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Draco Malfoy lead a normal life.
Well, as normal a life as a former Death Eater could live after the Dark Lord fell.
As he readied himself for work, he heard his eagle owl, Artimus, tapping lightly on the window from his bedroom. He opened it to allow the bird access to his perch, pulling the letter from his talons.
It was addressed to Big Blonde Bastard. Draco rolled his eyes as he turned the envelope over to see the green wax seal adorned with the letter ‘N’. He scoffed as he threw it onto his desk, where all the other unopened letters from Theodore Nott were piled. Draco had no interest in anything his best friend had to say.
Theodore and Draco had remained close during and after the war. They had even shared a flat after the final battle while they were both sentenced to a year of house arrest for their war crimes. Despite the mountain of unanswered messages, Theo was as good as a brother to Draco, and he truly loved him.
It wasn’t even Theo’s boyfriend that Draco had a hard time with these days. Harry Potter had become considerably less of an irritating fucking wanker after the war. Something about not having a piece of Moldy Voldy’s soul living inside him. Shit excuse for being a miserable twat in Draco’s opinion, but he decided to let it go, for Theo. Afterall, Draco was less than pleasant in his school days too.
Harry and Draco had developed a rather fun hate/love relationship when Harry started showing up to all their pub nights. It consisted of all the button pushing and name calling from before, but there was no longer any malice and hate behind the words.
No, Harry wasn’t the issue. It was his arrogant prick of a best friend that Draco couldn’t stand. Yes, Ronald Weasley was the reason that there were a pile of unopened letters on Draco’s desk. The last time the four of them had gone out for drinks, the idiot got shit-faced drunk and as always, couldn’t help but run his mouth. Draco was no stranger to ridicule and hushed whispers wherever he went, so the insults rolled off his back while he kept a smile on his face. It wasn’t until the red-head mentioned Narcissa that Draco reacted by putting the fuckers head through the wall. By the time Theo and Potter had pulled him off the pathetic asshole, Weasley was unconscious and being rushed to St. Mungo’s.
He left the pub that night and hadn’t talked to Theo since. He knew it wasn’t his best friend’s fault. Fuck, he didn’t even blame Potter. But he refused to apologize, and he was sure that was exactly what the letters would ask him to do. Theo seemed to forget that it was he, not Draco, who had always been the peace keeper throughout their lives together.
He rolled his sleeves up as he stared at the stack of envelopes before scoffing and leaving for his shift. Whatever Theo had to say could at least wait until tomorrow.
After his house arrest was lifted, Draco sought to find solace working as far away from the family business as he could.
Enter: Pansy Persephone Parkinson. Draco’s former lover turned best friend; his saving grace.
As he strolled into the Sweet Release Spa, he flashed his bright white smile at Audrey, the young new hire who giggled as he approached the front desk.
Too easy.
Audrey was sweet but far too obvious for Draco’s liking. He preferred a challenge; loved a good chase. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been anyone to keep his interest for very long over the years. He sighed as he approached the eager receptionist, with an admittedly nice arse, and winked. He would play along with her incessant flirting, if only to acquire all the best clients on his schedule. The other staff members hated him for this, and he had exactly zero fucks to give.
“Hello, Audrey. How are we looking today?”
“Perfect.” She answered in a soft whisper as she stared at him with a dreamy smile. He let out a small chuckle.
“I meant my schedule. When is my first appointment?”
A dark red blush covered her cheeks. “Oh, right. I knew that.” She flipped through the appointment book to find his name and Draco sneaked a peak at her bum. She really did have a fantastic arse. If only he could get her to stop talking for 5 minutes, he might even consider a quick broom-closet shag. He thought about casting a silencio and doing just that when she spoke again.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Let’s see… You have your regular 90 minutes at 9am with Mrs. Johnson, another regular at 11am, Mrs. Zabini, that one is a couples massage, Eric will be taking care of her partner while you… erm… take care of her, and it looks like after that you are booked out the rest of the day for a wedding party.”
“For the rest of the day? That has to be a mistake. My Friday’s have been booked out for the rest of the year.”
Audrey’s face, still red, screwed up as she frantically looked through the book.
“Nope, it looks like the party specifically requested you last week.” She glanced up at him with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, the boss wrote this one in, you’ll have to take it up with her.”
Sorry, Audrey. That just cost you that closet shag.
