The Malfoy Whisperer

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Chatter filled the Great Hall cheerily as students filled their stomachs for the day ahead. Breakfast time was always a boisterous affair at Hogwarts - the gossip from the night before slipping from people's lips, the howlers screaming as students opened them and the loud atmosphere created by many people talking at once. Meal time certainly was not a boring affair.

Staring down at his eggy bread, the Weasley boy sighed. There was something wrong with him! He had only eaten four pieces of his favourite toast and found that his body would not let him eat anymore. He was going to become anorexic!

Looking up from his plate he watched his two best friends talk about the horrible potions lesson they were going to have to endure that day. Glaring sideways at the girl beside him, Ron returned to his toast determined to finish it.

He wondered if Hermione even new she was being a traitor. He had asked Harry the night before and did NOT get the answer he wanted. That git had even brainwashed his closest friend! Harry said that she was not being a traitor and that 'Draco' was good for her. How on Merlin's green earth was that slimy git good for her!

Stabbing his toast roughly the boy thought back to the night in the library. After Harry had woken him up and filled him in on the plan he had seen it his duty to fib to Harry about a stomach ache and follow Hermione and the future death eater. It helped that he still had Harry's cloak from their activities that day.

Flash Back

Ron walked silently down the corridor. He had been tailing Hermione and Malfoy for awhile now. The red head cringed as he listened to their idle chatter. How could they talk so easily?

Slowing his pace to match theirs Ron watched as Hermione giggled and pulled the blonde into an alcove to the side of the hallway. His mouth felt as if it were going to hit the floor. Hermione knew that this alcove was used for 'nefarious' activities, why was she taking Malfoy in there? Ron frowned. Maybe they were just talking?

Exhaling softly the boy snuck forward, he hoped that he would not find anything disagreeable.

Peeking his head around the corner of the alcove his eyes bulged. Stifling a gasp the red head stumbled back wards. That was definitely disagreeable!

Eyes narrowing the boy stepped forward once more. Preparing himself, Ron poked his head around once more.

He could hear heavy breathing and the sound of lips smacking. It was gross! Hermione had pushed Malfoy up against the stone wall where they were currently tongue wrestling.

Malfoy obviously felt he needed to get the upper hand because he walked forward swiftly taking the girl with him. She was the one pressed against the wall now and as far as Ron could tell, she liked it.

Realising that the two lovers could not be a foot away Ron pulled back a little. His eyes were glued to the pair before him.

Malfoy picked Hermione up easily letting her wrap her legs around him. He pressed her firmly against the wall grinding into her.

Oh Merlin, were they going to do 'it'?

Kissing down the girl's neck Malfoy let his hand sneak down to unbutton her shirt quickly. His fingers were skilful.

Ron didn't know how to do that. The boy frowned.

Pushing her shirt back Malfoy growled, zoning in on the exposed flesh. Ron continued to stare with envy as the blond Slytherin devoured Hermione's chest.

"Draco." She whispered breathily.

"Mhm?" The boy responded from in between her perfect globes.

"I need more." The girl groaned.

With a flick of his wand Hermione's bra disappeared.

Ron felt his pants constrict, he had never thought of Hermione like this.

The girl moaned softly when Malfoy's hands cupped her breasts. She pushed her body forward asking for more.

Obliging Malfoy kissed the soft skin of her breast, nipping and sucking along the way. Reaching her hardened nipple, he sighed happily before taking it greedily into his mouth.
Hermione mewled against him.

The red head flushed. He was going to need a big old wank when he got back to the tower! Reaching down he squeezed his pants softly to relieve some pressure.

He saw the Slytherin's hand snake down to where they seemed to be joined. He watched as Hermione jolted, Ron wished he could be touching her there.

Her moans began to grow more frantic as she wiggled against the boy. It was obvious to Ron now that Malfoy was fingering her. Hermione seemed to think he was doing a great job.

Ron wondered if he could be good at that.

Just when the Weasley boy thought it could not get any raunchier Malfoy unlatched his mouth off her right breast earning a groan of displeasure from Hermione. He soothed her with his mouth, tangling their tongues together. The blonde was pumping his fingers in and out of her now, the pace was steady.

