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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. Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing. All the comments are so insightful and encouraging.  My inspiration for this chapter was this gorgeous picture:
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/403564816581668738/
@HarryGinny4eva: Harry lashed out at Hermione, but Draco was smart enough to comfort her instead of trashing Harry. The process of falling in love is the best, isn’t it? Thank you for the sweet review!
@MargeW76: Draco needed to cut ties with his parents to move beyond their terrible expectations. He knows they love him, but their beliefs were contrary to what he knew in his heart. Although Draco was a bit smarmy with her in the beginning, he has a deep respect for Hermione. Thank you for the kind review. :)
@Dragon_Maiden: He does have many good qualities. My last Draco was a conflicted wanker, so it’s kind of nice to write someone a bit more together. Thank you for the review!
@sherlocked17: I don’t want to leave Harry as the mean jerk in the story, but he’s in a bad place when he entered the last chapter. I plan to give him more depth, but I’m still figuring out how to do so…
@ilariasantaniello: Ha! Spero che qualcuno non ottiene sul lato cattivo ! ; )
@staar: I wanted to show the way stress, ego, violence and fame have deteriorated the relationship Harry has with his friends and his ability to move on with his life. I’ll write more about Harry, because I don’t like the thought of him being a one-dimensional villain. Thank you for the review.
@Trelweny: Hermione’s friends will be involved in the story more in the future, but I wanted to start with Hermione and Draco falling for each other. I have some crazy ideas for the friends, and I want to find some of that hero-goodness in Harry, too. Thank you for the review.
@Mochamidnight: I think you’ll like the chapter. There’s some relationship movement. Thank you for the review.
@aisukurimu: Ginny is so loyal to Harry, but the reality of a relationship with him would be so difficult after his war trauma. He needs more than she may be able to provide. Hermione is probably the person who understands Harry’s trauma the most, but he’s lashed out because he feels betrayed by her. Thank you for the review.
@Malfoy'sgirl: Thanks for the nice review. All these young people are so damaged and it will come out in different ways. Hermione’s self-esteem leads her to believe she’s unlovable, while Harry lashes out those he holds dear. There’s some fun, sexy action for H&D this chapter. Enjoy. :)
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Hermione stretched under the warm blankets, feeling relaxed and pleased with herself. Over the past week, she and Draco had finished their semester exams. They had stayed up late reading, quizzing each other and writing essays. Unlike her friends at Hogwarts, Draco kept up with her and encouraged her efforts.
She had been contemplating an idea for a few weeks after seeing a Muggle woman with an intricate tattoo on her back. The idea was so not-Hermione that she’d had to sit with it and really determine if she was willing to live with the consequences. Ultimately, what she’d gain from her decision was well worth any fallout.
Draco pulled her back against his body, rubbing his morning erection against her arse. He sighed into her hair.
“G’morning,” he mumbled in his rough morning voice.
She rubbed against him, savoring the instinctual way he touched her during the first light.
“I’m going into Muggle London today. Do you want to join me?”
His fingers stroked her breast over her thin t-shirt.
“What are you going to do there?”
“I’m going to have a scar covered.”
There was one scar in particular that bothered her and it was the one his psychotic aunt had carved into her arm. She kept her arm turned in such a way as to not show the word artlessly knifed into her smooth skin. When she’d catch Draco looking at her arm, she’d cast a quick camouflage charm, but he knew it was a constant source of shame for her. He felt the same way about the faded Dark Mark upon his own arm.
“I’ll join you.”
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They sat in chairs waiting for the artist to take Hermione to the back for her tattoo. When they’d arrived at the little shop in a jumble of bohemian shops in Muggle London, Draco was tempted to grab Hermione’s arm and Apparate back to his flat. The older couple running the tattoo parlor had bright, Metamorphmagi-like blue and pink hair, piercings through their eyebrows, noses and lips, and tattoos everywhere. But as he thought about what Hermione had said about needing to not hate herself every time she looked at the cursed Mudblood scar, he deeply understood how she felt. His Dark Mark was a constant reminder of his mistakes and transgressions against every person in the wizarding world.
