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Tit for Tat	By : PulchritudinousPain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9 – Romance

Hermione was alone in her apartment Wednesday night when an Eagle Owl tapped on her window. She opened it and allowed the owl inside.
“Who do you belong to, boy?” she asked, scratching the owl’s head.
She opened the letter.
“Granger, I’m taking you out Friday night at 7. Wear something suitable for dining and discarding. Yours, Malfoy”
“Presumptuous much?” she smiled to herself. “At least he notified me this time, instead of pulling me out of my plans. It’s a considerable improvement for him.”
Friday she left work with a spring in her step. She showered and applied a curl enhancer to reduce the frizz of her hair before applying makeup to bring out her eyes. Her lips she left almost bare on the expectation the he would soon be kissing her.
She dressed in a soft gown that almost threatened to fall off her shoulders at any given moment. Every movement in it felt suggestive. She had bought it for the occasion with anticipation.
She checked the clock, it was a minute past the hour and he hadn’t called her yet. She furrowed her brow and began pacing impatiently.
At five minutes past the hour she heard it, “Granger, I want you.” She apparated immediately to the doorstep where he stood and kissed him eagerly nearly knocking him off balance. He dipped her to avoid falling and kissed her back. Setting her upright he grinned, “I’m glad to see you too, Granger.”
“You were late,” she said pointedly.
“Were you counting the minutes, Granger? Anxious to see me?”
She composed herself. “Punctuality is important to me,” she bluffed.
“Yeah, right. No need to come inside, I’ll apparate you directly there. They’re waiting for us.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He took her arm and turned on the spot. They apparated onto a jetty on the river Thames. Malfoy walked her up the jetty and towards a set of white rendered timber framed building. He led her to the left of the glass windows and around to the side of the building. Hermione blinked as she took in the surroundings. The sign on the building read, “The Waterside”
“Malfoy, this is beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. Wait until you see what we have in store.”
“We?”
“The serving staff and I.”
A slender woman wearing a crisp white shirt and fitted black skirt addressed them as they entered the building.“Ah, Mr Malfoy, I see your guest has arrived. I have taken the liberty of placing your luggage in your suite.”
“Suite?” Hermione tugged on Malfoy’s arm. He nodded and smiled.
“Thank you, Susan,” Malfoy addressed the woman. “Lead the way.”
Susan led Hermione and Draco through the restaurant and reception area and across the road. She placed a key in the door and opened the suite.
“You have purchased our Signature Experience Deluxe. I’ll let you settle in. You’re welcome to join us at your leisure for your pre-meal champagne aperitif followed by our six course tasting menu from our 3 Michelin Star awarded Le Menu Exceptional. Each course shall be paired with fine wine selected by our own sommelier. In the morning you will be served a continental breakfast in your suite, you are welcome to tour our kitchen and our private launch will be at your disposal for a romantic ride on the river from 10am.”
“Thank you, Susan. That will be all,” Malfoy dismissed her, closing the door. He turned to Hermione with his arms outstretched gesturing to the room. “What do you think?”
“Three Michelin Stars?” she squealed with delight. “It’s too much. You shouldn’t have!”
“It’s only money.”
“How on earth did you get a reservation for a suite in this place! There must have been a three year waiting list!”
“Ahem, well, I may have worked a little magic there in making a reservation disappear for a lovely couple on their second honeymoon. Don’t worry, their marriage won’t suffer for it. The gentleman bought his wife a lovely pair of diamond earrings to make up for the mix-up and a personal chef is making his way to their house as we speak.”
“You’re terrible, Draco Malfoy.”
“Only a little bit these days. I couldn’t wait to spoil you.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Do I need an occasion?”
She eyed his suspiciously. “Yes. You never do anything without a motive. What’s in it for you?”
“How about we discuss that after dinner,” he suggested.
“Alright, but don’t think that six courses of dinner and seven samples of wine will get you off the hook,” she wagged her finger at him.
She ran around the room, checking out the bathroom, the amenities and finally flopping on the bed.
“Oh my goodness, this bed is so soft.” She propped herself up on her elbow, her dress falling from her shoulder provocatively. “You have to join me.”
“I’d love to, but I’m afraid if I do we’ll never leave and I really want you to experience this meal. It’s part of my plan and I won’t have you derailing it with your comeliness.”
She sighed. “Alright. Show me your dastardly plan then to wine me and dine me, Malfoy.” She pushed herself off the bed with easy lightness, adjusted her dress and took his arm. He reached over and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and sauntered out the door with her back to the restaurant.
They were greeted by the concierge who led them to a table near the bay windows overlooking the jetty.
“Malfoy, the entire room would have seen us apparate from here,” she whispered.
