My Unexpected Love
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By: Quillholder
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Summary: Hermione meets a mysteriously handsome, blonde man in Paris while visiting relatives, only to find that he has been her torturer throughout her Hogwarts years. Will their flowering love survive?
~*~ Disclaimer: JKR owns the Harry Potter universe, and I just play in it! I made up a few characters, and the plot but that's about it. ~*~
A/N: Hey, sorry that it took me so long to post more! I've been out of state and whatnot, but I've found some time and muse to help me, hence another chapter! I know this is just another overdone Hermione/Draco story, but what can I say? We shall write, and the people shall read!
This is rated R for a reason, so if you don't want to read anything like that, you might as well click the 'back' button right now. Maybe in some parts this should be rated more than R, either way, enjoy!
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And thank you to all the people that reviewed it means a lot!
And Draco and Hermione didn't recognize each other because they have changed so much and it's been a while. You'll find out later they didn't see much of each other the last few months of 6th year too. It all falls into place one way or another, I promise.
Now on with the story!!!
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Hermione ended up letting Jourdian into the house and politely-and a bit sarcastically-asking him to wait a few minutes for Adele was not ready.
"As always, mademoiselle, she keeps me waiting!" Jourdian said with mock sadness.
"Ah, my handsome monsieur, that mademoiselle must be worth the wait, oui?" Adele asked from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, oui, oui!" Jourdian answered quickly beaming at his rather beautiful girlfriend.
"Are you two sure there isn't some way I can talk you out of making me go?" Hermione asked halfway there.
"No!" they both said together.
Hermione sighed and sat back in her seat. 'Well, perhaps it wont be a total waste.' She thought to herself, 'Maybe that cute guy.what's-his-face.Drake, yes, that's it.maybe Drake will be there.'
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'Total waste of my freaking time!' Hermione thought, forty-five minutes later. 'This is bull.' She sat in a corner she decided to call Loserville, where she was a permanent resident for the rest of the night, she supposed. She'd been there for ten minutes only, but that was quite enough. She was seriously debating calling herself a taxi when Jourdian walked up.
"Mione, will you dance with a friend of mine?" He asked, motioning to the curly, dark-haired boy beside him. 'Ah, not too bad.' Hermione thought, standing.
"Sure." She said aloud, smiling. He held his hand out to her, and she took it while he led her out onto the dance floor. A few minutes passed and she found that his name was Philippe and he was a horrid dancer. She pretended to make a trip to the ladies room and seemingly never returned.
In truth, she took up with another section of the dance floor and took up the wild beat of the music. A drink or two were shoved into her hand over the next hour. With the first sip of the first, she knew that it had alcohol in it, but didn't really care. She was sick of being Hermione; tonight she was Mione, a totally different person.
Adele came up to her once or twice, asking if she was all right.
"Fine!" Hermione assured her each time. Around 10:30 Jourdian and Adele wanted to leave.
"Well, go on ahead, I'll catch a cab, I'm not done here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Adele, now go on home."
A bit later she bumped into Drake.
"Hello Mione." He whispered, slipping his strong arms around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder and recognized him.
"Hi Drake." She whispered, "Wanna show those two over there what REAL dancing can be?" She asked in a whisper, gesturing to a couple a few yards from them.
"Only if you're up to it." He whispered back, pulling her up against him. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him a little closer to the other couple. She looked up at him, grinning and leaned up to kiss his neck.
He spun her around and began to dance, eventually putting the other couple to shame. Within a few minutes, their corner of the dance floor had formed a circle around them, clapping and jeering them on.
Hermione turned to him and pressed her hips to his and he leaned over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms about his neck and leaned on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
'Not here, no.' Draco thought to himself. 'Merlin, you know better!' he mentally slapped himself. He set her back to her feet and she let out a little mourning sound of loss.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Not here, love. Come on, lets go somewhere else."
Her only response was to nod and kiss his cheek and meekly follow him outside. They were once again on the motorcycle and he took her to his little apartment. His Aunt Carissa's apartments were one floor down from his, and she was out for the night.
He picked Hermione up and carried her to the door and made quick of the lock and walked in, locking it behind them. He sat her back to her feet and she slumped against him wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled them away.
"Mione, darling, how many drinks did you have?" he asked, suddenly realize how very drunk she must be. Through his haze of passion, he had failed to see that the quiet girl he had met reading Anne Rice at a coffee shop was not the same vixen hanging over him like a common whore.
