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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. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
@ Malfoy'sgirl: I’ve been percolating some ideas for Harry. He’s a jerk in this story universe: emotionally damaged, volatile, and egocentric. And while he has done what he needed to survive, it came at a steep price to his well-being. Thank you for reading and continuing to comment. You rock!
@ aisukurimu: I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. I wish AFF had some way to email people when a new chapter comes out, like FF.net does. Thanks for the sweet comment. :)
@ ilariasantaniello: Ginny , Luna , e Lavanda fare la sua apparizione e forniscono Hermione qualche prospettiva tanto necessaria su Draco in questo capitolo . Sto ancora cercando di capirlo nella mia storia , ma gli amici di Hermione capire la sua situazione più che lei sa . Lei è una donna indipendente e suoi amici sa che deve trovare la propria strada .
@ HarryGinny4eva: I’m thinking Harry will be a roadblock to Hermione’s happiness in this story. In my other stories, he was a good guy, but I thought it might be interesting if he’s a wanker this time around. We’ll see more of him as I develop my ideas. Thank you for the comment!
@ staar: While Draco seems to have it better than Hermione, he’s definitely got some issues he still has to deal with: emotional aftermath from the war, the relationship he severed with his parents, and the possibility of violence against him. I need to delve into why/how he developed his coping mechanisms and how Hermione will play into it. Thanks for the comment!
@ Trelweny: I’ve been mulling over what makes a relationship move from superficial to love (in terms of this story). For these two, I think sex is part of it, but there’s having someone who admires your good qualities, accepts your quirks, and supports your development as a person. Hermione hadn’t felt protective of Draco until this past chapter, but now that she’s seen him as vulnerable and he hasn’t pushed her away, she’s beginning to see him as more than a conniving Slytherin. Thank you for the amazing comment!
@ sherlocked17: These two are all kinds of awkward! From my observations and experience, the beginning of any kind of relationship is about figuring out what the other person likes, dislikes and how they deal with differences in boundaries. BTW, I’ve been thinking about the questions I have for you and will send my email this week. (We’re buying and selling a house and it’s nuts around here!) Thank you for offering your help. :)
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Draco had told her he was studying in the library for a project he was working on with a partner. Hermione was looking for him amongst the library study tables in the great room of the massive library, but he was nowhere in sight. She knew there were small, private, by-reservation-only rooms available, so she began to pass by those doors hoping for a glimpse of his platinum head. She reached the last door and saw him sitting next to a gorgeous, blond witch. The witch was looking at Draco adoringly and he was chuckling at something she had said.
I am such a fool!
An unexpected feeling of betrayal made her chest constrict. She quickly ducked her head and walked out of the library.
Why are you upset? He never promised you a real relationship. You haven’t even had sex yet. He needs something from you and you from him. Don’t make this arrangement into something it’s not.
Despite everything Hermione was thinking, she felt tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t want to go back to the flat. She and Malfoy had been spending so much time together, it was clear she needed a break to get some perspective.
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She walked to her owl post office box and picked up her mail. The university had sent her another invoice.
Paid: 2,000 Galleons. Owed: 1,000 Galleons.
What more could she ask of Malfoy? He was paying her tuition and had opened his home to her. She didn’t have to continue this arrangement. Hermione was sure he could find some other witch to satiate himself with, maybe another charity case. This was probably his way of trying to make up to her what his horrid family did to her during the war and get his rocks off at the same time.
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Where is she?
Draco had come home after his study session, hoping Hermione would be ready to have dinner. He’d waited and waited, finally scrounging up some left-overs from a couple of nights back.
Since she’d moved in, she’d been fairly predictable in her schedule. She’d study in her office or the kitchen, but she always made room for him to study near her. It seemed she understood his desire to be close to her and didn’t make him feel weak for it. He didn’t want to smother her, but he had the impression she had enjoyed his company, too.
Draco was lying in bed reading when he heard her Apparate into the flat. He heard her rustling around in the kitchen and a couple of minutes later the kettle whistled. He got out of bed to check on her.
“Hey. Is everything alright?”
