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The Pianist	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13338 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“This is bloody amazing,” Scorpius breathed.
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing. Draco insisted that Scorpius had been to symphonies before but his eyes sparkled too much for him to have been. Unless Astoria didn’t let him enjoy it. She frowned at the thought but quickly wiped it from her face. Instead, she lost herself in the music as she stared down at Elizabeth. She was glad she’d put a muffling spell on the sleeping babe who hadn’t made a peep since they’d arrived at the theater. She studied the delicate little girl, noting that she had inherited her mother’s button nose. Snape was probably relieved.
“Hush,” Draco ordered, frowning at his son’s enthusiasm. Hermione scowled at him and he rolled his eyes before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “He is sorely lacking in manners.”
She smirked but quickly wiped it from her face. She couldn’t hold it against Scorpius for being so excited. After all, he’d probably never seen one of his friends play in an orchestra before. He’d been just as enamored when Rose danced. She snuggled Elizabeth closer and leaned her head on Draco’s chest. He had one arm draped over her shoulders, the other holding Snape’s youngest boy, three year old Alexander.
“Sorry,” Scorpius muttered, smirking when five year old Jonathan and seven year old Michael grinned at him.
Hermione shook her head and returned her attention to the orchestra. Lisa stood proudly, playing her heart out during her solos. It had taken a lot to convince her to do it. Eccentric as she was, she was terribly shy. Rose spent the better part of a year convincing her that she was bloody fantastic. She was glad Severus had agreed to go, though he looked interesting as a non-descript blond. She only hoped he decided to surface again, for Harry’s sake. When the fourth movement of Vivaldi was over, the symphony took a break so they could rest. The little ones just couldn’t play for a few hours straight like the adults could.
“Oh good,” Penelope breathed when they called for break. “I need to feed her anyway.”
Hermione reluctantly gave up the little angel who was starting to root and watched as Snape rounded up his boys so they could use the loo. Scorpius and Rose waved off the break but Hermione desperately needed to go. Draco stood so she could get by, subtly brushing against her waist as she went. She couldn’t fight down her blush and just knew she looked like a tomato as she rushed to relieve herself. By the time she got back to her seat, she wished she’d just held it. Ron was standing next to Draco, looking ready to pop at any moment.
“Ron,” she hissed as she got to them. “What are you doing here?”
“My daughter is playing,” he growled.
“I mean over here with us,” she snapped.
“Malfoy,” he growled. “Why is he here?”
“To catch a concert,” Draco snapped. “Honestly, Weasley, what is with you? Do you think I don’t appreciate the finer things in life?”
Ron was about to open his mouth again when Rose stood, finally breaking free of Scorpius’s clutches. Hermione had only just realized that the boy had risked bodily injury to keep her from going off. But it didn’t matter. No one stopped Rose from getting her say.
“Go away dad,” she growled. “No one wants you here.”
Ron looked like he’d been slapped. “But-“
“No,” Rose hissed. “Scorpius is my best friend and Mr. Malfoy treats me very nice. I don’t know why you’re so mean to him but I hate it and I won’t let you.”
“But Rosie-“
“Don’t call me that,” she said, her voice wavering. “You don’t get to call me that.”
“Rose,” Ron whispered. “I… I thought you could come over-“
“No,” she said, allowing Scorpius to pull her back. “No I refuse to stay with you. I don’t care if I’m supposed to spend a few weeks with you. Mum, can you get full custody of me?”
Hermione wanted to cry. On one hand, she was just as angry with Ron as Rose was. But she really didn’t want Rose to alienate her father. Ron really was a good man, temper aside. She hated being put in the middle of it but if her daughter was truly unhappy…
“Rose,” she started, only to be cut off by a hand from Draco.
“Rose, would you please allow me to speak with you privately?”
Rose glared daggers at Ron for opening his mouth to speak before nodding. “Okay Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco nodded his thanks and held out his arm for Rose to take. He motioned for Hermione to come with him as well. “Scorpius, please stay here and mind the little ones when they return?”
“Yes sir,” Scorpius said softly, knowing not to push.
“Weasley,” Draco said with a sneer. “If you can behave yourself…”
He didn’t finish the thought as he carefully led Rose away from the crowds and out of the building. Hermione trailed behind, wondering exactly what Draco was going to say. She was also slightly worried about Ron, who was huffing and puffing like a mountain troll. It was nice out at least. She held Ron back as Draco motioned for Rose to join him on a bench just outside the door.
“Rose, why are you so upset at your father’s behavior?”
Rose looked shocked. “Why wouldn’t I be upset? He’s acting like a… like a…”
“Like a Death Eater?” Draco said softly.
Rose nodded and then cringed. “I didn’t mean-“
“No, you did,” Draco said. “And you’d be right.”
