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No One Can Tell Me No Now	By : TheSlytherinPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE STORIES. I SIMPLY LOVE TO WRITE FANFICS IN THE POTTERVERSE CAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND ENJOYABLE TO ME. THIS IS SIMPLY FOR JOY AND PEOPLE TO READ FOR FUN.

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A/N- i have made a few grammar edits and such. I hope you enjoy.
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I was the bookworm. The Gryffindor Princess. I am a big third of the Golden Trio. I had survived the battle of Hogwarts and destroyed a Horcrux, survived Bellatrix and Nagini. I had even survived the decision to not give my parents back their memory because I had discovered that in the six months I was gone they had decided to have a baby. I knew it was better to hope they had a muggle child who could take over their business so I left them alone and survived it. After surviving snatchers, nights in cold tents, and a flight on a dragons back I figured I could survive anything. I even survived Ron choosing someone else and Harry moving to another country for Quidditch. What I couldn’t survive was the quiet. It screamed at me louder than anything I had ever encountered.
Music had saved me from insanity- for I had almost lost my mind surely in all the silence I was drowning in. Once books saved me, but lately I couldn’t seem to read a sentence and retain it to read the next one. It drove me mad but I settled for music and found that I liked it better on some days. I was harder to reach than ever before; I didn’t accept owls from anyone except Harry and Luna, when my phone rang I ignored it, I even had a block up so no one could use magic to drop in. I didn’t want to socialize- being social had gotten me into trouble so I stuck to myself now.
When I went out into the world of Magic I was whispered about, pointed at, approached, and sometimes I was even watched like some sort of freak show. Hero. Hermit. Loner. Barren. The rumors spread and I didn’t even fight them- what was the point? People believed what they wanted to; it was the same in the muggle tabloids and the one time I had mentioned that wizards were as bad as muggles during the early days of rumors I had been torn apart in the papers by Rita Skeeter. I gave up. When I leave the house now I put in headphones and turn music up as loud as I can; I don’t notice anyone with music and certainly don’t hear them. I almost prefer to go to the muggle world now, to shop there, to eat there, to mingle there. At least there I am anonymous; just another woman in her mid twenties. However, some things can’t be bought in the muggle malls so I have to venture into the world of stares and whispers about once a week.
It was on this outing that a little boy walked up to me, he couldn’t have been any older than six. I felt his small hand grasp my jacket, making me look down at him with wide eyes, he looked like he was staring up at Merlin with the way his eyes were sparkling. He was just smiling at me and wiggling excitedly much like a puppy would. What in the world could make him so happy with me? I didn’t even know the child though he looked familiar, if only his hair had not been black as night I would have sworn it was a tiny Draco Malfoy, but he looked so much happier than a younger Draco had. I pulled my headphones out of my ears, “Hello- what’s your name?” I looked around, “Where are your parents?” I began to worry just a little, I didn’t need someone accusing me of something when all I was trying to do was figure out who the child was and who he belonged to on the crowded streets of Diagon Alley.
“I am here with my cousin. My name is Matthias. What are in your ears Hermione?” The tiny boy spoke perfectly, each word enunciated properly as if he had very strict schooling. It was refreshing but then he said my name as if he knew me as well as a relative. He had grabbed one of the ear buds and was looking at it, his eyes narrowing a bit before he put it next to his ear. It took a moment of the child being a statue before his grin erupted again and he was starting to dance in place.
“How do you know my name?” Surely he was too young to know me by merely seeing me on the street. After all, I didn’t look entirely the same as I once had. I had grown taller, my body having acquired the curves of a woman, and my hair was not frizzy like it once had been, instead it was long and had gentle curls that looked like I had been at a beach all day.
“My cousin tells me stories. I have seen your picture in his room. Harry’s too.” The boy dismissed me after that because he snatched my other headphone from where it was dangling and put it in his ear.
“What?” I was baffled and staring at him, quickly glancing around I took note that no one was paying us any attention, most probably assumed he was my son. He hadn’t heard me so I took one of the headphones away, “What do you mean pictures? Who is your cousin Matthias?” I was a little worried about who would have pictures of me.
