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Drinking Buddies	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the world of Harry Potter. I am not making profit off of this story. I am writing it for fun only.

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“Do we have to go?” Draco whined for the umpteenth, thumbing through Hermione’s record collection on her bookshelf. He picked up a rather dusty one and raised a persnickety eyebrow. She watched him stare at the picture of David Bowie with distain. “Do muggles think painting their faces with lighting bolts is tasteful? Is this a man or a woman?”

Hermione gave a huffy sigh, snatched up the record and gave him a foreboding look. “You cannot insult David Bowie. Besides, this is an original pressing!” She placed it back with the others and scolded him. “I do not prowl through your personal wizard trading cards.”

“My collection is worth a small fortune.”

“So is mine.”

Draco eyed the discs as if Hermione surely didn’t know what a fortune was. “Can’t we just send him a card? With some money? It’s what my parents always did.”

“We’re going,” Hermione stated simply as she grabbed up her purse, knowing that her words solidified their actions. His rebuttal would fall on deaf ears, and he knew it. “We’re going to eat pizza and play board games and be a normal group of adults celebrating a normal birthday.”

“But we aren’t exactly normal,” He smirked as he eyed the room lazily, “And Potter is exceptionally not normal. So who really are you trying to convince?”

“Oh… let’s just go. And we’re taking the car.” Hermione turned off the bedroom light and Draco followed behind her out into the living room and finally to the front porch, where she locked the door with her set of keys and shoved them back into her purse.

“You could just spell it closed.”

“I’m aware of that, but not everything needs magic.” Her tone was short, and Draco was quick to notice. It didn’t stop him from egging her on, however.

“Well, what was the point in learning how to equip yourself with everyday magic if all you insist on doing is the mundane?”

Hermione had almost made it to the car. Almost. But she stopped just short and spun on her heels. “For eleven years of my life, I had no idea that there was anything other than the mundane. I survived just fine before then. It must have been nice, growing up with all of that magic, knowing what you were, expecting what you had buried deep within you. But I didn’t have such a lavish upbringing, so excuse me if I still expect to keep a bit of my own heritage afloat. We all can’t be spoiled to magic.”

Draco’s face was calm, but Hermione saw the muscles in his neck tense at her words. He didn’t say a word, but simply opened the passenger door of the car and climb in. Hermione felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She climbed in as well and as she was buckling she gave a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.” She started. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She watched his cool expression as he stared at her hands on the wheel, contemplating his next move. She thought he would say something snarky, or perhaps cruel, but all he did was flick on the car radio and set it to a classic rock station. His head turned away from hers as he waited for her to put the car in gear.

Hermione tried to make eye contact with him the entire trip, but he purposely avoided her gaze every time he turned his head towards her. The car ride to Harry’s flat felt quite a lot longer thanks to the silence. As they pulled in to the driveway, Draco finally broke the silence, saying, “Bout bloody time.” He leaned over the cup holders between them and kissed her on the cheek. “For the record, I denounced my entire family in the name of muggle borns. So the next time you want to pull that card, I’d remember that.” He smiled, but his eyes were cold as he went back over the console and opened his door. Hermione’s cheeks flushed a second time, this one from shame, as she exited the car and stowed away her keys. Draco extended an arm out to her (out of sheer habit from his family upbringing, Hermione was sure), and she took it as they strolled into the apartment building and to the elevators. She pushed the third floor button and fiddled with the bottom of her shirt nervously, until they were to their floor and in front of Harry’s door.

Before she could reach up to knock, the door swung open and a semi-sloshed looking Neville Longbottom answered, a big grin spread across his face. “Hermione! Great to see you!” He scooped Hermione up in a sloppy hug, looked to her left, saw Draco Malfoy, and about fell over in surprise. “M-Malfoy! Blimey! –Er, sorry… I forgot you two were dating now.” He brushed his hand anxiously on his pant leg and offered it out. “So I guess we should give it a clean slate. What do you say?”

Hermione watched Draco eye Neville’s hand like a mouse trap, glance sideways at her, and then smirk as he patted Neville on the shoulder and whisper, “I’m going to need a lot more drinks in me before I forget that you’re a git and that I don’t like you.” He breezed past Neville and into the party, leaving Neville standing awkwardly with his hand out into the air.

Hermione flinched and apologized. “Ignore him. He’s just in a foul mood this evening.”

