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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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A/N:

So today is my sister's birthday and I asked her what she wanted and believe it or not she asked for me to update the story because she loves it and to get her a smaller gift. (I refuse to let her read ahead haha). So instead of a Friday update we've got a Wednesday update! Happy Birthday Chelsea!

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Thank you for all the awesome Hits, Ratings and Reviews so far. Your support and interest keeps me interested and dedicated to this work. All this updating is way more than I anticipated! 9 chapters in 2 weeks haha, I've been doing nothing but writing! But I love it and wouldn't trade it for the world!

So here is Chapter Nine: Red Handed

Enjoy!

Eris

It wasn’t until the following Thursday that Hermione could act on her plan to check out Malfoy’s wing of the house. Malfoy had let Harry know earlier in the day that he would be coming home late and Harry had subsequently let her know that he wouldn’t be home until even later because he had a mission to go on. So here she was at 6 pm, home, alone and ready to snoop. She set her work bag down in her room before quickly changing into a comfortable pair of sweats and a tank top. She pulled her hair back from her face and put it up into a ponytail before grabbing her wand and leaving the room.

Hermione made her to the green door and stopped just in front of it. Surveying the entire expanse of wood, she looked for any hints of a spell. When she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary, she expelled a deep breath. Ok you can do this, she told herself as pep talk, already feeling the anxiety setting in. She drew her wand and cast various protection spells on herself just in case, then double checked them before proceeding. Hermione crouched down and studied the lock, it was a simple handle with a keyhole directly underneath. Reaching forward Hermione tried the doorknob first; when it didn’t turn she immediately threw an “Alohomora” at the lock. Nothing. She frowned and cast as many unlocking spell variations that she could think of. Nothing worked.

She stood and brought a hand to her chin while studying the door. It was impossible on principal that the spells Hermione had cast didn’t unlock the door, that had to have been locked with magic. She had created some of the spells herself during the war while she and Harry had been on the run. They had always worked and were specifically designed not to merely unlock a lock but completely negate the magic of the original spell. If the original spell didn’t exist in the first place then the door should never have been locked. Therefore there was no reason as to why Malfoy’s magic wouldn’t be canceled out in lieu of her own. He can’t be that powerful can he? She wondered momentarily. Hermione shook her head, no that was impossible as well. The fundamentals of his magic were the same as her own. No matter the power of the witch or wizard, if she undid the magic surrounding the original spell, the door should be open.

She turned the knob a second time as if to confirm that fact for herself and when it didn’t budge Hermione forced herself to think outside the box. She took a step closer to the door and looked inside the keyhole. Casting a quick “Lumos Maxima” she held the lit end of her wand to try and get a better look. The tumblers were all there and appeared as they should have. There was nothing out of the ordinary that she could make out. Bringing her wand closer to the keyhole she tried her best to see if there was anything she was missing. Hermione twisted her wand slightly to the left in order to have a better angle to view the rest but jumped away from the door quickly when there was a sudden click. She paused a moment frozen, waiting for something to happen but when nothing did she went a bit closer and waved her still lit wand in front of the door. There was still nothing, no accompanying clicks or noise.

Hermione brought her wand closer to the keyhole and looked inside again. “That was odd, I wonder if that was the door or something in the room.” She twisted the wand in her hand to get a better look when a resounding click was heard. Hermione stood and canceled the light spell, before cocking her head to the side and studying the keyhole. “There is no way…” she told herself quietly bringing the tip of her wand to the keyhole and turning it to the left completely. There was a series of answering clicks and then silence. Hermione couldn’t help but grin at the ingenuity “He replicated a muggle key and used his magic to essentially turn his wand into a key to lock the door regularly, brilliant! No magic in the lock at all, but the door itself must be somehow warding off the use of ordinary magic" She thought about it for a moment and cast a few spells to test her theory. Minutes later she was completely surprised with her findings. "The door it's self is the ward, he must've wound the magic into the wood which is why it wasn't easily apparent. How did he think of that?” She couldn’t help but marvel at the creativity for a moment, but had to force herself to focus. She was here to find out what he was up to, not to applaud his secrecy techniques. It was obvious he didn’t want anyone in his room because a wizard would have never stumbled upon that solution unless they had lived in a muggle setting for some time. It only reaffirmed for Hermione that her breaking and entering ploy was necessary. The guilt had started to creep up on her some time ago but she wanted to ignore it for Harry’s sake. Either way though she was feeling pretty pleased with herself for figuring out the lock. Grin still intact, Hermione brought her hand to the doorknob and felt as it turned under her fingers. She pushed away all her last minute reservations, quickly stepped into the room and took her first look at where she had arrived.

