Yay! I finally uploaded my new story! I am SOO sorry it took so long, my internet is down! And whenever I need internet, it is for homework and stuff, sorry again!
I would like to dedicate this chapter to mellowenglishgal, thank you for letting me adopt this wonderful story! I know it's not my brainchild, but I'm definitely getting strong vibes off this one! I am so excited to be writing for ya'll.
So, on this chapter I get a bit of credit... ha-ha! Most credit still goes to the dedicatee, though!
SOOOO this chappy is just some fluff with a bit of a plot, I wanted to get a steady relationship going between Hermione and Draco before the REAL action starts next chapter! Halfway done with that, so should be up soon! Love ya all!
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After a lovely evening with Draco and a couple hours of sibling chat with Teddy, Hermione finally retired to her room.
She almost couldn't bring herself to take out the earrings, but she knew she had to clean them. She sighed, then quickly took them out, like ripping off a band aid. She stared admiringly at the pendants.
I'm really in over my head, she thought with a smile, not caring at all if she truly was or not. She really liked Draco, and there was no stopping that. She would see what the day held for her tomorrow, but as she looked through her closet and found a pair of particularly dirty pajamas, she saw exactly what she would be wearing when the Malfoys came over for dinner again. The excitement bubbled inside her.
Oh, this is gonna be gooood!
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Waking up from a wonderful night's sleep, Hermione stepped out of bed, fixed her morning hair into a quick messy bun swished to the side, and made her way to the kitchen, making sure to grab her robe to hide her pajamas.
These were meant for Draco's eyes only.
It had been a three days since her date with Draco, and unfortunately she hadn't been able to see him since. She had spent the day after sleeping and reading, though she couldn't focus with all her thoughts absorbed with her new boyfriend. She got giddy just thinking about him. The day after this Draco had to go to his parent's friend's house to keep their daughter occupied all day. She felt jealousy boil in just thinking about it, but always felt better thinking about the letter he sent saying all he talked about was his beautiful girlfriend the whole day. That must have set Astoria back a bit.
She walked out of her room.
She didn't know what is was, but a heavenly smell was coming from the kitchen. She glided towards it with her nose in the air.
When she finally arrived, the sight in front her caused her to gasp.
Sitting in the middle of the island was a giant plate of cinnamon rolls, the sugary drizzle causing to lick her lips. But the people in the seats are what surprised her.
Draco was sitting in one of the tall chairs, Teddy sitting next to him, and they both had cinnamon rolls sitting in front of them. They were in the middle of laughing at something that was obviously very funny, because their faces were facing the sky as they laughed.
Draco was dressed in a sexy white muscle shirt, his defined abs rippling. Hermione loved the view. He also wore a pair of green pajama pants, simple flip-flops on his feet. He appeared as if he had just rolled out of bed, his hair tousled and bright eyes making him look absolutely delicious.
Teddy had a similar appearance, but looked as if he had literally rolled out of bed. All he had on were a pair of boxers.
"Teddy, really! Do you walk around all the time in boxers?"
The boys turned toward her. Draco's eyes gleaming. Teddy just rolled his eyes.
"Mummy dear and dad decided to take Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy to an antique fair. Said they'll be there all day, so I invited Draco over…"
He gave her a mischievous look.
"…Though I won't be able to entertain him all day, for I have plans with Marilis. You wouldn't mind helping me with that, would you Hermione?"
She only glared at him.
"Not at all, Theodore."
"Great!" He exclaimed, moving his hands to his breakfast, tearing of a particularly gooey part and jamming it in his mouth. Hermione rolled her eyes. Boys.
Draco followed suit, and Hermione grabbed some orange juice and decided for just one roll. She moved to sit in the chair next to Draco. They made small talk while they ate, pushing each other around and shouting out offensive things that only made them laugh harder.
Hermione picked up their dishes and carried them to the sink. She laughed at something Teddy said, but as she turned on the water to wash them, she felt something behind her…
"Aaaaahhh!" She shrieked, dropping the plates and twisting around in the arms that had grabbed her side. That was her ticklish spot, so if the hands, Draco's hands, had been placed anywhere else, she wouldn't have had such a satisfying reaction.
"Ticklish?" Draco chuckled, moving his fingers and causing Hermione to gasp and her eyes to start watering.
"No", she whimpered, but it didn't matter. She was caught.
Teddy smiled at the preoccupied couple. Hermione's laughs filled the air, Draco rarely-heard laugh joining in. Theodore Nott was simple not needed here.
