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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47187 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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   The room was a large and elegantly set dining room. There were delicate gold silk curtains hanging on all of the windows with matching cushions for all the seats. There was a large oak table in the center with a perfectly placed diamond chandelier hanging above the vase of roses, set in the middle of the table, charmed to always look perfectly in bloom. On the outskirts of the room were china cabinets and shelves that held candles, assorted flowers and the likes. There even was an antique muggle record player in the corner, completely out of place but stylish none the less. From the deep mahogany Persian rug settled evenly under the table to the gold encrusted silverware. It was easily apparent to whoever came across the room that it had been well taken care of in the past. That is until a burst of blue light hit the table and blew it apart “Expulso!”

Harry Potter ducked quickly under the spell and rolled to the side before shouting “Deprimo” at the floor beneath his opponent’s feet. The wood cracked and splintered in the space of a moment and spiraled down into the room below. There was the sudden 'pop' of apparition and Harry instinctively shot a stunning spell over his shoulder before apparating away himself. Draco Malfoy managed to cast a wand less shield charm in time and nodded in acknowledgment of Harry’s quick thinking. The red beam of light bounced off his shield and hit a china cabinet causing it to tumble to the floor with a loud crash. But Draco didn't even have the time to look at the damage because there was a flash of light brushing directly past his face as Harry threw the severing charm his way. Harry watched in satisfaction as the record player split evenly in half and toppled to the floor. Malfoy had looked nervous about that spell and had just barely missed it. Honestly if it had hit him, he probably would have died but Harry wasn't all that concerned he had only been aiming to maim him. Draco apparated again directly to Harry's left “Impedimenta!” The spell caught the chair that had been directly behind the dark haired wizard and left it in pieces. “Is that all you’ve got Malfoy? Destroying furniture?” Harry taunted sending a blast of fire followed by a stunning spell at his blonde opponent’s direction, followed by a quick “Bombarda.” Draco dodged out of the way and pointed his wand to the broken china at Harry's feet, “Serpensortia.” A large snake shot out from his wand and landed with a thud, hissing angrily. I've won this Harry thought to himself as he ordered the snake to attack his conjurer in parseltongue. Expecting this Draco quickly canceled his previous spell and used the small moment that Harry's concentration had been broken to advance “Expecto Patronum!” The snake disappeared with a shattering of glass hitting the floor.

  All at once Harry was blinded by the bright silver light coming from Draco's wand, and in the space of a moment there was a dragon roaring in his face. Harry took a step back but just as quickly as the dragon appeared it was gone. “Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!” His wand was blown from his hand and his body went still as a board. But before he could even begin to comprehend what had happened, Draco was there with his wand against Harry's throat.

Emerald clashed with silver and there was an intense moment where it almost seemed as though the dark haired wizard was daring his opponent to attack him. Draco held his chin defiantly and returned the cold glare. Both their breaths were labored and sweat was running down Harry's brow but he couldn't move a muscle to blink it away. Draco lifted his wand slowly and opened his mouth to cast a spell; Harry's eyes twitched madly as if they were trying to widened, and disbelief washed across his face “Reparo, Finite Incantatem.” Harry felt the second spell brush against his skin and his muscles loosen simultaneously. He turned to watch as the spell put the grand table back to rights and then looked back to Malfoy “seems like I’ve won Potter.”

“Drama queen, I suppose freezing me was necessary, right?” Draco crossed his arms and grinned “Absolutely, how else would you have acknowledged my win? You should have seen your face. You were worried there for a moment.” Harry could only nod and shrug at this and they both broke into laughter.

They spent the next half hour repairing the dining room of Grimmauld Place and the room below it to its entirety, then met back in the center when they were finished. “A patronus though, when did you learn it?” Draco wiped the sweat away from his brow, shot a repairing spell at a nearby broken chair they had missed before sitting down in it. He leaned back and crossed his leg over his knee. “I’ve been practicing it for a while now. I perfected it a few weeks ago” Harry transfigured two nearby candles into bottles of water and threw one to his roommate, then set his wand down on the cabinet shelf by his head. “It was brilliant, caught me completely off guard. That dragon was really impressive too, more powerful than most patronuses. Are you sure you don’t want to be an Auror? I could really use you.” Draco took a deep swallow from his water bottle before shaking his head. “No, and the answer won't ever change Potter”. Harry noticed how Malfoy subconsciously shifting his left arm out of view when he answered. It was something he recognized his roommate doing every time someone asked him anything that could relate to his past in anyway. But none the less he nodded and accepted the answer he had been already expecting before leaning against the china cabinet behind him. He took a drink of water and decided to press one more time “but still the profession would suite you.” Harry studied the blonde for a moment longer and saw the telltale signs of his unwillingness to discuss the subject. Malfoy was clenching the water bottle and had his eyes closed. Counting to ten no doubt Harry surmised as he pushed away from the cabinet and picked up his wand from on top of the nearby shelf. Malfoy stood and gave Harry a look that clearly wanted him to back off, “I won and as my request I want you to never ask me to join your bloody group of Aurors again.”

