The Lion's Secret

by EandJMalfoy

Hermione Granger has hidden herself away in the muggle world for the past five years since the war. She emerges from the shadows to attend a party held by the Malfoy's. After a drunken one night stand, at the party, Hermione soon found herself pregnant. The only thing that made it worse is that Draco is the father.

3. The Party

Chapter 3: The Party

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based on the Harry Potter universe by J.K. Rowling. We do not own anything, except the plot and a few characters created by us to further the plot line in the future.

Hermione began to start getting ready for Draco's party, she had a lot to do. Hermione had the perfect outfit for the party, and she needs to start getting ready. Hermione went to her bedroom and began doing her hair. She used her wand to give herself loose curls, she went for a natural look with her makeup. Hermione hardly wore makeup, she only used it for special occasions, and today is one of those occasions. The party began at 8 o'clock and it was already 7, Hermione quickly finished dressing.

Hermione pulled a necklace over her head and attached some post earrings to her ears. She let out a deep breath.

"You can do this, Hermione," she coached herself; "You can do this."

Hermione walked in front of her full length mirror to see herself. She looked like she had just come from the Slytherin common room. Her entire outfit was their colors: green and silver. Hermione tried to calm herself down. Everything seemed so easy. Attending was easy, even the articles about her were easy. It was the initial first steps, that were making her nervous. By the time Hermione finished getting ready, it was 7:50. I am sure if I am ten minutes early it won't matter. I mean that means I can leave ten minutes earlier. Just get it over with Hermione. It's just one night. Hermione spent several minutes talking to herself and a sleeping Crookshanks, who didn't care less. By the time she looked at the clock above her dresser, it was already 8:01.

"I've got to get going!" Hermione exclaimed grabbing her bag. Hermione was going to apparate, but realized she didn't know where to go. She didn't want to splinch herself before the party, especially in front of the Malfoy's. Hermione had her fireplace connected to the floo network and decided it would be safer to travel that way. Hermione grabbed some floo powder from a flower pot, her student's last year had painted for her. She always kept the things they gave or made her. She truly did love her students. They were in way, her third family, apart from her parents and the Weasley's, whom she called her magical family. Hermione walked into her fireplace and said, "Malfoy Manor!" as clearly as she could to avoid going to the wrong place. Hermione watched the green flames disappear around her emerald dress as she stepped into the Manor, being greeted by Narcissa.

"Miss Granger, it's lovely to see you." Narcissa said, smiling. She was much older than Hermione remembered. A much older face that was full of stress and worry.

"Mrs. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you too." Hermione said awkwardly. She didn't really speak with Mrs. Malfoy. She only saw her in fleeting meeting in Diagon Alley.

Hermione went to the ballroom thinking that she a was the first guest to arrive, only to be greeted with a least two dozen others. Hermione let her mouth fall open at the size of the ballroom. There was a large grand staircase that led upstairs and the ground floor was divided by tables that held eight people each and a ballroom where most of the people were dancing. The people swirled in circles around the floor. Switching partners at each turn until they met with their own. All of the people were unfamiliar faces. Hermione could feel the nerves in her stomach, she felt nauseous. But no matter the feeling she continued inside looking her table. Hermione went to a table to find a bunch of cards with everyone attending names on them, written in calligraphy. She circled tables looking for her name, and she finally found her name at the center table. Hermione picked up the thick parchment and looked for table number 7. She winded through the circular tables until she found hers. She looked at the table and saw that she was the first one at her table. A set of white dinnerware sat in front of her, so clean, she could see her reflection in the spoon. The rest of the guests arrived one by one, the ballroom filling up. Once everyone was settled into their seats, Narcissa came to the center. She pointed her wand to her neck and used the Sonorus charm to amplify her voice across the ballroom.

"I would like to thank everyone who came." She announced. "I would like to introduce the man of the night, Draco Malfoy." Draco descended from the grand staircase dressed in all black robes that accentuated his muscular figure. Draco went to stand next to his mother.