Silently as he could, Teddy crept out of the kitchen, making his way to his bedroom.
Finally, after Hermione's face was wet with tears, Draco let up. He moved his hands to push against the counter on either side of her, smiling down at the beauty in front of him. Hermione stilled giggled as she wiped the tears from her eyes, finally noticing him staring.
"What do you want?" she asked him gleefully, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. His eyes moved down at the glimpse of lace that caught his eye. His stare widened.
Never in his life had he seen a sexier sight.
She was wearing a strapless nightgown that barely hit her upper thigh. Two black lacy bra cups covered her round breasts, the intricate design daring him to look longer. The silky, forest green skirt was attached to the bottom of them, flowing down her curves. His favorite part was the bow tied neatly between the cups. One could see that the ribbon curved on the top of the cups all around the dress, meaning if he pulled that bow… the whole thing came off.
Draco Malfoy had never been more tempted in his life.
He groaned as he looked back into her eyes.
"This was for me, wasn't it?"
"Indeed it was, Mr. Malfoy", she replied with an icy smile, sensing exactly what her little getup was doing to him. His erection pressed against her leg, and she bit back a gasp. Now was not the time to act like some inexperienced virgin.
He slowly leaned down, and she had the pleasant impression he was going to kiss her, but his mouth passed her and latched onto her lobe. That made her gasp.
"How very smart of you, Miss Granger", he replied lowly, clearing upping his sex appeal, nipping at the erotic skin.
A throat cleared behind them.
They both turned their heads, Malfoy moving slightly to the left so he could see Teddy clearly. That gave Teddy a good look at his sister's sleep attire.
"My, my, sister dearest. I didn't know you had it in you."
Hermione blushed, smiling sheepishly at the ground. She had gotten this without her mother's help, to her relief, and she wasn't fond of the whole family knowing of her fetish for lingerie pajamas.
"I'll be off, then", Teddy said nonchalantly. He had gone to his room to change, wearing a white t-shirt under a classic, beaten up, brown leather jacket. Jeans covered his polka-dot boxers, and he simply threw a pair of Sperry's onto his feet.
"Have fun", Hermione sighed, trying to discreetly pull her robe closer to her.
"You too", Teddy said with a wink; though his meaning was perfectly clear from the way he said it, even without the wink.
Hermione rolled her eyes as he walked away. She let a breath out when she heard the door close.
"We just can't catch a break, can we?" Draco sighed, leaning his body into Hermione's.
"Never", she replied back softly.
"So what do you want to do today?" he asked, kissing her cheek and returning to his abandoned chair. Hermione just pushed herself onto the counter.
"Spa day?" she joked with a grin, watching him chuckle and roll his eyes.
"No, I did that yesterday, Hermione. Any other ideas?" he sarcastically said back, watching as Hermione jokily put a finger onto her chin, pretending like she was thinking.
"Hmmmm", she hummed, her eyes roaming over his body suggestively. He smirked.
"Well we could…" Hermione trailed off, deciding instead to jump off the counter and walk nonchalantly toward the stairs. Before she left the kitchen she looked back at her beau.
"Coming?" she asked ever so lightly, letting her robe slide from her shoulders and fall in the entry. She smiled again and pranced off.
"Oh, it's on", Draco mumbled under his breath, getting his pants in check and followed behind her.
When he left the doorway of the kitchen, Hermione was nowhere to be seen. But he could hear her giggling up the stairs. He took them two at a time, then turned to walk toward her room.
When he turned the corner that led to her and Theo's rooms, something jumped on his back. Legs wrapped around his waist and he could feel teeth latch onto his ear lobe, sucking and nipping intimately.
"You really are a lioness, aren't you?" he moaned, his large hands wrapping around her arms, which had themselves enfolded around his broad shoulders. Hermione giggled and dropped to her feet. Draco used his hold on her arms to spin her in front of him and planted his lips on hers. She responded with fervor.
They walked backwards, lips not parting, until Hermione's back felt a door. Her hand hurriedly found the doorknob and pushed them inside.
Hands were everywhere; pushing, pulling, burying in each other's hair. Their lips parted and pressed against each other, tongues twisting together in an erotic dance. Hermione's back again hit something that landed at the small of her back. Her eyebrows drew together. I don't have any furniture like that…
She managed to pull her lips away for a second, Draco not even waiting and starting to suck at her neck. Hermione fought to keep her eyes open, looking around what she thought was her room. It was Teddy's room.
Her back was pressed against his grand piano he liked to play. What a great idea…
Using Draco's shoulders for support, she pushed herself on top of it and returned to his lips.