“Hey! I liked that!” he crossed his arms and pouted, reminding me once more of a certain Slytherin I had met in my first year at Hogwarts so long ago. “He says you two are the bravest people he ever knew.” The blush tinted my cheeks and the child smiled, “He also said you punched him in the face once! Thats so cool!” He jumped a bit, obviously loving that a girl had done it.
My heart stopped. “Malfoy.” I nearly screamed the name, but managed to keep my voice low enough that it didn’t carry too far.
“Yes?” the boy asked.
“Yes.” A older voice stated, though it was full of amusement.
I must have paled because the mini Malfoy was now tugging on my hand in what seemed like worry.
“Are you okay Hermione? You look like you saw a ghost? Are you afraid he is going to hit you back? I promise he wont, I won’t let him!” Draco had widened his eyes as he heard the little boy speaking and made to grab him but the child side stepped the anticipated move and stuck his tongue out.
Out of reflex- and that alone- I had struck the hand reaching for the child and then gasped. Slapping my hand to my mouth I whirled around to look up at Draco Malfoy. “Oh my god, I am so sorry Draco.” I was absolutely stunned that I had hit him (again) and that he wasn’t lashing out at me for various reasons- one being using his name instead of Malfoy.
Matthias was smirking as he looked at Draco who looked at his hand, then the child, and then me. “And here I thought the Great Matthias Malfoy didn’t need a girl to fight for him.” My jaw dropped and Matthias was glaring but refusing to speak now, even his cheeks were flushed red slightly.
“Why do you have my picture in your room Draco?” I blurted out the question and regretted it when his eyes flashed with anger. Was he angry at me? I started to panic, hearing years of insults he had called me echoing in my mind, having countless meetings with his mother over the years and seeing him in the distance looking at me before disappearing. Matthias ran, the headphone falling from his ear in his haste.
“I will kill that boy.” Draco mumbled. “I have a picture of you and Potter. When you two were in the paper… the elf rights act you and my mother worked on.”
“Don’t be angry at Matthias. I asked how he knew my name because he walked up to me like I had been his friend for years. He said he had seen mine and Harry’s picture in your room. Heard some stories.” I chose to leave out the small compliments Draco had told him about me, figuring it might help Matthias a bit. My explanation seemed to put Draco at ease because he relaxed- making me wonder what else he had said about me.
I wanted to speak more but started to hear the whispers of my name and felt a small dose of panic slipping up my spine like a snake. I eyed Draco, biting my lip. He had grown taller, his hair was the same but he seemed to be bigger; it was as if his very presence seemed to take up the area and make me feel smaller. He was alluring in a dark way and it was not something I needed to be around because temptation was just that. Tempting. And the snake before me clearly exuded male and nothing close to what he had when he was younger. Draco grew into himself and it looked good on him I decided.
The whispers didn’t go unnoticed by Draco either, in fact they seemed to annoy him from what I could see since his eyes had darkened when mine shifted to the people around us. “Would you like to join us for lunch? I imagine Matthias has a million questions for you Hermione.” He smiled at my small gasp when he spoke my name. “My mother would like to see you again.” I was completely caught off guard and my mind seemed to be stalled out like an old car.
His mother had been one of the main donors in the efforts made for house elves and being such I used to visit Malfoy Manner on Sundays to discuss progress. Once we had achieved equal rights for them I had no need to go by and had never been invited back so I simply didn’t go for my weekly lunch and tea time visits after that. “She would?” I blurted out, confusion probably written all over my face because I had never seen Draco as amused as he was right now.
“Yes. She was rather sad when you stopped coming by- though she wont admit it- not many visit since the war.” He grazed over the subject.
I fidgeted in place, suddenly feeling bad. “I had assumed she was only speaking with me because of business, when I didn’t receive and invitation back I assumed she had no desire to see me again, being a mudblood and-” I felt Draco’s hand clamp down over my mouth as my back pressed against the shop window that I had been in front of, causing a few stares and gasps, his eyes looked furious and his body shook just slightly against me before it was controlled and still once more.
