/ First, I want to thank everyone reading this. If it sounds familiar to you then you are quite right, I wrote this about a year ago and kind of forgot about it. I apologize for that, I know I had quite a few followers. I tried to pick it back up where I left off, but I think you might be able to hint where the style wavers a little. Of course I am always open to suggestions and welcome any messages. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! -K /
Chapter 1
Hermione sat quietly in her room. She hugged her knees tightly, trying to block out the raging voices from below. Nearly an adult and she felt so small. She didn't know what to do. She heard the distinct sound of her mother crying, her father yelling loudly, and then a door slamming. She did not move from her spot on her bed, she only stared hard at her belongings. Packed and ready to go. Crookshanks jumped onto her bed beside her, nudging his head against her, purring loudly. Her mind was made up. She was leaving that night. It wasn't long until the start of her seventh and final term at Hogwarts, she'd be fine for a week on her own.
She wasn't quite sure when the arguing had started. When she came home after the longest school year of her life-what with Voldemort finally defeated and nearly every Death Eater killed- she thought her summer would help her relax. Oh, how wrong she was. Even the day of her arrival home, her parents bickered on the way home from the train station. It was odd, unlike them entirely. She'd never seen them fight, nor raise a voice towards one another. Yet here they were, barely standing the sight of each other. It had been going on all summer, even before she was sure. She couldn't help but wonder how much they had hidden from her all these years.
She finally unfolded her stiff legs and looked down at her ever faithful cat. "Ready to go, I hope," she gathered him in her arms and kissed his head. She couldn't wait to be with her friends. She'd been lonely all summer. After the Final Battle, Harry has seemed so free. Light hearted, actually. He and Ron had spent the entire summer chasing Quidditch teams around the country. Ginny had distracted herself with her new friend Luna Lovegood, who both seemed to get surprisingly close after the Final Battle. Hermione herself, well she wanted to relax this summer she had told everyone. Take some time off from the magical world. Everyone thought she was sick. She couldn't explain it, she just wanted some quality time with her family. After everything that happened, she felt so lucky to have them. To be able to go home to them. Then she's welcomed with bickering and hatred. She'd kept to herself most of the summer. Flipping through magazines, watching television shows of deceit and love and heartbreak and drama, these were the mundane activities she filled her days with. She even learned a few things. Her untamed, unruly hair was shortened now, straightened a day or two a week. She'd learned how to not put on make up. She even tried to make friends with other Muggle girls her age at the mall, but that never seemed to work. She had nothing to talk about in that world. So she spent most of her time in solitary. Her seventeenth birthday had come and gone. Her parents barely remembering it. That was the one day they didn't argue, she thought, at least not in front of me.
Hermione sighed. She couldn't catch a break. It was darker now. The sun had set and the house was eerily quiet, which meant her father had left and her mother was sobbing in the master bedroom. Hermione quickly and quietly moved her suitcases and books downstairs to the front porch. She went back inside and grabbed her mother's car keys off the kitchen counter. She almost felt bad for stealing it. Almost.
She packed up her things in the trunk and put Crookshank's carrier in the front seat. She strapped in and looked up at her childhood home one last time.
"So much for happy memories," she muttered as she started the vehicle. She backed out and headed into the darkness towards the magical world she knew and loved.
Hermione squinted her eyes at the sunlight peering into her eye lids. Groaning she turned away from the window and silently cursed the sun for coming, in her opinion, too early. She sat up, slightly confused for a moment, until she realized where she was. The Witch's Inn, she remembered. She'd rented out the room late last night. She remembered dragging her things into the room, tired and worn out from the long night and passing out the moment her head reached the pillow. She threw back her covers to discover her clothes from the day before were still on. She stood and stretched, rubbing the sleep form her eyes. Suddenly the whole room shook. There were loud voices coming from downstairs. She smiled. Magic. She grabbed her wand and with a flick of her wrist and a few whispered spells her things were in order and put away. She smiled, content. This was home, this is where she belonged. At the thought of the word 'home', her heart tugged in her chest. She was so disappointed how things had worked out. Time to grow up, she thought, one more year and you're on your own. To face the world and become the professor you know you can be.
After changing her clothes and freshening up, she made her way downstairs, willingly following her empty stomachs growling demands and was welcomed with a smile from the inn keeper.
"Well good morning to ya, there Miss Granger. Thought we wouldn't see your lovely face this morning." he greeted her.
"Good morning to you," she replied happily, "I was getting ready and heard something loud coming from down here. Is everything alright?" she asked referring to the explosion causing her room to shudder. The inn keeper rolled his eyes and pointed toward the kitchen. "House elves," he grumbled. Hermione frowned. She still held her ground against the slavery of house elves.
