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Draco arrived at the Granger household too early. It was only just half past eight due to his mother practically chasing him out if the house with her discussion of feelings. Draco had agonised over what he should do about his feelings for Granger all the way over here, wondering if he should tell her, but decided on the good old 'just ignore it' method that was typically taught to purebloods from birth; Frightened, just ignore it. Embarrassed, just ignore it. He could almost hear his father saying the words!

The door was opened by Hermione's father; a tall slim man with pleasant features and hair you could tell would be a crazy mop like his daughters used to be if he didn't have it cut so short. Draco had seen him on platform 9 ¾ many times, but had never spoken to him before.

"Hello Mr Granger, I'm Draco. I'm sorry I'm so early, the tube wasn't as busy as I expected."

"Hello Draco. Come in. I'm afraid Hermione's still in the shower." Mr Granger had a deep slow voice, but seemed pleasant enough.

Draco followed him through to the kitchen, then stood awkwardly whilst he filled the kettle.

"Coffee Draco?" he asked, nodding at the table for Draco to sit.

"Yes, thank you." Draco sat at the table, willing Hermione to get ready quicker; he had no idea how to make conversation with a muggle.

"So," said Mr Granger, setting down a mug in front of Draco, "What are your intentions towards my daughter?"

Draco nearly choked on the sip of coffee he had just taken. This was worse than walking into a pureblood's house; they would have at least made small talk before questioning him!

"Oh Andy, leave the poor boy alone!" Mrs Granger had just appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was the same height and build as Hermione, although her chestnut hair was long and straight. Hermione had her eyes.

"Hello Draco," she said warmly, "just ignore my husband. He thinks it's funny to try and frighten off all of Hermione's friends." She chuckled and rolled her eyes at her husband, who also began to laugh.

"I can't help it." He told her. "It's just the look on their faces I can't get over!"

Draco looked from one to the other, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Hello, Mrs Granger. It's nice to meet you." He had decided to just be polite and escape as quickly as possible. What was taking Granger so bloody long?!

"Please, call me Sue." She said, pulling out a chair opposite him. "So Draco, you go to school with Hermione?"

"Yes, although we are in different houses." Draco realised that he was still going to be interrogated, although this line of questioning was a lot less aggressive.

"And are both your parents wizards?" If Draco didn't know better, he would think she was checking his blood status.

"Yes," he said. "Well, my father was, but he died last year."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." She looked suitably sympathetic. "There were a lot of good people lost in the war."

So Granger hadn't told her parents that he had fought for the opposite sides during the war. He just nodded, not wanting to dredge up more talk of loss and conflict.

"Is that why you and your mother moved to London? Hermione said you hadn't lived here long."

"Yes. We were living in Wiltshire, but had to use the manor to repay…things." He finished lamely. Somehow he felt that saying he was a war criminal who had to make reparations would not stand him in good stead with her parents.

"What did your parents do?" she asked, and for a moment he didn't know what she meant.

"They had family money," he replied, "although my father liked to trade in antiques." Or, what most people would call dark magical objects. Draco glanced at the door again in the hope that Hermione would appear; he was finding it difficult to censor his past.

"What are your plans after you leave Hogwarts? I know Hermione hasn't decided what she wants to do yet."

Merlin's beard, this woman was worse than the Wizengamot! Draco could see where Hermione got her tenacity. "I'm not sure yet, it depends on my NEWT results really as to what jobs to pursue. I quite like the idea of being a curse breaker for Gringott's, but it involves a lot of travel, or a healer for St Mungo's, eventually specializing in potions, but it requires several more years of study."

"Mum, you're not giving him the third degree are you?" said a voice from the doorway; Hermione had appeared at last. "Hi." She said to Draco with a smile.

"Hi." He replied, trying to keep the stupid smile off his face and failing.

"I'm only making conversation!" said Mrs Granger, "otherwise it would have been left to your father, and that would have been far worse!" she smiled sweetly over at her husband who shook his head in mock offence.

"Sorry I kept you waiting," said Hermione, pulling out a chair next to him. "We had a bit of a late night and I just couldn't get out of bed!"

"No," said Draco, "that's fine. I was early." He was feeling rather awkward with her in front of her parents; wondering if he could kiss her hello or if it would be inappropriate. Her parents seemed to have a strange dynamic, more like teenagers than parents he felt. Maybe this was just how muggles behaved?

Hermione's father handed her a mug of coffee. "I'll just drink this and then we can go."