“No, they wouldn’t have. I came earlier and placed a charm on the jetty so that muggle eyes slide right over to watch the river. It’s why I was late, actually. The staff here were too attentive in their hospitality and I couldn’t get away.”
“This is a muggle restaurant?”
“One of the finest fine dining restaurants in Britain.”
“Oh, but it’s magical! How on earth did you find it?”
“That’s part of my surprise. Ahh, the champagne, good man,” Draco complimented the waiter. “You look captivating this evening by the way, Granger.”
“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself, Draco,” she smiled.
“I thought I directed you to call me Malfoy,” he smirked.
“As I recall, you told me to call you that so you could punish me for it. This is a terrible way to discipline me, by the way,” she winked as she took a sip of her champagne.
“I can see you getting out of hand,” he teased. “I’ll have to take you over my knee and give you a decent spanking for your misbehaviour.”
“You’re a terrible flirt, Malfoy. What will I do with you?”
“You’re a clever witch. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
His eyes glinted in the candlelight and she saw a warmth from those eyes that amplified the flame until it warmed her chest.
The first seafood course arrived along with some white wine with a flourish from the waiter. The crab and langoustine were so fine they practically evaporated on her tongue leaving nothing but a trace of delicious flavour. She flushed with pleasure at the taste, resisting from doubling over and proclaiming it aloud.
“Your face is pink, Granger,” Malfoy observed. “I take it you’re pleased.”
“It’s very good,” she said, reservedly, sipping the wine. “Is that part of your plan? To feed me and watch my face go pink?”
“Let’s say it’s a perk.”
They continued to finish the first course. Hermione closed her eyes each time she took a mouthful. The taste seemed to overwhelm her other senses and she wanted to savour this night.
Between courses she remembered to thank Draco for helping her career. “If you hadn’t introduced me to Tiberius McClaggen I wouldn’t be working on House Elf rights ammendments. It’s a great boost for me to be leading my own case. I don’t know of any other Juniors that carry that much responsibility. If I do well there’ll be a decent pay rise and maybe a promotion at the end of it.”
“Is that important to you? The pay rise?”
“Well, it is and it isn’t. Obviously I want to be paid what I’m worth...”
“Then you’re priceless.”
“Thank you, but um, what I really want is to advance. It’s not easy for women in politics. You usually have to be a total ball breaker, like Umbridge...oh...I forgot...you liked her.”
“No I didn’t. I found her repellent.”
The second course arrived with the same amount of grandeur and flourish as the first.
“Thank you,” Hermione paid compliment to the waiter. “But you were on the Inquisitorial Squad.”
“Yes, and you were up to no good, Granger. I was working with Ministry approval back then. You were the one bucking the system and learning unapproved spells.”
“Protective spells. Defensive spells.”
“My point stands. We’ve both been outside the law at one time or other, or within it. Laws change.”
“For the better, I hope, with my help.”
“I trust your judgment better than my own on that front, Granger.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
“Just an observation.” He rolled up his sleeves and held out his hand. She placed her hand in his. He watched her for a moment before taking his hand back to start his second course.
“What is it?”
“Foie gras,” he answered after finishing his mouthful.
“Not the food, that strange look,” she pressed. “What was that about?”
He hesitated. “You didn’t look at it, the mark, when you took my hand.”
“I didn’t?”
“You didn’t.”
“Huh.” She took a bite of the foie gras and screwed up her face. “Would you consider me a heathen if I didn’t like pâté?”
“Completely, but I won’t burn you at the stake for it.” She giggled.
“This is really lovely, Draco,” she smiled. “I’m enjoying your company. You can be quite charming when you want to be.”
“I thought I’d better do it right considering how we started things. You deserve better than I gave you in the beginning,” he said.
“Is that an apology?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not sorry for what I’ve done. You deserve better, I admit it, but without that contract you wouldn’t be here with me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I wonder though, what reason have you for being with me? This is the equivalent of a Summer fling, Granger, admit it. When the leaves turn brown you’ll leave me.”
“Is that what you really think?”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t mean I can’t treat you well while I’ve got you.” He raised his glass. She raised hers. “To memories,” he toasted.
“Draco...” she started, interrupted by the waiter bringing the third course. The both nodded their thanks. Draco had stabbed a scallop and was putting it to his mouth when she asked. “I want you to tear up the contract.”
He shook his head. “No. You owe me three more. That was the deal.”
“What if I promised you three more dates? Would you tear it up then?”
“No. Granger, please don’t argue with me, not tonight. I want this to be a good time for us.”
“Then set me free!”
“I can’t!” he hissed with finality. She sat back in her seat.
“Why not?”
“Because the contract can’t be broken, not by either of us, once it’s set. I tried, Granger, I honestly tried. It reforms every time. I even used fiendfyre. Nothing will break it.”
“I don’t beleive you. If you don’t think I would come back to you why would you try to release me?”
