N/A: None of the characters are mine. The story is based on the American sitcom: How I Met Your Mother. This is the Alternate Universe; which means that canon isn't relevant. Thank you to everyone who has favorited and is following. Please continue to enjoy and review, because that does impact how I may continue the story A major thank you for my Beta Reader Ann10155, for helping me edit my chapters. If anyone gets the chance, she has a great story named Veritas Lux Mea. It is a Draco and Hermione Story, if you guys get the chance please check it out and show her some love!
This chapter does show why the story was rated M. If you don't like to read smut you may skip it, and start at the DMDM.
Italics are normally future Draco with important information and/or children. But in this chapter they are thoughts.
How I Met Your Mother
Chapter 6: WTF Happened?
Saturday August 1, 1998
Pansy awoke to the light entering the room; her eyes focused on her boyfriend's face. Softly moving his raven hair away from his eyes, she lingered on his infamous lightning scar. The wound was old, but at times it still supported a red tinge. The residual dark magic he had once explained. Her mouth curved into a smile as she saw his emerald green eyes focus on her. Quickly overpowering her, Harry laid soft butterfly kissed about her face until his lips meet hers. The kiss started out tentatively, her hands traveled up his sides over his fantastic abs until they meet their target his wild hair. She softly pulled at the ends as she bit his bottom lips softly, eliciting a deep moan from her boyfriend.
"You may want to stop that, doll. Don't wanna start anything you can't finish" Harry whispered in her ear, making sure she felt his lips against the skin. Feeling bold, she smirked as she brought his left earlobe into her mouth as sucked hard, making a deeper groan escape his mouth. Feeling her arousal start to build, she boldly rocked her body against his. Swiftly Harry's lips moved downwards to her neck, leaving deep lustful kisses across her décolleté. Pansy's hand wandered down her man, feeling his biceps and muscles ripple underneath her touch. Harry encountered the thin straps of her tank top; he slowly moved them off her shoulders. Her lustful eyes and heavy breath encouraged his exploration. Slowly and very tediously he got her arms out of the straps as he then pulled the shirt down, exposing her sweet skin to him. Taking a deep breath, his nose caught on to that amber body wash she showered after their little session last night. Smiling at the memory, he laid soft kisses right above her chest.
Her breasts were a nice C-cup; large enough for Harry to hold on to, but not so big that he couldn't suckle on them. Eyeing the dark areolas, Harry tentatively licked the left one and softly blew making the little bud taunt. He watched as her skin grew with goose bumps. She threw her head back and let out a moan. He vowed he'd never get tired of her reactions to him. Smirking, he moved to the next one, her breath growing with anticipation. Harry's right hand moved to kneed the left one, smiling as he graciously bought her right breast into his mouth. Pansy cried out as he softly bit and twirled his tongue over the already tender taut bud. Stopping for a moment, he withdrew and looked up. Pansy's eyes were half opened, eyeing him with lust and love. She licked her lips while anticipated his next assault, her chest heaving heavily.
Harry thought she was beautiful. He watched her eyes widened as his left hand moved from her breast and grabbed her hands, positioning them above her head. He never disappointed her. While smirking, her lover went back to the left nipple, it seemed to be begging for his attention again, and he circled, licked, and flicked it until he couldn't handle the delicious sounds that escaped her mouth. Then he sucked- hard, underneath him, Pansy shuddered and squirmed, feeling her arousal dampened her boy shorts more. Harry's own arousal hardened. He let go of her hands and slithered down her body until he found her special place.
Noticing her boy shorts were severely dampened, he grinned. "You naughty girl," Harry said as he spanked her pussy, just before pulling her underwear off. Pansy moaned louder at the impact, breathing heavily as she anticipated with delight.
