Keep an eye out for an authors note half way through this chapter. Very important to make note of what it contains.
mtfunkzoo - i am loving this relationship that has emerged between Hermione and Ginny. They are friends first and foremost, with a sisterly bond. Ginny is so sassy and living vicariously through Hermione's adventure.
SereniteRose - I cant help but make Ron the bad guy every time. I don't understand why. I just get bad guy vibes from him. Happy that you're enjoying it. There's more 'Ronitude' to come in future chapters so hold tight.
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The rest of the week went really quickly for Hermione. She took her children to the zoo and to some museums. She wanted them as cultured as they could be in muggle artefacts before they were thrown into the magical world.
Malfoy had texted Hermione every day since their date. Their banter was so simple, yet Hermione lived for the brief moments where she could take out her phone and text back and forth with him. They had tried to arrange a second date, but Hermione held off, wanting to spend time with her children. In some ways, it was sort of an excuse, because she as petrified of what she may do if he came to her house and they were alone. She thought about their date over and over again and fantasised about what it might have been like if she had invited him in. Each time, she had to remind herself that she did the logical thing. She used her brain and held back for a reason. If only she could remember what that reason was.
The following week was just the same as the previous.
Ron had asked to have the children for an entire week and Hermione reluctantly obliged. It would be months before they would see him again.
He had even gone as far as to ask if they could meet his girlfriend. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she had dated Malfoy and she was happy, or that she just didn't care anymore, but she agreed for him to have Vivienne meet the children.
On the Friday, he came to collect the children and had Vivienne in the car. Hermione held her tongue and stayed silent, for the sake of the children. They didn't need to see their mother murder someone.
As soon as Ron had left with the children, Hermione put on some music and tidied up a bit, before texting Ginny.
H- We're going out tonight.
G- If you insist. I'll be over soon.
Hermione had a shower and by the time she was out, Ginny was standing in her kitchen.
The two talked while they both got ready for the night out. Hermione no longer doubted whether she wanted to pursue anything with Malfoy. She was going to take it as it came, allow whatever was meant to be, to be.
"You are putting your future in the hands of fate?" Ginny asked, as they put their shoes on at 8pm.
"Absolutely" she said.
"Why? You can just take control here. Tell him you want a relationship. Monogamy and all of that" Ginny said.
"Hmmm I'm not too sure what it is that I want from all this though. We've been out on one date" Hermione said.
"Two" Ginny corrected.
"A lunch and a date" Hermione said.
"Either way, he is all you have been talking about for the last week and a half. Its obvious that you want something to happen there. Just tell him" she said.
"It's so complicated" Hermione said,
"No Hermione, its really not" she said, picking up her purse.
"Well, you need to sit then because its about to be" Hermione said, sitting on the lounge.
"Oh no" Ginny said.
"I accepted a job at Hogwarts" Hermione spat out.
"Oh Merlin I thought it was something insane like you and Ron were getting back together. So what? You'll be working at the castle. That's great" she said.
"No, its not. You think there will be times like this? Days where I can just leave the castle whenever I want to go on dates? Sleep overs will never happen. It will never work. Look at all the teachers who have ever worked there. All spinsters" Hermione said.
"Well, its about time you got in and shook things up. Its not the 90s anymore Hermione" she said.
"As if you would think I'd get back with Ron. Give me some credit" Hermione said as they linked arms to disapparate.
"You're right. Although, you did crawl into his bed at 2am so… Not surprising" Ginny said with a smile that only Ginny could get away with.
Instantly, Hermione found herself out the front of the club, still linked with Ginny, heading for the front doors.
"Come on in, the VIP area is all set for you ladies" said the security guard.
"Oh, thank you" said Ginny as they walked through the entrance and into the waiting club.
Hermione put fifty Galleons over the bar and asked that they have their bottle filled all night. The bar tender was happy to oblige.
"You're feeling generous tonight" Ginny said.
"I'm in a good mood" she said.
"Let me guess, loverboy is on his way?" Ginny asked.