“Because...Christ, Granger, I didn’t want to talk about this.” They sat in silence, neither giving sway until eventually Malfoy confessed. “I know what Weasley called you. I didn’t want that for you even if it meant you leaving me. I love you, Granger, I don’t want you running in the streets crying because of a brutish ginger oaf.”
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what?”
“A friend at the ministry saw you return from lunch on Monday looking upset. I thought maybe you regretted what we did so I looked into it and a witness put Weasley with you when you left the building. I tracked him down and forced the memory out of him.”
“You shouldn’t have done that. That was a violation of my privacy.”
“Actually it was a violation of Weasley’s privacy.”
“It wasn’t your conversation to be had.”
“I know. You’re mad at me and with good reason, but Granger, it was good of you to defend me to Weasley. I appreciate that you said what you did about me. That’s partly why I brought you here tonight to thank you for seeing the good in me.”
“You’re a complete mixed bag, Malfoy. In future if you are worried about me being upset you’re to talk to me. You’re not to go hunting down my friends for answers.”
“We have a future?”
“That’s what you took from that conversation? You’re absolutely infuriating!”
“Yeah, I keep you on your toes, don’t I? At least I’m not dull.”
“Wait, did you say you love me?”
“Did I?”
Hermione let out a grunt of exasperation. She finished her wine.
“Where’s that waiter?” she looked around for the next glass of wine to accompany the food.
The waiter hurried over with the next course. Hermione downed her glass of wine in one and then transferred her empty glass for Malfoy’s full one.
“I’m taking this,” she said determinedly.
“Go ahead,” Malfoy smiled.
“It doesn’t mean you’re forgiven so wipe that smile off your face,” she snapped. He did so immediately. He had rearranged his face so rapidly it was comical. She tittered. She put a sliver of beef in her mouth and couldn’t stifle a moan this time. “The food really is fabulous. How did you find this place again?”
“I’ll tell you if you promise to not get mad at me again.”
“I make no more promises to you, Malfoy. It only gets me in trouble.”
“Fine. I asked your parents for a recommendation of where to take you.”
“What? When did you see my parents and why?”
“Tuesday. I wanted to introduce myself. I also wanted to meet the woman who’s health and well being I’m sponsoring. Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t tell them about our arrangement.”
“I should hope not. Why would you want to meet my parents?”
“I wanted their approval.”
“Approval for what?”
“To be with you.”
“And did you get it?”
“Kind of. They said it was up to you who you date.”
“Yeah, because they respect my choices. It’s me you should be trying to impress.”
“How am I doing so far?”
“Well, you’ve done pretty well. The food is good, the wine is great, the venue excellent but the company loses points for sneaking around like a snake in the grass. If you want my approval you have to be upfront with me at all times, alright?”
“Alright.”
The waiter came over and offered a selection of desserts. Hermione chose the warm raspberry souffle while Draco ordered the almond dessert with sorbet.
As Hermione took a bite of the souffle, Draco said, “You want me to be upfront?” She nodded. “I did say I love you.” She nearly choked on her dessert.
“Do you really?” she asked, just to be sure.
“Yes.”
“I think it’s time to head back to the suite.” She threw her napkin on the table and led a very happy Malfoy back to their room.

The following morning Hermione awoke with a raging headache. She groaned and leaned over to the nightstand where he wand lay. She placed the tip of her wand to her temple, “Sobrius,” she incanted. She replaced the wand and picked up the glass of water Malfoy had conjured her the previous night and drank deeply.
“Teach me that one, Granger?” Malfoy groaned.
She rolled to meet his eye. “Sure, you just place the wand on the pressure point behind your eye socket where all the pain emenates from and you say the Latin for sober.”
“Did you make that one up?” he asked.
“No. Harry had a book of non-standard spells in sixth year. We can credit Severus Snape with that one.”
“You needed a spell for sobriety in sixth year?”
“Of course not. But I have an eidetic memory and I glanced at it during potions while I was chastising him one time. Once I knew the source of the spells I tried a few out and kept this one in my arsenal for just such an occasion.”
Malfoy performed the spell on himself. “Wow. That is so much better. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for allowing me to overindulge myself last night.”
Malfoy grinned widely. “Are you talking about the food and wine, or about what the food and wine led to?”
“Both, but Malfoy, do you really think my tastes so expensive?” Hermione asked as she trailed kisses over his bare shoulder.
“I think your worth to me is high,” he answered. “I want this weekend to reflect how I feel about you.”
“I think that’s your most endearing quality,” Hermione said. “You don’t do things by halves at all, do you?”
“Nope.”
“I mean, you can be a total tantrum throwing petulant child at times, but the flip side of that is you’re very passionate.”
“Hey, that’s not true. I’m not a petulant child,” he pouted.