“I think I will do just that. Thanks, Andrea.”
“It’s…. Audrey.” He heard her calling out as he stormed around the corner and into the closed door of the main office to find his boss and former girlfriend, Pansy, with one of the Creevy brothers lapping at her center as she mewled and writhed on top of her desk.
The Creevy twat jumped but kept going when she laced her hand into his hair to hold his head where it was. She hadn’t even reacted to Draco barging in.
“Ahem”
“Yes, I know you’re there. Don’t you dare stop, Creevy, and go a little to the left.” Hand still in his hair, she yanked his head forcefully to the left and let out a sigh. “Oh, Gods. Yes, right there. Draco, kindly fuck off. I’m teaching.”
Draco sighed and watched in silence for a few beats before he spoke, unable to help himself.
“Creevy, quit touching yourself and put your hands to good use. You’ll never get her off with that pathetic mouth of yours.”
“Why don’t you show him a few tricks, D?” Pansy cooed as Creevy glared up at her with a menacing grin before he plunged three of his fingers inside her. She screamed in delight and waved Draco off. “Never mind, darling. All good here. Get out.”
“Find me after you’re finished.” He looked the Creevy boy up and down and rolled his eyes. “Or at least after you pretend to finish.” And he left, leaving the door open.
Fifteen minutes later, a satisfied looking Pansy strolled into his private room.
“New lap dog? Guess you grew tired of Goldstein?”
She shrugged. “I do it for our patrons, Draco dear. The boy’s hands are magic, but he had no idea what to do with that mouth.”
Draco snorted. “Not when it comes to women, no. I heard from Finnigan that the boy is very skilled with his mouth.”
She shrugged again. “Now he is good with either. Now, what was so important?”
“You interfered with my schedule, Parks. We had an agreement. I come work for you and you let me do whatever the fuck I want. Why do I have a wedding party on my books? I don’t do parties.”
She smiled wickedly. “Oh, that is today, isn’t it?”
“What are you up to, woman?”
She patted his cheek as she walked out of the room. “You’ll see. Bit of an early birthday present.”
“Who is it?”
“You’ll see!” She repeated over her shoulder as she headed back to her office.
***
After Draco had finished with Mrs. Zabini and her lover of the month, Draco made his way to the entrance hall to find the mysterious guests. Busy counting the hefty pile of galleons Mrs. Zabini left for him, he didn’t even notice the tall man standing directly in front of him.
“Oi!” said an all too familiar voice. Draco let out an exasperated sigh as he spoke.
“What are you doing here, Nott.”
“I knew you weren’t reading my letters, you arsehole.”
Draco finally met his friend’s eyes, expecting there to be hurt or anger flashing in the green irises. Instead, he found humor and mischief written all over Theo’s face.
“Listen, mate. I know I have been a shite friend the last month, but I’m not going to apologize to the weasel. Not after what he said about my mother only a month after her passing. So, if that’s why you’re here you can just fuck off.”
Theo shook his head and threw his arm over Draco’s shoulders.
“I would never ask you to do that. Harry isn’t even talking to him at the moment.”
Draco checked his watch. “Theo, I am booked the rest of the day, but if you are in town tonight, let’s grab drinks after?”
“Booked…Wedding party, yeah?”
Draco stopped in his tracks, turning to face his friend. “How did you…?”
Theo held up his hand to reveal a gorgeous band around his ring finger. Draco pulled his friend into a hard embrace.
“Gods, Theodore! You’re getting married? Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Theo pulled back and gave him a stern look.
“Right… the letters.” Draco really had been a shite friend.
“It’s more of an elopement. Only our closest friends, since neither of us has any family left. You didn’t read any of the letters then? Not even the one I sent today?”
Before Draco could answer, a mess of black hair came bouncing around the corner.
“Malfoy! You hear the news?” Harry clapped him on the back.
“Congratulations, you two. Really.” Draco held his hand out to shake Potters, and Harry swatted it away, pulling him into an awkward hug. Draco, arms still down at his side, stood there until he was released.
Theo roared with laughter as he withdrew a handful of galleons and slapped them into his fiancé’s hand.
“I can’t believe you actually went for it, babe. But the look on his face was worth every coin.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Potter, if you ever do that again I will hex your cock off.”