Rose huffed. “Why does he have to be so horrible to you?”
Draco smirked. “I wasn’t exactly nice to him when we were your age.”
“You aren’t my age any longer,” she huffed. “You’ve both grown up. Well, you have. I’m starting to seriously doubt he has.”
Hermione quickly silenced and froze Ron with a wave of her wand. If things were going to be ironed out, then he’d have to behave himself to let Rose have her say. She’d learned a very long time ago that the quickest way to get Ron to listen was to spell him to something and hex him silent after his initial anger wore off. He’d gotten better over the years, but apparently Draco was still a touchy subject.
Draco chuckled. “Well done, Hermione. Now Rose, some things are harder to get over than others.”
Rose scoffed. “You’re over blood prejudice.”
Draco smirked. “Well obviously.”
Rose giggled. “See? I mean, why can’t he see that?”
“He chooses not to,” Draco said simply. “And we haven’t exactly been acquaintances through the years. To him, I’m still the bloody wanker who called his friend all sorts of nasty names, wished her dead on more than one occasion, and I might have accidentally almost killed him.”
Rose sighed. “I know. I was there for your trial, remember?”
Draco nodded. “I’m not proud of my past, Rose.”
“I know that,” Rose growled. “Mom told me how horrid you were. But she also said you changed. People can change, can’t they?”
“Of course they can,” Draco said softly. “I think I’m living proof of that.”
Rose nodded. “Then why can’t he change? He’s always doing this, flying off the bloody handle over some bloody stupid thing that shouldn’t matter.”
“Your language should,” Draco admonished and winked when Rose flushed scarlet. “But I do understand how you feel. But you should understand that your father cares for you very much and wishes to see that you’re protected.”
“From what, friends?”
Draco laughed. “Well, perhaps not, but maybe the heartache of hearing the dreadful things you heard at the beginning of the year. And I do apologize for that sweetheart.”
“You don’t have to,” Rose said softly. “Scorpius already has, does almost every day actually. He told me what it was like, how no one would say anything about it until you left. He… he said they told him you were weak, but I don’t see it. It takes someone very brave to be a spy.”
“Not as brave as you’d think,” Draco hedged. “But I had something to work for.”
Rose smiled and looked at Hermione. “You mean someone.”
Hermione jumped as Ron broke through her spells. “What utter shit,” he roared. “You just stood there you bloody coward. You stood there and let them torture her.”
Draco took a shaky breath and stood, motioning for Rose to stay put. “What choice did I have Weasley? One wrong move and I’d be dead in the dungeon with the lot of you. I had to do something you don’t seem to do very often. I had to think, prioritize. I could do a lot more alive than dead, so yes, I let them.”
“No you didn’t,” Hermione said, her voice shaking. “You didn’t. You… how?”
Draco’s jaw ticked as he looked at her. “It wasn’t anything you’d learn at Hogwarts.”
She rolled her eyes. “I figured it was dark, Draco. What did you do?”
“I…” he frowned, struggling with the words. “I transferred the pain. I only wish it would have worked on more than one curse at a time.”
“You… you what?” Hermione whispered.
“I couldn’t stand it,” Draco said sadly. “I couldn’t get you out of there but I couldn’t stand the thought of you hurting any more. So… so I cast it and gritted my teeth against the pain. It doesn’t take away the side effects of the curse though. And it can’t take away the pain of physically inflicted wounds.”
His eyes glanced down to her neck where the nearly invisible scar Bellatrix left still sat. She couldn’t get rid of it, having been made with a cursed blade. Her eyes watered. “And you sent the potion later because you knew.”
He nodded. “I knew how bad of shape you were in. I’m just glad they sprung you when they did.”
“What are you two talking about?” Ron growled.
Hermione rounded on him. “He didn’t just sit there and let them torture me Ron. He cast a spell to take away my pain. Didn’t you hear?”
“I heard the screams,” Ron insisted.
“He ordered me to scream,” Hermione said. “I didn’t understand why until I didn’t feel any pain. Don’t you see? There was no way we could have disarmed him as easily as we did. He helped the only way he could, by staying hidden.”
“The life of a spy is worse than the hero’s Weasley,” Draco said gravely. “You can’t save everyone as a spy. You have to constantly weigh the consequences. Is one life worth ten? Is a bit of information worth a life? Does floating someone tips on a regular basis on how to win make up for the fact that you’re letting them experience an overwhelming amount of pain? Just how much is a life worth Weasley? Is it a specific life or a random one? Would you say Potter’s life was more valuable than your own?”
“Yes,” Ron growled. “Harry was more important than me then.”