“Right,” Said Neville sarcastically, “A Malfoy in a bad mood? Never heard of such a thing.” He smiled at Hermione and opened the door wider. “Well, I planned on ignoring him anyway. Feels good to have your support. Come on in. Harry and Ron are in a pretty gnarly game of wizard’s chess right now. Ginny’s in the kitchen. Told me to tell you that when you got here.”

“Thank you, Neville.” Hermione strolled into the flat to see Harry and Ron indeed in an epic battle of wizard’s chess. Surrounding them stood Seamus, Luna, and Dean. Harry had a tie wrapped around his head like a war headdress, and Ron was sticking out his tongue in frustration. He gave a feral smile and said, “Ha! Got you, Harry!” He moved his piece and Harry let out an anxious sigh.

“You’d really make me lose on my birthday?” He chided. Ron looked sideways and caught sight of Hermione.

“Mione, tell him to stop being a sore loser. He knows he can’t possibly win at this point.”

Hermione strolled up to the table and looked over the pieces. “He’s got you good, Harry.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Harry laughed. Hermione gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for coming, Hermione. I saw you brought the wet blanket of the evening.”

Hermione’s heart fell. “What did he do now?”

“Nothing,” Said Luna, her voice as airy as it had been back at Hogwarts, “He came in, ignored us all, and went into the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” Hermione said quietly.

“Oy, Hermione.” Said Dean. “Been meaning to ask you what’s up with dating Slytherin’s pale prince? Thought you and Ron had something special.”

Ron stiffened at Dean’s words and Hermione caught his gaze. She was about to open her mouth when Lavender Brown sauntered out of the kitchen, looking royally perturbed. “Granger, if you can’t control your bloody boyfriend, I won’t be responsible for any hexing!”

Draco strolled out behind her, a glass of wine in his hand and a smirk on his face. “What’s the matter, Brown? Can’t take some teasing?”

“He completely insulted me!” Lavender jutted her chin towards Ron. “Well, aren’t you going to defend my honor?”

“What honor?” Draco sipped his wine lightly. “I do recall the only reason you and Weasley started shacking up was because you tired of your fiancé.”

Ron’s face reddened, and Harry put his hands up to calm him. He turned around in his chair, tie still on his head, and said, “Malfoy, a word?” He was across the room, a hand around Draco’s arm in a flash, and dragged him harshly into the kitchen. Ginny emerged a moment later, eyes wide.

“Everything alright?” She had two glasses of wine in her hands and handed one to Hermione. “Malfoy seemed a bit more gruff than usual.”

Hermione looked around the room, which had taken to a sour atmosphere. Ron was staring down at the chessboard, concentrating a bit too hard. Luna had taken to playing with some of her radish earrings while Dean and Seamus gave each other baffled shrugs. Only Lavender moved, crossing the bit of space between her and Ron and took Harry’s seat. “Ronald.” She snapped her fingers at him. “Did you hear what that git said?” Hermione knew that look all too well on Ron’s face; the one that said he wanted to be left alone. He continued to eye the chessboard. Lavender continued. “Did you hear him?”

“Lav,” Ginny scolded, “Leave him alone.” Lavender huffed and crossed her arms, settling on sitting sideways in the chair and pouting. Ginny turned her attention back to Hermione and clinked their glasses together. “Rough weekend?”

“What did he say to Lavender in the kitchen?” Hermione whispered under her breath.

Ginny sighed and muttered back, “Only the truth. That Lavender was an overbearing shrew who kept Ron on a short leash.”

Hermione thought about it and couldn’t find fault in it, except it was a bit rude. “I was a bit harsh on him before we got here.” Quietly, she tip toed near the kitchen door and leaned in, Ginny following closely behind her. Together, they could hear Harry’s muffled voice.

“-can’t just treat people any way you please, Malfoy. This isn’t Hogwarts, and you don’t have teachers watching out for your head. You’re lucky Ron didn’t jump you.”

Draco’s superior scoff could be heard, as well as a shuffle of feet. “Do you think I’m scared of Weasley? I’d be more apt to be scared of a toothpick.”

“You know, instead of being this obnoxious prick, strutting around with a chip on your shoulder, you could try to get along with us. Not for me, or for Ron, or even for you. But for Hermione. You love her, right? Then get your head out of your arse and suck it up.”

