I do not own Harry Potter characters or settings, the entire franchise belongs to the one and only J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this writing.
There is VERY adult content in this story. MA +18, some scenarios may be controversial even to adults. This is your warning! The story is DaddyDom/littlegirl based off my personal relationship. Characters in this story are over the age of 18.
Also, special thanks to my beta black wolfgirl2722 for her incredible help.
The Fulfillment of a Dream
Hermione could not help but stare at the distinctly faded parchment with the Hogwarts emblem sealed neatly in wax. She knew exactly what the letter contained. It was the request of the new Headmistress McGonagall that Hermione return and finish her final year of schooling, along with the opportunity to be Head Girl. As if Hermione hadn't already predicted this. She spent six years slaving over perfect grades and attendance. What better to do than reestablish herself back in the comfort of Hogwarts? Shifting forward to open the letter, she hesitated. Would she still feel comforted by Hogwarts enchantments, bewitched ceilings, and mysteries? What did her education matter now after everything she had witnessed?
Voldemort was dead, thanks to Harry, and the world was a safer place. Many friends and loved ones were lost during the battle and the Wizarding World was managing to rebuild itself. Everyone was in a complicated state of triumph and mourning. Hermione was luckily able to relocate her parents from Australia and bring them home. At first they were horrified when she explained why she removed their memory and about the deadly war, but they quickly understood the danger Hermione wished to protect them from and forgave her. They all tried very hard to move past the controversial time as their lives swiftly fell back into old habits and routines. Racing downstairs Hermione found her mother making tea in the kitchen for her father seated at his favorite place in front of the television.
"Mum, look what I got from Hogwarts! I've made Head Girl!" Hermione's mother gazed at her incredulously.
"They want you to return to school?" her father asked from the living room, overhearing the conversation.
"Yes," Hermione said thoughtfully. She should've anticipated her parent's reaction. Of course they wouldn't want her to go back regardless of the danger, even if it was lacking.
"You look indecisive," her mother stated while eyeing the shiny Head Girl Badge. Hermione couldn't decipher their expressions. Were they happy for her or worried? Am I happy for myself or worried? Shaking her head she told them she honestly didn't know if she wanted to go back. She recounted to herself the horrible nightmares that still plagued her dreams and shuddered.
"Well now, what's there to lose?" her mother said.
Hermione had just arrived at Diagon Alley to meet Harry, Ron, and Ginny to buy supplies for school. They all agreed returning to finish their last year was important despite the ridiculous amount of war money they received and proposals for Auror training by the Ministry. After Ron and Hermione's kiss during the war, Ron considered himself entirely Hermione's boyfriend without any actual invitation. Her heart wasn't completely in it. She knew something was missing but went along with his antics anyway, afraid to cause any problems between them. Harry was staying with the Weasley's after the war and happily resumed his relationship with Ginny. Catching sight of Harry and the two redheads she rushed to embrace them individually and apologize profusely for not seeing any of them sooner. Secretly she didn't mind. She wanted to distance herself from the Wizarding World a bit after the war in hopes to repair some of her own personal damage.
Ron wrapped his arm nonchalantly over Hermione's shoulders.
"Where should we go first?" he asked. Hermione squirmed slightly and glanced around. She still felt slightly uncomfortable with a publicly affectionate Ron even though he was one of her best friends.
"Let's make sure we get everything we need before running rampant." Ginny started, seeing Harry eyeing up Quality Quidditch Supplies. Perking up, Hermione suggested they start at Flourish and Blotts and the others collectively groaned aloud.
"How about Potage's Cauldron shop?" Harry said hoping to appease everyone. The group nodded in agreement and began their journey through the clamorous streets.
Just as they were outside the cauldron shop a rush of reporters from The Daily Prophet bombarded them with questions and demands, surrounding them completely. They had all learned early after their victory that the only way to be left in peace was to release statements. Ron was always clearly overjoyed at the attention and answered almost every question he could while the others tried desperately to get away. The keeper of the shop rushed outside to their aid and shooed the reporters away with threats of stunning spells and complaints to their boss. Grateful, the group entered the store and began their business of shopping. Hermione had everything she already needed; being the proactive planner she prided herself to be. Slipping between customers to lose Ron, she found Harry with Ginny and told them she'd meet them at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes after running to Flourish and Blotts.
"You want me to come with?" Ginny asked. Hermione declined, catching sight of Harry and Ginny's clasped hands. Ginny was her best friend in the entire world and while she was happy for her and Harry's budding romance, she couldn't help feeling a bit sullen at the notion of love. She just wanted to comfort herself with magical books that she so severely missed.
