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How To Train Your Auror	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eeeee! Finally! We will have them alone together!
What will happen?
"I've been running from it all my lifetime
There's nothing wrong with you, I'm searching for my right mind
Oh, you should've seen it they were resting on the restless
This happened, literally - woke up I was headless
I woke up I was headless
Ima make a deal with the bad wolf so the bad wolf don't bite no more"
"Bad Wolf" by AWOLNATION
The next time Hermione awoke she was on a soft pillow top, surrounded by satin sheets. Her head was swimming as if she had a very bad hangover, and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light of the room. She was no longer in the infirmary, of that she was quite sure. As she sat up on her elbows, she realized she was in a large four poster bed. The bedroom walls were luminescent, and tiny lights seemed to magically glow on the walls -like stars, she mused. The ceiling was bewitched to resemble the night sky like Hogwarts. It was all so beautiful, Hermione took her time examining each and every bit of it. It was then it dawned on her that the star constellation directly above her. "Draco…"
"That's my name," said a cool voice from the corner. Hermione jumped as she noticed him sitting in a large, expensive looking chaise lounge, a book in his lap and the tip of his wand illuminating for light. How had she not detected him before?
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Where I do most of my dastardly scheming -my room."
"How did I get here?"
"Kidnapped you." He read her horrified expression and smirked. "Relax, Granger. I volunteered to take you home when they were ready to release us. So… I brought you here."
"They'd release someone who was still unconscious?"
"They would if there weren't enough hospital beds to go around. Which there weren't. -I signed off on being your primary caregiver until you came to. And wow- you're still alive. Would you look at that?" He cast her a sly wink before whispering, "nox" and snuffing out the light. Curtains moved of their own accord on one of the walls, drawing themselves apart to reveal morning sunlight. It stung her eyes, and she put her arm over her face to shield them. Draco arose from his chair and strolled over to the window to peek out of it. His face was worn, still covered in dust and blood, and there were dark circles under his tired eyes. Had he gotten any sleep? She wondered.
"It's morning…" she whispered.
"Brava. What else obvious would you care to point out?"
"You don't have to be an ass…" She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and allowed her eyes time to adjust. It was then that she noticed that her right ear no longer throbbed with pain as it did before. Not to mention the hearing had returned. She was relieved to know it hadn't been permanent. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been kicked in the chest by a Hippogriff. You?"
"About the same. But more in my head."
"That will wear off soon enough. The Pandora Mine stole quite a bit of magic from you. You're bound to feel the side effects until your body replaces it. I wouldn't be performing much magic today, if I were you."
Hermione nodded slowly, her memories surfacing slowly. "You owe me some answers, Malfoy."
"And I'll be happy to provide them for you," he replied, stealing a glance her way. "But might I recommend some breakfast first? And perhaps a shower?"
"I don't… I don't have any clothes to change into."
"Got you covered." He nudged his head in the direction of the end of the bed. Hermione looked down to see a folded pile of jeans, shirt, and socks.
"How did you…?"
"I sent my best house elves to fetch them."
She frowned, agitated. "That's breaking and entering, Draco."
"Is it? Can't help it if you leave your home open to magical entrees." He smirked. "Although I have to say, it was amusing when I realized they hadn't come back with any undergarments. Whoops." Her eyes widened, and he laughed. "Again, only joking. They're under the pants."
"You must think yourself a real comic." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Lucky for me."
"Indeed."
She cast her legs over the side of the bed and made to stand. Every muscle cried out in pain as she pushed herself up off of the bed and staggered to her feet. "I take it back. I feel like I've been hit by a train." She eyed Draco nervously as he approached her and offered an arm out. "What are you doing?"
"I'm attempting to be nice. Don't sour it up by commenting on it." He snatched up her hand and looped it through his arm, bracing her. "The bathroom is just beyond that door over there. Come on. You smell like burnt soup."
"Charming," she sneered, leaning on him heavily as he walked her across the room. Her legs felt as if they had run for miles. Her muscles pulled in her back like taut wires. Was this what it felt like when magic was taken from you? It was as painful as a car crash. And Hermione knew what that had felt like -she had been in one when she was ten. "Thank you… for helping me."