There was a cold silence, and then, “Like the lot of you would be willing to forgive and forget.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know bloody well what that means. Do you know what it’s like to be around all of you obnoxious goody two shoes all of the time? It’s annoying. Merlin, it gets under my skin…”

“You’re not a cake walk yourself, Malfoy. You’re crass, rude, and think you’re better than everyone else. When Hermione first started to date you, you know what got me? The fact that she could look past the fact that for years you called her ‘mudblood’. –Even saying the word now, in this conversation, gets under my skin.”

Hermione knew a tear threatened its way through her eyelashes, but she kept it at bay.

“Fuck off, Potter. Golden boy doesn’t like the way I was back in Hogwarts? Boo hoo. -I can’t help the fact that I was raised different than everyone here. Brought up another way. I can’t take back what my parents did in the War. What I did. -And when I see the distain in all of your eyes… ” He sighed and muttered, “If Hermione can’t even forgive my past, then how can I expect it from any of you?”

“So,” Harry mused, “You’re being a git tonight because you feel like the odd man out?” Another silence. “Look, Malfoy, half of my friends still think you’re a Death Eater. The other half just hate you because you were a jerk at Hogwarts. But you’ve been dating Hermione for about a year now, and if she sees good in you, there must be.- So, if you’re willing to forget that I’m ‘The Golden Boy’, I’ll forget that you made our lives a living Hell.”

Hermione peeked through the slat between the door and its frame to see Harry holding out his hand.

“But,” He said, “That means you can’t pick fights with us as a defense. You’d actually have to try to get along with us.”

Draco’s back was turned, so she could only imagine the serious sneer on his face as he thought over Harry’s offer. Then, “…And you’re willing to put it all in the past?”

“If you are.” Harry nodded.

Draco paused, reached out his hand, hesitated, and then took Harry’s and shook it. Hermione could see Harry’s face relax as he smiled.

“Clean slate, and all. I’m Harry –Harry Potter.”

Draco released Harry’s hand and turned his head so that Hermione saw him smirk. “Heh. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Both men began to laugh. True, honest laughs. Laughs that were forgiving. “So, Malfoy. Think you can get along with my guests tonight?”

“Can’t make any promises… but I suppose I could ease up a bit. It’s your birthday, after all.” Draco plucked his wine glass off of the counter next to him and took a sip.

Hermione felt Ginny pull on her arm, and she suddenly was dragged into the kitchen. Ginny gave a wry grin and pushed Hermione over towards Draco. “Bout time you two made good with each other. Only took you thirteen years.”

“Ginny,” Harry sighed, though there was a glint of a smile, “Have you been eavesdropping the entire conversation?”

“Heaven’s no!” Exclaimed Ginny. “Only most of it.”

Hermione turned her eyes to Draco, who suddenly looked down at his wine glass like it was the most intriguing item in the world. She wasn’t the only one to notice. Harry coughed and muttered something about clean slates. Hermione wrung her hands and said, “I’m sorry, Draco. When I snapped at you earlier… it wasn’t because of you. –Well, a little of it, but that doesn’t warrant me the right to be a complete dolt.” He glanced up at her, and she felt her chest tighten. “Do you really think I hold our past against you?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t,” She shook her head as she put a hand on his arm, “I forget how odd being around everyone must be for you.”

He rolled his eyes and smirked at her. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist over it. I’m not going to let a bunch of Gryffindor goody-goodies ruin my evening.”

There was a quiet knock, and then Neville came through the kitchen door, apologetic. “Harry, you better get out here. Seamus and Dean just started an every flavored beans competition, and well – Dean got one he claims tastes exactly like fish poo…”

“How in Merlin’s name would he know that?” Harry laughed. He started to follow Neville out of the kitchen, stopped, then turned and said, “Malfoy, you don’t want to miss this. Dean’s never wrong about the beans.”

Neville gave a puzzled expression to both Harry and Draco, and Hermione thought he might blanch completely at the sight of Draco smiling. Draco turned to her, gave her a small kiss on the cheek, and said, “Well, that I’d have to see.”

- - - - - -

For the most part, the next few hours of Harry’s birthday went smoothly. Draco hadn’t apologized to Lavender, but really no one except her expected him to. Instead, he made good of a few rounds of guessing every flavored beans, then challenged Ron to a drinking competition, where by the end of it both men were sloshed beyond all doubt. They had just taken to singing the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team anthem when Hermione was finally able to set back and take in the sight of Draco Malfoy getting along with his longtime enemies. It was definitely a sight to see, she thought proudly as she sipped on her third cup of wine. Ginny and Harry were snuggled on the armchair, exchanging long kisses every minute or so.