Greeting him were neat dark curls, dampened with her sweet arousal, moving her legs to make space for him, he did a tentative lick. Pansy moaned with eagerness as she lifted her calf onto his shoulder, giving him a wonderful view. Harry brought his right hand near her entrance, softly and very slowly he moved his ring finger to separate the flesh and give him a better view of what her lower lips hid from everyone else but him. Harry smiled, and he moved the sugary fluid up and down her entrance, hearing her elicit moans that egged him on. In front of him were the most beautiful lower lips in the world. They guarded her clit and that addicting lustrous core. Humming in approval, Harry stared at the treat that lay before him.
Finally Pansy had enough of the teasing, "I swear Potter if you don't give me-.." She gasped as he finally lowered his mouth onto her sex, giving it a most deserving kiss. He felt her swollen lips around his mouth, guiding him to that little treasure. Finding her little button, he let his tongue do its job. With a deep lick, she gasped off the bed.
I can do better, he thought. He wanted her grasping at the bed sheets, knuckles white as she tired heavily not to hurt him. Pulling back, Pansy whimpered at the lack of contact. Harry moved his finger into his mouth, giving a good lick before he finally dipped it into her awaiting center. Not being able to handle being in his boxers anymore, he rapidly freed himself, kicking them off. Feeling her soft walls coated his finger, trying to milk, he slipped it in and out.
Trying to slow his breath, Harry, reduced the movement of his finger as he added another into her canal, earning a deeper moan. Moaning himself with gusto, he pulled back his digits as he assaulted her warm welcoming center. Lifting her hips off the bed, he angled his face closer, making sure his nose pressed into her button.
"So good." slipped out of his mouth, "Fuck, Pansy. You taste even better this morning." She rewarded him with a sexier moan, her hands sliding into his hair. They tugged his head closer and he chuckled at her impatience. He finally latched onto her throbbing clit; she thrusted her pussy at him even more, forcing him to tighten his grip on her. Pansy finally shattered, she quivered as the orgasm took over.
Setting her back down, he positioned himself next to her, drawing her into his arms. Watching Pansy come down from her high was always very intimate.
"That was amazing Harry. Thank you." Pansy said as she looked up, climbing to his level and gave him a deep kiss, tasting herself, she dug her hands into his hair. Pulling back as she was made aware of the warmth that was currently trapped under her belly, smirking as she saw her favorite thing about him. Harry was average size but he was on the thicker side, which made it even better when he was in her.
Quickly Pansy gave all her attention to his cock, she gripped him going up and down. Drawing a moan out of her lover's mouth, smiling, she leaned and took him in her mouth. Harry watched as his beautiful girlfriend's lips wrapped around him before taking him in deeper until she reached the hilt, and pulled back up in repetitive motions until he heard 'pop.' Breathing hard, he watched her get on all fours giving him a glorious view of her cunnie, watching her grip him and suck off the head like a lollypop was a memory he would always cherish. Harry always wondered what the 'cherry blow pop' his girlfriend ate felt like and he concluded that he was jealous of having to share such a talented mouth with the confectionary treat. A loud groan brought him back, deciding immediately that Pansy wasn't allowed to eat that confectionary treat anymore because that mouth was all his. Rapidly, bringing his hands into her hair, he pulled her up for a wild kiss.
Everything about that moment was too much. Looking at her in the eyes, Harry whispered, "I fucking love you."
Pansy kissed him hard, "I love you too." Promptly pulling back Harry accommodated the pillows behind him to make sure he was as straight as he could be. Smirking Pansy rubbed her sex on him making Harry shiver and anticipate her next move. Putting both her hand on their respective shoulders, she lifted and swiftly lowered herself onto him. Licking her lips as he entered, groaning as she sat completely on him. Kissing him deeply again, letting her hands wander around his abs she felt them contract made her moved. Moaning Harry moved his right hand to her ass, gripping it and encouraging her to bounce on him. Feeling her walls contract every once in a while when he hit her G-spot. Lifting his left hand to her breast, kneading it softy causing her to bounce even harder, closing his eyes in delight. Her yearning becoming more evident as she her aching pussy became slicker, her moans drove him insane.
