Come Fly With Me
A/N: "Tell me when will you be mine? Tell me Quando, Quando, Quando?" (Quando is Portuguese/Italian for "when"). What a great song! And a great euphuism for… ;) "Quando Quando Quando" sung by Michael Bublé and Nelly Furtado is an excellent version.
This one's pure fluff. Enjoy.
Quando Quando Quando
Chapter 14
"A ferret though, really?" Hermione chuckled, in between Draco's repeated attacks.
"What? Don't you find them sexy?" He smirked, pushing her back into the couch cushions.
She tried to roll her eyes at him but it was difficult to do with his tongue in her mouth. She pushed him off, straightening her blouse. "A teddy bear would have sufficed. Thankfully Harry just thought you were being funny, and didn't link it to me."
"What's so wrong if he knew we were seeing each other?" He asked, his hands fiddling with the buttons on her top. She kept on buttoning them closed, as he kept trying to undo them.
"Nothing, eventually. I just need to ease him—and Ron—into it. Old grudges are hard to shake loose. I was thinking at Luna's wedding next week, if you came with me, we could tell them there."
"Is this your way of asking me to go to her wedding?" He grinned, giving up on her buttons and moving back up to capture her face in his hands.
"If you want to." She said, staring into his eyes.
He had such beautiful grey eyes, and he knew it. That was the problem with dating Malfoy. He used everything he had to his advantage to seduce her. First, he had invited her over to finally get a chance to see his library.
She had missed the opportunity three days ago, when Ginny gave birth. Then she had spent the weekend helping Mrs. Weasley help Ginny. She had cooed over the baby, and had almost no time to herself. She went to work that Monday determined to make up for leaving early. Her last appointment with Emalia went well. Emalia reported feeling good about her job, and one of her coworkers had even asked her out. Relationships of any kind were the best medicine for a person recovering from Azkaban. Whether it was family, friends, or a romantic interest, it always did the person good. Ema and Hermione made plans to go out for lunch that day, and they had agree to meet for lunch every Monday that followed. After lunch Hermione saw a myriad of patients, and it was past seven before she finally put away her white coat and shut off the lights to her office.
Getting home she found Luna and Draco in front of the telly.
"What—?" Hermione began, but closed her mouth. No, she rather not know.
"Hiya 'Moine, Draco stopped by for some company." Luna greeted, as Draco gave her the lazy wave.
I'll bet he did. "Have you eaten?" She asked both of them.
Luna replied in the affirmative and Draco the negative.
"I haven't either. I'll see what I can rummage."
She looked into her fridge. Because Hermione had spent the weekend helping Ginny and Harry, she hadn't had time to go grocery shopping. Luna never went grocery shopping, though she always gave Hermione money for it. The inside of her fridge resembled Crabbe and Goyle's heads: almost completely empty, and not enough of anything to put something decent together.
Draco was suddenly behind her, peering over her shoulder. "Right then. My place?"
"Have you gotten your flat already?"
"No, I'll be acquiring that later this week. I meant Malfoy Manor."
It was almost eight, on a work night. She shook her head.
"Go on Granger, I'll whip something up in the kitchens. Since I freed all the house elves, I'm the only one cooking these days."
She knew he had freed them but it still made her heart pang to hear it. "Did you say you would cook for us?"
He smiled. She was close to caving in. "Sure, I can make a decent sandwich, even boil pasta. Anyway, didn't you want to see my library? Now would be the time."
"Well," she looked back into her fridge. It was a wasteland in white. "Alright, give me a moment to change out of my work clothes."
Actually he thought she looked sexy in her white oxford shirt and cream slacks, but he stood aside and let her pass. They said goodbye to Luna and went downstairs to use the apartment's floo network.
True to his word, when they got to his place Draco took Hermione to the kitchens and managed to find some spaghetti, a jar of tomato sauce, and a package of frozen beef. She performed a thawing spell on the meat as he heated up the sauce, and put the spaghetti to boil. He threw the meat into the sauce, cut it up with a wooden spoon, chopped up a clove of garlic and an onion, and added it with some herbs to the meat. Within fifteen minutes his simple dinner was served. Two bowls of spaghetti in meat sauce; probably the least fancy dish ever made in those kitchens.
"Looks good." Hermione was grateful for anything to fill her grumbling stomach.
They sat at the kitchen counter table, where food was always prepared and never eaten, and enjoyed their meal. His parents would have been scandalized to see him eating there. Their ways were of the old world, and this was a new one. He was ready to adapt.
Afterwards they washed back the dinner with some wine and vanilla ice cream he had in his freezer. "Thankfully this stuff was enchanted to stay fresh, otherwise it would have gone bad years ago."