“And yet you left,” Draco said, his eyes boring into Ron’s. “You left because you thought it was too hard. You had some insane idea that Potter and Hermione had something going on. You abandoned your friends… because you were jealous.”
“What would you have done?” Ron growled. “I was tainted by a bloody soul fragment.”
“I would have stayed,” Draco snapped. “I was tainted by an evil megalomaniac and my father, who might actually be just as bad in some respects. I’ve lived a pampered life, Weasley. I won’t lie. But I’d refuse to leave my friends because times got tough. And I’ve lived with jealousy since I was very young. I was jealous that all the other children could run and play and get dirty and I had to stay perfectly still and be the perfect little son. I was jealous that an orphan boy deemed me unworthy to be his friend. I was jealous of anyone who had a real friend and not a parrot or body guard. And I was jealous because two boys took complete advantage of a brilliant girl who only wanted to fit in.”
“How dare-“
“No,” Draco growled. “You don’t get to point your finger at me, Weasley. You made fun of her so much when she first arrived at school that she cried a river in the loo. What, didn’t think I knew? I saw her Weasley. And I thought it was funny at the time because I was a brainwashed little twit, but I still felt bad for her. When you saved her from that bloody troll, you became thick as thieves didn’t you? I was jealous then because you practically had her doing your work for you. You took advantage of her knowledge whenever you didn’t feel like doing homework or thinking for yourself. Then you had the nerve to make fun of her for it!”
“You wished her dead!” Ron yelled.
“I did!” Draco snapped. “And I did because everyone told me she deserved it, though I didn’t understand why. And if I hadn’t felt that way, I’d be caned. I’m not a saint. Hell, I’m not really a good man. But don’t you ever accuse me of not realizing my mistakes. If I could go back, I’d change every one of them, every moment of every day until the end of the war. Well…” his eyes flickered over to Hermione’s. “Almost every moment.”
Hermione couldn’t stop the blush that crept along her neck and manifested high on her cheeks.
“What the bloody hell?” Ron gaped.
“You want to know why I hate you, Weasley?” Draco asked, his voice strained. “Because she married you. I told myself that as long as she found someone good enough for her, I would endure. But she married you. You didn’t even try. You just felt entitled to her, like being her friend for eight years somehow gave you the right to claim her. And once again, you took advantage of her and she settled. I imagine you had to work for the wife you have now. You didn’t just read her some stupid lines from a book and expect her to love you. I’d imagine it’s a much better marriage for it.”
“Why do you care?” Ron asked, his eyes a mask of confusion and anger.
“Because I had her first!” Draco yelled. “For one amazing moment in time she was mine. Only mine. And I couldn’t keep her. The only good thing that came out of letting her go was that beautiful young lady on that bench and my son, who is crazy about her. I care because I love her more than life itself… and you are hurting her with your idiotic behavior. Grow up, Weasley.”
Ron’s mouth hung open as Draco composed himself, breathing slowly to calm down. He sat on the bench by a trembling Rose and held her close. “I do ask that you try sweetheart. He does think he has your best interests at heart. I won’t order you to go, though. I think it’s something you need to do on your own.”
Rose nodded. “C-can I think about it?”
Hermione sighed and sat on the other side of Rose. “Of course sweetheart. I would never make you go if you didn’t want to.”
Rose wrinkled her nose. “Like football.”
“Right,” Hermione chuckled, remembering how badly Ron wanted Rose to play muggle football. But Rose had hated the idea from the get go and neither one had the heart to force her.
“We best head in,” Draco said. “Intermission is almost over.”
“Wait,” Ron whispered. “What do you mean first?”
Draco looked at him then, a look of pure loathing that Hermione imagined had been stored for years. It was the way she felt every time Astoria came into her sights.
“I shouldn’t need to explain that to you,” Draco said darkly. “But there is a reason she loves music boxes so much.”
Ron looked like he’d been punched in the gut. Hermione realized that he finally understood everything and she felt her stomach twist. Draco was stiff beside her, but his touch remained gentle, leading Rose through the crowds, making her way for her so she wouldn’t have to strain too hard. She was limping worse than earlier. As they watched the next piece, which the children mimicked sword fighting to, she couldn’t help but wonder how this would change things now.
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“I’m so sorry.”
Hermione looked up from her book in shock. Draco was leaning in the doorway and he looked horrible. There were worry lines on his forehead. His hair was messier than Harry’s and his clothes were askew. He’d been tugging on them again. She noticed he did that when he was distraught. Only when he was younger, it was to straighten them out. Now he was more inclined to take them off and play the piano, no doubt a left over coping mechanism from the war.
“Whatever for?”
“Losing my temper with Weasley.”