“S’nice, isn’t it?” Said Neville, sitting next to Hermione on the sofa. He had his wand out and was flicking it every few moments to illuminate the room with colorful puffs of smoke. “All of us being here together.”

Luna, who sat on the other side of Neville, nodded in agreement. “It most certainly is wonderful to see.”

“Do you think it could always be like this?” Asked Hermione, staring off into the corner where Ron, Dean, Seamus and Draco were busy discussing Quidditch.

“Sure,” Replied Neville, “If Malfoy can hold his tongue.” He was quick to reproach when he saw Hermione’s sideways glance. “No offence. It’s just –I never thought I’d see the day that a Malfoy would break bread with any of us.”

“But he isn’t really a Malfoy now, is he?” Said Luna in her light voice as she stared off at the ceiling. “He’s changing. I saw him at your award’s ceremony at the beginning of the year. He wasn’t too fond of his parents, then.”

“You saw that?” Hermione asked quietly. She swished her wine about in her cup and sighed deeply. “I keep telling him he should talk to his family again. That it was so long ago… But to him, it’s like it was yesterday.”

“What happened?” Neville asked, confused. Hermione leaned forward and in a hushed tone filled Neville in on Draco’s previous relationship and that Draco’s mother had paid his girlfriend off to leave him alone. Neville whistled and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That explains a lot.”

“But I can’t get him to reconcile,” She said, looking at Luna and Neville with conviction, “And I’m not sure that he’s stable like this. He never wants to talk about his past. And it never used to bother me… until he started telling me I should use my magic more. Then all I can think of is that he holds on to his upbringing so much that… well… I don’t know. I feel that he should either let his customs go or suck it up and speak to his parents again.”

“Put yourself in his shoes.” Luna pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them, facing both Hermione and Neville. “If my father did what his did, I might never want to speak to him again either. But it would be hard to let my upbringing go. You must be more patient with him. If you are, I think he would give in to you more.”

Hermione looked into Luna’s soft eyes and felt a wall crumble in her mind. She nodded. “You’re right. I’ve been so busy trying to protect my own muggle customs that I didn’t think about how hard it must affect him not to be around his own customs all the time. Maybe I should ease up on him a bit…”

“See? You’ve opened your mind to new possibilities. Isn’t it wonderful?” Luna grinned from ear to ear. “I’m proud of you, Hermione.”

Hermione wasn’t sure what there was to be proud of, but nodded all the same. That’s when she caught sight of Harry pulling Ginny up to her feet and swinging her around in his arms. She giggled, and he grinned, and it was all so darn cute of course Draco had to say, “For Merlin’s sake, get a room! Watching you two snog is revolting for everyone here.”

“As much as I hate to agree with the git, he’s right.” Ron piped up. “I don’t want to see my mate and my sister get it on in front of me. Bloody disgusting.”

“Well then,” Replied Harry, and Hermione watched on in surprise as he kneeled down in front of Ginny, whose face suddenly turned the color of parchment. The room hushed. “Instead of snogging in front of the room, would it be better if I asked you to be my wife?”

Even Ginny’s freckles seemed to have paled. Everyone watched on as Harry pulled a ring out of his back pocket, one that glistened in the faint glow of the room, and held it up to Ginny’s hand. “Ginny, would you do me the extreme honor of marrying me?” Ginny gasped, then suddenly turned a violent shade of red and nodded her head feverishly.

“Yes. Oh my gods, Harry. Yes. Yes!”

Harry slipped the ring on her finger and then pulled her down onto the floor to kiss her. They fell over when Ginny lost her balance, and they fumbled backwards into the couch, laughing and then kissing in the afterglow. Ron cheered. Luna danced around. Neville clapped while Dean and Seamus sent streamers out of the tips of their wands. Lavender was crying into a paper napkin. Only Draco seemed out of place in the moment, seated in one of the foldable chairs, back to the wall, quiet and reserved as he stared on at the happy couple. Hermione thought he might bolt if not for being cornered in by Ron, but instead his body relaxed and he glanced her way.

Pensive. Thoughtful.

She didn’t know why, but she felt herself come undone as his silver blue eyes latched onto her chocolate colored ones. As if he suddenly had taken every stacked block in her perfect world and shifted the table they rested on. She felt herself slip, felt every axis shift. Something in that look did something to her soul, and she didn’t know if it would ever fully recover.

