Wandlore Wordsmithes & Betas Dramione One-Shot Writing Competition
Entry: Sponsored by Ms. Granger (Number 11)
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Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Dramione
Trigger Warnings: None
Sponsored by Ms. Granger
Beep! Beep! Draco's wand had gone off. Draco opened his eyes and yawned. It was time for his first meeting with his muggle tolerance sponsor. Sitting up in bed, he looked around his bedroom and thought about all that had led him to this point in his life.
After spending a year in Azkaban for crimes he had committed as a Death Eater, Draco had spent another year enrolled in the Re-education Center for Children of Death Eaters. The program was started to help those who had been brought up to believe that muggleborns and muggles were beneath wizards and witches. Draco had always been told that he was far superior to most witches and wizards, because of his pureblood ancestry. Now he had learned that he had been brainwashed to hate, and that all wizards were equals, regardless of blood status. Draco easily adapted to these ideals as he had already began to realize this during his 6th year at Hogwarts. He determined that a majority of what he was brought up to believe was not founded on truth, especially when that swotty bitch, Hermione Granger continued to beat him for top grades every year. It didn't matter though; he was already marked as a Death Eater and would do anything in his power to keep his family safe from the wrath of the Dark Lord.
Draco was lucky to have received only a year-long sentence and mandatory "re-education" as his punishment for his crimes and involvement with the Death Eaters. He would soon be done serving his sentence, with only his year of "probation" left. He was feeling confident and hopeful about his future, and happy to once again join wizard society.
Climbing out of bed, Draco stumbled to the bathroom and began to clean up for his first meeting with his sponsor. He knew she was a young witch based on the letter he had received, which had been sent to notify him of the day and time to meet at the Ministry of Magic for his sponsor pairing. He decided he wanted to look his best, hoping that his sponsor was fit and he might be able to have a bit of "fun" since he would have to meet with this woman twice a week for the next year. Draco, being incredibly handsome and quite the playboy, was used to being fawned over by females. Even at the re-education center, he was popular with the females, both residents and staff. He had shagged just about every attractive female at the center. He had enjoyed himself immensely, but never found much of a connection with any of the women he had bedded over the year.
Stepping out of the steaming, hot shower, Draco toweled off and combed his hair. After using a drying charm on his hair, Draco dabbed on his favorite cologne. Pulling on his fitted grey V-neck sweater and dark denim jeans, he gave himself a once over thinking that he looked good. His platinum blond locks fell in just the right way, showcasing his silver-grey eyes. Draco slipped on his coat and shoes and gave himself one last look in the mirror. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wand and apparated to the Ministry of Magic.
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As Draco made his way through the Ministry of Magic, he couldn't help but notice the stares coming from every direction. Chin up and sneer on, he walked with purpose towards the Auror headquarters. As he approached the lift that would take him up the proper floor, he heard a few witches whispering behind him. He turned and they blushed as he winked at them saying, "Good morning, ladies," in his most seductive tone. He was pleased with their reaction thinking I still have it! Even a year in Azkaban and a year at the re-education center wasn't enough to break the Malfoy charm.
As Draco walked off the lift and approached the door to the Auror headquarters, he could see his two friends just inside the office. Gregory Goyle and Theo Nott were mid-conversation when Draco entered the room. "Well if it isn't Slytherin's prince," Nott snickered.
"Shut it, Nott. You're such a wanker," Draco responded. "We are a few years passed Hogwarts, don't you think that it's time to grow up?"
"Grow up?! Not if I can help it," answered Goyle with a conspiratorial look towards Nott.
There was nothing they enjoyed more than messing with the younger Malfoy. As they laughed on, the Minister of Magic entered the waiting room. Suddenly aware of an additional presence, the three men and the rest of the individuals in the waiting room looked up, directing their attention to Minister Shacklebolt.
"Good morning, ladies and gentleman. In a few moments, we will introduce you to your sponsors. Before we begin, I would like to congratulate all of you on completing the residential portion of your re-education. We welcome you back into wizarding society, and look forward to the continued cooperation of our statue of secrecy." By this point, Draco had stopped listening and was instead checking out the shapely legs and arse of a young auror who was speaking to one of her colleagues. Her back was turned to Draco, so he couldn't see her face, but he could tell she was fit with the way the rest of the male aurors looked at her from around the office. He was suddenly brought back to the words of the minister as he heard his name.
"Mr. Draco Malfoy will be working with Auror Hermione Granger, and finally, Mr. Gregory Goyle will be working with Auror Harry Potter."
Fuck. Hermione Granger. It couldn't be possible.