She sighed and put her book down, motioning for him to join her on the sofa. He did so reluctantly and she wondered if he thought she was about to hit him again. He flinched when she laid her head on his shoulder but slowly lifted his arm to put around her, letting her head hit his chest. She knew it had to have taken a lot for him to apologize to her so she decided to go easy on him.
“It’s pretty easy to do.”
“I sounded like a petulant three year old,” he groaned. “And I managed to tell him just about everything about us.”
“Hardly,” she said. “But perhaps he needed to hear it. For years he’s acted like he still has a say in my actions. This time he let it bleed over into Rose’s life. Maybe he needed the reality check.”
“I’m sorry Rose didn’t go with them.”
“It’s still too fresh. She has her father’s temper but my logic. She realizes when she needs to step back and think about things.”
“Well, Scorpius is trying his damnedest to keep her mind off of things.”
“Where are they anyway?”
He smirked. “Jonathan conned them into brewing babbling beverage.”
“Oh good heavens.”
“Well, he actually managed to talk Rose out of a laugh-inducing potion. Said the last time they’d tried it, Snape took all their toys for a week.”
“Oh goodness!”
He chuckled. “They merely learned not to tell the littlest one what they were up to. He only told because they took his favorite book and hid it. Slytherins to the core, the lot of them.”
She shook her head. “It seems so odd, sitting here in Snape’s guest house.”
“It’s actually my home away from home,” he said, stretching back against the couch. “But I’m glad I could share it with you, if only a little while.”
“When do you have to be back?”
“Astoria’s first scheduled visit is tomorrow evening, so we’ll need to leave here in the morning.”
She hummed. “It seems we never have any time together.”
“Well, we have some time now,” he hedged, rubbing the tip of his nose against her neck. “If you aren’t too terribly angry with me.”
“I’m not angry,” she said with a sigh. “I’m disappointed, mostly in him, but I’m not angry.”
“I meant what I said,” he said suddenly, pulling back. “I do love you.”
She smiled. “I love you too.”
“It’s kind of silly, isn’t it? To love each other so much. We hardly know each other. We haven’t even spent more than a few hours together. But I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you more.”
She gave him a wicked smirk. “I think you’re just horny.”
“Then I’ve been horny for damned near fifteen years,” he growled, nipping her ear lobe.
She moaned softly but pushed back at him. “May-maybe we should get to know each other first… before we do this.”
He groaned and sat back, smacking the back of his head on the couch, covering his eyes with his arm. “Okay then. What’s your favorite color?”
She giggled. “Blue. You’re really okay with this?”
“No,” he drawled, “but I’m not about to force the issue on you. I’ve been entertaining myself just fine for years. I can wait a little longer.”
“You really want me?”
He scoffed. “What’s not to want?”
She played with the seam on the arm of the sofa. “I’m not the same girl I was back then.”
He hummed. “I know that. You’re an adult now, a mother, an ex-wife, and a passionate Ministry worker. You think I haven’t kept up with you?”
“I… I kept up with you too. But what if we’re just fooling ourselves? What if we aren’t compatible?”
“Sounds like you’re ready to give up before we’ve gotten started,” he said darkly.
“No… I … I just… I don’t know.”
He sighed and dropped his arm, looking over at her. “You aren’t the only one who is scared, love.”
“Really?”
He nodded and reached over to pull her into his arms again, burying his face against her neck. “You’ve been my Venus since I was sixteen. And now I finally have a chance to have you again. You think that isn’t terrifying?”
She laughed sadly. “We’re a right mess.”
“Yep.”
“So what’s your favorite color?”
He smiled into her neck. “Believe it or not, blue.”
“Liar.”
“No really. I’m partial to silver and green and black but I really love blue. It’s a tranquil color, something I didn’t have near enough of as a child.”
She hummed. “Favorite food?”
“Chocolate.”
“What a coincidence,” she said with a laugh.
“Well, seems we have more in common than a piano and a few songs after all.”
Hermione sighed as he kissed her neck. Who was she kidding? She wanted him so badly her stomach ached. Her knickers were soaked and her nipples were so hard it was painful when she shifted. As he dropped a few more kisses down her neck and shoulder, she decided to give up all pretenses of resistance. He pulled back so suddenly she squeaked.
“I’m going to go take a cold shower,” he said, gently pushing her off of him.
“Wait,” she whispered.
“That’s what I’m doing,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
Her eyes traveled down to his crotch where his impressive erection was tenting his trousers. She blushed like a school girl but put a hand on his chest when he went to get up. Her logical mind clicked off completely. For once, she was thinking with her heart, and she wanted him, all of him.
“Hermione-“
“Stop,” she whispered. “Stop moving.”
He frowned and looked at her in concern. “Are you alright?”