They had barely finished their dessert when Hermione was out of her seat, pulling his arm and asking for the library. This was fine with him because it was where he had planned out his next attack.
In the library Hermione squealed, something he hadn't thought her capable of, her eyes moving from one spot to the next, unable to take everything in but desperately trying. Alright, he agreed, his family's library was pretty astounding. It went up two stories, so there were moving ladders with wheels on every wall. The walls themselves were lined with bookcases top to bottom. If the walls were painted no one would ever know what colour they were. All that could be seen were brown shelves, and books of mostly sombre shades. Away from the walls, the centre of the room had a comfortable looking divan and two green armchairs across from it. A long wooden coffee table with gilded designs separated the divan from the chairs.
"I don't even know where to start!" She clapped her hands together in pure glee.
It was like being a child at Honeydukes, he thought. Granger couldn't have been happier. He felt his heart lurch for her, but put his hand to his chest and told himself to stay in control. Now was not the time for swooning over her. Now was the time to test her physical feelings for him. Not to mention test her control.
Hermione grabbed a book from the shelf and plopped herself down in one of the armchairs. That would not do.
"What are you reading? Show me the cover." He asked, sitting on the divan.
She showed it to him.
"I'm nearsighted." He lied. "Can you come here?"
She sighed, feeling impatient to look at the book Working Elfesfire Magic. She was sure this was a rare copy written by a Merlin apprentice. But, this was Draco's home and his book, and maybe if she played nice he would let her borrow it!
"Alright, here you are." She stuck the book in his face. He took it from her grasp and set it down on the table. "Give me a moment. You can borrow the blasted book if it makes you feel better."
Instantly appeased, she sat next to him and indicated she was listening.
The problem was he had nothing to say. He was just trying to get her to sit close to him, and now she was. With stage one completed, stage two of the attack was next:
He began with a question to distract her. "So, how's Potter and his wife and their baby doing?"
It was the right question. She began to enthusiastically describe her weekend with the budding family. He was listening, or half listening, but more importantly he was leaning into her so that she unconsciously leaned back into the divan, and she certainly didn't notice his arm going around her shoulders and his other hand circling her waist as she talked. He was just that smooth.
"And did they like my gift?" He murmured, practically leaning over her.
She was on the verge of questioning him about his little teddy joke when she became aware. Oh no, how had he trapped her like this without her even seeing it? She was unused to the ways of a man like him, but this was bordering on gross negligence on her part. She should have known, should have calculated when he invited her over, that this was what he was planning.
She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should stop him or let him get on with it. He felt a shot of desire course through him at the sight of her biting that lip. He wanted to bite it too now. He pressed his body into hers, and she sank back onto the divan, overwhelmed by his charge. With one last smug look of victory, Draco captured her lips, basking in the taste of conquest. He had her under him, and he wasn't going to let her go. Not that he was willing to take her by force. No. He would convince her with his mouth and hands that it was what she wanted as well.
Hermione would not be won over so easily, though. She pulled her lips from his, saying "You know, as pleased as I am that you sent them the gift, did you have to send them that?"
He ignored her, moving his mouth to her throat. The moans she emitted from his kisses then told him that he had found a sweet spot. He was getting aroused just by the sounds she was making. He attacked her throat more fervently, and Hermione thought she was going to slip out of control.
She could feel his, ahem, trouser snake pressing into her leg and she had to stop him before it was too late. She gave him a little push, and he looked up, meeting her eyes. Both sets of eyes were clouded over in lust, but neither had lost this battle yet.
"Why did you choose a ferret?" She asked when she had his attention
He chose to answer by seizing her mouth with his again.
"A ferret though, really?" Hermione chuckled, in between Draco's repeated attacks on her mouth.
"What? Don't you find them sexy?" He smirked, pushing her back into the couch cushions.
After some more tussling she had finally gotten his attention. She had asked him to Luna's wedding.
"Next week? I can fit it into my schedule."
"Great." She pulled herself up and dodged his groping hands. "I'm going home. You said I could borrow this." She grabbed her coveted book and dashed to the door.
He laughed, chasing after her, and caught her in the hallway, trapping her between his arms and the wall.
"Tell me Granger, when will you give in to me?"
She smiled coyly. "Most likely never. But the kissing I can always take."
He lowered his head to oblige but she ducked under his arm to escape.
"Just not tonight!" She called as she ran for the drawing room to the floo network.
He shook his head, admitting defeat, but for some reason he was grinning.
"Goodnight Granger." He called, and turned to walk in the other direction.
A/N: This one was fun to write. I hope I satisfied some of you for now. Did I? Let me know!
updated 2016