When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you lick it from knives.

Chapter 1: Books & Stiletto's

Hermione/Draco

The original pairing for this was Harry/Hermione. But it kept poking at my brain that this kinda premise just fit Hermione and Draco's interactions much better. I will eventually write a Harry/Hermione version of this.

AU - NO WAR. Voldemort never existed and the kids had a normal life at school.

Warnings: Dom-ish-Hermione. Sub-ish Draco. Bit of a Mommy kink but it's light. Smut. Everything will be consensual.

Hermione was 28 years old, and had been out of Hogwarts for well over a decade now. She had been out of Britain for just as long, as she had left for Paris not long after graduation. Yet it was just her luck that her first day back on English soil she would run right into Draco Malfoy.

The years had been kind to him, he looked like a younger version of his father, without the long hair, thankfully. The only difference was he had the slate grey eyes of House Black instead of the ice blue of House Malfoy, and his eyebrows were a slightly darker shade than the white blonde of his hair.

He was looking down at her, and sneering. His mouth opening to deliver some stupid insult, as if over a decade hadn't passed between them. Something inside her snapped. After being away all those years, having the time of her life in Paris and Europe, only to come back to the downward curl of Malfoys lip as if he smelled something disgusting. She couldn't help but remember one specific incident from their final year of Hogwarts. The one that had always made her wonder.

Giving herself no time to second guess herself, she stepped forward, into the blond Wizards personal space. Malfoy froze and Hermione had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. Magical folk never anticipated physical attacks after all. She lifted her hands and began adjusting his robes.

"Malfoy, really now, you're a man of almost thirty. You're much too old and handsome to still be walking about with your robes all crooked." She chided.

It was a lie of course. His robes sat on him immaculately, the git. But he didn't know that. For all he knew, he had been walking about all day with his robes hanging wrong, and looking a fool. The blond blushed as he looked down at her hands at his chest, adjusting his lapels, brushing some invisible lint off here and there.

He looked on in confusion, his eyes darting back and forth between her hands and face. Hermione felt a barely there shiver run through him as she let her Magic envelop them both. She looked up at him through her eyelashes before smiling warmly at him.

"There we are. You look quite dashing now."

She stepped back from her old school bully, and continued on her way out of the Ministry. Not even needing to look back to know he followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight.

She wouldn't run into Malfoy again until almost a month later. At the book shop in the alley this time. She rounded a corner only to come face to face with the tall pale Wizard, who seemed just as surprised to see her. He recovered quickly though, his cheeks turning pink, and his eyebrows drawing together.

Hermione almost rolled her eyes, it was obvious Malfoy had felt embarrassed by their last encounter and wished to make up for her having somehow gained the advantage over him. She was sure the venom he was about to spit at her would be just as boring and unimaginative as it had been back in school.

With a sigh, she thrust the two books she was holding into his hands, letting go immediately so he had to fumble to make sure they did not fall to the ground.

"Be a dear and carry these for me as I shop, Malfoy."

She passed by him immediately, already perusing the shelves. She could hear him sputter behind her, trying to find his footing in the unfamiliar situation.

"Granger!"

Hermione turned sharply back towards the tall Wizard with a look of disgust.

"You will carry those books and be silent. Or is that too much for you to handle?"

Meeting and holding his grey gaze, she waited. This would be the first test, to see if she had been right. Malfoy's gaze was ice cold as he stared down at her. He had a perfect poker face, nothing of what he was thinking coming through. But then, his shoulders sagged, just the barest bit.

"I have a meeting in an hour, you better be quick." He growled begrudgingly at her.

Hermione didn't even acknowledge his statement, she simply turned around and kept walking, though she did take note of the time surreptitiously. Holding back a sigh of relief lest he hear it. She made sure her pace was leisurely as she moved through the isles, stopping here or there to grab a book and rifle through its pages.

It was all for show. Though she made sure to stop and actually read, so as not to give it away. Her mind was elsewhere though, back in Hogwarts actually. Remembering their final year there, and the altercation that had led her to this little game she was playing.

