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Tuition Money	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 53031 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A.N. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and thank you for reading!
@Malfoy’sgirl: Hermione’s world has been turned upside down by the war. Her parents and some friends, who should love her unconditionally, have turned on her, while those she thought would never be friends understand her struggle. Thanks for the lovely review.
@ ilariasantaniello : Se avete letto i miei altri fics , sai faccio di attendere i bit sexy maggior parte del tempo , ma mi sento come una gran parte della loro relazione in questa storia ha a che fare con la loro grande chimica . Grazie per la recensione !
@ Naughty_megs: Thanks!
@Victoria: Hermione’s definitely been taken for granted by her friends, but Draco and his friends might provide her with some of what’s she’s missing. I’m glad you liked the lemons. My, they take me hours to write! Lol!
@staar: Awesome! I’m glad you enjoyed the juicy bits.
@Trelweny: Your review was spot on. The main source of friction between D and H will be the quid pro quo relationship they have. She also has terrible self-esteem and continually finds it hard to believe he’d want her without all the strings attached. Thanks for the lovely review.
@sherlocked17: Yes, give me some smut pointers! It takes me forever to write lemony goodness. :)
@HarryGinny4eva: You’re absolutely right, infatuation is not the same as knowing and liking someone. I think Draco has only begun to understand the issues that plague Hermione, as she is good at hiding them from the world. He’s got better coping skills than she does and he’ll help her learn to deal with her new reality. Thanks for the review!
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Dear Hermione,
If you ever cared about me as your friend, you’ll give up this foolish thing you have going with Malfoy. He’s been horrid to you, me and Ron for years and for some reason you think he actually wants to be with you? He’s using you, Hermione! Don’t forget who your real friends are.
Harry
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Dear Hermione,
The Ferret? Huh. Since you’re the smartest person I know, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. If you think he’s different, he probably is. I’m glad to hear he’s been good to you. You deserve it, Mione.
Love,
Ron
p.s. Hi, it’s Lavender! Ooh, Malfoy’s hot! Details, pleeaasse!
(Gross! –Ron)
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Dear Hermione,
Like an ecosystem, a relationship needs different types to balance and flourish. You are courageous, brilliant, and lost while Draco Malfoy is adaptable, astute and determined. I think you two will be good together.
Malfoy and I had an understanding the year the Carrows terrorized Hogwarts. He’d warn me before those two would do something horrible and that allowed the remaining members of the D.A. to protect the vulnerable students. I saw him suffer under the weight of Voldemort’s regime, as much as any of us. He did what he could in his own way.
Send him my regards.
Your friend,
Neville
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Hermione,
So, is it true? Is he a sex god? Harry’s pissed at you, but I think you need someone like Malfoy. He’ll change it up for you, that’s for sure! You deserve a hot boyfriend to spoil you rotten.
Hugs,
Ginny
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Well. Hermione truthfully had no idea how her friends might react to her news, but overall they had surprised her. Unfortunately, Harry had reacted exactly as she had expected. After their affair, it had almost seemed to Hermione that he was unhappy with her. He didn’t want to be with her, but he didn’t want anyone else to want her either.
Hermione suspected both she and Harry suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She internalized her fear and anger, becoming depressed and suffering from low self esteem, while Harry, who had always been volatile, became outwardly sullen and angry when those around him didn’t behave as he wanted them to. Previously, Hermione didn’t have the resources to seek counseling, but perhaps now that she had some extra Galleons, she could find a Muggle psychologist who specialized in PTSD.
Ironically, moving into Malfoy’s flat had helped her feel more herself than she had in months. He had some annoying habits, but overall they shared more qualities than not. He studied almost as much as she did, he liked to read, his cooking was quite good and he was neat and organized. And he was hot. Really, stinkin’ hot and for some bizarre reason seemed to find her attractive as well. Hermione was still waiting for him to turn on her, but so far he gave no indication that he wanted to humiliate or hurt her.
Hermione sipped a cup of hot cocoa while reading her letters.
“What did they say?”
“Everyone but Harry was supportive. Ginny and Lavender think you’re hot,” she said with a laugh.
Draco grinned. “I am.”
“Nice, Malfoy. Very humble. Um, Neville mentioned what you did during the war for the D.A. members.” Hermione noticed Draco seemed almost shy about what she’d said regarding the D.A.
“He respects you, Malfoy. His letter was actually quite sweet,” Hermione said, handing him the note.
Draco read it, then sat next to her at the breakfast bar.
“Is there more hot cocoa?”
“I’ll make you a cup.” Hermione walked to the ice box to retrieve the milk.
“Thanks, Granger.” The pair was quiet while Hermione prepared his drink.
Hermione set a steaming mug of sweet, thick cocoa in front of her flatmate.