"I told you not to comment," he chided, leading her into the bathroom. Everything about it was lavish, from the gold faucets to the marble floors and walls. A bathtub the size of a small Jacuzzi already had water drawn, steam rising from the top. The entire room smelled of rose and chamomile. She stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes to Draco, suddenly feeling very guilty. He was dirty from head to foot, probably exhausted from an entire night without sleep, and here he was caring for her. She released his arm and leaned against the vanity.
"I've got it from here," she whispered.
His lovely steel eyes blinked once, processing her words, before he nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Hermione gave out a relieved breath and began the very slow process of peeling layer by layer of clothing from her skin. As she dipped her leg over the tub and slid in, she realized that the water had been laced with healing herbs. When she was up to her neck in water, she could feel her body begin to tingle as the herbs worked their magic on her aching joints.
"This… is nice…" she whispered to herself before submerging her head into the water as well. Her hair tickled her face as it floated around, and she stayed under the water for as long as she could, savoring the tranquility of the quiet. She came up for air, breathing in the scented room with vigor. This was quite possibly the best bath she had ever had. Noticing a loofa at the corner of the tub, she reached out and began to scrub her skin, already feeling the effects of the bath. She rolled her head forwards, backwards, to the side as she scrubbed, and when she was thoroughly satisfied she dipped her head back and began to massage her scalp. As her fingers ran over the base of her skull, she was reminded of Draco's hand as it cradled her in the infirmary. His fingers had been so warm, so gentle. She couldn't remember the last time a man had touched her like that since Ron.
Her eyes shot open and she jerked upright in the water. What was she doing? Of course no man had touched her like that since Ron. Not even now. Because Draco hadn't meant for it to be thought of in such a way. It had been to protect her as she had collapsed on the bed.
Don't… don't leave me alone.
Never.
Had she really said that? Had he?
What was going on between them? Why did that memory give her butterflies in her stomach? Why did the sight of his stunningly gray eyes still burn behind her eyelids?
A knock came from the door. "Granger."
She blinked. "Y-Yes?"
"I…" She heard the door thump, and she imagined him leaned up against it. "It's official, you know."
"What is?" she asked, the bathroom distorting her voice as it echoed. Even though there was a door between them, she instinctively covered her breasts.
"My divorce.," he answered her. "As of this morning."
Her heart gave a jump. Why did it do such a thing? Perhaps it was sadness on his behalf. She glanced down at the water and then back to the door. "Are… are you alright? I mean… how are you coping?"
"As best as one can." His voice wavered. "I'm sure it will be all over the papers by tomorrow. I believe I'll have been the first Malfoy in history to receive a divorce. She came last night… practically begged me to sign them. What was I supposed to do? Force her to love me?" He chuckled darkly. "You know, we saved countless lives last night, but I can't help but feel as if whatever I do will never be enough to make up for what I've done."
"And…. What have you done?" she asked. There was no reply, and then the door cracked open ever so slightly. She gasped and attempted to cover herself, but when she caught sight of the remorse and sheer disdain for himself lurking in those silver orbs he called eyes, she forgot all about it. His eyes didn't even register her naked body covered by water and bubbles. As he stepped across the threshold and shut the door, she could only hold her breath as he took step after careful step towards her. Something about him was different, though she couldn't quite place it. He slunk down next to the tub, leaning the back of his skull against the porcelain edge. His eyes closed, and he sighed.
"I could show you," he said quietly.
"Show me?" she repeated.
"I'm fairly well versed in Occlumency as well as Ligilimency. If you allow me to enter your mind, I could share some of my memories with you."
"You would do that?"
"I'm tired, Hermione. I'm tired of lying. Especially to the people… that I care about." He paused.
"You care about me?"
"I've grown quite fond of picking on you, yes." He smirked, eyes still shut. "And… I suppose… you're not the worst person in the world I've ever grown to know."
"You really know how to make a girl feel appreciated," she said sarcastically, her heart hammering against her chest.