"I actually don't know, as a matter of fact" she said.
Ginny said nothing but her face gave away her surprise. When the two arrived at the VIP section, Hermione dumped her purse, sat down and poured two drinks.
"Here's to the future" Hermione said.
"Here's to my first game back with the Harpies next weekend" Ginny said.
"Oh my Godric Gin, that's right. Well, here's to you" Hermione said, drinking half her drink at once.
"Slow down woman" Ginny said, casually sipping hers.
"See, this is where we differ a lot. You're the life of the party, you can dance and sing and carry on regardless of alcohol. I on the other hand, I need liquor to get loose" Hermione said, before finishing her drink.
Hermione looked around the club hoping she would see Malfoy. If he wasn't here, it would be the first time she had come and not seen him.
"He'll be here" Ginny said.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Don't be silly, I can see you pining for him" Ginny said.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and poured herself another glass.
The pair had another two drinks and loads of gossip before Ginny suggested they dance.
"Yes please, I think I'm tipsy enough for a dance" Hermione said,
The dance floor was pretty packed, as it was most Friday nights around this time. This was Hermione's new favourite place to be and they were soon becoming regulars.
Hermione and Ginny took their spot right in the middle of the dance floor, under the coloured lights and danced for an entire song. Hermione felt so carefree and happy. She didn't know if it was the fact that she wasn't jobless anymore or the fact that she was feeling wanted for the first time in what felt like forever, or if she was just genuinely carefree in this moment, she was just feeling completely at ease with her life.
After a few songs had passed, the music slowed down and Hermione and Ginny were given a reprieve from the upbeat, high energy music that had been playing up until that point.
"Let's sit?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Uh, I think he has other plans" Ginny said, indicating behind Hermione.
Hermione turned around and was pleased to see Malfoy standing behind her.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming" Hermione said to him as butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.
"I'll go sit" Ginny said, wandering off towards the VIP seating.
"You said you were having a girl's night" he said.
"That doesn't mean you can't come and say hi" she said, awkwardly standing with him on the dancefloor.
"Well now that I'm here, do you want to dance?" he asked.
"To this?" she asked.
"You don't dance to slow songs?" he asked.
"Well, I don't know, I might. I just don't know if I'm any good at it" she said.
"Give it a go" he said, taking her hand and placing it on his shoulder.
Hermione stepped closer to him and once again was thrown by how good he smelled. He took her other hand in his and held it in his against his chest as they began to sway to the music.
"Is it strange to say I missed you?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so" she answered, knowing that she had missed him too.
The two of them moved slowly with the music for a short while until the song changed.
"I need a drink" she said, keeping hold of his hand and leading him back to the lounges.
Hermione sat in the VIP section and picked up the bottle, pouring herself a drink. She looked at the table and saw that Ginny had left a note.
Hermione – sorry, had to leave. Something came up with the kids. Text me later. Have fun girl. -Gin
"Well, there goes girl's night" Hermione said, sipping on her drink, feeling slightly disappointed.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Something with her children" Hermione said.
"Potter has kids?" he asked trying to make conversation.
"Yes, they have three" she said.
"Hmm, well, good on him" was all he said.
The pair sat for a while, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Hermione began feeling slightly awkward. She was at a loss at what to say. Before, they had had amazing banter, talking about anything and everything. One of them had always come up with something to talk about, but here, this night, Hermione could feel the awkwardness growing with every breath.
It was a strange feeling, because she had been on a lunch and dinner date and texted him for a week and a half, yet, here she sat, unable to come up with something to say.
"I suppose I'll just go home then" she said finally.
"You don't want to stay?" he asked. "With me?" he added.
Did she? Now that she was here in front of him, she felt really uneasy about the whole thing. She felt incredibly nervous and the butterflies in her stomach were making her feel queasy.
"This is so dumb, we've been texting for over a week, but I just feel strange" she said.
"You're worried people will see us together?" he asked.
"Well, I wasn't before but maybe I am now" she said.