Harry tried to keep his control; last night was all about him so this morning was about her- pleasure, her wants, her needs. Merlin- her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, the sensation finally becoming too much, her button grazed his pelvic bone in the most delicious of ways. Harry knew she was close, and he couldn't hold on any longer either, deciding that he needed to speed things up a little bit so that they can come together, his left hand steadied her,
"Watch me, " he whispered. Pansy's heavy eyes watched him as he grabbed her left breast and brought her nipple to his lips. Taking a slow lick, Pansy licked her lips in sweet fucking satisfaction, bouncing slower, but harder, gasping Harry knew he didn't have long. Hungrily he brought the whole breast into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, Pansy drove herself harder on him, and that was it. A delighted scream escaped her mouth as Harry sucked harder, and he drove himself into her recklessly, greedily feeling her walls milk him. Stilling both, Harry unlatched, holding her and giving her a kiss on her forehead. Both of them were breathing hard, their bodies' cover in glistening sweat and post-after lovemaking soreness.
Pansy chuckled, looking straight at him, "Best one yet."
"Agreed"
-DMDMDMDMDM-
After a quick shower, Pansy had changed to Muggle clothing. She stretched her flowy top that barely grazed her midriff and jeans. Harry loved spending Saturdays in the Muggle world; today, they were trying a new brunch place in central London. Gracefully waving her wand at the bed, it made itself. Waving it at her hair, whispering an incantation, it formed into soft curls that framed her face. Her makeup was quite simple; black cat liner and stained cherry lips. Harry always said he loved that look on her. Pansy stared at her reflection that stood near the window as the sunlight brightened her skin. Pansy's skin glowed, just like it always did after they had mind-blowing sex. Harry was out of the shower, completely dressed as he enveloped her in a hug. Setting his chin on her head, he smiled at their reflection. His eyes sparkled with utter happiness. Smiling at him, she turned and gave him a chaste kiss.
Brunch was amazing- coffee with French little pastries was more than enough to have her singing for joy! After their meal they split, Pansy had a little shopping to do at Diagon Ally while Harry had to visit his parents. Around six 'o'clock Pansy found herself outside a new jewelry store, Markus Diamonds, the sign read. Looking through the clear window passing the jewelry on display Pansy noticed someone; a head of messy raven hair caught her eye. Next to the figure was a strawberry blonde, her hand hooked on his arm. The pair seemed to be talking and laughing when the blond pointed at a ring. The raven-haired man turned to the clerk and signal to the case. The angle she was on wasn't clear enough to be able to tell who it was. But the figure seemed familiar, watching as the raven-haired man turned and held the ring for inspection. The blonde smiled at the comment he was making. Laughing, the raven-haired man got on one knee, and stuck the ring out to the blonde. Pansy caught the side of the face; the Raven haired man was none other than Harry Potter and the blonde was her friend Daphne Greengrass. At a point, one of her shopping bags fell, causing a loud bang, Harry and Daphne both turned to look at what the noise was. The color in Harry's face drained, tears threatening to spill from Pany's eyes as she turned away. Swiftly getting up Harry ran towards the door, only to be stopped by a stunner.
Pansy Apparated to Parkinson estate, her broken shopping bags, lay around her.
"Odd," she whispered, as the loyal house-elf appeared. Odd had not changed much, still wearing the beloved, embroidered pillowcase she made herself years ago.
"Miss called Odd?" He asked. "Is miss okay?" Pansy nodded as the house elf hugged her and the tears of pain spilled.
"Odd, is anyone home?" she asked through the tears.
