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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47190 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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So with all that said and done here is Chapter Five : Wiggle Room

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Hermione woke up to the sweet smell of breakfast and moaned out loud. There must be bacon, she thought sleepily. Her stomach growled in response and she found herself opening her eyes suddenly ravenous. Pulling back the covers, she rose and brushed her hair away from her face before slipping into some shorts, pulling a tank top on and grabbing her wand. She went for the large black door that was at the back wall of the room, completely intent of mooching a meal before she began her flat search but paused. She hadn’t really gotten a good look at where she had stayed. Turning to the large perfectly rectangular room she made a sweep of the area with her eyes.

The room was darkened by the black silk curtains over the window but she could still admire the wide expanse that she had borrowed for a night. The walls were a deep emerald and the bedding was all black. Wanting a better look she turned on the lights with a wave of her wand and stared in awe at the beautiful room. She could have almost sworn that it had all looked different the night before but she pushed that thought away. There was soft plushy matching carpet that circled her bed and ended at polished hard wood floors. The room had two large windows that looked small in comparison to the incredibly high walls. Hermione went to the large dark oak wardrobe that lined the left side of the room. She opened the doors and gasped in delight at the sudden sight of books. Tons of them! The wardrobe was filled with some of the greatest works ever written muggle and magical alike. Hermione could only stare dumbfounded for a moment, whoever owned this room in the past had great taste. Next to the wardrobe was a deep window seat with a dark green cushion and black pillows. Hermione closed the doors and turned to look at the other side of the room. There was large matching vanity that had an oversize mirror and three drawers on either side of the desk, as well as a small wooden swivel seat with a green cushion that matched the walls, a few feet over from the vanity was a large dresser. She went to the door that was on the wall directly to the right of the bed and stared in awe at the large bathroom. Hermione closed the door and sighed, the room was absolutely gorgeous. It suited her perfectly; she was definitely going to have to stay in this room if she ever slept over again. Giving the wide expanse of perfection one last look, Hermione left the room and shut the door quietly behind herself. She noticed that further down the hall on the left was a dark blue door that she recognized as Harry’s and as she turned to head down to the kitchen she passed by the green door that matched the walls in the room she had stayed in, on the right.

Downstairs, Draco had just finished preparing breakfast when Harry stumbled in. The dark haired wizard mumbled a gruff good morning to his roommate before accepting the plate he offered. Although it had practically been like this since Draco moved in, he still thought it was a Prophet article waiting to happen. He could imagine the headlines now “Malfoy Heir waits on the Boy Who Lived”, there would be a picture of him in his suit as he was now, serving the half-naked Head Auror. Potter looked up from his food “thanks again, I really appreciate this.” Draco smirked “You wouldn’t survive a week without me Potter, considering you let your elf go and can’t cook worth a damn.” Harry laughed “So what does that mean? Am I keeping you forever then Malfoy? Sounds a bit cheeky to me.” Harry watched as his roommates face paled at the insinuation “I’ll move out eventually Potter, once the time is right, don’t get used to this. I just am bad at judging portions so there are always leftovers, it’s not intentional.” Draco leaned against the fridge with his plate and ate his breakfast in silence.

Harry only grinned in response and turned back to his food. This was usually how it was between them on the mornings Malfoy cooked. Harry would wander in before getting ready for work, Malfoy already dressed, would just be finishing the meal, he’d hand a plate to Harry who would sit and then Malfoy would stand, or Harry would stand and Malfoy would sit. It was a comfortable routine they had settled in.

Draco didn’t mind his unusual arrangement with the savior of the wizarding world. Once he had gotten to know him; Draco found that they shared more things in common than they would have ever guessed in their school days. Draco had never been allowed to cook or to arrange anything himself and so in his adult life he found doing the tasks that were not expected of him liberating. It worked out extremely well with the fact that Potter had been forced to do those kinds of tasks so many times during his childhood that he completely hated them as an adult. As the muggles would call it, Draco mused, they had turned out to be “two peas in a pod.” The blonde grinned at the extremely corny sentiment, but knew that for all his bluster Potter was truly a great friend. Despite their past, Potter had given him everything he’d ever wanted; peace, quiet and regular interesting duels. Draco figured he could afford to make a little bit extra food when he was preparing some for himself.

There was a creak on the floorboards leading to the kitchen that alerted Draco. He set his plate on the counter quietly, withdrew his wand and motioned for Potter to listen. Potter didn’t seem to be paying him attention though and Draco frowned. He didn’t want to make noise and tip off whatever it was that was coming their way. The sound continued until suddenly a scantily clad Granger wandered into the kitchen. Harry laughed at the expression on his roommates face “she spent the night, no security breach” and continued eating his food.