Retreating from the store Hermione hurried through the alley with her eyes downcast the entire way to Flourish and Blotts, fearing she'd run into reporters again. All the attention the 'Golden Trio' was getting after the war made her terribly anxious. Then again, everything made her anxious these days. Watching her back to make sure she wasn't being followed, Hermione entered the store and plowed right into a rock hard barrier.
"Dear Merlin!" she exclaimed as she stumbled backwards ready to brace herself for the impact when a strong arm darted out and caught her by the shoulder. She was brought upright, but didn't dare look at her rescuer's eyes as she blushed crimson and apologized repeatedly at her clumsiness while straightening her clothes. A cold, deep voice spoke a tone of familiarity to Hermione.
"Watch where you're going next time, Granger." Hermione glanced up and froze. She was looking directly into the piercing silver eyes and white blond head of her most hated childhood enemy.
Draco almost had the wind knocked out of him when the Gryffindor Princess so politely ran dead into him. For the briefest moment he caught wind of her scent. What was that? Honey? Vanilla? But before he could ponder any further about it, she was falling backwards. With his agile seeker reflexes he caught her by the arm and straightened her. She hadn't even looked up once. Glancing around, he ignored her apologies, telling her to watch where she was going and noticed an array of emotions flash in her eyes once she acknowledged him. Thankfulness, recognition, shock, curiosity, and then coldness.
"Malfoy," she said, as he watched her muster up her courage. Draco scoffed and moved aside to allow her passage but Hermione stood her ground. They stared at each other a long moment before he snapped at her.
"Like what you see, mudblood?" Draco smirked as he caught her off guard. He felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach for being so rude, he knew she didn't deserve his name calling, but nasty remarks came out like word vomit whenever she challenged him.
"Not particularly, you git" she said, recovering, before turning and walking further into the book store.
When did Malfoy got so tall? Hermione thought to herself. She didn't realize he was following behind her.
"Don't you think you ought to respect your superiors, Granger?" he said. She quickly turned around on him, frustrated.
"As soon as I see any, I'd be happy to, Malfoy." She was almost surprised he was still holding his blood status over her head and mocking her.
"Just wait until we're back at Hogwarts." he said vaguely, his eyes boring into hers.
"And what is that supposed to mean, ferret?" she retorted while returning his stare. He didn't answer; instead he flashed a mischievous and devilishly handsome smile and moved the direction of the exit where they had just collided. Hermione noted something different about him. I did not just think he was handsome. Did he just smile, too? What does he mean about being back at school? With her mind cranking out thoughts wildly, she paid for the books she was admiring and left to meet her friends at the Weasley's Joke shop. Ron noticed her distraction after her arrival.
"Where did you get off to, 'Mione?" Without wanting to explain her literal run in with Malfoy, she responded generically. Hermione halfheartedly listened to the conversations flowing around her, preferring to ponder and analyze her meeting with Malfoy.
Draco walked down the street to Borgin and Burkes where he was to meet with Blaise, Pansy, and Goyle. He was cross for not keeping his mouth shut after their initial encounter and stupidly followed after the bloody know-it-all Granger to continue harassing her. Did she actually not realize what the next year holds for us? He couldn't help himself thinking about how much she filled out in the last year. Her hair was in controlled curls rather than her typical frizzy mess and her face was thinned to reveal high cheek bones and intense eyes. She had quite a body too, only noticing now seeing as she wasn't in bulky school robes. Why am I thinking about that damned mudblood? He shook the thoughts from his head. Pansy noticed him and came running up, jumping and squealing. Draco was tired of her artificial enthusiasm. They had been what she referred to as "together" for two years now and he wasn't interested anymore. Everyone knew she only wanted his prestige and wealth. Shrugging her off, he greeted Blaise and Goyle. Both guys' parents stayed deliberately neutral during the war to avoid any implications and if it wasn't for lowering his wand before Snape killed Dumbledore, Draco himself would be in Azkaban right now. Harry Potter had testified on his behalf. Narcissa Malfoy single-handedly deceived the Dark Lord into believing Harry's death as to enter the school and save Draco, which granted her immunity. Unfortunately Draco's no good father was imprisoned for life in Azkaban, leaving the entire Malfoy enterprise and fortune to Draco.
