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Something In The Way She Moves	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 79927 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 8: A Day With You

It was a warm Sunday afternoon and Draco was standing on the pavement in a crowded street fair while Hermione haggled over an old chair with an old man. If he hadn�t missed her so damned much the previous week he would never have agreed to come with her. They only met once during the work week, for dinner and that usually ended in an overnight.

Friday was his favorite day of the week when she would come to the pub and sit at the little table right up front while he played. Then they would share a drink, a plate of chips and he would take her home where they would have the most incredible sex he had ever experienced until well into the dawn. Saturday they would wake up late, have breakfast naked then take Studly for a walk in the park.

She had taken him to an art museum once which he had found rather boring. Muggle art wasn�t as interesting as wizarding art since it didn�t move or speak. However, he was able to appreciate the nudes. Soft, curvy women stretched out in varying positions of surrender, what more could a man want. She hadn�t found his love of the genre quite as interesting, especially when a rather large painting of a naked woman stretched out on a chaise appeared in his bathroom a week later, her face and form looking very much like Hermione�s own.

They had gone to the cinema a few times. It was one of the best things the Muggles had going for them. Draco was rather fond of gangster movies though he had sat through a chick flick or two for her. They had gone to a fair, the circus, a dinner cruise along the Thames and for long rides on the bike through the country. But his favorite moments were curled up on the sofa with her in his arms, a pizza and a film with Studly lying on the floor at their feet. It definitely was not in a crowded street sweating his bollocks off while she tried to purchase an ugly old chair.

�Let me take you to a furniture shop and buy you a damned chair?� He said, tired, hot and cranky.

�I want this one.� She said, turning to argue some more with the old man over the price.

�Why? It�s a moldy old chair that probably stinks of some old dead guys arse!� He said. His stomach was growling and he was thirsty.

�Because it is a beautiful chair with the perfect frame, it fits the d�cor of my house.� She said, turning back to the man.

�So let me have one made for you then! I�m starving here.� He groaned. Hermione turned to him, clearly annoyed at his whining.

�It isn�t the same. I want that chair.� She said stubbornly. �Besides, look at it, the high back and smooth curve of the arms.� She said softly. Draco came to stand next to her and stared down at the old, moth eaten chair with a sagging seat. She clasped his arm and leaned close to him. �It has a wide seat, if you were sitting in it my legs would easily be able to curl over the arms and the high back is the perfect handhold��

�Bollocks!� Draco reached into his pocket for his wallet. �What do you want for the bloody chair?� He snapped at the man.

�Seventy five.� The old geezer said stubbornly.

�Fine, take it!� Draco said as he shoved bills into the man�s hand. He grabbed the chair by the arms and lifted it up and over his shoulder, turning to stare at Hermione who was laughing at him.

�Thanks for the chair.� She laughed, watching him try to balance the awkward piece of furniture on his shoulder.

�We are having this thing re-covered, re-padded and fumigated twice. Then you are going to make good on that little selling tactic and ride me through the damned seat.� He said, his eyes narrowed. �And for the record, this chair does smell like something died in it. So lead me to the nearest spot we can apparate from so we can take this ugly arsed chair back to your house and go get something to eat!�

Hermione was still laughing as she led Draco through the streets and into a narrow alley way where they apparated, with her ugly arsed chair, back to her little house. Draco shoved it into a spare bedroom while Hermione checked her messages. She was frowning at the little message machine when he came back through the house.

�Is something wrong?� He asked.

�My parents. They want me to come to dinner.� She said.

�Sounds reasonable, I meet mine for a meal on occasion.� He laughed.

�They also want me to bring along whoever it is that has been keeping me so busy here lately.� She said, biting her lip.

�Ah, that would be me.� Draco said with a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around her.

�Draco�do you�I mean�it�s been almost two months, do you�would you like to meet my parents?� She asked.

�Do you want your parents to meet me?� He asked, holding her loosely in his arms.

�We haven�t really been discussing what we are doing, where this is going.� She was a bit nauseated as she brought it up. �I wasn�t sure if we were going to move things to the next level or just keep it here.�

�Where is here, exactly?� He asked.

�Weekend lovers?� She didn�t know what else to call them.

�Well that doesn�t work does it? I mean I�ve shagged you loads of times during the week.� He was smiling at her again and she was a little upset that he wasn�t taking her seriously.