She gave him a chilly look. “I’m fine. I have a paper to finish, so if you’ll excuse me.”
What was this?
“Hermione, what happened?”
“Nothing, Malfoy.”
“You’re back to calling me Malfoy?”
She grabbed her tea and began to make her way to the office, ignoring his last question. He followed her.
“Did I do something to upset you?” He thought back on the past couple of days, trying to think of anything rude or offensive he could have done. Nothing came to mind.
She gave him a tight smile. “Would you give me some space?”
Draco found himself feeling irritated with her. She stayed out late, didn’t leave him a note as to her whereabouts and came home with a shitty attitude.
“No. This arrangement won’t work if you won’t talk to me.”
She began setting out rolls of parchment and taking books out of her bag.
“You’ve held up your end of the arrangement, Malfoy. My expectations were unclear to myself, but I’m starting to understand what to expect.”
He stared at her, trying to decipher what she was saying. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I may not be as well-versed as you are about the opposite sex, but don’t treat me like an idiot.”
“Is…is this moving too fast for you?” Maybe what they’d done in bed had been out of her comfort zone?
“Or maybe not fast enough for you?” she asked testily.
“Seriously, what are you going on about?”
He’d seen the same expression on her face when The Weasel started seeing that blond Gryffindor bimbo. Hermione was jealous and felt betrayed. But Draco knew, without a doubt, that he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Tell me exactly what it is you think I’ve done. Don’t think I can guess, because I haven’t got a clue.”
She seemed to deflate and sank into the leather desk chair.
“I didn’t know you were going to see other people when we were engaged in this arrangement. It took me by surprise to see you in the library study room with that witch.”
“Granger, I’m not seeing anyone else. My study partner is flirtatious, but I’m not interested in her.”
“No?”
Draco walked over to Hermione sat on the desk in front of her. “No.”
He tugged her up and pulled her against his bare chest.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispered into his neck.
He stroked her back. Intellectually, he’d understood that she’d be complicated and have emotional baggage. But he hadn’t expected her to be as fragile as she was. In comparison to her, he’d always thought he was a wreck. Draco was unsure about what to do. He wanted her to be content in their arrangement. Without a doubt, if she felt she wasn’t earning her keep, she’d leave to work at the Ministry and start sending him payments. He didn’t know what to say. Instead, he guided her out of the room, his arm around her shoulder.
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Three days later and Hermione was still holding Draco at arm’s length. She was polite, helpful and agreeable, but Draco could see the weariness in her eyes. He couldn’t figure out how to bring her out of the shell she had retreated back into.
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“I’d like to have lunch in Hogsmeade on Saturday,” Draco said to Hermione as they walked to class.
“I have a lot of studying this weekend, but I can take a few hours. Where did you want to go?”
“It’s not a Hogwarts weekend, so The Three Broomsticks should be fine. I’ve had a craving for their Shepherd’s Pie.”
They reached her building first. Draco grabbed her hand to get her attention before she dashed off to class.
“You have an appointment with Madame Monique at three today. Do you want me to meet you there after my class?”
Madame Monique was an exclusive dressmaker who Draco had contacted to create Hermione’s dress for the Hogwarts Fundraising Gala.
“No, I shouldn’t be too long. I’ll see you this evening.”
Draco squeezed her hand and watched her disappear into the building.
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The bells at the door of The Three Broomsticks jingled as Draco and Hermione walked in from the cold. Hermione followed Draco to a table and was amazed to find Ginny, Luna and Lavender apparently waiting for her.
“Hello, ladies,” Draco said cordially. “After lunch, you have appointments at Serenity Day Spa. Enjoy your afternoon.”
The girls beamed in surprise and murmured their appreciation.
Hermione walked a few steps with him towards the door.
“You did this for me?” she said quietly.
“I thought you could use some time with your friends,” he said diplomatically.
Hermione leaned in and kissed Draco’s smooth-shaven cheek. “Thank you.”
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The four friends had their feet submerged in warm water while their hands were manicured. The spa staff was attentive and quiet, allowing the group to talk.
