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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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Alright, so I don't normally do this, but I'm writing the intro without having written the chapter first. Listening to Awolnation (again). I say hey, stick with the theme of the chapter, since this is a part two. I don't typically do perspective writings from both characters, but I feel that this scene is so important to both Draco and Hermione, it wouldn't be fair if we didn't get his side of the kiss too. But for the sake of everyone's sanity, there's not a point in going over every single detail, like every motion from both of them. I see writers do this a lot, and I get bored of the 2nd perspective quickly.
So… hopefully this chapter does what I want it to. Hopefully this adds insight.
Much Love. See you on the other side.
A.
A/N: I've just finished Draco's perspective, and… It's so much hotter than Hermione's. Oh, dear baby Jesus.
"Jailbreak" by Awolnation
See, I've been working on a jailbreak
Got no time for a new faith
Any moment they'll replace me
Should have tried to get to know you
I've been working on my timing
Insecurity beside me
But your taste is so inviting
Should have tried to get to know you
"I'm tired, Hermione," he answered her, tempted to just drift off right here and now. Depression had crashed over him hours ago, taking most of his strength and resolve. "I'm tired of lying. Especially to the people…" The confession was just as shocking to him as it escaped his lips. "That I care about." Yes. Care. That was a delicate word, wasn't it? It held so many connotations, each one greater than the last. He cared about very few things in this world, and even fewer still since he signed his marriage away not five hours before. He still cared about Tori, he supposed, the way he cared for his father -that kind of love for the people who've wronged you just seemed to grow calloused. Thinking back, he would have never betrayed either of their love the way they had his. It was all so perverse, tearing someone's heart in two. He would never do it to Scorpius, or his mother, or…
"You care about me?" Hermione's voice squeaked out like a mouse in a church on Sunday morning. Yes, that was the question on both of their minds, wasn't it? He supposed he did care, didn't he? Something primal in him screamed at him nearly every chance it got to protect her. Maybe it was because she knew the feelings he possessed. They matched in nearly every way. Intelligent. Quick thinkers. Marked by darkness, branded by those who sought to use them, and now they even shared the loss of a spouse, even if it was in different ways. The connection was there, hidden under all the useless ruble of their school years. He wanted to protect her, because he had always wished someone had been there to protect him.
But of course, he wouldn't let her know any of that. He wasn't a complete mush. "I've grown quite fond of picking on you, yes. 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."
A girl… yes… he supposed she was that too. It only then dawned on him the way he had barged in on her bath time. Whoops. Of course, she hadn't told him to get out, had she? He tried to recall any bit of body he had seen when he had approached her, but he had been so focused on his own heartache, he hadn't taken the time to look. He'd have to do that, he noted.
He wasn't even aware of how wide he was grinning as he imagined what Granger would deem worthy of appreciation. Would hers be a cup of tea? A leather bound book? Someone sending her into a dismally sweet orgasm? Diggle was probably already on that one. "Believe me, Hermione, if I wanted to, I could make you feel very appreciated." Better than Diggle ever could. –Wait, what?
"I'm sure you'd love the opportunity to."
Wait. What? What? He needed to get a look at her face to ascertain the situation. He'd been married for years-it had been so long since he had heard coy quip. Tori had been so straight forward… As he pried open an eye, he caught a glimpse of her porcelain skin as it glowed against the water. Well, well. Granger had a very nice rack, didn't she? Who would have guessed? A bit smaller than he was used to, but those nipples… was she even aware how exposed she was? "Did I imagine it, or did you just flirt with me?"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
To be honest, he had no idea what was going on anymore. So he answered her with the obvious. "Well, you are naked…"
Watching her squirm in the water to cover herself was priceless. She should have blamed herself. If she hadn't have pointed out the fact that she was a girl, this all might not have never happened. But as it were…
"Did it take you that long to notice? I was fairly convinced you might play for the other team."
Yes. This was definitely flirting. The flush on her cheeks. The nervous push to his shoulder. The way she covered herself so. He purposefully glazed his eyes over her form to make her nervous. It was fun seeing her this way; all confused and vulnerable. It was nice when the tables were turned. He'd been too vulnerable for his tastes as of late. "I have a son, Hermione," He teased, "Believe me, I enjoy the feeling of a woman beneath me." Oh, look at the way her lips parted. This was priceless. "Perhaps that's why I didn't care to point out your lack of clothing. Because I enjoy a woman's body."
