My Amortentia
A Dramione fan fiction by feistyferret
Rated M for scenes of Sexual Nature and Mature Language
Summary: Post-Hogwarts - Draco is an outcast in the Wizarding Society
and finds himself at a loss, when an old school mate shows up.
Only days up to Valentines Day he realises he wants her,
and is determined to make her his.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights of any of the characters who all belong to
J. K. Rowling, and I am not profiting from this whatsoever.
Chapter Four
With sunlight streaming through the window Hermione rolled onto her right side and pulled her sheet over her head. She really didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to leave dream land. Nobody telling her what to do, nobody telling her what was right and wrong, nobody to bother her, just her and… Hermione's eyes widened. The event of last night slowly re-entered her mind. The whiskey, the bar, the kiss; bloody hell, she had slept with Draco Malfoy! With a fierce movement she sat up in her bed. A suddenly throbbing headache sneaked upon her, and she rested her head in her hands. It was a total disaster. A total disaster that would only cause more disasters.
Her legs found their way out of her bed, and she got up as gracefully as she could without falling right back on her butt. This was gonna hurt like hell for the rest of the day. It had been a long time since she had drunk that much alcohol. Hermione made her to her closet and found a robe to put on before going out to her kitchen to get some water. After she'd gulped down three glasses of water, she headed for the bathroom where she took a long shower.
As Hermione washed her body down she was reminded of the night before. As her fingers ran down her neck to her shoulders, she thought about Malfoy leaving heated kisses on her skin. It had felt amazing, especially when he had found that hook in her neck where she was incredibly sensitive. As her hands continued down her breasts, she thought about Malfoy's large hands cupping her breast and massaging them. It had felt so amazing during their second 'round'. Hermione suddenly realised that she was becoming extremely turned on by her daydreaming, and she felt a small ache in her abdomen. It was probably for the best that she just finished up and got something to eat.
With her toothbrush in one hand and the other clung to the towel wrapped around her petite body, she went out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, where she almost tripped over her own feet out of shock.
"Morning…" Malfoy was raised upon his elbow in the bed, his eyes barely open. His silvery blonde hair was tousled and the sheet was only sprayed across the bottom of his body leaving his bare chest open for Hermione to stare at. How had she missed that he was still in the bed this morning? Sure they hadn't cuddled up after their encounter, at least not that she remembered. But she should have realised she wasn't alone when she woke up earlier.
"So…" he continued, but Hermione was just staring at him. She didn't really know what to say. Yes, she had purposely pursued him last night. Yes, she had desperately wanted to have sex with him. Yes, she was an adult. Yes, she had needs. Yes, she couldn't stop thinking about how it would be to do it all again just sober. Her eyes didn't leave his chest as he moved out of her bed, his surprisingly well sculpted chest, which she had felt last night but hadn't really appreciated as she was now. However, as he stood up her eyes dropped down and her toothbrush fell out of her mouth.
Hermione barely noticed the smirk on his face and the chuckle that escaped from his lips, but she was suddenly very keen on getting Malfoy dressed and out of her flat. As he was putting on briefs she found both his pants and shirt lying on the floor. She threw them at him and found his shoes which she gave to him. Finally they were both standing by her door, Hermione refusing to look at him even though she could feel his gaze locked to her face.
"Uhm… have a good day…" she mumbled, embarrassed of how immature she was acting. Malfoy flashed her a grin, leaned in and gave her kiss, and opened the door to walk out. "Hope you feel better soon Granger." And Hermione closed the door. This was beyond disastrous. And the worst part was that she couldn't tell anyone. She would have to deal with this herself, whatever it was. It was just a one time thing, right? An unnerving feeling crept through her body, as it dawned upon her how much she wanted it to be more than a one time thing.
The rest of the day had been unbearable. Hermione had just laid around on her couch reading papers for work trying to beat her hangover. When she had realised that there was no way she was going into the office that day, she had called in sick. She stayed clear of her bedroom all day until exhaustion finally won, and she had to go to sleep. However, as she lied down her mind wandered and it took her hours before she could even sleep. And as she did, she fell asleep to the thought of Malfoy kissing her.