"Thank you all for coming to celebrate my 22nd birthday," Draco said. Hermione could tell Draco wasn't prepared to speak and that his mother put him on the spot. Narcissa quickly intervened and spoke again, "It means so much that all of you came. Now without further ado, please enjoy your meals." Narcissa clapped her hands and food appeared on their plates, like it used to at the feasts at Hogwarts. Hermione grabbed her napkin and placed it along her lap to avoid spilling on it and trying to look lady like. She looked at the other tabled and saw that they were all full, then she noticed that there were three empty spots at her table. "Who could be missing?" Hermione asked herself. As if like magic her question was answered, Mrs. Malfoy and Draco sat down in two of the three seats. Draco took the seat farthest away from Hermione and took the seat next to Blaise Zabini, a boy Hermione remembered was neutral during the war. Narcissa on the other hand took the seat closest to Hermione, leaving a gap between her and her son. At this moment, Severus Snape arrived, he much like Draco was dressed in all black and went straight to the table where Narcissa was at, and sat in the empty seat.

"Narcissa." Snape greeted nicely, kissing her hand, "Draco," he said dolefully, "and Miss Granger, it is lovely seeing you, it has been a while."

"Yes, Professor, it certainly has." Hermione commented, shoving food into her mouth.

"You hear that Mr. Malfoy?" Snape said, "Miss Granger called me, Professor. It's been five years and it seems Miss Granger still has more respect for her teachers than what you had when you still attended Hogwarts." Snape then looked at Draco harshfully, "No wonder she got better marks than you."

Draco fumed at the comment, but kept silent. "Granger was always the teacher's pet." Draco said silently. He looked at Hermione, and she stared back at him. She could still see a small amount of hatred in his eyes.

"So Malfoy," Hermione said trying to lighten up the tension at the table, "What have you been doing since we got out of Hogwarts?"

"Well, Granger, since my father fled like the coward he is, I have been doing everything in my power to correct all the wrongs he has done to society."

"It's nice to see you've changed." Hermione said placing some vegetables in her mouth.

"I was never like him in the first place!" Draco hissed, angrily.

"I never said that Malfoy" Hermione replied calmly.

"It sure as hell sounded like you were implying it."

"Draco!" Narcissa warned, "Let it go."

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. Only Narcissa and Snape made small talk, mostly about potions that Snape had been experimenting with. Hermione listened intently to see if she could learn anything new. After the plates were all cleared, by house elves (something Hermione didn't approve of and wanted to talk with Narcissa about), everyone was directed to the side of the ballroom, meant for dancing. Hermione managed to escape the people and moved farther along the back of the crowd while she watched people dance. The food settled her nausea, but still kept her on her toes. Hermione saw from afar that Narcissa was having Draco dance with every girl there. The songs played were slow, but loud enough to be heard throughout the whole manor. Hermione released Draco grabbed each girls hand and paraded her around the ballroom floor for about a minute before he grabbed the next girl, like a conveyor belt. Angelina Johnson. Tabitha Bainbridge. Millicent Bulstrode. Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were just a few of the dozens of women, Malfoy danced with. Hermione saw that there were plenty of women at the party, but didn't want to wait until Narcissa called her up next. Hermione quietly creeped through the crowd heading towards the fireplaces to floo home, when a voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Just where do you think you're going, Mud-, ahem, I mean Granger?" Draco said with a smirk plastered across his face.

"Oh, I am just heading home, Ferr-, wait I mean… no I meant Ferret." Hermione retorted.

Draco took offense to the insult, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, looks like someone doesn't know their manners after all." Draco cooed in a mocking voice.

"I have more manner than a ferret it seems." Hermione shot back.

"Is Ferret your only insult?" Draco raised his brows.

"Is Mudblood yours?" Hermione hissed.

"No, I also have busy hair, beaver teeth, frizz face…"

"Well, if your done, I am going to go now." Hermione went to turn around when a hand grabbed hers. Draco twirled her towards him so they were face to face.

"As much, as I would love to see you leave, mother is making me dance with every girl here and I've put it off long enough since you're the last girl here." Hermione looked past Draco's head to see Narcissa smiling and telling her to come forward. Hermione let out a sigh in annoyance before giving in.

Draco led Hermione to the center of the floor, where the crowd parted around them in a circle. Draco looked at his mother who gave him a look of, "You have no choice." Begrudgingly, Draco placed his hand around Hermione's waist and pulled her closer. Hermione gasped quietly at the sudden closeness of the two of them.

"Uh, Malfoy… I don't know how to dance." Hermione admitted sheepishly. Draco smirked and tightened his grip. Narcissa from the sidelines nodded to begin the music.

Draco moved forward, directing Hermione to move back. He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him. Draco stated his intentions clearly as he led her around the room; something Hermione was thankful for since she could barely walk in the heels she bought. Hermione felt her green dress softly flow around her legs. The light fabric danced around her and the two moved in unison.