“Do not call yourself that.” Draco whispered, earning a blush and shiver from me since it almost seemed intimate to me. “If you accept the offer for lunch, you know your way to the manor and the time when mother has her tea.” He walked away, leaving me in shock at his outburst and feeling the sudden loss of his body weight against mine made me tremble in place. I was slumped against the wall slightly, my eyes wide and mouth open. Draco had touched me willingly, invited me to lunch, and seemed to be upset that I insulted myself; the world was upside down again. I put the headphones back in hastily as the crowd around me started to whisper excitedly about the “Gryffindor Princess and Slytherin Prince” and that was all I needed to hear before I apparated home. I hadn’t bought a single thing on my list, instead I was transferring the music to the big speakers so my apartment was flooded with music and leaving no room for the emotions that were flooding me. He had been very close to me, in my private bubble of space. In fact he had been so completely in my space that I could smell him on me still, it was a spicy scent but it held a certain softness to it that was still masculine.
The music did not drown out how warm his body had felt against mine so briefly, a body I had always expected to be cold but somehow it never was. Quick flashes of brief moments had at Malfoy Manor made their way in and I sighed. In no way, shape, or form was music going to drown out the thoughts Draco had caused. “I need a boyfriend.” I groaned into a pillow, blaming all the problems caused by such a small moment on my lack of male attention. An owl tapped at the glass, as always I made my way over with a treat for the owl but would send the letter back as I usually did but this owl was new. He was as large as my torso and was the most intricate shades of brown and creams I had ever seen, it peaked my interest. The treat was taken and the letter was received- first one in over a year. “Pretty bird.” I cooed softly before he allowed me to run my fingers over his feathers before he took off from the perch set up outside my window.
An elegant M was on the front of the letter and my heart stopped. Malfoy had sent an owl, there was a letter inside and the handwriting was far more beautiful than my own flowy script and I knew who had written it.
Hermione,
Draco mentioned running into you at the shops, I do hope you accept this open invitation to my home. You are always welcome here.
Narcissa
I hated that I was slightly disappointed that it was from Narcissa, but then I realized what I was thinking and shook my head. “Minnie.” I called softly, a few moments later a small owl no bigger than a tiny dog came floating onto my outstretched arm. I had not sent out any mail, so she had become quite restless and it was brutally obvious that she was ready to fly again with a purpose. “Will you deliver a letter for me?” she made small noises at me, she was my gentle girl and I found that her companionship was all I had needed but her excitement told me she needed more. I felt bad, after writing a small note of acceptance in response I sent her off with doubts she would be back tonight. I glanced at the clock and decided that I needed to freshen up just slightly before I could leave.
Regrets- I have regrets. What was meant to be just a quick change of clothes turned into a quick shower, some magic to dry my hair, and what was now outfit six that I was trying on. I had never cared before, so why now? The ghost presence of Draco’s hand over my mouth made my cheeks flush briefly. That was why. I was being stupid. I took a breath, glanced at the mirror and told myself I wasn’t changing again because I was going there for tea with his mother and what was sure to be an interrogation from Matthias so my floor length black skirt and a button up red long sleeved blouse would be perfect, it was something I would have worn coming for casual business like before so it worked. “I wont even see him.” I told myself in the mirror before I focused on the image of Malfoy Manor, I opened my eyes as I was done apparting since it really did turn my stomach most times and was staring at the gate. It allowed me entry as it had on several occasions, and one very bad one; the memory caused me to shiver in horror but I started walking, Bellatrix is dead now so I am safe.
I didn’t get a chance to knock at the door because it swung open and I was staring down at a small house elf who I knew to be named Wilkens, “Miss Granger. Lovely to see you again.” I smiled at him as I walked in the house. “Your presence has been missed, the Missus has tea set up in the garden today.” He spoke before skipping away, it still startled me a little to see a house elf in Malfoy Manor happy but it had changed so much since Lucius was gone and in my opinion it was for the better.
The whole estate seemed brighter, even though the decor had not changed; it was almost as if light could finally reach the darkest of corners in the manor. It made the walk I had taken countless times over the years coming here be peaceful instead of foreboding. I hated that feeling the first few times I came here, but now it was almost like I was walking through a museum and in all honesty I probably was because every generation of Malfoy had lived here for centuries. A door that was normally closed was open to my left and it made me slow down my steps, I had never explored this place because usually I had business on my mind… but that wasn’t why I was here now so I glanced around quickly before I walked over to the door to peek inside.