She stared into his eyes for long moments, getting lost in their depths. She saw so much in them, lust, caring… love. But she was still scared. At least he’d said he was scared too. She thought to what Snape had said. She did know him, sort of. He tried very hard to be a good father. He had a level head most of the time. He’d tried to speak sensibly with Rose. And he was thoughtful, something she knew from years of amazing music boxes. No one else could have given her such perfect gifts. He’d done his research. After all, she’d never told him her birthday. Would it be so bad to try?
“Hermione, you are scaring me.”
She smiled then. “That makes two of us. This… this isn’t just sex, is it?”
His brow furrowed. “It was never just sex.”
She nodded. Somehow, she’d known that. But she had to hear it. He leaned forward and gave her the sweetest of kisses on her lips. It brought her back to his goodbye, but this didn’t feel the same. This was hello, a beginning. She pulled back, needing to know.
“We’re really going to try?”
He smirked. “Yes. Now shush. You think too much.”
“But I want more than a shag on a couch, Draco.”
His face fell, becoming deadly serious. “I want it all, Hermione. I want to take you on dates and show you everything I have to offer. I want you as my wife. I want to see your stomach rounded with my children. I want to share in every accomplishment you have. I want to grow old with you, watch our children grow old, play with our grandchildren. I. Want. It. All.”
She blinked back tears. “What-“ she cleared her throat. “What if you don’t like the person I’ve become?”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” he said. “But if we end up parting ways, at least we had each other for a moment or two. We’ll be able to say that we tried. And I promise you I’ll never regret it.”
“Your father?”
He growled. “Bloody bastard can burn for all I care.”
“Draco,” she breathed.
“I mean it. He’s ruined my life for the last time.”
“You need him to lift the curse.”
His eyes darkened. “There are ways to get around it. I haven’t wanted to explore them but I’m sick and tired of waiting. Besides, with Astoria out of the picture, I’m sure he’s trying everything in his power to ensure I can’t be happy.”
“You… you’re going to do something illegal, aren’t you?”
“Not illegal per se. I told you before, Hermione. I’m not a nice man. And I am dark when I need to be. I know you hate it but I can’t change who I am. I’m a bloody bastard most of the time but I promise you this. I would never do anything to hurt you or our children.”
“Rose isn’t your child,” she whispered.
“She will be if you’d allow it,” he said softly. “I would never try to replace her father, but I would be the best step-father I could be. She’ll be my family. And with the exception of my father, you know how far I’d go to protect my family.”
“You’ll go to Azkaban if you try to kill him.”
He smirked evilly. “Who said anything about killing him?”
“What?”
Draco sat back and looked hard into her eyes. “Severus has been helping me find an escape for years and I believe we finally have one… no murder involved.”
“But it’s dark,” she said softly.
He nodded. “We’re dark wizards love, and we always will be.”
She nodded, trying to decide how she felt about that. On one hand, she knew that about him from the beginning. If she was honest with herself, she was sort of attracted to it. What girl didn’t love a bad boy? But was she willing to look the other way while he performed some dark ritual that could have ramifications he hadn’t thought about? Could she live with herself, knowing that they’d done something to Lucius? And once she’d come to that question, the answer scared her more than she thought it should. She’d wished death on the old Death Eater more than once. And this time, she didn’t have a problem with him getting his just deserts. Did that make her dark as well?
“Hey,” Draco said softly, cuffing her chin. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’ve done my homework. The only thing that could go wrong won’t affect you.”
“Me,” she said hollowly. “Not you.”
“Won’t affect me either,” he mumbled. “But Lucius will die if it goes wrong.”
“And they’ll throw you in Azkaban.”
“They won’t be able to prove anything, but I worry for my mother’s health. She does love him, though I’m not sure why.”
“What will happen to him?”
“A shift in attitude.”
“Oh?”
Draco grinned evilly. “An irreversible one… one that will ensure the curse lifted.”
She nodded, thinking it over again. She was still scaring herself because she couldn’t bring herself to care beyond the consequences of using dark magic. “Something is wrong with me,” she muttered.
“No,” Draco said softly. “Not all Dark Magic means evil. It just means that you must be very careful with it. I learned that the hard way. Severus managed to still be a good wizard in the end, didn’t he?”
“I suppose.”
“Then trust me… just this once.”
She was silent for a very long time, weighing her options. She glanced up at him. “You won’t tell me when or how?”
“Not if you don’t want to know.”
“I don’t.”
“I’ll never breathe another word of it.”
“I want a date,” she said, trying to move past it.
He grinned. “Say the word and I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
She frowned. “I want to go to Diagon Alley and eat in that cute little Italian place without fear of what the papers say or the problems it would create.”