"No miss, would miss like to go to your room?" Odd asked, Pansy nodded. Quietly they appeared in her beloved toy room. The only room in the house that still responded to her. Making her way to the loveseat by the window she sat and cried. Pansy couldn't believe that Harry was two-timing her with that bloody slut! Odd popped back in carrying hot cocoa with marshmallows. He sat next to her as she wept. Pansy Parkinson had been cheated on, that is all she could think about as the tears flowed. She didn't understand Harry had made love to her this morning. How could he go about proposing to another a few hours later? Somewhere between drinking her cocoa and crying, she fell asleep. Pansy woke up to Odd, shaking her shoulder.
"What time is it?"
"Time for Miss to leave. Odd is sorry, but the Masters are gonna be home in a bit. Odd does not wish Miss to get hurt, again." Pansy nodded, "would you like Odd to take thy home."
"Yes, please." Odd nodded as he Apparated into the hallway of the apartment. Not expecting Harry fucking Potter to be outside; she glared at him, waved her wand at the door, marching in ignoring his presence.
Unfortunately, he grabbed her arm and Pansy lost it. "You are a fucking TWAT POTTER! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY PARENTS!" Pansy screeched as she threw things about in the living room while Harry tried to dodge them.
"Pansy it's not what it looked like!" Harry tried to reason as he dodged the vase that she aimed at his head. Pansy's face was full of tears. Her mascara was running down her cheeks marking dark intervals streaks, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were flushed with unadulterated rage.
"I gave up my parents for you! My inheritance, my role in society just because I wanted to be with you! So fuck you Potter!" She screeched, throwing a couple of the miscellaneous objects that were on the coffee table.
"Pansy Rubina Parkison, you stop that this insistent." Draco raised his voice, in what was considered the Pureblood vocal. On command Pansy stopped and looked at Draco. "Put the book down." He ordered, she stared and did as told. Walking with absolute command towards her, she wrapped his arms around his oldest friend. Glaring at Potter, as she sobbed, leading her into his room, he turned to Harry's shocked face.
"You clean this up, Potter."
They left Harry with the mess of the living room. Feeling like a complete and total failure, he cursed; every word in the book spilling from his lips. He was stupid! He should have gone to a Muggle jeweler or maybe a goblin one. But noooooo Harry fucking Potter wanted the to try a different route and instead of asking his best mate for the help, he went on and ask his girlfriend's closest friend. Waving his wand at the mess, it cleaned itself up and it seemed like nothing had occurred. Cursing, Harry went straight into his room, slamming the door as went straight to the bed. The sheets still smelled of their earlier coupling, roughly punching the bed, he let an angry cry. Quickly pulling out the ring from cloak pocket, he wondered was this stupid ring even worth it. Studying the intricate details of the ring, he sighed. It was perfect. The ring looked rustic, it was platinum the band made to resemble twigs and meeting at the top where an amethyst diamond was carved into a Pansy flower. The ring was perfect in every way.
Harry didn't understand why he was joking the way he was with Daphne. Maybe it was because he was anxious or scared. He had dropped down on one knee as practice. He wanted to do it spontaneously and Daphne told him to practice while they waited for the real ring. Running his right hand over his face, he grabbed a bag, packed a few articles of clothing. Pansy had nowhere to go, so she could stay in the room. He still had a home to go to. Roughly pushing in all of his belongings into his bag, he left.
Monday August 3, 1998.
It had been two days since Hermione spoke to Draco. She still couldn't get over the fact that she kissed him, on the cheek, but still it was a huge step. Today she was at work, dressed in a red sundress. She continued to type on her typewriter on her latest article for the newspaper. Carefully crafted notes were placed delicately next to her so she wouldn't forget any important detail that she had worked so hard to get. Walking into her office was her partner and friend, Ginny Weasley. Ginny 's red hair was in really soft waves, she wore her signature outfit, of dark-fitted jeans with a tank top and her thin leather jacket because of the heat. Ginny was a beautiful young lady. She was the first girl out of her six brothers and in generations, and that made her special. Since she was the only girl; her family, they believed it would be best for her to go to the Academy in France. Ginny was the only friend she had at the Academy. Anyone who met Ginny knew she was rough around the edges. When Teddy first met her, he freaked out.