Harry laughed and pocketed his galleons. “Malfoy, if you want to see my cock, all you have to do is ask.”
“It is a nice cock.” Theo wagged his eyebrows.
“Gods, why am I friends with you two idiots?” Draco ran his hand over his face in exasperation. “So, did you come up here just to announce your nuptials and be a pain in my arse, or am I actually going to get paid for my time the rest of the day?”
Theo chuckled and Harry smirked.
“Actually, Malfoy. I was scheduled for a session with you but – “
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“I’m flattered, but I think I’ll pass, mate. But I appreciate the enthusiasm.” Theo winked at Draco, who shoved his shoulder. “I am with that Creevy kid for my session. What I think my ridiculously attractive future husband was going to say is that he traded with someone else in the party. Right, lover?”
Harry nodded, smirking as Draco sighed with relief. “Thank Merlin. No offense, Potter. I just have rules in my line of work. And ruining my best friend’s future husband is just not a line I care to cross.” He glanced back at his watch, then called out to Audrey. “I am almost ready for my next appointment, Aud. Can you bring them back in about 5 minutes?”
Audrey nodded, smiling wide at him before turning back to the client she was assisting.
“We are staying at the spa all weekend. Dinner at our’s tonight, tomorrow we have brunch then more services scheduled, and the ceremony is on Sunday. I, of course, expect my best man to be present.” Theo said, a question in his eyes. Draco couldn’t help the wide smile that crept onto his face.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He checked the time once more before excusing himself, not missing the mischievous glance between the two lovers as he left.
Draco had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he wandlessly lit all the candles and lined up the oils. He couldn’t imagine who would be walking through the door in Potter’s place. To his knowledge, there weren’t many people from Potter’s life that were accepting of his relationship with Theo. Not because it was a man that he had fallen in love with, but a death eater. Out of all the Wealsey’s, there were only two who still spoke to him. The Weaslette, the brother who was obsessed with dragons – Draco could never remember his name – and the worst of them all, Ron.
The other third (and most irritating if you ask Draco) of the Golden Trio hadn’t been around for years, save for Christmas’s at Grimmauld place that Draco never attended. Last he had heard, not that he had ever asked or particularly cared, was that she and her Bulgarian fiancé were living a happy life travelling for his quidditch team.
Draco stiffened, hoping beyond all hope that it would be Ginevra entering the dimly lit room instead of her older brother. The only happy ending Ron would get in this establishment would be the ending of his miserable life. And Draco would be more than happy to provide that. Leaving Draco’s rule of having only female client’s aside, he couldn’t forget the mischief dancing in Potter’s eyes when he had told Draco about the change in schedule.
“Ok, miss. This is your room. Please allow me to introduce you to your masseuse, Dr – “
“Malfoy?”
Draco, who was still facing the opposite wall, turned slowly and his heart stopped as he met the golden eyes of none other than Hermione Granger. And suddenly, the looks on his friend’s faces made sense. He hadn’t expected her to show up. The memory of the last time he had seen her flashed in his mind. She was curled up in the bed next to him with her head on his chest, smiling in her sleep as he watched her chest rise and fall for over an hour.
No, that hadn’t been the last time he had seen her. It was that same morning, when he caught her sneaking out of the manor to avoid him after the drunken night they had shared.
They both stood there in stunned silence, eyes locked and chests heaving. Audrey was the first to speak.
“Oh, do know each other? I will leave you to it.” She then leaned into Hermione and whispered a little too loudly, “Don’t worry, Miss Granger. Draco here is the best at what he does. He will help you forget all about that stupid cheating – “
“Thank you, Audrey.” Granger snapped. Audrey apologized softly before handing Draco the clipboard and hurrying out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“That wasn’t very nice, Golden Girl.” Draco drawled, willing his racing heart to settle.
“Don’t call me that. You know how much I always hated it.”
“I know, that’s why I do it.”
“Well… Don’t.”
He smirked, finding that her nervousness seemed to calm his, allowing him to slip into the usual rapport he had with this irritating little witch. He leaned back against the massage table, crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles in from of him. “What do you want me to call you then, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes, muttering “fuck this” as she spun around and walked out of the room.
Well, that just wouldn’t do. Like a snake stalking his prey, he slithered into the hallway, catching up to her with ease, and walked beside her.
“Come on, Granger. I would say that is a vast improvement to the names I used to call you.”