Hermione didn’t know exactly when she pulled her eyes away from him, but she did, and she began to clap and cheer for her friends. It wasn’t until Draco was by her side on the couch that she had even noticed he had moved at all. He said not a word, settling on resting a hand on her knee as he smirked onwards as Harry found his footing and pulled Ginny up to stand.

“Bloody Hell,” Ron said, coming to stand at Harry’s side, “Could have given me a heads up before you decide to marry my sis, Harry.”

“You’re terrible with secrets!” Hermione found herself shouting across the room. “I think it’s brilliant he didn’t tell any of us.”

“What if I had said no?” Teased Ginny to her fiancé. Harry shrugged.

“Turning me down in front of our friends? That hardly seems like something you’d do. I figured I had more of a chance this way.” He laughed as she socked him in the shoulder with her fist. “Hey, don’t hit me! I’m the birthday boy!”

“You are most certainly the birthday boy,” Ginny said, and pulled him down to her level to kiss him square on the lips. “And do you know what birthday boys get?”

“Aaaaand that’s our cue to leave,” Draco whispered to Hermione out of the side of his mouth. He smirked over to her and laced his long fingers through her tiny ones. Then he said louder, “I don’t want to be here for a reveal of the birthday suits.”

“You and me both,” Said Ron, gathering up Lavender’s coat. “Come on, Lav. Let’s leave the love birds alone to… do love bird things.”

Lavender was still crying into her napkin, although now it was much smaller and soppy wet. “It was so adorable! Oh, Ronald!” She sniffled. “When you purpose, you better live up to that. Maybe write it in the sky?”

Hermione was sure Ron’s face matched his hair as he muttered, “Erm… sure, Lav. If we get to that point…”

Everyone filtered out of Harry’s apartment then, and Neville suggested going out for pancakes, to which everyone but Ron agreed to. He suddenly claimed to have a very violent stomach bug and excused himself, telling Lavender to go on ahead. Hermione watched as he apparated out of the hallway without so much as another passing glance to anyone.

“You scared the shite out of him,” Draco chided to Lavender, “All that talk of marriage.”

“Did not!” Lavender pouted, crossing her arms. “Hermione, what do you think?”

“I think I’m the last person you want to answer that question,” Said Hermione as she slipped a hand around Draco’s waist and hugged him. “Actually, Neville, I think we’ll just head home.”

“Sure.” Neville nodded thoughtfully. He pulled his wand out of his pockets to apparate, but Draco coughed and caught his attention. The blonde then held out a welcoming hand and said, “Clean slate and all.”

“Blimey…” Neville whispered, then shook his head as if in a daze and grabbed Malfoy’s hand with his own. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I told you- I needed a bit more alcohol in me.”

Draco smirked as the group parted ways, leaving him and Hermione alone in the hallway. His eyes were heavy, most likely due to all the alcohol, and he gave a big yawn as he stretched his long figure. “This has got to be one of the oddest nights I’ve ever encountered.”

“If you had told me that you and Ron would be drinking buddies in the future, I would have wondered who was using Polyjuice potion to be you.”

“Shut up.” He laughed as he ran his hands over her stomach and down to the curves of her hips. “Or I might just make you…”

“Says the drunk man.”

“Your drunk man.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled out her wand. “I think we’ve both had a few too many to drive. We’ll pick the car up in the morning.” She slipped her hand in his and concentrated on her house. Seconds later, they were standing in her bedroom. The only light that they could make out peeked through the curtains from the moon. Hermione didn’t notice Draco was standing so close until he dipped his head low and kissed her on the lips. It was gentle but urgent, and it startled her slightly. When he pulled away he whispered, “You are so sexy, you know?”

“And you are so drunk…” She mused, pushing his chest lightly with her index finger.

“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” He pushed on her shoulders and her knees buckled against the bed, sending her back onto the soft cushion of her comforter. Draco wasted no time in straddling her legs and pinning her down. Hermione felt his hands slip over her wrists. “Do you know how frustrated you make me?”

“Sexually? Or emotionally?” She teased. His fingers tightened their grip on her.

“There you go again,” He rubbed his nose against the soft crook of her neck, leaving a trail of his warm breath as he spoke, “thinking your better than me.”

“What? No, I don’t-” Hermione started, but he captured her lips in a fierce kiss that took the very breath out of her. His tongue dipped in as she parted her mouth and he found pleasure in running his tongue against hers, teasing. While he kissed her, he dragged her arms slowly above her head and pinned them there.