Hermione had thought she had done a pretty good job of eavesdropping on her best friend’s conversation but apparently not. She had noticed when she approached any room of the house the floorboards creaked. It had to have been a spell because the floors all looked brand new. Hermione had been expecting them to be surprised at her sudden appearance, but the surprise was on her. She walked into a fully clothed Malfoy who had his wand pointed at her, and a half naked Harry sitting at the table laughing about the security. But despite this, it wasn’t the masculine man who sat, clad in his underwear, at the table with his long hair in his face and unruly mustache that attracted her attention. No, of course not, she found herself entranced with the other man who held her at wand point. She had been certain that she had gotten over the incident, but here she was again melting between the knees at the site of him. Draco Malfoy wore a heather gray business suit with a striking dark green tie and she could not get the thought Slytherin sex god out of her mind. His hair had been parted and combed but he had just run his fingers through it when she came into the room so now it was all tousled. She wanted to touch him. The suit made his shoulders look even broader and it seemed to really exaggerate how tall and spectacular his body looked.

His eyes held hers with that same intense look as they had shared the night before and she wondered if he somehow knew what she was feeling. It was as though his presence was completely blotting out any appeal Harry might have held. She could not describe it, for the first time since she could remember, she had no explanation for the sudden rush of desire that she felt. She tried her mantra again for a moment, Red hair, blue eyes, toothy smile. Red hair, blue eyes, love of my life but there was nothing that could distract her from the way he was looking at her. The worst part was that she didn’t even know what she wanted from him. He was Malfoy; there was nothing that she wanted from him, not really. Yet once again there she was silently and shamelessly pleading for him to answer the call of her body. She didn’t want to have sex with him, Merlin no. She was reserving that for Ron, but maybe a kiss would do. Yes that had to be it, she must be reacting to his particular kind of pheromones and it was causing her body to feel this way. A kiss would get him out of her system. But then she mentally stopped herself from going further. What was she thinking? She was not seriously contemplating kissing Malfoy. But for a moment she could almost imagine it and how glorious it would be. The heat low in her stomach made her shift her weight.

Draco followed the movement with his gaze and cursed himself for doing so because as he ran his eyes up her body, he saw how her nipples were pressed against the thin material of her shirt. He held back a groan at the site of her. She had come into the kitchen with her hair hanging loosely down her back and in practically nothing. He couldn’t even get passed what she was wearing. It was a very simple pair of muggle short shorts and a tank top but he had never seen any woman wear them like she had. The material may as well have been non-existent. He could see the full swell of her breasts pushing against the material and could almost imagine how they would taste. Her thin cotton shorts didn’t hide the fact that she was probably complete bare beneath them just how he liked and from the sudden squeeze of her thighs, he knew she was aroused. Or at least he suspected as much and just the thought of her possibly being aroused at the sight of him drove Draco insane. She hadn’t been mouthing off as he expected either and he could actually for once envision what he wanted to do to those lips, where he wanted them to be. He looked to his roommate who was giving him a speculative stare and lowered his wand slightly before flicking his wrist and sending a plate of food her way. Granger accepted the plate but her eyes were still watching him. Draco had to get out of there now, there was nothing more but a quick movement of his hands shoving her shorts down past her ass, unzipping his pants and a thrust on his part that separated them. He would bury himself so deep that she tasted his cum in the back of her throat. The quick visual only made everything worse, he felt his fingers twitching in anticipation; and was a breath away from tying her on her stomach to the table and having his way with her.

Harry watched as his Malfoy struggled to control himself. The best part of it all was that Hermione had no idea what she had done, or what she was doing for that matter. It was just her way. It had taken Harry a while to get used to her clothing habits or rather lack thereof during the war. She had suddenly started stripping in the tent one night after Ron had left citing that excessive clothing had made her stress even more and that she had developed a quick dressing spell to accommodate her habit just in case. He had been worried for the first month that it was some seduction method on her part, and that he was going to have to tell her he didn’t feel that way about her. But she never made any moves on him and when he had brought it up, she had only laughed. They had spent months and months together and nothing awkward had ever come of it. They had been perfectly matched as friends.