“Do you know what you want to have put on your arm?”
Hermione nodded and dug a piece of paper out of her purse. She’d sketched her arm with the Mudblood scar transformed into an intricate line drawing of a swan with the runes for strength, perseverance, acceptance, and love incorporated into the bird’s wings.
“Will they be able to do something so detailed?”
“I did a bit of research and found out this was the best place for a tattoo in England. It does seem kind of sketchy, but their work is beautiful.”
Draco slowly pushed up his sleeve. Like Hermione, he hid his Dark Mark with a spell or clothing. He examined the faded grey of the skull and snake.
“Do you want to try to cover it?” she asked, looking at the contemplative expression on his face.
“I’d never thought about it before today. My load to bear and all that.”
Her finger lightly traced the faded symbol. She had heard it was incredibly painful to receive the Dark Mark.
“The procedure is supposed to hurt, but it’s not anywhere near what we’ve already experienced,” she explained.
“What could I cover it with? Did it take you a long time to figure out what you wanted to have done?”
Granger was a never-ending source of wonder to him. Just when he thought he was beginning to understand her, she’d throw out something like this and confound him. Her plan to cover what was a source of distress was unexpected but brilliant.
“Let’s look at some of their work for ideas,” Hermione said, grabbing a book from the desk.
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Hermione was worried Draco would regret his decision to tattoo his arm, but he had enthusiastically found a design he liked and the artists said they could fit him in.
“Would you feel like I was infringing on your design if I used the same runes in my tattoo?” Draco asked hesitantly.
Hermione had been walking about the small lobby looking at photos on the walls. She turned and looked at him with the open, caring expression he’d seen her give her friends time and again.
“I’d be honored to share those runes with you.”
Tara, the pink haired part of the husband and wife tattoo artist duo, came out to retrieve her clients from the lobby.
“Dan and I can tattoo you two in the same room if you like,” she offered.
Hermione looked at Draco. “Is that alright with you?”
“Yeah, I’d prefer that.” He took Hermione’s hand as they made their way to the back of the shop. There was an odd sense of intimacy about what they were about to do. They were both scarred by the war and they shared a desire to overcome the messages the markings on their bodies broadcasted. Neither could get rid of what was emblazoned on their arms, but they could change the message to one of their choosing.
Dan introduced himself to Draco and led him to a reclining chair with thick arms.
“You want a shot of whisky before we start?” he asked the young couple.
“Please,” Hermione said with a smile. She took a small shot glass from the blue haired man.
Draco took a glass as well. “Cheers,” he said, lifting his glass.
“Cheers.” She downed the harsh liquid.
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“I’ve never seen a tat like this,” Dan said to Draco as he examined his Dark Mark. “The ink almost looks like it burned your skin. Did you have an allergic reaction?”
“Uh, no. A friend did it. Probably just poorly done.”
“Huh. The design you picked will take a lot of inking. What’s your pain threshold like?”
After the violence he’d experienced during his time as a Death Eater, Draco knew the tattoo would merely be uncomfortable.
“It’s high,” Draco said to the tattoo artist.
Dan was looking at the design with the Ancient Runes incorporated into the drawing. He knew the curly-haired young lady had the same symbols going into her swan tattoo.
“Are you two serious?” Dan asked Draco.
Draco looked at Hermione who was gesturing to the drawing with Tara.
“I want it to be,” Draco confessed.
Dan nodded as he examined the abstract dragon design the young man had chosen. He thought it was a little Dungeons & Dragons for this serious bloke, but the dragon seemed meaningful to him. It was better than the creepy faded tattoo his arm currently sported.
Draco turned when he heard Hermione gasp. She had closed her eyes and was getting used to the needle piercing her skin. Little droplets of dark red blood appeared in the wake of the needle.
Dan used a pen to draw the design on Draco’s arm. He watched in fascination as the blue-haired man obscured his Dark Mark in the belly of the beast.
“You ready?”
Draco looked at the dragon and smiled. “Yeah.”
