Hermione Malfoy, Chapter Seven
A/N: I forgot all the things I was supposed to comment on here. I'm sure there were a number of things that I can't think of at the moment. Umm…Thanks to Jolly Mary for a review longer than Les Miserables. Oh, and I wrote a stand alone called 'Dracilla.' I labeled that 'humor' and I label this romance. So you might want to check that out if you haven't. Anyway, enjoy this next chapter:
His wife was ripping on Pansy Parkinson just like he had. Looking into his eyes… Pretending they were in love… Lying to her best friends… Tearing others to shreds with just her words?
How deeply Slytherin of her.
Draco could not be more turned on.
Until she winked at him and his entire thought process flew out the window.
**
A thrill ran up her spine at his obvious appreciation, even pride.
Their marriage was built on what any good Slytherin would hope for: Deception, hatred and ambition.
But the idea of him genuinely appreciating anything about her was exciting. Though WHY that was the case, she didn't know, but she couldn't help drawing attention to it.
Hermione Granger would have never flaunted her enjoyment of the situation.
But she was Hermione Malfoy.
So why couldn't she wink at her husband?
**
Pansy watched the entire exchange with a growing feeling of helplessness as the married couple flirted shamelessly at the Gryffindor table, of all places!
She had made out with Harry Potter and for WHAT! To watch them go at it on table?!
"Oh, get a room," she snapped, coloring slightly as every eye at the Gryffindor table turned to look at her in ironic amusement.
"Don't mind if we do," Draco smirked at her, turning to whisper in the mudblood's ear.
Ugh.
Would he never appreciate her sacrifices?
Did he think a lip lock with Potter was something she enjoyed?
Honestly.
She stalked back to the Slytherin table in annoyance. There was only so much torture she could take in one sitting.
**
Talk about sacrifice for nothing.
Harry just resisted the urge to wipe his mouth. While it was clear the girl had…plenty of experience…it just didn't make up for her…Pansyness.
As though the experience wasn't enough, Draco opened his mouth again the second Pansy was gone.
"So, Potter…jumping on the Slytherin bandwagon?"
Hermione gave her husband a disapproving slap, but Harry didn't miss the quirk of a smile that rose to her lips.
"What, honey? I think it's cute. They make a great couple," Draco smirked.
Harry refused to ask why, convinced it would only set him up for another Malfoy comment.
Unfortunately, Ron wasn't one to think about such things, and the question was out of his mouth before Harry could elbow him into silence.
"Oh, you know," Malfoy's eyes twinkled in delight at Ron's question and a feeling of apprehension settled over Harry's stomach, "Her name is Pansy. Potter is a pansy. It's perfect, no?"
Harry reached out a hand to grab Ron's arm as he lifted predictably from his seat to attack Hermione's husband. Again.
***
It was the perfect set up. He'd been helpless to resist, surely Hermione could understand that.
But no, she was frowning at him.
Draco resisted the urge to pout openly. Where was the lovely Mrs. Slytherin from moments before?
"What's wrong, baby?" the words slipped out before he had the chance to bash himself over the head with a Nimbus 2000.
Her eyes lifted to him and it was then that he saw the spark in them, the slight smirk on her lips that let him know he'd fallen into her silky web.
"I don't want to change my name to Insufferable Git to be perfect for you…baby," she winked at him again.
The Gryffindors howled at this comment, but Draco barely heard them, focused, instead, on that snarky set of lips in front of him.
She'd insulted him in front of all her friends and the only reaction he could think of was to kiss her.
Well, why not?
Draco winked back at her.
***
The exultant feeling of victory turned to apprehension when her alarmingly unpredictable husband winked back at her.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Draco murmured, lifting a hand to her hair and stroking her cheek with his thumb.
There was a dangerous glint to his eye and Hermione swallowed convulsively as he slowly, deliberately, brought their lips together.
It was the same and so very different.
The world disappeared again and Hermione's hands lifted around his broad shoulders, her fingers digging through his silky hair and pulling him even closer to her as they deepened their kiss.
Alternate 'awws' and gagging sounds were drowned out in the background as Hermione pressed herself into Draco, drawing into his strength as she explored his passion.
Abruptly, he stopped and she blinked at the unexpected abandonment.
"We're leaving," he muttered hoarsely, scooping her into his arms to clear the table before taking her hand to drag her from the Great Hall.
