcome stray cat that his son had brought home without permission, one whom he was allergic to, for that matter. But she was beginning to get used to the idea that this was her life now. That wasn’t to say she was happy about it, but she’d accepted it.
Draco stopped swimming, treading in place as he looked at her. Her skin was more gold now, and it glistened in the sunlight. And she was looking at him, which made him smirk. He was growing on her, he could tell. Hell, she was growing on him, too. He swam over to his lovely pet, resting his arms on the edge of the dock as he looked at her. “Join me,” he requested.
Hermione snorted a laugh and shook her head. “No way. I quite prefer being warm and dry, thank you,” she rejected the invitation, closing her eyes and turning her head forward, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her face.
“Is that so?”
Hermione ignored him, until she felt the planks of the wooden dock move underneath her, and she looked over to see that Draco was climbing up, heading straight towards her. Her eyes widened in horror and she moved to get away, but she wasn’t fast enough. He pinned her down on the dock, dripping ice cold lake water all over her. She cried out in distress, and he just smirked. “You’re an ass, get off of me!” she insisted, struggling pointlessly underneath him.
“No way. If you won’t let me get you wet in there, I’ll get you wet out here,” he informed her, wiggling his eyebrows at her playfully. There was a double meaning to his statement, but of course, she had already picked up on that. She giggled as she tried to break free, a reaction that surprised even her. Since when did she giggle, and for Malfoy, at that?
“But I don’t want to get wet!” she whined, attempting to push him off of her. “Its cold!” He was soaking her, which, against her practically burning skin, felt like dry ice.
Draco just laughed, leaning in to kiss her neck and chest, trailing kisses all over the topmost part of her body while she writhed underneath him. “Well you should have thought about that before you said you’d come swimming with me,” he teased, kissing her collarbone.
“I never said I’d come swimming with you,” Hermione said, smiling despite her annoyance. “I only said that I’d come out with you.” Draco rose a single eyebrow.
“Touché,” he yielded, and then kissed her lips. Hermione smiled against his lips before kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck casually as he deepened the kiss. Yes, she’d accepted her fate, and as long as Draco was good to her, she supposed it wasn’t so bad after all. Today, for instance, besides being annoying, he was being perfectly pleasant, so she didn’t mind a little fooling around on the deck.
His put his weight on his knees, and let his hand slip down to her waist, beginning to slip under her bathing suit bottom, before he heard a voice.
“Whoa, come now, lets keep it PG-13,” a somewhat familiar male voice sounded. Hermione started, and craned her neck backwards to see the upside-down figure out Blaise Zabini. Draco looked up as well, and a wide grin spread over his face. Hermione had never seen him look so… happy!
“Blaise, you sly bloke, what are you doing here?” he asked, getting off of Hermione quickly, much to her relief. She didn’t know the dark young man well, but she certainly didn’t want him ogling her and Draco’s private interactions. She sat up as well, wiping water off of her skin to the best of her ability.
Blaise shrugged, and then smirked. “I heard you got yourself a new playmate, thought I’d come see if those rumors were true for myself. My love will be so happy to see that they are.” Hermione gave Blaise a curious look. His love?
“Ah, that’s right, I’d almost forgotten about your own new relationship. Where is Ginny? Didn’t she come with you?” Hermione’s eyes widened when she heard Ginny’s name, and she looked quickly between the two men.
“Ginny? Ginny’s still alive? Where is she?” Hermione had thought for sure that Ginny had been killed. She’d disappeared after the war, and no matter how hard she tried, she hadn’t been able to find out what happened to her before she’d been found herself.
Blaise laughed at the eagerness Hermione showed, and nodded. “Yes, she’s alive, and she’s here. She stopped to use the little girl’s room on the way out. Your mum was nice enough to inform us that you two were playing in the back yard.”
He was far too amused for Hermione’s liking, but she was so happy to hear that Ginny was alive and well that she didn’t care. And knowing that she was here, on this property, and that she would see her shortly, made her heart swell painfully with joy. She had to fight the urge to run into the house to meet her.
“Well, we would have been playing, if you hadn’t interrupted,” Draco replied, smirking. Hermione looked as though she might explode with joy. With any luck, she’d still be this happy once the couple left. She was much more fun in bed when she was happy. So much more… willing.
Hermione gave Draco a skeptical look. “Oh, you think so, do you?” she asked him. Of course, she was just being a brat. Its not as if she would have had a say in the matter if Blaise hadn’t shown up.
“Yes,” Draco replied, raising an eyebrow at her. He was surprised by her sass, especially since she did so in front of his best mate. “I do think so.” He considered whether or not it would be wise to discipline her for such disrespect later, or if he should just let it go.
Blaise watched the brief spat with amusement. “Well, if I knew my presence was going to cause a lovers’ quarrel, perhaps I should have announcement myself,” he said, but of course didn’t mean a word of it. He rather enjoyed creating drama in Draco’s otherwise peaceful life. Draco, of course, understood this.
