A/N: Sorry this chapter took longer to write, what with kids starting back to school and all plus I just found out I'm pregnant so not sure how fast future chapters will be but I'll do my best to be as quick as possible!! This chapter is a bit longer than most of my other chapters I think so hopefully it will make up for it……. There is a lovemaking scene so don't read if it might offend, thanks for all the great feedback.
Draco's Choice Chapter 4 By HPFangirl71
Draco Malfoy stared at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed his crooked tie, oh how he hated these black tie affairs! Undoubtedly, he was excellent at pulling these parties off, but he still hated attending them, much less hosting them. How he had let Pansy talk him into this was beyond him unless it were pure guilt on his part. She still knew nothing about his affair with Granger. Although with the amount of running around he'd done in the past few weeks, you'd think she were intentionally keeping him from someone. Draco chuckled wryly to himself at the thought. When Pansy threw a soiree, she threw a doozy. This one was one of her most elaborate since the minister himself would be attending. Pansy was definitely well suited for the role of mistress of Malfoy manor.
All Draco knew was that this ball tonite was some sort of benefit for St. Mungo's. Also because of it he hadn't spent much alone time with Hermione since their lunch together a few weeks ago. He hated to admit it, but he actually missed her. He would never let it be known to her however. He was Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy didn't get all sappy or romantic over his blood inferiors, or did he….? What his enemies wouldn't give for that little bit of info.
Draco was pulled out of his reverie at the sound of Pansy calling to him. He turned around just in time to see her enter the room dressed in magnificent silvery robes. He stopped and stared, he sometimes forgot just how stunning Pansy looked. Perhaps that was part of why he'd let Lucius talk him into this marriage. He'd been fresh from his first year stint as seeker for the Falmouth Falcons. Lucius had wanted to make sure Draco made a good marital match. Draco just thought he'd been afraid of the many Quidditch fans who were half bloods and muggle borns. Draco being the dutiful son had agreed to marry the Parkinson girl in an effort to join the two pureblood families. Now standing here looking at how radiantly beautiful Pansy looked, Draco was sure it had been the right choice.
Draco grabbed Pansy around the waist and brought his lips down on hers. Pansy gently pushed him away, "Not now Draco we have guests.". "I'll kiss my wife any damn time I please and to hang with guests!" Draco told her as he crushed her body into his. The kiss he gave her was rough and demanding, Pansy returned it this time quite willingly. "Somebody's in a frisky mood tonite." She replied. Draco looked down at her with a gaze of intense heat. It tool all his will power to let her go. "Let's get this party over with." he said with a sulky frown. " We mustn't keep minister Shacklebolt waiting." Draco felt a sense of dread as they descended the stairs that led to the party and their many guests. He recognized many of the faces from the best of the pureblood families and also many of the more prominent ministry officials. Suddenly Draco stiffened as he recognized the cold arrogant figure of his father. "Pansy, why is my father here?" She tried to look calm and answered him coolly, "After all Draco he is family and its about time you two started acting more like it" Draco gave Pansy a scathing look, "I have forbade you to invite him to the house and yet you defy me!", he hissed at her. "I know Draco, but its what's best for Scorpius." Draco highly doubted that fact. He said nothing else but left Pansy to tend to guests on her own while he visited the bar.
An hour later, Draco was feeling no pain and decided to ditch his own party. He snuck out the back and into the garden being sure that only the house elves saw him. He made a spur of the moment decision and then apparated. He found himself on Hermione Grangers cottage porch, knocking loudly on her door. Hermione looked up from the couch and the book keeping her company, she wondered who could be visiting her at this late hour. The incessant loud banging was a bit disturbing, so she placed one hand in her pocket on her wand as she slowly opened the front door.
A surly Draco Malfoy burst into her living room. "It took you long enough to answer the damn door!" he shouted at her. Sarcastically she replied, " Well good evening to you too Mr. Malfoy!" "I haven't had a good evening, so don't start with me… that's not what I came here for!" Hermione looked at him in disbelief, "What exactly did you come here for?" Draco strode across the living room and grabbed her roughly around her waist. "This!", he replied as his lips came crashing down upon hers. In a state of shock, Hermione instinctively snaked her hands up the back of his neck. Her fingers were entangled in his long silvery blonde hair. She felt weak as Draco's tongue swiftly explored her mouth. The taste of liquor on his lips only added to the heady danger of this encounter. She was trapped, caught up in a moment of passion that her brain couldn't stop cause her heart wouldn't let it.
Draco picked Hermione up, carrying her into the bedroom and placing her on the bed. He quickly had her undressed and even in his drunken stupor, Draco could enjoy how beautiful she was. She was the one thing in his life that Lucius had no say over. She was his dirty little secret, his skeleton in the closet. Yes, she alone proved that Draco wasn't always the dutiful son. He was nothing like Lucius and for that he was glad.
The feel of Hermione's naked body pressed against him made Draco feel powerful. His hardened manhood throbbed against her thigh. His mouth devoured hers as his hands hungrily explored every crevice of her soft curvy body. As she let out a moan of desire, Draco felt a headiness that had nothing to do with the liquor he'd consumed. His longing for her was intense and hard to control. Draco quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Draco lay down beside her on the bed reveling in their closeness. Hermione started to say something, but Draco smothered her with kisses and she lost her train of thought. They explored each others bodies with reckless abandon. Draco's desire for her was apparent by his growing manhood. Hermione's need for him was just as great.
Draco positioned himself on top of her, looking deeply into her chocolate brown eyes he thrust into her. They both cried out in ecstasy. "You are mine Hermione and always shall be, promise me your heart will always be mine.", Draco whispered huskily into her ear. "I promise you Draco, Always." Hermione moaned back. She knew his possessiveness was his way of showing how deeply he cared. Draco quickened his pace and moved deeper within her, causing her whole body to shudder with delight. She cried out his name several times and Draco reveled in the power he had over her. He felt his own loss of control as his groin muscles tensed and his seed quickly spilled into her.
They lay entwined together, both reveling in the heat of the moment. Neither of them quite ready to let reality come crashing into their private little world. Finally, Draco got up and went into the bathroom to shower. Hermione lay there quietly contemplating what had just happened. She hadn't been expecting Draco, by the looks of his attire he'd come from some society party. She wondered what could have happened that had sent him running to her doorstep. Sadly she knew that he'd be leaving soon. He rarely stayed very long after their lovemaking sessions. It sometimes made her feel used, but she loved Draco and so put up with it.
She was pleasantly shocked when Draco came back into the room and announced that if he were staying all nite she had better not hog the covers. Hermione squealed with delight and hugged him tightly. Draco looked at her beautiful face, lit up with joy. It took so little to make her happy and Draco loved to see her smile. He was ashamed that he was seldom the cause of such happiness. He hated himself for the heartache he caused her.
Draco climbed in next to Hermione, both of them still naked. It felt so good to feel her soft skin next to his. The smell of her perfume filled his nostrils, a mixture of magnolia and roses with just a hint of vanilla. Draco pulled her closer. They lay there silently, Draco running his fingers through Hermione's chestnut curls. It was such a simple gesture, him staying, but it was all she needed. Together they were content and happy…. If only it could always be this way.