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Chapter Fifteen
It was very late in the night when the group was finally kicked out of the Leaky. Draco brought her home, as promised.
"Are coming in for your nightcap?"
"No."
Disappointment showed up immediately, "Oh."
"If I'm coming in, I'm not leaving. You're not ready for this step, yet."
"But earlier you said..."
"I know what I said, but I also know what I want, and feel. I prefer it this way. Sample what will be mine, but not indulge too much."
Hermione kept stroking over his chest, the nails ranking over the taut nipples, "Are you sure?"
His hand stopped her hand, "Don't taunt me further if you're not willing to deal with the consequences…" Hermione unlocked her door, stepped through the threshold and looked at him.
"See you Tuesday?"
"Try to stop me." He pulled her in for the last intense kiss and closed the door before his resolve died.
-oOo-
Sunday brunch at Molly's felt different than usual. As it was the last in this setting.
"After next week, our table will become more crowded. We'll be accommodating two more souls, here." Molly looked around, with her typical smile, sighing, "I guess, there's always room for one more."
"Even Draco?" Hermione didn't know what to expect, from Mother Weasley.
"We don't differentiate in our home. The son is not to blame for the father's sins. From what I saw during the cooking session, Draco seems to have changed greatly. He's polite, he wasn't unfriendly towards Harry or Ron, which surprised me the most…"
Harry fell in, "Yes, Molly. He's been quite tolerable since this whole circus started." Hermione huffed at his description. "I wonder, if Lucius had been another man, I think Draco and I could have befriended each other that first year. It's a shame that the git's head was so clouded."
"He acknowledges it." Hermione picked up a begging Victoria into her lap. "I asked him what he regretted the most in the past, during that first session. He told me he was sorry for looking through a clouded judgement and not his own eyes."
"As I suppose."
Hermione decided to torment her other friend, "How're things with Pansy? Do you want me to knock on your head?"
He ate fast, swallowed the content and spoke empty-mouthed, "No, No. I don't think it will be necessary."
"Ron, did you just empty your mouth first before speaking?"
"I guess?" Hermione smiled, watching how Pansy was grooming Ron so perfectly. The wizard went on, unfazed, "Pansy is not so bad, once she lets you in."
"Let you in, huh?"
Watching Ron blush, was adorable, "Oh, 'Mione… you know what I mean. She's softer behind her mask, makes me smile. Last time, when I picked her up to go to the Leaky, she had baked these cookies. The taste wasn't that bad… they were her very first."
Hermione barely believed her hearing, "Pansy Parkinson baked cookies for you?"
"Doesn't your git do the same?"
"No, he buys me lingerie." Arthur and Molly's gaze fixed on her, knowing glints in their eyes.
"Oh, yes, the lingerie trip. Pansy was quite annoyed I refused to go."
"Why didn't you?" Ginny still found his reason lame, "If you like the witch…"
"I hate shopping, Gin."
"That's no good reason, she's baking cookies for you. I wish I were a beetle to see the mess in the kitchen."
"The house-elf looked as if he was in elf-paradise."
Molly chuckled, "The kitchen must have been the dirtiest then."
"What are your plans for after the pageant?"
"You mean if I survive the cleaning job on Tuesday?"
"Ron, stop worrying." Both Hermione and Molly shushed the ginger head.
"What are your plans, 'Mione? Date the ferret?" In a blushing contest, the result would be a tie between Ron and Hermione. Harry savoured the funniest moment of his life.
"Draco is…"
"So is Pansy, 'Mione. Indescribable. Unexpected."
"More than we imagined?"
"Can we handle them?"
"I don't know, have I become immune to a snake?"
"My snake slithers just fine." Embarrassment hit her, "Oh, shit."
"Mine has nice curves."
"Hear, hear! My little brother has found breasts!" George couldn't hold it anymore. "Have you fondled them?"
"George Weasley, stop with the bully act!" Molly melted watching Ron's flush. "Son, these kind of details aren't something you need to share." His face gave it all away and reminded Arthur of the time he flirted with his wife, whom's face confirmed that she was thinking similarly.