It had been difficult waking up the following Monday morning. Hermione had still been tired from her escapade that weekend and all she wanted was to stay in bed and not go to work. But unfortunately that wasn't her decision, and at 8 am she stepped out of one of the fireplaces at the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry was already buzzing, witches, wizards, goblins and elves were hurrying around in the halls, and Hermione couldn't help but smile a little.
She truly loved working here. Being an Auror wasn't a piece of cake, and she had often gone on missions where her survival was an uncertainty. But ever since she had accompanied Harry when he set out to destroy Voldemort's horcruxes, she had never really been afraid for herself. She wanted to continue to try and save and protect the lives of those that mattered to her, or those that needed her help. And she was good at her job, one of the best Aurors the Ministry had seen in years. Contrary to many other wizards and witches from her generation, she had not been scared by the war - it had only made her stronger.
And arrogant as well it would seem. Hermione dropped down in her chair in front of her desk. The papers in front of her had Malfoy's name written all over it. A sigh escaped her lips and she took the top piece of paper off of her desk to scan it through. For a moment she had totally forgotten why she had decided to defend Malfoy's case. To prove a point maybe? To show that she was capable of basically anything? She wasn't entirely sure she was. The first hearing was today. Which meant that Harry would find out she was siding with his nemesis. It meant that Ron would find out. It meant that she would have to face Malfoy. It was all suddenly too much to handle.
And as if her self-pity wasn't enough, in came Harry with an expression on his face that told Hermione that her little secret wasn't so secret anymore.
He stopped in front of her desk and took a deep breath before opening his mouth. "Are you… freaking kidding me Hermione?" Harry managed to get out through gritted teeth. "Malfoy? Seriously? You of all people should want this the least, not go around trying to make it seem like it's the most brilliant idea ever!" He was pacing her office now. "I mean... It's Malfoy… I don't even understand…" His pacing grew quicker. "This has been going on for months now!" He finally turned to look at Hermione. "And you didn't tell me?" Ouch. She could hear the sadness in his voice. The thought of her keeping something from him actually hurt him more, than the fact that she was helping a Malfoy. That almost broke her heart.
Harry was her best friend, and she didn't know how she'd go by without him. Even through everything with Ron, he had remained her friend and made sure she was alright. When her father had taken ill some years back, Harry had, again, been there for her through the whole situation. He was always there when she needed him, and now he felt as if she had dismissed that close friendship by keeping a secret like this. She couldn't bare the thought if he one day found out just exactly how much interaction she had, had with Malfoy.
"I was afraid it would get out…" Hermione said with a deep sight. "And I couldn't risk it… not if he could have a chance." She walked around her desk and put her hands on Harry's. "But why?" He simply asked and looked into her eyes, "why are you helping him?" Hermione looked down, "I am not sure." Harry sighed and Hermione looked up. "I guess I felt pity… or not pity… I felt bad for him, because in the end he came through. You know that." Came through might have been a strong word. He and his parents retreated before they could do any more harm in the war, but there had been no help when Bellatrix had decided to torture Hermione at Malfoy Manor. However, Narcissa had shown her true colours and helped Harry in the end.
Harry put his hands on top of Hermione's. "I guess.. But I still don't understand it." He Looked into her brown eyes. "I just hope you know what you're doing… You never know." Hermione gave Harry a smile and reached up to peck his cheek. "Well, we're finding out today aren't we?" Harry snorted and put a hand over his forehead. "It's gonna be a nightmare, I am telling you that. A lot of people will not be a big fan of yours." With a shrug of her shoulders, Hermione turned to grab the papers off of her desk. "You might be surprised of just how many who are agreeing with me.
There were so many people in the conference room. So many people that Hermione was actually slightly shaking. Okay Hermione… deep breaths. Take deep breaths. You've been preparing this for months. You can do this. It was absolutely ridiculous and Hermione knew it. She had put herself in life threatening situations multiple time before. She had been close to dead more times than she could remember. And this wasn't even her life on the line. Well… maybe her job.