“If I had known it was you… Damn it, I’m going to hex Harry.” She stopped and stuck her finger into his chest. “Stop following me!”
He grabbed her wrist and led her back into the room before she could make a scene.
“Keep it down, witch.” He shut the door behind them and threw up the usual wards and silencing charms.
“Malfoy, no offense, but this is too weird. I wasn’t really comfortable with this whole thing in the first place, but now…”
“You aren’t comfortable with what whole thing, Kitten?” He purred. They were standing close enough for him to feel her chest brush against his. She swallowed, looking from his face, down his body, and to the hand still holding her wrist. She snapped her arm away from him and took two steps back. He was having far too much fun teasing this poor girl. He couldn’t wait to tease her some more, if only she would calm down and let him do his job. He was a master at his skill, never left anyone unsatisfied. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t edge her to the point of insanity first.
She glared at him. “This” she waved her hands at him then around the room.
He cocked a brow. “I’m sorry, I am going to need you to be more specific. Is it the massage, the orgasms that will follow, or the attractive man that will be giving you both that you take issue with?”
“All of the above!”
“So, you agree I am attractive?”
She growled and stomped her foot in agitation. What an adorable creature.
“Malfoy, you know damn well what I meant.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Listen, Granger. If you are truly that uncomfortable with this, I can take you back to the front desk and you can ask Audrey for a new masseuse. But I feel I must tell you that the only other person available is McLaggen. For obvious reasons.”
She made a sour face. “I’d rather crucio myself.” She looked him up and down, seemingly fighting an inner battle. He put his hands in his pockets and waited for her to make her decision. She took a deep breath then met his eyes.
He studied her for a moment. “You understand what we do here, I assume?”
She nodded, but eyed him curiously.
“Don’t tell me the golden swot didn’t do her research?” He smirked.
“I’ve been a bit busy. I only decided to come on this trip last night. There was no time.”
He watched as she fidgeted with her sleeve, moving her weight from one foot to the other. The witch was nervous, and he loved it. He picked up the clipboard Audrey had left with all of Granger’s forms attached. He flipped through them and waited for her to begin asking, what he assumed would be thousands of questions, when he noticed all the forms were blank.
“Granger, you didn’t sign any of these.”
She shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “I’m just getting the massage today, none of the other…services.”
He stared at her until she met his eyes. “Then why are you so bloody nervous?”
She shrugged, “I’ve never had a massage before, and it’s you, someone I know and don’t really trust.”
He rolled his eyes. “Granger, this is my job. Believe it or not, I am damn good at it. Since you haven’t signed any of the forms for additional services, a massage is all you will get. I play by the rules these days, and I take my job very seriously. If you prefer, I can find you a new masseuse, but I assure you, no one out there is better at this than I am.”
She gave him a calculating stare. “You swear, just the massage?”
“Correct.”
“You won’t try anything else?”
“Not even if you got on your knees and begged for it.”
Not true. If that witch was on her knees in front of him, he would lose all his control. But she didn’t need to know that.
She eyed him, disbelieving in her eyes. “Swear it.”
He rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air.
“Gods, Granger. I knew your opinion of me was low, but forcing myself onto an unwilling witch is not a habit I possess. You should know that.” He gave her a knowing glare. This stupid fucking Gryffindor and her high horse. He was remembering more and more why he couldn’t fucking stand her. “You know what, just go. I’ll let Audrey know that you prefer Cormac.”
Her eyes softened and she spoke in a soft whisper. “Malfoy, I’m sorry. Of course, I don’t think you would do that. It’s been a long week. I really think this would be good for me, I just have a hard time relaxing.”
He snorted. “No shit.” He ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want her to go, not really. And he would sooner avada Cormac before letting him lay even a finger on Hermione.
What he really wanted to do was get his hands on any part of her naked body she would allow, even if it was just for a massage. He wanted to make her feel good. “I have a calming drought, if that would help.”
She nodded and took a hesitant step towards him. “Alright, yes. Thank you.”
He pulled a vile from his personal stash of potions in his desk and tossed it to her. “I am going to step out so you can get undressed. If you prefer to keep your knickers on, I can work around them, but it will be a better experience for you if you are fully nude.” It would also be a better experience for him, but she needn’t know that either. “I will drape the sheets so your golden tits and bits are covered the whole time either way.” He winked at her then left the room.