Confusion was swift and unrelenting. Hermione didn’t know if she could believe her eyes. The grin she had been sporting fell away and she had to keep from gaping. Surely what she was seeing couldn’t be real. There was a garden, and a library and a piano directly in the center of the room but it was all mixed together in a way she had never seen done before. Hermione closed the green door behind her and took a slow step forward. She had to close her eyes for a moment and organize her thoughts before she could open them again. But when she did she still could not even begin to grasp the magnificent room she had stepped in. Compartmentalize Hermione, describe the room to yourself, this isn’t an illusion; you cast the correct spells before entering.

She brushed her hair out of her face and took a long look at her immediate area. She was in a large rectangular room that appeared to be outside and she was currently under an awe inspiring night sky. The moon hung low and bright and the room smelled of a sweet floral fragrance. There were only three walls on the north, south and west sides and the fourth wall to the east seemed to be comprised fully of tall rose hedges. The floor underneath her feet was white and gray marble that continued up into the room about 30 feet before ending at the far side of the piano. Directly behind the grand instrument was a fountain completely surrounded by a large garden that was full of flowers of every color. Hermione closed her eyes suddenly trying to feel any spells that she might’ve been under. After a moment though she had to accept that the marble floor ended at grass and in the grass surrounding the fountain, wildflowers were in full bloom. The walls were all stone but had vines of roses crawling up toward where they ended under the sky. She wanted to run to the end of the wall and see what was on the other side; but she knew the spell that was creating this magnificent vision would accommodate for that and most likely never allow her to reach the end. Against the walls, almost completely covering them were tall dark bookcases that were filled to the brim with such a variety of old tomes, Hermione had to keep from salivating. There were at least 20 or so of these bookcases and the rose vines were wound up the sides of each, decorating the wood in the most unique of ways. Hermione took another step farther into the room and looked to the exit for fear of it disappearing. The green door was on the western most wall, which was completely devoid of any stone or flowers. It was made of the same material as the Grimmauld place hallway wall and housed the green door perfectly. On the north and south walls were two identical black doors that Hermione recognized to be the Malfoy crest emblazoned upon them. Hermione instantly wanted to investigate what would behind those doors. She knew that whatever must be behind them must be important but she was more intrigued by the setup of the room she was currently in.

She took the slow steps forward until she was at the white piano, and could only put a steady hand on the top of the cool instrument. The keys were gold and it looked immaculate but the matching all white bench had been clearly worn in. Hermione suddenly was confronted with the depth of all the things she didn’t know about Malfoy. This room was another world, and to top it all off he clearly had a love for books and music just like she had. It was odd to discover that she shared things in common with the man who had grown up her enemy. She continued past the piano running her fingers along the top as she went, and took the first step into the garden tentatively. The grass was cool and crisp under her toes and she was forced to wonder what kind of spy forgot to put on socks at least before venturing into the enemy camp? She could only shake her head at herself but quickly was preoccupied by the crystal clear water flowing into the fountain. There were smaller Koi fish swimming around and they seemed to love it. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight. This portion of the room smelled the sweetest, and the intoxicating aroma seemed to meld over her senses and completely fill her up. She felt elated. Hermione raised her gaze to the night sky and could see the stars just as clearly as if there wasn’t a moon. It was breathtaking. The gentle hum of the water combined with the smell and the beautiful scene made her want to curl up on the grass with one of the many books of the room. Focus Hermione she chastised before abruptly turning away from the direction of the fountain and looking to the large black door on the north wall. She had a mission to do and wasn’t here to marvel no matter how beautiful the room was. Straightening her shoulders Hermione made her way from the garden and past the piano to the door. Gripping the doorknob she twisted it to enter the room. The door didn’t move but despite this she heard the swinging sound of a door opening and froze. Her handle hadn’t budged which meant…

