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What she needs	By : KrystyWroth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Standard disclaimer. If JKR wouldn't have given me such great characters, I
wouldn't make them do such naughty things. Well, I guess it depends on how you define naughty!

Hermione
was well into her fifth glass of fire whiskey when out of the corner of her eye
she saw someone sit down next to her.
She was too into her own thoughts to pay attention to anything that was
going on around her, and didn�t bother to turn and look. She took another swig, downing most of the
glass, and signaled the bartender for another one. He frowned, but poured her another drink.

�You�re one
of the few women I know who actually enjoy fire whiskey,� the voice next to her
said.

She took
another drink. �I don�t really drink it
because I enjoy it. I�m drinking it to
get drunk.� A smile was beginning to
cross her face, until she turned and saw who it was. It was the last person she would have expected
to see here.

�Malfoy? What are you doing here? Slumming with the peasants? Shouldn�t you be in Morocco
or Thailand or
somewhere exotic with your wife doing some rich wizarding thing?� She said sarcastically

�I had to
stop and get a new wand and it�s actually a bit chilly outside. I thought a fire whiskey might warm me
up.� He asked for a glass when the
bartender walked by, and then paid for it.
He took a drink and the two of them sat in silence.

The last
time Hermione had seen Draco was right after the wizarding war. Draco had killed his father in the final
battle, it had been one of the only reasons Voldemort had been destroyed. It was actually Lucius�s wand that killed his
leader, when he tried to kill Harry.
Lucius had fallen to Draco�s wand a few moments later.

That had
been almost 5 years ago, since he had been destroyed. Harry and Ron had a sort of friendship with
Draco, and Hermione, by proxy.

A few
minutes later, Draco turned to Hermione.
�How�s married life treating you?�
He asked.

�I hate it,
actually.� She told him.

�Yeah, I
hate it too.� Draco told her. Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at
him. �You hate it? But I saw your wedding in the paper. You guys looked so happy. And the Daily Prophet says you�re always
going away on those romantic exotic trips.
You guys were inseparable in school.�

�Yeah, well
being married to someone for three years is enough to drive you insane. We really only married because we knew it
would create a huge rift if we didn�t.
In the beginning there was an affection of sorts, now it�s really more
like a routine. I think we just stay
together because there�s no where else to go.�

Hermione
looked at him having trouble understanding everything he said. �Wait a minute. I know I�m not exactly clear headed right
now, but you guys looked so happy.�

Draco
smiled. �Well, I guess we�re both really
good actors.� He took another sip, and
then ordered two more drinks, one for each of them.

�What about
you? Why do you hate married life so
much?� He asked Hermione.

She
hesitated, �We fight all the time. About
everything. I get so sick of it. We�ve been married for a little over three
years. He still thinks I�m going to
leave him and it drives me insane. We�ve been trying to have a baby for over a
year now, and the fact that we�re not pregnant yet frustrates him. He�s drunk most of the time, and he lies
around the house all day. He is the
biggest slob I�ve ever met and he resents the fact that I have a job that I
love and I work so many hours.�

Draco knew
about her job. She was the top assistant
to the head librarian at Merlin�s Magical Library. Their catalog was enough to boggle the mind
and he knew that it must have been quite a chore to memorize all the locations
of all the different spell books. St.
Mungo�s was constantly sending over research wizards to look up obscure spells
and hexes, and new dark art books were being found everyday. If this Hermione was anything like the
Hermione he went to school with, she was perfect for the job.

�So are you
guys seeing someone? A counselor or
something?� He asked sincerity in his
voice.

She
laughed. �No. He won�t see anyone. Our problems are for us only. And he thinks that they would just fill his
head with a bunch of mumbo jumbo. And
yes, I have thought about leaving him, but I really would like to give it one
last chance.� Hermione told him,
wondering why she was telling him all of her personal things.

Hermione
looked at Draco. He was staring into his
glass, deep in thought. �Are you guys
seeing someone?� Hermione asked.

Draco
turned and looked and a hint of a smile crossed his lips. �No. I
don�t think Pansy would anyway. It�s not
that we have a bad marriage; it�s just an empty marriage. We don�t have the feelings that a married
couple should. Pansy thought that maybe
if we had a baby, it would make us closer.
She�s absolutely positive that someone cast a spell on one or both of us
so we couldn�t reproduce.�

They were
both quiet again. �So what is Ron doing
now?� He asked her.

�He�s
playing Quidditch. He�s ok, but he could
be better if he went to practice once in a while.� The tears started to trail down her face and
she took out a hankie. �Oh Merlin, here I go again. That�s actually why I�m here getting drunk.�

�You�re
drinking because he won�t go to practice?�
Draco asked, confused.

�No, I�m
drinking because of his Quidditch team.
They traded him to the New Zealand Zygotes. He has to report in two days or he�ll be let
go. He wants me to go with him and quit
my job.�

Draco put a
comforting arm around her shoulder. She
pulled away from him, but then reluctantly sank into it.

�And you
don�t want to give up your job and follow a man that you�re not really happy to
be with half way across the world, leaving your family and friends and your
great job to live in New Zealand
where the whole thing could happen all over again.�

Hermione
nodded her head vigorously. �I�ve got my
chance right now. I could leave him, and
still keep everything I have. Or I could
lose everything I have and keep him.
Part of me says I should stay.
The other part of me wants to know why.
I know that no matter what I do, I�m going to hurt someone.� She wiped away a tear and continued. �He�s asked me to come with him, and give it
one more try, and if it doesn�t work out he�ll let me go if that�s what I
want.�

�Is that
what you want?� He asked her.