Draco was groomed from an early age how to lead and supervise the family business. He knew the ins and outs of their industry. He knew everything about merchandise, buying and selling, commercialism and contracts, production and distribution, and trading. He was the ultimate professional, never letting emotions fuel his decisions and he knew how to carry on the trade with ideas and improvements of his own. His career tutors pounded every piece of useful information into his head that they could. Draco struggled at times. He wanted nothing more than to just enjoy his youth, play Quidditch outside and fool around with friends, but he knew his responsibilities and what was expected of him as heir. It wasn't long before he put away childish things and focused on learning. He ignored the pangs of sadness after years of knowing nothing but hostility. His mother was the only one who truly loved him and tried frantically to protect him. There were too many incidents where Draco saw his mother abused and beaten by his father in fits of rage. His father was never satisfied, especially knowing Draco was always second best to a muggle-born witch in his class. There were too many situations which Draco vowed never to carry with him into the future. He loved his mother dearly and saw to her every whim after Lucius was imprisoned, making sure she lived as luxuriously as possible in his absence. Their lives were infinitely better without his father or the Dark Lord callously destroying everything they held dear.
The four Slytherins backtracked to the Leaky Cauldron to grab some butterbeers and talked about expectations and plans for the upcoming year. Pansy kept trying to hold Draco's hand and he repeatedly waved her off, much to her displeasure.
"Why do you keep blowing me off, Drakie?" she asked theatrically.
"Because I don't want you all bloody over me." he responded. He wanted to avoid attracting attention. His family name wasn't exactly is the highest graces after the war, but Pansy looked genuinely upset.
"Is there someone else?" she said fairly loud. A group of kids at a nearby table turned and looked. Annoyed, Draco told her to quiet down and they could talk later.
"There is someone else! How could you Drakie?" she said becoming slightly hysterical.
"Pansy, I'm tired of your dramatics. Stop making a scene. I said we could talk about this later." There wasn't another girl in his life; he just wanted nothing more than to end things with her. This is not the time or place to throw a fit! I need to keep a low profile!
"Fine!" she practically shouted, "We're over! And don't expect me to take you back!"
Pansy stomped out of the bar tactlessly. Draco was relieved until he glanced around and saw the table of people staring at him was none other than the dung eating Boy-Who-Lived and his stupid posse. He sneered. They all turned back to their own conversation except for a pair of curious brown eyes. Draco glared at Hermione before she blushed and looked away. That blush makes her cheeks look adorable. Blinking at his realization, he almost gagged and turned back to his drink. Was she just checking me out? He couldn't help looking back to see if she was looking at him again.
Hermione watched Pansy's obnoxious walk out on Draco with baited breath. She couldn't help but notice how much bigger he was. His shoulders were broader and his jaw seemed more defined, probably from years of playing Quidditch. Had he always been this handsome? She gasped internally at her own thoughts again, the last thing she needed was to keep thinking of Malfoy as attractive. Ginny saw the direction of Hermione's gaze and began having wandering ideas about Hermione and Draco of her own. Ron – who just wanted to show off – laid his arm casually over the back of Hermione's chair and gazed around as if daring anyone to question it. Harry chuckled half amused.
"I'm so excited you made Head Girl, Hermione. You'll be planning any events for the year." Ginny voiced, directing Hermione's attention from dangerous thoughts.
"I'll have so many things to do; Merlin knows I'll need your help." Hermione smiled genuinely at her friend. Ginny had much more style and she could undoubtedly use the extra assistance.
"Oh, blimey! What do we need other than Quidditch matches? That Yule Ball was awful, right mate?" Ron said, directed towards Harry.
"Just because you had to wear old robes and refused to dance doesn't mean the rest of us didn't enjoy it." Harry teased Ron playfully. Harry didn't have much better of a time, but he chose to remember the night with a sense of humor.
"And everyone had a wonderful time," Hermione mused, if only to irritate Ron slightly about her dancing with Viktor Krum the whole night.
"There's more to life than Quidditch, Ron." Ginny scolded him; she loved Quidditch just as much as the next person but she was much more balanced than Ron.
"Do you have any idea who the Head Boy will be?" Harry inquired to Hermione, sensing the agitation in Ron's stance at being disagreed with.
"I haven't the slightest," Hermione told him. She didn't want to put much thought into the subject.
"I bet it'll be Nott, or Boot. Maybe Macmillan," Ron stated.
"Whoever it is, they just better able to deal with responsibility." She responded. It was getting late and people were leaving the restaurant.