“Deal.”

“Good.” Harry watched as his roommate stalked out of the dining room and went down the hall. There was an answering slam as Malfoy retreated to his room and Harry could only sigh. Granted, it was a much better reaction than he had expected when he realized he had pissed the wizard off. But still, they hadn't argued in a while and Harry preferred the absence of the animosity between them.

It had been 4 years this very day, June 12^th, since Malfoy had come up to him outside of the ministry and asked to speak in private after the Death Eater Trials. Ron of course had heard the request and drew all the media attention their way by making a scene. He had been at the peak of his fame then, freshly considered a war hero. To Harry's immediate annoyance Ron had boasted that the heroes of the Golden Trio had no time to talk to Voldemort’s old personal ferret and made other comments that were similar. All those surrounding had laughed and cheered. The flash of the cameras were non-stop but still Malfoy held his tongue and continued to wait for his reply. Despite their past, Harry had agreed and followed as Malfoy pushed his way through the crowd and led him away to the fountain hall within the ministry.

Ultimately Malfoy had made a muck of the apology but by the end of it, he had thanked Harry for speaking honestly at the trial and sparing his mother’s life. It was only due to his testimony that both his parents had avoided Azkaban and he had admitted that if his mother had gone she wouldn't have survived. He had then offered a permanent truce and stuck out his hand for a shake, the dark mark in sharp contrast to his pale skin. Despite how incredibly tired Harry had been of apologies and gratitude from the general wizarding population as a whole in following month after his defeat of Voldemort; this was the first time that he had felt a true connection as the recipient. He didn’t know if it was the way Malfoy stood before him every bit as arrogant and proud as he usually was, or even if because he had secretly respected the way the blond had delivered his speech but he took the hand offered to him and shook it. The firm hand shake dropped a weight both hadn't known that they were carrying and in that moment it seemed as if life almost got easier just by having Malfoy on his side. It was a feeling that Harry hadn't understood or could place. Either way he just knew it was a relief that he was glad for at this stage in his life. After they let go, both wizards had merely nodded to each other in acknowledgment of their new found truce. But before another word could be spoken between the two, there had more camera flashes at this action and a very disgruntled Ronald Weasley dragging Harry away back to the crowd.

Regardless of what that moment truly represented the media still painted Draco the villain seeking unjust redemption and Harry even more the hero for being so kind to even touch a Death Eater. It was nauseating, and by the end of the next week he was disgusted with how the wizarding world was behaving post war. Even more so with how the Weasley's were behaving; they drunk up the fame as though they were starved. Despite getting a brand new burrow built by the government, they were all in the general consensus that they deserved a manor and demanded one. The ministry ultimately complied and had built them a manor, and Harry had moved out. The wizarding world was lashing back negatively at purebloods and it all seemed to be spinning out of control. All he wanted was a normal quiet life and for everyone to forget that he ever had anything to do with the war.

It had been at the one year anniversary gala of the battle that Harry had seen Malfoy again. He and his mother had been invited and placed surprisingly close to the table of honor where Harry, Ron and Hermione as well as the minister of magic and other ministry officials sat. Malfoy had been seated with Blaise Zabini and his date, as well as the Greengrass family. From what Harry could see when he finally noticed their table, every one of them seemed to be having a pleasant time until Seamus Finnigan began harassing them from his table directly next to theirs. Ron had joined in and Harry hadn’t even known what to do until Hermione stormed out because of Ron's refusal to stop calling out “Death Eater Scum aren't welcome!” Malfoy had sported a dark look and the rest of his table mates seemed affronted. Before he even knew what he was doing Harry had rose from his seat, walked up to the podium, gathered everyone’s attention and delivered a speech on equality for all. It had brought him even more unwanted attention from the media and wizarding community at large, and Seamus seemed to get the point but Malfoy left the function shortly after.