“After I let the Death Eaters into the school sixth year, no one wanted anything to do with me. I can hardly blame them. One night when I knew the Carrows were planning on torturing a second year Muggle-born, I saw Longbottom walking the halls. I told him what I knew. He studied me, I suppose to see if I was lying, then nodded and walked away. I found out later he’d been able to hide the boy in the Room of Requirement. After that, when I knew something bad was going to happen, I warned Longbottom.”
Hermione watched Draco drink his cocoa. He looked guilty and sad. She knew he had been a sacrificial lamb for the Death Eaters. It was a wonder he’d survived the war. But she couldn’t absolve him of his sins and didn’t want to. He’d have to come to terms with his actions in his own time.
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Hermione made her way to the student union for lunch with Malfoy. She wore a pair of wide-leg black slacks with a purple boatneck top. The lustrous pearl earrings adorned her ears. She wore her hair in a ballerina bun at the top of her head. The part of her that eschewed fashion and vanity thought the wardrobe Malfoy had gifted her was unnecessary, but the other part of her loved looking and feeling good about her appearance. She never would have spent extra money on new clothes, but she understood Malfoy’s reasons for wanting her to improve her pitiful wardrobe.
She entered the area they had agreed to meet and found a table. Malfoy had said he’d pick up lunch for them. Hermione turned after hearing raised voices. What she saw made her feel sick. Draco was surrounded by five men at wand point. Since the students at the university left her alone, she had assumed he was left alone as well. Clearly he was not.
Hermione walked over to the group, making her way to Draco’s side. She wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek.
“Hey, love. I haven’t met your friends,” she said with a bright, smile. She looked at the man who appeared to be the leader of the group. “We haven’t met. I’m Hermione Granger.”
The tall, lanky wizard stared at her, recognition dawning on his features. He immediately pocketed his wand.
“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger. Have a good lunch,” the offending wizard said, motioning to his cohorts to retreat.
She waited for a moment, then whispered, “Home?”
“Yeah,” he said with a strained voice.
Hermione took his hand in hers and led him out of the building.
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As soon as they reached the flat, Draco made his way to the master bedroom and closed the door. A couple of minutes later, Hermione heard the shower water hitting the marble tile. It was clear he needed some time to himself. While they had been getting to know each other, they were by no means confidants.
Hermione didn’t like to miss class, but she wanted to make sure Draco was okay. He seemed rattled by what had transpired. She knew if he had retaliated against the other wizards, the blame would have fallen on him, no matter who started it. She understood his ego wouldn’t appreciate her interference, but she’d have done the same thing for any of her friends.
After half an hour, Draco made his way to the kitchen. His wet hair was pushed off of his face. He wore a loose pair of khaki pants and a sweater.
“Can I make you a sandwich?” Hermione offered.
“Yes, please.”
He sat at the kitchen island and watched her put together two ham and swiss cheese sandwiches. She poured two glasses of pumpkin juice while the sandwiches toasted.
“You look nice today,” he said, admiring her small waist.
She turned to him. “Oh. Thank you, Draco.”
He warmed at the use of his given name. It was obvious to him she was still somewhat wary of his intentions, but he was making headway.
She set their food and drinks down and sat next to Draco. They ate quietly for a few moments before he gathered the courage to talk to her.
“It’s been a few months since my last attack. I was under the impression that I was under the radar at the university.”
“Are you upset I intervened?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m embarrassed, but not upset. If it had been one or two attackers, I would have been fine, but not against five.”
“True,” she murmured. There were questions swirling through her head about the other attacks and how he dealt with them, but if she knew anything about men it was that they didn’t like to be badgered with questions before they had time to process.
Hermione gathered their dishes and gave them a quick Scourgify before putting them away. She turned and saw Draco stifling a yawn. After a stressful encounter, she often found herself tired by the interaction.
“You should have a quick kip,” she gently suggested.
“Would you join me?” After the past few weeks of living with Hermione, he’d learned he was relaxed by her presence. It wasn’t that she catered to him or fed his ego, but she was thoughtful and seemed appreciative of his kind gestures. Their arrangement was unusual, but would she have given him a chance otherwise? He didn’t think so.
She nodded and followed him to the bedroom.
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“Why do you comb your fingers through my hair?”
Every time his fingers made their way through her thick tresses, Draco was reminded of sitting behind her in class and wanting to reach out and pull one of her curls.
“It’s much silkier than I imagined. Does it bother you?”
“Well, no, it’s actually quite nice. But you used to mock my hair all the time.”
“I was a prick,” he murmured.
She was spooned against his body and he pulled her closer. The hand over her waist moved under her thin t-shirt and rubbed circles over the soft skin of her stomach. He wanted to take comfort in her body and forget the events of the day.