He nodded and pulled her close. “Sounds perfect. I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen. But for now, how about Venice? We can eat actual Italian and take a gondola ride while someone serenades us badly. We can watch the sunset on St. Mark’s square before we go back to the hotel and sleep in the same bed without worrying about anyone finding us.”
“That sounds amazingly sappy,” she said, giggling. “But wonderful.”
“A little birdy told me you were a hopeless romantic.”
“I’ll kill Andrei,” she growled.
“Oh, why? He’s proved very useful.”
“Mm, hmm.”
“He has,” Draco said. “I rather like the poof.”
“Hey!”
“What? He’s a poof.”
“That’s mean.”
“Not if he’s an actual poof.”
“And you are an arse.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
“Ugh,” she groaned and he laughed.
Before she realized what he was doing, he had his hands on her sides and was tickling her for all he was worth. She struggled to get out of his clutches and ended up landing in the floor, him on top of her. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with him to stop.
“Say you’ll go to Venice with me and I’ll stop,” he said, digging into a rib and making her squirm.
“Th-that’s b-blackmail.”
“Slytherin,” he countered, tickling her under her arm.
“F-fine, f-fine! I’ll go to bloody Venice with you!”
“Done,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. “Now we just need a babysitter.”
“Babysitter?” She said, pushing his hands off her and holding them in hers.
He nodded. “I don’t trust those two to behave themselves for more than a few hours.”
She sighed. “Rose is supposed to spend a few weeks with Ron.”
“I’ll not leave Scorpius at home, too dangerous.”
She bit her lip. “Let me talk to Jennifer.”
He frowned. “Weasel’s wife?”
She huffed. “His name is Ron. And yes, his wife. Jennifer’s good for him. Maybe if he sees how wonderful Scorpius is, he’ll change his mind.”
“After that absolute drivel Scorpius spouted at the beginning of the year?”
“He’s changed, Draco. You should trust your son more.”
“Oh, I do. I just don’t trust the red headed git.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Maybe you should grow up too.”
He sighed and pulled his hands away, placing them on each side of her head. He leaned over just inches away from her face. “I will never like the git. But… I can be civil.”
“That’s all I ask.”
He nodded and swooped down for another kiss. This one was more heated and she moaned into it. Her body was on fire. How on earth did he manage to turn her on with a single kiss? She’d kissed several men but none had given her the same thrill. He pulled back and placed another soft peck on her lips before getting up and sitting on the couch. He looked so sexy, his hair slightly mussed and his breathing labored.
“Sod it,” she growled, launching herself at him, attacking his neck.
“W-wait,” he stammered, trying to push her back but she wouldn’t be moved. “You said-“
“Fuck what I said,” she snapped. “I’ve been waiting for this since sixth year.”
He groaned when she ripped his shirt open. The pinging sound of buttons flying every which way satisfying. The vest he wore underneath was not. She wanted it gone. Now. She practically tore the shirt from his body before yanking the vest up and over his head. He didn’t even protest. His pupils were blown with lust as his hands found her waist, making their way up her shirt. She took a moment to study his chest and abs, noting that he was still fit. Actually, he looked like he could model for Playwitch, the faint silver scar from Harry’s curse and the faded pink Dark Mark the only things marring his beautiful skin.
“Like what you see?” he panted.
She smirked. “Nice.”
He growled when she latched on to his nipple, his hands fisting in her blouse before snatching it off her body. The sounds of ripping material didn’t faze her in the lease. But when he snapped her bra off, she shivered. The warmth of his hands was a sharp contrast to the chill in the air. She had no idea why Snape kept his home so bloody cold but she was certainly enjoying the sensations. Before she could reciprocate, she was flat on her back on the couch, his mouth attached to her nipple. His other hand tweaked and pulled the other, working her into a writhing mass of want.
“I-I thought you said you hadn’t been with another woman,” she panted.
He smirked. “I haven’t. But I do read… and men love sharing techniques.”
“You… you better not tell anyone about us.”
He chuckled. “No. This is just between us.” He nipped at the soft tissue under her breast. “And it was interesting to hear Pansy screech at Blaise when he took my suggestion to bite her toes.”
“You… you made stuff up?”
He grinned and bit at the other breast, making her moan. “No, read it in a magazine. But her feet are dreadfully ticklish and I owed her.”
“Slytherin.”
“You know it.”
She couldn’t think to talk anymore as he latched onto her nipple again. His other hand wandered down her stomach to undo her skirt and tug it down. The cool air on her damp knickers made her gasp. As his fingers caressed her lips outside her knickers, her mind hurdled back into the past, to their first time together. It had been hurried and frantic and perfect, but they had plenty of time now. She wanted to explore him as well. With more energy than she thought she could muster, she pushed him backwards. He landed on his bum, wide eyed and panting.
“Sorry?”
She smirked. “My turn.”