"But breakfast is done if you're hungry. Just say the word and I'll have 'em whip you up something special," he said, smiling once more. Hermione grimaced and against her rumbling stomach she declined.
"No, that's quite alright. I'm going out to meet someone for breakfast anyhow." She silently cursed her stomach to be quiet and made her way towards the door. It was a sunny, clear day. What she was going to do with it, she wasn't sure but made her way down the streets of a familiar Diagon Alley.
Later that night, Hermione found herself walking into a pub. She had spent most of the day window shopping. She bought a few items of clothing and spent a long while in the book store, debating which of the two Potions books she would buy, which she bought both unable to make up her mind. Slowly however, her mind returned to her home and her parents and the loneliness she'd been trying to ignore had crept up on her. Feeling especially downhearted, she found a pub. It wasn't particularly full, but definitely had a crowd. It was dimly lit and after spotting an open seat at the bar, she sat and rested her chin in her palm.
"What'll be miss?" the bartender grumbled to her.
"Just a Butter Beer, please," she said while pulling out a few sickles. After she got her drink, she sat lost in thought, slowly sipping from the tall mug. I have to find something to distract her mind, she thought, I'm going to go insane from boredom. And books will only last me so long. Whilst she sat, debating internally, she heard a voice beside her.
"Well 'ello der beautiful," a drunk wizard slurred towards her. She looked at him in disgust and rolled her eyes, ignoring him. "What do ya say we git outta here?" he asked nudging her in the arm. She pulled away.
"Do you mind sir?" she said. She gathered her things and moved down the bar to another stool. Steaming from the rude comments and feeling the adrenaline pump through her, she failed to notice whom she had sat next to.
"If you ask, the bartender will have him removed," came a familiar voice to her right. Hermione jumped at the voice and turned. Sitting in the shadows at the end of the bar was the infamous Draco Malfoy. He sat hunched over, a half empty mug in front of him. His blond hair fell forward, his eyes closed as he massaged his temples. Hermione sat, her mouth open, but not able to say anything. She sat in shock. She didn't know quite what to say to him. The son of a fallen Death Eater, a would-be follower of Voldemort sat next to her, Hermione, who had helped in the defeat of his father and future master. Hermione swallowed and straightened her back, staring intently at her mug as if trying to make it move with her mind. Malfoy looked up at her.
"Would you like me to have it done?" he asked quietly. Hermione looked at him and shook her head. She bunched her eyebrows together. He sounded….sad. Nice even. Maybe she was mistaken, was this really the Slytherin ferret she'd put up with the last six years? She looked over at him again, studying him. To his right and barely out of her sight, Malfoy was fiddling with something. She squinted, trying to make it out in the darkness. The fire from behind them reflected and revealed something gold, something almost familiar. That's when Hermione gasped. The Head Boy badge? Had he stolen it? There was no possible way McGonagall had chosen him! Malfoy looked up at Hermione and smirked at her shocked expression.
"What Granger? Is there something I can help you with?" he smirked knowingly at her. She said nothing, but continued to stare at the Head Boy badge. Early that summer, she'd received her letter stating her placement as Head Girl, which in all honesty was no surprise to anyone. The big controversy was who the Head Boy would be. Many voted for Harry, but aside from his decline, the heads could not be from the same house. How was it possible the worst Slytherin managed to obtain the title of Head Boy. Malfoy watched Hermione's face, smiling at her bafflement. He signaled at the bartender for another drink. Hermione had finally shaken her head and face forward, still at a loss for words. Malfoy shoved the new glass towards her.
"Looks like you need one," was all he said. At first, she let it sit there. Then, she took it in her hands and contemplated whether to drink it or not. She'd had a rough summer, she was alone, she was frustrated. Well, why the hell not, she thought. She brought the mug to her lips and took a big gulp, choking as the burning liquid went down her throat.
"W-what did you give me?" she asked looking at Malfoy. He sat chuckling and shook his head.
"I think it best you don't know Granger. Just finish it," he watched her as she drank the rest. She shuddered from it and felt instantly the warming effect of the alcohol. "Feel better?" he asked while finishing his own. He set his mug down and turned to face her.
"So, tell me what Miss Goody-Two Shoes is doing at a pub, by her lonesome, in the middle of the night?" Hermione looked up at him.
"Why do you care?" she sneered back at him. Although he was short of whipping an insult at her, this was still the Malfoy she'd hated and been tormented by for the last six years. He shrugged.
"Well, it just seems strange. Where's the rest of your trio? I thought you all were joined by the hip," he snorted as he ordered two more drinks. He slid one to her and she looked down at it, almost disgusted.
