Two days. He'd have to wait two whole days. Great. He had waited this long. Five years plus. Draco couldn't sleep for the rest of that night. The silk covers clung to his skin and every time he looked at Asteria asleep he just felt restless. Draco was out of his mind. He longed for the days to hurry up but alas they did not. He'd just have to wait. When Asteria awoke the next morning she grasped the pillow where her husband ought to be. Instead he was in the garden. Staring at the roses.
The days seemed to take centuries but soon the two days past. Draco was getting even more worried. Stupid nerves of his, he thought. He told Asteria he would be out all day for some Potion paper he was writing. She kissed him goodbye and Draco apparated to outside the Weasley house. Not what he expected Ron to have chosen. He expected some shack. This was a cosy detached house in the country. Two storey and made of brick. More Hermione's choice than Ron's. Draco was sure of it. Draco hesitated for a moment, casting a wary eye around the garden. The giant wooden door had this brass lion door knocker on it which Draco was afraid to touch. As he went to tap it the door flung open presenting a bushy mess of hair and a slimming figure. Draco was speechless.
"Draco! I was just about to send you an owl. You were getting a bit late."
"Err...yes. I w-"
"Please, come in." Draco followed Hermione in and looked around the well furnished living room. As Hermione shut the front door Draco began to remove his coat and slung it over his arm. "Sit down. Drink? How about some fire whiskey or a tea? Thank you for coming over by the way. You know, I didn't think you'd come."
"No, thank you. I didn't think I would either but...I reread your letter and I think it was time I..." Draco's voice seemed to cut out as he choked on his own words. Why was this so bloody difficult? "Never mind. So, what is this all bout then? The Department Of Magical Law Enforcement, hey?"
Hermione and Draco both took a seat. Draco on a very soft sofa. Hermione sat on the armchair. She reached down into her sleek leather bag at the side of her chair and produced a large stack of papers out.
"Like I said in my first letter, Draco, as a member of the Department we are trying to finally eradicate muggle-born discrimination and we are trying to destroy those old pro-pureblood laws that are still around. Future generation being more tolerable. I just thought that for our campaign it would be greater with, well, a pureblood on hand, you know?" Draco nodded, "Not pureblood like Ronald. Some people think the Weasley's are traitors but we thought old traditional families like yours. I thought if we got your backing..."
"It might help in some way?"
"Yes! That is it. I thought asking your father was a bad idea. Sorry, it has been five years and well seeing at school you hated me. I thou-"
"I never hated you." Draco blurted out quickly. Far too quickly and with a slight ounce of desperation, "I never hated you, Hermione. Jealousy, yes. Then there was my father's opinion in everything."
"Yes, well I mean by you often calling me 'mudblood' and then there was the entire thing with Vold- you know who." Draco shivered slightly and his glance moved down towards his covered arm. He stared for a while before directly his glance towards Hermione. "After all that I thought it might do you good to help. Also with the family name and all."
Draco was well aware of his family name. Since 1998 it had been dragged through the mud. In a way the Malfoy's had become outcasts. Mainly for being known death eaters. They had only escaped Azkaban because of Harry.
"Thank you, Hermione. Father would want his. Since the whole business his life is in ruins. I'm all for the cause. It is just..." The choking came back again. Hermione had a puzzled look upon her face.
"Just what, Draco? If you think you're too scared then you can for-" Hermione was getting slightly enraged so Draco had to step in.
"It's just that I didn't come here just for the cause!" He blurted out. Hermione stared at his in shock. Unsure what to make of it.
"What do you mean, Draco? Hermione asked.
"I mean...I can't stop thinking about you. When I got your letter I felt the spark inside me again. Igniting all those past feelings. All those years at school acting like the big boy. Calling you that thing and being a right bully. It was all because I love you, Hermione. I don't love Asteria in the way I love you. I came here in some desperate attempt to see your face. I'll leave today and never talk to you again. It's just... I'm sorry. You are my biggest regret, Hermione. If I did all this I thought I could finally gain forgiveness for the way I treated you all those times." Draco hung his head in his hands. The blonde hair mopped over his eyes. He was nearly close to tears. Hermione was still in shock. Staring blankly at Draco. She was utterly speechless. She never knew. All those years. She thought it was silly liking Draco. That devilish boy who hurt her. She didn't care. She loved him but she thought she'd never get his love. She tried to move on and found comfort in Ronald. Slowly she got up from her armchair and sat next to Draco on the sofa.