"Almost done?" She asked, placing something on her desk that Hermione didn't see her holding. A steaming cup of coffee with a plate of sugar cubes and pastries were placed beside her. Hermione looked up and gave her friend a grateful smile.
"Thank you."
"Anytime," she laughed, taking a seat next to her. "So, how's it going?"
"Nearly finished."
Ginny nodded. "Well, I must commend you on your exceptional work, Ms. Granger." She said jokingly, the insinuation of the seriousness underlining her words.
Hermione took a moment for herself. The well-deserved break had been long overdue. As they shared the pastries, drank their coffee, and dodged incoming parchments that zoomed excitedly through the air, her thoughts brought her back to the days that seemed so long ago.
December 21, 1991
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (France)
"Are you excited, that he is coming to see you?" Ginny asked as she was braiding her hair.
"Yes, Teddy could have forgotten about me when he went to Hogwarts."
"Well, it's good he didn't! There you go." She said as she turned Hermione's face to the mirror. A few loose hairs framed her face and her face was bare except for a little bit a chapstick. The weather in France was fierce; the wind was crazy and the snow fell in light patterns, but heavy enough to coat the grounds. Though harsh, it was a beautiful sight to behold. Like small village decorated for the holidays, the surrounding area around The Academy lit up with twinkling lights: bursts of blue, green, red, and so much more. The enchantments of celebration exploded in the air like giant fireworks.
The Academy was based on a tall mountain in the French Alps, with majestic mountain ranges that stretched as far as the eye could see, lush vegetation, and exotic wildlife that resides secretly in the deepest recess of the area. The castle itself, Hermione always thought, held a similar resemblance to Rapunzel's or Aurora's castles. Though, not a lot of the students would see catch onto that observation; there weren't a lot of students who had mixed heritages. With multiple thin towers that surrounded the castle; large, French styled doors that opened without touch, gloriously adorned the exterior of the property; and, a mysterious, yet overwhelming allure that could be felt even at the foot of the mountain, it was simply breathtaking.
The background history of how the Academy came to be was simple; the property itself belonged to the French Crown before the beheading and the overthrowing of the government. The property could be seen in really old French textbooks, but the legend goes that Louis the 14th destroyed the castle. In reality the Castle was given to his youngest brother whom happened to be the only wizard left in the family. In the Muggle history Louis brother passed away at the age of ten; instead he was whisked away by the masters of their crafts. They taught the brother all the magic they could. Unfortunately Louis's brother's name was disregarded in the history, but legend has it that the castle will only fully respect someone with the royal blood.
Hermione waited for Teddy in the dispatch area, keeping her cloak wrapped around her body tightly, the scarf covering her face as she whispered warming charms repeatedly. Normally, students were encouraged to leave, but since the weather was worse in the Muggle world they allowed their families to stay with them. Hermione's parents were currently away on business in Spain, so she invited Teddy. She understood her parents couldn't attend, but at least she had a friend who was more than willing to keep her company. Plus, she always had a blast with Teddy.
The first part of the semester was terrible. Many of her peers made fun of her because of her knowledge. She has spent many nights crying her eyes out until she had met Ginny. The feisty little redhead had come to her rescue during a potions class when the popular kids in the class decided it'd be nice to punish her. The destroyed her potion making the side effects become prominent. Her teeth had always been bigger than average and when the potion went "boom" it made her teeth enlarge to an awful size. Ginny told them off as she escorted her to the infirmary. Hermione's teeth were shrunk to normal size and she had finally made a friend.
The only way into The Academy was with winged Pegasus, and their royal carriage that would majestically ride. When soft sparks exploded in the distance, she knew that they were close. Several minutes later, the carriages finally arrived. Hermione nervously wrapped her cloak about her, casting one last warming charm. The intricate details of the carriage doors opened, and stepping out was Theodore Nott. He was dressed in a thicker cloak, a warm scarf wrapped along his neck. His brown hair was combed to the side; all in all he looked like a rich white boy.