It had been in the Library surrounded by books as they were now. They had just gotten back from Christmas break and Harry and Ron had just stormed out of the Library after having a row with her. She had only been trying to help them, get them on track to study for the oncoming NEWT exams.

Malfoy had found her, her eyes teary, a look of disgusted delight on his face as he had obviously overheard everything. She doubted there wasn't a soul in the entire library who hadn't heard the trio's argument. She was lucky Madam Pince wasn't breathing down her neck and scolding her.

She lifted her chin in defiance as he started in on her. Malfoy's usually taunts about her hair, her boorish company, and that no one liked her or her unbearable personality. It was the same as always, and you would think after seven years it wouldn't hurt. But for some reason it hurt more than ever at that time.

Knowing school was about to end, feeling her friends drift farther from her already, knowing once they were out in the real world that there would be little to keep them together. It had all been too much to bear, and so Hermione pushed Malfoy. She pushed him, again and again, until she had him up against a bookshelf, tears streaming down her cheeks as she beat against his chest.

He looked surprised at her actions though he quickly grabbed her hands, making her stop. And for the first time since she had punched him in the nose all those years ago for calling her a Mudblood, Hermione found herself touching Malfoy. In fact her whole body was flush with his, and so she felt it. Felt the hard length of him against her belly.

It was only a moment, where they both froze, their eyes locked, before he pushed her off him. Complaining of her smell, and hoping she did not get any of her muggle germs all over him. (He hadn't called her a Mudblood since she had punched him all those years ago in fact) And then he said it as he turned to leave. A phrase that would swim in her head for years.

"It's not even like those cunts appreciate you." He had sneered as he set his robes to rights, and walked away. Hermione wasn't sure if she had even been intended to hear it. But she had heard it, and it bothered her.

It would turn over and over in her head. It wasn't a compliment, but it also wasn't a taunt or jibe. It implied though, that she did things that should be appreciated, that she should be acknowledged in some way. Why would he ever imply that? Why had he had a hard on?

Soon enough the year would be over, and as she had suspected, it hadn't taken long for those she had considered her best friends to become too busy to see her. When an apprentice position had opened up in Paris, she had jumped at the chance, and left London as soon as she could.

But as the years passed, and she gained more experience out in the real world, her mind would wander back to Malfoy from time to time. Ever so slowly the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. One day, it hit her that he had always found her, as soon as they had come back from any break or summer holiday. He would track her down immediately and have a row with her, forcing her attention on him.

Then one day, while enjoying a lunch break at a park overlooking the Seine, she observed a Muggle mother and child with pale blond hair. Her thoughts flashed to Malfoy again. From what she could tell, Draco's mother, Narcissa Black, had little to do with her son once the heir was born. He was male after all, and of no use to her with the Magical world being a Matriarchal Society.

In the Wizarding world, one did not often see Pure Blood mothers doting on their sons as Molly Weasley did. It was far more common to see the girls spoiled and given preferential treatment. Narcissa Black never even took the Malfoy name. Their arrangement apparently being more of a business contract than marriage from what Hermione gathered. She had given the Malfoys a heir, and had fucked off to Europe afterwards, hardly to be seen in London again.

And from the outside looking in, Hermione supposed she did mother her friends a bit. Not being able to help it. It was her nature, to dote and care on those closest to her, as she had so few friends and family as it was. She could admit to herself that she liked to feel needed. That she wanted people to depend on her, which oftentimes put her in the position to be taken advantage of.

So over the years, a general picture had formed in the curly haired Witches head. What it must be like for the Malfoy Heir looking in at her and her friendship with Harry and Ron. The way she fussed over the pair, cared for them, bossed them around a bit. All those things showed that she loved and adored them.

Hermione couldn't help but form a hypothesis on the behavior, and wonder how a spoiled lonely boy may react to seeing that type of affection. And perhaps, what kind of kinks a grown man may develop from being brought up that way, wanting for female affection…

Hermione noted the time, an hour almost up, while she strolled and mused over her companion and this social experiment of hers. She made one last stop, to a far corner of the shop, where she pulled out a book to add to the two Malfoy still carried for her.