A few weeks later Harry had run into Draco at a low key dueling club in London. Following a long lengthy duel in which Harry had lost; Malfoy had immediately told him how he didn’t need Harry to rescue him at the gala, even though his M.O was being the hero. Harry had told him that it had been time to deliver his speech and it had nothing to do with whatever had happened. They both had known it was a lie but went with his response anyway. 4 weeks and 4 duels later Harry had asked Malfoy to live with him since he was looking for a place in London; and here they were, 4 years of surprisingly good companionship and increasingly challenging duels. The wizarding world hadn’t understood, Harry snorted at the thought. They still didn’t, Ron refused to be in the same room as Malfoy and often told Harry he was completely mental for living with a Death Eater. Harry was too tired of conflict to care though, so he let Ron think whatever he liked and Malfoy had hated being anywhere near his friends so he avoided them at all costs when they came over.

Aside from himself and Blaise, Harry didn’t think Malfoy had any other friends. He had only seen the Italian come over and Malfoy only ever visited his mother, when he wasn’t at work. The blond was rather reclusive, aside from the bevy of women that were shuffled in and out of the house regularly. On occasion when Harry was returning home late at night, he could hear the music of a piano through Malfoy’s door, but he was sure the blonde didn’t knew Harry had heard. The music was always soft and melancholic and went on for hours into the night. Harry heard the roar of the fireplace in the distance and was brought out of his reverie. Transfiguring his water bottle back into a candle, he set the candle down on shelf, recast the anti-apparition jinx that he had taken down prior to their duel and closed the door after himself as he left.

            Hermione brushed the soot from her clothes and called out to Harry when she saw no one was around. Her eyes traveled the living room and she felt herself warm at the familiar setting. It had been too long since she had been here and there was just something intangibly wonderful about being in the presence of her best friend. She noticed that while the couches remained the same, the set-up had changed slightly. The table had been restored as well as all the shelves and the fireplace seemed to be charmed to clean up any hint of floo travel. It was more organized and tidy all around and she supposed that this is what the room originally intended to look when it was the family home to the Blacks. The room held a sort of regal air as opposed to the aloof isolated clutter that she had become accustomed to; it must've been the work of Harry's roommate no doubt, Harry didn't have the eye for this kind of thing.

            Hermione frowned at the thought of Malfoy living with Harry. It had been 4 years now that the two of them had come to this arrangement and she was at a loss for how it had worked out this long. Especially since every week in the news there was word of Malfoy's business prowess and the praise of the renewed prestigious Malfoy name. He had managed to do all the right things in the eye of the media for the past few years and now his entire family could hold their head high as they once had before. He didn't have to live here, with his level of fame he could easily find and afford a new mansion to live in even if he didn't want to return back to the one his family owned. Lucius and Narcissa had all but moved out officially, considering they were always in the papers for their new exploits in global affairs. It truly didn't make any sense as to why the only Malfoy heir would choose to live with his old arch enemy and lie low instead of living in the limelight which had been his clear goal the entire war. She sighed to herself and decided to get to the bottom of it. It would do her best friend no good to get caught up in the nefarious plot that Malfoy was most likely pursuing.

            She heard feet hit the stair case and a moment later Harry came into the room “Hermione!” He wrapped her up in a hug and swung her in a circle; she laughed out at his exuberance and held him close. He was sweaty and had bruises on the side of his neck but he looked too happy for Hermione to question his activities. She figured the actions of a sweaty and bruised Harry were actions she didn't really want to know about now that the war was over. She smiled brightly at him and took a step back “it's been too long Harry it really has, and I’ve come to tell you that I’m moving back to London!” Harry looked genuinely pleased at her news and the smile he returned hers with lit up his face. Hermione was so surprised to see the change in him. Gone was the scrawny 19 year old that she had last seen before she moved, in front of her stood a 22 year old man that was way too attractive for his own good. Not that she would ever be personally attracted to him, he was more or less her brother.

            When Ron had mentioned that Harry was now taller than him, she hadn't believed it. Ron had always been the larger one, but here Harry was nearly a full foot taller than she was. His hair had grown almost to his shoulders and he had it brushed back out of his eyes. His facial hair lined his mouth and jaw perfectly and even though his glasses were askew they didn't hide the shine of his bright green eyes. She could tell from the way he stood and his near bulging biceps that he must have spent a good amount of time training when he became Head Auror two years ago. Hermione thought he almost would have been near unrecognizable except his hair style didn't allow him to hide the scar that he was famous for. Not to her of course, she was confident that she would always be able to pick Harry out of a crowd of doppelgangers easily. She thought back to their 7^th year briefly but pushed the unwanted thoughts away. That had been a terrible night for them all. Hermione focused on the man in front of her and took him in. He seemed to embrace everything about himself, the Harry she remembered always wanted to hide his scar and hated how genetically unruly his hair was. But this Harry exuded confidence and the feeling made her want to gravitate toward him even more.