Harry smiled at the memory but simultaneously felt amused by the present situation. Malfoy left without a word, leaving his plate on the counter still full of food. Harry cleaned it up with a wave of his wand. The look on Malfoy’s face had been priceless. Hermione had never been aware of her own beauty and despite the fact that she had certainly grown out of her shell; she was still rather naive when it came to the minds of men. She hated wearing clothing and would strip them away whenever she had a comfortable and appropriate situation. She never really took into the account the effect that it would have on others around her, but it was just an incredibly muggle thing that had stuck with her. It was amusing to know that Malfoy was no exception to her dressing habits.

Hermione had always been teetering on the edge of positive and negative self-esteem and right now Harry loved seeing her fully confident in herself. Harry really just hoped that Ron managed to get himself together and treat her well or else he would ruin a beautiful thing. For a moment Harry almost wished that he HAD been interested in Hermione. It would save her from the heartache she was eventually going to go through. Harry really didn’t want to be privy to seeing the light that made her wonderful go out, but he would be there for her when their best friend failed her. “Good morning Harry” Hermione greeted, sitting across from him and setting her plate down. He took a good look at her but frowned, her cheeks were flushed and she had a slightly dazed look about her “how did you sleep? You look a little red. You didn’t have a nightmare about thunderstorms did you?” She ducked her head and waved his question off. “It was lovely actually, the room is beautiful, no worries here, everything is alright.” Harry studied her for a moment more and dismissed the nagging feeling of there being a lot more to Hermione’s current state than she was letting on.

After breakfast Hermione wished Harry a good day at work and got dressed before setting out to find somewhere to live. The first place she went was back to the Leaky Cauldron to see if they possibly had any news or knew of any places that were renting. It was a one of her worst ideas in a long while. Reporters from every major news company had been apparently camping out and so the moment she apparated outside the inn with small ‘pop’, cameras were flashing and she was surrounded. Questions rang out from all directions asking about every aspect of her life. She tried to push through but was unsuccessful against the rush, lifting her wand slightly she turned on the spot and disapparated to the ministry.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting her clothing, Hermione went to the lift and pushed the button for the floor where Ron worked. As she stepped off a moment later she noticed the department sign had certain letters unlit. She stared up to it for a moment but shrugged and walked into the room full of cubicles and desks. Spotting the familiar flaming red hair in the distance, Hermione made her way over. Ron had just finished the end of a report and greeted her less genially than she had expected. He must still be miffed about last night, she thought to herself before giving him a hug and a chaste kiss on his cheek. Oh well, me showing up to his job will help repair his reputation. She buried her nose into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. Red hair, blue eyes, love of my life. He smelled of Molly’s cooking and an expensive wizard’s cologne she couldn’t place. She neither hated nor liked it but it was a smell she associated with Ron and it was comforting. There was no crazy slam of emotion when she was around him, just nice, easy, safe comfort while in his arms. She pulled back a bit and smiled. Ron suddenly returned her smile and motioned for her to sit in the spare chair, “what brings you here Mione?”

“I got mobbed on my way to the cauldron and so I came here instead. I just wanted to see you for a bit before I went and tried elsewhere.” Ron sat down across from her “well you could just live at the manor and not worry about this. We’ve got more than enough space, even if you wanted your own room. But I didn’t mind you sharing with me, it was nice.” Hermione didn’t want to have this certain-to-fail conversation while he was at work and quickly changed the subject. “So what time do you work to tonight? I was thinking we could maybe go out to dinner and do something with just the two of us.” Ron blanched at the idea “Mum is making pot roast tonight; we could just eat in and then find something to do after?” Hermione kept her sigh inward; she wasn’t really surprised by his answer. “Oh that’s alright Ron; we can just eat in and go out some other time.” He nodded at this, and the color returned to his face. Hermione smiled at him but stood “well I’ll be on my way, wish me luck.” She gave Ron another kiss and then headed right back to the lift.

Hermione tried her best not to feel disappointed, Ron was after all the epitome of a “momma’s boy” but somehow it still stung. She wanted to reconnect with him, especially in lieu of her behavior around Malfoy. She was clearly in need of affection and she just wished Ron would understand that for once and accommodate her. Hermione had just stepped off the lift when she heard the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt calling out her name. Turning she saw the minister of magic approaching her flanked by an attendant and a familiar looking Auror. Smiling she went toward them “long time no see Miss Granger, you are looking well. I’m glad”

“Same to you Minister, It’s lovely to see you again” Hermione turned her smile upon his two companions. The assistant simply nodded in return but the Auror bowed and returned her smile “Adrian Pucey” The name struck a cord and Hermione instantly remembered him from school, he had been one of the decent Slytherin and hadn’t been a bully or cheat at Quidditch either. “How very nice to meet you again after all this time, I’m glad you’re doing well” she acknowledged before turning her attention back to Shacklebolt. “You are just the person I would like to speak to; may I have a moment of your time?” Hermione agreed and began to follow behind him.