She looked around at a few other books on the shelf as Malfoy shifted nervously beside her. It was five to the hour, and Hermione could feel the anxious energy the Wizard radiated next to her. Biting her lip, she finally turned from the shelves to face Malfoy. Giving him a warm smile, she interlaced one of her arms through his.

"It's just about time for you to go isn't it? Let's go pay for these, and you can be on your way. I wouldn't want you to be late. I abhor tardy people, don't you? Shows a lack of respect, don't you think?"

Malfoy merely grunted, his cheeks turning the barest bit pink as he looked down at their entwined arms before he led her back to the front register. Hermione was surprised when he told the clerk to just charge his account. She hadn't expected that.

They made their way outside to the nearest apparition point where they found themselves facing each other awkwardly. Malfoys face was a blank mask again, giving little away. Hermione decided to do what she would have done if it had been Harry or Ron who had just helped her and paid for her books when they had been friends. Granted, only Harry had ever done so for her on both accounts.

Bending forward and standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. The barest brush of lips against the soft stubble of his jaw.

"Thank you for your company today, Malfoy. Good luck at your meeting."

She pulled away from him slowly. Giving the startled looking man another warm smile before turning to go. Again, without having to look back, she could feel the Pure Blood Wizards gaze on her till she rounded a corner.

The third time they ran into each other was only two weeks later at a gala back in Paris. She was surprised to see him there. As she had concluded her business in London, she thought their interactions had come to an end. Throughout the night she would catch glimpses of him every once in a while, though they were never in the same circle of people at the same time.

After a dance with an incredibly clumsy Bulgarian with two left feet, and hands that pulled her way too close, she had made her escape to one of the empty rooms in the large castle where the gala was being held.

She found herself in a well appointed study, with a large writing table, a small shelf of books, and a cozy fire with one lone overstuffed leather chair next to it. Sitting herself down in the only chair in the room she waited. It didn't take long before the door knob turned and Malfoy silently let himself into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Hermione would later wonder if she hadn't been tipsy on the edge of drunk if she would have done what she did next.

"Draco darling, be a dear." She whined to him as she lifted one heeled foot off the ground.

He didn't even hesitate. Shucking off his robes and placing them neatly over the writing desk, he walked over to kneel in front of the Muggle-born. Taking her extended foot, and peeling off her stiletto gently. He began to knead and rub at the soles of her foot.

Hermione couldn't help but moan in pleasure, it just felt so damn good. Not just his hands, but his magic. Skin to skin contact always gave you a hint of someone's magic, kind of like smelling a man's cologne as he walked by. Malfoys magic was like silk and ice. She knew that didn't make sense, but that's what it felt like.

"Can you believe that cad? Holding me so close? I had never even met the man before tonight."

Malfoy snorted.

"You mean the famous international Quidditch player that you were dancing with? The one every Witch here would give up their left kidney to get their hands on? And some of the Wizards as well."

Hermione turned up her nose and let out a small noise of displeasure.

"He was a brute! He stepped on my toes at least four separate times."

Malfoy snickered, as he continued to knead at her abused foot.

"I will make sure to step in next time." He replied.

Hermione looked down at him, his eyes were fixed on her feet as he worked. She couldn't help but feel as if when he said 'next time', he didn't mean just tonight. How curious. How interesting.

He put her foot down, only to lift up her other foot, and with the same care, pull off her shoe and start kneading and rubbing at her arch. Hermione grabbed at the chair arms, biting her lip, letting out a small mewl of pleasure. She had actually never had anyone rub her feet before, and it was absolutely exquisite.

Looking down at the Wizard before her she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants where he knelt. Her fuzzy tipsy mind once again put her body to action without even thinking through what she was about to do.

Moving the foot he had just finished massaging, she placed it on his lap, flexing her toes teasingly along his inseam. Malfoy paused his ministrations, surprised.

