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Beauty and the Beast	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14407 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco slipped into a nearby bookshop. Most of the titles were Russian, but with the help of his Russian-English dictionary and the elderly shopkeeper, he managed to find a small section that contained books in the English language.
It was an odd thing, knowing the one aspect of his normal life that he craved more than anything was literature. Malfoy Manor had a vast collection of titles from across time and space. In that moment, he would have given anything to be there…just for a moment.
His thoughts naturally drifted to the Hogwarts library. It was his one place of solace during his six years there. He valued the knowledge it offered, and most importantly the privacy. In his later years, Draco was mercilessly followed by a gaggle of girls – led by none other than Pansy Parkinson. It was nice at first, being so popular with the opposite sex, but he grew tired of it. He had no desire for quick shags. He had a job to do, things to learn, places to be.
The only girl, in fact, who remained oblivious to him, could also have been found in the library. Her name was Hermione Granger, and she was the smartest in their year. He’d resented her for it, but even he had to admit the girl worked hard and earned every grade given to her.
He closed his eyes, thinking of the last time he’d seen her. It had been so long. The entire day was a haze of blood, fire, and darkness. The war had been lost, and Harry had lived. Part of Draco had wanted that, but another part of him knew the consequences. Alas, his fate had been changed. He was no longer living a life of luxury in Malfoy Manor.
Yet every moment he took, to think back on the Battle at Hogwarts, one memory flooded his vision.
It was the look in her eyes, when he’d saved her. It was the sheer disbelief. It was knowing, through her eyes, he wasn’t supposed to be the hero – but the villain.
The young man bit back the frustration and circled around the nearest bookshelf. He brushed a finger over the spine of a Muggle book titled Pride & Prejudice. He knew this book. He’d seen her reading it, outside on a sunny day in their third year. It was during one of her many spats with Potter and Weasel. She had been alone, with a book in one hand and the other twirling the ends of her wild hair.
Draco thought to chuck her book into the Great Lake but instead he watched her read. Her expression changed throughout the afternoon, as she followed closely, reciting some of the dialogue out loud as though she had read it thousands of times. He’d been curious then, what drove Hermione to this one piece of literature, and he was curious now.
Without a second thought, he opened the book and read an excerpt.
“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
The words sent a flurry of emotions into his chest. For reasons unknown, the young man pocketed the book and left money on the counter, knowing he had over-estimated the cost by a large margin.
Draco downed a goblet of wine, crushing the silver heirloom in his fist as he caught sight of his reflection. It had been years since the change, but he knew deep down there was no getting used to it. Hermione had said it herself. He was a mutant. There was nothing about his appearance that reflected the Draco that once was, but something about that fact told him it wasn’t entirely bad.
“Is something the matter?” asked Hermione, having just awoken.
It was morning. They were still in his bedroom, which was illuminated by just a thin strip of daylight that slipped through the gap between window drapes. Draco preferred the dark. “Sorry for waking you,” he apologized. “I suppose you wish to leave the Manor.”
The young woman sat up, holding the bed sheets to her naked body. He could see the weight of what had happened between them hit her all at once. There were many consequences, most of which were hers. She looked terrified and then disappointed. “Harry is going to kill me.”
“Harry?”
“He’s the one who got me a job as an Auror,” she explained, running both hands through her thick hair. “I hope they don’t hold him accountable for my actions.”
Draco didn’t have much to say. He wasn’t a fan of the Ministry. It was flawed in more ways than he could count. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”
“What do you mean?” asked Hermione.
“Nobody knows what happened between us, except for us.”
The brunette arched an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we lie?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “The truth is not worth the damage it would do to your reputation.”
Hermione remained unimpressed. “I’d rather deal with the consequences of my actions than take the coward’s way out.”
“Suit yourself.” Draco turned back to his selection of liquor, pouring another goblet of wine. “It was only an idea.” He took one large sip. “Then again, there are other options.”
She rolled her eyes. “What might those be?”
“Stay with me,” he voiced. “I’ll keep you safe, until we find answers.”
“Stay here?” she asked, flabbergasted. “I will do no such thing.”
“You’d rather go back to the Ministry and be known as the girl who shagged a murderer?”
Hermione gasped. “It wasn’t a shag.”
“Really?” asked Draco, amused. “What was it?”
She swallowed, looking completely and utterly lost. “It – It was a lapse in judgment…on both our parts.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” he disagreed, finishing off his second goblet and pouring a third. “I quite enjoyed it. Just give me the word and I’ll go for round two.”
Hermione’s cheeks turned bright red. “You’re an awful man.”
He gave her a wink. “I’m a monster. It’s in my nature.”
“Oh, please.” She frowned. “Don’t give me that rubbish. You’re still the same ferret from Hogwarts, just bigger and…more hair.”
Draco tilted his goblet in her direction. “As long as I’m bigger.”
“Will you stop with the innuendo?”
“What innuendo?” he asked innocently. “I would do no such thing.”
Hermione rolled her eyes a second time. “Is this part of your scheme?” she asked. “You lure girls into your Manor and hold them hostage until they give you a pity fuck?”
This time Draco looked taken aback, but only for a second. “You’re angry because you liked it,” he challenged, leaning towards her and pressing the rim of his goblet against her parted lips. “And just the idea of fucking me a second time arouses you more than anything that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend had ever done.”
Hermione tried to say something, but wine poured into her mouth before she could get a single word in. It was definitely unlike any wine she had ever tasted. It was had countless layers, undoubtedly earned by age, and sent her into a world of clouds and mist.
She opened her eyes, only then realizing they had been closed, and witnessed everything in a haze.
Draco threw the goblet aside and turned back in her direction. “Let go,” he whispered, speaking directly to her subconscious. “Just let go.”
The young woman took a deep, deep breath. All that pent up frustration withered away, along with her grip on the bed sheets. She followed Draco’s eyes as they traveled along her naked torso and felt her breasts perk up at the sight of his lustful gaze.
He’d been absolutely right. She had liked it more than she was willing to admit. “Is this happening again…?” Hermione asked.
Draco placed a hand on the small of her back and lowered her onto the bed. “Would you like me to stop?”
The brunette didn’t think for more than a second. “Yes,” she interrupted.
Draco backed away in an instant, looking confused. “Erm –”
“I have an idea,” she voiced. “Do – Do you have a dungeon?”
The young man nodded, realizing exactly what was in store. He stepped off the bed and held out his arm. “Right this way, my lady.”
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