I almost made a noise, a very loud and girly noise that I make each time I find a new library. “Oh my god.” I breathed out, forgetting about the garden momentarily. I slipped in the partially open door and took a few steps, not daring to go further because I know that lure would be too strong. I could already smell the pages of the books, the touch of old leather and ink in the air.- the books here would swallow me whole and I would let them.
A warm breath brushed over my right ear, caressing me from what felt like the inside out. I gasped and was about to either fall over or turn around but the pressure of hands gently on my waist steadied and stilled me. “You found my sanctuary.” Draco’s thick voice floated around me, so calm and collected but full of a pressure I did not understand.
I was breathing a little harder, I could feel the slight tremble in my body and knew for sure he had to feel it too. I had not been touched in years, not since Ron had left because I would not go further, and now here was this moment with the man that had been my tormentor and yet the arousal I felt was all encompassing. A very confusing moment for me! Draco was now pressed up against me again, I could feel the muscles in his arms and chest against my back, he wasn’t overly large but instead he was built like the fighters I would watch on muggle television. “I’m sorry.” It was a whisper when I meant it to be more, not a good sign.
He didn’t skip a beat though, “Why?” his voice was lower now as I felt his nose brushing along my neck and jawline when he spoke. It was at that moment that I did not know which I hated more, my treacherous body or his tempting one because I whimpered and it wasn’t from fear. His gentle grip tightened, fingertips digging into my waist slowly as if they had been triggered by me. My spine seemed to twitch on its own, making my body arch briefly back into him, I shook my head a few times, not able to respond to him. I was scared I would not be able to talk since I could barely breathe with him this close to me all of a sudden. The feeling of his lips smiling against my neck was sinful and I knew it was wrong to enjoy it- but for some reason I did . “Answer me.”
Draco’s voice held a slight tone of authority but instead of being angered as I would have been years ago I felt the need to answer him. “I don’t know.” My voice was a breathy whisper and I wasn’t even embarrassed this time, this moment felt stolen and like a dream that I would never have again.
A soft click that went almost unnoticed made me jump slightly as I glanced at the now closed door behind Draco. Movement had caused the snake to strike though, when I barely turned Draco used that small bit of leverage against me and spun me around while he stepped into my space. My back was to the door this time, no prying eyes and no hand over my mouth with Draco Malfoy’s body pressed up against my own. My eyes were wide, my body on fire, and my breathing was not erratic but it wasn’t calm either as he stared down at me from where he had me caged against the door. “Draco.” I whispered, I don’t know why I said his name, but his eyes darkened when I did and my world exploded.
A hand tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly while the other gripped my waist firmly and lifted me slightly so that my back arched in line with my angled neck and as his lips molded to my own. I should have stopped it, I should have made him let me go,... but I didn’t. My hands gripped the pristine white t-shirt he had on, my body pressed tight into his, and my mind went completely silent as the kiss escalated. Draco did something then that would haunt me surely, it was almost like a growl down low where I could feel it in his chest before his teeth tugged at my lower lip and pulled a moan from me. Hearing myself with him should have woke me up from the haze I was in, but it didn’t instead I was being coaxed into what was was surely heaven because even though his hands were firm and rough with me, his lips were now tenderly sucking on my neck between kisses as his hand ran down my outer thigh to lift my knee up around his hip.
The small voice of a very excited Matthias grew louder as it came closer to the door, “DRACO! DRACO! DRACO!” . We stilled, the fog we were in thinning as I opened my mouth but a finger at my lips silenced me just as happy knocking was felt on the door at my back. “Hermione is here! Hurry! She is on her way to the Garden!” small fast footsteps started and fade away seconds later and I am left staring up into Draco’s silver eyes with the silence around us. What’s there scares me, the heat in them is so intense I can almost feel it burning me.
“Good girl.” His voice is full of promise, a promise to reward. My heart quickened at his words, leaving me flushed more than I already was. I was expected to be in the garden, how long had I been in here with him? The finger on my lips slowly drug down past my chin but lingered on my neck for a moment before continuing to go down into the open V of buttons that stopped at a tasteful point on my shirt. His eyes were locked with mine and I didn’t move- I should have moved, because now his skilled fingers had undone two of the buttons and the black lace of my bra was showing in dark contrast against my pale skin and deep red of my shirt. He slid the sleeve off my shoulder, picking up where he left off with his lips it seemed until he reached a point where the shirt would cover the area when corrected.