“Oh, yes, I’m sure it would have stopped you,” he stated sarcastically.
“Stopped him from doing what?” another voice asked, and Hermione looked to see Ginny walk up behind Blaise, resting her head against the tall man’s shoulder. Her boyfriend, from what Hermione had gathered, wrapped an arm around her, and she leaned into the embrace. She smiled tiredly at Hermione, looking exhausted, but happy.
“Ginny!” Hermione exclaimed, unable to contain herself, and threw herself at the redhead, pulling her into a hug. Ginny gasped at the sudden force, but embraced her gladly in return. “I’m so happy to see you, alive! I was so scared you’d been-”
“Executed, like the rest of the family?” Ginny guessed with a sad smile. Hermione released her with a frown. She’d suspected that the Weasleys and any other blood traitors had been killed, but she hadn’t known for sure until now. “I almost was, but Blaise intervened. He told Voldemort that I was no more a blood traitor than he was, and that because I was underage, I shouldn’t be killed for my family’s beliefs. He saved me,” she told her friend, looking up at her boyfriend fondly.
Hermione looked over at Blaise, assessing him. She’d never really known much about him. She knew he was a Slytherin, and probably Draco’s closest friend, and, from what she knew, he was neutral, which was better than being on Voldemort’s side altogether. And now, he apparently had a thing for Ginny, which was all good in her book so long as it caused her to be safe and happy. “You did that for her?” she asked, unable to contain her surprise. It was a bold move, probably a life-risking move, really. Voldemort could have killed him on the spot for getting in the middle of it.
“Of course. I couldn’t help it, I love her,” he confessed without shame, which impressed Hermione greatly. She’d never heard a Slytherin speak the word love in the “I love you” context. It was almost uncomfortable to hear something so private, but apparently he was comfortable sharing, so she supposed she should be happy about it.
“I guess I didn’t realize,” Hermione said, hating being out of the loop. When the hell had the Slytherin fallen in love with the youngest Weasley?
Blaise looked between the two girls for a moment, and then looked to Draco. “I think we should let the girls have some time to catch up. Race you to the other end of the lake?” he asked, pulling off his shirt. Hermione looked away, abashed. Blaise was a very good looking man, and was clearly taken by her best friend.
“You’re on,” Draco said, winking at Hermione (for reasons she wasn’t sure of), before taking a running start off the dock and diving into the water. Hermione turned to Ginny.
“So, Blaise Zabini? When did that come about?” She must have made quite the impression on him somehow for him to stick up for her like that. Ginny bit her lip, and Hermione got the feeling that Ginny’s answer wasn’t going to make her very happy, or at least, Ginny didn’t think it would.
“While you guys were away, hunting the horcruxes, Blaise expressed an interest in me. We were sort of seeing each other for a good part of last year and pretty much all of this year.” I could tell by the way she spoke that she felt guilty about this, and Hermione couldn’t help but feel she was right to feel that way, but she was trying not to judge Ginny. Obviously, Blaise really cared for her, and why shouldn’t Ginny have been happy?
Hermione suddenly remembered how Harry would watch the marauder’s map, and wonder if he’d seen, that Ginny and Blaise were often together. It would explain his severe moods while wearing the Slytherin locket. It must have hurt him, to know that she’d been with another man while he was off hunting horcruxes and evading death on a regular basis. She would have scolded the redhead, but it seemed pointless, because Ginny seemed to already realize she’d done something wrong. Besides, she seemed happy now.
“Well, that’s great, Ginny,” Hermione said with a forced grin. “And don’t worry, I’m sure Harry would just be glad that you’re happy.” That was the kind of guy he was, the kind who thought of everyone else before himself. Granted, that’s what lost him the war…
She turned to look at the boys in the water. It was a strange sight. They were… playing! It was a startling reminder to her that they were, in fact, just teenagers. They were splashing each other and dunking each other in the water. It was an astonishing thing to see, two Slytherins, one a death eater, playing in the water like a couple of normal eighteen year olds. It made her feel like she’d missed out on her childhood.
Ever since she’d found out she was a witch, her life had been anything but normal. Even her first boyfriend wasn’t normal, he was a professional athlete who was beyond famous, and two years older than her. Her next relationship was short lived and served only to spite the boy she thought she liked. And now her lover wasn’t her boyfriend at all, he was her… keeper, for lack of better phrase. He owned her, she was for all intensive purposes his slave, a sex slave, as far as he was concerned. She really had no right to complain about the arrangement, though. Better to be living with an overwhelming sex-life than not living at all. Draco Malfoy’s libido was almost too much for her to handle.
“I am happy, Blaise is very good to me. But what about Draco? I heard what happened. Is it really like they say? Did Draco really… rape you?” The athletic young ginger looked hesitant in asking her question, but insanely curious as well.