"Should we get going, then?" Harry said to the group while taking Ginny by the hand to lead them out. Hermione jumped up before Ron could make any moves so he simply followed. There was only a week until they returned to Hogwarts and she wanted to get home to pack her trunk. She said goodbye to her friends outside and Apparated home.
Platform 9 ¾ was packed full of nervous parents and their ecstatic children. Kissing her own parents goodbye she climbed on the train in search of the Heads compartment. She still didn't know who the Head Boy would be. I will not tolerate handling all the Head's duties on my own. Pinning her badge to her robes as she walked up the hall, she reprimanded some second years about using magic on the train. Continuing on she reached the Heads compartment and opened the sliding door carefully. Hermione mentally slapped herself. Why didn't I realize Malfoy had the next best grades in their year after me? He was sitting with his legs stretched out reading a book and looking awfully comfortable acting like he didn't hear her enter. Now I know what he meant about waiting until they were at school. The Head Boy's authority prevails before the Head Girl's. Suddenly she was anxious. She dragged her trunk into the small space and tried lifting it above her head. She would have toppled over with the weight if two large hands hadn't lifted the trunk entirely from her and up into the over carriage.
"How lucky are we that the brightest witch of our age can't think to magically lift her own trunk?" he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at him but declined to answer. At that very moment the Hogwarts Express lurched forward, sending Draco flying towards Hermione. Putting his hands out to brace himself, he had her pinned between him and the wall. Suddenly her enticing scent filled his nose again and his mind wandered. Hermione couldn't move, his body was pressed against hers, and she was distinctly aware of every little movement. She looked up innocently into his eyes and saw him looking intently back. She could smell his musky earthy scent, like something natural and woodsy. Those lips.
"Get off me!" she said snapping out of her delusion, afraid of her betraying thoughts. Draco recoiled and Hermione saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes before he was sneering at her again.
"I was trying to help, you miserable old bat." he smirked.
"I am not a miserable old bat!" she bit off angrily.
"You had me fooled." Draco said, sitting back down and promptly looking away. He had a raging hard on thinking about her soft little body pinned beneath his own. The chaste look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The Gryffindor Princess was indeed a virgin and it made Draco's blood boil.
The train ride to Hogwarts was six hours long. Hermione thought to speak out to Draco about their Head duties, but decided against it for the moment. He was reading again and she was tired. It was the prefect's duties to monitor the halls on the train, leaving them both with little to do. Hermione shed her robes and bundled them into a pillow, she wanted to lie down. Draco eyes followed Hermione as she spread out across the cushions; he had read the same line twenty five times in a row now. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her breaths and wondered what her lips felt like against his or what they would feel like against his cock. He was disgusted with himself, but he couldn't stop imaging feeling Hermione gag on the feel of his dick at the back of her throat.
Hermione closed her eyes and thought about what she'd heard of Draco since the war. How his mother was the reason Harry was alive today, how he wasn't actually going to kill Dumbledore on top of the tower in sixth year, that he was the head of his family now that his father was in jail, his family name completely subject to ridicule and blame, and wondered how he handled it all. How are we going to manage Head duties all this year? Could we even coexist? Will he still be nasty or could we consider a truce? She could feel his eyes on her and warmed at the sensation. She'd never been with a guy, Ron hasn't tried to kiss her since she told him off, and she found herself daydreaming about sitting on Draco's lap and what he would taste like. Sitting up again, she tried talking to him.
"That's about it." Draco said rolling up the parchment of nightly patrolling rounds, schedules for tutoring, and ideas for activities during the school year. They were nearing the school now and he still needed to get changed into his robes. He was lifting his regular shirt to be replaced with his school shirt when the compartment door opened. Potty and the Weasel come to fetch their precious Hermione.He was slightly surprised that he even condescended to feel a hint of resentfulness at her leaving.
"Keep your shirt on in front of my girlfriend!" Ron nearly shouted, his face turning a dark puce.
"Calm yourself Weasel, she certainly wasn't complaining." Hermione opened her mouth to deny looking, even though she couldn't look away from his defined torso, but Ron grabbed her arm and yanked her out into the hall. Ripping her arm from his clutch, she reminded him that she was not his girlfriend since he never actually asked her out. At that moment the trained arrived in Hogsmeade and she stomped off to begin guiding first years to Hagrid. Harry merely laughed and Ron huffed out a breath before moving to the carriages that took them to the school. Draco emerged from the train in high spirits after catching Ron's jealousy. This is going to be a very interesting school year.