I had come to a point where my body physically ached everywhere, I was wound up so tight by his possessive touches that when I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder I saw stars. My hands gripped him instantly, my nails digging into him as it felt like my mind was was melting into fireworks. A sudden warmth pooled in my most intimate of places, making me feel the evidence of what he had just caused. He kissed the spot he bit after, making me bite my lip in response as I trembled, the hand that had been at my knee had somehow managed to bunch up the flowing skirt I had worn and was gripping the bare skin of the back of my thigh under it now. “You-” I tried to breath out, but my word was breathy and shaking.
“You liked it.” His words were whispered along my skin, his fingers that were caressing my thigh moved slowly towards the area I had not let anyone touch before. Panic started to rise in my stomach but his motions were precise and time was not wasted before just the tips of his fingers were brushing against my very moist panties. “You can’t deny that, I imagine if anyone was nearby they heard the proof of it as much as I can feel it.” Something about Draco seemed to exude power in that moment because where I had stopped Ronald, I was not stopping him as he gently brushed his fingers along my covered womanhood though I was blushing like I was still a teenager.
“Yes.” I whispered after one of his fingers purposefully brushed over the very sensitive bundle of nerves down there.
“Good girl.” His eyes met mine then and a single digit snaked its way past my protection and dipped inside of me. I had only done this to myself a handful of times before and it had NOT felt like this. When that finger curved slightly towards him and he began to slowly shift it in and out of me I came unglued in his hands.
“Draco.” I whispered as my head fell back against the door and my hands gripped his shoulders. The hand that had been toying with buttons slid around to my back and held me to him. I had forgotten I was in the library, I had forgotten I was in Malfoy Manor, and I had forgotten why I told myself to stay away from Draco Malfoy because right now all I knew was that I needed him to keep doing whatever he was doing because it felt like something better than the bite was about to happen. My hips responded to his hand as little moans filled the air around us, causing him to smile. It was a smile that was purely sexual and through my half closed eyes was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or imagined a man looked like in the books I read.
The way that he brushed against the spot inside me had me almost breathless when his finger stopped moving and pressure I had not felt before tickled at me; he had brushed his finger along the proof that I was still a virgin and it made my cheeks flush. I had thought the smile was sexy, but the smirk that slipped across his lips was something that would haunt my soul well into my next life. He backed off the spot of no return and added a second finger and began to play them both along what that sensitive spot now as he whispered “Cum for me Hermione.” against my lips before he claimed them in a kiss that swallowed my moans when his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves making my body obeyed him.
He kept me there for what felt like ages, almost coming down off the body high only to be pushed back into it when he pressed the spot again on purpose it seemed with his slowing movements. “Good girl.” He kissed the spot he had bitten once more before he lowered my leg down but still held me to him since I was a trembling mess of bookworm with no brain. “Mother will be wondering where you are if I keep you much longer.”
I licked my lips and cleared my throat. “What just…Yes she will.” My brain was catching up to my body and replaying what had just happened. Draco had given me my first orgasm and his mother was waiting for me to have tea- the books had not done it justice I noted.
“We should go.” He kissed me softly, and despite what he had just done to me I blushed and bit my lip after. He led me out of the room, cheeks still flushed as I rebuttoned the few buttons he had undone, my hair was a bit more frizzed than it had been but still looked the same due to curls, and my skirt only needed to be adjusted slightly before I looked as I had upon arrival. I glanced at him, he was running his fingers through his hair casually and looked like nothing had happened at all while I was still hot in the cheeks. He had a book in his hand but my eyes didn’t linger there instead they shifted up to his metallic eyes when I felt his free hand center itself on the dip in my lower back, guiding me along the halls towards the atrium doors ahead of us.
My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I swore he could hear it, but his eyes gave nothing away. “Draco.” I paused to figure out what I wanted to say but he spoke.
“Say it again.” His voice was low, his eyes seemed to darken again and I realized that it was the way I said his name that was driving him mad.
I did as he asked, “Draco.” But this time my voice was barely a whisper and the hand at my back twitched, fingers pressing into my back briefly before the doors swung open and Matthias was grabbing my hand to pull me away from him.
