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The Best Of...	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13807 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Two owls approached the stately manor. Recent events left their mark in myriad ways — a garden that needed a bit of attention, paths that could use a good sweeping, windows that could use a thorough washing on the outside, None of this deterred the birds as they delivered their priority posts.

Inside the stately home, the two addressee retrieved the letters without a thought to gentleness for the owls and without rewarding them for their service. Thus the creeping shabbiness increasingly apparent in the formerly elegant home increased when the birds left rather large organic “deposits” on the marble front door steps.

On two different floors in two different rooms the recipients of the correspondences expressed two entirely different sentiments concerning the identical contents of the letters. The elder, being the more experienced in the ways of the world, sighed with grim acceptance; this outcome was not unexpected given the subject’s decline in status and influence in the wizarding world. The younger, however, exploded with disbelief and displeasure as the magical document read it’s content aloud…

“…Therefore, pursuant to clause number 173, paragraph 284, sub-paragraph 39, the documented change in circumstances caused by the Ministry seizure of assets renders this marriage contract null and void. As the asset seizure was outside the control of my client, no damage payments will be forthcoming and all dowry and good faith escrows will be returned to the respective parties…”

In both locations an ignored magical calling card fluttered to the floor, identifying the wizard attourneys who’d fractured another piece of a pure-blood family’s formerly perfect life.

In both mouths a single word formed to describe the outcome:

“Fuck!”

“The sun comes in the window every morning — I can’t sleep there.”

The body blocking the less sunny alternate door did not move — neither did the wand at the complainer’s throat.

“Charm the window or transfigure something — in one of those 30 traveling trunks the poor house elves had to lug up here and unpack for you — into curtains. The label on this door clearly says ‘Head GIRL’!”

The complaining party with the allergy to early morning sunlight cast a silent Accio. A wand flew into his hand. A stylish swish had the sign changed to “Head Boy”.

Accompanied by a sinister smile, the wand at his neck made a pointed indentation in a new locale near his trouser zipper.

“Change it BACK, Malfoy.”

This close her scent stoked his desire to take her, mate like a veela and carry her off to his overly-sunny lair. Unaware his eyes had nearly closed, Draco flared his nostrils to take in more of her natural fragrance; anger and sex smelled similar and he'd definitely angered her. Just below the trunk he held between them, his erection informed him that it could be very pleased sharing a room — and a bed — with the new eighth year Head Girl. Fortunately, the trunk itself prevented his brash — and insistent — stonker from discussing the possibility with said Head Girl — not that it wasn't trying.

“This room’s best for my needs. Help me out, here Granger;” he whinged as his eyes reopened and his erection went into stealth mode, “what does it matter to you?”
“It matters because I am unpacked, settled and I don’t intend to be bullied by the likes of you!”

The charisma that would define their future interactions, particularly his method for overcoming her reticence or resistance to almost any request he made, floated to her.

“Please?”

The astonishing ability of his silver-blue eyes to cajole agreement struck her. Having witnessed Lucius wielding that Malfoy-patented secret weapon, she’d thought herself immune; in this moment she accepted how wrong she’d been.

“Alright, Draco…”

The use of his first name, a surrender and a surprise, was a mistake and both knew it.

Retracing his path from her suite found them in his bedroom.

“Where are your linens?”
“How should I know?”

“[*sigh…] Move and let me look.”

Ten minutes later a Slytherin man-cave sat before him.

“Thanks, Hermione. It’s fantastic!”

The use of her first name, gratefully and graciously, was also a mistake and both knew it.

“I’m glad you like it.”
“Well,” came the unexpected voice of Lucuis Malfoy from the doorway of his son’s room, “you two have settled in rather quickly, haven’t you?

“Draco! Draco!”

The Head Boy, who could not have missed the loud hail aimed his way, slowed his pace not one iota. His pursuer broke into a trot and drew up to him, grabbing his arm to stop him as she panted lightly from the exertion.

“How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you since the hearing.”
“Look…,” Draco started, “I’m sorry about the marriage contract but we’re still under investigation and it doesn’t look good for me to be marrying another Voldermort supporter. I’m the poster child for “The Devil Made Me Do It” right now; can’t afford to fuck this up or Father could spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.”