Ron could see that she was heating up. He wondered if this was what it was like to watch a girl orgasm.

The Slytherin placed one hand on her stomach holding her firm against the wall. Pulling his fingers out of her, he licked them clean. Then the boy manoeuvred downwards so he was on his knees, her legs over his shoulders.

Ron could not believe Malfoy was going to do THAT. Hearing a 'rip' the red head saw her torn knickers get thrown to the floor.

He watched as Mafloy devoured her greedily.

Oh Merlin! He was enjoying watching Malfoy give his girl friend head. Pushing his hand below the waist band of his pants, Ron sought out his erection. They could not see him.

Hermione writhed and bucked against the blond, giving him encouragement and praise. Her fingers wrapped tightly around his now messy hair, she pulled him closer. The boy obliged.

Ron could hear Malfoy slurping and sucking. It was not a quiet affair.

Finally Hermione bucked forward violently releasing a moan that could be heard two hallways away.

She slumped backwards breathing heavily.

Malfoy placed her firmly on the ground standing up. He wiped his face with his sleeve.

"That was delicious Granger." He smirked.

The girl was speechless. She leaned forward and kissed him, she obviously did not care that he tasted of her.

She pulled back a grin plastered on her face.

"That was my first orgasm." She admitted happily.

"Are you mad at me?" Malfoy asked. "I should have asked permission but I have wanted to do that for so long." Their foreheads rested against the others.

"No I'm not mad. I was a willing participant." She smiled, "Just because I'm not ready to have sex Draco doesn't mean that I'm not ready to do other things."

Moving away from the blonde she picked up her bra.

Fixing herself up Hermione turned to the blond.

"Draco, is that what it is like for you when someone goes down there?" It was so innocent.

Malfoy nodded, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to Hermione." He smiled.

"But you didn't get anything." She reasoned.

"I'm sure you will give me something soon enough." He replied softly.

Holding out her hand for him Hermione spoke one last time.

"I want to do that for you." She said shyly. "Will you teach me?"

Malfoy only nodded.

Looking downwards Ron swore to himself.

He had come in his pants.

End Flash Back

Ron looked at Hermione and then down at his toast. He could not believe he had seen her like that. He was surprised he could even look at her.

The Weasley boy sighed watching as Malfoy winked at the Gryffindor girl. She flushed looking away.

At least Ron knew why Malfoy was so god damned smug all the time.

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Potions class had been an absolute bore! Hermione was sure she was going to fall asleep.

Snape had walked in, put some notes on the board and told them to complete the potion. He did not ask any questions, nor did he share any history, just told them to 'get to it'. Hermione of course, was already finished.

Looking down at the spare piece of parchment in front of her, the girl decided it would be a good time to compose a reply to Narcissa's letter. Hermione had received an owl that morning from the woman asking if two weeks from now would be suitable to go see her dress maker. The wedding was looming forward at an alarming rate. The Gryffindor could not wrap her head around it.

Dipping her quill in her ink pot, Hermione began to write in her usual elegant scrawl.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Dear Narcissa,

The school year is progressing well. Thank you for asking. How are you social commitments?

Draco and I have settled into our new quarters and are getting along quite famously. Draco is becoming more agreeable by the day and I feel that he is beginning to grow as a person.

I have attached a photo for you of the two of us taken on the first Hogsmeade visit of the year. I thought it would be nice to get a photo of Draco smiling.

The dates you have selected to see your dressmaker suit me just fine. Draco and I should be home at that time as I believe Hogwarts will be having a small recess.

How is Lucius? Did his proposal to the board go well? I looked his ideas over before we left for the school year and must say that your husband has a remarkable talent for business presentations.

Did he receive the birthday gift? I recalled that he enjoyed Wordsworth, so I hope the first edition was sufficient. It was my grandfather's.

Thank you for your help with Rita, I think that we are very close to some answers. I will inform you when I am sure.

Hoping all is well,

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

Ps. Draco says hello.

Narcissa smiled placing the letter on the side table. Hermione was a sweet girl.

Draco always took so long to respond to her letters, this young woman however, was very prompt. It pleased the older Malfoy to no end, knowing that her soon to be daughter in law was the best student at Hogwarts. It pleased her even more knowing that Draco was second only to her. They would breed very intelligent heirs.