He tried very hard to keep his instinctual sexual urges from rising to the surface, but it had been so long since he had even remotely been so close to a naked, flirtatious, intriguing individual. So long, he thought quietly as they quipped back and forth. Tori hadn't wanted to be intimate during the later part of her pregnancy, and then after, she had cut him off completely when she had found out he had wanted to be an Auror. How did Granger accept Weasley's position so freely? She talked so highly of her late husband -what was her impression of Draco himself? Flirtatious nature aside, she hadn't once told him directly that he should give up on this endeavor. Would she, once she knew the truth? Would she leave him too? He didn't think he could stand it. He'd made a friend out of the very woman who used to detest him. If he could do that, could he convince her to stay once she knew who he really was, deep inside? Could those soft brown eyes of hers truly be capable of complete forgiveness? If she could, could Scorpius too? Could Draco die with a peaceful conscience?
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Draco?" Oh, how melodic her voice was when she said his name. Without hate. Without fear. It was something of a dream to him.
"I'm conflicted."
"About your divorce?"
Oh yes, that terrible situation he was trying to forget… The very reason he hadn't been able to sleep a wink, despite his aching bones and exhausted mind. He'd deal with that situation later. When he was alone. When he could break down without having to put on a brave face.
No. Now, something else poked at his brain. "That's the furthest thing from my mind right now."
"Then… what is on your mind?" Did he really want to tell her?
Well, he was never one to shy away from a challenge. "If you must know… You." He watched her intently, honing in on a reaction, but when he didn't receive one he turned towards her and braced himself against the bath's edge. Her leg was quivering in the water. Did she even notice? He reached out to calm her, finding the smooth skin more than pleasing to his touch. Touching a woman that didn't glare at him was something he hadn't experienced lately. It was… soothing. "Here I am, the first day out of my marriage," Which had been over for longer than he cared to admit, hadn't it? Physical intimacy was something he gauged as ways of showing affection, adoration. But Astoria had barely let him touch her since Scorpius had been born. He craved it. "And do you know where my mind wanders to? You'd think it would be on my ex-wife. You would think it would be the naked woman sitting precariously in my bathtub." And it had been for a brief moment, but not for the sexual nature in which someone might perceive it. It was intimate. It was exposing for both of them. "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." He had taken a bit of a peek. He was a man, after all. "But you really want to know where my mind is now, Hermione?" He tried his best to keep it together. Even if she was the naked one, he was more exposed than he had ever let himself be around her. "It's on you. Just you." Just those beautiful brown doe eyes that didn't hate him. Maybe he shouldn't share his memories. Maybe he could go on with this façade a bit longer… "About how I'm afraid that I'll lose you the way I have everyone else in my sad little blink of a life."
His mother and father had left the country after the War, content on settling in their summer cottage to avoid the prying eyes of the tabloids. It had been Draco left to pick up the pieces of the Malfoy Manor. His friends had left him after they had discovered his turn of heart for the imperfect blood. It had been Draco to divulge himself around the wrong sort in order to feel accepted again. Astoria had left him because she couldn't handle a marriage that had been built on secrets and lies. And he knew he had to take blame for that. It had been Draco to man up enough to admit that the only good thing he'd ever done was help contribute to Scorpius's precious life. And if he didn't fix himself, he'd lose his son as well.
But Granger… Granger was different. She had known him for the better part of his life. She had watched him grow up. She had seen the coward he was in school. She had witnessed his xenophobia, his shallow heart, his callous words. She'd seen the Dark Mark branded on his arm and was the only one never to have flinched at the sight. She was the one to encourage him, to see the good in him, even when he didn't think he had any at all.
Maybe he was lonely. Maybe that's why he suddenly wanted her to tell him that it was all going to be alright. Or maybe it was because under all of the fears and doubts that everyone had when they looked at him, he wanted Granger to look inside, see the real him, and still find something in him worth saving. Was he even worth saving at this point?
Merlin, look at her. How had he not seen it before? How pretty she was…
Inside and out.
Why had he been such an arse all those years to her? Why had he never given their friendship a chance? Everyone needed a Hermione Granger in their life. But not everyone was privy to such a privilege, were they? Potter, Weasley…. They had been given such a rare gift in the woman before him. And now fate had given him a second chance. But to do what, exactly?
"Say something." Anything, Granger. Say anything. Tell me I'm an arse. Tell me I'm not worth it.
"You've got dirt on your nose." She poked him directly at the tip of his nose. "Did you know?"