"Molly, I believe we'll be celebrating four weddings in short order."
"Nothing is official yet, Harry." Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"You're one to talk, sister." Ginny made Hermione regret her last words, "By the way you and Malfoy were cosy at the pub party, makes me believe that the wedding bells will ring. Don't deny it. He was all handsy, as if he considered you his possession already."
"We might have tested the waters."
"Harry, did you hear this? This is how they say it nowadays, test the waters, instead of dipping the quill in the inkpot." Molly threw a sharp look Ginny's way, and the girl toned down. "Mother, I'm sorry."
"We haven't dipped a thing into anything." Hermione's hand shook as she brought the glass of water to her lips.
"Don't deny that you haven't tasted a bit of ferret, sister… You don't become so comfortable around each other, by only answering some questions honestly." Ginny sat her glass down, hitting the plate on the way.
"We...might have… kissed."
"How did it taste? How does the ferret score in his kissing skills?"
"Ginny, will you stop?" Hermione was fanning herself, unclear why the heat foremostly, but the intense look of the red-haired didn't back down. "On a scale of one to ten?" All nods and cheeky looks. "Aneleven."
Harry brought both hands together, and rested his chin, "What was that?" He loved to see her this embarrassed but at the same time, happy.
Hermione repeated, with a small voice, "Aneleven." Harry kept looking, stars shining in those green eyes, "An eleven, alright Harry? The ferret knows how to kiss and do other things, capiche?" She threw him a crumpled up napkin. Hungry for revenge, she turned her focus to Ron, "What about Pansy? You two have kissed already."
"Mother, do you have some more dessert?" Ron's effort to escape the inquiry. He whimpered when even his father was waiting for an answer. "It's was fine." Molly sent him an incredulous look, "Mum, C'mon, alright! It was better than fine. I enjoyed it, okay?"
Molly decided, "Now we can stop dragging secrets out of each other. It seems to me that Hermione's initial plan is working perfectly. The Ministry should reward you, Hermione. I have the feeling the majority of these pairs will not be divorcing after that stupid period of five years." She sat a large treacle tart on the centre of the table. "Dessert, my loves. Enjoy."
-oOo-
Hermione had just arrived home, as a floo-call came in. "Finally, you're home. I thought I had to come and rescue you from the Weasley's dungeons. Can I come over?"
"Are you going to insult the Weasley's further?"
"No, I swear it on my mother's soul. Please, Princess. Can I come?" An instant later, he came through the flames, straight to her. His hands brought her face to his, his lips caughting hers in a searing kiss. "Gods, I missed you."
"Were you gone?"
"Witch, you'll pay for that." He backed her up to the couch, pushing her until she sat. He straddled her legs and claimed her mouth again. The hands made their way down to her blouse and unhooked the buttons. In no time, he was admiring a new bra. "I love your secret passion." He took his own shirt out and pressed her down the sofa, pushing his upper body on hers, skin on skin.
"Draco…"
"I need to feel you close, don't worry. I'm keeping my promise." He flipped them, now she was the one on top. Hands caressed her tight belly, tracing the scars from the war. Using his core power, he rose to a sitting position, hands holding her shoulders tight, while her hands played with the tips of his hair, rubbing his neck. "I just need my daily Hermione doses."
His nose inhaled her scent, lips and tongue savouring the taste of her skin, arms squeezing out the air between the two. A long finger pulled the strap down, lowering the lace till under her breast, "I'm addicted to these, so delicious and ripe." He feasted on her mounds, rubbing his nose on his favourite spot, the valley.
Enjoying the shocks of electricity down her spine, she rubbed her centre over his bulge, rasping a laugh after his groan. Hermione wiggled herself free, shovelling down to waist height. Keeping his gaze in hers, she opened the belt and fly, swatted on his arse to make him raise his hips, lowering in one pull the denim and cotton trunks covering his arse.
Draco held her up, "I didn't come for this."
"It's my turn to give pleasure, next time it's yours…" His next comment was shortcut by a low grunt, Hermione taking his cock deep in her mouth, scraping her teeth lightly over the head before sucking on it. Draco trembled, the ripples of fire robbing him of his vision. Head back, Adam's apple protruding through the skin of his neck, breath in short exhales. He was entirely at her mercy, and she drowned at the sight.