"Umm, two, or three?" She shrugged, wrapping her arms back around his neck.
'Alright, not slobbering drunk, surely, but still.' he thought. Aloud he asked, "Of what?"
"I dunno. Drake, please, just kiss me again." She murmured.
"I want to, baby, believe me, but you aren't yourself." He whispered back.
"Oh, if you only knew. To hell with who I was, this is the new me, and I like it. I'm not drunk, Drake, I'm fully coherent. I know what I want." She said, standing on tiptoe. "And what I want very much right now is for you to kiss me!"
He finally gave in and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly at first. She was having none of that and pressed her lips to his harder. His tongue flickered across her lower lip, demanding entrance, which she willingly gave. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His mouth slanted over hers more forcefully and his tongue dueled with hers.
He tugged her over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her over to straddle his hips, never breaking the contact of their mouths. Her already short dress rode up nearly to her waist, reveling her lacey black underwear. His hand wandered up and down her exposed thigh. He moved again, and pushed the top of her dress down, revealing a strapless, black, lacey bra.
He moved his kisses to her neck made a burning trail down to the edge of her bra. His hands caressed her breast through the fabric.
"Drake." she moaned, not really knowing what she was asking for, but knowing that she wanted something.
"Shh, love." He whispered, unclasping her bra and banishing it to the floor.
'My God, she's beautiful!' he thought. She moaned again. He leaned over and teased her breast with his tongue. She bucked against him and threw her head back.
"Oh, God, Drake!" she whispered.
"Tell me something, baby." He whispered against her chest, his hot breath driving her crazy.
"Anything.." She whispered, writhing against him.
"Has anyone ever touched you like this, Mione?" he asked, flicking his tongue across her nipple. She arched her back, and shook her head.
"No.I never...never wanted anyone to touch me before." she whispered. "But, I do want this, I want you, and it scares me."
"Why?" he asked, looking up at her.
"It's just not like me, to abandon everything to do something like this." The look of passion and lust was gone from her eyes now, and she was fully aware of how stupidly she'd been acting, yet.. yet she still wanted more of this. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Shh, shh, Mione, love, its alright." Draco whispered, cupping her cheek and brushing away her tears with his thumb. "We aren't going to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"
She nodded and brushed away the rest of her tears with the back of her hand. She pulled her dress back up and he picked her up from his lap and carried her into the next room. He laid her down on the bad and slid in next to her. She looked a little confused, and maybe worried.
He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. "Its alright. Just rest and calm down for a while, okay?" She nodded and the top of her head bumped his chin.
"Tell me, love, why me?"
"Why you, what?" she asked.
"Why decided to be different with me? Why abandon everything, like you said."
"You.reminded me of someone in a way." She said, after a moment's hesitation. She was a little afraid he might become insulted.
"In a way? What do you mean by that?"
"Well." she hesitated again, then sighed. "Well, you remind me of the way he could be. This horrid boy from school, you see, you remind me of what he could be. Your smile, I believe he could smile like that if he'd only get rid of that horrid sneer. I believe he could be as sweet as you are, if only he tried. He could call me 'love' and 'baby' instead of mu.well, mean things.
"But he hates me, people like me, so I'm sure he couldn't ever change. I don't really know why I care. He's been so mean to me and my friends over the years.especially to me." She said with a sniffle.
"That horrible, eh?" Draco asked aloud, but he was thinking about how this guy sounded like himself.
"Yes. I've changed a whole lot though. I bet my friends wont even recognize me when I go back to school. You wouldn't believe how ugly I used to be! Bushy hair, big teeth, and rather plain little bookworm really. I suppose everyone was right in calling me a bookworm. I just wanted to excel and show that boy, and others like him that I was just as good as them. You see, people like him don't accept me; I'm a little different from them. I fear 'Bookworm Granger' is all I ever will be." She sighed and rested her cheek against his chest.
'Holy shit!' Draco thought to himself. 'This beautiful creature in my arms right now is goody-goody Gryffindor bookworm Hermione Granger! Mione.yes, HERmione! He should have known! Holy shit!'
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TBC
A/N: Cliffy! Ha! Okay, review and tell me what you think. :-) Remember, the more reviews, the more inspiration I have to write more.and faster!