�Never mind, Draco, let me call them and make plans for us to meet one night next week and then we can go get something for you to eat.� She said, pushing on his arms to get free.

�Oh no you don�t.� He tightened his hold on her. �Look at me.� She lifted her chin and met his gaze. �Call your parents, Hermione, and tell them we will join them for dinner tonight at Lorenzo�s, seven o�clock.� He said.

�Draco, we don�t have to, I don�t want to force you��

�You aren�t forcing me. If I didn�t want to go I wouldn�t, I can be an arsehole that way.� He said. �I�m sorry for making a joke about it. I promise you, I take what we have very seriously.� He said softly. �Don�t you know that?�

Hermione sighed, even more confused than she was previously. She rested her head against his shoulder and her eyes roamed the front of her icebox. She couldn�t help but smile, the doors were covered with handmade cards and notes written in crayon, and not all of them were from her god-children.

Draco was attentive, affectionate and generous with her. He was funny and sweet and they had real conversations about real things that actually mattered. They had the most amazing sex. The only thing that was missing was a real understanding of how he felt about her, or how she felt about him.

�Okay, Draco.� She said hugging him tight.

�That isn�t an answer.� He said, rubbing her back.

�I don�t have another one.� She said. Draco pursed his lips thoughtfully, his chin resting on the top of her head. She wasn�t a casual relationship sort of girl, he knew that from the beginning and what he felt for her wasn�t casual, he wasn�t sure what it was really. He knew that he loved spending time with her and talking to her. He loved seeing the look on her face when he bought her a gift or gave her some silly little card he had made. Her laughter was like an aphrodisiac for him and when he went more than a couple of days without seeing her he missed her. What seemed more important though was that he hadn�t looked at another female with interest since that first night. He wanted no one but her.

�Okay, Hermione.� He said, kissing the top of her head. �Call your folks then get ready, I am going to go home and feed Studs, get a snack because you have bloody well starved me all day, and make reservations for dinner.�

Hermione pulled back and looked into his eyes. He seemed a little more distant than he had before she opened her mouth. Had she said the wrong thing and pushed him away?

�Alright.� She smiled. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a soft lingering kiss.

�Look beautiful for me.� He whispered. �Well, as beautiful as you can with your clothes on.�

With another quick kiss he was gone, leaving her alone in her kitchen leaning against the counter trying to figure out their relationship and what she was going to tell her parents.

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Draco was having trouble taking his eyes off of her as they walked up the street towards the restaurant. Aside from her work clothes he hadn�t seen her in anything other than casual clothes. When he had entered her house and found her waiting for him in a black sheathe dress that came just below her knees, high heeled shoes and the pearls he had bought her he actually tripped over his own feet trying to get closer to her.

Her long hair had been smoothed into long, silky waves and pulled back into a ponytail. Small pearl earrings matched the rope around her neck. She was wearing makeup, something she rarely did and the glossy sheen on her lips had him licking his own in anticipation of kissing her. With a smile that rocked him to his core she curled her hand around his arm let him disapparate them to the pub. They walked the few blocks to the restaurant from there.

Her parents were waiting for them in the restaurant foyer and came rushing towards her as soon as they entered. A tall, slender woman, obviously her mother, with shoulder length honey colored hair embraced her tightly then stepped back to admire her frock. Hermione looked like her mother, though she got her coloring from her father, a great bear of a man with a barrel chest and strong jaw. His hair was thinning so he had resorted to a military style haircut in a last ditch effort to keep from looking bald. He was a bit less exuberant than his wife, greeting Hermione with a short hug and a kiss to her cheek.

�Darling, it has been so long since we have seen you!� Her mother said with sad eyes.

�I�m sorry; work has been a bit of a mess.� Hermione said apologetically. Her parents were no longer paying attention to her however; they were staring at the young man behind her who couldn�t seem to take his eyes off of their daughter. �And that is the other reason I have been so busy.�

Hermione turned to find Draco still staring at her; she gave him an odd look, confused by his continued staring and laid her hand on his arm.

�Draco, these are my parents, Jean and Gus Granger.� She said, pinching his arm in an attempt to get him to focus. �Mum and Dad, this is Draco Malfoy�my boyfriend.�

Draco smiled; he liked hearing her lay claim to him to someone. It was the first time she had referred to him as anything other than �the man I am seeing� boyfriend was more personal, more intimate, even if it was a bit juvenile.

�Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Granger.� He said politely. He bowed over her mother�s hand slightly, leaving the older woman flustered and he shook her father�s hand firmly.

�Oh�well�Draco is it?� Her mother said as she slid the charm on her necklace back and forth on the chain. Hermione�s eyes widened just a bit when she saw the flush on her mother�s cheeks. Was her mum flirting? �It is a pleasure to meet you. We had no idea that our little Hermione had such a handsome gentleman friend.�

She was! Her mother was actually flirting with Draco! Hermione wasn�t angry, or even jealous. Women fell under his spell easily when he poured on the charm; it was one of the things that made the Malfoy men dangerous. His father was a criminal of the worst sort but there wasn�t a woman alive who could say he wasn�t stunningly beautiful and charming to a fault.

�I�m afraid I have been monopolizing as much of her free time as I possibly can, Madame. I am sorry we haven�t met sooner.� Draco said, his heart winning smile in place.

�Malfoy? I think I met a Malfoy years ago in a bookshop when we were getting Hermione ready to leave for school. A great big man with long hair, he got into an altercation with Arthur if I recall.� Gus said, his brow furrowed. �And I believe Hermione had some issues with a boy in her class of the same name.�

�The man in the bookstore would be my father, unfortunately, and what is even more unfortunate is that the boy in her class was me.� Draco said. �I have no excuse for my father and none that can make up for my own appalling behavior when I was young I am afraid. However, I assure you that all of our childhood issues have been resolved.� Draco looked her father in the eye and didn�t back down or try to explain it away, her father would respect that. �Shall we sit?�

Draco checked in at the desk and they were led to a small booth near the window. Draco waited for Hermione to slide onto the bench seat then pulled out one of the chairs across from them for her mother, working himself deeper into her good graces. Hermione was amused, and impressed as she watched him work his magic.

�So you are like our Hermione then?� Her mother asked, keeping the question vague as she never quite knew who was and was not aware of her daughter�s gift.

�Yes, Ma�am, I am a wizard.� Draco said, pulling open his suit jacket so that Jean could see his wand in the breast pocket tucked in alongside Hermione�s.

�Why don�t you tell us a little about yourself, Draco?� Gus said gruffly from over his menu. �Aside from the brawling father and adolescent leanings towards bullying.�

Hermione looked across the table at her father, completely appalled by his abrupt behavior towards Draco. Draco didn�t seem to be affected; he simply smiled and leaned back against the padded bench his arm stretched out behind her.

�Well, you know about my heritage and where I went to school. I come from an ancient pureblood family; I have no idea what generation I represent. My family is the wealthiest in the wizarding world and one of the most well known. I went to University in Spain and also went to Oxford where I earned a degree in Music. I own and sit on the boards of several companies. I am invested, silently, in several as well. I assist my father with the handling of various family businesses in preparation of inheriting the role as head of the family. I am not quite a year younger than Hermione, I live in London, I own a pub for wizarding folk where I play drums in a band on Friday nights, I have a dog and I am crazy about your daughter.� Draco took a deep breath and locked eyes with her father. �Would you like to know anything else?�

�Yes�.does your father still have all of that hair and if so how did he manage? If it�s magic would you mind giving me a little help?� Gus ran his hand over his thin hair with a grin.

�As a matter of fact he does still have all of that hair but it has nothing to do with magic. I am afraid it is simply genetic.� Draco said.

�Well bollocks, no hope for it then.� Gus sighed and returned his attention back to his menu.

Dinner was an easy affair, surprisingly. Draco was impressive as he charmed her parents with an ease that was almost frightening to Hermione. Of course she should have known, being Lucius�s son, that he would have such abilities.

As she and her mother finished up their dessert, Draco and her father were hidden behind an open menu as Draco transfigured the small things on the table into a small Quidditch team and began trying to explain the wizard�s game.

�Your Draco is very nice, Hermione.� Her mother said quietly across the table.

�He has his moments.� Hermione said smiling as her mother stared at him. �He isn�t hard on the eyes either.�

�Oh no, he is quite handsome.� Jean said, her cheeks rosy.

�Mum, are you developing a crush on my boyfriend?� Hermione teased.