"It won't taste as horrible this go around," he assured her. She reluctantly took a drink figuring what the hell, why not.
"The other two of the 'trio' as you put it are off chasing teams this summer. I wanted to spend time with my family after…well, you know," she looked up hesitantly. Malfoy's eyes were filled with a knowing look, almost sadness. They sat in silent for awhile. Hermione slowly sipped on the drink, which had soon lost its awful taste, as Malfoy said it would. Then Hermione looked at this situation. Here she was, sitting at a bar and conversing with her worst enemy in and out of Hogwarts. What has she come to?
"You know, I think I'm going to go. I don't particularly want to spend the last of my summer in your awful presence, so if you'd excuse me," she made to get up, feeling the fogginess of the alcohol take effect.
"No need to be rude, Granger," he muttered. She turned on her heel and shoved a finger in his face.
"Rude?! Me?! What exactly have you been doing for the past six years of your life? Oh yes, that's right. Only planning to end the wizarding world under the hand of Voldemort! And now what, since you lost your own battle you have grown a heart under than iced skin of yours and then you have the audacity to call me rude?" Malfoy stared at her in shock, noticing the looks from the other customers as her voice steadily increased in volume.
"Granger, I think it best you try and keep it down," he started. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. How could he, Draco Malfoy, tell her she was out of line? After everything he put her through. Her, her friends, the entire wizarding population! She was seething. She took a step closer and poked him in the chest.
"You've got a lot of nerve trying to tell me what I should do," she said with gritted teeth, "I've put up with your shit for years and I'll be damned if I do it any longer. You can take your pure blood loving self and -" Malfoy interrupted her monologue by swiftly picking her up and over his shoulders.
"What the-!?" she said in shock. "Put me down! Damn you Malfoy, put me down!" Malfoy walked out of the pub and around to the side of the building and set her down. She leaned up against the brick and slid to the ground, tears rolling down her face. Malfoy slightly chuckled.
"If I had known you'd been such a drama queen, I wouldn't have offered the drinks," he looked down at her, noticing the tears, "Ah, come on Granger, stop the water works." She glared up at him and stood to her feet.
"You know, I have been through a lot this summer. The last person I need in my business is you! You should have stayed a ferret, it suited you better." She wiped her eyes and pulled her jacket in closer. Malfoy shoved his hands in his pocket and took a step closer her.
"I've been through a lot, too Granger. I don't need to hear your pity party. I've lost everything."
She laughed. "Yes, you lost your place as an accomplice to help destroy our world. What a shame," her words dripped with sarcasm. He took out his hands and slammed them against the building on either side of her head.
"I don't expect you to understand. A Mudblood capable of understanding the responsibilities of a pureblood family, ha, that'll be the day," he sneered at her.
"You're just mad because now you have no power. You're nothing Malfoy," she whispered angrily into his face. They stood glaring at each other. Hermione slowly became aware of how close they were. Malfoy was glaring with pure hatred and had her between him and a brick wall. She swallowed and forced herself to not drop her stare. She felt the drinks from earlier kicking in and fought the urge to sit down. She looked into his eyes and noticed something unfamiliar. There seemed to be sadness in the steel blue eyes of her enemy.
Then, he did something that surprised them both. Suddenly, and with slight force, he pressed himself against her, putting is lips onto hers. Hermione closed her eyes, her brain becoming fogged from pleasure and alcohol. As quickly as it happened, he pulled away. Hermione felt her heart beating wildly and her lips tingling. Malfoy looked equally in shock, staring down at her. She felt slightly numb, but could feel pleasure soaring through her body. Her body wanted more and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back onto her. She smelt his cologne, his muskiness. She felt throbbing in between her legs. Her mind was fighting her, reminding her who this was, but all she cared about was every chill running down her spine. Malfoy pressed his body up against hers, slightly slamming her into the brick. She let out a moan as her back hit the cold building. Malfoy reached down and lifted her legs around his waist, holding her up from under her thighs. She could hear him breathing heavily as he moved his kisses to her ear lobe and down her neck. She let out soft moans as he found his way down her collar bone and to her cleavage. Hermione latched onto his back, closing her eyes.
"Ooh…" she moaned with pleasure. Suddenly there was a loud crack. Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. They were in a house. Her legs were still wrapped around Malfoy as his mouth found hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She noticed how large the house was and it slowly dawned on her they were in the Malfoy Manor. Malfoy carried her through a door and she found herself being laid on a bed. She tried to clear her head as he took off his shirt. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy her mind was shouting at her. She blinked a couple times and felt the numbness of the alcohol still effecting her. Before she could think anymore into it, she felt her shirt being lifted of. Her bra was moved aside and she gasped loudly as Malfoy's mouth found her soft nipple. She moaned as he flicked his tongue over it, sucking gently while massaging the other. She grasped his hair to urge him on. He pressed his hips up against her, she could feel the bulge in his pants. He went back to her mouth, while unbuttoning her jeans.