“What’s he like?” Ginny asked.
“He’s intelligent. We spend a lot of time studying together. He’s a great cook, he’s generous, obviously he has great taste.”
Lavender sighed. “He’s romantic, too.”
“Yeah, I suppose he is.”
“You’re withholding your heart from him,” Luna observed.
Hermione considered Luna’s question. “I find it hard to imagine that I’m a long-term relationship option for him. He’s good to me, but I don’t want to get overly invested.”
Ginny cocked her head at her curly-haired friend. “He’s crazy about you, Mione. And you might not think he’s a long-term prospect, but a man doesn’t arrange this kind of thing for a fling.”
Merlin, if you lot knew the truth about our “relationship”!
“What’s he like in bed?” Lavender could never resist gossiping about her sex life, or anyone else’s for that matter.
“Well, it hasn’t gotten that far,” she confessed.
“How can you resist?” Lavender squealed. “You two have crazy chemistry!”
Hermione laughed. “We do have great chemistry, but we’re taking our time.”
Luna studied Hermione. Between Hermione’s beautiful new clothes, whatever hair treatment had caused her trademark locks to gleam, and the rich pearl earrings dotting her earlobes, Luna could ascertain that Draco Malfoy was trying to make her friend’s life better. Seeing the way he looked at Hermione in the pub had cemented the hunch that these two were a real possibility.
“You mean more to him than you think,” Luna said in her knowing way.
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Draco was lying on the sofa, proof-reading an essay due the following week. Hermione had helped him organize his thoughts and had read earlier drafts of his work. Her academic talent had been wasted on Potty and The Weasel, but he could appreciate the brilliance of her ideas. Draco thought this might be the best essay he’d written, thanks to her.
Hermione Apparated into the entry and found Draco in front of the fire. She gave him the first genuine smile she had in days.
“How was it?” he asked, smiling back at her.
“It was nice to see my friends. They all thank you for lunch and the spa treatments.”
He put down his essay and beckoned her to sit next to him. She sat and patted her thighs indicating that he should rest his legs on hers.
“You need to see your friends more often. It’s important for you to maintain those relationships.”
She kneaded his calves and met his gaze. “You’re right. I’m sorry for my behavior this week. Sometimes I dwell on what I’ve lost and what I still have to lose and it overwhelms me. Our arrangement perplexes me and I’m not good at compartmentalizing my emotions.”
“What about it perplexes you?”
“Probably the same thing that confuses most women—separating love and physical intimacy. When you do something thoughtful for me, like what you did today, I’m not sure what I can do to reciprocate.”
Draco never would have gotten such a straight answer from a Slytherin. He wanted to assure her she was reciprocating by virtue of being open and honest with him, and treating their burgeoning sex life as she would with a “real” boyfriend. What he knew is that he liked her, a lot, despite her numerous issues. He’d moved beyond his fascination with her and recognized she was a beautifully complicated woman, not some caricature of bravery and genius as she was often painted by the press.
“You’re putting your reputation at risk by being associated with me. And even though the majority of your friends took our relationship in stride, you stand to lose Potter. I know how important his friendship is to you.”
“I’ll always be glad that I made the choice to help Harry defeat Voldemort, but our friendship isn’t what is used to be. I let him use me our year on the run and I regret it. Our friendship might be too damaged to repair.”
Draco understood sex as a distraction for the horrors life had meted out to him. He and Pansy had slept together for two years and he could admit he’d had no intention of pursuing anything more with her. Pansy had fled the country after the war, taking her inheritance and letting her parents sort out their own legal mess. He knew, through Daphne, that Pansy was living in Germany, but she’d never reached out to him. Draco hoped Pansy was able to move on with her life, as he had been trying to do.
“I didn’t know you felt that way about Potter,” Draco murmured.
While he was glad she wasn’t as attached to his rival as he’d previously thought, now he was concerned that any chance he had with her would evaporate when their time together expired. He knew he wasn’t using her, but the deal they’d struck certainly made it seem that way.
“You charmed my friends,” Hermione said, wanting to lighten the mood.