�Of course not!� Jean said, fanning herself wildly. �He is just�well there is something about him you can�t help but be attracted to, isn�t there.�

�He is magnetic, I will give him that.� Hermione glanced over at her lover and she had to smile, he had handled meeting her parent beautifully and won them over easily. He was amazing.

�You really care about this one don�t you? I haven�t seen that look on your face since Ronald.� Jean was smiling, so glad to see her daughter happy for a change.

�Well, yes, I care about him.� She replied very quietly. �I don�t really know what this is exactly, Mum, so I�d rather not talk about it too much.�

�Okay Dear, I understand.� Jean patted her daughter�s hand and then tapped Gus on the shoulder. �Time for us to go, Darling, we have work tomorrow.�

�Damn, and I was finally figuring it all out.� Gus sighed as he watched Draco return all of the objects to their natural state.

�No worries, Gus. Perhaps you could come to a match sometime, I keep a box at the stadium near Hogsmeade Village.� Draco said.

�I think I might like that, young man.� Gus replied as he reached for the leather binder holding their bill. Draco got to it first, however.

�Please, allow me.� He said, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He withdrew his muggle credit card and tucked it inside before handing it off to the waiter.

�You didn�t even look at the bill!� Gus said, knowing that the tab had to be astronomical given that they had all eaten lobster and steak on top of starters, three bottles of expensive wine and a very rich, very expensive chocolate dessert.

�It doesn�t matter.� Draco said, smiling rather smugly.

�So it�s like that is it?� Gus laughed. The boy was arrogant, almost to a fault. But he liked him. He liked that he was honest, that he didn�t try to hide his past or lay blame. He liked knowing that his daughter�s boyfriend was well off, that he could give her nice things and if they moved on to marriage he could relax knowing that she was taken care of. But more than that, he liked the way he looked at his little girl. His sharp, blue/gray eyes softened when they settled on Hermione.

When they stepped out onto the pavement in front of the restaurant Hermione hugged her parents tight and kissed their cheeks. Draco shook Gus�s hand and kissed Jean on the cheek. When Hermione shivered and Draco removed his suit jacket to wrap around her shoulders Gus got a gut feeling that his little girl had met the one. It was with a happy heart that he and Jean watched them walk away, Draco with his arm around her shoulder while Hermione leaning against him.

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Hello friends! I am so happy you are enjoying this little tale =)

Anglebaby � Spike is definitely the reason I got hooked on the show. Funny thing is I never watched it while it was on the air, then my dearest, sweetest friend Jenny insisted that I watch it. We now have a weekly Buffy night where we pick up chicken wings and onion rings from Buffalo Wild Wings and curl up on the couch to watch anywhere from 3-8 episodes. We are in Season 4 right now. She still thinks Angel is the hottest but I think its gotta be Giles or Spike personally. =) Maybe Ill spread my fan fic wings and write a Spuffy fic�

Utopia � funny you should mention BROWNIE points�earning brownies comes in to play here shortly.

Narcissa�s sister � This story wrote itself. I had no sooner finished Merlin�s tomb and this was flying from my fingertips. It was written in less than two weeks. Much as I love him I think I was just ready to write someone other than Lucius for a bit.

LadyVoldemort87 � the whole time I was thinking about that horrid, yet funny conversation we were having about the HP line of Vibrators, I�m still going with the �Potions Master� as being top of the line though��

Dreamweaver � my parents are like that, they cant help themselves, most of their pets have �issues�

Babytreecia � truthfully this story is very light without a whole lot going on outside of Draco and Hermione making a relationship, or trying to. It is very lighthearted and short on the angst.

Larrabee � I have a RL going�but I made it complicated, like Remus isnt a complicated enough character. LadyBlueEyes has read what is complete and is adamant that I finish it, it involves espionage and the Rom�.required A LOT of research and is a slow going fic but will eventually get completed upon threat of death.

Scarlettwitchextreme � can I assume by the �kawaii� comment that you are Hawaiian? I lived on Oahu in Wahiawa for 3 years�my first child was born in Honolulu. =) oh and expect more hotness�.this fic is full of smutty goodness LOL

Alright everyone�gotta get my tired, sniffling butt to work now!!!!!! Oh�.and um�.fair warning for Sunday�have drool cloths handy, the lemons are�creative =)

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