He jerked away from the kiss suddenly, and bit her lower lip. “Does it turn you on, letting a Malfoy control you? Putting your body in the hands of someone who could just as easily break you as give you undeniable pleasure?”

Hermione’s body quivered under the words, but something in the back of her mind wouldn’t let her enjoy this. She struggled to pull herself away from him, to question why he would say such things, but he held her in place, content on biting down her neck in gentle nips. She gasped when he sunk his teeth in to her shoulder vehemently. “Draco…” She lost control of her thoughts as he snaked his tongue down her collar bone. They were only brought back to the surface when he spoke again.

“Tell me, Granger. What turns you on more? Thinking you’re superior or knowing that you have no control at this moment?”

She felt her eyebrows pull together, and knew somewhere between the pleasure that his words were stinging. That they were filled with venom. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on speaking. “I do not think I’m superior to you.”

“Don’t you?” He hissed in her ear. “You talk down to me like being who I am is something less than you.”

“I don’t-”

“You do.” His tongue worked its way around the shell of her ear seductively. “Merlin, and damn it if I don’t enjoy it. You’re right, Hermione. I’m worthless.”

“Draco.” Hermione wriggled again, trying to set herself free from his grasp, but found it quite difficult. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you saying these things?”

The room was eerily quiet, and she was sure she could have heard a pin drop. The only sounds were her heavy breathing and a heavy sigh from him until he said, “I’m worthless.”

“No.” She shook her head. Eyes squinting, she struggled to see his face through the darkness. “No, Draco. You’re not. Why would you think that?”

He released her hands and rolled off of her, to the top of the bed and settled on staring up at the ceiling. It was a time before he spoke again. “I haven’t got shite to my name, do I? A Malfoy with no status or money, fraternizing with Harry bloody Potter.” He threw a pillow across the room and hit the dresser. “What am I? Really, Hermione? What the Hell happened to me?”

Hermione rolled over and settled her head in the crook of his arm. “You matured.”

“Maturity.” He scoffed. “Sounds like I rolled over and let the world kick me.”

“Are you that mad about being friendly with Harry? With my friends?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean – Merlin’s testicles, this isn’t the way I planned my life out.”

“Well,” She snuggled into his side and draped an arm around his torso, “How did you plan it out?”

He paused, as if thinking about her question with a degree of detail. Then he said, “I supposed I planned on marrying young. Making my family proud. I planned on having a son – someone to give the Malfoy name to. I planned on inheriting my family’s fortune and quite honestly not doing much of anything in the line of work. –Now, I have no money. I work for shite pay, live in a shite flat in a muggle part of town, and the only thing I have to show for myself is you.”

Hermione’s heart stammered in her chest. “Does that bother you? Being with me?”

“No. Why would it?” His voice was concerned, as if that had literally never crossed his mind. “You’re the only good thing in my life. And you have so much going for you. A promising career-”

“-Getting a pay raise is hardly a promising career-”

“But you have opportunities, you know? I did, when I was under my father’s thumb, but since I left, my father has set to it that I have no connections in the Ministry. And I’m not good at much besides pushing papers and Quidditch. My friends at Hogwarts all moved on, and they never can understand why I hang around with you, so I say fuck them. And you… you have friends. Merlin, you have friends that love you and care for you and would put up with me- ME. The one who made their lives living Hell! And they’d do it all for you.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “They don’t do it for me. When I dated Viktor Krum, Ron blew every gasket he had. They do it, Draco, because whether you want to believe it or not, there is some good in you. And they see that.”

He made a guttural scoff and began to rub his fingers on the top of her head. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” She leaned up and kissed his chin. “I think I like you with alcohol in you. You open up more.”

Draco chuckled. “Don’t push your luck. I also get quite handsy when I’m liquored up…” He rolled on his side to face her, then leaned forward and kissed her delicately. “So… you think there’s good in me?”

“I know it.” Hermione smiled in the dark. She could just make out the silver in his eyes as he stared at her. He looked to be weighing a heavy thought. “What?”

“Nothing I ever planned has ever come to fruition. Not with my family, or my career, or marriage…” He let his voice trail there, thickening the tension like a heavy fog. Her mind swam with visions of Harry and Ginny, laughing and kissing and so happy… she thought of Draco with a ring, planning to purpose to an unknown face. The disappointment he must have felt. But then she thought of her future, and of his, and of things she hadn’t really thought of before but… somewhere, deep inside of her, she wanted to think about it. Not that he would ever… would he? She didn’t dare breathe until he spoke again. “But I suppose it’s not so bad that my plans never panned out. I wouldn’t have met up with you again. And I most certainly wouldn’t have ever considered that you would have been the best shag of my life.”

“Gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel special…”

“I’m sorry. Did I say the best? I meant the worst. Terrible. Dreadful. Simply awful.”

Hermione sat up and leaned over him. “That so?”

“Prove me wrong?” At this angle, Hermione could see the moonlight hit his face as he raised a precocious eyebrow. She smirked down at him and trailed her free hand (the one that wasn’t busy propping her up) down his torso to the waistband of his slacks. She unbuckled his belt slowly, making sure to bite her lip seductively. Without a word, she slipped her hand beneath his boxers and grabbed the tender muscle beneath. Draco gave out a hiss of pleasure at the warmth of her hand. It didn’t take him long to grow to full length, and she pulled it out into the cold air before leaning down and taking the head in her mouth.

Her tongue tasted the saltiness of his precum and the delicious flavor that could only be described as Draco as she slipped her lips down over the length of his cock and swallowed it. He gasped, his free hand already working its way under her flowy cotton skirt to her panties, where he settled a finger firmly against the wetness there. As her head rose up and she came back up to the tip, she felt him slip a finger underneath the fabric and run it along her slick folds. “So wet for me already.” He jerked the soft underwear down her legs. “Have to taste you…”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him, not caring that she gave a gasp of surprise and completely abandoned his dick. She turned her head back towards him, watching as he settled his face between her legs, bunching up her skirt to her stomach. He looked up at her just as he trailed his tongue against her clit. Hermione gave a soft, uncontrollable moan and propped herself on her elbows to support herself as she gave way to his mouth. His tongue trailed little circles around her clit, then he dove head first and began to flick his tongue with just the right pressure. She gripped the bedsheets and fell even more forward, face just inches from his throbbing dick. She reached down, half in a daze, and took him back in her mouth again, trying to match his speeds as he sped up and slowed down, lapping at her with feverish excitement. She felt him twitch in her mouth as she rolled her hips absently. Oh, God, she thought, how hot this all was.

His hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, before he pressed a thumb just barely against the sensitive skin of the opening there –Hermione jumped in surprise, gasping into the length of him in her mouth before she shot up, eyes wide. “What are you-?” But he rubbed his finger around the edges again, and a wave of pleasure Hermione had never felt crashed over her like a tempest. He pressed his finger against her asshole, gently, not prying, while rubbing his tongue soothingly against the nub of her clit. “Oh… oh my…” This was new. This was definitely new, and Hermione wasn’t sure if she should jump off of him and chew him out for not asking her first, or beg him for more. She settled on moaning softly while gripping at her own skin that was set on fire at his touch.

He rolled her over then, onto her stomach, ass up in the air and skirt falling all around her as he settled his face between her legs again, this time letting his tongue trail over all of her. When it skirted across her in the most intimate of places, she gasped at the feeling. It was truly like nothing she had ever felt before. And had this been anyone else, she would have hexed them into oblivion. But this wasn’t anyone else. This was Draco, and she felt safe enough to let herself be touched this way. In a way she would have never allowed otherwise.

He took his time, dragging his tongue over every bit of her between her thighs, before he bit her ass cheek and sat up. “You alright?” He asked, even as he pulled her hair back and forced her to sit up on her knees. She gave out a meek moan and nodded.

“I… you… I’ve never…”

“Did you like it?” He whispered into her hair.

“Y-Yes…”

“Good.” He released her hair and jerked her shirt up over her head in a wild frenzy. Before long, her bra was gone as well, and his fingers raked over the supple curve of her breasts. His nails dug in as he pulled her back against his chest and dipped his head into the curve of her neck. “All I ever want to do is make you feel good, Hermione…” His teeth nipped at her flesh. “I want to make you scream into your pillow like my dick was the word of God.” One hand trailed down to her hips and jerked her into an arched pose. “Would you like that, Granger? Would you like me to make you pray for more?” She could hardly make a sound, so instead she nodded and reached her hand behind her until she found him and guided his length between her legs. He chuckled into her ear, teasing, pressing ever so close but not quite deep enough to drive in. She groaned in frustration, and it only made him more satisfied. “Say it. Pray for it. I’ll gladly answer you, if you just beg me for it…”

Hermione rolled her hips, feeling his dick rub against the wet, wanting lips of her. She growled, frustrated, and finally whispered, “Please… God, Draco… please, I need it. I need you in me, just…”

“Who is your God, Granger?”