"Draco, I never knew. All the 'mudblood' comments. You were too blind with blood purity. I'm afraid...you still are." Draco removed his head from his hands and turned to face Hermione. Her hair looked beautiful in the seeping sunlight. Her cheeks were full of colour, like the roses in his garden. He reached out to place his hand upon the side of her face. It was softer than silk. Delicate to the touch. Hermione closed her eyes at the very touch of him. Draco slowly moved his face closer to hers. Then ever so slightly he kissed her upon the lips. As if she was touched by a feather. Hermione felt a rush of sensation. He was so passionate. Slowly Hermione began to use her arms and found her hands moving against her will. One upon the side of Draco's face and the other entwined with his. Draco pulled away leaving Hermione hungry for more. Draco looked down.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. One taste was all I ev-" Before Draco got a chance to finish his sentence he found himself pinned down to the sofa. On top of him sat Hermione. He thought he had angered her and waited for a punch in the face, or something, like she had given him in their third year. Hermione leaned close into him until their noses nearly touched. Her hair fell over his face. It smelt amazingly refreshing.
"You listen to me, Draco Malfoy." Hermione kissed him passionately, separating his lips with her tongue. Draco welcomed it greatly. Almost sad when she pulled away. "You're going nowhere."
That was all Draco needed to know to make another move. With that he finally got the strength to overpower Hermione and pin her to the opposite side of the sofa. Hermione gripped his shirt at the bottom and then forced it over his head, flinging it onto the floor. Draco grasped each side of her shirt and pulled. Ripping it apart, forcing the buttons to ping off. Before him was her bare skin. Structured collar bone. Bulging breasts. Her skin was so soft and it tasted delicious. Sinking his teeth into her bosom. Hermione let out a pleasurably moan.
Hermione could feel Draco's growing cock pressing against the seam of his trousers and digging into her. It longed to be free and pleased. Reaching down she unzipped his trousers to discover he had gone commando. His cock springing out. Meanwhile Draco had moved his hand underneath Hermione to caress her arse. Gripping it in his hand her tight hole. He whispered in her ear before biting down on her ear lobe. Pressing his finger against her, he began to produce circular motions before he pushed it roughly inside. Hermione screamed out in pain and began to moan in pleasure. As she started to whimper her hand wrapped around Draco's neck and her nails dug into him. She was struggling to breathe but begged Draco not to stop. She was still aware of his hardening dick pressed against her. Pre-cum was dripping slowly down his shaft. Hermione saw this opportunity and gripped it tightly. Working her hand up and down to stimulate him further. Draco's hand was now places upon Hermione's thigh. Underneath her skin he noticed that her underwear was wet.
"Trust me." He hissed in her ear. Draco began to work his way down and worked his tongue around her area. He bought his fingers gently up her legs, tickling her. He could tell Hermione was excited. Slowly he began to tongue her clit in circles, flipping to the left and right. He was making gentle variations while with one finger pressed inside her. Draco withdrew his finger and began to suck on it slowly. Edging it slowly towards the clit to tempt her. Hermione was moaning in anticipation. Then Draco started to fuck her with her fingers. He made them strong and hard as if it was his rock hard cock pounding her. Hermione whimpered before him.
"Fuck me already. I need your cock inside me." She gasped. Her breathing heavy and rampant. Her hands, having nowhere to go, were half bitten to stop her screaming out in sheer pleasure. Her attempts to stop herself fail as her muscles give in sending a wave of electricity through her legs, sending her pelvis upwards. Draco held his tongue there and began to drink in her liquid. Slowly he pulled his mouth away and worked his way up to kiss her harshly on the mouth. Tongues flickered.
