Putting Things Right
Notes: This one is explicit because my first ones weren't Lemony enough (apparently). Reader discretion is advised.
I don't own Harry Potter
"Granger, what are you doing?" He asked, a bemused smirk forming.
"Working Malfoy, a foreign concept to his lordship... I'm sure," she replied.
"Yes but, we're interns at the ministry..." he began.
"Yes," she snapped, "low paid ones for three days a week, obviously. I need to supplement my income."
"Aren't your parents dentists? I thought that paid well in the muggle world," he asked.
"It does Malfoy but since I obliviated them thanks, in part, to threats by your father, they had to take huge amounts of time off work and moved across the world... twice. things are tight- other than a bed to sleep in, I can't ask for anymore right now," she hissed, storming away angrily with his empty plate.
Hermione sighed as she pulled the blinds down. Finally, alone and out of sight of Muggles, she could use her magic to clean up. A welcome relief, given the throbbing pain in her arm.
She rubbed it absentmindedly and winced. For her part, she couldn't wait until the internship was over and she took an available full time position - never to darken the doorway of "the friendly bean" cafe, ever again.
She was jolted from her thoughts by a clearing of the throat which caused her to jump and pull her wand.
"Malfoy?! What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get in?" she growled, keeping her wand trained on him.
"Well Granger, I'm a wizard, so you do the maths about how I got in. Given who you are, you might want to be a bit more concerned with your security," he began to lecture.
Hermione sighed and dropped her wand, her free hand drifting back to the aching arm.
Draco's eyes dropped to it then rose to meet her curious stare.
"It hurts doesn't it?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, it plays up sometimes," she admitted. If she could be honest with anyone about 'that' injury, it was him. After all, it happened in his home.
Draco winced. "That'll be my Aunt's fault."
"I know," she replied evenly, looking at him strangely as he approached and took her arm gently.
"A Muggle cafe? Why not work somewhere in our world at least?" He asked, tracing her Mudblood scar with his finger.
The strange part was that despite never having a civil conversation, she was compelled to reply honestly, rather than hex him out of the door for touching her.
"Use your brain Malfoy. I can't go anywhere without questions about the war. Autographs. It'd be like you trying to work somewhere like that..." she reasoned.
Draco pursed his lips. "I suppose you're right..." he admitted.
"Not that you'd have to lower yourself, of course," she mumbled.
Draco leaned against the nearest table and sighed. "I don't think you're lowering yourself Granger - though with everything you've done for the wizarding world, the least you'd think they'd do would be give you a scholarship for the program," he mused.
"Well, something we agree on then," she said, clapping her hands together. "Anyway, it's not so bad here...private too. I don't fancy Skeeter writing articles about what a pauper I am," she laughed bitterly.
He made no protest as she pulled her arm away slowly and pointed her wand at her sink full of dirty dishes.
"They think I'm such a fast worker," she said innocently, smirking as an hour of muggle labour was whisked away with a wand.
Draco smiled, making no move from the table he lent on.
"So, Malfoy, why are you here?" She asked.
"Maybe I like Muggle cafes," he responded.
"Be honest," she said haughtily, rolling her eyes.
"Your arm. I've noticed it at the Ministry and again yesterday. This kind of muggle work will only exacerbate it you know..." he began.
"I know that Malfoy," she replied, trying to remain calm. She really wasn't in for a lecture about her work choices.
"I've read all the books... there's nothing I can do, and I've already told you I need the money," she said dismissively, checking the stock levels to see if she needed to order anything before she left.
"You haven't read ALL of the books Granger. I think you'll find the Malfoy library is a graveyard of forgotten books on…err... creative... forms of magic," he said casually.
"Are you admitting to having dark artefacts in your library Draco?" She asked, pretending to be scandalised.
"I would never... but if I did... hypothetically... there might be something there to help your problem," he explained with care.
"And why would you help me?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip.
"Well, I'm responsible. We're all responsible. Look at what she did to you…I want to put it right," answered the blonde.
"For what price?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Who would really blame her about being apprehensive about a Malfoy, no matter how bright he'd proven himself to be in their Ministry program?
"No price Granger, I'm not that person anymore," he said evenly, seemingly unoffended by her question.
Hermione remained silent as he pulled a deceptively small book from his pocket and handed it to her.
"I would like it back when you're done. There are others... if the answer isn't in there... just ask me," he said.
He'd disappeared before she had a chance to reply.
Two months later …
Hermione walked out of her room when she heard the loud pop. She'd forgotten Draco was bringing another book tonight.