            He sat down on one of the deep brown couches that adorned his living room and patted the seat next to him. Dropping into place, Hermione curled her legs up under herself and loosened the scarf around her throat. “How have you been? I know you said things are going well but it's so much better to see you and hear about it in person.” Harry felt all his tension melt away in the company of his best friend. He didn't even know where to begin but with Hermione back, he felt instantly better. It had been little over 3 years since he'd last seen her and since she lived in England. Directly after the anniversary gala she and Ron had gotten into a huge row about his behavior and new prejudice ways. “We did not fight a war so that you can discriminate on Purebloods Ronald! We did not fight to turn the tables on them; we fought and sacrificed everything we had so that we can end the hate and discrimination!” She had tried for weeks to get him to understand the error of his ways but it wasn't just him or the Weasley's, it was the entire wizarding world. The death of Voldemort brought intense resentment against Purebloods even the ones that hadn't been involved. Hermione couldn't bear to live in a world that ugly and had left to live with her parents. Granted she allowed Ron to visit often and maintained a semblance of a relationship with him, but Harry only figured that it worked because Hermione was away for most of the time and the two of them didn't get a chance to argue as much. She had written to Harry practically every week but neither of them had worried about the next time they would see each other because they simply both knew they would.

Harry loved the kind of relationship he had developed with Hermione. It was one of those great friendships where even if you didn't see each other for a while, you just picked up where you left off, which was evident by the way that she was laughing her head off at his explanation of how he closed a case over a year ago. “Blimey Harry! You had to do all of that? No wonder why you're Head Auror! If I ever need you to catch a Death Eater hiding under my bed I’ll be sure to let you kiss him into submission!” she threw her head back and roared with laughter at the thought of Harry going undercover as a gay submissive. Harry smiled at her good mood and poked her in the side of the stomach. “Hey don't laugh! I caught him!” Harry could feel his face go red at the memory of that case and Hermione's reaction only made it all the more vivid now that he was full on remembering that night. “Oi! Cut it out you!” Harry tackled her on the couch and began tickling her “I'll show you submissive you prat! Here I was confiding in you and you only laugh at me!” But Harry had a large smile on his face and Hermione was now shrieking for him to stop tickling her. To make matters worse Harry ended up casting Rictusempra on his friend. She ended up falling off the couch, landing haphazardly on the floor, her hair was a flurry around her face and that's how Draco found them when he went to investigate what all the noise was. Potter noticed him first and just grinned before settling back into the couch and watching the woman on the ground. Draco leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms and watched for a moment as well, not saying a word but was transfixed by what he saw. She rolled around back and forth for a moment laughing uncontrollably before turning on her stomach and reaching out toward the fire before collapsing back onto her stomach and laughing. Draco was presented with quite the view of her backside and thighs as her skirt rose a bit in her efforts. To make matters worse her cheeks were turning a rosy color and her laughter was incredibly light and feminine, almost musical. Draco had no explanation as to why watching this woman under the tickling charm was erotic, but the way she was handling it was turning him on. Potter took mercy on the woman and ended the spell with a wave of his wand.

            It took her a moment to gather herself but she rolled on her back and just stayed there, allowing Draco to get a better look at her. Her chest was heaving and she drug air into her lungs but what a chest to heave. Her tits were two round globes of perfection and from her V-neck tee shirt he could see a lot more of the creamy skin than he knew she intended. Her shirt had risen up a bit to expose a small amount of her flat stomach and her skirt was bunched around her thighs allowing him to see where her over-the-knee stockings met her skin. Just the sight of the woman lying there, knees slightly bent, stockings exposed and breasts begging to be sucked made him want to take her right there on the floor. It reminded Draco that it had been more than two weeks since he had bedded a woman and he decided that he wanted this one and soon. She was gorgeous and she would be slightly breathless from the earlier tickle assault as he imagined pressing his mouth to hers. He felt the accompanying bulge in his trousers and wondered where Potter had found this one. The brunette scrambled around on the ground for a moment before rising on her knees and pointing at Potter. “You will get yours one day Harry! You may have grown into the size of an oak tree but I will develop quite the tickling charm that you will never be able to cure!” Bloody hell it was Granger! Draco visibly paled and felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. He didn't move an inch for fear that Potter would notice his reaction but he fought hard to mask his surprise and don his usual uninterested expression.