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The tattoo work continued for over an hour. Periodically, Hermione would look over at Draco to find his face calm and resolved. A few times the needle would hit a spot that hurt more than the others, but overall she would take the pain over the scar from Bellatrix any day. She closed her eyes and channeled her magical energy into helping heal her fragile heart. This tattoo and this man, she reluctantly acknowledged, were steps in the right direction.
She’d never thought of herself as the type of woman to have a tattoo, particularly not in an obvious place, but doing this felt right. She needed to be in control of what was on her body, not some lunatic who had tried to break her.
Hermione was glad she could include Malfoy in this healing process. He needed a fresh start as much as she did.
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The laid on Draco’s bed looking at their tattoos and drinking wine.
“It hurt at first, but after a few minutes the pain felt cathartic,” Hermione said.
Draco agreed. “What made you go with a swan?” The tattoo design obscured her scar, but if he knew anything about Hermione, it was that everything had a meaning.
“Are you familiar with The Ugly Duckling?”
“No.”
“It’s a Muggle fairytale. A cygnet was accidentally hatched with a group of ducklings. The other ducklings thought he was ugly and teased him mercilessly. The cygnet didn’t know what he was until he grew up and realized he was a swan, not a duck. I suppose I’ve always thought I was like the cygnet, since I was the odd one as a child around Muggles, but also as a Muggle-born amongst witches and wizards.” She looked at Draco and gave him a small smile.
“But you’ve become the swan,” he said appreciatively.
“I don’t think I have, not yet. But I’m working towards becoming what I’m meant to be.”
He disagreed. She’d been a swan amongst ducks for years, she just didn’t know it.
“Did you know swans mate for life?” he asked.
“Yes, I’ve read that. Do you like your tattoo?” she asked, changing the subject. She didn’t want to discuss her desire to bond with someone, not with him. It was painful enough imagining what her life would return to once their deal ended.
She took his arm and studied the dragon. It covered his Dark Mark beautifully.
“I wish I had thought to do this sooner. It was a brilliant idea, Hermione. Can I look at yours?”
She moved closer to him and let him examine her arm. He stroked her unmarked skin as he took his fill.
“It’s sexy.”
“Yours is sexy, too.” She traced her finger over his shoulder and his pectoral. “One right here would be beautiful.”
He gingerly removed his shirt and handed her one of the Muggle ballpoint pens he had become fond of.

“Draw your idea on me.”
Very lightly, she began sketching on his skin with the black pen. Draco loved having her full attention on him. The pressure of the pen and her body so close to his was an aphrodisiac. He breathed in her scent. It had changed slightly since she’d started living with him because she used his higher quality shampoo and soap he kept stocked in the bathroom. But her underlying smell was still the same, warm and earthy. To him, she smelled exactly like what a sexy, powerful witch should smell like.
Hermione balanced herself with one hand on his back as she drew. What they’d shared on this day felt like a turning point for Hermione. That he’d wanted to use the runes she’d incorporated into her design in his tattoo had been a way to cement their connection. But there was one aspect to his design she didn’t want to think about too much. In tiny letters, along the dragon’s wing, were her initials—HJG.
“What are you sketching?” Draco asked in his deep, cultured voice.
“It’s an abstract design.” Hermione Summoned a mirror. “What do you think?”
He angled the mirror to better see her work. The swirls and lines of her drawing brought out his musculature. Draco pulled one leg over his so she was straddling him. He laid back against the down-filled pillows.
“I like having your mark on me. Keep going.”
They looked at each other as she rubbed her hand over his chest. She began to draw a phoenix engulfed in flames directly over his heart. Draco slipped his hand under her shirt and caressed her smooth back. Her fingers lightly stroked over the flat disk of his nipple, making his erection jump. She rocked her hips ever so minutely as she continued to add details to her drawing.
“Look,” Hermione said, handing him the mirror.
“Why a phoenix?”
“To me,” she began, in a low, quiet voice, “you’re a man forged from the fire of war. You did what you had to do to survive. When you came out of the fire, you were reborn as the man you always should have been allowed to be.”
“You believe I’ve changed?” Please, please know I’m not the person I used to be.