“Did you get lost?” his happy voice questioned in excitement, I felt a book being slipped into my hand and was instantly relieved because I had not thought of a way to explain my late arrival.
“Yes. I found a book. I am sorry.” I held it out to him to show that I had brought it with me, blushing a bit.
“That is Draco’s favorite book.” Matthias said as I looked down at it and smiled a bit, it was a muggle book by Anne Rice and I almost giggled. Draco's eyes narrowed slightly and I bit my lip. I was saved by Narcissa then as Matthias pulled me towards the small table in the center of the rose garden that was in the massive Atrium. I could see every kind of rose on the planet in this room and Narcissa was still more beautiful than all of them standing there in her elegant and pressed clothes as always.
“Hermione. Lovely of you to come. Had I known-” she trailed off and I smiled at her. She gestured for me to sit and for what must have been the first time in my life my chair was pulled and pushed in for me as I sat by Draco. It must have been ordinary in the family because Matthias was doing the same for Narcissa, copying his cousin. “I see you met little Matty here.” The older woman smiled at the boy who scowled at her pet name for him. “He is visiting the remainder of the month before he is sent off to school.”
“School? But he cant be old enough for Hogwarts.” I was very confused now.
“Of course, but the Malfoys have always sent their children off to private schools until it is time for Hogwarts, Magic might be one of the most important things young witches and wizards learn but so are the basic skills that any person must know. Etiquette, languages, the starts of business understanding and such things.” She was pouring them all tea as the males seated themselves and a house elf came in with a tray of cucumber sandwiches.
“I had no idea.” I spoke truthfully, and she smiled.
“Did I hear that you found our library?” I choked slightly on my sip of tea as I nodded and turned red as the roses to my left.
“I knocked on the door and no one answered.” Matthias seemed upset now that he knew I was in there, as if he had been ignored on purpose to hurt him.
Draco spoke then, saving me once more from choking on my words. “I told you that Hermione would often be found in the library at school, I cannot count the times the librarian had to snatch a book from her grasp to get her attention.” His voice was casual and held not hint of guilt when it came to stealing my time in the library. The answer seemed to placate the boy and I was glad, taking another sip of tea as Draco glanced at me. As the minutes passed conversation became easier and flowed like a stream between us, even Draco had input at times but mostly it was Matthias and Narcissa conversing with me though I would catch Draco looking at me when neither of them were.
With each glance we stole at each other I became more confused, at one point he had brushed his hand against mine on the table but no one noticed. Just exactly who was Draco Malfoy if he wasn’t the boy I used to know, because I was sure now more than ever that the Draco I met in the library was the real him and the one I met in the previous years was a mask. I just didn’t know why he was letting me in. It did not take long for the bite on my shoulder to become sore though, each movement I made with that arm sent a soft pain through it and reminded me of him, of our moment. Almost an hour had passed since the ache began and I wanted to rub the spot, but dared not draw attention to it but that was when Matthias was informed by Wilkens that is was time for his lessons. Narcissa ended up having to escort him to wherever he was supposed to be studying because he did not want to leave me alone and had more questions apparently. I was smiling as I watched him talk her ear off while walking away with her after her polite goodbye, but movement caught my eye as Draco stood up. I started to do the same thing but his hands on my shoulders stopped me, I winced a little from the the pressure on the bite but did not move.
“Say it.” His soft command made me shiver, I knew he wanted me to say his name but I feared the damn would break if I did so I hesitated, turning my head to glance up at him standing behind me with his fingers starting to gently massage my shoulders.
“Draco.” That flash of heat filled his eyes once again, and everything in my lower body tightened. It was a new sensation for sure and it made my breath hitch in my throat.
“Good girl.” I was in trouble, his simple words gave me a feeling I could not put a word to but I was already addicted to it blindly. “Why?” his voice was soft and inquiring.
“Why what?” There were so many whys right now that I had no idea which one he was talking about. Why did I let him touch me? Why did I come over? Why didn’t I run away?
“Why are you untouched?” he had lowered his voice with the question but I heard him clearly. Oh, that why.
“Because…” I paused, I didn’t know what to say. The truth or the lie I told Ron. His eyes held a power over me though and I answered him truthfully, “It never felt right so I stopped him.” I was biting my lip now, not knowing why I was spilling my damn secrets to him and why I felt compelled to do it willingly.