They'd been working on it a few months and there had been progress. Most of the internal damage from Bellatrix's magic had been rectified and she didn't have to deal with much pain anymore - though the scar remained as unsightly as ever.
Draco hadn't given up; confident the answer would be somewhere in the library. She had long since accepted he genuinely felt bad for his earlier treatment of her.
The Malfoy family had a strong sense of duty, and he felt that he needed to right as many of the wrongs they did as possible. That, he explained, was why he had come to her that day in the café after realising her symptoms post Bellatrix torture were worse than the scarring.
"Malfoy," said Hermione as she walked out, fiddling with her earring.
"Merlin Granger, what are you all dolled up for?" He asked, doing nothing to hide his obvious appraisal of her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew she was dressed like a complete tart. "It's Ginny's fault," she explained, "she wanted us to dress provocatively for her hen's night."
"Well, you've certainly met the brief... can you even wear knickers with that?" He asked, cocking his head and examining the panels of black lace down each side of the tight silk dress.
"What do you think?" She asked, giving him a meaningful look.
"Bloody hell," he murmured, seeming to remember why he was there.
"Here's the next book I was thinking might do something," he said as he shook his head, stepping forward and handing it to her.
Hermione smiled and took it, thumbing a few pages before she put it on her side table for later.
"I'll get to it just as soon as my hangover has dissipated tomorrow," she said.
"Yes, well, ah, you should have fun, and, oh... I am out with the Slytherin lads for monthly catch up so apologies if we run into you... and more apologies for the harassment you're going to face from them in that outfit," he said, suddenly unsure of himself.
Hermione was amused. All wizards really were that simple. Even Draco Malfoy. A slutty back dress and they don't know what to do with themselves... and he hadn't even seen the heels.
"You think they'll like it?" She asked, suddenly a little self-conscious to be stepping out in something so attention grabbing. It was not her usual look, though she did feel sexy.
"I think every straight wizard in London would like you in that Granger," he said calmly, raising a well-manicured eyebrow.
While they'd been working on this, they'd begrudgingly become somewhat friendly, so she wasn't surprised he didn't insult her - though how much he liked her in the dress was a bit of a shock.
"Well, I had better leave you to it. Be safe... you might attract a few more wizards than you're used to in that," he said, somewhat concerned.
"I'm a big girl Malfoy," she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Ok, ok," he said, raising his arms in surrender and walking into the floo.
"I'm not interested," said Hermione, wincing as the persistent wizard continued to touch her waist.
"Come on love..." he slurred. She was about to get her wand out when she heard a cold voice next to her.
"I believe the lady said she wasn't interested," said Draco calmly, but the threat was unmistakeable.
"Alright mate, didn't realise she was yours," said the man, scuttling away.
Everyone knew who Draco was. They also knew the kinds of things he did for the Dark Lord in the war. Though he was underaged and coerced - it led most wizards to have a moderate fear of him, which he seemed to exploit from time to time.
"I did tell you about that dress," smirked Draco.
"Well aren't you a knight in shining armour?" She replied more flirtatiously than she intended.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear the girls squealing. Ginny had made it clear that if she wanted to give her the ultimate hens night gift, she'd go home with an attractive wizard for some "well deserved" fun.
"Dressed like that, I'll be anything you want Granger," he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Are you flirting with me?" She asked, gobsmacked.
He smirked at her. "I think I made that pretty clear," he said, making a point of blatantly looking at her cleavage.
"Aren't you meant to be with your friends?" She challenged.
"Aren't you meant to be with yours?" He retorted.
"Yes but Ginny wants me to find a random wizard to shag," she said absentmindedly, before realising what she'd said and blushing furiously. She was so used to saying what she was thinking with Draco she'd forgotten to filter herself. Or maybe it was the wine…
"Oh, she does, does she? Smart witch. Well, it just so happens I am available... what do you say Hermione Granger?" He asked, reaching out to stroke the lace on her hip.
"What are you offering?" She asked, this time giving him her best bedroom eyes.
For the first time ever, she saw a slight blush on Malfoy. Admittedly, she'd been told she did the sultry gaze quite well in the past.
He stepped in front of her and caged her to the bar. "Well Princess," he began in a low whisper, "I am offering to let you take me home and have your wicked way with me... but I know you're not wearing knickers, so I'll happily take you to the bathroom here and fuck you into the wall if that's what you're after."
Hermione bit her lip and looked up at him. He really was a good-looking man. Not to mention, he'd spent months helping her with her injury for no personal gain she could see beyond doing the right thing.