Her hand played with his balls, remembering their first time and how he begged for touch. His eyes flew open, full of arousal, at the first stroke. Hermione bobbed up and down, in slow motion, agonisingly slow, licking over the slit, down the hard ridges of his velvety soft skinned member, to take one of the two in the mouth, brush with her tongue right behind them over the neglected ball back to her starting point.
It brought him to his point of no return. She felt him tense under her grasp and took him in her mouth as he spurted his cum into her throat, moaning deeply. Her hand followed the mouth, pumping all he had to give, his own palm grasping the back of her head to show her what he needed. Fingers tightening around her curls. Shivers down his spine.
Purring, Hermione covered him neatly again, pushing his slacks over his hips. Crawling on her fours, she towered over him, the glint of satisfaction readable on her eyes. She licked her lips off, tasting the last drops of essence, and he claimed her mouth brutally.
Her arms surrounded his head, resting on her elbows. "Wipe that cheeky smile of your face, you know you won, princess."
"You were at my mercy, git." She bit him playfully on his bottom lip. He was so spent, that he barely had the strength to react with more than a simple rub over her arse. Annoyed that she was beaming too obviously, he pushed her head under his chin, and snaked her arms around him, holding her tightly.
Draco exhaled with deep breaths of contentment.
"Molly expects you for a future Weasley brunch." Her finger drew eighths on his chest, from her cradling position.
That statement surprised him, "Me?"
"Pansy also. Molly said her house always has room for one more."
"Pansy I can understand, from the rat's point of view." It earned him a swat on his side, "I surrender! The Weasel." A new swat, harder this time. "Stop that. Ron, okay? Pansy and Ron are becoming pretty tight, nowadays."
"She's doing a nice job at grooming him, he swallowed before he spoke today." Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, I could barely believe my eyes, Draco. Ron had table manners." He snorted. "Stop it, Draco. He's my best friend." The humming in defeat rumbled under her ears. "Molly said literally that she doesn't blame you for your fathers' sins. You charmed her with your manners during the cooking, I'm quite proud of you."
It earned her a straight look in the eyes, "You're proud of me?"
"For now, yes. I wonder how you'll do in the next test and most importantly, what you'll do during the pageant."
"What is it with you girls. You only want to see us parade in our underwear!"
"Our female eyes want some man candy, remember?" The blond brow hid under the fringe. "Not that I'm complaining about what's under me." Her finger trailed the crease of his abdominals, "Nicely defined, taut…" He flexed them for extra effect. "Well defined pectorals…" His chest rose faster under her touching. "These little nubs ask to be bitten." Hermione wetted the top of her digit, to rub his nipple in circles, "And the perfect amount of chest hair. Just the way I like it, just a tuft, far from the ape-haired type." Nails ranked once more over the thin hairs, "I can't understand why Blaise wins the Slytherin title."
"Am I your number one?"
"Does your ego need some stroking?"
He roared, "Leave it up to me to end up with the sassiest witch in the world." Draco kissed her on the top of her head, "Were you serious about the Weasleys?"
"Yes."
"I don't deserve it."
"If you feel you did them injustice, apologise as you did with me. Be honest, remember?"
"Don't remind me of that bint." He rose up from the couch, setting her in the corner with a new kiss.
"Are you leaving?" She missed already his warmth.
"Dream sweet dreams of me." Pulling his shirt over his head, he headed towards the Floo.
Hermione followed barefoot, putting on her own blouse, "Draco?"
"I need to deal with some stuff." One last pull against his chest, before that last sweet goodbye kiss. "Miss me, Princess."
"When..." Why was it so hard to see him leave?
"Tuesday at the very latest. My Floo is open for you as well, you know?" That last bit brightened her just a little. "It's the Malfoy penthouse."
"Not the Manor?"
"Not since the fall of Voldemort. I hate the drawing room." The final kiss before he was gone through the flames.
Her fingers lingered on her lips, her mind lost in thoughts.