Draco quickly downed his cup and set it on the table.

"Do you know where you're going?" Hermione's father asked her.

"Not really, but I'll take the sat nav so it should be fine."

"Well you have a full tank so you don't need to worry about filling up."

"Great, thanks dad." Hermione drained her cup and put hers and Draco's on the drainer.

Sat nav? Full tank? Draco really had no idea what they were talking about and it made him feel like he was rather ignorant. How come Granger fitted so well into his world but he knew next to nothing about hers?!

"Right, we better go," said Hermione indicating Draco.

"Ok, it was nice to meet you." Said Draco, nodding at Mr and Mrs Granger in turn and getting up to leave.

"Likewise Draco." Said Mrs Granger. "Drive carefully sweetheart. See you later."

Draco followed Hermione through the house to the back door, ogling her arse all the way. She was looking good in some skinny jeans and a russet red jumper, simple casual clothes, but Draco thought she looked sexy as hell.

"Sorry about them," said Hermione, as they walked across her small, neatly kept back garden to the driveway behind. "They mean well, but they are far too intense in their questioning!" She rounded the hedge to unlock the car, and Draco decided that they must be out of sight of the house by now.

Taking her arm, he turned her to face him and kissed her long and hard, cutting off her gasp of surprise with his mouth. He felt a thrill of arousal and something else; this was right. Touching her felt right. He pulled her closer, one hand on the small of her back, the other resting on the curve of her backside and he felt her lean into him, her hands creeping up to his biceps. She pulled away and looked up at him through her lashes, smiling slightly.

"What?" he asked softly, at her expression.

"Nothing," she said, still smiling. "Let's go."

Draco walked round to the passenger side and got into the car, settling himself into the comfortable leather seat. He was feeling a little nervous; he had never travelled in a muggle car before, and knew that a lot of muggles were killed and injured in car accidents every year. In fact, if it wasn't Granger driving, then he wouldn't be getting into the damn thing at all! Luckily he knew he could trust Hermione to do it properly, for once her meticulous attention to detail was very reassuring.

She got into the driver's side and plugged in her MP3 player, then fiddled around with a small device stuck to the windscreen.

"I'm just programming the sat nav," she told him. "Will only take a minute."

She finally sat back and put on her seat belt, prompting him to do the same. She started the car and they were moving! Draco quickly realised that the "sat nav" was telling her where to go, and the music playing was from her MP3 through the car stereo. Draco watched her drive for a while, using pedals and changing gears, and thought it seemed awfully complicated when she could just ride a broom!

"How come you don't like to fly, but are happy to do this?" he finally asked, after they navigated a particularly confusing roundabout.

She took her eyes of the road a second to smile at him. "How do you know I don't like to fly?" she asked.

"I have never seen you on a broom besides our lessons in the first year, and it was pretty obvious then that you hated it, but a broom is far easier to use than this contraption!"

"The same reason as I didn't enjoy horse riding as a child I guess, I don't feel like I have proper control over a broom. A car I understand, there is an immediate cause and effect. For example, I turn the steering wheel, the car goes the way I tell it, it can't decide it doesn't want to! Whereas a broom, and a horse, may not listen to me."

Draco laughed. "O.K. I understand the issue with horses, they are living creatures with a mind of their own, but a broom can't decide anything! It is just an object, and has to do what you tell it!"

"Well, the broom I rode in first year did not do exactly what I told it! There was a delay like it was debating whether to obey me or chuck me off!" she said defensively, making Draco laugh again.

"It always feels like that at first! You learn to tune in a bit quicker with practice. After a while you just think about where you want to go and you find the broom is already doing it!" He thought about the exhilaration of flying, and determined that once he was back at school he was going to borrow a broom and go out to the quiddich pitch at least once a week.

"It never felt like that for me!" she declared.

"When was the last time you tried it?" he asked, already deciding he was going to get her onto a broom with him.

"No." she said immediately. "I know where this is going. I'm not doing it."

"What?" he said innocently. "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. You want me to go flying with you to show me it's foolish to be frightened of it." She gave him a glare, then turned her eyes back to the road.

"Alright, yes I do," he conceded. "But to show you that you have much more control of your magic now than you did at 11! That is all it is, the broom runs off your magic, the more control you have over that, the more you will have over the broom. That's why it felt frightening at first, none of us were particularly in control, just some of us liked that feeling where as you didn't."