~Quillholder~
Summary: Hermione meets a mysteriously handsome, blonde man in Paris while visiting relatives, only to find that he has been her torturer throughout her Hogwarts years. Will their flowering love survive?
~*~ Disclaimer: JKR owns the Harry Potter universe, and I just play in it! I made up a few characters, and the plot but that's about it. ~*~
A/N: Hey, sorry that it took me so long to post more! I've been out of state and whatnot, but I've found some time and muse to help me, hence another chapter! I know this is just another overdone Hermione/Draco story, but what can I say? We shall write, and the people shall read!
This is rated R for a reason, so if you don't want to read anything like that, you might as well click the 'back' button right now. Maybe in some parts this should be rated more than R, either way, enjoy!
~*~
And thank you to all the people that reviewed it means a lot!
And Draco and Hermione didn't recognize each other because they have changed so much and it's been a while. You'll find out later they didn't see much of each other the last few months of 6th year too. It all falls into place one way or another, I promise.
Now on with the story!!!
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Hermione ended up letting Jourdian into the house and politely-and a bit sarcastically-asking him to wait a few minutes for Adele was not ready.
"As always, mademoiselle, she keeps me waiting!" Jourdian said with mock sadness.
"Ah, my handsome monsieur, that mademoiselle must be worth the wait, oui?" Adele asked from the top of the stairs.
"Oh, oui, oui!" Jourdian answered quickly beaming at his rather beautiful girlfriend.
"Are you two sure there isn't some way I can talk you out of making me go?" Hermione asked halfway there.
"No!" they both said together.
Hermione sighed and sat back in her seat. 'Well, perhaps it wont be a total waste.' She thought to herself, 'Maybe that cute guy.what's-his-face.Drake, yes, that's it.maybe Drake will be there.'
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'Total waste of my freaking time!' Hermione thought, forty-five minutes later. 'This is bull.' She sat in a corner she decided to call Loserville, where she was a permanent resident for the rest of the night, she supposed. She'd been there for ten minutes only, but that was quite enough. She was seriously debating calling herself a taxi when Jourdian walked up.
"Mione, will you dance with a friend of mine?" He asked, motioning to the curly, dark-haired boy beside him. 'Ah, not too bad.' Hermione thought, standing.
"Sure." She said aloud, smiling. He held his hand out to her, and she took it while he led her out onto the dance floor. A few minutes passed and she found that his name was Philippe and he was a horrid dancer. She pretended to make a trip to the ladies room and seemingly never returned.
In truth, she took up with another section of the dance floor and took up the wild beat of the music. A drink or two were shoved into her hand over the next hour. With the first sip of the first, she knew that it had alcohol in it, but didn't really care. She was sick of being Hermione; tonight she was Mione, a totally different person.
Adele came up to her once or twice, asking if she was all right.
"Fine!" Hermione assured her each time. Around 10:30 Jourdian and Adele wanted to leave.
"Well, go on ahead, I'll catch a cab, I'm not done here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Adele, now go on home."
A bit later she bumped into Drake.
"Hello Mione." He whispered, slipping his strong arms around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder and recognized him.
"Hi Drake." She whispered, "Wanna show those two over there what REAL dancing can be?" She asked in a whisper, gesturing to a couple a few yards from them.
"Only if you're up to it." He whispered back, pulling her up against him. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him a little closer to the other couple. She looked up at him, grinning and leaned up to kiss his neck.
He spun her around and began to dance, eventually putting the other couple to shame. Within a few minutes, their corner of the dance floor had formed a circle around them, clapping and jeering them on.
Hermione turned to him and pressed her hips to his and he leaned over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms about his neck and leaned on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
'Not here, no.' Draco thought to himself. 'Merlin, you know better!' he mentally slapped himself. He set her back to her feet and she let out a little mourning sound of loss.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Not here, love. Come on, lets go somewhere else."
Her only response was to nod and kiss his cheek and meekly follow him outside. They were once again on the motorcycle and he took her to his little apartment. His Aunt Carissa's apartments were one floor down from his, and she was out for the night.
He picked Hermione up and carried her to the door and made quick of the lock and walked in, locking it behind them. He sat her back to her feet and she slumped against him wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled them away.
"Mione, darling, how many drinks did you have?" he asked, suddenly realize how very drunk she must be. Through his haze of passion, he had failed to see that the quiet girl he had met reading Anne Rice at a coffee shop was not the same vixen hanging over him like a common whore.