It took everything in him not to laugh. Out of all that she could have said… it was perfect. "I had an inkling." He couldn't take it anymore. Something in him needed her closer. He needed to look into those chocolate eyes and feel her soul. He grabbed out and tugged her to him, fingers sliding over her cheeks, afraid at any moment that she might turn him away. She had every right to. He had no claim to being so intimately close to her. When he felt the soft caress of her fingers as the wrapped around his wrist, he knew he was in way too deep. He stroked the sides of her face, taking in the beautiful porcelain skin, the water dripping off of her long eyelashes, the way her eyebrows were quirked in confusion. "Simply stunning."
Her entire face went cherry pink. Adorable. "Wh-what?"
"You. Are. Stunning."
And then, without thinking, he kissed her. And oh, the taste of her lips against his… it was what he had pictured when he was an adolescent, naive boy imagining his first kiss. She tasted like water, and fire, and kindness, and sexual tension. And when she started to kiss him back, oh Merlin how he wanted to forget everything they'd just been through and live in the moment. So he did, letting her slip her fingers through his hair. She felt so good. Every bit of her was good. He wanted to know what good tasted like on the inside. He brought her closer, licking at her lower lip as if to ask if she felt the need too. It surprised her, and as she gasped into his mouth he couldn't wait any longer. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and took in her taste, the smell of her pheromones, the heartbeat that pulsed in his ears like waves crashing against the ocean. His fingers traveled lower, wanting to take in every bit of the sensation of her skin under his, and without another thought about it he slipped into the tub with her, pulling her against his chest, scooping her up to be as close as he could to her.
It was as if her goodness was spilling into him as they kissed.
He had to control himself as he felt her shaking legs around him, and he gripped at her hips to steady her body. That's when she moaned. That's when he knew she felt it too. Oh, how intoxicating that moan was. Instincts kicked in, and he drove his nails into her, wanting to elicit more sounds. He wanted her to like it.
She pulled away, arching, head falling back slightly, completely lost in the moment. Her breasts literally were pushed into his eyesight, but he told himself that he needed to behave. He wouldn't take this too far. He couldn't. Not without losing her. So he minded his P's and Q's as he watched her come to the realization that she was naked in a tub with only a thin layer of clothing separating them.
"Well, well… Hermione, I have to admit, I rather enjoy this side of you."
Her hands left his shoulders and went right to her perfectly exposed tits, covering them. Of course. She'd play the prude. But he knew from her kiss she was far from that sexually repressed bookworm she had been in school. "I-I… what just happened?" she asked.
"Fifteen years of sexual tension finally coming to fruition." His answer dawned on him the moment he said it. All of the taunts, the hateful remarks, the distain for her… it had all been to cover up something he had repressed. Attraction. A crush he didn't realize he had been hiding until this very moment.
"You're married," she reminded him. "I mean -you were married. Until this morning. And I… I shouldn't have…" Oh yes she should 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 heavy kissing frenzy and I don't have on night stands-"
Eager, wasn't she? "Slow down there, Granger." Not that he wasn't flattered. Not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind for a split second. He reached up to sooth her. "Sometimes a kiss is just that. A kiss."
"You… you mean you don't mean to take me to bed?"
He laughed out loud, surprised at her forwardness. Did he, though? Did he want to jump into bed with Hermione Granger not twenty-four hours into his divorce? No. He didn't want anything else at this moment. This was enough. This would sustain him. "No. No I don't believe so."
He was quite sure that she didn't mean to give off a disappointed frown. And if he didn't adjust himself in the water, he wasn't sure he could keep good to his word. So he pulled himself up, her with him, and took a moment to brush lips with her, giving her just a bit more before he shut the moment down, "But if I ever should decide that I wanted to…" When the time was right… when he was able to give himself to someone again… "I guarantee you would know immediately. And I guarantee you would beg me to take you." The look on her face was priceless, and he sealed his promise with a playful kiss. Yes, he thought to himself as he pushed her off of him and climbed out of the tub, laughing all the while, he just might find himself again. If she didn't hate him first.
He grabbed up a towel, relieved the air was cold so that he could take his mind off of how sexually charged he was. "Breakfast will be ready in twenty. I'll see you downstairs?" She looked so beautiful soaked from head to toe in that tub. But he couldn't let her know that. So he mocked her with a kiss and added, "Do you clean yourself up, Hermione. You're such a filthy girl."
And then he left the bathroom. When he shut the door, he leaned back against it and closed his eyes. Merlin, he was going to need a very cold shower after this. A cold shower, a picture of his grandmother, and all of the Catholic guilt he could muster to take away the throbbing erection pressing up against his waterlogged trousers.
"If there is a God," He whispered up the ceiling, "Do me a favor, yeah? Just give me this one win."
BOOM.
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