With that, he noticed the female auror he had been checking out before was turning around and walking towards him. Her hair was full of smooth, dark waves and her golden brown eyes had locked on his. He quickly glanced over at Nott, who was now talking to Auror Ernie Macmillan. He must've been paired with Macmillan when Draco was preoccupied with checking out Granger's arse. Off to his left, Goyle was stiffly shaking hands with Harry Potter. Draco suddenly realized that he at least wouldn't have to spend his next year hanging out with Potter or Macmillan, but he was still left with Gryffindor's swotty princess and "the brightest witch of their age", which would be its own special kind of torture.
Granger. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Involuntarily, he sneered. "Wipe that stupid sneer off your face, Malfoy. I don't have time for this. I have a lot planned and I want to get this over with as painlessly as possible," said Hermione, all business. Draco was completely taken aback by her no nonsense attitude. Clearly, Hermione Granger had changed a lot in the last 2+ years he had seen her. He couldn't help but be attracted to her and that bothered him. Could he, Draco Malfoy, pureblood Slytherin, possibly be attracted to the muggle-born Gryffindor witch? Sweet Salazar! he thought. I'm attracted to Hermione Granger. I can't date Granger, but I can flirt with her, and I can sleep with her. Another conquest! I am going to shag the hell out of Hermione Granger. He had decided that if he was going to actually make this work, he better change his tactics and quickly!
Softening the sneer into more of a smirk, he replied confidently, "Sorry, Ms. Granger. Truly I meant no harm. You are looking quite well, I might add." He winked at her and continued, "I am looking forward to working with you and completing this last part of my sentence. If there is anything I can do to make this less of a burden for you, by all means, let me know. I hope we will be able to have an enjoyable time together as you help me to reacclimatize into wizarding society. I am grateful for this opportunity to prove that I have changed my wicked ways." He licked his lips and Hermione couldn't help but notice the supple fullness of his bottom lip. She immediately snapped back to attention.
"Well, Malfoy, I-"
"Call me Draco," he interjected.
"Draco-" The words rolled off her tongue like syrup.
She liked the way it felt to say his name. He liked the way it sounded. He couldn't help but think about the fact that he would eventually have her saying it again, but while she was underneath him as he thrusted into her. Again, he redirected his attention and adjusted himself to hide the stiffness he felt growing in his pants. He began to think of anything to make it go down, quidditch, acromantulas, Granger's ass-No!, dementors, dementors, dementors!
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They walked down the street to access the apparition point. Hermione had told him they were required to meet three times a week. She felt that Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays would work best for them and would accommodate her work schedule. Since it was Saturday, she had a full day planned, and Draco agreed to go along with whatever she had planned. Hermione and Draco apparated to Diagon Alley, and walked through the archway leading them towards muggle London.
"Granger, where they hell are you taking me? Tell me where we are going," Draco sputtered as she guided him down the street. "Lunch, "she replied evenly. She didn't know how well sushi would go over with him, so she decided to surprise him. They had spent most of their morning going over the required forms necessary to begin Hermione's role as sponsor for Draco.
As they walked along, Draco realized he hadn't brought any muggle money along. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, Draco pulled Hermione's arm turning her to face him. He was blushing somewhat, which Hermione found both unnerving and adorable. She had never seen Draco Malfoy blush. "Granger, I haven't got any muggle money. We need to go back to Diagon Alley so I can convert some of my money to muggle money." He dropped his gaze as he spoke. Never in his life had Draco been without the means to purchase something, save for his time in Azkaban. It made him uncomfortable. Hermione giggled, which made Draco even more uncomfortable. He thought to himself, how could he possibly woo her out of that skirt if he couldn't even pay for her meal? "Draco, I can pay for it, it's not a big deal. We will be meeting again after this, you can just pay for me next time." This time, Hermione winked and began laughing at his shocked and outraged expression. "You think you're going to pay for me?!" The outrage was evident in his voice.
"Granger, don't you-"
"Call me Hermione, Draco."
"What? Hermi-wait! That wasn't what we were talking about! You aren't buying us lunch, I am!"
"Draco, it's really not a big deal. I-"
"It is to me, Hermione. I want to go to Gringotts. Please."
Now it was Hermione's turn to be shocked. Never would she have imagined that Draco Malfoy would have said please to her. With that, she grabbed his hand and they began walking the opposite way, back towards Diagon Alley. Draco noticed how soft and warm her hand felt as it linked with his. He looked down at their interlocked hands and smiled, letting himself be dragged along as they headed towards Diagon Alley.
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An hour later, Draco and Hermione were seated at Sushi Bar Atariya. Draco had never had sushi before, so Hermione had taken the liberty of ordering a few of her favorite types of sushi, sushi rolls, tempura, and teriyaki chicken. When the first order of tuna maki arrived, Draco shuddered. "Grang-I mean, Hermione, we are going to eat raw fish? I don't think I can eat raw fish. Bloody hell! That's disgusting." Draco grimaced at the small pink filets lying on balls of rice.