They sat in silence, listening to the music for a while, no one saying anything.
After what felt like forever to Hermione, with her mind still no clearer on what she wanted to do, Malfoy stood.
"Well, text me when you figure all this out. I'm in, Granger. I want to be with you. You just need to figure out if you want the same" he said.
Hermione looked at him with no indication that she knew what to say.
"People will see us together. That's a given. People will talk. Your ex will talk. Your kids will have something to say. I'm always going to be me and you're always going to be you. What you need to decide is if you can get past all that and allow yourself to be happy, for the first time in forever" he said, looking at her eagerly for a response.
"I…" she said, but stopped when she realised she had no idea what to say… still.
Malfoy simply turned and walked away, exiting the club via the front door, leaving Hermione alone.
She sat sipping her drink for a while wondering how she could make this better. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the days of texts she and Malfoy had sent back and forth. His messages had all been sweet, chatting about his day, asking about hers. He had demonstrated over and over again how caring he was, how sincere he was and how much she could trust him. There were a hundred things that she could have spoken to him about just not, a million topics of conversation that she could have chosen to discuss, but for some incredibly stupid reason, she had drawn a blank.
She scrolled to Ginny's name and typed a text to her, sipping her drink as she texted back and forth.
H- I'm an idiot
G- Why
H- He left
G- What did you do
H- Told him I was unsure.
G- Why would you do that? You like him.
H- I know but as soon as we sat down, things got weird
G- how?
H- The conversation went nowhere. It just felt awkward and forced.
G- because you've done loads of talking, you need action.
H- Ginny!
G- I'm joking, sort of. How's your stomach?
H- My stomach? Why?
G- Does it feel like its flipped upside down?
H- Yes! Only 100 times.
G- You need to get him back
H- He left, through the front door
G- text him.
H- and say what? Sorry I told you I was unsure about us, lets shag
G- exactly that
H- no way
G- just invite him over and talk then
H- You think?
G- YES
H- righto don't shout
G- don't let him get away Hermione, he seems like he's really changed and he is into you. Sorry, but you're a 36-year-old single mum. You're into him, he's into you. This is not going to come around that often.
H- But am I ready?
G- You're ready for a thorough shagging, so get going
H- I'll text you later.
Hermione rolled her eyes at her friends last text and got up from where she sat, heading for the front doors. She left the building and looked up and down the street, hoping Malfoy would be outside. He was no where to be seen. She pulled out her phone and sent a text.
H- I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. I'm going home. If you aren't completely put off, I'll be waiting up for you to come over. I think we should talk.
She hit send, then with a focus on her living room, she turned on the spot in the middle of the abandoned muggle street.
Arriving in her lounge room, she kicked off her shoes and sat down. She hoped she would hear from him soon, but she wasn't going to hold her breath. She had been a right bitch to him. He had given her every reason to feel that he had changed and no reason not to trust him. She was a fool not to follow her heart.
When several minutes had gone by with no reply from Malfoy, she headed upstairs and changed into her pyjamas.
She was part way through chastising herself further for being stupid, when the doorbell rang. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, shaking her head at how ridiculous she looked in her pjs and fluffy slippers before heading down to answer the door.
When she opened the door, Malfoy was standing just outside looking sullen.
"Please come in" she said.
He followed her inside, through the living areas into the kitchen. She poured them both a glass of wine and led him back through to the living room.
"Granger, I…" he began.
"No, please let me…" she said. He nodded indicating for her to go.
"You're completely right. I am freaked out about every little thing to do with whatever is happening here. As soon as we sat down and the conversation went dead, I panicked. My head is so messed up, I know what I want, but logically, my mind is telling me that I ought to just forget about it. I am petrified that we'll be the topic of conversation for everyone, everywhere. I panic about what my children will think. If they reject you, I'll have no choice but to do that same. They're my whole life. This is not going to be easy" she said.
"You just…" he began.