�I don�t
know what I want anymore.� She sobbed
and didn�t stop him when his arms wrapped around her, holding her as she cried. He stroked her hair and tried to quiet
her.

A few
minutes later, she looked up at him through tear stained eyes. �Draco, there is something I want.�

Hermione
was naked with her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with strands of
silk. She moaned and cried out as Draco
knew exactly where to lick her. His
tongue wove a path through her aching core, stopping at her center to take it
between his teeth. He bit down with the
smallest amount of pressure and Hermione�s hips bucked off the bed in
response. He shoved his entire face into
her pussy as he drove his tongue into her hole.
Hermione cried out his name again, and he stopped. He pulled away from her, ever so
slightly. She bucked towards him,
willing him to finish what he had started.
He smiled at her, watching as she pulled and tugged against her
restraints. He started to laugh at her
as she continued to fight the hold.

She flopped
back down onto the bed, worn out from thrashing, among other things.

�Draco
please. I really need to be fucked right
now.� Hermione pleaded with him.

�Really? What, with this old thing?� He asked, reaching down to take his rock hard
cock in his hands. He knew he was bigger
than average, and Hermione�s eyes widened as she watched him stoke up and down.

She bucked
her hips up into the air again, and then tried pulling against the restraints
again. Her eyes never left his hands,
which continued to stroke up and down his massive length. �Please Draco. Please fuck me.�

�I don�t
know� Are you sure you want me to fuck
you?� He asked, enjoying being able to tease her.

�Yes!� She
almost shouted, and then remembered that there was a soundproofing charm on the
walls. �Yes, I want you to stick your
hard cock into my pussy and fuck me until I explode!�

�Who would
have expected such words from Hermione Weasley� Draco thought. He smiled at her as he let go of his erection
and went to stand up. �Na, I think I�ve
changed my mind. After all we�re both
married to other people and I�d really hate to cheat on my wife��

Hermione
screamed out. �Draco, I�m not telling
you again. Get over and fuck me!�

Draco gave
her the trademark smirk as he climbed back into the bed and positioned himself
on top of her. He held himself just out
of the reach of her hips, and smirked again.
Her hips fell back onto the bed in frustration and that was when he made
his move.

In one
solid motion, he inserted his entire length inside of her. Both of them cried out. He muttered the releasing spell on her
restraints and instantly felt her legs wrap themselves around him.

�Are you
sure this is what you want?� He asked
her one last time.

�It�s too
late to turn back now.� And he knew what
she meant. She reached up and grabbed
his face, kissing him. It was filled
with lust and heat and sexual frustration.
She kissed him everything that she had, and he gave the best he
had. He began to pump himself in and out
of her.

The pace
began to quicken. Soon the room was
filled with the sounds of skin slapping together, mixed with moans and grunts
full of lust. She ran her fingernails
down Draco�s back, wondering if she was drawing blood and then realizing that
she didn�t care.

Hermione�s
orgasm came only a few seconds before Draco�s.
They both screamed out the others name as they reached their peak and
Draco eventually collapsed at her side.
He pulled her into his arms and they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Draco woke to an
empty bed. On the nightstand she had
left him a note.

It read: Thank you for everything
Draco.

He smiled to himself, hoping that
it really was what she needed.

Over the
next few years, he made it a point to pay attention to the papers. Weasley had indeed gone to New Zealand, and their
record had started to improve, along with his own. There was no mention of his wife, but Draco
didn�t expect there to be. He had gone
to the library several times, thinking that he might catch her there if she had
indeed left him. But he never saw her
and was pretty confident she had decided to stay with her husband.

Then, one
day Draco received an invitation by owl to the Quidditch Champions Ball. Draco knew it was because of his constant
donations to the local teams, but he also knew that it was a sign that he
go. He had no idea if she would be
there, or if she would even acknowledge him.
It had been 5 years since they had seen each other, and he would have
thought that she would have dropped a letter and at least said hello.

Draco
walked into the ball with Pansy on his arm.
He saw Hermione standing across the room, talking to Viktor Krum�s
wife. She must have felt him walk in,
because suddenly she turned and excused herself. She made her way to Draco and Pansy, and
shook both of their hands.

�It�s great
to see both of you! It�s been so
long!� Hermione motioned to someone who
was standing behind Draco, waving them over.
�Draco, Pansy you both know my husband Ron. And the young man with him is our son Ian.�

Draco�s
breath caught in his throat as he turned to meet Hermione�s son. His heart stopped when he saw his own eyes
reflected there, along with Draco�s head of platinum blonde hair.

Author�s Note: This
was a one shot, although my beta finished reading this and asked if I had
intensions of writing more. I didn�t,
but the ideas going to float around in my head for quite some time, I�m
sure.

Thanks to Arlene, for taking the time out of her busy
schedule to beta for me.

Before anyone writes and asks �Why doesn�t Ron question his
son having blonde hair?� I thought I�d answer that. I am a natural red head. My mother is blonde and my father has black
hair. I had a friend who was born with
platinum blonde hair and sometime in her early teens her hair just decided to
change color, to a dark brown. So, that
being said, I am a firm believer that your genes don�t always determine your
hair color. So Ron would have no reason
to question his son�s hair color.
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