A/N: Hello all, its been a while since I've written Harry Potter fanfiction, but I had a feeling and this is what came of it. So Please read and review, and if you like my stuff go ahead and read my other stories. This will be a 5 part story. Here is part 2!
I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. But I do enjoy fooling around with her characters every once in a while.
In Memorium
Where we left off:
She woke up early, feeling like jelly, she could barely move her legs and there was a throbbing coming from the back of her head. She rolled over and felt a lovely ache between her legs.
She kept her eyes shut as she tried to go back to sleep, but the sun was in her eyes, which was weird considering her bedroom window faces west. And that's when she noticed it. The sheets were silky against her skin, Maybe I'm at Harry and Ginny's she thought, before a strong distinctly male arm pulled her against a distinctly male chest.
And her eyes shot open.
Green. She was in a bedroom with green silk sheets and a steel colored comforter. She wanted to shoot up and look at the man holding her. Instead she looked down at the arm around her.
The Dark Mark.
She screamed and pushed herself away, falling to the floor painfully with the sheets wrapped ridiculously around her legs. Her head hit the wood floor painfully; bumping into the same spot she hit it last night.
Last night. It came back to her, fast and furious, before an amused face peered over the side of the bed.
"Good morning, Granger." Draco reached over the side of the bed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Malfoy?" She looked up at him dumbfounded.
And that's when she realized she was naked.
She scrabbled to cover herself, ripping the sheets from under her and, as an unhelpful result, falling unceremoniously on to her back. She hit her head, again.
Great Hermione, three times in 24 hours, are you trying to give yourself a concussion?
She wrapped the sheets around her body and, as gracefully as possible, stood up to face a man she had hoped to never see again.
"Malfoy," She nodded her head to him in a more polite greating. "How nice to see you."
He chuckled at her remark.
"Granger, I think last night's events allow a bit more intimacy between us, call me Draco." His voice was deep, deeper then she remembered and husky too, it sent shivers down her spine and a coiling in her womb. And all of a sudden she had fallen into memories of the night before.\
Flashback
"Let's go back to my place." His raspy voice poured over her like honey, slow and sensual. His hand on her lower back sent a pulsing through her veins, his warm touch lingering on her thighs and ass, the sweet ache from their earlier romp still between her thighs. She wanted more.
"Yes." That's all she said, and all he heard before sweeping her into his arms and disapparating them to the vast gardens of his home.
"I can't wait any longer, I need you." She didnn't recognize her own voice as she vocalized her growing need.
He didn't waste a minute, and quickly adjusted himself to reveal his straining erection before ripping her ruined undergarments from her body. He sat swiftly on a stone bench, and pulled her onto his lap sliding into her tight sheeth, right in the middle of his mother's rose garden.
Her head was thrown back in a loud moan, the sound echoing off the stone mansion, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. Her hair hanging loosely down her back brushing against his hands where they rested on her hips. He pulled the dress over her head and immediately attached his lips to her breasts.
She could feel the tension in her body growing as she fought for her release grinding and thrusting up and down on his lengthy rod. her nails were biting into his shoulders as her cries grew louder and her release grew closer. she could feel her juices gushing down her thighs and pooling in his lap. Her legs began to twitch, her toes curled and she released a wild cry into the nightas her muscles quaked and tightened around him spurring him on to spurt his own release into her body.
She collapsed against him yet again, resting her cheek on his clothed chest. Her knees and shins were scraped from the stone bench, bleeding from her rough ride.
His breathing slowed down, as he pressed soft kisses to her forehead.
He looked into her face for the first time, and pressed his lips to hers, coaxing her tongue to tangle with his as he stood and placed her gently on her feet.
"Lets go to my room." He pulled her up the back steps onto the large terrace and in through the day room towards his bedroom.
End Flashback
"Oh Sweet Merlin, what did we do?" She felt a little week in the knees and sat down on the bed beside him. "I have children, I can't go out and have sex with some random man."
She put her face in her hands.
"Granger, Hermione," He put a hand on her back and rubbed softly, trying to soothe her.
She started to cry.
"Oh Ron, how I've hurt you, I decieved us, I destroyed our vows, what have I done?"
"Hermione," he lifted her face from the depths of her palms. "I'm not just some random man."
"No," she was angry now. "Your much worse, your Draco Fucking Malfoy, and you waited until I was too drunk to know any better. You used me to..to...settle your own lust."
"Hey, I'm not just here for lust."
"Oh really? Then why did you prey on this poor, drunk, widow?"
"Daddy?" A little girl no more than four, with curly blonde hair and silver eyes matching the orbs of the man before her, came running into the room, "Daddy, Scorpius is chasing me on his broom, Nanna said that he couldn't ride it in the house! Daddy-Oh"
Hermione stood stock still, her entire body tensed as Draco Malfoy walked towards the child, wearing boxers and a t-shirt she hadn't seen before.