Hermione cupped his face, rubbing her thumb along his sharp cheekbone. “Yes, I believe you’ve changed.”
The entire time she had been living with him, Draco had made every effort to show her he was the type of man she could rely on. He hadn’t expected her to need the kind of care she did, but he wanted her to lean on him. Hermione had allowed him to see her as vulnerable, both physically and emotionally. Draco knew she could take care of herself, but he wanted to protect her.
“Whether you want to be or not, you’re part of me now.” Draco looked into her eyes, trying to show her the truth in his words. Her finger traced over her initials on his arm.
“I don’t have much to offer you,” Hermione said sadly, looking away from his eyes.
She didn’t know how he longed for the kind of love, loyalty and passion she’d given freely to her friends. He’d started their arrangement with his initial curiosity about her, but that had changed when she had allowed him to take care of her, too. For a young man who had always been herded by his elders and society’s spirit-breaking expectations, it was an exercise in trust for Hermione to allow him to help her. He’d so rarely been on the giving end of a situation, but he loved giving to her. She might not feel that she could offer him much, but the trust and openness she showed him was already making him into a better wizard.
Draco grabbed her face and made her look at him. “You don’t have to give away every part of yourself to everyone who wants something from you. I want you, but not at the detriment of your well-being. Whatever you have to offer me is already better than anything I’ve been given before. You’ve given me a chance, not just by agreeing to our arrangement, but by letting me become more than your date at social events and your partner in bed.”
Pulling her down to his chest, he stroked her back. She liked these moments best, when Draco held her like he cherished her.
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“I want you,” Hermione whispered into Draco’s ear. They’d spent the evening in his bed, talking, drinking wine, kissing, and touching.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure.” Her hands glided over his chest and abdomen, playing with the waistband of his trousers.
Draco Vanished their clothes with a wave of his wand, leaving them naked in the warm glow of the fire. His hands parted her thighs, revealing her succulent pussy. A finger dipped into her, spreading her wetness to her clit. He massaged the sensitive bud, wanting her to be ready for him. She writhed under his attention, her body coiled so tightly she wanted to explode.
“Please, Draco, I’m ready,” she begged.
He leaned over and kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers. Hermione could feel the smile on his lips. The joy exuding from Draco made Hermione grin back at him.
His cock nudged at her core and pushed into her. Draco watched her face, his lips just millimeters from hers. She bit her full bottom lip. Her body welcomed him as he finally was fully sheathed within her. They lay unmoving, Draco luxuriating in the tight, hot grip on his cock and Hermione adjusting to his thick shaft. He pushed a strand of hair out of her face.
“You are more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said, nuzzling her soft cheek.
“You make me feel beautiful,” she murmured as she began to sway underneath him, her hands gripping his firm arse.
Soft kisses peppered her neck and breasts as they moved together in a slow rhythm. Draco felt like time was suspended as every sensation, every moan, every exhalation of breath was imprinted in his memory for life.
Her undulations began to grow erratic as he pinched her sensitive nipples. Draco relished how her body responded to his. Since their first kiss, everything they’d done had been filed into his mental vault of happy memories.
“Gods, Malfoy, I’m so close,” Hermione rasped, clawing at his back. Her thighs were trembling with the tightening of her muscles as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
Her words were his trigger to fuck her so they would both shatter at the same time. Draco began to snap his hips as his balls began to tingle. Hermione rubbed her clit against him and moaned loudly as he sucked a rosy peak into his mouth.
“Yes, love, yes, yes, yes,” Draco repeated as she ground her hips against him.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she keened as her body clenched around his cock. She wrapped her herself around him as she fell apart.
He came, filling her body with his hot seed. His mouth took hers possessively, his instincts to claim her finally satiated.
After casting the contraceptive spell on herself, Hermione laid in Draco’s arms. She was in a hazy, relaxing place between wakefulness and sleep as he combed his fingers through her hair. He whispered something into her thick curls.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing. Get some rest,” he said, stroking her back.
Hermione pressed a kiss to his chest and let herself fall into slumber.
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