In the hallway, there was a flash of red in the corner of his eyes. When he turned, he saw the smirking face of the Weaslette following Audrey down the hall.
“Ferret! I was wondering when I’d see you!”
“Hello, Weaslette. Who are you with today?”
He already knew the answer before she could say it. Ginny was a regular at the spa and only scheduled with one person.
“Tori, of course. Although, I am still determined to talk Pansy into joining us one of these times.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “I heard you are with Mione.”
Draco nodded, not sure where the conversation was headed and praying that she didn’t mention the night they got drunk and spilled all their deepest secrets with one another. That was the night he discovered Ginny was in love with one of his best friends, Astoria Greengrass. Tori was not one for commitment, and Draco felt for the red-head.
That was also the night that Draco let slip that he had snogged Granger after a night of drinking for Theo’s birthday at Nott Manor, and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms. It had been the best sleep he had ever had. Unfortunately, while Draco had stepped out to grab coffee for the two of them the next morning, she snuck away, not to be heard from again until she had floo’ed Harry to announce her engagement.
Draco shook the memory from his head. “Enjoy yourself, Gin.”
“You too. Be extra nice, she has had a hard week.” She added in a serious tone.
He knocked on the door before cracking it open.
“Are you decent?”
She sighed, “Depends which wizard you ask, I suppose.”
He chuckled and entered the room. “I see that potion has kicked in. How do you feel?”
“Drunk.”
“What? He grabbed the empty vile on the counter. “This is a simple calming draught, I brewed it myself. You should not feel drunk.”
He turned to face her and his cock twitched at the sight. She was laying on her side, her head propped up with one hand while the other held the white sheet barely covering the parts of her body he was desperate to see. Her curls cascaded down her back and he could see the beginnings of a tattoo on her hip. She looked good enough to eat, and he was starving for a taste.
“I may have smuggled some firewhiskey in my purse.” She bit her bottom lip and rolled it between her teeth and Draco’s heart skipped a beat.
“Tsk tsk, Kitten. That is against the rules.”
She rolled her eyes and rolled onto her back, her breasts bouncing as she giggled to herself. “I’ve never been one for rules.”
He swallowed and peeled his eyes from her chest. “Granger, I need you to flip over so I can get started.” He turned to face the opposite wall, more for his benefit than hers. She may not be one for rules, but he was. At work, at the very least.
Rule 1: All forms must be signed before preforming any sexual services on a patron. He also required verbal consent at the end of the massage before carrying onto the more fun activities.
Rule 2: Every masseuse had their preferences. Unlike others that he worked with, such as Creevy and Astoria who were open to all clientele, Draco worked exclusively on women.
Rule 3: He never used his mouth, and never let the patrons touch him. He would bring them all to orgasm using only his hands and his words.
Rule 4: Never, ever, under any circumstances, get involved with a client outside of the four walls of his private room.
Not that he had ever been tempted. Not until now, that is. This woman, who drove him absolutely insane 90% of the time, had always had a pull on him.
It was the reminder of this last rule that had him thanking the Gods that Granger hadn’t signed the NDA or the ‘Sweet Release’ agreement, Pansy’s cutesy name for the consent forms required for the more enjoyable services that they offered at the spa. If she had, and he was permitted to touch her, to hear the sounds she made as he brought her to that peak… He would never want to stop.
He waited for the shuffling to stop before he turned back around to find her lying face down on his table with her perfect round arse barely covered by the sheet. This position also gave him a better look at the tattoo on her hip, that he could now see twisted around her whole back and down the middle of her thigh. It looked like an otter on her back with swirls of magic surrounding it. He was so drawn in by the intricate design that he hadn’t noticed her look up at him.
“It’s my patronus. An otter.”
Of course, he had seen her corporeal patronus at the final battle, pushing more than fifteen dementors back as she ran out of the castle. It took every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself from taking her right then and there on the battle field that day, and Draco spent the next ten minutes of the battle with a raging hard on.
“It’s beautiful.”
She smirked at him before putting her head back into the face cradle. “Be careful, Malfoy. One would almost think that was a compliment.”
He cleared his throat, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
Thoughts like his mouth all over her body, fingers laced in her hair as he had her bent over the table and pulling his name from her lips in loud screams.