His smirk grew wider. "Believe me, Hermione, if I wanted to, I could make you feel very appreciated."
Hermione shifted in the water nervously, unsure if his words meant he could be even more of a prat… or something else. Because it definitely sounded like something else. But he wouldn't mean that. No… never that…
She thought about her next words carefully. "I'm sure you'd love the opportunity to."
He quirked up an eyebrow and pried open one of his eyes to look at her. "Did I imagine it, or did you just flirt with me?"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Well, you are naked…"
Her body flushed pink under the weight of his words, and she drew her knees up to her chest, being sure to bring her legs close together to prevent him from peeking at any... exposed body parts. She bit down on her tongue, thinking of a better comeback. "Did it take you this long to notice? I was fairly convinced you might play for the other team."
Both of his eyebrows raised this time, and he turned his head to get a better view of her. Hermione shoved him in the shoulder with her free hand and glared. He chuckled. "I have a son, Hermione. Believe me, I enjoy the feeling of a woman beneath me." His voice caressed her ears like velvet. "Perhaps that's why I didn't care to point out your lack of clothing. Because I enjoy a woman's body."
"You are absolutely immitigable."
"Such a large word for such a tiny woman." He gestured towards her chest.
Hermione sighed. "Are you quite through?"
"No." He shook his head. "Not in the slightest." His face softened. "Feeling any better?"
"As it so happens… yes." She pulled her legs tighter to her. "This bath is wonderful. Or at least it was… until an arrogant toe rag came in and ruined it."
"Point him out to me. I'll be sure to ruff him up." He winked. His head leaned back against the tub again, but his eyes still stayed locked on hers. His stare intensified, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of her skin. Perhaps he was. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Draco?"
"I'm conflicted."
"About your divorce?" she asked suggestively.
"That's the furthest thing from my mind right now."
"Then… What is on your mind?" Did she really want to know?
"…If you must know… You." He sat up then, turning to face her, elongating his arms to rest along the edge of the tub on either side of her. Oh lord, the way he was looking at her, like a lion sizing up his kill… His fingers reached out and traced down her leg, caressing the inner part of her calf. He stopped at the top of the water, touch still lingering. She fought the primal instinct in her to react to it. "Here I am, the first day out of my marriage, and do you know where my mind wanders to? You'd think it might be on my ex-wife. Or you might think it would be on the naked woman sitting precariously in my bathtub. You would think my mind would be on those perky little breasts you think I didn't take a peek at, or how beautiful your skin glows under the water. But you really want to know where my mind is now, Hermione?" He swallowed hard. "It's on you. Just you. About how I'm afraid that I'll lose you the way I have everyone else in my sad little blink of life."
Her skin warmed under his touch, even if it was just the tips of his fingers on her leg. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, putting his hand on her in such a way. What did they mean to each other? They were just training partners, weren't they? Whatever feelings he had for her, they weren't romantic. They couldn't be. He was still mourning the loss of his relationship, the way she had for so long. She remembered the loneliness. The isolation. The craving for someone, anyone to talk to her. Perhaps that was what he was feeling now. She would not instigate this any further than what it was. She would comfort. She would not let herself do anything else.
This is Draco Malfoy. The same git who has hurt you time and time again. Why would you want to do anything else with him? Why would you even consider it?
But there was another voice in her head, a softer side, whose words rang true as well. This is the same man who has protected you. Who has bared himself to you. He isn't the same boy you knew at Hogwarts. This is someone much more mature. Darker. You always did like a bit of darkness…
The first voice was concerned. What would Ron say if he saw you making eyes at Malfoy?
Ron is dead.
This is a married man.
No. He wasn't. Not anymore.
For less than a day! He isn't even attracted to you.
Then why is he staring at you like a wolf hungry for his supper?
"Say something," he whispered.
So she did what she did best. She ran her eyes over his handsomely grubby face and deflected. "You've got dirt on your nose." She gestured out and touched her index finger to the end of it. "Did you know?"