Draco had been glad that he had managed to get Mr. Greengrass out of his office much earlier than anticipated. He looked forward to a long hot shower and then possibly playing some Scarlatti before heading over to Blaise’s for the evening. As soon as he landed in the sitting room he hung his suit jacket on the rack and immediately began to loosen the tie from around his neck. The quarterly earnings report had been better than last but the growth rate was decreasing. He had to discuss this with Blaise and possibly make different investment decisions in the future. Draco began the climb up the staircase when he could feel that his wards had been disrupted. Drawing his wand, he stopped outside the green entryway before turning the knob and pushing the door open. He had expected intruders, or a competition spy trying to get proprietary information on his company. What he did not expect was Granger to be there with her hand around the door knob to his locked bedroom. This nosy fucking… He felt the muscle in his jaw spasm, and the answering anger was immediate. Draco took a step into his room and closed the door. There were so many thoughts that came to mind but he forced himself to count before doing anything further. Anger would get him nowhere in this situation but tact would.

For all her planning Hermione had not anticipated this. All she could do was stand there frozen, caught red handed. Malfoy had looked shocked for a moment but that quickly changed to blatant anger. His cheeks flushed red and that telltale twitch in his jaw returned. “What brings you here Granger?” he asked deadly calm, but his face was a mask of fury. “How did you get in?” he continued. She opened her mouth to answer but no sound came out. Had she been investigating someone she believed beyond a doubt was up to something; she would have already said something incredibly witty to distract them while she prepared a spell to send their way. But this was Malfoy, her roommate and while she did believe he had a scheme up his sleeve, she didn’t have any kind of viable proof. There was nothing she could say to make this situation copasetic. Nothing she could do, short of obliviating him and somehow Hermione didn’t think that would be an easy feat.

Once Draco had calmed down enough to rationalize the situation, comprehension dawned almost immediately. The golden girl had been away for so long that she didn’t trust that he had changed. As soon as she had saw him she must’ve been trying to figure out what he was up to; whatever plot she had invented in her mind with him as the villain, she was here trying to dig up evidence against him. Had it been anyone else, Draco would have raged and probably hexed them. Despite all the hard work that he had done in the past few years, an occurrence like this would have hurt him. Draco knew Potter had told her about the time magic, Potter trusted her completely but that apparently wasn’t good enough for her. Oh no, of course not. He was still the same demon that had terrorized her during their youth.

Suddenly Draco was fed up and exasperated all at once. He had been avoiding her so thoroughly, that he had been almost convinced his insane desire for her had fully abated. But the moment he had saw her he knew his reaction to her was not what it should have been. He had been angry and insulted at the implication that she didn’t trust him instead of vengeful which would have been his usual response. To make matters worse he was completely at a loss for what to do with her now that he caught her. The pendant he had given her was the only piece of jewelry she wore; which was doing wonders for his pride. Not to mention the effect her sweats and tank top were having on him. The material of her hung low on her hips exposing the smooth skin of her stomach and her small navel. Draco wanted to start there, kissing the smooth expanse before dipping lower and lower until he could taste where he truly wanted. He forced himself to stop. Must she always be half clothed and baring skin when he was around? Couldn’t she give him a break and wear a bra for once? Draco wasn’t used to her dressing behaviors. Granted all the pureblood witches he knew gave him quite the show once they were behind closed doors; but they would never be comfortable dressed as she was so causally, even while at home. It was incredibly and completely muggle of Granger and it turned Draco on more than anything.

And then he got an idea, it sparked like a match inside his chest and spread like wildfire through his veins. It was simple enough and possibly the worst idea he had in ages and yet there he was putting his wand away.

