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A Witch's Tale	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 27756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Harry Potter books which are owned by JKR. I make no money from this fanfic and these characters as well as the Harry Potter books and world belong to JKR!

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Hermione saw the look in Theo's eyes change from cute and flirty to pure desire. "Get over her, Miss Granger." She smiled softly as she slowly moved towards him. She liked it when he called her that. He called her that when his sexy, dominant side came out to play.
She decided to gamble and see what he would do if she stopped moving towards him. She smiled shyly as she disobeyed him.
He shook his head, "Now, now.. Miss Granger." He was grinning. "Don't make me come get you." There was a twinkle in his blue eyes and she could tell he liked her little game. She smiled defiantly and started to slowly back away from him.
He was having none of it. He was so tall, he just leaned toward her, wrapped his hand and forearm around her waist and slid her towards him in a flash. She squealed with laughter and delight as he flipped her so she was draped across his lap.
"Oh Miss Granger.. for such a smart witch, that was a very bad move." His voice was quiet and his tone seductive. She couldn't see his face the way he had her positioned. She felt his hand start to rub her bottom which was on display, in her fitted pencil skirt. "Lets see how smart you really are." One hand was rubbing up her thighs under her skirt, while the other was rubbing her bottom on top of her skirt. "What do you think happens to wicked little witches who don't do as they are told?"
She giggled and heard him whisper, "hmmm?" She stopped her giggling when the hand under her skirt had come up between her legs and his fingers were working their way under her panties and into her. "Miss Granger doesn't know the answer?" Her mind was spinning. His voice, his hands...she couldn't think straight. She felt the slap of his hand on her bottom and let out a small squeal.
All teasing was gone as he said, quietly, "wicked witches get switches." He spanked her again with one hand as his other was moving in and out of her. He continued rubbing her bottom."But seeing as I don't have a switch on me, my hand will have to do." He spanked her one more time before rolling her over and lifting her as he stood. He carried her bridal style into her bedroom, his eyes dark and intense.
Wednesday
All pretense of actually getting any work done was gone. They should just let her leave and not come back. They had run out of tasks to give her and all she was doing was sitting in her office. She had finished going through her files that morning and her desk was already cleaned out of her personal items.
She found herself daydreaming as she remembered the night before. It had been intense, unlike any sexual experience she had ever had. After he had taken her to bed, his dominant play had continued. She never really thought about the games people play in their bedrooms, but she was thrilled she had a wizard who was clearly well versed with, at least, some of those games. But, it wasn't all dominant role play. He was also affectionate and attentive. He held her most of the night. He had made breakfast again this morning and was playful and flirty. She had never imagined it could be like this. Ron had always been grumpy and hungry in the mornings. Sex had been methodical and quick.
She continued thinking back on the morning when she and Theo had gotten a look at both the Evening Prophet from the night before and that mornings edition. The morning edition showed Hermione tucked into Theo's chest as they quickly walked by the camera. The caption said, "Hermione Granger, shortly after breaking Malfoys heart, in the arms of another wizard." See article on page 6, by Rita Skeeter.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock. She swung around in her chair to find Draco Malfoy, once again, leaning in her door frame.
She shook her head. "What could you possibly want now, Malfoy?" She stood up to make herself taller and more threatening. "If you've come to get me fired for my outrageous theories, you're too late. I've already quit...as you well know."
Draco rolled his eyes as he walked towards her desk. "Chill, Granger. I wanna see the data you were talking about. I'm sure you're wrong with your ridiculous theory, but I want to see the data, all the same." He was serious. He was looking at her with intensity.
She contemplated for a minute. "What makes you think you can just waltz in here and demand to see what.."
Just then she was interrupted by her boss who walked in and said, "Oh good. You're already here." He smiled at Malfoy and looked back at Hermione. "Miss Granger, kindly show Mr. Malfoy your notes and anything else he'd like to see." He patted Malfoy on the shoulder and left her office as quickly as he had barged in.
Malfoy had a pompous grin on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really?"
Three hours later they were heading to lunch. He was talking rapidly, "The fault with your theory lies in the lack of research in rural areas."
"I know that! I begged to be allowed to go out and gather my research! All my information is based on largely populated magical and non magical communities. I was told the Ministry couldn't afford the additional research, but I really think they were just scared I'm right." She sighed in exasperation. "They are always hiding from the truth."