His jaw dropped open in a very un-Malfoy like way when she crawled up his legs and undid his trousers. She thought the way he gasped and bucked as she touched him was quite endearing. At least she knew he was still turned on by her. It was a strange thought, that they’d only had sex twice, once with other people. They were still nearly virgins and that idea thrilled her to no end.
“No,” he whimpered when she jerked his trousers off and reached for his pants.
She frowned. “Y-you don’t want to?”
“Oh I want,” he breathed. “But I won’t last a minute if you do that.”
She cocked her head and grinned, peeling his pants off of him. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“But-“
She wanted to shout in victory when he sucked in a sharp breath. All she’d done was touch him and he was mute. She’d wanted to do this their first time, but he’d pulled her off, obviously not wanting to go off like a rocket. Only back then, they really didn’t have that much time. Now… now she could drive him insane and not worry about the repercussions. The children were off brewing, Snape was brewing, and Penelope was tending to the baby. They were alone.
She suppressed a laugh of delight and continued caressing his cock with her fingertips. He was quite large, larger than Ron anyway. She knew he could fill her completely. It thrilled her each time she ran her fingers over the ridges of his cock, making it jump. The tip was almost purple with arousal and leaking precum steadily. She leaned forward and lapped at the liquid, sampling the flavor. It was tangy, salty, and the texture was weird, but not horrible.
“Aaah,” Draco cried, yanking her head away as she went to lick again. “No more.”
She fluttered her eyes as seductively as she could. “Do you really mean that?” He groaned and smacked his head on the sofa again. She chuckled. “Didn’t think so.”
“No,” he moaned, burying his hands in her hair as she blew on his member. “I… I want… inside…”
“Shhh,” she said. “Let me. Please?”
“Y-you want this?”
She nodded. “I wanted to the first time.”
He blinked at her rather stupidly. “I… I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it,” she said before plunging her mouth down over him.
His yell of pleasure made her soak her knickers completely. His hands tightened almost painfully in her hair but strangely enough, it turned her on even more. She wondered what else she’d discover about herself if they kept this up. She pulled off him with a soft pop, making him whine in disappointment. He looked so beautiful. His mouth hung slightly open, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. She admired the way his hair fell over his face, partly obscuring it.
She got a wicked idea and dug through their tattered clothes to find her wand. He gave her a questioning glance and she merely smirked before casting the spell Ginny had raved about for weeks. Her throat went numb and her airway opened up. Then, with the sexiest look she could muster, she swallowed his cock until she hit the base.
“Holy fuck,” Draco cried. “What the fuck?”
She released him and grinned. “No gag reflex. Pretty great, huh?”
“Uuunnnh,” was all he got out as she sucked him steadily.
His hold tightened even further, his hips bucking up of their own accord. He was making the most lewd sounds and she wondered if there was a puddle where she was kneeling. It was such a turn on, watching him lose it. Was that what men bragged about, turning women into jelly? She pulled back to let him breathe a moment and prolong the pleasure.
“How-,” he panted, gasping for air several times before he managed to string a few words together. “How did you know that spell?”
She smirked. “Women talk too.”
“Shit,” he whispered.
She laughed and swallowed him down again, listening to his guttural groans. She never thought she’d enjoy it so much. His hands started tugging her off, his muscles straining to keep from moving too much. She hummed and he yanked her head back, shuddering when the tip audibly popped out of her lips. He looked like he was in pain.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, laying her head on his thigh, her breath ghosting over his slick member.
“I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you,” he said quietly, trying to calm down.
She shook her head. “The spell keeps you from it. I can’t choke… on anything. Just… just let go.”
“What?”
She smiled. “Let go. Let me see you.”
He looked conflicted and she wondered if he didn’t understand what she was asking. She wanted to see total abandonment. He had kept that cold Malfoy mask in place for years and she wanted it shattered. She wondered if he trusted her enough to let it completely down. He’d been more than open before now. Finally, he leaned down and planted a fierce kiss on her lips before releasing her and nodding.
She decided she’d had enough teasing and sucked him with zealousness. He groaned and bucked his hips, making her nose bump his pubic bone. One of his hands threaded through her hair again, guiding her, but not roughly. She reached up to fondle his balls, remembering what Ginny had told her about it, squeezing slightly before reaching further back and rubbing his perineum. She heard his choked cry and shuddered, knowing he was close.
“S-st-st… gonna,”
She hummed and nodded, letting him know it was okay. The hum sent him over, his hips bucking wildly as he came with a feral growl, her name on his lips. She marveled over the efficiency of the spell, which allowed her to swallow and still breathe without a problem. After the last few weak thrusts, she pulled back, licking him clean and ending the spell. His eyes were closed as she rose, studying him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful. Had he ever felt like that before?