"Really?" she asked sceptically. "Is that how it works? How come no one ever told me that before?"

"Who did you ask? Madam Hooch could have explained it to you." Draco noticed she was looking rather sheepish. "Let me guess, Potty and Weasel just told you to get on with it. Or maybe they were just pleased that they could do something that Hermione Granger couldn't?"

"They're not like that." She said immediately, so Draco knew that they had been exactly like that.

"Come on," he cajoled, "come flying with me when we go back to school. If you still hate it I will never ask again! Besides, I can recall a few occasions that you seemed to enjoy losing control…"

Hermione flushed slightly at his comment, before sending him a mock-annoyed look. "Alright, I will think about it." She said finally.

Draco felt absurdly pleased at her capitulation; like he could persuade her to do something her friends weren't able to, like she trusted him more than she did them.

It was actually quite enjoyable, he concluded, going for a drive with Granger. She seemed confident and relaxed which was reassuring, and he could study her at his leisure without it seeming weird.

It didn't take them long before they were pulling into a car park and walking up towards the castle. Hermione was chatting away about how her parents her brought her here as a child, and it was so lavish inside that it made her want to be a princess. Draco wasn't overly impressed; the standard of living seemed not so different from a wealthy pureblood families. The house was a little larger than that maybe, but not entirely different.

"Could you imagine living here?" she asked him, excitement glowing in her eyes.

"Yes," he replied, taking her hand. "I rather think I could."

It was a surreal day for Draco. They walked around with the other tourists, holding hands and sneaking kisses; things that Draco had never done, although he had no doubt that this sort of thing was exactly what Pansy would have wanted. There was a wonderful freedom in being out in the muggle world, anonymous.

They went and got a cream tea in a little café after their tour of the castle, Hermione showing him the ritual of applying jam and cream to the scones and pouring the tea.

"I can't believe you haven't had a cream tea before!" she had crowed, making him feel like he had been missing out all these years.

"I have eaten scones, and drank tea before," he said defensively, "but they have always been brought to me already prepared!"

Hermione had laughed and called him a snob, but he didn't really care. He was enjoying seeing her so carefree, and had to admit that he was finding her more attractive than ever. By the time they were ready to head back into the city Draco was desperate to touch her, but knew that there would be little opportunity to do so with her parents at home. Still, he had to try!

He surprised her as she was unlocking the car, taking the keys from her hand and turning her to face him. He began kissing her slowly at first, then harder as he backed her up against the driver's side door.

"I have been wanting to do this all day," he growled, breaking away to kiss a path along her jaw then down her delicate throat. She shuddered, and gave a small mewling cry in response, and Draco knew she was craving him as much as he was her. He pulled her hard against his body, so she would feel the beginnings of his arousal. His hands drifted down to the curve of her backside, kneading her flesh as he captured her mouth once more.

"Not here," gasped Hermione, pressing her hands against his chest. "Get in."

They both got in and she started the car, quickly typing something into the sat nav. Draco wondered where she was taking them; a hotel maybe? Surely 'not here' implied wait until we are somewhere more suitable? Somewhere with privacy and a bed he hoped.

It was only a couple of minutes before Hermione pulled into a wooded picnic area; it was completely deserted in the half light of the spring sunset. Before he could fully register what this meant, Hermione had undone her seatbelt and was kissing him, practically on top of him as she leant across the gearstick and handbrake.

Merlin's beard, was she serious? He and Pansy had been pretty lewd at times, but he never thought Granger would consider doing anything in public like this! Draco's arousal was returning in full force, heightened by the fact that they could get caught.

"Back seat?" Hermione whispered against his lips, and without waiting for a reply she was out of the car and pulling open the back door. Draco followed suit, sliding into the backseat alongside her and pulling her close to him. More kissing, their tongues meeting and breaths mingling. He grasped her thigh and pulled until she was straddling him. He could feel her breasts crushed up against his chest and a delicious friction against his erection every time she shifted her weight. He wanted her.

"Take off your jeans." He told her, reaching down to tug at the buttons.

"Draco, no!" she gasped, looking shocked, "I'm not going to take my clothes off here!" She clambered of his lap and sat next to him.

Draco was confused; if they weren't going to have sex then what were they doing here? He turned to ask her just that, but she leant up and kissed him again, then he felt her hands drop to his fly. Oh…

He hissed in a breath at the first contact of her hands with his cock; it had only been two days since they had last had sex but he already felt desperate and needy.

