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Closer	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this fanfiction.

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Her fingers danced along the rim of his trousers, teasing him in a painfully enticing way. She liked that. She liked having him in the palm of her hand. It felt nice to be in control for once. Hermione bent down and left kisses down his torso, stopping only when she reached the trail of light blond hair below his belly button.

In truth, she had only seen one man in his entirety. It was a long time ago, and she would sooner forget the experience than relive it. She had been young and foolish, and his name was not Ronald Weasley.

The young woman felt her partner tense up, watching as his muscles contracted with each feather-light touch. She relished this moment. “I…I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, undoing the button to his trousers.

“Are you sure?” he asked breathlessly.

Hermione giggled, ending with a nod. She slowly unzipped the barrier and pulled them down, reaching inside with one hand and lightly scratching his abs with the other. He groaned with pleasure, in a way that made her body turn limp.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, feeling his surprisingly soft pubic hair beneath her fingertips.

His eyes were closed at that point. “Hmm?”

“I hear something.” The former Gryffindor turned her attention to the door, which to her astonishment stood completely ajar. She felt her cheeks grow warm. “Hold on.”

This time Draco was alert. He, too, could hear something. They listened together. The sound was coming from the other end of the corridor. It was a set of footsteps, two sets of footsteps, and they were getting louder and louder with each fleeting second. Hermione felt her husband pull her hand from his boxers and lift her to the side of him. Before she could make sense of what was going on, he slipped on his shirt and headed for the door, withdrawing his wand in the process. He glanced back for only one second with a look that told her she should stay put.

Normally Hermione would argue such an order, but given her current state of partial nudity, she remained perfectly still. Her eyes darted around the room, spotting her shirt and wand thrown carelessly to the hardwood floor. In a matter of seconds she had a getaway plan. But before she could put this plan in motion, there was another sound from the corridor. The footsteps had ceased and in their place were voices.

“Draco! We’ve been searching for you. Where have you been? We tried getting through to you via Floo Network and everything.”

“Sorry – I – I was busy.”

“Busy?”

“Sleeping. I was sleeping.”

“Well now is not the time for rest.”

“It’s ten o’clock at night, Parkinson.”

“Shut up, Zabini. We need Draco to come with us. Now.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“My – My wife is waiting for me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a snicker.

“Go on. Get her. She can come with us.”

“Fuck off, Blaise. She can stay right here. We only need him.”

“They’re a package deal. Aren’t you, D?”

“Er – I suppose we are, yes.”

Hermione arched an eyebrow, slipping on her things and giving one quick look in the mirror before rushing out to meet them. As she expected, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini stood side by side, across from Draco, staring at her with a mixture of uncertainty and suspicion. Though Pansy also offered a touch of envy.

Draco turned around, his ears reddening as she stood by him. “Erm – Hermione. You know my friends.”

“I do.”

Blaise stepped forward, extending his hand. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Sorry we couldn’t make it to the wedding. Parkinson and I had some business overseas.”

“It’s quite all right,” Hermione smiled, turning to Pansy. “It’s nice to see you after so long.” The words felt wrong, but for some reason she felt the insane urge to make an effort around these people, around Draco’s friends.

Pansy forced a smile that lasted only a second before turning to Draco. “So are you coming or do I have to tie you up like before?”

His eyes went wide and Hermione felt him hold her hand so the others couldn’t see. It was oddly reassuring. “We’ll be out in a moment. Just wait in the foyer. I need a second with my wife.”

My wife. The words lingered in the air between both groups until Blaise and Pansy turned their heels and left, arguing the entire way down about Merlin knows what.

“What do they want?” asked Hermione.

“Hell if I know.” Draco kept her hand in his as he led them back to the bedroom. “Their timing is impeccable.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m sorry. I know it was…erm…”

“Don’t apologize,” she interjected. “We have plenty of time to further acquaint ourselves with one another.”

Draco arched an eyebrow, a devilish grin playing on his face. “Is that what you call it?”

“For now.”

She turned around, keeping her back to him to hide the goofy smile on her face as the words left her mouth. She loved leaving him with those one-liners. The blank look on his face was priceless.

I know, I know. I'm evil.

xo.
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