Hermione had been panicking as the seconds raced by to full minutes without her giving him an answer. Malfoy had been completely silent watching her as if debating on what to do next. She had been most concerned with the fact that he once again had his wand pointed at her and had good reason to use it this time. If he decided to curse her, he would ultimately be protected by the fact that she was very clearly trespassing and could claim self-defense. In all honesty he could say whatever he wanted at this point. She had been thinking of a method to distract him so that she can draw her own wand and at least renew some of the protections that had worn off. But then suddenly he lowered his wand and put it away; pulling her focus from the danger she had been in to the dark blue dress shirt and grey dress pants he was been wearing. Her eyes shifted over him noting how he never seemed to hide his dark mark and that he always seemed to be completely comfortable in his own skin. The confidence he exuded inspired her and made her feel a little wild in her flesh baring outfit. Her hand drifted down away from the doorknob and she could only watch him, waiting for his next move. His features had softened into the usual mask of indifference he wore and for a moment she thought he might actually let her go. She was elated at the prospect because she hadn’t figured out how she was going to explain to Harry what she had been doing. But then she brought her eyes up to his as if to confirm her release unscathed and took a step back. He had been waiting for her to look at him it appeared because as soon as she recognized that intense smoldering gaze, he took a slow step toward her.

There was a palatable shift in the air and her breath caught in her throat when he reached up and deftly removed his tie. He dropped it to the floor with his next step and Hermione felt herself pressing her back against the door she had been trying to enter. She knew she was in trouble because he held her gaze as if spelling out his intent with every move in her direction. She felt a flush run to her cheeks and in the next moment he stopped directly in front of her. He smelled like masculinity wrapped in complete unadulterated sex appeal. Hermione could feel the energy rolling off his body in waves and had to refrain from sighing out loud. There was something happening that she couldn’t understand and as he got closer his shadow seemed to block out the moonlight; her only focal point becoming the bright silver of his eyes.

He came closer and closer until suddenly she felt all her protective barriers shatter around her causing a small vibration across her skin and jolting her already heightened senses. Malfoy only continued forward through this until he was but a foot away. He gave her a moment, she could tell, he was allowing her a chance to leave. But she couldn’t even look away from him, much less move and the window of opportunity closed just as soon as it had opened. He brought his hands to the wood on either side of her head and framed her body with his. He wasn’t touching her but she could almost feel him and it was causing a familiar damp ache between her thighs.

Hermione had to explain and soon, less she allow this to continue and wander into uncharted territory with this handsome man who had once been her enemy. She tilted her head up, holding his gaze with wide eyes. “Malfoy I…” he suddenly grinned at her, causing her to lose her train of thought and stare at him open mouthed, dazed. He was gorgeous and perfect and she couldn’t help but notice how close he was. Hermione closed her eyes and fought her subconscious desire to touch him, she had to distract him. She didn’t know what his intentions were, but she could guess and she did not want to give the secret urges she had been harboring any kind outlet. She opened her eyes “Draco I…”

He could read her face like a book. She was cornered and most certainly caught red handed. Granger knew it wholeheartedly and couldn’t even come up with a viable excuse for her actions. It was refreshing to see her so flustered. Draco had intended to scare her out of her wits and have fun doing it. “Malfoy I…” He grinned, he couldn’t help it. Draco could see it in her eyes, she had no clue what to say or do. He could virtually find any brand of punishment for her trespassing, short of causing too much harm and there was virtually nothing she could do about it. He had seen how she had been around him as of late and so he figured getting into her personal space and freaking her out would be payback enough for her transgression. Draco liked to see her sweat this out, it was entertaining. But truth be told he was pushing his limits too far and was fighting hard to keep from touching her and retaining his composure. She smelled like a deep honey and vanilla musk and he couldn’t get enough of it. Just the thought of having her helpless against this door had made him hard and even though he was intentionally making her uncomfortable he was certainly going to regret this later.

Draco could see it now, the evening ahead of him, where he stayed home stroking himself furiously at the memory of Granger, a few feet away from his bed, in not enough clothing to save her. He wanted to ravish her, quite literally. She was completely unaware of it, but just beneath her prim and proper attitude, her body was begging to be fucked day and night. It was evident in the way she carried herself and moved. It was in the way she talked and responded to the slightest sexual stimuli. For anyone that was looking it was obviously apparent Weasley wasn’t doing it for her, and Draco just knew he would be the man for the job. Granger would never be able to walk again without feeling him buried deep inside of her. She would never get the taste of him out of her mouth or recover from the gentle aches in her hips where he’d grip her. Her nipples would peak at the memory of his ministrations and she would go wet at the site of him. Draco could read her body, it mapped out every single thing it wanted done to it and screamed for the genuine kind of release she was clearly not receiving.