How many people can say they've made out on top of their brother's grand piano? Not a lot!
The pure excitement of doing something adventurous electrified Hermione's insides. She really wasn't the outgoing type, but that moment she realized she had really come out of her shell since coming to live with the Notts.
She smiled into the kiss.
Draco pushed between her legs, moving his hands so one was on the back of her neck, the other on the small of her back, pushing. Hermione gasped.
His erection was pressed tightly against her core. Hermione shivered in ecstasy, shoving her hands deeper in his silver hair thrusting her hips against his. She loved it.
Draco moaned with surprise at her forward movement, but quickly mimicked her action. He moved his mouth to her neck.
"You are so hot, baby, you know that?" he growled against her skin, causing her to shiver again. She had never been talked to dirty before. It turned her on. A lot.
She stretched her head up, wanting Draco to continue his affective ministrations, whimpering her pleasure to him.
"Do you like this, me humping you against a piano?" He snarled, biting against her skin. It caused Hermione to scream, but in a pleasurable way, the pain of the intended move only registering as ecstasy.
Draco could feel her center getting warmer against his. He smiled evilly.
"Hmm, so dirty talk turns you on, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He chuckled, Hermione against clutching his hair and thrusting her hips forward.
"Oh, Draco, that feels so good!" She exclaimed, surprised she could even form words.
Their lips met again, smashing against each other in an almost painful way, but all they disclosed were that their lips were once again touching. They couldn't get enough of each other.
So, naturally, that was the best time for the door bell to ring.
Hermione pulled away, resting her forehead on his, him sighing, his warm breath fanning her face.
"Even when we're alone…" Draco trailed off, taking a baby step backwards and pulling Hermione lightly off the piano. That really was fun, she thought, following Draco out of Teddy's room with a longing look at the once annoying piano.
Next time Teddy woke her up by playing the piano, she would definitely get him back.
They made their way downstairs hand in hand, giving each other wishful side glances and occasionally stop for a quick peck before anything got out of hand.
Before they reached the door, Hermione quickly excused herself to grab her robe that she saw out of the corner of her eye, already knowing whoever was outside that door was not going to see her in this.
Draco walked ahead of her, which a split second later, she knew that wasn't a good decision.
"What are you doing here?" she heard him growl. She frantically tried to pull her robe on and speed-walk to the door, now dying to know who it was.
"I want to see Hermione! What are you doing here, ferret?"
One second thought, maybe she didn't. She inwardly groaned. Not him, of all people.
She reached the door, and it only took a snip of red hair for her to know who was trying to push past Draco.
"Ron! What are you doing here?"
"Hermione! I came to see you! Now tell the ferret to go back a play with Theodore", he tried to snarl, but it came out sounding as if he had an itch in his throat.
"Theo isn't here", Draco successfully snarled, moving backwards slightly to grab a hold of Hermione's hand. "I'm here with Hermione."
Ron upper lip twitched, and his glare swiveled to Hermione, but his eyes widened.
"What is that?" he nearly shrieked, pointing his finger to her robe loosely hanging on her shoulder, forgotten in the excitement. She immediately remembered, pulling the sides together and knotting the string.
"Nothing for you to see", she said in an irritated tone, clearly not happy with her "friend's" visit. "How could you even think I would want to hang out with you after what you said? Do you know how hurt I was?" She was nearly screaming at him by the end. Draco had to resist the urge to punch the redhead. Nobody hurt his girl.
Ron looked taken aback.
"Hurt? Hermione, you're not thinking straight! This is Malfoy! He has to be planning something! I was warning you, and you need to listen!"
"Warning me?" Hermione shrieked, stepping away from the security of Draco and taking a step closer to the new bane of her existence. "You insulted my intelligence! You insulted my family! And you even dropped low enough to insult my boyfriend!"
"Boyfriend!" Ron spat, glaring at Draco. "Hermione, I am supposed to be your boyfriend! We were best friends for 6 years, and then you kissed me! Just because you got a new family doesn't…"
Ron went quiet for a second, then his eyes lit up, his face forming an understanding face. He again grabbed for Hermione, this time succeeding. She protested, and Draco took steps forward. Then Ron crossed the line. He kissed her.
Draco froze. That was his girl. His. Girl. He pushed the red away from his eyes, not wanting to do anything that would upset Hermione. He cared for her too much. He lightly grabbed Hermione's shoulders and tugged with amazing strength, yet not squeezing Hermione painfully. He took her hand and yanked her behind him, staring at the bewildered look on Ron's face.