Draco tugged her arm, getting her to turn and face him. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her palms rested on his pectorals, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. Their tongues played, stroking, massaging, suckling. Hermione gasped when his finger lightly touched between her legs.
“I want to kiss you here,” he said, his finger continuing it’s light path over her center.
She was silent for a moment. “If you want to,” she acquiesced.
“Has anyone ever kissed your lovely pussy?” he asked, his finger adding pressure to her moistened core.
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. Her eyes were closed in an attempt to keep her composure.
“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“I want you to.” He was not only going to see her, but touch her and taste her. She had agreed to give him access to her body, so she could rationalize that this was part of the deal. Curiosity and lust were the real factors in her positive response to Draco.
“Can I undress you?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said throatily. “Will you…um…I would feel…can you disrobe as well?”
Fuck yes.
They sat up, helping each other out of their clothes. Hermione admired Draco’s lightly muscled body and his smooth chest. A trail of hair disappeared into his boxer shorts. His legs were long with a light sprinkling of hair. Evidence of the war was present on his body, from Harry’s Sectumsempra scar to what appeared to be the aftermath from a vicious whipping. Her own body was scarred with Bellatrix’s cuts into her arm and neck, as well as Dolohov’s curse from the Department of Mysteries.
On this cloudy afternoon, Hermione wore a dark purple satin bra and knickers set. Since he had chosen her underpinnings, it was a pleasure for him to see her adorned in them. The demi-cups of the bra made her breasts sit high and round on her chest.
He reached out and pulled her toward him by the waist. She kneeled between his legs facing him. Her hands wound around his neck, bringing them face to face. Draco nuzzled her neck, eliciting mewling sounds from Hermione. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts to his inquisitive hands. He hefted the weights in his hands and used his thumbs to thrum her nipples. She arched her back, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and neck.
“Gods, Draco!” she cried out when he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His fingers plucked at the other nipple, then he switched breasts causing her to moan.
Merlin, she makes the most delicious sounds.
Hermione was responsive to his touches and he happily continued to fondle her pink tips. When he sucked a bit harder, she moaned loudly and her nails bit into his shoulders. Her hips were rocking and she arched her back before attacking his mouth in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, she was flushed and her eyes were glassy.
“Did you just come?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes,” she said faintly. “It’s never happened that way.”
He pushed her into a lying position and caged her body in with his arms.
“Your body is like the best bloody present I’ve ever opened,” he growled before he began kissing his way down to her sopping core.
Hermione closed her eyes and let herself get absorbed in the sensation of Draco’s mouth on her body. She’d had orgasms with Harry, but since she wasn’t deeply aroused by him, the orgasms were somewhat infrequent. Draco was a different story. She’d always thought he was handsome, but the reverence with which he regarded her body made her feel uninhibited.
She opened her eyes when she felt his breath on her belly. His fingers toyed with the elastic of her knickers, then nudged her bottom so he could pull her knickers off.
She held her breath as she was exposed to him. His hot breath washed over her core and then she felt his warm wet tongue exploring her labia. He licked her tight entrance as if he was French kissing her pussy.
Hermione was in a haze of pleasure. Draco was so warm and solid between her legs. His platinum hair tickled her thighs, adding to the sensations of his tongue and nose nuzzling near her clit. He pushed a finger into her needy channel and began to stroke her pearl with his mouth.
“Oh, Gods,” she cried when he added a second finger.
Draco pumped in and out of her wet body while his mouth sucked at her tight bundle of nerves. Her hips undulated against his mouth and after a few seconds he felt her stiffen.
“Draco!” she keened as her body clenched in pleasure.
Draco continued to allow her to ride out her orgasm until she pushed his head away from her body.
“Come here,” she purred, opening her arms to him. He crawled over her, lowering himself into her waiting arms.
They kissed, mingling their mouths and her tart juices. Hermione could feel his erection pushing into her belly.
He must be in agony!
She reached between them and began to stroke his cock, which was still covered by his boxers. He kissed her roughly, thrusting into her hand. Breaking the kiss, he gave a shout and came. Hermione continued to stroke him until he stilled. He rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms.
“Thank you,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She giggled. “I should be thanking you. That was bloody fabulous.”
The afternoon light was beginning to wane as they lay together, enjoying the comfort of being in each other’s arms.
“You’re not what I had expected,” she murmured against his chest.
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It’s neither,” she said with a small shrug. “I didn’t know what this arrangement would be like for me.”
He frowned. It had seemed she was happier in the past few weeks than he’d seen her in months. Perhaps she was making the best of the situation.
“Are you unhappy?”
“No…it’s hard for me to understand why you’ve been so good to me. Will you be honest when you’re ready for me to go?”
I’m not letting you go.
“Yeah. Of course.”
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