The minister led her to his office and dismissed the other two before gesturing for her to have a seat. She sat in the plushy chair that was across from his and accepted the drink he offered. “So what do I owe the pleasure Minister?” she asked a moment after he got settled. Shacklebolt folded his hands on top of the desk “I’m going to be straight with you, I would like to offer you a position here within the ministry.” Hermione quirked a brow “and I’m assuming that since you’re asking me it’s not a regular job.” Shacklebolt sighed “that is correct. Near the end of the war, Voldemort held a mass assassination of the majority of the unspeakable researchers that we had under our employ. The Department of Mysteries has been devoid of competency ever since. I would like you to join them and eventually take up the helm as the head of the department.” Hermione shook her head much to Shacklebolt's surprise “The Department of Mysteries has never appealed to me because of all the secrecy it entails. I am not the right person for the job, seeing as I have those in my life whom I keep no secrets from. I truly appreciate consideration for the position however.” She set her glass down on the desk and rose to make her exit. Shacklebolt sighed “Harry told me you would say as much, Hermione please have a seat. I believe we can work this out in both of our favors.”

A few hours later they had hammered out the details of Hermione’s new position. “Suffice it to say, I think your request of telling Harry and whoever will be your future husband about your position as an unspeakable is reasonable. Harry as Head Auror is already aware of some of the on goings within the Department of Mysteries and may prove to be an asset. Your future husband will most likely be someone as note and trust worthy as you are and so as long as he swears a wizard oath not to disclose any information, then that will be alright.” Hermione nodded in agreement “I truly appreciate this compromise, as minister of magic it is not something you had to do.”

“Nonsense, there was nobody else I had in mind for the position. I’m more than willing to accommodate you. Seeing as it’s a Friday, please return Monday morning and we will begin your briefing.” Hermione nodded and shook his hand “Thank you for this, it really means a lot” Shacklebolt only smiled “let’s see if you thank me on Monday.”

Hermione left the office with a spring in her step and instantly headed back to the lift to tell Ron the good news. When she got to his office though, a co-worker of his told her that Ron had stepped out for lunch. Frowning slightly, Hermione decided to visit Harry and tell him instead. She got back onto the lift and headed for level two where the Auror Office was. Harry’s office was the door at the far back wall. She smiled at the Aurors she passed and had almost completely made it to the office when a matronly woman in the Auror uniform stopped her and asked for identification. Showing the woman her wand, Hermione found herself pleasantly surprised that at least someone had taken notice to her going toward their boss’s office unannounced. It made her feel better about Harry’s dangerous occupation. “Reason for arriving?” the woman asked bluntly, Hermione put her wand away. “I wanted to visit Harry and discuss something with him.”

“Unfortunately Mr. Potter is in with Miss Weasley at the moment, he won’t be available until later this afternoon.” Hermione must have looked scandalized by the news because the stern woman actually smiled, looked around and her demeanor softened. “It’s nothing of that nature Miss Granger, Mr. Potter is strictly professional while on duty. Miss Weasley is the one who comes and demands he closes the door during her visits. He kept it open until she threw a fit one day and she will be even more likely to cause another scene if you interrupt. I’ll be sure to let him know you came though.” Hermione nodded and thanked the woman before heading back to the first floor.

On her way out, Hermione picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, intending to have a look at the classifieds for a possible flat. The headline and subsequent picture caught her eye “The Mystery behind Malfoy Industries”. She found herself skimming the article quickly but dismissing it entirely. It was another Lavender Brown story and she didn’t even want to bother spending more time on it than it deserved. She gave a thorough look through the flat finder section of the newspaper before sighing and tossing it in the recycling bin. She had been walking down the long main hall of the ministry when movement caught her eyes above in the rafters. Taking a slow step forward in the crowed hall and looking up Hermione noticed an eagle perched above, sitting calmly and simply watching. An eagle underground how odd Hermione thought to herself wondering how it got into the ministry, it was highly unusual for there to be pets. Well there is the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it probably escaped somehow. Hermione felt herself smiling up to the beautiful bird “well good for you” she whispered under her breath not wanting to attract any attention to it. She continued on her way and eventually found herself by the ministry fireplaces. Having no one to share her good news with and no apartments to check out, Hermione decided to use the ministry floo and head to the Weasley Manor to help Molly prepare dinner for the night.

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