Good Lord, I friggin' feel sick after reading that last one. I'm SO fuckin' sorry for all that fluff! Damn.
Draco had a group of house-elves move all of the things Hermione insisted on keeping into his house later that very day.
They spent the rest of the weekend letting every surface in the house get to know Hermione's backside.
"Morning, love," Draco said, kissing Hermione's head.
It was Monday morning, and they were finally re-entering the real world. They hadn't left the house for anything all weekend--not even food.
"Draco Malfoy, I cannot believe you got up at 7 AM. I amso proud of you!" Hermione joked from the marble island in the kitchen. She sipped her coffee and turned to the second page of the Daily Prophet.
"Yeah, well, you woke me up with all your frantic mutterings," he grumbled, pouring himself a black coffee and sitting down next to her, reading the paper over her shoulder.
"I got up a half-hour late today, and I have to walk all the way off the property to Apparate!" she said. "Then I remembered that I'd already told Kingsley I'd be late this morning because I'd had an--err--meeting this morning."
"Aww, that means I had to wake up this early, and for nothing?" he asked, mock-pouting.
"Well, if you get lucky, maybe I'll accidentally leave the bathroom door unlocked while I'm showering," she grinned.
"Why'd you have to tell your boss that you had a meeting? Shouldn't he know already?" Draco asked skeptically.
Hermione blushed and frantically racked her brain for an excuse. "Oh...well, um...it's not really a meeting, I made it up. I'm really meeting Harry and Ron and Ginny for lunch."
"Bugger, you're still friends with Potty and the Weasels?" Draco scowled.
"Yes, I am. Actually, I'm going to invite them over one night this week. Should I lock up your wand ahead of time, or are you going to be mature?" she asked, kissing his shoulder.
"No, I won't hex them. But you can't make me be nice to them!" he cried childishly.
Hermione smirked. "You want to act like a child? I can treat you like a child, then..."
Draco's face changed to a solemn smile immediately. "Me, childish? Never. Potty--er, Potter and Weasley? Invite them over, I don't mind one little bit!"
Hermione laughed, putting down her empty mug and standing up. She stretched, causing her shirt to lift up over her belly button and smiled slowly. "Well, I'm going to go shower and get ready to meet with my friends. I hope I can figure out how the door lock works..."
Draco followed her into the bathroom, grinning like a moron.
Hermione walked into the restaurant, straight over to her and her friends' normal table. They ate here every Monday, sometimes before work, sometimes after, sometimes at lunch break, but they always did. She pulled her emerald turtleneck--Draco had insisted on the color--up nervously. Draco had made her about a quarter of an hour late, which would have been normal for anyone but her. She sat down, avoiding the incredulous stares.
No one said anything for a minute. Then--
"You had sex!"
Hermione stared at Ginny increduously.
"Oh. My. Gawd. You had sex with Draco Malfoy!" Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione scowled at her, blushing seven shades of red. "How would you know?" she said, looking at the table.
"Well, first of all, that hickey that your turtleneck is trying--and failing--to cover. And second, I just know. I've had enough sex to know when a girl's been thoroughly fucked. Your whole demeanor's changed since last time I saw you, right down to the way you walk. It's about time, I'd say."
Ron and Harry stared at her, both growing red in the face.
"No way!" Harry exclaimed.
"Tell me it's not true. There's no way it's true," Ron said disbelievingly.
Hermione blushed more deeply and looked down. "I've been--um--meaning to...umm...tell you guys. Uh, I, uh, moved in with him. Someone...uh, tried to rape me at my place, and, uh, he asked me to stay with him until I could get a better place. Will you, um, come over on Thursday for dinner? Drac--Malfoy's promised to act decent..."
Ginny shrugged. "I'm in. But we seriously need to talk. Like, talk size and skill and--"
Harry cut her off. "Whatever. It's your decision. I'm open on Thursday. But I'm really concerned that you're forgetting that this is just a mission--one that will most likely end in him getting turned over to Dementors when we're done with him."
Hermione felt a horrible jolt in her stomach at the thought. Draco...to the dementors? She had completely forgotten that this was a mission, to be honest. But, as if she would ever tell them that.
"Of course I haven't forgotten. I'm just trying to do this the right way!" she said fiercely, though she was torn up inside about he new realization.
"You're fucking joking me. If you both agree, then I'll be the bad guy!" Ron said angrily, looking at Ginny and Harry. He loved Hermione as a sister and didn't want this for her, but he knew he was outnumbered. So he grumbled, "Fine. Whatever."
Hermione forced a smile. "Well, I have to go now. I'm late for work." Ginny swallowed a huge chunk of her muffin and stood up, too.
"Let me walk you to work. We have a lot to talk about."
Hermione staggered up the quarter-mile long front walk to the Manor exhaustedly.
She walked into the house and headed straight for the bedroom, dropping her stuff on the settee and going into the bathroom. She filled up a steaming hot bubble bath and pulled off her clothes, settling in. She slid down so she was up to her chin in water and letting a few rare tears slip down her face. She felt so horrible about what she was doing to Draco, he really didn't deserve it, and he hadn't seemed at all evil or suspicious since she'd started dating him.
He was a bit of a nympho, though.
She felt strong hands massagine her shoulders and neck.
"You seem a bit tense. Let me fix that for you," Draco grinned, pulling off his shirt and dress pants. "Mind if I join you?"
Hermione laughed. "Speak of the Dark Lord. I was just thinking about you and your nymphomaniacal tendencies."
"Don't talk about him," said Draco sharply. They stared at each other for a moment before deciding to ignore the slip-up, and Draco slipped into the bath.
Hermione smiled shakily. "I don't mean to inflate your head or anything, but seeing you standing there in the steam just reminds me of how well-endowed you are, in both the size and skill departments." She leaned forward on her knees and kissed him lightly.
"God, and you call me a nympho," he grinned, pulling her on top of him.
A few hours later, Draco lay in bed, listening to Hermione's light snores, thinking about her mention of the Dark Lord.
That had just reminded him of the demise he was leading her to, the horrible, painful, tortured end that she in no way deserved.
It didn't make him feel good, but what could he do?