"Hermione, I get it now! Your family is making you date him!" He looked very pleased with himself, smiling huge at Hermione, waiting for her to run to his arms and thank him for freeing her. No such luck. Draco rolled his eyes. What an idiot.
"Her family is not making her date me, you dolt!" Draco spat at him, feeling pure fury. Hermione tightened her hand on his, trying to keep him at bay.
The two men stared at each other, neither daring to back down. Both of them wanted to scream "SHE'S MINE" but Draco wasn't willing to argue over Hermione in front of her. He knew she would disapprove. He would have to do that on his own time.
"Ron, you need to go", Hermione said from behind Draco, his large frame guarding her from the Weasel's view.
"No, Hermione—"
"She said leave", Draco said in an eerily calm voice, his Slytherin scowl and cold stare not leaving room for any other opposition.
Ron frowned back, looking over his shoulder to see if Hermione would stop him. After a moment of silence, Ron turned on his heel and stormed away, slamming her front door in his anger.
The house seemed to vibrate from the collision.
Draco felt Hermione relax her body against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. She let out an exasperated sigh.
"Are you ok, love?" he asked softly, reaching one arm backwards to soothingly stroke her thigh. She sighed again.
"No."
"Please talk to me", Draco pleaded tenderly, not wanting to push her but hating to hear she was distraught. He felt his hand being taken and was pulled toward the stairs, where they sat. Just like the first time.
Draco sat first, pulling Hermione to sit on his lap. She rested to forehead against his. She kissed him chastely, and gathering up his willpower, he didn't push her any farther, just returned the kiss and remained silent.
"Remember when he cornered me at the fair?" She started.
"How could I forget?" Draco grunted. It was in that moment he knew he would cherish her, he hated to see her crying over someone as ridiculous as Weasley. Hermione laughed slightly.
"Well, I know that I didn't want to tell you what he said, but I didn't want to put a damper on our date." Draco lifted his girlfriend's chin up, looking into her eyes with love. But all he saw in hers was a battle. He understood. She had all her feelings about the hurtful encounter bottled up, and it was killing her trying to keep them in, even if it wasn't that long ago. His face softened even more, knowing the feeling. Hermione laughed dryly.
"I know this can't even compare to when this happened to you. You had to hold it in for years and I can't even manage three days!" Her eyes got glassy and one tear leaked out, rolling down her cheek. Draco leaned his head forward to kiss it away, then sliding his lips across her cheek to lightly kiss her lips as well.
"It ok, baby, I'll understand. What did he say to you?"
Hermione looked at him through the Nott's signature brown eyes.
"Well… he saw me at the fair. With you", Hermione took one deep breath, then closed her eyes and told him the rest of the story. "He asked what I was doing with you. I told him I was on a date. He mocked me, saying you only wanted my family's money and estates, you didn't care about me. I told him he was wrong, that we truly liked each other, and my family's wealth has nothing to do with our relationship. Again, he wouldn't let himself see I was having fun, instead attacking my intellect, saying I was clearly under some spell or afraid of what my family would think of me if I acted like I had before and just dated him. He was just telling me how naive I was being, that I could just come and hide with him at the Burrow, when you showed up."
By the end, tears were streaming down her face, yet surprisingly her speech didn't slur, still perfectly understandable. All Draco had to do was wrap Hermione in his arms for her to start bawling. She turned her head into his shirt and wailed.
"Why?... He's my best friend!... I can't believe he did that… Draco, I'm so sorry!"
Draco just shushed her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and kissing her neck, trying to calm her down. Yet on the inside he felt anything but calm. How could a supposed best friend hurt her like this? Had he no heart? Draco wanted to go find the bastard and kick him where it hurts, but again, he knew Hermione wouldn't like it, only give her temporary satisfaction, if even that.
Hermione quieted down after a couple minutes, rocking herself in his arms. Hermione's thought process wasn't calming her down at all, despite her outside appearances.
He must think I am so selfish! He went through so much… and by himself! I can't believe I'm doing this to him! Oh, Draco, I'm so sorry!
"Why don't we go do something? To get your mind off this?"
Hermione's thoughts were instantly gone, her wonderful new boyfriend's face all she could think about. She simply nodded, letting him lift her to her feet, then again embracing him in a hug. Draco chuckled lightly, lifting her up under her knees and cradling her.
