Deep In the Heart
Chapter 10 Auxiliabor Tibi
ForestOfRowan
A/N I have not updated in forever but these last few months have been really rough. School is extremely stressful and I have been very depressed. I came to college to try it for a year, on my parent's request, and it's not the place for me. When I had the time to write, I had no motivation, and if I tried, I would send myself into a panic. After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I needed to drop out and pursue my writing (which I wanted to do the whole time). I've dropped my stressful classes and now I'm dedicating my time to writing this, and writing my novel. I know I keep making excuses, I'm sorry. But I'm back on track.
This is rated M for a reason, you have been warned.
Disclaimer: Sorry Harry, I don't own ya.
They spent the rest of the day in bed. Had sex only once, maybe twice, and went to bed full on Addi's cooking. Sunday morning rolled around, and Hermione and Draco stood in front of his floo, nervousness coiling in Hermione's gut.
"What if she doesn't like me?" Hermione muttered.
"It will be okay Mione," Draco said, giving her hand a squeeze, "Mother will love you."
"But what if she remembers me from something you may have sent in a letter to home first year. No doubt you complained to them about Harry Potter and his Mudblood friend to your parents," Hermione said, panic slowly growing, "If she remembers who I am, we will have to break up. I can't be the thing to rip the two of you apart. Whether we broke up or not though, she would tell Lucius, and we could be in danger. I don't want to break up, not just as we have started actually dating, because I really like you, but I don't want to get you in trouble. But it may just be worth it, either way we will be in huge danger an-" Draco grabbed her shoulders and turned them to face each other.
"Merlin's Beard, Hermione, you need to calm down," he said, holding back laughter, "deep breaths now." He pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed soothing circles on her back. Eventually, her breathing evened out, and she pulled away.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to be nervous up to now." She said with a grimace.
"It's alright," he said with a chuckle, "but really though, you don't have anything to be worried about. I never referred to you by your name in my letters. Plus, my mother never gave a shit about blood purity. As for Lucius, he can't do anything from the portrait that you can't handle. It doesn't matter though, because when he gets back, she will probably only mention I'm seeing someone, and he will just turn up his nose and not ask any questions." He hugged her again, and kissed the top of her head.
"That's good then," she said with a smile, "why do his portraits get taken away for cleaning anyway?" She asked.
"A feature of the ward is that no extra magic is used around Mother. There are no spells on his portraits too keep off dust so they have to be taken down and cleaned outside the ward every few weeks. I was wondering when you were going to ask. Ready?" Draco asked, and at her nod, took a handful of powder and led her through the floo.
Once on the other side, he guided her through the lobby to his mother's room. Along the way, he smirked to himself, noting how everyone seemed to have a huge weight lifted off their shoulders without Lucius' glare above their heads. They arrived at her room, and Draco gave Hermione a second to take a deep breath and prepare herself. She gave him a nod, and he gave the door a soft knock.
"Mother," he cracked the door open and stuck his head inside, "Mother, I've brought someone new by, is it alright if we come in?"
"Of course, dear, you don't have to ask," came a voice from inside, "Why do you insist on being so preposterously pretentious, my dear Dragon?" Draco took a step inside, Hermione following closely behind.
"I'm not being pretentious, Mother," he said with an eye roll, "I just didn't know how you were feeling." He stuck his nose up and crossed his arms in defiance.
"Of course," Narcissa gushed sarcastically, "but now you're being rude, Dragon. Are you not going to introduce me to your lovely friend?" Hermione's face grew hot as both of the Malfoy's attention was turned to her. Draco giving her a reassuring smile, and Narcissa looking at her curiously.
"I'm Hermione Granger, very nice to meet you. And his rudeness is entirely my fault, Mrs. Malfoy, he seemed to have read my mind that I'd introduce myself." Hermione said, stepping forward and offering her hand to Narcissa.
"Either way, quite embarrassing for him," Narcissa said with a wink, "good on you, he needs some humility." Narcissa took Hermione's hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Please, call me Narcissa, Mrs. Malfoy was my mother-in-law," Narcissa said with a faux-shudder, "Please, have a seat you two, would you like something to drink?" Narcissa gestured to chairs, and Draco and Hermione pulled them over, shaking their heads.
"How are you feeling today, Mother?" Draco asked, once they were settled in their chairs.
"Fine, fine," Narcissa said with a wave of her hand, "now, enough about me, what brings the two of you here today?" She gave the two of them a knowing smirk as Draco cleared his throat.
"I just thought you would like to meet the witch I've started seeing." Draco said reaching over and taking Hermione's hand. Narcissa's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands in excitement.
"Oh, how exciting! I knew there was something going on. I'm assuming this is Herly?" Narcissa said with a smirk.
"Yes, this is Herly," Draco chuckled, "I had told Blaise and Pansy I didn't want people finding out about Hermione, so that the public would stay out of our business in case something ever did happen between the two of us. They misunderstood and thought I actually meant everyone." Narcissa chuckled and shook her head.