"Hermione!" Theo said as he wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"Teddy! It's so nice to see you. How's everything? How was your first semester? Is it this cold in England?" Hermione asked in a one breath.
"Relax, everything is fine. My semester is going well. And yes, it is" Theo answered.
"Oh, before I forget." Hermione pulled away and reached into her coat pocket. "Here, this is the visitors key. You need to have this on you at all times or else the school will throw you off the property." She told him as she handed it to him. The antique key was made of bronze that had several adornments, such as tiny, purple and black jewels that glittered beautifully in the flickering light that lit up everywhere. It was connected on a string, which made it convenient for carrying around one's neck. Theo threw the necklace over his head and smiled at her.
Hermione grabbed his hand, guiding him towards the guest quarters. They walked into the castle, occasionally engaging each other in mindless chatter. After a couple of minutes, Hermione had found the correct room. She quickly murmured Alohomorabefore ushering him in.
Theo stood fixated on the decorations in the warm room. It was a luxurious setting: with plush carpets, comfy chairs, and more than spacious bed. The room was generously decorated with things he hardly expected his best friend's school could provide. It reminded him so much of his own room at his Manor back in England. The only difference was, his bedroom significantly lacked warmth and a woman's touch. He didn't have to guess as to whom sought the guest room's accommodations. Fire roared to life in the hearth, bathing them both in a soft hue of orange and yellow.
Hermione looked divine, as she always did.
"Do you like it?" Hermione asked as she bit her lip, waiting for his response.
"Yes, it's amazing."
They had spent immeasurable hours catching up when a knock interrupted them. Hermione stood to open the door to find Ginny standing on the other side.
"Sorry to interrupt,Hermione, but it's almost near curfew. You need to go back." Ginny said in an anxious note.
"You're a Weasley." Theo interrupted.
"Yeah, so what?" Ginny asked as she tucked him hands on her waist giving him a glare.
"Hermione you can't be friends with a Weasley?"Theo completely ignored Ginny, while looking at Hermione as if she was insane.
"Yes, I can! She is my friend, and if you cannot deal with that, maybe you should leave!" Hermione told him off.
"We've been friends for years, you cannot just dismiss our friendship! Hermione, she is a blood traitor." Theodore said as he pointed at Ginny.
"And I am a MUDBLOOD! Or have you forgotten?" Hermione lashed out at Theodore. Theo stared at her, mouth opened, in complete shock.
"Don't call yourself that." He whispered, clearly hurt.
"Then don't be a hypocrite!"
"I am sorry."
Monday August 3, 1998
"Hermione, why are you wearing red?" Ginny asked as she flipped her hair to her right side.
"Hmm." Hermione ignored the obvious statement, her heart speeding rapidly in her chest.
"Who is he?" She asked again coyly, smirking at the blush that rose on her cheeks.
"Who is who?" Hermione avoided the question as she typed away; flipping her hair to the right side as she re-read her notes.
"Stop playing innocent, Hermione. Who is he? You haven't worn red since we'll since him." Ginny probed, annoyed that her best friend wasn't explaining anything. Didn't she understand how big of a deal to wear red was?
"Ginny let it be. Plus, he is just a friend. And I wear red all the time." Hermione angrily hit the keyboard.
She sighed," Whatever you say. But if you like this bloke, make sure he knows. I want you to be happy again." Ginny stated as she sat down in front of her desk, and pulled the notebook with notes towards hers and started underlining the specific sections and passed it on back.
"Look Ginny, I am happy. I have you and Teddy I don't need anyone else. It's hard to go through one lose, I cannot handle going through another one." Hermione smiled softly at her friend, as she took the notebook and started re-typing away.
"If you say so." Ginny nodded. "If you say so.." She got up and left the office.