Draco felt cocky as he paraded the two of them. Narcissa had forced him through years of dance lessons that he had only used one time before at the Yule Ball with Pansy Parkinson as his date. He wanted impress everyone with his skills, even if it was only Granger, who he had on his arm. The heat around them grew as they moved. They were in sync with the song, they didn't even know. Hermione let a short, ragged breath escape as pushed her outward and then pulled her back forcefully into his control. Draco's skills kept them afloat in the moment as he guided them along.

Hermione could feel his hot, concentrated breath on her face. Hermione raised her head to meet his eyes that towered over her small frame. Hermione allowed him to take her anywhere he pleased on the dance floor. He went right, she went right. He sped up, she sped up. They became one with the song, with the dance and with each other. Draco then looked at her with warning before he spun her and then lifted her off her feet. Hermione was above everyone head as Draco held her by her hips, holding her weight effortlessly. Draco finally let her down just as the song ended. "Malfoy," she whispered, trying to catch her breath "everyone is looking at us." Draco looked around and dropped his grip instantly. Hermione felt his warmth leave her as he took a step away. Hermione looked around awkwardly before walking away and merging with the crowd. Draco watched her disappear into a sea of formal gowns and robes. Draco walked oppositely off the floor of the ballroom and met with his mother.

Hermione was making her way through the crowd when she went to the buffet table she saw a pyramid of wine glasses all filled with rich red wine. "It wouldn't hurt to just have a glass." She picked up a glass and casually took sips until she finished the glass. She picked up another glass glassed and walked into the crowd to see Draco also drinking the wine back at the table. She walked over to him and sat down two seats away from him.

"What do you want now Granger, I thought you were leaving." Draco said with a irritated tone in his voice.

"I was, but decided to stay a bit longer." Draco looked at her from head to toe, then began to laugh a little. "Do you have a problem with what I am wearing."

"No its just that you are dressed in Slytherin colors, and as far as I know, you hate Slytherin." He said drinking more of his wine.

"Well if you must know, when I went to buy this dress, I thought that it look absolutely beautiful. And I knew that silver would complement the green because of Slytherin. And I don't hate Slytherin, I just hate you."

"I think we can settle for frenemies."

"Fine. Frenemies."

"Do you like the wine by any chance?" Draco asked changing the subject.

"The wine is amazing, what is it called?"

"Superior Red." Draco said with a smirk as he took another sip. Hermione set her glass down as soon as she heard the words.

"Is that a reference to Purebloods being more superior to Muggleborns?" Hermione said angrily. Draco let out a laugh as he took another sip, finishing his glass.

"While, I would assume, yes, I don't actually know. My great-grandfather made it, and it's been sitting in our cellar, aging for years."

"Aging away, I am not fond of the name but I do have to admit, your great-grandfather makes a hell of a good wine." Hermione says finishing up her second glass.

Draco picked up his glass and stood up, "I am going to get another glass, here I will refill yours."

Draco grabbed her glasses without waiting for her reply. Hermione was going to decline, knowing that she shouldn't have too much, but it was so good. Draco came back, but instead of coming back with refilled glasses, he came back with a bottle of Superior Red and then took his seat across from her. He refilled Hermione's glass then his. Draco picked up his glass and held it up in the air. "Cheers." Hermione did the same.

"So Granger how does it feel to actually agree with me on something."

"And what does is this thing that we agree on?" Hermione asked taking a sip.

"That this wine is bloody delicious."

Hermione let out a small laugh, "I guess this might be the only time I will actually say you're right."

Both Draco and Hermione drank again. Then refilling, and then Draco poured again, once finished with their glasses, Draco noticed this and refilled his glass and Hermione's before she could object, emptying the bottle. Hermione watched her hand shake as she tried to pick up her glass. Hermione and Draco drank their wine until their glasses were empty. Draco was going to refill his glass until he noticed only a single drop fell from the bottle. "It's all gone." Draco said with a sad expression.

"All gone, Draco you should got get more."

"I have," Draco slurred, "another bottle." He stood up from the table, heading towards the door.

"Where is it?" Hermione asked following Draco.

"Wait!" Draco stopped dead in his tracks causing Hermione to walk straight into his back. Since Hermione could barely walk in her heels, colliding with his back caused her to fall and twist her ankle.

"Dammit!" Hermione hissed in pain.

