Author's Note:
Post Hogwarts. Begins at platform 9 ¾ as the gang drop off their children for school at Hogwarts. None of the characters are mine. (Except for the ones I made up). All belong to the great Rowling. To start off I am really trying my best to incorporate what the "real" Hermione and Draco would do in a situation of DM/HG according to how I interpreted their personalities and given circumstances a la JK Rowling (if that makes sense) and I'm also (obviously) adding my own spice to it as well. Bear with me as this my first time writing a fic. I've been reading them for years but finally summed up the courage to post one of my own.
"And off they go" Ron says amicably as he and Hermione continued to wave at their children on board the train.
Knowingly he sensed Hermione's worrisome aura and caressed her hand reassuringly. She turned to him and smiled as she rested her head upon his chest as he pulled her closer to him. Memories flooding her mind as she reminisced of her first time going to Hogwarts many years ago.
"Mione, sweetheart they will be fine. Promise." He said squeezing her hand gently and giving her a quick peck on the forehead.
"Oh I know but I just have to worry. You know me" she replied softly.
They walked hand in hand towards Harry and Ginny.
"So finally a bit of peace for the lot of us." Ginny says with a sigh of relief.
"Not for all of us." Harry muttered. If only looks could kill, Ginny swatted Harry playfully on the arm.
"Any who. You guys up for brunch or something? It's been a long while since we all had a chance to catch up" Harry said switching the topic quickly before he got an earful from his wife.
"Yes that sounds like a good idea. How about that mugg- I mean that nice restaurant we ate at with the kids honey?" Ron said to Hermione.
He knew she hated when he used that word in reference to all that she had shown him about the "muggle" world. She wanted to assure her children weren't brainwashed into believing that muggle born witches and wizards were any different than the rest of the wizarding world. In fact it was her line of work. Hermione Granger-Weasley was the Head Chairwoman of the E.R.A department -Egalitarian Rights for All at the Ministry of Magic. She managed to become an important political public figure for providing equal opportunity for all things magical. After the war, Kingsley Shackbolt appointed her the position. She accepted graciously and has never disappointed since.
"That would be great guys but I have to head home and pack for a meeting in the morning." She answered looking down at her watch to check the time.
"Oh bugger Mione, You'll have time for that and I'll help you" Ron said to her.
"Yea please. It's been ages since we last had a woman to woman. Quite frankly I'm tired of talking to this one" Ginny says looking at Harry. "He's the worst "girlfriend" replacement ever. Always dozes off on the sofa mid conversation. Can't ever keep an eye open even for two minutes and boy do I wonder what do I feed him sometimes because those far-".
"Oookay Gin they got it." Harry interjected obviously embarrassed.
The sight of Harry's reaction to Ginny's statement made her giggle. Hermione missed this. Seeing her friends and spending quality with them.
"Alright. Everyone hold hands, I'll take you all to this great place in London."
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello" Hermione answered groggily with her eyes semi shut.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley it's Ethel. I've sent you your itinerary for today. You should be receiving it shortly."
A tawny owl pecked at her window. She removed herself from Ron's embrace and slowly got up to open to window to receive her package.
"Okay great Ethel. Thank you for staying on top of things. I honestly never know what I would do without you." She said.
"It's always a pleasure Mrs. Weasley. Have yourself a great meeting and call me if you need anything" Ethel replied.
"You know I will. I always do." Hermione said pleasantly. She hung up the phone and checked her schedule. Looked at the time, six thirty in the morning. Oh how she so badly wanted to go back to the warmth of her bed. Hermione stayed up late preparing her speech of her latest proposal to the Board. She stared at Ron jealously as he lay in bed snoring loudly with his mouth half opened.
"I still don't get how I got used to that." She muttered quietly.
Hermione stripped naked and entered the shower. She relaxed visibly as the temperature magically changed to her desired setting. Eyes closed rinsing shampoo from her hair, She noticed a cool draft on her back and felt a pair of large calloused hands at her waist.
Kissing her cheek from the behind. Ron pressed himself against her.
"Ooh" Hermione squealed softly as she felt his arousal on her backside.
"Think you have time for a little fun?" Ron said huskily caressing her stomach inching slowly to her perk small bosoms.
Hermione whimpered softly as his right hand lowered down to her core and his left remained in place caressing her taut nipple.
"I'm going to guess that is a yes." He laughed. "Best part is I can have you screaming merlin's beard since the kids aren't around."
She quickly turned and kissed him hard. He lifted her up and hoisted her onto him entering her sex making her moan in ecstasy with each stroke becoming quicker and faster. She panted louder and he thrusted deeper.
"Ooh Ron, Oh baby" she moaned loudly gripping onto his back while maintaining their rhythm.
"Annh RON!" she moaned as she felt her body heating up. He grunted in response and kept his pace.
Feeling a flush of the heat flow to her core. She felt her body explode and pulsate as she climaxed and he right after her, stroking himself into her as he came.
He kissed her lovingly and looked into her eyes. "I told you."
Hermione kissed her husband goodbye and used the floo network to port herself to her destination. Bag in hand she arrived at the concierge of The Ritz Carlton Hotel in Montreal. This wasn't her first time in North America but sure was a first in Canada.
"Hello Mrs. Weasely. I'll have your baggage taken care of and here are your keys. One to hold and an extra to spare." Said the front desk personnel.
She knew Ethel requested it. Once again she thought, "What would I do without my Ethel."
