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5.
The following Monday evening found Draco and Hermione at the Romanian Reserve, sitting in the staff canteen that was turned into a pub at night for the staff that stayed on site, which was most of them.
So far today, they had received a whirlwind tour of the place and spoken to a few of the keepers. Draco had noticed that Granger and Weasley kept their meeting professional when they talked over what kind of wards were used.
Draco was now looking over at Granger, who was sitting at the bar drinking a fluffy cocktail. He took a sip of his fire whisky. ‘Fruitful day,’ he said, then seeing her checking the time and shuffling on her seat he asked, ‘Why aren’t you shagging Weasley already?’
She looked at him and laughed. She looked up at the clock behind the bar again and said, ‘I’m meeting him in an hour.’
Draco, wondering how a prissy Gryffindor like her was so comfortable not having a long-term monogamous relationship, asked, 'So, do you think you'll, you know, marry him someday?'
She chuckled and sighed, ‘I’m never getting married, Malfoy.’
‘Sorry?’ he asked, completely surprised.
She looked over at him. ‘Wizarding marriages are archaic and misogynistic.’ Ah, ever the feminist, he mused. ‘It’s ridiculous how the wizard practically owns the witch,’ she explained. ‘There’s no divorce, and they have to do what their husband says.’
Draco thought back to his parent’s relationship and knew that they had been in love when they first got married, but when his father had joined The Dark Lord and started to become more and more involved in his inner circle, if his mother had had the choice to leave, she would have. And if she could have, then Draco would have never been pulled into the situation that he had been during sixth year. ‘I actually understand where you’re coming from, Granger.’ She smiled. ‘What about a muggle marriage?’ he asked.
'Well, there’s not a lot of wizards that would agree to one,’ she said. ‘Dean and I actually talked about it.’
‘Dean?’ Draco asked.
‘Dean Thomas and I were together for over a year,’ she said. ‘He was from a muggle family as well, and we did talk about it. But then I,’ she took a breath. ‘I needed a break from everything in the wizarding world. I decided to take a sabbatical and go travelling for a year and he decided that he didn’t want to come with me.’
Draco nodded but again was taken by surprise. He never knew that Granger and Thomas had been together. She had never mentioned it to him before. ‘Well, I'm sure you'll find someone someday,’ he said genuinely, and she smiled a rueful smile.
‘Well, I better get going and get ready to see Charlie,’ she said and downed the rest of her drink. They were staying in adjacent rooms in the visitor’s area of the compound, but he assumed that she would not be spending much time actually in her room when Weasley’s accommodation was probably much nicer.
'Have fun, Granger.'
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Draco was walking back towards his room a little later that evening with a blond witch stuck to his side. He stopped and kissed her again, as they had a few times in the pub. Nelly, or was it Kelly? Maybe it was Shelly, anyways, she was responding enthusiastically to him as he kissed her and began running his hands up and down her body through her robes.
‘Mmm, Draco,’ she was moaning. He pulled away and pulled her further down the hall to where his room was. He pushed her against the wall between his and Granger’s doors and kissed her again while he fished into his pockets, trying to find the key to his room.
‘Oh fuck, Hermione!’
Draco heard a rough male voice coming from Granger’s room. He hadn’t expected them to come here, thinking they would have gone to Weasley’s quarters. ‘That’s it, love. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?’ the voice continued, and he heard a corresponding moan.
Draco, shocked, looked straight at Granger’s door and his ears turned pink. Nelly/Kelly/Shelly was kissing her way down his body and hadn’t seemed to notice the voices. Draco was still fumbling with his pockets trying to find the key when he finally wrapped his fingers around it and pushed it into the lock on the door. He tried to get into his own room before he heard anymore, his mind already exploding at the images that were blossoming in his mind.
‘Fuck Hermione, l fucking love when you swallow my cum.’
Draco stumbled into his room with the blond witch, but it was too late. The words had reached his ears and he stood shocked as his worldview turned inside out and upside down. ‘What the fuck?’ he said to himself, staring at the connecting wall as if it would be set ablaze by his gaze.
A voice from his bed pulled him from his reverie and his conquest for the night was already lying there and crooking a finger in his direction. ‘Come on, Draco. I need you.’
He felt almost mechanical, like he was going through the motions as he gave the girl a good shag, but his mind was constantly being pulled to the other side of that wall. He imagined Granger on her knees with a cock in her mouth, Granger moaning as she licked and sucked her way up that cock, and Granger looking up with her big brown eyes and face haloed by those ridiculous curls as she swallowed down the release.
He grunted as he came, biting his lip so he wouldn’t say the name of the witch that he was thinking of. ‘Oh Draco!’ shouted the witch under him as she reached her own climax.
Draco looked at the panting blond witch below him and then moved off of her and sat at the edge of the bed. His mind was racing and he groaned at the implications of what had just happened. His life had been thoroughly uncomplicated in the nine months since Granger had first walked into his cupboard, and though he had enjoyed having her as a friend, he had always thought of her as a proper and prim witch. Whenever he thought about Granger and Weasley having sex, it was vanilla and boring and polite.
Suddenly, he had been proven utterly and completely wrong. Having heard Weasley’s words and Granger’s passionate moans, his mind suddenly started conjuring other images of Granger in various sexual positions. ‘Fuck,’ he said, grabbing his hair in his hands as if trying to rip the images from his head. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’
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