“Did I?” he said with a smirk.
“Of course. If you’d been this nice at school, every girl would have been at your beck and call.”
“That wouldn’t have been fair to all those other blokes, yeah?”
“No, I suppose it wouldn’t have been,” Hermione said, tickling his side. He jerked away from her with a shout.
“Oh my God, you’re ticklish! I finally have something on the great Draco Malfoy.”
She dug her fingers into his side as he pushed her away.
“Stop, Granger! Stop!” he laughed. Draco pulled her onto his lap and dug his chin into the crook of her neck.
“Ooh, that feels disgusting!” she said, squirming on his lap. Draco held her arms at her sides to prevent another attack.
Having Hermione’s arse rubbing against his groin was producing a most pleasurable effect. He kept his arms banded about her and began to kiss her neck. She let her head fall back to give him better access to the sensitive column of flesh.
“I missed you the past few days,” Draco whispered into her ear. She’d kept her distance from him and after basking in her attention, it had been difficult to be ignored.
“I missed you, too.” He’d become her friend, even more than a friend, over the weeks they’d been living together. She wondered if it was possible to enjoy the time they had together and accept the inevitable end when it came.
He freed her arms and she cupped his face, leaning her forehead against his. Their lips brushed together before Hermione opened herself to him, allowing his tongue to stroke into her mouth. She ran her hands over his brow and cheekbones as they kissed, memorizing his fine bone structure with her fingers.
His hands traveled under her shirt to unclasp the front of her bra. Draco fingered her stiff nipples until she breathlessly broke their kiss. Their eyes met and Hermione gave Draco a lusty, mischievous smirk. A small smile graced his lips as she kneeled between his legs and began to unbuckle his belt. His black wool trousers came undone quickly. Draco helped her pull his pants and boxers off, exposing his long, thick cock. Hermione had seen it before, but she hadn’t explored his shaft with her hands or mouth on his naked skin.
“You’re big,” she observed, lightly fingering the bulbous, red crown.
“Gods, that feels amazing,” Draco murmured.
Her digits lightly stroked down his penis to his heavy sac. The hair at his root was light and wiry, tickling her fingers. She put her lips to the tip in a gentle buss, letting her hand continue to lightly stroke his length. Hermione flicked her tongue out and tasted his pre-cum. She felt him shudder.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed out.
Taking his swollen head into her mouth, she took in his clean, manly taste. The skin was so smooth against her exploring tongue. She relaxed her throat and took him as far as she could before coming up to suck at the head.
“Holy fuck,” he grumbled, Draco’s hands in fists at his sides.
Hermione took his balls in one hand, gently squeezing and tugging at the twin weights. The wrinkly texture fascinated her and she loved the way he shivered as she tended to him.
Draco’d had blow jobs before, but they were quick, usually part of foreplay and not meant to take him to completion. The langorous, sensual way Hermione was tormenting his body had Draco struggling to maintain control. She began to feast on his cock, sucking and laving in a steady rhythm until Draco felt his balls begin to seize.
Hermione knew he was going to come when the muscles of his thighs hardened around her. She moaned, letting him know he could release into her mouth.
“Keep going, Granger… fuck! Yes! Gods, you’re amazing…” His hands guided her head over his cock as he came. He could feel her throat constricting around his spurting length and the sensation was mind-blowing. When he was spent, he removed his hands from her hair and she let him out of her mouth. She sat back on her knees and looked at him.
“I would offer to reciprocate, but I can’t move,” Draco said with a grin. He offered Hermione a hand and pulled her to the sofa. She snuggled into his side, under his arm.
“I like seeing you come undone. You’re always so composed.”
Draco adjusted their bodies so she was partially lying on him.
“You undo me,” Draco murmured into her mussed hair. He closed his eyes. “Just a quick kip, okay?”
Hermione nestled into his warm, comforting embrace. She felt Draco fall asleep, but her mind whirred with thoughts of the afternoon he had planned for her and what her friends had perceived of his feelings for her. Kissing his neck, she used the quiet time to ruminate on her reluctant feelings for her former tormentor.
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