Stupid fucking rules.
Stupid perfect woman.
He began on her back, checking with her every so often for preferred pressure, but remaining silent otherwise. Most people wanted little to no conversation during this part of their service. It wasn’t until he started working on the more sensitive areas that they liked to hear his words in their ears. He tried to keep his mind occupied on anything but the fact that the witch on his table was Hermione Granger. It was she who broke the silence after only ten minutes of quiet. If he were honest, he was surprised it took her that long, she had never been one to relax. Or one to shut the fuck up, for that matter.
“Malfoy?”
“Hmm?”
“I was sorry to hear about your mother.”
He smiled softly, “Thank you. I miss her, but she is no longer in pain.”
A beat passed. “I’m also sorry for what Ronald said to you. Harry told me and I am so disgusted with – “
“Granger, Weaslebee has always been an arsehole and it isn’t your job to clean up after him anymore. You should be relaxing, remember?”
She sighed. “I’m trying.”
He started on her neck and she let out a soft involuntary moan that sent chills through his body. He searched his mind for something to distract him from the gorgeous creature under his hands.
First, he thought of brewing potions, only to remember the way he would watch her in Snape’s class as beads of sweat would roll down her chest as she was standing over her steaming cauldron.
Nope, that wouldn’t help.
Next, he rehearsed dance steps in his head, something he used to practice with his mother on holiday breaks. She taught him everything he knew about dancing, and when the time came for the Yule Ball, he was happy to show off his skills to anyone who paid attention. He was most pleased when he caught a certain girl in a bewitching periwinkle dress watching him more than a few times.
He put more pressure on her shoulders as he thought about how she had looked that night, earning him another low mewl.
Fuck. New subject.
Quidditch. He ran through a list of all the gear he needed to play a game of quidditch. From the kit he wore to the golden snitch. His stomach burned with white hot jealousy when the face of Viktor Krum flashed in his mind’s eye, then something Audrey had said niggled in the back of his mind.
“Draco here is the best at what he does. He will help you forget all about that stupid cheating –“
He moved to her side, lifting her left arm and beginning his manipulations to her biceps as he searched her hand for a ring. Her hand was bare, but she may also have removed any jewelry before they started. He surveyed her finger for any imprints of a ring just in case. He glanced around the room, looking for any sign of a diamond when she spoke again.
“I can’t just sit in silence; it makes me more tense. Is it alright if we… talk?”
He blew out an exasperated sigh. “I suppose.” And before she could speak, he seized the opportunity that had presented itself.
“How’s your Krummy fiancé? Is he off somewhere in another private room of this establishment?”
At the mention of Krum, her whole body tensed. “I don’t want to talk about Viktor.” She said in a sharp tone.
“You asked for conversation, Granger. What would you like to discuss? Hogwarts: A History?”
“That is a more tolerable subject, yes.”
“Ah, well you called my bluff. I’ve never actually read it. Though, I am sure you’ve memorized it, cover to cover, if you’d like to give me the skinny of the thing.”
“You can’t be serious!”
He smiled to himself. His goading had paid off.
“Granger, who wants to read a dusty old tome about boring history of the school?”
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, giving Draco the briefest of views of her nipples before grabbing the sheet to cover herself.
“Malfoy! You arrogant prat, you’d better be joking!”
He outright laughed at her outburst. “Calm down, woman. Of course, I am. Bloody had an entire course about the book in our first year, didn’t we?” He placed his hand on her upper back and forced her to lay back down. He started working on her right arm and, once again, got lost in the intricacies of the otter dancing on her back. Another few minutes passed before she spoke again.
“I left Viktor. Yesterday.”
Draco froze. He had expected as much, knowing the reputation of the Bulgarian bastard, but he never thought she would leave him, not for good. She had been with him for years, on and off. It was always the same. They were happy, she would catch him with another witch or wizard and leave, only to run back to him; even after spending a magical night snogging and snuggling another, arguably better man in every way.
“I’m sorry, Granger.”
She snorted “No, you’re not. You hate Viktor.”
He thought about this for a moment. “Sorry you got hurt, yes. Sorry that you finally came to your senses and left him, not in the slightest.”
“Fair enough.”