Draco turned around and kneeled down to Hermione, trying to keep his balance, but failed and fell on her butt. "Granger are you alright?" Draco asked scooting closer to her.

"I think I hurt my ankle." She said holding her ankle.

"Let me take a look." Draco removed Hermione's hands, and examined her ankle. "I can't be sure but I think you did. I'll take you to a guest bedroom, and in the morning I'll take a proper look at it."

Hermione nodded. Draco picked up Hermione and carried her out the door. He went upstairs and meant to go to the North wing of the manor, but because of his disorientation, he headed to the West Wing. Draco walked into a bedroom and set Hermione down on the bed. Hermione sat up and took off her heels. Even in the dark Hermione noticed the dark wood and the hints of green around the room. "Malfoy," Hermione slurred, "Where are we?"

Draco looked around and noticed that they in his bedroom. "It looks like my room. I guess I made a wrong turn."

Hermione started to move over to the edge to get off of Draco's bed. "Granger where do you think you're going."

"I'm going to get off your bed so we could go to another room." Hermione said fully hopping off the bed.

Draco walked up to Hermione "Granger don't be stupid, I carried you all the way here, and there is no way in hell I am carrying you anywhere else."

"You must be really drunk Malfoy."

"Why do you say that?" He asked raising a brow.

"You aren't kicking me out of your room. Aren't you afraid that I'm going to taint it."

Draco began searching around his bedroom for something.

"As my mother had said, 'The Malfoy family is no longer prejudice and is accepting towards all kinds of-'"

"Those are Narcissa's words," Hermione said scooting closer farther towards the end of the bed, near Draco, who was fumbling this something in his dresser, "What do you think?"

Draco stopped fumbling with his top drawer and stared at Hermione. She said it in a seductive way that made him stare at her.

"So Draco," Hermione asked, "What are your thoughts?"

"What did you just say?" Draco asked shocked.

"I said, 'What are your thoughts'?"

"Before that."

"I asked, 'So Draco'?"

"You just called me by my first name." Draco told her.

Hermione moved even closer, "That's what friends do. Call each other by their first name."

"Oh, so we are friends now? I thought we agreed on frenemies?" Draco chuckled.

Hermione rose off the bed, using his bedpost for support, "Do you want to be something more?"

Draco was taken aback by Hermione's request.

"Granger what are you saying?" Draco said taking a few steps away from Hermione.

"You know what I mean, Draco." Hermione climbed off the bed and strutted up to Draco. Draco kept taking steps back until Hermione had him trapped in a corner.

"Granger, you're going to fall. Your left leg can't support you." Draco said speaking rationally.

Hermione smirked, "I have you to help me."

Draco's eyes went wide at her comment.

"Granger, you've had too much to drink. I think you should lay down."

Hermione pressed herself against his chest, "Carry me."

Draco sighed as he picked her up. He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her off her feet. He walked forward and laid her down on his bed. "Draco, I'm uncomfortable, in this dress." Hermione complained. Draco looked at her absent mindedly as she gave him a pout.

"What do you want me to do?" Draco asked, thinking it might be interpreted the wrong way.

"Can you please lend me some clothes." Draco was about to refuse, but then it occurred to him that she might undress in front of him if he didn't.

(A/N: Warning past this point contains mildly explicit lemon. If you do not wish to read, this is the conclusion of the chapter.)

Draco quickly waltzed over to his walk in closet and grabbed a long shirt. He came back only to see Hermione fiddling with her halter strap.

"Granger! What are you doing!" Draco gasped.

"Its not like you haven't seen something like this before." Hermione said finally undoing the top.

Draco closed his eyes before he could see. He hid behind the shirt he had pulled out for her, but the temptation got the best of him. He quickly pulled his shirt over Hermione, and seeing her in his shirt brought lust in his eyes. He looked upward at the ceiling to avoid contact. Don't look. Don't look. Don't do it Draco! He told himself. Draco walked into his bathroom, to try to calm down. He turns the water on and splashes cold water at his face. "How can this be happening. I can not be attracted to Granger." Draco continued to splash water on his face.