"Is the wicked death eater afraid of a little raw fish," Hermione laughed. "I would have assumed you were a bit tougher than that, Draco. Go on. Eat it. You'll like it." The way her grin curled up and her eyes brightened as she spoke gave Draco that boost of confidence he needed. "Love, you have no idea just how wicked I can be," replied Draco, staring directly into Hermione's eyes. Dipping his sushi into his soy sauce he popped the piece of sushi into his mouth, swallowed, and licked his lips. His eyes were a stormy grey and locked into Hermione's. Her breath hitched, only for a moment, with the intensity of his gaze. Fuck. Hermione realized at that moment, they were flirting, and she liked it. A lot. She broke his gaze and took a swig of her beer, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. There was something about Draco Malfoy. She knew he was intelligent, but always a complete prat. Now she had found that he was less obnoxious and actually rather charming. Somewhere along the line, he had also gone from handsome, to sexy as hell. She was in trouble.
As the different dishes came, Draco gained more confidence as he realized he actually quite enjoyed the sushi. As they ate, Hermione talked about what she had been up to after the war, and Draco listened attentively. He found her to be fascinating. She was witty and as clever as she had always been, but this brilliant witch was also fiery and passionate, and Draco found her more and more appealing the longer they conversed. He realized that he was truly pleased that he would get to see her again, and relatively frequently due to their current arrangement. Again, he was shocked at how drawn he was to Hermione Granger. If he hadn't already known he would be seeing her again, he probably would've asked her out again. The idea that he had any feelings beyond wanting to shag this woman was unusual to him and he didn't want her to realize just how much he was enjoying her company. He hoped that she was interested in him in the same way he was finding himself interested in her.
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Once they had finished their meal, they had strolled back to Diagon Alley. Draco had suggested they stop and get dessert at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He had ordered strawberry chocolate chip ice cream, his favorite flavor. Hermione had ordered the butterbeer ice cream. They sat across from each other continuing their conversation and flirting unabashedly, when Draco noticed Hermione had a bit of melted ice cream on her lip. Reaching across to her mouth, he dragged his thumb across her lip, smirking as he wiped away the dribble of ice cream. Again, Hermione found her breath hitching and her cheeks flushing as Draco put his thumb between his lips, licking off the ice cream he had removed from the corner of her mouth, his stormy grey eyes looking directly into her sparking amber ones. The silence between them was thick, and for a moment, everything around them disappeared. It was within that moment where Draco decided he had to taste those sweet lips for himself. He leaned across in his seat and gently pressed his lips to hers, parting them ever so slightly and dragging the tip of his tongue across her lower lip, bringing forth the sweetest sigh he had ever heard. As her lips parted, his tongue slipped in and they were kissing each other, passion building as their tongues collided. She tasted like the sweet butterbeer ice cream she had been eating and he wanted more. His hand slid into her soft, wavy hair as he drew her in closer.
"Holy shit! Draco?!" Theodore Nott had spotted his friend with his lips locked onto Hermione's. Immediately, Draco and Hermione broke apart, panting slightly from the intensity of the kiss they just shared. "I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean to interrupt anything!" Nott was trying to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help but guffaw at what he had just witnessed, his best friend, Slytherin's former prince, making out with Gryffindor's perfect former princess. It was too goo to be true, and he couldn't wait to tell Goyle what he had just witnessed. "I'll let you to get on with whatever you were doing before," he chuckled. "Talk to you later, Draco." Nott walked off, continuing to laugh as he walked away.
Hermione's cheeks had turned a deep shade of red as she swallowed the incredible embarrassment she felt at being caught in the position that she was in. She was a professional, and she was technically working. What would her superiors think if they had seen this, and in public! She had to leave.
Draco reached out for Hermione's hand and said, "Maybe we should go back to my place, have some wine, and continue where we left off?" His lips had turned up into a cheeky smile as he pulled her up from her seat. He knew he had this in the bag. He could feel it. She wanted him; she had totally just shown him with that kiss.
Hermione, pulled her hand out of his and stuttered, " I- I- I really sh- should be getting home. I'll owl you about our next meeting. Bye!" She had turned and briskly walked away. "Hermione, wait!" Draco called after her as she walked away from him, away from the moment. "Dammit, Nott, you fucking prat!" Draco huffed under his breath. Theodore Nott, that fucking arsehole had just spoiled a perfectly good moment. Draco was pissed. Hermione had walked away so quickly, clearly embarrassed. He decided to let her go. He would see her again in four days. He would send an owl tonight, thanking her for spending the day with him, and apologizing for what had happened. This wasn't over yet. He would taste those lips again. He wasn't giving up Hermione Granger.
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