“Oh really? I can list a string of examples. Do you want me to?”
“No, I’m going to stop your mouth with a kiss,” he grinned and pulled her into an embrace and explored her mouth with his tongue. She reciprocated happily.
“Draco,” she sighed. “What do you think your parents would think of us being in love?”
“They’re fine with it,” he replied. “They say times have changed. About time you replied in kind too, Granger.”
“You told them? I hadn’t even told you until just then.”
“I sent them an owl when I booked this place.”
“But they’re overseas. Your poor owl, he’d be exhausted!”
“It’s fine, Granger. I used the international service from the Hogsmeade Post Office. They use a portkey system of tokens they strap to the owls. One to get them there and another delayed to bring them home again. I may be a petulant child but I’m not cruel to magical creatures.”
“Except Hippogriffs,” she pointed out.
“Anymore,” he returned.
“You have a great capacity for change,” she observed. “I think that’s special about you.”
“Don’t try to flatter me, Granger. Flattery doesn’t stick.”
“Oh shut up and take the compliment,” she said, rolling on top and straddling him. “Shut up and take me again.”
“They’ll probably bring the breakfast any minute,” he warned.
“Better make it quick then!” she grinned.
Draco rose to the challenge and Hermione leaned forward into a kiss as he angled his turgid member to allow her to slide along his length. She controlled the rise and fall of her hips as he used his hands expertly to stimulate her. She looked deeply into his beautiful grey eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration, her eyes closing at the exquisite peaks as he reached full depth within her. He thrust into her as she ground into him, moving in unison. She bit her lip and he reached up to cradle her face momentarily before trailing his hands back down to her breasts where he cupped and caressed them, pinching them slightly. She let out a low moan of pleasure and he increased his pace. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, searching his mouth and muffling her vocal bursts of delight as he wrapped his arms around her low on her hips and pounded his way to nirvana.
“You didn’t finish,” he accused as she rolled off to lie happily back on her side of the bed.
“Doesn’t matter,” she panted. “Just think of it as me paying you back for the three you gave me last night. It was still bloody brilliant.”
He kissed her forehead, tasting the salty sweat of their exhertion.
They lay embraced for several minutes before Hermione decided she needed to shower. She was enjoying the warmth of the water over her still tingling skin when she heard Draco answer the door to let the server in with the breakfast. When she came out of the bathroom in her robe, Draco was sitting at the table waiting for her in his robe.
They dined on French pastries and drank juice and coffee and chatted about nothing and everything.
Draco showered while Hermione dressed for their day exploring the kitchens of the Waterside Inn and day on the river. She tamed her hair as he dressed and then they left the suite together, hand in hand.
“Did you put on sunscreen? I don’t want you to burn,” she said concerned.
“Granger, you’re such a muggle at times,” he laughed. “Do you honestly think I keep my skin like this with sunscreen?”
“Umm, oh, I guess not.”
“I use a protection potion. Do you want some?”
“I’ve already used my muggle method, but thanks.”
She smiled wryly. “This is nice, you laughing at me being a muggle, rather than...well, you know what you did.”
“Yeah, I know. Granger,” he paused and placed his hands on her upper arms so that he faced her directly, “I am sorry...for making you afraid and for controlling you with the Imperius curse. I destroyed those memories of those first two times where I made you get naked for me. I was cruel. I don’t want to think on them anymore and I hope you can forgive me and forget it too.”
“It’s already done,” she replied. “I see through you, Draco Malfoy. Your soft little underbelly has been exposed.” She tickled him for good measure and he playfully slapped her hands away.
They toured through the immaculate kitchens, watching the chefs prepare the food for service later in the day and then headed out to the jetty, no longer enchanted, to the launch boat. Draco helped Hermione into the boat and stepped in gracefully himself. A driver took them along the river and where they took in the beautiful sights of the river surrounded by lush greenery and the riverside mansions. They canoodled in the boat and Hermione’s heart rose to fly in the breeze as they carved through the water. She spied Draco admiring her and she blushed and glanced at him. He was a new creature to her, unexpected, but lovely.
He raised her from the boat on their return and they went back to the suite to gather their things.
“I don’t want this to be over yet,” she confessed. “It’s been too wonderful.”
“You can come back to the manor and stay as little or as long as you like,” Draco offered.
“Then I’ll stay with you tonight and leave for work in the morning,” she said. “I like having you around too. I love you, Draco.”
They checked out of the inn and apparated under a disillusionment spell from the front courtyard of the suite to the Manor, where Hermione settled in to the library with Draco to read before having a light lunch, followed by a walk through the grounds together. They fed the peacocks some seeds and watched them peck and strut before returning to the library. After dinner that night they made long and luxuriant love long into the night and when Hermione returned to work the following Monday morning she knew that she was won, not with a piece of paper, but with her heart.
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