Hermione placed her fingers behind Draco's defined jaw as directed him closer.
"Grang-" Hermione pressed her lips to his, engulfing his voice. Her lips were on his awkwardly. She removed them only to look into his eyes.
"What was that!" Draco exclaimed.
"Shh!" She told him in a sexy way. She placed her lips back on his. Draco pulled them apart, "Granger?"
Hermione didn't respond but reach out. She placed her hands on his face and she kissed him. The were quick pecks that turned to slow meaningful kisses that lasted. They only pulled apart barely for air. Hermione pulled completely apart from him and looked deep into his gray eyes. She grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door that led back to the bedroom.
"Granger?" He asked
She gave him a smile, "Come with me."
Draco's eyes went wide again, "Uh, you go ahead, I'll be a minute." He told her. She released his hand and limped off, "Don't take too long."
Hermione closed the door behind her. Draco pulled out his wand. His hand was shaking. Draco had casted a contraceptive charm thousands of times. During the war, Bellatrix taught him voiceless magic, so he could surprise his opponent. Even after the war he used, Draco remembered that concentration is key. He anchored his arm so his own wand was pointed towards himself. He thought of contraception, then of sex and then of the sex he would have with Granger in a few minutes. His concentration wavered thinking of Hermione in the other room. Draco watched a light emerge from his wand. Draco then set his wand down and walked into his bedroom. Draco suddenly felt more ditzy as he saw her on his bed.
Hermione was sitting upright on the bed staring at him.
"What took you so long?" As asked. Draco gulped. Hermione raised her hand in a motion directing him to come forward. Draco walked slowly over to the edge of the bed where Hermione was standing. While sitting on the bed, she was half his height. She raised her eyes to his, "Come down here." She called to him. Draco lifted her slightly to move her farther up the bed and then climbed next to her. Hermione came closer and kissed him tenderly. She wove her fingers into his hair as she pulled herself to him. Draco found her hips through the button up he gave her and used them to steady himself. Draco used a hand to hitch her leg around his waist as he pulled her closer. Draco began to pull off his robes until he had nothing, but his very tight black boxers. They both started in a horizontal position, but somehow found Draco above her. Hermione began to open the shirt, but Draco stopped her.
"Allow me." He told her huskily.
Draco unbuttoned the shirt one button at a time, kissing the flesh the showed as he released the shirt. Draco reached the last button and slid the whole shirt off her body and then chucked it across the floor next to her abandoned dress. Both were shirtless, just kissing when Draco asked, "Granger," he began, "are you a virgin?" He asked in between kisses. Hermione laying into the soft pillows raised herself to Draco and kissed him meaningfully, "Why don't you come and find out?" Draco's mouth dropped as she finished her sentence.
"Draco," she told him, "I want you."
Draco gulped nervously as he stared at her.

"Granger?" She nodded pulling him down onto her. Draco laid on her as they made out. Draco took the reins and kissed her forcefully. He instinctively grabbed the lace edges of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees. Hermione used herself to kick them down at the foot of the bed. Draco then held onto the elastic of his, "Granger, are you sure about this?" He asked concerned.
Hermione kissed his lips lightly, "I am positive."
Draco sighed and pulled down his briefs. He too threw them out of sight and then looked at her, "There's no turning back." He told her.
Hermione nodded as he prepared to enter.
"I'll try to be quick." He told her. Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Draco placed his hands on her hips for support as he went forward. Hermione let out a gasp and then clenched her teeth in pain. Her hands forcefully clenched the near by fabric underneath her. White hot tears emerged from her closed eyes. Draco stood as still as he could, waiting for the pain to subside.
After a minute Hermione adjusted to him and breathed deeply.
"Okay." She told him. Draco proceeded. The first few Hermione still clenched in pain still adjusting to the friction. Draco moved his hips up and down, moving Hermione in the same way. Draco moved in farther causing Hermione to arch her back. Draco held the small of her back for support. Draco moved faster and faster, causing Hermione to lose any words. Her mouth was open in utter shock mixed with pleasure. He leaned in and kissed her behind the ear and trailed down her body. Draco moved faster. He conditioned his body, watching Hermione wince at his drastic change of speed. He felt her muscles being to unclench. He didn't dare go faster, knowing now, that she was indeed a virgin. It was race of who would let go first. Hermione began to slip. Draco focused trying to release first. He felt a sharpness in his torso.
"Draco!" She nearly screamed.
They both finished. Both satisfied. Draco panting, slid out slowly and surely, careful not to break her. He felt her wince at the vacancy of his girth. Draco felt his hands wobble as he fell on top of her, from complete exhaustion. He moved to the side quickly, trying not to crush her. By the time Draco was on his own side of the bed, facing Hermione, he noticed that she had already tried to fall asleep. Draco, who was exhausted as well, fell asleep within minutes.

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