He smirked. "I had an inkling." His hand shot up and grabbed her arm, pulling her through the water to him. Hermione squealed in protest, but her voice died away when suddenly both of his hands were on the sides of her face, embracing her like a cup of tea that might spill over if he wasn't delicate. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she forgot about her now exposed body as her fingers coiled around his wrists. He simply stared at her, lips slightly parted, chest rising up and falling as he took breath after bated breath. His thumb pads stroked across her temples skillfully as he said, "Simply stunning."
"Wh-what?" she croaked out. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Oh yes. That didn't sound idiotic at all…
"You." He leaned forward. "Are." His face tilted. "Stunning." And then his eyes closed, and his face grew closer to hers, and the panic spread throughout her as she realized what was about to happen and oh Lord this wasn't happening, was it, this simply wasn't -
All of her thoughts died away as his soft lips found hers. His kiss was firm, yet tender, full of confidence in its performance. As his mouth moved against hers, she felt the tug of encouragement from her body that told her to react. And so she did, giving way to her basic, feral instincts and kissed back. Her fingers released his wrists and slid further up to his hair, digging into the soft, messy tresses. Draco groaned, pulling her closer, pressing his fingers tighter around her as his tongue darted out and brushed against her lower lip. She gasped at the sudden rush of heat that swept through her core, and he took the gamble, deepening the kiss with a heavy sigh. Hermione felt the warmth of his tongue slide against hers, tasting him, inhaling his scent, listening to the water slap against the edge of the tub as she pulled him even closer. She was so enthralled by the kiss that she barely had time to register that his fingers had released her face to slide down to the sides of her smooth, wet arms.
Neither of them broke the kissing as he climbed over the edge of the tub and into the water with her, nor even when he pulled her up and into his lap. His hands raked over her smooth, supple thighs and rested just at the edge of her pelvic bones. The sensation of his soaked clothing brushing against the skin of her breasts made her moan helplessly into his mouth. He smirked into the kiss, digging his nails into her, finally forcing her to break the kiss as her back arched. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, mouth parted, hands on his shoulders. She looked down to him, only then caring of the intimacy between their positions. She was fully exposed to him, spread open like a sexually charged vixen.
"Well, well…" He grinned up at her. "Hermione, I have to admit, I rather enjoy this side of you."
Hermione's cheeks flushed with blood, and she shielded her breasts with shaking hands. She didn't remove herself from his lap, fearing that he might get the entirety of her if she even remotely moved. He probably already had, but that didn't mean she was going to allow it any further. "I-I… what just happened?" she asked, more to herself than to him. But that didn't stop him from answering her.
"Fifteen years of sexual tension finally coming to fruition."
She scowled at him. "You're married. I mean -you were married. Until this morning. And I… I shouldn't have… I don't do this. This isn't what I do, Draco. I don't just bare full frontal nudity in the midst of a kissing frenzy and I don't have one night stands and-"
"Slow down there, Granger," he interrupted, placing his fingers on the side of her neck. "Sometimes a kiss is just that. A kiss."
"You… you mean you don't mean to take me to bed?" she asked, confused.
He laughed at her. "No. No I don't believe so." He shifted his weight in the water, straightening his back and taking Hermione in tow. He leaned forward and brushed his lips tauntingly against hers. "But if I ever should decide that I wanted to… I guarantee you would know immediately." His breath tickled her skin, caressing the very breath from her. "And I guarantee you that you would beg me to take you." He pecked her lips with a quick kiss and pushed her off of him, settling her on the other side of the tub. Dripping with soapy water, he climbed out of the bath and grabbed up a nearby towel. He was still laughing as he began to towel dry his soaked body. "Breakfast will be ready in twenty. I'll see you downstairs?" He draped the towel over his wet head, blew her a mocking kiss, and strolled over to the door. "Do clean yourself up, Hermione. You're such a filthy girl."
OMG I loved writing this chapter! I've had this in my head from day one of this story, and I'm so pleased with how it turned out. Originally, Draco had been the one in the bath, but I switched that up with the fountain scene, and I think this fits so much better. The next chapter will be told from Draco's perspective, so we'll get to see what is going on in his head after the wake of this kiss.
Again, please check out "Hollow Moon" by Awolnation.
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