Looking down at the photo in her dainty hands, Narcissa smiled softly. The moving characters of Draco and Hermione stood side by side arms wrapped around each other, they were smiling broadly as if someone had told an amazing joke – then the photo Draco kissed the photo Hermione on the forehead. It was a sight to behold.

Letting her stare travel upwards to the photographs upon the mantle, Narcissa noted that her son did not smile in any of them. Although the photos were magical, he did not move, just stared, sneering once and awhile. Where had that boy gone?

Going back to the new picture the woman decided that she liked this one much more.

Thinking about Hermione's question, Narcissa felt happy.

Lucius had adored his birthday present. It was very much a case of 'what do you get a man that has everything'. Narcissa bought him a Quidditch team and Hermione had given his a first edition heirloom. The older woman did not mind that her gift had been trumped.
Seeing the look on her husband's face when he opened the first pages, sniffing the old parchment as if it were perfume, his eyes alight with wonder, was enough. It was something she had not witnessed in a very long time.

Narcissa was very happy with her husband's development since the recent 'family change'. It seemed that he had become more open and easier to live with. She wondered if it was because Hermione was so much like Henry in personality. Hermione's biological father was handsome and an intellectual. He had a thirst for knowledge that could not be quenched. Narcissa remembered in school how Lucius would joke about Henry spending all his days in the library. He called him the 'bookworm' but their deceased friend did not seem to mind. He relished the nickname.

Smiling sadly to herself, Narcissa closed her eyes. Yes it was certainly Hermione's doing. After the death of the late Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius had been lost. Nothing could bring him back - he boozed and partied like a child. She suspected some escorts but knew that at the time her husband was unstable, she would always love him very much. In the end Henry had sat him down for good long chat, half an hour later Lucius was as good as new again. He was cheerful and loving, it seemed that Henry was the 'Malfoy whisperer'…then, he died.

Henry's death took a toll on Lucius harder than his father's had. Parties were not enough anymore. He searched out Henry's killer but was not successful. He turned back to the darkness for help and got lost in it. He ventured into lands that were beyond dangerous. Narcissa at the time had only hoped that he would survive. She thought that once he had found vengeance for his kindred Lucius would come back, but it was too late. He had become the Dark Lord's lackey.

Narcissa knew that it was no longer about avenging his lost friend, it was about something else completely.

The darkness had stolen him from her.

The blond Malfoy had lost her best girlfriend, her niece and her husband in one short month.

No one knew how hard that time was for her.

If she had not had Draco, the woman feared that she may have done something rash.

They had all changed a lot since that time.

Picking up her glass, it magically filled with a honey coloured liquid. Narcissa loved her wine, she was not an alcoholic but she did have a taste for the sweeter things in life.

Letting her mind wander once more the woman pondered, could Hermione be a 'Malfoy Whisperer'?

It certainly seemed that she had tamed Draco and Lucius was becoming himself more and more every day. It seemed the young girl had a talent that she did not know of.

Narcissa was thankful that the Dark Lord was weak for the time being. She hoped that Hermione could sway Lucius before the time came that he would have to attend the evil wizard. If the small girl could stop the older Malfoy from going, it would be a miracle. It she was a 'Malfoy Whisperer' the task could be possible.

The woman sat alone deep in thought.

How could she get Hermione to reach out to Lucius without her knowing?

Or should she trust the small woman with her thoughts, Hermione had proved that she could keep a secret.

Narcissa decided that the Gryffindor witch would be a worthy ally.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Hermione was exhausted. Who knew that not having sex could be this fun?

She sighed happily into the pillow burying herself further beneath the soft covers. Draco would be back soon with some food and they could soon get to sleep.

They had tried to earlier but hormones had gotten the better of them.

She didn't mind. Draco was very skilful, his hands were lovely and soft (probably because he hadn't had to do a days work in his life!) but still large and manly, he was effeminate in the best way possible. Somehow she knew that he would not like hearing that.

Giggling to herself, the young woman made a choice.

Next time she would get Draco to teach her.

She was sick of being at his mercy.

It was her turn.

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