As her breaths were starting to calm her down, Hermione looked around to take in who had arrived. Basically every department was represented. However, the majority of the the people present were aurors, which didn't surprise Hermione one bit. Her eyes fell on Harry who was standing on the other side of the room, chatting with Theodore Nott. She knew that the only reason why Harry was keeping a slightly open mind about the whole Malory thing, was because he had seen how Nott had changed since they all attended Hogwarts together. Not that they ever really had an issue with Nott in the past. He had never taken any active part in Malfoy's or the rest of Slytherin's active war on everyone who got in their way. A part of that had been due to his family's horrible reputation.
But he hadn't been downright nice either. Which meant that Harry and herself had been very skeptic when he joined the autor department years back. It changed though, when it turned out he was an excellent wizard who had kept them both alive on several dangerous jobs. Hermione had been the first to acquaint herself with him and had started to chat with him outside assignments. Which meant she knew she had Nott's vote. And not just because it was Malfoy, but because he actually wanted to help her.
Her thoughts had taken so far away and that she didn't notice the deep, male voice calling for her. It wasn't until a hand grabbed the side of her arm and squeezed it slightly that she awoke from her thoughts. As she turned to person obviously trying to get her attention, her breath got caught slightly along with her voice. Malfoy was standing there in a black robe which fit oh so nicely over his broad shoulders. Hermione had to turn her head up slightly to meet his eyes which were twinkling in the poorly lit room. Even with her 5-inch heels on he was still towering over her. Her eyes fell on his lips that held a confident yet kind smile, and Hermione felt her knees crumble.
As Malfoy grabbed her arm in an attempt to steady her, he asked with a low voice, "still recovering from this weekend, are we Granger?" and a small chuckle crossed his lips as Hermione looked helplessly at him. This was beyond embarrassing. She took a deep breath to calm herself, which turned out to be a huge mistake as this meant that she inhaled a good portion of his cologne which had, had a seducing effect on her on the first night when she'd kissed him. However, she decided to be strong and ignore it, even though her entire body was crying for her to just jump him.
"Just haven't eaten much today," she said as she straightened herself.
His right hand went into his hair and he took a quick look in the room, "yeah I'm nervous to." Hermione smiled slightly. "You don't have to worry Malfoy, we've got this." He returned her smile and motioned that he'd move towards the seats in the opposite end of the room where Harry and Nott were standing. Hermione nodded and turned her attention towards some of the other wizards that had arrived.
As soon as the last one arrived, Hermione walked over to stand next to Malfoy. "Ladies, gentlemen, please take your seats and we will begin."
"I cannot believe that YOU of all people is standing up for him!" The colour of Ron's face was starting to match his hair. Hermione sighed heavily for the tenth time and looked at Ron with an impatient look on her face. "Why is it such a problem for you, Ron? It's not like it has anything to do with you!" He looked down. They both knew she was implying to the fact that he no longer had a say in what she did, when, where and with whom.
Ron had been waiting in her office when she came back from the meeting, which had gone unexpectedly well considering the kind of wizards present. Which meant that Hermione and Malfoy had been walking together evaluating their process and what would happen next, when the committee decided on whether or not Malfoy could join the Auror department. Just as they were about to enter her office to continue their conversation, they had been met by an extremely furious Ron. Malfoy, who knew from rumours that things were not well between Ron and Hermione had excused himself with a "I'll talk to you later" and had escaped the scene. Which thinking about it now, had been a very wise move.
Ron looked up again. "That is not the point 'Mione." Hermione cringed. That nickname only reminded her of how willingly Ron had been to throw their relationship to the dumps. "Well, what is the point then, Ronald?" She used his entire name to emphasize how impatient she was becoming with this nonsense. He could either just spit out what the hell his problem was, or get the fuck out of her office.
The use of his entire name hurt him. She could tell by the look of his eyes which were now locked with hers. "Hermione… no matter what happened between us, I never stopped loving you okay?" He grabbed her hand. "I still care what happens to you, and… and you can't trust him!" He pleaded, "you of all people should not be trying to get him into this. He is not good news, and he is obviously using your kindness to get what he wants." There was a short period of silence. "He will never want anything else from you."
Hermione ripped her hand out of his and turned on her heel. She was done listening to Ron's bullshit. He knew he had absolutely no right to tell her what was up and down, and right now she could not stand to look at his face.
So.. I'm not even gonna comment on how long this took :P Enjoy!
- feistyferret