            Harry had noticed how his roommate had been looking at Hermione and held back a grin. It was clear that he hadn't recognized her until she spoke and the predatorial look that he had been sporting changed in the flash of a moment to sheer horror. Quick as the reaction came it was gone and Malfoy was back to looking like his usual arrogant self. Noticing that Harry's attention was diverted, Hermione followed his gaze and squeaked in response. Standing in the doorway was a man, but not just any man, quite possibly the most attractive man that Hermione had ever seen. The only problem with that discovery was that at the same exact second that she acknowledged him as male perfection she registered the fact that there was only one man with hair like that. Malfoy!

            Hermione shot to her feet and straightened her clothes instantly. She knew her hair was a lost cause but she glared at Harry's arrogant roommate. How dare he just stand there silently while she humiliated herself? The expression he wore screamed disinterest, as though the site of her was something he found incredibly boring. His eyes flicked to her for a moment but quickly turned back to her best friend and she just stood there feeling more awkward than she had in a long time, unable to form a coherent sentence to tell him to go away.

She hated that cocky expression on his face, but fuck he was gorgeous to look at. He wore gray slacks and a sliver shirt that was both rolled up to his elbows and matched his eyes. She mentally frowned at the site of his dark mark but was quickly distracted by the sinewy muscle that lined his exposed arms. His blonde hair was cut shorter than she had ever seen it but was set in such a way that suited him completely. His face was clean shaven but had filled out so that his jaw and cheek bones no longer looked out of place. In fact his entire body had filled out. He had to be just as tall as Harry but slightly wider, where Harry was athletically built Malfoy was all of that but just a touch more. It was surreal. Hermione felt herself go wet at the sight him and that mouth! She knew he was going to sneer any moment now, say something rude and ruin it. It would be good of him to do so because then she could snap out of this crazy moment she was having and think solely of her boyfriend Ron and how good he looked. Red hair, blue eyes, toothy smile. Red hair, blue eyes, love of my life.

            Hermione almost had herself back under control with her mantra, but then that all went to hell when Malfoy nodded in Harry's direction and grinned. She almost had a coronary. Hermione had never seen anything remotely close to a smile from Malfoy, but damn how it was gorgeous! His cheek quirked upward revealing a dimple and his teeth were so white and straight she knew even her parents would be proud. “Don't you have a date with Weasley Potter? If you're late to this one I’m sure she might actually hex you. You've got less than a half hour to be there.” Hermione's breath caught in her throat, his voice no longer grating and sarcastic, but a deep timbre with the hint of sophistication and he wasn't even exuding any hostility toward her best friend! What was this? What was going on? Harry stood up abruptly at the reminder “Shit! Hermione I'm sorry to cut this short, I forgot about tonight when I told you to come over.” Malfoy turned and walked away but Hermione was still in a daze. She absent-mindedly waved affirmation in Harry's direction “Yeah that's okay”. Harry noticed his friend's far away expression. He went to her and placed his hands on her shoulders “Are you alright? I'm sorry if I went overboard with the tickling charm. I'll make it up to you promise” It was the oddest thing Harry noted, she seemed to be at a loss for words, but she quickly snapped out of it and smiled up to him. “Yea I’m perfectly fine, got lost in thought for a moment but yes we should make plans for later this week. I'll be with the Weasley's while I look for a place of my own. Come visit and don't think you'll make me forget. I'm going to get you back for that tickling charm and it won’t be pleasant Harry James Potter.” Then she was tidying her scarf and out the house with the roar of the fireplace before he could reply “weird.” Harry looked at the spot where his best friend had been and then looked toward the doorway where she had been staring. A bell went off in his head at the implication but he dismissed the thought as soon as it arose “no way.” Then he re-remembered that he was late for his date and rushed upstairs to get dressed.

            Hermione landed in the living room of the Weasley manor and leaned against the wall for a moment. What the hell had just happened? What was that reaction to Malfoy of all people? She took a deep breath and smacked her cheeks a bit to wake herself up. I must be getting my monthly soon, yes that definitely must be it. That sounded right she decided because there was no way she found that horrible excuse for a man attractive but when she was on her menses anything was possible, her hormones made her crazy. Content with her explanation she pushed herself off the wall straightened her hair and went to greet the people she considered family, forcing all thoughts of Malfoy away.

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This is my first piece of Fanfiction and so i'm still getting used to the AFF controls. Please excuse me while I mess around with the formatting until it looks perfect.

Right now the updating schedule will be every Wednesday, considering it's my first try at this, I don't anticipate that many readers but if it turns out you guys like it. Then I will certainly do my best to write and upload quicker!

Please review if possible, It will help me grow as a writer and be honest if you do, I assure you I have thicker skin than most and be prepared for what I think will be quite the realistic ride between our Draco and Hermione:) This will be slow to start but will pick up I promise!

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