Then his eyes shot open. The lust burning bright in them made her freeze. Before she could register anything, she was lying on the sofa completely naked, him kneeling between her legs and feasting. He was more ardent than last time, almost forcing her moans from her throat. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever envisioned as his tongue penetrated her over and over, only to be replaced by a long digit. She whimpered when he pulled back and grinned.
His wand flew out of his trouser pocket into his hand. “You aren’t the only one with clever tricks.”
Her eyes widened as he cast a spell on his tongue and then licked her clit. It was vibrating! She shouted in surprise, her hips bucking reflexively, simultaneously trying to get away and closer to the intense sensations. He chuckled darkly and removed his finger from her core, replacing it with his tongue. She moaned at the feeling of the lithe muscle lapping at her walls. But when he nosed over her clit, she went over, her entire body shaking in pleasure. But he didn’t let up, quickly coaxing her into a second orgasm that left her shrieking and clawing at the cushions. She tried to push him away but he merely grabbed her hands and pinned them to the sofa.
“Please,” she begged, not really sure if she was pleading for him to stop or keep going.
“Please what?” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice combined with his tongue making her buck and writhe.
“I… I don’t know.”
It was all so new. She’d never pushed herself this far before. She was confused and aroused and high on emotions. Her muscles were completely wrung out and yet she wanted more. It wasn’t like this before. Before it was about connecting, feeling something good for once. Now it was reconnecting, but driven by unadulterated lust. And she couldn’t keep up.
“I want you,” he breathed, licking her clit again and sending small shock waves through her core.
“I-I’m here.”
“I want all of you,” he whispered, quickly canceling the charm on his tongue and kissing her deeply.
She tasted herself on his lips and decided that it wasn’t bad at all. He deepened the kiss and she surrendered, allowing him full access. She cried out into his mouth when he dipped a finger into her channel again, massaging her oversensitive muscles. He pulled away and stared at her for a moment before pointing his wand at her stomach with a questioning look. She nodded, noticing that he was once again hard as a rock, the leaking tip bobbing up and down with his heavy breaths. He cast the contraception charm and dropped back down, kissing her again, his finger questing in and out of her channel. She mewled her disappointment when he pulled his finger out but gasped as it was replaced by something much bigger.
“Gods, Hermione,” he gasped. “I’ve waited for this moment forever.”
She gave him a watery smile. “Me too.”
Slowly, so very slowly, he entered her, hissing in pleasure. She winced, his girth stretching her uncomfortably. He was bigger than any little toy she’d managed to collect and she found herself having to breathe deeply to relax. If she didn’t know better, she’d say it was her first time all over again.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he hissed through his teeth. “I think you’re tighter, even.”
“No,” she gasped as he slid in to the hilt. “You’re bigger.”
He huffed a laugh and kissed her again, softly and slowly, enjoying the moment. She felt so full and she loved his weight pressing down on her. It was comforting, another thing she hadn’t expected to feel. Would it always be like this? She stopped thinking when he pulled back, hissing again. It felt amazing and she couldn’t help but moan in delight. He kept the same pace, slow and steady, just enjoying the feeling. His face was completely unguarded, a look of awe in his eyes. She felt tears leaking down her face from the relief that flooded through her. She’d been waiting for this for years and it was finally happening.
She lost track of time as he continued his slow movements. Each thrust made her core clench around him, frizzles of pleasure soaring through her. It wasn’t enough to send either one of them over but she didn’t care. They were finally together. Too soon though, she could feel the fatigue in his muscles from the strain of holding back.
“Let go,” she whispered, moving her hips to meet his.
He broke, thrusting hard and fast. His breath came in short pants and she found she was breathless as well. But then he reached down and rubbed her clit and she felt a spark jolt straight to her core, radiating out and up her spine. Her toes curled and her walls clamped down on him. He cried out in pleasure, her orgasm sending him over immediately. He jerked erratically, moaning her name before he finally collapsed, barely keeping his weight off of her by his elbows.
It was an awkward scoot so he could rest beside her. She placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, noting that his blond locks were sticking to his forehead. He raised a tired arm and draped it around her, pulling her to rest under his chin. It was nice, just resting beside him, and somehow even more intimate. She wondered what it would feel like to be able to sleep with him just like that, enveloped in his arms. As her eyes fluttered closed, she allowed herself to dream of how it would be… no Lucius, no curse, and no public trying to butt in… just bliss. And music. Such pretty music.

AN: I swear, trying to paste these chapters is an undertaking. Anyway, here's the next chapter. It probably isn't up to par. The stomach flu combined with some really bad news has kind of made my Muse balk. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep them coming. Until next time... love you guys.
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