Hermione just shrugged it off and shook her head. “I mean, technically, but, its not like it sounds. What choice did he have?” Hermione had come to terms in the last fortnight that Draco Malfoy was not a rapist, he was just a young man following orders for fear of the consequence of disobeying them. It was as simple as that.
Ginny nodded, accepting this answer. “But he’s good to you?” she pried further. “He doesn’t hurt you, or force you to do things you don’t want to?” Hermione took a moment to consider the question.
“I suppose, when you put it that way, it makes him sound like a bad person, but I really don’t mind. It’s a small price to pay. I’m healthy, and clean, and fed, and I feel safe with him. So what does it matter if he uses me for a human sex-doll?”
Ginny looked at Hermione in shock, having never thought she’d hear Hermione use such a phrase. “Hermione!” she started to reprimand her flippant resolve to the situation, but Hermione interrupted.
“Ginny, its okay! I’m alright with it. I mean, the sex is good, and just because I don’t have a choice doesn’t mean he forces me. He has the decency to get me in the mood first, usually.” She smiled at the thought. He was very good at foreplay. “In fact, if Blaise hadn’t interrupted, we’d probably be shagging right now.”
Ginny stared at Hermione with wide eyes. She’d never heard the older girl talk about such promiscuous things, especially not in such a positive regard. “Hermione, are you trying to tell me you.. like the sex?” Its not that it was such an odd idea, someone liking sex, but Hermione was a very stubborn woman, and she hadn’t expected her to just gave into it so easily. Hermione just shrugged, still watching the boys in the lake. They’d stopped fooling around and were now treading water and talking casually. She vaguely wondered what about.
“Yeah, I mean, I can’t complain. He always makes sure he pleasures me, especially if I’m not into it at first.” She remembered the first time they’d properly shagged, she hadn’t wanted to at all, but by the end of it she’d been in a state of complete bliss. He’d been right, she’d never been able to say no to him after that. “And you and Blaise? You two have sex, right?” She couldn’t help but assume. The man saved her life, and Ginny was never the “lets take it slow” kind of girl. Especially not if they’d been seeing each other as it seemed they had.
Ginny grinned. “Oh yeah, we have sex. Lots of it. Those Slytherin boys, they like their sex, sometimes a little too much.” She half-frowned as she turned back to look at Hermione, thinking about all the ways the boys had expressed their passion for, well, passion. If Hermione had only been in the picture for two weeks, she probably had no idea what was ahead of her. She worried for her. It’d been a lot for Ginny to handle at first, but she’d gotten used to it, and was starting to enjoy it, even, most of the time. However, she wasn’t sure if Hermione would be able to handle it as well as she had.
Meanwhile, on the far end of the lake, the boys were talking about the back to school party they were throwing at the beginning of August. They looked at the girls as they spoke, keeping their tones level so that they wouldn’t carry back to the females.
“She’s sexier than I remember her being,” Blaise commented on the brunette, getting a good view of her body in the small bikini Draco had picked out for her. “What’s she like in the sack?” With the girls out of ear shot, Blaise saw no point of beating around the bush.
Draco shrugged as he considered the answer seriously. “She feels amazing. So tight and wet, I swear she soaks at the simplest touch. Her skills are still lacking, she does practically nothing just yet, but she’s new. She’s only been having sex for two weeks. I like to think of that as a grace period. But she’s Granger, she’s a fast learner.” He tore his eyes away from the women to smirk at his mate. “I’m sure she’ll catch on very quickly.”
Blaise smirked back. “I’m sure. So, when does the training begin?” Draco could tell by the look on Blaise’s face that he wanted to be involved in the training. He wasn’t surprised. They did have a tendency to share. Why would Granger be any different?
“How about today?” Two weeks was plenty of time to get used to sex, now it was due time for her to learn how its done. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Guest house?” Blaise replied with a raised eyebrow. Draco nodded, and began to swim to the girls over by the dock. He lifted himself up and raked his fingers through his hair, squeezing the excess water from it, before walking over to Hermione, and pulling her body to his to soak her from behind.
Hermione gasped and shrieked loudly at the cold water from his body soaking her back. She turned in his arms and smacked his chest in a show of mild anger. “You jerk!” she chastised him, but made no move to escape his embrace. He simply laughed at her reaction. Clearly, it was what he’d been hoping for. He decided not to respond.
The pair heard a similar shriek as Blaise did the same to his girlfriend. “Blaise!” she complained angrily. Unlike Hermione, she had been fully dressed.
“You girls want to go dry off in the guest house?” he asked, smirking. Ginny looked up at him uneasily.
“The guest house?” Ginny had never been to the Malfoy’s guest house before, but she knew that at the Zabini’s guest house, the boys only went there for two reasons; to drink, and to shag. It was pretty early in the day for drinking. Draco knew the reason for the hesitation, she must be worried about Hermione, because she’d never complained about the guest house before.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Draco said, giving Ginny a knowing look.

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