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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
I tried to live my life as normal as I could. Draco would send me the occasional letter by owl when I was busy at work, telling me he would wait patiently for me to come to my senses. I was still confused and undecided at what I wanted to do, mainly because my whole life and family was on the line. I looked up at the clock noting the time. It was nearly lunch time, and I felt a bit hungry.
I decided to have lunch somewhere quiet and low-key, where I could indulge in my favorite pastime. The Leaky Cauldron was just as empty as I suspected it would be, since people often went to more modern and fancier restaurants to eat at. Picking the booth in the farthest corner of the pub, I sat down and ordered my lunch from the waitress that appeared. I ordered some tea, and a cucumber sandwich. I picked up my book, and readied myself to read about the moors, Catherine Earnshaw, and my favorite brooding character, Heathcliff. I had just took a sip from my tea, when I heard the voice I had been dreading to hear.
"Well, well, well. Hello again Hermione. You're not stalking me are you? Because, there really is no need." Draco said. He sat down across from me, and lifted one of his eyebrows expectantly.
"No, I'm not stalking you Draco. I happen to be enjoying a quiet lunch, and one of my favorite books." I replied..
"What are you reading?"
"Wuthering Heights."
"I've never read that one. I'm going to have to borrow yours, so I can read it."
"I can send you a copy. I'll just add the fee to your statement."
"That's great. So, have you given any thought on our last discussion?" Draco asked.
"The truth is that I have thought about it, and I'm still undecided Draco. What you ask of me might mean nothing to you, but it would interfere with my whole life. Not that it doesn't sound appealing, but I'm afraid I'm going to need more time."
He looked slightly disappointed, but then he reached out his arm, and slowly stroked my hand with his pinky, probably trying to be inconspicuous. It felt amazing, and I closed my eyes at the longing I felt to touch him back so strongly. I opened my eyes, and I saw Draco looking around the pub, he then reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out his wand. I heard him whisper a spell I had never heard of before, when I started to feel different. I got all hot, and suddenly my whole body convulsed, and I felt my vagina pulsating with strong, euphoric spasms that ended with a small gush being released that dampened my knickers.
Oh my goodness. Draco just used some kind of spell to make me have an orgasm, while I sat at a pub, where anyone could have noticed? An orgasm that felt unbelievably good, and left me feeling like I wanted to rip off his clothes and finish what he started, but still. After allowing myself to come down from the immense high my body was feeling, I looked at Draco, then I looked around to make sure nobody noticed my little show.
"What in the bloody hell was that Draco Malfoy?" I whispered to him.
"Just a small sample of what you'll be feeling when you decide to surrender to me. You look like a goddess when you come. Has anyone ever told you that? Alright, well I have to be going. I hope you do the right thing for you Hermione. You won't regret it, I can promise you that." He got up and walked out without a backwards glance. It took me a good ten minutes to relax enough to try and start my book again, but even then, I couldn't immerse myself in my book and become Cathy Earnshaw like I wanted to. I decided to head back to work for the rest of my work day after I used a quick scourgify spell to vanish the mess between my legs.

Heading home after a long day at work, I used the Floo to get home. As soon as I stepped out of the fireplace, I knew something was amiss. The heavenly smell of baked chicken was coming from the kitchen, and there was romantic muggle music playing, that sounded like it was coming from the dining room. My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. What on earth is going on?
Curiously, I slowly made my way into the kitchen to investigate, with my wand drawn. My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Ronald was in the kitchen, at the stove, cooking food, wearing one of my frilly, pink aprons. I couldn't help but grin, at the adorable sight. He must have heard me, because he suddenly turned around and beamed a million dollar smile at me.
"Surprise!" he yelled.
"What's going on?" I questioned.
"I wanted to surprise you with dinner. I haven't made you dinner in a long time, and I know you deserve a break from making it every once in a while."
He headed to the fridge and pulled out some wine, and began to pour a glass. Ron smiled at me and placed the glass in my hand.
"How was your day at work?"
It took me a while to respond, since I felt like I had just walked into someone else's life, a life I wanted for so long; but gave up on.
"Um, it was great. I've set up a new author to come in and do a signing in two weeks. He's quite popular at the moment. He's written stories about a child hero who fights darkness just like Harry. A lot of kids are interested. I'm sorry. I'm babbling aren't I?"
I was completely mortified at how excited I got over Ron's simple question.
"You're talking about Milton B. Davies right?" Ron asked.
My tongue was tied, and my eyes blinked at him rapidly completely flabbergasted. What in the world was going on? How does Ronald know about this?
"Yes, how did you know?" I asked.
"A lot of the blokes at work seem to like his stories too. They buy them on the pretense of reading to their kids, but actually want to read them themselves. I have to admit that I've looked at one of his books before, to see what the big deal was about. It was interesting. He even wrote in two sidekicks in the stories, kind of like you and me."
I laughed, and found myself happy being able to discuss things with my husband..
We drank wine, and we ate the wonderful dinner that he cooked for me. It was an amazing night that I didn't want to end. I was on cloud nine. What had caused Ron to suddenly become the husband that I always wanted? When the night came to an end, Ron helped me clear the dishes, while we discussed his mission at Durmstrang. Our hands and arms would occasionally touch and it felt nice. I caught him sneaking little glances at me here and there, like he used to, and it made me feel wanted.
When we were done with the dishes, we both walked into the bedroom to get or clothes for the night. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a small quick kiss on the mouth from him that lasted a couple of seconds. He bid me goodnight and walked off to sleep wherever he would for the night. I slept good that night, completely at ease and relaxed from the wine I had drank at dinner. The next morning, I could not remember the majority of my dreams, but I did remember a pair of deep blue eyes, the same color blue that I saw every time, I looked into the eyes of my husband.

A/N: What did you think? You had to have expected Ron to fight for Hermione right? Please let me know what you think.
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