"Don't stop, that feels bloody marvelous." Hermione chided.

Without looking up, he merely nodded and continued on with his massage. Hermione kept her other foot in his lap. Flexing it every once in a while, watching as the bulge in his pants grew. Watching as his breathing got just the barest bit shallower.

As he finished massaging her foot, he moved on to her calf this time. Seemingly loath to stop whatever was happening. Hermione bit her lip in satisfaction as she could now see the clear outline of his cock through his trousers. The large rigid line of it made her mouth water. Not being able to help herself, she finally moved her foot all the way up, massaging the impressive erection with the arch of her foot gently.

"Such a good boy." She whispered.

It was a gamble, calling him 'boy.' She didn't really know how far this kink of his went, or if she was even completely right about it. But she was quickly rewarded as he curled in on himself with a whimper. His head bowed into her lap, his cheek rubbing against her skin as he started to pant.

He let go of her calf and curled his hands into fists on the leather chair on either side of her lap as she pushed some hair out of his face as her foot continued to slide over the soft material of his pants. Rubbing at the hard cock encased within.

"You made me feel so good, you deserve a reward don't you think?"

Grey eyes glazed over as he panted his hot breath across the skin of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. His hands moved to grab onto her, but she merely tsked at him, pulling his hair lightly.

"No touching, it's my turn to touch. Be a good boy and follow the rules."

With a whine Draco shut his eyes tight, and fisted the material of her skirt instead. Biting his lip hard as he trembled. Hermione was absolutely enchanted. Not only did he do as he told, but he loved it. He wanted it, and he wanted it from Her. It was a heady feeling, and the final puzzle piece finally clicked into place. Hermione not only liked being needed, being wanted. She got off on it.

"Does it feel good Draco? Do you wanna come, love?" She whispered as she continued to smooth his white blond hair down gently.

Her foot now rubbing his balls lightly, teasingly. He nodded against her quickly, letting out another desperate whine that went straight to Hermione's cunt. He had lost control of his magic and it had enveloped them both now. Swelling with each stuttering breath he took. He was waiting for her, she realized, waiting for her permission.

"Come for me Darling." She watched in amazement as he let out a desperate sound, something between a sob and a growl low in his throat. His body convulsing, his cock twitching under her foot. She could feel his pants getting damp from his release. She knew in that moment she couldn't come back from this. This had been what had been missing all those years, with all the men and women she had been with.

Patiently, she waited as his breathing evened out, and he came back to himself before she pulled out her wand, and cleaned him up. Magic truly was a wonderful thing. His mussed up hair, the only clue to their time together.

He pushed himself back upright, then reached for her shoes, putting each one back on before standing and helping her to her feet as well. He pulled his own wand out, running it over her skirt to magic out the wrinkles from him grabbing it.

Before long he had his robes back on as Hermione fixed her lipstick in the mirror above the fireplace. He offered his arm to her as they left the cozy little room and went back to the party proper. Where he stayed by her side the rest of the night.

The next morning she would wake up to an early morning owl delivery of flowers, with a note inviting her to lunch later in the week. Draco's personal seal on the letter…

THERE WILL BE MORE CHAPTERS!

I couldn't get this out of my head, and just had to get it down before I could move on to anything else. I feel a little guilty as I already have so many fics that desperately need updating. But there was nothing for it, this just had to be written.

I really wanted to take a stab at a somewhat more Dominant Hermione, and Sub Malfoy. I have never written this dynamic before, so please be kind! I am trying my best. I don't know how regularly I will update this. My intention was to make this very much like Blue Doors and Silk Stalkings, and have it mostly be smut. But I already have an idea for an actual plot for this fic, lol.

I need to stop turning my Smut fics into actual plot driven stories! I can't keep up with them all. Anyways, please review. I always appreciate hearing everyone's opinions.

One last thing! I am super unhappy with the cover. If anyone wants to take a stab at making better cover art, I would greatly appreciate it!