"Why don't we go get some lunch, hmm? I know a place that has the most amazing pasta…"
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"I promise I will be back, Tony", Draco laughed at the restaurant owner, his arm wrapped around Hermione's waist and the other hand waving at the proprietor of "Pureblood Pizzeria", a family-owned Wizarding restaurant that apparently catered many parties the Malfoys had at their Italy villa.
Yes, Draco had Apparated Hermione to Italy for this special lunch, also paying the check. The pasta truly had been amazing, Tony said he prepared it himself. Hermione almost laughed. The Malfoys seemed to know the most helpful people.
"So you liked it?" Draco asked her, moving to open the door for her so they could walk around the strip mall, much like Diagon Alley. Hermione nodded fervently.
"That was amazing!" She said happily, taking Draco's hand and entwining their fingers.
She had forgotten about Ron for the moment, so she dreaded the thought of going back home where her temporary relief would come to an end. But for now, she just enjoyed her boyfriend's company. She loved the smell of the vineyard the mall was hidden behind, a strong shield of magic making the shopping center blend in with the surrounding grapes.
"Good", Draco smiled, then blushed. This didn't go unnoticed by his girlfriend.
"What?" She said with a mischievous smile, poking him in the side. He laughed.
"When I was a kid, Tony would always say one day I would take a beautiful girl to his restaurant for a date."
Hermione blushed at this.
"I don't believe I hardly count as beautiful…" she said quietly, her cheeks turning a rosy red.
"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met", Draco said with a silky smooth voice, kissing her hair and squeezing her hand.
They walked calmly for a while, looking around them at the happy Italians and looking into tiny shop windows.
Draco could tell she loved it here. The warm air and happy atmosphere were very intoxicating; he could easily understand.
Hermione pulled him in to little shops, exploring the cabinets of vast Wizarding antiques and telling Draco interesting facts she could pull of the top of her head. He only smiled at her, loving the way she could get so carried away with the smallest things. He ended up buying her a ring that had an ancient stone on the top that was supposed to help concentrate magic, after she went on and on about the amazing properties of such an object. He would give that to her later.
They continued down the streets, the common Italian shop owners' yelling at him in Italian, asking him how he was and where he had snagged such a gorgeous girl. He only laughed and replied back in perfect Italian, then would kiss Hermione to show his love. The old shop keepers would congratulate him and demand he come back with her.
"It really is beautiful", Hermione told him in a soft voice, braiding a flower she received into her hair and bringing his attention back to the present. He looked down at her.
The low sun shined off of her creamy skin, making her glow. Her hair looked as if it had ivory bouncing on the top, mixing with her caramel and chocolate layers. Her lips were plump and dusky rose color, begging for his mouth.
Draco pulled them toward a tree on top of a hill, which overlooked the small village and the surrounding vineyard.
Using his wand, he transfigured tree branches into an earthy swing, only big enough for one. Draco sat, and then patted his lap, smiling at her.
Giggling, she sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest.
They sat perfectly for a while, staring at the setting sun. The scent of the grapes was strong, and the orange sky was breathtaking.
But not more than her eyes.
She stared at him through her sepia eyes, finding his eyes already on her. She gave him a simple closed-lip smile, managing to make it look like the best grin in the world. Her eyes flitted to his lips, licked her lips, then back up to his eyes.
His lips smashed against hers. She was tempting him, he knew, yet she made it look so innocent.
She moved her lips against his, pushing yet pulling at the same time. Her mouth parted, and her tongue escaped to pry at his own. He opened without hesitance. Maybe most guys wouldn't admit it, but every guy knew it; it was the hottest thing to be dominated. It always went that the man was the dominant, that's what made the opposite role-play so forbidden and erotic.
Hermione knew what she was doing to him. She put her head above his, made him work for her lips. She moved her hands to cup his neck, pushing it towards hers and forcing his body to follow suit. He smiled into the kiss.
What a minx.
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They stared down at the small house.
The plan was simple, really.
One person snuck in, obviously the sneakier one, and then the other(s) would be watch-out.
Their wands were charmed so that if one saw trouble on either end, they said a simple spell and were immediately Apparated to the safe house.
But it wouldn't be necessary. This plan had been months in the making, even before the mudblood became a pureblood. Who was she to think it was all over?
It was never over, and they were going to prove it.
May the Dark Lord's reign live on forever.
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Curious, right? I decided to add that little bit in for a hint about the big problem about to hit Hermione! Poor girl, but there's gotta be a plot somewhere!
Please review and tell me how im doing, I would love some insight!
Also, leave a review if you have a guess about what the "big problem" is going to be, and I will dedicate the next chapter to the closest guess! Thanks!
With love,
~Terra