“That’s ridiculous, Draco, and you know it. We’re adults; it shouldn’t matter to anyone who the Slytherin Sex God proposes to. This has nothing to do with us. We’d be good together, Draco.”

“The last thing on my mind is marriage. We’re barely holding on, what with father’s holdings sealed off by those bloody bastards at Gringotts and the cost of keeping the family. Not a sickle from the businesses comes his way. The fuckers have my balls in a financial vice.”

Her touch, as she softly stroked his nape, no longer had the effect it once did.

“Do you really want to live like the Weasleys, Pansy?”

His argument did have merit but Pansy Parkinson refused to believe that S.P.A.M. wouldn’t find a way to get their wealth back. That’s why her father helped Lucius stand the organization up in the first place.

“The sealed vault sitting next to yours at Gringotts is OURS, Draco. My father’s never had money like the Malfoys but HE didn’t call off the marriage to find somebody with galleons to spare! Your father’s a bastard! He thinks marrying you off to some dirty half-blood with money will save his arse when he goes to trial!”

In truth, Draco’d imposed on Blaise to have the Zabini lawyers find a way out of that contract, but he had no intention of correcting Pansy’s half-baked assumption if it accomplished the same end with less confrontation.

“”There’s not a witch out there better for you than me and you know it. We have the same friends, the same interests and the sex is great. Why should we suffer because of your father?”
“You weren’t there, Pans. Voldemort wasn’t living in your house threatening you and your family.”

Pansy was taken aback at Draco’s defense of Lucius; it wasn’t like they were close — and she’d spent enough time in Draco’s bedroom at Malfoy Manor to know.

“No need to get emotional, lover; we’ll have to work on it. They’ll probably give you access to your inheritance soon enough and we can negotiate our own contract. So when can I see that new private bedroom? Merlin — we haven’t had sex in months!”

Her slender finger followed a light path down the center front of Draco’s school robes. If it continued its route unobstructed it would arrive at his genitals while a hallway full of students bore witness. Draco didn’t actually care what they thought but Pansy’s blatant and very public act could undermine his authority as Head Boy despite the boost to his reputation as one of the major sex gods. Firmly grabbing her wrist, he moved her hand away to the wide-eyed astonishment of the Slytherins passing by.

“I have a roommate, Pansy.”
“I thought you shared a Commons, not a bed," his ex-fiancée teased, "or is Granger into threesomes? You love sex as much as I do, Draco, but would you even do a mudblood? Could you get it up with her there?”.

The former future-Mrs. Draco Malfoy misread the information in that Malfoy stare.

“Listen, Pansy, I’ll catch up with you at dinner.”
“Drac— ”

Before she could waylay him again, his long strides buried him in the crush of students changing classes.

“… had I not interrupted them, Merlin knows what she’d have done to poor Draco.”

“Lucius, don’t whinge. Draco merely persuaded her to arrange his living quarters. It’s a masterstroke, if you ask me. She is a mudblood after all; I’m sure she performs domestic duties all the time.”

In their summer bedroom suite, sex scented the air. All natural light drifting in through the tall windows came from the north, providing illumination in muted, sun-tinted measure during the summer and fall seasons.

“How, pray tell, did Draco ‘convince’ one of the ‘Golden Trio’ to be his chamber maid, hmm, Cissy?”

Buried under the bed linens, Narcissa lazily lifted her leg up and over her wizard’s. From behind her came a growl and a deep chuckle. Snugging her closer, Lucius moved aside the crotch in her silk knickers and entered her unhurriedly with familiarity. Narcissa made a note to have the house elves keep a steady supply of refreshments in the adjoining salon. Worked up like this, Lucius would require her attentions for a considerable period; Lord and Lady Malfoy would be indisposed until Monday — over and over again.
On a murmur of enjoyment, Narcissa disclosed her theory to explain Draco’s success in getting cooperation from a girl he despised and who despised him.

“Draco’s your son, my love; he demands the best. Nothing he desires is truly beyond him...”
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