"Please… let me finish. I have had the most amazing two weeks, getting to know you and talking to you. I feel like I have landed in this strange new world where I am actually getting what I want. And its scary. My head tells me its foreign, but when you're near me, my stomach does these weird little flip things. I have no idea what that means but I would really like the opportunity to find out" she said.
There was silence, followed by a smile that graced his handsome face.
"So… You want to do this then?" she asked.
"Do what?" he asked.
"Be a couple. Make it official. See where it takes us" she said.
He moved from the armchair to the 3-seater couch where she sat, and sat right beside her.
"Yes" he said confidently, leaning in and kissing her.
He kissed her just as tenderly as she remembered from bebfore. It was soft and careful and made her feel wanted. Carefully, she pushed it further, deepening the kiss, pulling him closer to her, and her to him. The tingling sensation had returned and, combined with the butterflies that had not left her stomach since she saw him, she was feeling incredibly desperate for something more and knew that she could pursue it right now if she wanted.
Hermione allowed her senses to take over and gave in completely to her instinctual urges. She needed this, whatever this was. It felt so good to have his hands freely roaming up and down her body. He had a hand in her hair, he cupped her face, he carefully traced his fingers down her arms and back up again. Hermione was all sensation and it was incredible. She hadn't felt this way in more years than she could remember.
As she continued to kiss him, she allowed her logical brain to consider whether or not to drag him to her bedroom. Her body was screaming yes, her mind was screaming yes, everything about this moment screamed yes, but Hermione, being as she was, had to consider it first.
With her hands grasping his biceps and feeling the muscular ridges on his shoulders, she simply couldn't come up with a reason not to take this moment further. Before she could talk herself out of it, and before her bravery went away, she grabbed her wand from the side table and casually flicked off the lights. After acing her wand back down, she took the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Underneath, he was gloriously muscular and toned, with a light spattering of hair across the centre of his chest that extended down into his pants line. His body was unlike Ron's in so many ways. Ron had always been a little on the chubby side and his body was covered in curly ginger hair. Malfoy could have been an underwear model, but in a subtle way that was incredibly sexy.
AN - PLEASE STOP READING HERE IF YOU DON'T LIKE DESCRIPTIVE SEX SCENES... SPOILER - THEY DO IT THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS.
Hermione placed her hands flat against his chest and pushed so he was now laying sideways on the lounge. Her body followed his and she placed her knees either side of his thighs, leaning forward so she could continue kissing him.
She hadn't been this close to a man, other than Ron, ever, and although she felt sort of lost, foreign and completely out of her depth, she wanted him right now more than she wanted anything.
She supported her weight with her thighs as she used both hands to undo Malfoy's pants. As she did, he lifted her pyjama shirt and ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back. When she had undone his belt, button and fly, she sat up as Malfoy removed her pyjama shirt. Taking the opportunity, she stood briefly and slid her pants down her legs, now leaving her completely naked. She was grateful for the darkness, as she hadn't been seen this vulnerable by anyone other than Ron. This would take some getting used to but as Malfoy slid down his pants and underwear, she quietly assured herself that getting used to this would she something she could do over and over again.
She positioned one knee beside him on the lounge and eagerly resumed her position. She could feel his erection pressing into her and she knew, at this point, she would just have to move slightly and she would have the feeling she had been craving so badly lately. His hands held her breasts and he thumbed her nipple as she moaned with sensation.
Her heart was racing as she grinded her soaking wetness against him and she kissed him and his hands moved to her backside, gripping her tightly. He groaned as she moved and she took this as a sign that it was time to push it further. She raised her body up, apparently a lot, and for a moment hesitated ever so briefly as she realised he was much bigger than Ron. She felt the tip of his erection reach her entrance and so slowly, she lowered herself back down, moaning in ecstasy as his warm throbbing cock fill her completely. Not only was he much larger in length, but in width he was bigger as well. She hadn't realised that size could be such a game changer as she felt her muscles begin to clench around him already and she hadn't even began to move yet.
"Merlin Granger you're so damn sexy" he hissed thorough his clenched teeth. He was clearly enjoying this as much as she was. As she began to move she tilted her head back, completely overcome by sensation. When his mouth found her nipple, his hot breath almost made her come undone.