"They never were the most polished wands in the basket," Narcissa turned to Hermione, "Now, you're obviously not from Texas, how did you find your way here, and to Draco?"
"Well, it's an extremely long story. The short of it is there was nothing good for me in London, and I needed to get away. I had a job offer here and decided to take it. Somehow, I managed to get the apartment directly across from Draco's." Hermione explained.
"How long were you with the man you're running from?" Narcissa asked patting Hermione's knee.
"Mother!" Draco exclaimed, annoyed, jumping out of his seat.
"Its fine, Draco," Hermione said, pulling him back into his seat, "we were together a lot longer than I'd like to admit, and I thought I was in love with him for even longer. How did you know?" She asked Narcissa.
"Mothers just know," Narcissa said with a shrug, "now, did you two know each other before you came here? And how did all of this happen in the first place?" Narcissa looked like a child on Christmas, she was so excited.
"We knew each other from school, we were in the same year, but we were never exactly close." Draco said with a chuckle.
"The exact opposite in fact. I was in Gryffindor, and the top of our class every year. We were rivals." Hermione said, grinning at Draco.
"Gryffindor, really, I'm surprised Draco even let you be within four feet of him here!" Narcissa said, amused.
"Thankfully, I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She was in need of a washer on her first night, and Addi insisted I be friendly to her. Then we hit each other with doors a few times, Addi made us go out, we sang a few songs, and Pansy and Blaise forced us to spend time together." Draco said simply.
"Ah…that clears things up." Narcissa said uncertainly.
"It's extremely complicated, Narcissa, and it doesn't really matter now that we're together." Hermione said, grabbing Draco's hand again.
"I'm so happy for the two of you. And speaking of couples, how are Pansy and Blaise?" Narcissa asked. Draco and Hermione grinned at each other.
"Do you want to tell her?" Hermione asked.
"No, you go ahead, you're the reason it happened in the first place." Draco said.
"She is your mother, and you've been friends with them longer." Hermione replied.
"For the love of Merlin, one of you just tell me!" Narcissa exclaimed, frustrated.
"Hermione convinced Pansy to get over herself." Draco started.
"I wouldn't put it that way. We just talked about how I was willing to be with Draco after having such a disastrous relationship. She decided that it didn't matter what other people thought about their relationship." Hermione explained.
"See, so she got over herself." Draco said smugly. Hermione opened her mouth to argue again, but Narcissa held up her hand.
"Shut up and just tell me what is going on, please." Narcissa chastised.
"Blaise had previously bought them a home above a shop for Pansy." Draco started.
"They've moved in, and are getting married soon." Hermione finished excitedly. Narcissa grinned broadly.
"Finally. I knew that they would end up together eventually, I'm glad it happened sooner rather than later, though." Narcissa said with a sigh before yawning.
"Are you getting tired, Mother?" Draco asked concerned.
"Just a bit, yes. Your father was up all night complaining about the cleaning, as usual, you know how he is." Narcissa said, her exhaustion becoming evident.
"Well, we better get going then and let you rest." Draco said, standing up.
"I hate for you two to leave, but I would like to rest, yes." Narcissa said. Draco leaned over and kissed Narcissa on the forehead. Hermione stood up to follow Draco.
"Hermione, dear, wait, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" Narcissa asked. Hermione sat back down, Draco giving her a reassuring smile, and shutting the door behind him.
"Hermione, I know you haven't told me everything, but I can tell there is a lot about your past you're not willing to share. I'm alright with that, but I just want you to know, I'm always open to talk if you need it. Come by and visit, or write to me whenever you need to. You're a long way from home, I can be your mother-away-from-mother, so to speak. Regardless if you and my son stay together, or not, you will always have our support and protection."
"Thank you so much, Narcissa, that means so much more to me than you could possibly know." Hermione said, tearing up. Hermione went over, and gave Narcissa an awkward but warm hug before walking out into the hallway.
"What was that about?" Draco asked, taking her hand and leading her back to the floo.
"Just giving me her approval." Hermione said with a grin.
"Good, see, I told you that there was nothing to worry about." Draco said, smiling proudly as they walked back into his apartment. They plopped onto the couch, and she cuddled into his side.
"So, what did you think of her?" Draco asked, running his fingers through her hair.
"What do you mean 'what did I think'? She is fantastically lovely, am I supposed to think something else?" Hermione laughed.
"No, just making sure. She obviously likes you." He chuckled. After a few minutes, Hermione sat up and turned to Draco.
"I think you need to tell her the truth, Draco." Hermione said flatly.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, confused.
"You need to tell your mother the truth about everything that happened." Hermione said slowly.
"Not happening." Draco chuckled, pulling her close to him again.
"And why not?" Hermione asked, pulling away, aggravated.
"Because, there is no reason to. Ignorance is bliss, right?" Draco scoffed.