"Umm, two, or three?" She shrugged, wrapping her arms back around his neck.
'Alright, not slobbering drunk, surely, but still.' he thought. Aloud he asked, "Of what?"
"I dunno. Drake, please, just kiss me again." She murmured.
"I want to, baby, believe me, but you aren't yourself." He whispered back.
"Oh, if you only knew. To hell with who I was, this is the new me, and I like it. I'm not drunk, Drake, I'm fully coherent. I know what I want." She said, standing on tiptoe. "And what I want very much right now is for you to kiss me!"
He finally gave in and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly at first. She was having none of that and pressed her lips to his harder. His tongue flickered across her lower lip, demanding entrance, which she willingly gave. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His mouth slanted over hers more forcefully and his tongue dueled with hers.
He tugged her over to the sofa and sat down, pulling her over to straddle his hips, never breaking the contact of their mouths. Her already short dress rode up nearly to her waist, reveling her lacey black underwear. His hand wandered up and down her exposed thigh. He moved again, and pushed the top of her dress down, revealing a strapless, black, lacey bra.
He moved his kisses to her neck made a burning trail down to the edge of her bra. His hands caressed her breast through the fabric.
"Drake." she moaned, not really knowing what she was asking for, but knowing that she wanted something.
"Shh, love." He whispered, unclasping her bra and banishing it to the floor.
'My God, she's beautiful!' he thought. She moaned again. He leaned over and teased her breast with his tongue. She bucked against him and threw her head back.
"Oh, God, Drake!" she whispered.
"Tell me something, baby." He whispered against her chest, his hot breath driving her crazy.
"Anything.." She whispered, writhing against him.
"Has anyone ever touched you like this, Mione?" he asked, flicking his tongue across her nipple. She arched her back, and shook her head.
"No.I never...never wanted anyone to touch me before." she whispered. "But, I do want this, I want you, and it scares me."
"Why?" he asked, looking up at her.
"It's just not like me, to abandon everything to do something like this." The look of passion and lust was gone from her eyes now, and she was fully aware of how stupidly she'd been acting, yet.. yet she still wanted more of this. Tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Shh, shh, Mione, love, its alright." Draco whispered, cupping her cheek and brushing away her tears with his thumb. "We aren't going to do anything you don't want to do, okay?"
She nodded and brushed away the rest of her tears with the back of her hand. She pulled her dress back up and he picked her up from his lap and carried her into the next room. He laid her down on the bad and slid in next to her. She looked a little confused, and maybe worried.
He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. "Its alright. Just rest and calm down for a while, okay?" She nodded and the top of her head bumped his chin.
"Tell me, love, why me?"
"Why you, what?" she asked.
"Why decided to be different with me? Why abandon everything, like you said."
"You.reminded me of someone in a way." She said, after a moment's hesitation. She was a little afraid he might become insulted.
"In a way? What do you mean by that?"
"Well." she hesitated again, then sighed. "Well, you remind me of the way he could be. This horrid boy from school, you see, you remind me of what he could be. Your smile, I believe he could smile like that if he'd only get rid of that horrid sneer. I believe he could be as sweet as you are, if only he tried. He could call me 'love' and 'baby' instead of mu.well, mean things.
"But he hates me, people like me, so I'm sure he couldn't ever change. I don't really know why I care. He's been so mean to me and my friends over the years.especially to me." She said with a sniffle.
"That horrible, eh?" Draco asked aloud, but he was thinking about how this guy sounded like himself.
"Yes. I've changed a whole lot though. I bet my friends wont even recognize me when I go back to school. You wouldn't believe how ugly I used to be! Bushy hair, big teeth, and rather plain little bookworm really. I suppose everyone was right in calling me a bookworm. I just wanted to excel and show that boy, and others like him that I was just as good as them. You see, people like him don't accept me; I'm a little different from them. I fear 'Bookworm Granger' is all I ever will be." She sighed and rested her cheek against his chest.
'Holy shit!' Draco thought to himself. 'This beautiful creature in my arms right now is goody-goody Gryffindor bookworm Hermione Granger! Mione.yes, HERmione! He should have known! Holy shit!'
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TBC
A/N: Cliffy! Ha! Okay, review and tell me what you think. :-) Remember, the more reviews, the more inspiration I have to write more.and faster!
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