"Sorry," she giggled, "my hands are cold!"

He didn't bother to say it wasn't anything to do with the cold, as she had begun to stroke him slowly, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. She shuffled back from him and he looked at her in askance, then realised what she was doing as she lowered her head.

"You don't have to…" he told her, praying that she wouldn't change her mind.

"I want to," she said, her big brown eyes meeting his as she leant down into his lap.

At the first touch of her tongue he groaned, letting his head fall back against the leather seat. Closing his eyes, he let the sensations wash over him, his hands creeping into her hair. He had a sudden inexplicable urge to laugh. He imagined telling his fifteen year old self that one day Granger would voluntarily wrap her smart mouth around his cock; he would never have believed it!

It was obvious that this was not something that Granger did often; she didn't have the practiced technique that Pansy did, but the act felt all the more sensual for it. She was seeing what got a reaction from him and adjusting what she was doing accordingly, alternating between deep-throating him and teasing the head.

"Fuck, Granger," he gasped; this would be over embarrassingly quickly if he didn't restrain himself. After another couple of minutes of this exquisite torture and he was on the brink, barely able to warn her before his orgasm hit him hard. He expected her to pull away, but instead he felt the hot wetness of her mouth still around him as he came.

He felt her pull away and opened his eyes; her lips were swollen and cheeks were flushed, her hair was a riot of curls where his hands had been gripping. He gave him a shy smile and Draco felt that she had never been more beautiful than at that moment. Cupping her cheek with his hand he gave her a gentle kiss.

"That was incredible." He told her, watching her smile widen. "Thank you. And I will reciprocate as soon as I get the opportunity." Pansy never used to give a blowjob for nothing in return, so it was unfair of him to expect it of Granger.

"That's ok," she said, blushing furiously. "You don't have to… I enjoyed…" It seemed that she still couldn't discuss sex easily with him.

"I will have to insist," he said with a grin, tucking himself back into his trousers and doing up his fly. He wrapped his arm around her and held her for a couple of moments, before she said that they had better head back.

Draco felt his heart sink at the thought of going home, it had been a golden day with Hermione, and the thought of saying goodnight and possibly not being able to see her for another few days held no appeal. "Can't we just keep driving?" he asked her, only half joking; he had enjoyed the anonymity of the muggle world, where her blood status and his previous alliance were not in the way of them being together.

"It is appealing isn't it?" she said, "Although believe me when I say being constantly on the move gets old quickly!"

The drive back was uneventful; they didn't talk much, just listened to Grangers music and the satnav's directions. With every mile closer to Grangers house they got the further away Draco's feeling of contentment went. He felt a little awkward after their interlude at the picnic site, but didn't really know how to make it better.

"Do you want to come in for a while?" Hermione asked him as she pulled the car into her driveway. Draco accepted, and followed her into the house. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked them, busily chopping an onion.

"It was good," replied Hermione with a smile at Draco. "It has been ages since I went last; they had a new display in the gallery."

"I'm just doing some Spag Bol for dinner. Would you like to stay Draco?" she offered, looking at him appraisingly.

Feeling remarkably pleased, Draco replied. "Yes please, Mrs Granger, that sounds delicious."

"I told you before," she said chidingly, "please call me Sue. And anyway, it's Dr Granger if we are being pedantic!"

Draco couldn't help but smile, she and her daughter were very much alike!

The meal was good, and Draco enjoyed how the family sat around the table together chatting easily, something he couldn't ever recall his own family doing. They had always been so formal with one another; he couldn't imagine his mother and father teasing each other about making a mess with their spaghetti or reminiscing about some embarrassing occasion or other.

Once the meal was over, Sue sent the two men through to the living room to choose something to watch on television whilst she and Hermione quickly cleared the plates. Instead of going straight through, Draco needed the loo, so was in the corridor to hear their conversation.

"He seems nice." He heard Sue say. "I can tell why you like him; he's handsome, and he has that whole brooding thing going on. He seems much more mature than Ron. I just hope you are being careful."

"Mum!" said Granger, her voice high and embarrassed.

"I'm not going to ask if you have slept with him already, but I'm going to assume that if you haven't then you probably will soon, and I just want to be sure you are being responsible."

"Yes mum, we are. Being responsible I mean, not ..." Hermione trailed off into silence and Draco could just imagine the look on her face at that moment. Unable to hide his smirk, he went back to join her father in the living room.