Draco knew he would be in for one hell of a night for this, and he supposed getting started sooner rather than later may allow him to actually make it to Blaise’s in time. He was about to let her go when she opened her mouth again. “Draco I…” He felt the furious pump of his heartbeat as his name left her lips. It was like a shock to his entire system, a pure undiluted aphrodisiac created especially for him. Draco had a thing about a woman saying his name and her voice was soft and husky, almost breathless. Despite the fact he knew her mind was trying to convey a particular explanation for her actions, it shot straight through him spurring him into action. He moved before he could even think about it and his mouth came crashing down on hers, derailing the rest of her sentence.

Hermione felt the entire world fall away from beneath her feet. His kiss was like fire and ice, burning her up and freezing her into place. Tormenting her senses and holding her captive all at once. There was the furious stroking of his tongue against hers, lighting up her mouth with sensation and feeding it straight to her core. Her body sagged against the door and she felt her knees go weak. Still he forayed deeper, his lips moving against hers as he poured everything she could have ever imaged into it. He took a step closer still and Hermione moaned at the warmth radiating off of his body. Malfoy seemed to like it because he swallowed her noise whole and pressed himself even closer. Hermione could feel the blunt evidence of his arousal against her stomach and it only excited her further. She couldn’t think past the fire he was stirring up within her body but the feel of him pushing his hardened shaft against her only made her want this, whatever “this” insanity was, more.

Draco was in heaven; her sweet warm mouth was hypnotic. He hadn’t known a kiss could be like this. She was clearly inexperienced with how her shy tongue only batted against his gently but that was the sort of thing that drove Draco insane. He would teach her how to kiss him, he would show her what her body was meant to do against his. He was quickly losing the careful barriers he had tried to build up. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her, the taste of her. Granger had opened her mouth completely to him and was allowing him all of her. Draco ground his dick into the area of her navel wishing beyond everything he knew an undressing spell. It was quickly all getting out of control but if she kept mewling into his mouth and pressing herself even closer to his engorged length he was going to let it. All he had to do was unlock the door he caught himself thinking. If he could reach his wand, he would unlock the door and finally have her, all of her. Draco felt himself practically shaking with the desire to bed her. Granger was like no other woman in the world. Her reactions genuine and sweet, he was bursting to cum just thinking about it. He wanted to have her on the bed the first time, and then against every other surface imaginable. But she definitely deserved the bed right here and right now and Draco had every intention of giving her everything. He lowered his hand from the door and went for his pocket.

Hermione could not handle the pulsing need between her legs, she had never felt anything this poignant in her entire life. She rubbed herself against his member shamelessly and Malfoy hissed into her mouth enjoying it. His every move and noise empowered her; it made her feel sexier than she ever had. She fed off his energy allowing him to kiss her so deeply and take her to new heights. His body was crushing her against the door and she loved the feel of his solid frame against her smaller one. Her hardened nipples shot hot pleasure through her body when she moved and rubbed them against his chest. It was all unbelievable. Hermione couldn’t think past the fact that she wanted… needed more. Whatever he was doing to her was everything, nothing in life had ever been this good and she wanted to feel it everywhere. She wanted him even closer. If she could but pull him closer, it would all make this sweeter. She reached her arms out to bring them up around his neck, moaning as his tongue made a swift swipe against her top lip and his teeth gently sunk into the bottom one, but they met nothing but air.

Hermione’s body jolted completely bewildered as she reached forward and fell against hard but unmistakable wood. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see she was now facing the door she had been pressed against moments ago. She looked up at the sound of a door opening and suddenly Malfoy was across the room by the green entrance where he began.

She took a panicked look around the room, had that all been an illusion? She was an accomplished Occlumens, so there was no way Malfoy had gotten into her mind. Had she just imagined all of that? She didn’t understand, it had all felt so real! The most amazing experience of her life had been some kind of ploy that she could not identify. Hermione looked to the man who had just caught her for what felt like the second time and took a step back away from the door she had been trying to get into when she noticed he still had his tie on. “What brings you here Granger?”
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