"Baby, what did Daddy say about privacy?" He picked her up effortlessly and slung her onto his hip.
"Knock first, and then once you are given permission, enter. But Daddy-"
"No buts, sweetheart, you broke a rule, now you can't have tea with Aunt Pansy and Adora tomorrow." He placed the little girl onto the bed and tickled her, her little body writhed with giggles.
"Now, where's your brother?"
A boy, about six peeked around the open door. He looked exactly like Draco.
"Father, I didn't do anything wrong."
"Come here monster." The boy sheapishly walked towards his father. "Now, are we allowed to chase our sister with brooms?"
"No, Father." The boy shook his head.
"Are we allowed to ride our brooms in the house?"
"No."
"You will not have broom privileges for a week, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Father."
"OK then, now, off to breakfast, the both of you."
The two kids left the room running at full speed pushing and shoving to be the first ones out of the bedroom and to the breakfast nook.
"Sorry about that Darling, they can be a bit of a handful sometimes." Hermione's head snapped up, she glared at him menacingly.
"Don't call me darling. I'm not here to play house with you. I have my own children to take care of."
"I'm sorry Hermione." He said her name mockingly. "Look, I don't expect you to be the mother of my children. The fact is, I saw you last night and knew in that moment that I wanted you. You are sexy and cute and smart. Caring and brave; everything my children need in a mother, but we just had sex for the first time last night, I don't think marriage is currently on the agenda. So lets get some clothes on and go have breakfast and we can talk this out. Maybe by the time you leave I can convince you to go on a date with me."
She looked at him hesitantly before giving him a slight nod.
"I can't really pass up breakfast right now, we expended a lot of energy, and I doubt I'll be able to apparate home without food. But that doesn't mean I'm agreeing to a date."
He smiled widely.
"Wonderful, now lets find that dress you wore last night and transfigure it into something presentable for breakfast."
They searched his room for a few moments before Draco remembered that he had ripped the dress from her body while they were in the rose gardens the evening before.
Instead he grabbed some clothing from the closet.
"These belonged to Astoria." He handed her a beatiful day dress in a lovely shade of robins egg blue, as well as undergarments. "I will have the House Elfs look for your clothing and shoes. But while we are waiting you may look through Astoria's shoe collection and borrow anything you see will fit. Though I think her feet were much larger than yours."
She snorts unattractively at that understatement, Astoria Greengrass Malfoy and Hermione were complete and utter opposites, Astoria was tall and regal, while Hermione was short, curvy and sensual, her long strawberry blonde hair hung in a thick sheet down her back, straight and shiney in comparison to Hermione's wild dark curls. They were programmed differently too, Hermione was smart, fierce and loyal, while Astoria, had been a ruthless woman, more focused on her climb up the social ladder then on her relationships.
"Thanks, Malfoy," She pulled on the clothing adjusting hems and bands to fit her with magic. The dress fell to her knees and flared out around her legs, she wanted to twirl in it. She laughed at how young it made her feel. "Let's go get some breakfast."
Draco smiled at her wistfully, she looked beautiful.
"I'll race you." He grinned playfully at her before running towards the door and out down the hall.
"Hey, that's no fair, I don't know where I'm going!"
She ran after him chasing him down the hall towards the beautiful split staircase. She laughed as paintings muttered at how childish they were, one old man cursed at them for being too loud. This was the most fun Hermione had had since Ron had died.
She ran as fast as she could, her shoes slipping on the waxed marble floors in the front hall and raced behind Draco through the closest door and into a room she recognized. The Drawing Room.
She stopped and it all came back to her. Echoes from her past bounced furiously around the room, splitting her in to little pieces as the memories flodded back.
"You're lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! What else did you take? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife! What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO! How did you get into my vault? Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
"We only met him tonight! We've never been inside your vault. . . . It isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"
The magnicficent carpet was the same, blue with a flowery maroon pattern. She's pretty sure she left some blood on it somewhere in her time being tortured in the beautiful gilded room. She looked up in awe at the chandellier, the same one she had stared at while Greyback had molested her, the same one that came crashing down when they had left the Manor all those years ago.
She searched the carpet, looking for the deep red stain that would prove that these were memories instead of just a horrible nightmare she relived almost every night for the past eight years. As her eyes slid over the floor her vision became blurred. She found it. Tears fell down her cheeks and she couldnt stop herself as she fell to her knees before the beautiful white leather couch and fingered the stain. They had rearranged the furniture to hide the place where her blood had damaged the beauty of the room.
She lay on the floor next to the stain, fingering the scar on her neck with one hand and looking at the word etched on the arem of the other.
She felt broken inside as she relived the most horrific year of her life on the the floor of Malfoy Manor.
She sobbed loudly.
And that's how Draco found her when he realized she hadn't made it to the morning room to eat with his family.
A/N: This may be longer than I thought it would be!
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