He held the door open as they entered the restaurant. Hermione couldn't help notice the disapproving looks she was getting, and had been getting, all morning. As they sat down, she mumbled. "Damn that Skeeter beetle to hell."
Draco chuckled. "Ahh yes, the Daily Prophet." Just then a gaggle of witches was being seated at a large table next to them. They were giving Hermione and Draco curious glances. Draco got a mischievous grin as he took her hand, kissed it and said loud enough to be overheard, "Oh baby, just give me another chance!"
She pulled her hand away and shot daggers at him. He laughed as she cursed him to Hades and back.
She studied him as he studied the menu. He was handsome. His face wasn't pointy like it had been in youth. His jaw was more square. His hair was a little longer and it wasn't so perfectly styled anymore. His style was more carefree and more at ease. It was what she had noticed the day before, he was comfortable in his own skin. He looked up and caught her staring. "Like what you see, Granger?"
She rolled her eyes at his cocky jab. "Just cautiously watching the viper at the table."
He smiled. "Now, now, you're dating my best mate. It's a whole new world between us now."
"Oh really. How so?" She leaned forward on her elbows and gave him one of his own signature smirks.
"Well, I don't how it works with Griffindors or your friends, but in my world, Slytherins look out for each other's interests. Theo's into you, which means you're his. Which means you belong to all of us, in a sense. When you're with me or Blaise or even Severus, for that matter, you'll always be protected. Why do you think I jumped between you and that photographer yesterday? I was protecting you."
Hermione was at a loss for words.
Wednesday Evening
Hermione was helping Ginny clean the kitchen. She had joined the Potters for dinner and Ginny had revealed she was pregnant. Hermione was thrilled for her best friends. Harry was over the moon with excitement. The conversation at dinner had revolved all around narrowing down names for the baby, and getting the nursery started.
Hermione and Ginny were in the kitchen cleaning and as they were finishing up, Hermione turned to Ginny. "What about quidditch?"
Ginny shrugged. "I'll play through my fourth month and then I'll stop. After the baby is born, Harry and I will discuss it and maybe I'll play again."
It was hard for Hermione to imagine giving up a successful career to have a baby at 21 years old. "Are you sure you're ok with that?"
Ginny turned to Hermione and threw the dirty dish rag in the sink. She looked like she was fighting back tears. "What choice do I have? I'm pregnant! I have to stop playing for the safety of the baby. I hope I'll be able to play again, but it'll depend on how we feel after the baby is born."
"How we feel as in 'we' ? or how we feel as in 'Harry?" Hermione looked at her friend knowingly. Hermione knew Harry was rather old fashioned and liked the idea of his witch at home raising the children.
Ginny didn't say anything and turned to put the finishing touches on cleaning the kitchen. She turned to Hermione, changing the subject. "Enough about my exciting news.. Tell me yours! Theo Nott?!"
Hermione couldn't help the huge smile and blush that crept over her as she thought about Theo. Ginny got a surprised look on her face, "Oh Merlin! This is serious! Look at you! You're blushing Scarlett red and all I did was mention his name."
Hermione dashed to the door to peek and make sure Harry was still planted on the sofa watching television. She took Ginny by the hand and pulled her to the back porch where they sat on a swing.
"Ginny, he's unlike any man I've ever known."
For the next 20 minutes Hermione told Ginny everything. She told her about running into the slytherins the prior Monday, the firewhiskey shots at The Wayward Broom, Theo stopping by Saturday night, their first date on Monday as well as Tuesday's night back at The Wayward Broom again. She also told her about Malfoy and what he had said at lunch. She told Ginny all about the different sides of Theo, including his supportive sit back and listen side, his playful and flirtatious side and his seductive, dominant side.
Ginny sat back and listened to it all in stunned silence. After Hermione stopped talking, Ginny smiled and said, "Hermione, you're in love with that wizard."
Hermione rolled her eyes dismissively. "It's a little soon for that, Ginny."
Ginny was having none of it. "You listen to me Hermione Granger. I'm telling you, you're in love and based on what you told me, he's in love with you, too!"
For those who are unfamiliar, a switch is a skinny, long twig, or something long and thin and bendy. When I was a little girl it was a more common term than it is now. We would "get the switch" if we misbehaved. This was in the southern US so I don't know if the term is used other places. Thanks for reading! Please review :)
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