"What do you mean there is no reason? There are plenty of reasons, Draco!" Hermione said bossily.
"And what are those reasons, pray tell?" Draco snapped.
"For one, not having to lie anymore." Hermione said, holding up a finger.
"Never been a problem before, beautiful." Draco said with an eye roll.
"Doesn't mean it shouldn't be a problem now," she said growing angry, and putting up a second finger, "secondly, I want to help her, and I can't well do that with your father there! If she knew the truth, he would be gone. Plus for you, because he would be gone, plus for your mother, because then I could better help find a cure."
"Yes, because you're doing so much already." He rolled his eyes, again.
"Excuse me," She said, standing up angrily, "I haven't had much of a chance to, especially considering you wouldn't let me leave bed up until this morning."
"I didn't hear you complaining," He said with a smirk, "anything else?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact," she stomped her foot, "telling the truth is what's best for your mother. I'm sure she would much rather know the truth than to have you lie to her." Draco stood up, obviously getting angry as well, and got in Hermione's face.
"And you know what's best for my mother, then?" He asked loudly.
"It seems I know better than you do!" Hermione said back, louder. Just then, the knocking from below started, but neither of them seemed to notice.
"Excuse me?" He yelled, "You know nothing! You don't know anything about her condition. She isn't strong enough to handle the truth, it would crush her!"
Knock, knock, knock.
"She seemed fine to me," Hermione yelled back, "and she dealt with everything that went on during and after the war. She is a strong woman. You just don't want to admit to her that you lied for so long."
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
"She isn't the same woman anymore! She was fine today, but most days, she is far from it!"
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
"THEN LET ME HELP HER! DRACO, TELL HER THE TRUTH!" Hermione screamed.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"WHY DOES THIS MATTER SO MUCH TO YOU?" Draco screamed back.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
"BECAUSE SHE IS YOUR MOTHER, DRACO, AND I CARE ABOUT YOU. AND I CARE ABOUT YOUR HAPPINESS. IF SHE ISN'T WELL, YOU'RE NOT TRULY HAPPY. BECAUSE I WANT US TO HAVE A FUTURE, AND I REFUSE TO HAVE A MOTHER-IN-LAW WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHO I REALLY AM, OR WHO SHE REALLY IS!" Hermione screamed before covering her mouth, a panicked look in her eyes.
"Not saying that we will get married? I mean, unless that is what you would want. Not saying that's what I want. I mean, it'd be great. But that doesn't mean it should happen. Not for a while though. Like, a long while, probably. But sti-" Her ranting was stopped as something smooshed hard against her mouth. It took her a moment to realize it was Draco's mouth against hers. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she reciprocated anyway.
She reached up, threaded her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, and pulled his hair lightly. He moaned hotly into her mouth, and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. Still hyped up from being angry, Hermione reached down and roughly pulled his hand up to her breast. Obviously still angry as well, he started palming it forcefully with the hand she had moved, and pulled her even closer against him with his other hand. Her hands trailed down from his hair, scratching down his neck and over his nipples, causing him to shudder and moan loudly. He broke away, and pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"Incendio," He said, pointing his wand at the fireplace, causing flames to jump up, and instantly heat the room.
He pulled her to him again, continuing the kiss. Together, they sunk into the carpet, Draco pulling her into his lap. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, and began to grind against the bulge in his pants. They both moaned loudly.
The knocking had stopped, that fact lost on the pair, more than it had been when it started.
"I'm still angry at you." She moaned hotly into his ear
"And I'm still angry at you." He said, biting her ear lobe.
"You know I'm right though." She gasped, as he lay them down, and flipped on top of her.
"We're not talking about that anymore, dear." He said pulling her dress and bra off in one swift, and magically assisted, movement.
"Why not, I'm known for multi-tasking." She said, grabbing her wand, and sending his clothes off to who knows where.
"Because I'm not concerned about this anymore. Time for both of us to stop talking." He said, pulling off her underpants, throwing them behind him. He kissed her again, reaching down and feeling that she was already dripping wet. Just to make sure, he slipped two fingers in, and started pumping in and out.
"Oh Merlin, Draco, I know you're trying to be thorough, but just fucking fuck me." Hermione practically yelled. Draco simply chuckled and kissed her on the nose. Without any warning, he thrust into her, both of them letting out strangled yells. There was no pomp and circumstance about it. Draco rutted endlessly into Hermione, causing both of them to let out endless streams of load moans. Hermione had reached in between them, and started rubbing herself, causing her to yell louder. In just a few short minutes, both of them were screaming out their release.
After cleaning up, they lay curled together in front of the fire.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, and trying to order you on what to do about your mother." Hermione said softly.
"It's alright, I'm sorry as well. You were just trying to advise me on how to improve my life," he nuzzled her neck, "I'll think about everything you said."
"Good." She sighed. They both settled into a comfortable silence, basking in the heat and the afterglow.
But they were startled out of their dazed state, someone was banging on the door.