Dazed, Hermione followed his lead.
The second they were out of view, her back hit the wall and he crushed her against him again. The entire length of his body ground against her and feminine power surged through her blood as she tasted his desire on her tongue and against her body.
There was no need for this, except that he wanted her and the thought of denying the answering flame inside her body wasn't something she could even consider in the inferno of need that coursed through her.
***
They stumbled back to their rooms as quickly as they could with Draco barely resisting the temptation to take her in the empty hallway.
When they were less than 20 meters from their door, he picked her up and ran.
Hermione laughed against his chest and he shut her up, tracing delicate circles on the inside of her knee and lowering his lips to her neck.
She gasped their password and Draco dropped her legs, lowering her gently to the floor as he clawed the robes from their bodies.
He reapplied his lips to her neck and Hermione gasped again, arching into his body a manner designed to destroy him.
She was intoxicating and the need to be consumed with her filled him so pressing, he was in pain from want of her.
The fear that she'd suddenly remember their situation made him all the more passionate in his overwhelming desire to keep her in the moment. At this very second, Hermione Malfoy wanted him and he wasn't about to remind her of all the reasons she shouldn't.
In the back of his mind, he heard a door close but gave no thought to it, intent on the woman beneath him as he explored her body.
"Draco Malfoy!"
He froze, recognizing the voice immediately.
"She's your wife, you can't tumble her in the entryway! I thought we taught you better!"
If the earth could have opened up to swallow him, he would have found the spell to make it happen.
Ideally bringing Hermione along to finish what they started in the Underworld.
Pulling slowly away from his wife, Draco met Narcissa's horrified gaze as Hermione swore quietly.
"Mother," he swallowed, "What are you doing here?"
Narcissa frowned, "Dumbledore said under the circumstances that… Hermione, why didn't you tell him?"
Draco froze, letting his gaze drop slowly back to the woman still pinned beneath him. "That's a good question, Hermione," his lips tightened, "Why didn't you tell me?"
***
Hermione swallowed carefully at the look on Draco's face.
Clearly not ecstatic about his mother's presence in their rooms.
"Dumbledore suggested she wouldn't want to be alone, having lost her husband. I just thought she could stay with us for a few days," she licked her lips quickly.
His jaw hardened and he rose to his feet, pulling her with him.
"And you didn't think to mention this because…?"
"I was distracted," she mumbled in annoyance, loathe to spell out why, exactly, she had been robbed of all thought, when he was being such a prat about it.
"Mother, if you'll excuse us, please?" Draco took her hand and dragged her to his bedroom, mumbling a silencing spell the second the door was closed. "Are you INSANE?"
"Yes. I said your mother could stay here if Dumbledore allowed it. I'm a raving lunatic," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hermione, she can't STAY with us, she'll figure it out!"
The harsh reminder that all of this was all just a game of pretend came as a much needed douse of cold water on any embers of desire for him.
"We put a silencing spell on the room this room at night, I think she'll draw the appropriate conclusions," Hermione gritted her teeth. "You think you can handle that, Malfoy?"
"You moved your stuff in here?" he looked around his room with a frown.
"Welcome to marriage, Malfoy," she glared at him.
***
Draco took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to throw things.
His mother was staying with them. He was in school, he was supposed to be safe from this sort of parental torture. For Merlin's sake, he was married. Did the woman live to destroy his life?
Good lord, she had chastised his style of lovemaking in front of Hermione. Well, not so much style as locale, but it remained the height of humiliation.
Just imagining where they could be right now if not for his mother's interference renewed his rage.
At least Hermione had the spend the night in his room for awhile. There had to be advantages to that. A smile briefly flitted across his lips as he considered his wife, the slightly tussled look to her hair and the brilliant red of her lips from the attention he'd been giving them.
Maybe his mother wasn't evil incarnate after all.
"So…" he stepped closer to her, "Whatever shall we do while you stay with me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her, "Save it for an audience, Malfoy. We wouldn't want anyone to figure out anything, now would we?"
She stomped from the room, leaving Draco to replay the last few minutes in his head with a frown.
Bloody hell, he closed his eyes.
If he knew Hermione like he thought he did, this was going to take some serious sweet talking.
Draco bent to temptation and started hurling things against the wall.
TBC