"Granger," he moaned softly. Hermione smiled and helped him pull off her jeans. She reached down to his pants, but before she could make much progress he grabbed her hands.
"Not yet, I want to make you ready for me," he whispered in her ear. He started kissing her neck and went down to her collar bone. Hermione leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the pure ecstasy. His kisses went down her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, biting her lip, barely able to stand the anticipation. She felt so vulnerable, so needy. She wanted him in her so badly. She was throbbing and tingling in desperation in between her thighs. Malfoy grabbed her arms and held them down on the bed, She tried to pull free, but stiffened as his mouth found the inside of her thigh. She could feel how wet she was through the black lace panties she had on. Malfoy moved the bottom of them to the side and Hermione cried out as she felt his tongue flick across her clit. He did it slowly, teasing her. He slowly pressed his tongue inside her lips. Hermione arched her back and moaned loudly, begging him to go on. He took in her clit and sucked slowly, moving his tongue over and over it. Hermione started to move her hips against him. Malfoy chuckled.
"Patience is a virtue, Granger," he said, releasing her hands. She immediately pushed his head back in between her thighs. "You want me," he said knowingly. He took his finger and rubbed her clit.
"Please," she begged. She couldn't take it anymore. It felt too good. Her mind was lost in a world of pleasure and fog and all she cared about was how good it felt to have him tongue fucking her. Suddenly, Malfoy shoved his finger deep inside her making her moan loudly. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked harder, moving his tongue faster. Hermione opened her legs farther, moaning so loud, it echoed off the walls.
"Yes, yes, yes," she was saying, urging him to keep going. He pumped his finger in and out of her, looking up as she began to stiffen and tighten around his finger. Almost there, he thought. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit and felt her buckle under him.
"Holy Merlin!" she shouted, her back arched and she felt every limb in her body tingle as streams of ecstasy flowed in her. She came hard and Malfoy lapped up her juices, continuing his finger fucking. Hermione moaned louder and louder, almost shouting as she continued to cum. She could feel her juices pouring out of her. Slowly she came down from her orgasm and Malfoy came up and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. She unfastened his pants and yanked them down. She reached and took his member in her hand, marveling at its size. Malfoy closed his eyes and moaned at she ran her hand up and down it.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear. He didn't need any more persuading. He forced her legs open wider, found her entrance and pushed inside. Hermione latched onto his back as his entered her. Malfoy thrusted deep into her, Hermione matching his every stride. Hermione moaned with every thrust.
"Say my name Granger," Malfoy told her. Hermione slightly smiled and obliged. He thrusted hard as she let out "Malfoy!"
"I said say my name," he said again. Hermione, lost in pleasure, was at a loss. Then he started pounding into her, he held both of her hands down on the bed and slammed hard into her. He moaned loudly.
"I'm gonna cum," he whispered to her. Hermione felt her own climax build and the harder he thrust, the faster it built.
"Oh…Merlin…yesssss," she said as she started to tighten around his cock. Malfoy grabbed her hips and pulled her into him with every thrust. He was tilting his head back, Hermione knew he was close.
Just as she went over the edge she shouted out.
"Draco!" Her back arched and she exploded all over his cock. As she buckled from her own orgasm, Malfoy slammed into her once more and moaned loudly as he came deep inside her. He thrust a few more times, breathing heavily. He collapsed onto her. Hermione closed her eyes, suddenly extremely tired. The last thing she remembered was a soft kiss….
Hermione squinted her eyes and groaned as she awoke from a deep sleep. She brought her hands to her head, trying to massage out the pounding headache that developed, she was sure, from the alcohol. Suddenly, her night flashed back to her. She gasped and sat straight up looking around her. She was in an enormous room, wearing nothing but her bra. A slight movement to her right made her jump. She looked down and saw a pale chiseled back lying next to her, the satin sheets covering his lower half. Oh no, she thought. No no no no no no! She jumped out the bed and blindly began her search for her clothes. Her breathing had become short breaths, she was near a panic attack. She just slept with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, the ex follower of Voldemort whose father had tried to bring down their world and she slept with him. She felt dizzy and nauseous. She threw on her garments and rushed from the bed room. What am I going to do, she thought. She spotted a fireplace in the next room. She ran to it and silently thanked Merlin floo powder was on the mantle. She grabbed a handful and yelled the first place that came to her mind.
"The Burrow!"