Draco held Hermione down, gripping her hair. Pulling it in a forceful manner that caused terrific howls of pleasure. Draco forced himself inside Hermione. Letting out a moan as he could feel her. He heard her gasp as he was sure she could feel him inside her. In a rhythmic motion they moved back and forth. Entwined with each other. It must have gone on for hours.
Later that day Hermione lay there within Draco's strong arms. His skin smelt so good. Even with sweat from their recent work out. Draco was twirling a ringlet of her hair around his finger, taking in its sweet smell. It was like a sweet elixir.
"I have to go soon, Hermione." Draco had great disappointment in his voice. He wanted to stay in there with her. In his arms. It felt right. Hermione looked up and rested her head upon his shoulder. She hated to face the truth here. Sooner or later Draco would have to go home to Asteria and Ronald may come home at any time. It was painful forcing the material back on to their bodies. Draco drank up Hermione's natural beauty before she got dressed. Kissing her cheek he promised to write. They would have to do it well enough to not get caught. Draco had finally get hold of what he had craved for all those years. A shame she belonged to another. After Draco had gone Hermione sat there thinking about what had just passed those last few hours. It seemed entirely hard to believe. She had always been so sensible, rule abiding and her she was, sleeping behind her husband's back. Ronald didn't deserve this. All she knew was that she still loved Ronald but deep inside she has a yearning for Draco. A love that burnt inside her. She longed to have him by her side. He longed for the same.
When Draco got home Asteria was asleep in bed. Wrapped up in the silken sheets. She looked beautiful when she slept. Draco climbed into the other side and stared at the ceiling. Was it really so wrong? To be with someone you loved even if you both are married? It was hard. Both had helped conquer the biggest battle to the wizarding world and yet they had become mere slaves to their emotions. These thoughts plagued Draco as he stared at the ceiling. Slowly he drifted off to sleep, the sound of Hermione's voice in his head.
As for me...I hope it's Granger...
Draco woke up in a ragging sweat again. Sheets clinging to his chest. He couldn't sleep in that house. His father's old house. The house where all that hatred happened. Crawling out of bed Draco went outside into his garden. The earth wedged beneath his toes. The cold, brisk morning air chilled his pale skin. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Draco walked until he came to the furthest corner of the garden. In the deepest corner was this rose bush. Filled with beautiful green leaves, thorns and precious flowers. Gorgeous roses budded everywhere on the bush. They were a radiant colour. The colour of her cheeks when she smiled. He liked sitting outside looking at the roses. It was the only calm part within the raging storm of painful memories. Asteria awake to an empty pillow once again. Looking outside she saw her husband, barely clothed, sitting, legs crossed, on the garden lawn in front of the rose bush. Asteria let out a sigh and reached over to grab her vibrant red dressing gown, flinging her legs out of the bed and forced her feet into some fluffy slippers. Asteria slowly made her way outside until she could place her hand upon the cold skin of her husband's shoulder. He looked up at her. Those gray, cold eyes looked tired in the morning light. Draco rose and they both entered the house together.
Hermione held her wand in her hand. Twelve and a half inches, made with walnut and had a dragon heartstring core. She remembered how she had won it from Bellatrix Lestrange. She'd never bothered to replace it. Looking down at the parchment in front of her. She was preparing to perform the charm she had last used to bewitch some galleons used by Dumbledore's Army to convey messages about meeting times. Time she used it with this parchment to do the same. So if anyone but she or Draco read it the parchment would appear to be nothing. Hermione cleared her throat and hoarse voice she uttered the spell.
"Protean." Then she sat down at the desk and began to write a message to Draco. It had been too long since she had spoken to him. His voice whispering in her ear. Yearning to see him again she quilled as fast, and neatly, as she could. When she had finished it she sealed the letter and sent it off with her owl. Watching it fly away, into the cloud filled sky, Hermione felt anxious and a rush of excitement. She longed for a quick reply to her letter. She needed to see his words. She loved the rush of the danger of it all. Hours seemed to pass but soon Hermione heard the shriek of an owl overhead. Rushing to the window she saw the grey blur swoop down and land on the window seal. Letter in its beak. Giving it an owl treat Hermione tore open the letter and read its secret content. It had begun.