Hermione set her wand on the nightstand. Grabbed her phone and messaged Ron to let him know she arrived safely. She decided to order in some breakfast since she didn't get the chance to eat early that morning. She smiled to herself. It had been a little over a long while since her and Ron last had any time together. Between the kids and work, they never seemed to find the spare time. Ron also worked at the Ministry as an Auror alongside Harry and surprisingly Neville. She read his reply and set her phone down.
She flicked her wand and her boardroom outfit simultaneously popped out of her suitcase and crisply ironed themselves neatly. She dressed herself. Picked up her files and headed for the conference room.
"Excuse me madam but I am looking for- Granger?" said an all too familiar voice.
Not a soul but one called out her name with such arrogance. Hermione then thought, Why is he here? Who invited this prick to the meeting anyway?
She hesitantly turned around trying to remain pleasant she answered. " Yes Mr. Malfoy. What is it that you need?" she replied coolly.
"Well for starters why are you dressed like you work here?" he stated in a matter fact tone.
She gripped her wand tightly. After all these years he still managed to be git.
"Well for starters I can tell that being born rich doesn't mean you can always buy class." she answered firmly.
"Pardon me but then again I am the reason you and that weasel can put food on your table. You ought to be happy my rich classless ass can provide the funds needed for your department to survive." He smugly replied.
"What are you talking about?" She asked hotly.
"Have you no idea of the considerably generous donations given to you by Malfoy Corp?" He said. "It's been a deal brokered by the ministry to mend severed business relations caused by all the mayhem long ago."
She stared at him in disbelief but then silently remembering a brief conversation about budgeting and sponsorship with Shackbolt and brief mention of Malfoy Corp. rebuilding Diagon Alley entirely after the war.
"So you've been donating funds to my department?" she asked again in disbelief.
"Yes and I am impressed with your work actually. I must say money well spent." He said proudly.
Draco Malfoy, son of a death eater became a supporter, no a generous donator to the E.R.A and he was proud of her work? What was this man on; because there is no way he did all of that for charity sake and business relationships. She silently made a pact with herself to get to the bottom of this. She decided to make herself look believing of him.
"Alright Malfoy, I mean Draco. I thank you for all you've done and I will gladly escort you to the conference room." She said to him. He smiled falling for it.
They began to walk silently and suddenly as Draco motioned for the door Hermione shoved him into the wall and held her wand at his throat.
"What the hell Granger?" Malfoy spat angrily while maintaining his composure realizing he had a probing wand at his neck.
"Listen here blonde boy! I've worked too hard for this to all go down because of you. You will NOT ruin this for me. I don't give a nargle's ass about the money you've given." Said Hermione threateningly as she pressed her wand further into his throat. Nargles really, she thought.
"And you shall never speak ill of my husband and I ever again." She demanded.
"Alright alright, I won't say anything about you and Weasely geez" he huffed as she backed away from him tucking her wand and fixing her blouse.
"Good now shall we?" she asked politely opening the door.
Malfoy stared at her, adjusted his suit and walked into the conference room to have a seat. Hermione walked up to the podium went on to do what she did best.
Draco couldn't believe that woman. How could she so carelessly threaten him that way? He stared at her intensely as she spoke passionately about advancing the rights of elves in the magical world. Draco briefly remembered when she had sucker punched in back in the day. Boy was she a firecracker that Granger. Oddly enough it made him respect her rather than despise her. He was taken out of his trance as he heard his name.
"And lastly, to one of our gracious benefactors, Mr. Draco Malfoy for allotting us the resources to further accelerate our progress to a better life for all. Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your time. Do have a blessed evening." Hermione beamed with poise staring ever so genuinely at him.
What an actress that woman, he thought. Everyone clapped in congratulatory awe. She smiled seemingly pleased.
Finally he returned back to his suite afterwards. Draco undid his tie and placed it in on his armchair. He summoned a glass of scotch with his wand. Sat back and relished the amber liquor on his tongue. He felt his cell phone vibrate. It was his wife Astoria.
"Hello" He said tiredly whilst holding his glass.
"Oh darling. You sound exhausted. Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Yes all is well. What's the matter tori?" Draco drawled.
"Oh Draco. I saw that Parkinson hag today and she had to audacity to approach me in conversation." She scoffed. Astoria always got jealous of Pansy because her and Draco had a brief thing back in their 6th year at Hogwarts. Needless to say, they disliked each other.
Draco kept the line on speaker and listened to his wife drag on about a pointless story. He chimed in accordingly and offered her his opinion when needed.
"Honey I would love to continue this conversation but I must get back to my paperwork for another meeting I have with the Minister in two days" he lied.
"Oh very well then. I'll talk to you soon. I love you." She said. "Oh honey I need you to authorize a transfer of galleons. I have a luncheon with the ladies and-"
Draco rolled his eyes. He knew that phone call hadn't been just to talk.
"Alright I'll contact Gringotts in the morning." He replied.
"Okay great. Have a good night sweetheart" she piped.
Draco gulped his scotch and poured another glass. He may have been forced to perform unspeakable actions as a teen but now he grew up a changed man. The second wizarding war had great effect on him. His life in jeopardy between the order and the dark lord, his followers; it had an unbearable toll on him. He decided to take part in the reconstruction of the wizarding world by giving various donations to many destroyed businesses. He wanted to be a part of rebuilding the magical infrastructure; therefore he created a corporation on doing just that. He had since expanded even into muggle projects allowing him to travel worldwide and compensate immensely thus never needing a handout from his estranged father. He understood why many disbelieved in his change of heart but it did become unnerving at times.
"Who does Granger think she is threatening me that way?" he sneered taking another swig of his drink.
"I'll show her." He said smiling cunningly. "I may have bettered myself but I am a Malfoy after all."
