Ron and Pansy had been bickering all afternoon. Hermione placed two fingers to her temple and tried to drown them out. They were starting to give her a headache.
"You honestly think that I've been faking this whole time!" Pansy shirked. "You think I'm just pretending to be nice."
"Yeah, I do," Ron countered. He folded his arms over his chest.
"Do you think that Draco is pretending too? Or is it just me?" cried Pansy. Her face was flushed from irritation.
Ron pointed to Draco, "I – uh – he's different!"
Pansy threw her hands up in the air. "Why would I pretend, then?"
Ron scowled at her. "I don't know. Maybe you want something from us."
"What could I possibly want from you?" Pansy cried.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Ron said harshly, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, shut up," Draco groaned. He placed his head in his hands, "The pair of you!"
Hermione nodded in agreement. "How can you two fight about everything?"
Both Ron and Pansy stood there, tightlipped. Neither said anything, only scowled.
"Daddy!" James shouted as he entered the room. Harry lifted his head and looked at his son. Scorpius had followed James into the room. "Can Scorp sleep over again?"
Harry looked towards Draco and then to his son. James' eyes were pleading with his father. Harry sighed and then softly said, "It's fine with me. How about you, Malfoy? Do you mind if your son spends the night at my house?"
Draco shook his head, "Not at all. Scorpius had a wonderful time last time he stayed at your house,"
The two boys jumped and screamed in excitement. They were still screaming as they ran out of the room.
Hermione looked over at Draco, who was grinning slyly at her. He wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively and Hermione blushed. She turned away trying to hid it from the others in the room.
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When they landed outside of Hermione's house, she instantly knew something was wrong. Something seemed to throw off the safe feeling of being home.
She looked up at Draco. By his calm facial expression, Hermione knew he didn't sense anything odd.
Cautiously, Hermione walked up to the door and slowly walked into her house. She peeked around into the living room and her blood froze.
In front of her fireplace, stood Lucius Malfoy. She moved to grab her wand from her pocket. As she did so, Draco shouted, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Lucius, very calmly, said, "I wanted to speak with you, son." Lucius curled up his lip at Hermione before continuing, "I heard about – your new conquest."
A growl erupted from Draco's throat. Hermione had never been frightened of Draco before, but she was now. He looked menacing. His stance was stiff and predatory. But his face, his face was what was truly terrifying. His upper lips curled up slightly and his eyes looked like they were on fire.
Hermione had had her doubts about Draco having the capacity to kill, but right now she knew. She knew that he could kill his father if he made one wrong move.
"Hermione, go to your room and lock the door," Draco rasped.
Hermione shook her head frantically. "No." She had no intentions of leaving him with his father. Not only did she think that Lucius was dangerous, right then she thought Draco was too. She wasn't going to leave him in case he did something stupid or something he would regret. Above all that though, she wanted to be by his side for support.
Draco shifted his head slightly in her direction, but he didn't take his eyes off his father. "Hermione, go!"
"No," Hermione said forcefully. She placed a hand on his arm, hoping he would realize that she was there to stay.
Draco groaned and roughly pushed her behind him. Hermione looked around Draco to see Lucius standing there, looking at them curiously. He didn't look angry, to Hermione's surprise. He looked indifferent.
"I thought that I had made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with you," Draco hissed.
Lucius nodded. "Yes, but I never wanted that."
"I don't give a fuck what you want," Draco countered. "I want you to leave. You will never contact Hermione again,ever."
"You're serious about this girl?" Lucius continued, as though Hermione wasn't there. He spoke like he was in awe or denial. "You're serious about this Mudblood?"
Draco crossed the room and had his wand out before Hermione could even register what was happening. The tip of Draco's wand dug into Lucius' pale throat.
"If you think I won't kill you, you are seriously mistaken," Draco said harshly in a low voice. He laughed without humor, "I learned from the best, after all."
Hermione want to stop Draco, to pull him away and calm him down. But she couldn't. And she wanted to.
"Fine," Lucius choked. "Fine." He seemed to deflate with defeat.
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Lucius had left with very little fight. Neither Hermione nor Draco wanted him to stay and explain himself.
"I don't know how he past the wards!" Hermione mumbled, as she rubbed a hand over her face. She was shaken. What would have happened if Scorpius had been with them? She didn't want to think about it.
Draco wrapped his arms around her. Hermione felt that he was shaking too. She assumed that it was probably from anger rather than fear.
"It's okay," He murmured, but it sounded like he was talk mostly to himself. "He won't be back."
But even as he said it, Hermione knew that it wasn't true. Lucius would come back; there was no doubt in Hermione's mind.
She leaned into him, taking comfort in his embrace. "I'm sorry you have to go through this," she said into his chest.
Draco pulled back. Taking her face in his hands, he spoke very seriously, "No. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to be dragged into all this."
"I want to, though," Hermione whispered. "I want to be part of your life. And Scorpius'." Hermione smiled for the first time since they got home, "Even if it means putting up with your crazy father."
Draco didn't laugh, though. Instead, he look pained, "Oh, Merlin! What would have happened if Scorpius had been here? Fuck! How could I have not even thought of that? Thank Merlin, he was at Potter's." Draco groaned.
"If Scorpius had been here," Hermione started. She licked her lips before continuing, "If he had been here, then I would have listened to you. I would have taken him to my room and locked the door."
Draco's eyebrows pulled together from a moment and he gave her an odd expression. He didn't say anything and it soon became apparent that he wasn't going too.
Hermione reached up and kissed him. Pausing for a moment, he kissed her back, groaning. Roughly, he pulled her hips to his. Deepening the kiss, Draco shoved her against the hallway wall. Trapping her in, he placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.
Hermione knew that she should stop and pull back. She had been scared and he was angry. It was not to time for sex. But she wanted to take her mind off what had happened. And she knew that he wanted to as well.
He reached behind her, pulling her up. Given the incentive, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel him, hard and needy against the core. It sent shivers up her spine. Forcefully, he kneaded her breasts, pushing them up slightly. Their breaths intertwined as they look at each other, their faces millimeters apart. Her face warmed with his harsh breaths and she knew his was too.
As though not being able to stand it any longer, Draco kissed her. She could feel his lips bruising her own. Quickly, so quickly, Hermione barely knew that it had happened, Draco had them out of their clothes.
Draco looked up at her, as though asking if it was okay to continue.
Panting heavily, Hermione nodded at him to continue. He pushed into her and groaned. Hermione let him take her hard. She let him use her. And she used him in return.
It was frantic and fast. Hermione gasped against the skin on his shoulder as he jutted forward.
"Mine," Draco rasped against her skin, setting on fire.
Hermione tried to nod in agreement, but was cut off by his cock filling her again. She leaned forward, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out. Pleasure and pressure felt like it was consuming her, filling her up until she thought she was going to explode. And then it did. Hermione cried out as she came down from her high.
Draco came with a groan and trusted a few more times before stilling. He looked up at her, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, but pulled away.
Draco's voice was husky and low when he asked, "Live with me?"