Plus, if she had knickers, they'd be soaking at his sexually charged suggestions. She really did need a good shag, and this wizard could obviously give it to her.
"Ok," she said, finishing her wine and taking his hand.
Hermione moaned as his tongue circled her clit. He'd spread her legs on the sofa as soon as she got them back to the apartment.
"You should never wear knickers Granger... I want access to this perfect pussy whenever I feel like it," he said huskily, slipping two fingers into her wet heat.
Hermione moaned and arched her back. She felt so sexy like this. Her dress pushed up and legs spread wide for an attractive man on his knees.
"You're so sexy," he purred, kissing her inner thigh as he continued to pump his fingers, "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Hermione loved it when wizards talked dirty. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs and knew Draco noticed it too.
"Do you like being on your knees for me?" She asked between moans, fisting his soft platinum hair.
Draco hummed against her. "Almost as much as I'm going to like you sitting on my face."
The image alone set Hermione on course to achieve her first orgasm, aided by Draco picking up his pace with his fingers and talented tongue.
When she'd finished riding out her orgasm Draco straightened up and wiped his mouth. Without warning he scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom, placing her on her feet carefully.
"Take the dress off," he ordered calmly.
Hermione, still feeling aftershocks of her orgasm, complied. She pulled the zip and let it fall to the floor without further ceremony.
Now she stood before him in only her black stiletto heels, blushing at how exposed she was.
Draco walked behind her and pressed himself to her, letting her feel through his trousers what she was doing to him.
"I'm going to fuck you in these heels granger," he said, taking each breast into his hands and rubbing them gently. Hermione sighed and dropped her head back.
Draco's breathing hitched as he explored her body, touching every bit of exposed skin he could reach.
"What do you want Princess?" He asked huskily as she turned to kiss his neck.
"You inside me, stretching me, filling me," she purred seductively.
Draco immediately pulled back and began to remove his clothes, distracted by a very naked Hermione crawling onto the bed on her knees and exposing herself to him.
She was still glistening from where he pleasured her earlier.
Still on her knees, she reached back and spread herself with her fingers, giving him a perfect, explicit view of her dripping core.
"Look At you Granger. My little whore," he said harshly, getting onto the bed and slapping her behind. Hermione let out a delighted squeak.
Draco leaned down and licked her slit again, eliciting a moan from the brunette witch.
Then, without warning, he slammed into her. His cock was larger than she expected, causing her to fall forward into her elbows.
Draco was not bothered. He held her in place by her hips and fucked her hard and fast, to the point where she wasn't sure she could take it.
When she began to whimper he slowed, taking deliberate and hard slow strokes in and out of her.
"Does it feel good enough for you Draco?" She purred, pressing herself back against him.
"So good," he remarked, "I wish you could see how sexy you look on your knees for me, heels on and pussy dripping," he said, stroking her lower back reverently.
"I can't wait to cum inside you over and over, then have you spread for me like you did earlier so I can see what I've done to you," he purred, picking up her hair to fist.
"Oh, yes," she cried as he gave her a few more hard strokes, pulling on her hair in time.
"But first, I want to look at you when I cum in you," he said dropping her hair and flipping her over.
Immediately, his mouth found her nipple and began to suck as his hand rubbed tight circles on her clit, his cock pumping at a slower pace.
"I'm going to...," she cried, moving her hips in time and letting him overload her senses as he worshipped her breasts with his mouth.
"That's it. Cum on my cock, my little whore," he said roughly.
"Why don't you fuck me like I'm your whore then Draco?" she challenged, making eye contact with the blonde.
Draco rose to the challenge and began to pound her again, harder and harder.
"Keep your eyes open, look at me, he ordered," watching her as he thrust.
Hermione looked up at him, her mouth a soft 'O.'
"Fuck," he moaned as his eyes dropped to her bouncing breasts then darted back to meet hers.
Her moans became more frantic as she clawed at his back. It was obvious she was close.
"That's it Hermione. Show me what it feels like to have you come undone around me," he whispered.
That was it for her. A thousand stars exploded in her eyes and she fell apart as he continued to shag her into the mattress.
Just as she rode out the last of her orgasm, he grunted and released his seed deep inside her.
He immediately flipped her over and pulled her to her knees, admiring the mess he'd made as it dripped down her legs, just as he promised.
"I've always so liked to watch you Granger," he admitted.
Hermione moaned, inexplicably ready to go again.
Fin