She had barely had a minute to take the lead when he lifted her body, standing, while never breaking the sweet contact.
"Bedroom?" he asked.
She simply pointed to the stairs and indicated upwards. He walked clumsily, still holding onto her beneath her backside with one arm and around her back with the other. She gripped his shoulders and moaned, as the unfamiliar motion of them moving in this way touched her in places she didn't know existed.
Before they made it up the stairs, he pushed her into the wall on the bottom landing and thrusted into her, causing her to call out.
"Oh my god" she cried as he held her against the wall, kissing her neck. "I'm not going to make it to the bedroom if you keep doing that" she said, breathless, as he held one breast him his hands and gently flicked her nipple with his tongue.
"That's ok, I'm gonna make you cum right here then I'll do it again on the bed" he whispered in her ear.
Just the feeling of his warm breath on her ear and his words were enough to cause Hermione's body to convulse. He reached between them with his hand and pressed his thumb against her clit, triggering her to cry out in an orgasm that would have made her fall to the floor if she had been standing on her feet.
Once she caught her breath, he regained his grip on her and carried her up the stairs into her room, which she directed him to. Breaking contact for the first time, he placed her on the bed and climbed up slowly. Hermione was still reeling from the orgasm when she felt his breath on her sensitive area. He held her legs in the air as his mouth found the mark and he began a sweet torture that resulted in a second orgasm within minutes.
If she didn't think she could go on, she was wrong as he made his way up her body, holding her tightly and slamming into her. Hermione loved it rough, and after the two mind blowing orgasms she had, she wasn't expecting a third. She was just pleased to be experiencing all this sensation. It wasn't long at all before she felt him quicken, and as he did, she felt her own body respond and before long, the two of them came undone together, collapsing side by side on Hermione's king size, four poster bed.
Hermione smiled to herself in her post orgasmic bliss for what could have been seconds, hours or minutes, she wasn't sure. She hadn't had an experience like that ever.
"I have a confession to make" he said, causing Hermione's smile to falter.
"What is it?" she asked in as serious a tne as she could muster.
"I'm actually pretty good at that" he said, smiling as he pulled her close to him.
"Oh my god, Malfoy…" she said. "Yes, you are, you're absolutely right. Thanks for warning me" she said.
"I would have done if you hadn't been so forceful and given me a chance to think" he said.
"Think? Then you might have run away" she said, nuzzling into the crook of his arm. She had always found this to be something that only happens in the movies, a post sex snuggle and banter. It certainly never happened with Ron, he was the type of man who wanted to get his rocks off and roll over and go to sleep. Hermione never really thought that any other way happened beyond the movies. But this was nice. The place on his body, between his shoulder and his chest was perfect for her head to rest on, and his hand lazily trailed lines up and down her bare back.
"Run away?" he said. "And miss out on that? I don't think so" he said.
"So that was good for you then?" she asked, her serious tone forcing its way back into the conversation.
She felt his chin dip and she looked up into his face to see him looking down at her.
"That was mind blowing. Are you kidding? That was as good as I can imagine that it can get, for our first time together" he said.
"When was the last time… for you?" she asked him.
"It was with my wife. I just… I haven't been able to… since then. Till you" he said,
"I feel honoured" she said, tracing circles on his chest.
Before long, Hermione found herself drifting off into sleep, completely sated and with a smile on her face. Her body was spent, and her mind was at ease. Her dreams that night were of all the potential futures she could see for herself. All of which included Malfoy in some way. She had not anticipated he could make her feel this way after such a short time, Merlin, they were only an official couple for mere minutes before she had him in her bed. But as she slept, her mind was continually reassuring her that it was just so right.
For the first time in more than a year and a half, she was happy.
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AN- I always always cringe when i post these types of chapters. For some reason, i begin a story and tell myself that i'll gloss over the descriptive scenes, but i end up doing them anyway. Sorry, not sorry.