“But you did not stop me.” He stated it as a soft question that could be left unanswered.
“No, I didn’t” I looked down then, wishing I had lied because his stare was heavy.
“Why?” again with the ‘why’ that could have so many answers.
“I don’t know Draco.” My breath got caught in my throat as his hands tightened in response to his name.
“My apologies Hermione.” His mother’s voice was approaching the open doors but Draco did not move. When Narcissa walked into the room she looked at her son standing behind my chair, his fingers gently moving along my shoulders in his soft massage. For once I saw her composure falter, at least I wasn’t the only one seeing a different side of Draco. “I did not mean to interrupt.” She looked at me and then her son once more, I was blushing again and cursed my cheeks.
“I was just saying how exhausting Matthias can be when he is on a roll.” Draco gently spoke to his mother, I had never heard him be so soft spoken before and out of reflex I glanced to the hand on my shoulder over the bruising bite mark.
“That he can be.” I watched her shoulders slump slightly before years of posture control kicked back in and she stood up straight. “That was what I was coming to speak with you about, I must cut tea time short today unfortunately. I received an owl stating that company would be arriving early for the charity ball I am throwing and my attention is needed. I believe Draco would not mind showing you out when you are ready to leave.” She smiled at me before grasping my hands gently with a squeeze. “Please do come back any time. I enjoy your company Hermione.” And then she was gone and I was alone with Draco.
“Charity ball?” I inquired as he helped me to stand from the table, ever the gentlemen I was coming to find out- when he was not trying to dismantle me.
“Yes. Since the rebirth of the wizarding world after the Dark Lord fell mother has put it upon herself to set up this event at the beginning of each year.” I was intrigued and stopped walking to turn around and stare at him. He continued with a smirk, “All the money raised goes towards the funding of muggle born magical studies over the summer to help integrate them into the magical world instead of dropping their families into this life like you and Potter experienced.”
My mouth must have opened in shock, that was something that I had wished had been in existence when I first received my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. “That is amazing!” My excitement must have been infectious because his smile slipped into place.
“You should see the event itself. You think the Yule Ball for the tournament was a big thing, come with me tomorrow and see what a real one is like.” I was caught off guard again.
“You aren’t serious.” I laughed out softly, but his face didn’t change and I realized he was. “You are serious. Me?”
“Yes. Come with me to the ball tomorrow. You could even help a few of the hesitant understand why it would be beneficial. If anyone can convince someone to give to a cause it is you and my mother, and together you are quite the unstoppable force.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “So will you?”
“Will I what?” I was so lost right now that I had to hear it again.
“Be my date to the fundraiser tomorrow evening.” He stepped into my space again as his fingers trailed down my arm.
“What time?” I couldn’t breathe as he smirked.
“Well, seeing as we will need to go shopping and possibly brush up on your dancing skills I would say we should leave now. After all,” His eyes looked me up and down, “who knows how many things I will have you try on Hermione.”
“What? No. You can’t buy me something!” I had not thought about having something to wear when I accepted his invitation because I was flustered by him.
“And why can’t I?” his eyes held defiance, but hidden in that defiance was that edge of something predatory. “I have never taken anyone to one of my mother's many events so I would like to make sure you do not feel out of place when everyone stares at you, I would not want you distracted from me by you worrying about whether or not you are beautiful.”
“But Draco, I-” his finger pressed against my lips as it had earlier and silenced me.
“Be a good girl Hermione, I take care of what is mine.” My eyes widened at his choice of words but I did not protest because if I did I would be lying to myself. With what had happened a little more than hour ago, I couldn’t deny that in that moment I liked being devoured by him and now I was insanely curious what it would be like to be kept by him. I screamed at myself in my head and instead of blaming my lack of male attention -because I now had plenty!- I blamed the romance novels from muggle libraries for this whole situation.
I nodded my head, unable to speak. Never in a million years would I have thought that Draco could make me speechless with our past, but we weren’t children now and the influence of a certain jealous red head was gone from my life. I felt the pull of apparation start and held tight to Draco, not knowing where he was taking me but decided for once to throw caution to the wind and “live a little” as Harry told me to do before he left.
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