“Fuck… Draco, please, just-”

“Who is your God?” He asked again.

Hermione sighed. “You are, Draco. You are. Please, God, just take me…”

And so he did, slipping into her like she was a fitted glove made for him and him alone. He gasped as he sheathed himself within her, filling her to the brim and making her shake under his touch. He took no time in favoring one of his favorite positions, laying back underneath her with his elbows propping him up, leaving her to sit atop him like a glorious trophy. Hermione felt him roll his hips up, moving himself within her, and she moaned in response. He outstretched an arm, and his nails dug into her back so that it arched. Then he rolled his hips underneath her again.

Hermione’s head fell lazily to the side, one of her hands in her hair, the other on her stomach, mouth parted as she let him roll into her again and again and again. Draco let her meet his pace as she soon began to buck her hips forwards and backwards in response to his thrusts. This was home to them. This was where, at least Hermione was sure for herself, that she felt most alive; in bed with Draco Malfoy doing unholy things as she moaned softly into the dark.

It didn’t take long for the buildup to tighten her walls around him, and she held her breath as she came, letting the orgasm wash over her like bathing in the light. “Again,” He demanded. And he took her hips and forced them into a steady rhythm with his own, until again she came, screaming his name this time with a slur of obscenities. “Again.”

“I –I don’t know if I can…”

“Again.”

He turned her around to face him and cradled her in his lap, this time kissing her over her neck, her shoulders, her nipples as he rocked her body in the darkness. Hermione’s orgasm was mild, but it was satisfying, and she gasped into his shoulder when she released.

“Yes…” His voice purred in her ear. “Good girl. You love to come, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes.” She mumbled incoherently, “Yes, Draco, I do…”

“Again then,” He encouraged. She leaned up and stared down at him, bewildered.

“Are you going for a record or something?”

“Or something,” He quipped, moving his hips and pressing the sweet spot within her. “Unless you don’t think you have it in you. I know how prideful you Gryffindors can be, so if you can’t, just come out and,” He already was building her up as he pressed deep into her, “say it.”

“Oh, go to Hell.” She groaned, and began to rock herself on his dick with a zealous animosity. By the time she built up to her final orgasm, he was right along with her, pink tinting his cheeks as he forced himself to hold out. When she finally gave in, and she collapsed around him, he drove into her with one last good thrust and came as well.

“Holy fuck…” He muttered as the last of his orgasm shimmered over his skin. Hermione felt him reach up and cup her cheek. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, she saw him staring up at her, flustered, chest heaving up and down. He gripped the side of her neck and pulled her down into a deep, passionate kiss, then released her and pulled her across his chest. “That was… quite literally… the best fuck… I’ve ever had.”

Proudly, Hermione laughed against his sternum and kissed the skin there. “You say that every time.”

“Well, I mean it every time.” He rubbed his fingers along the small of her back. “Merlin, Hermione. I fucking love you.”

She paused, soaking in his words. Then she said, “I love you too, Draco. Very much.”

“I… I want this to last.” He said, his voice quieter. “I want this to stay this way.”

“It will.” She leaned up and kissed him softly. “Why wouldn’t it?”

“I just have this bad feeling…”

The sound of pecking interrupted their conversation, and Hermione’s head shot up to the bedroom window. She gathered some of the blankets around herself and padded her way to the window, opened it, and a grey owl the size of a small dog flew in and landed on the floor. It stared from Hermione, then to Draco, then extended a clawed talon where a scrolled up note was tied.

“That’s my father’s owl,” Draco muttered, pulling on his boxers before giving the owl a pat on the head and removing the scroll. He read it to himself without a word, and as he got to the end his eyebrows furrowed together. He read over it a second time, then a third, finally shooting his eyes up to Hermione, a stricken look across his face.

“Draco?” Hermione asked. “What does the letter say?”

“It… it’s my mother…” He whispered, crushing the note in his grip. “She…. She died.”

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I’m so sorry I didn’t get this chapter out sooner! I’ve been a very busy woman! I got married on Friday! Squeeeee! Hope you liked the lemon, and obviously you can anticipate what the next chapter will cover. Please leave your feedback! It is always so appreciated!
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