His hands were making their way down her legs. He wasn’t sure whether she wanted the full body massage, including being comfortable with him massaging her glutes. He decided to take his chances in assuming she was ok with it and adjusted the sheet to reveal the rest of her hip and the tattoo that wound around it. She didn’t protest, so he continued. Her perfect round arse had always been one of his favorite things about her. Bouncing around in her little skirts for school was one thing. But walking to Hogsmeade behind a Granger in muggle jeans, that was a sight to behold.
He wondered whether she would care if he spent a few extra minutes working her glutes.
Or biting them.
Gods, he needed a distraction.
“How long do you think you will last this time?”
“Meaning?”
“Before you run back to dear old, and I can’t stress the old part enough, Vikky?”
Before she could answer, he applied pressure to her sciatic nerve, causing her to yelp in pain.
“Too much pressure?” He asked, knowing all to well that it had been.
A whispered “arsehole” was her only response.
“Ah, ah, Granger. You must sign the forms for those services.”
She huffed out a laugh, and neither of them spoke until he was asking her to flip onto her back. He held the sheet up to allow her privacy. Once she was in position, he began his manipulations once more on her shoulders and upper pectoral muscles, internally congratulating himself for not taking her breasts into his hands and dipping his head down to get a taste. The sheet that covered them did not hide the fact that her nipples were peaked. As his hands travelled down to her thighs, she began to squirm. He knew the signs, he’d watched all of his client’s become aroused at his touch, it was a normal response. But watching her cheeks flush, her thighs press together, sweat pebbling on her face and chest…. It was extasy. The corners of his mouth pulled up and he massaged her inner thigh at an excruciatingly slow pace. Even if she hadn’t signed the bloody forms, he knew other ways to tease her; to make her squirm under his touch.
As he worked down her legs and eventually back up to her inner thighs, she gradually relaxed her legs into a more open position. When her hips twitched upwards when he got closer than necessary to her center, Draco let out a low growl. Judging by the smile on her face, this was the reaction she was hoping for.
When she opened her eyes to meet his, her pupils were blown and he began reciting his rules in his head, one by one.
“Malfoy?”
“Hmm?”
“I think I’ve changed my mind.”
He chuckled, “After only a day? At least make him suffer a week before you run back this time, Granger.”
“Not about Viktor.” Her voice was low and strained. Understanding dawned on him and he took a step back.
“Granger, those forms need to be signed before any of the services begin. No exceptions.”
She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Let me sign the damn forms, Malfoy.”
Fuck.
He wanted to let her. He wanted to break every single one of his rules with this witch. The memory of watching her sneaking out of Nott Manor as he came back the morning after their drunken snog gave him pause.
She was on the rebound. She wanted a distraction, a release.
And he wanted more. He had always wanted more from her.
“I can’t. Parks has rules. I obey them.”
“Pansy?”
“Yes, my boss.” He backed up, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest so they wouldn’t reach out to touch her.
“Is she… just your boss?”
He smirked, knowing damn well what she was asking, and choosing to dodge it all the same. “No, not just my boss. She owns this place; she is everyone’s bloody boss.
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.”
He looked her up and down, “Yes, Kitten. She is strictly my boss, nothing more. Not for a few years now.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, biting her bottom lip and dropping the sheet to pool at her hips. There was a low rumble in his throat.
“Granger, I can’t. The forms.”
“You can just watch then. Unless there is a rule against that as well?”
His eyes rounded and he forgot how to breath as he shook his head in frantic jerks.
“Wonderful.”
She stared directly into his soul as she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples between two fingers. Her head fell back and she let out a sigh. And it was in that moment, his self-control began to crumble. He couldn’t touch her. There were rules. But there was nothing that stopped him from watching her. Or talking her through it.
He pulled his chair over, sitting down and leaning his elbows onto his knees. He was sure this would be a one-time offer, and he wasn’t going to waste it; he wanted a front row seat.
“Move the sheet.” His demand was low and husky. She smirked at him before pulling the sheet from her lap to reveal all of herself to him. He groaned and covered his mouth with his hand.
“What now?” she whispered.
“Lay back and spread your legs.”
She did as she was told and he moved his chair so that he was just feet away from where her slick center was exposed.
“Good girl. Show me how wet you are for me.”
With one hand kneading her breast, the other came down to spread herself open for him. Her pussy was glistening in the dim light; dripping and ready.
“Fuck, Kitten. Is that all for me?” She nodded her head and her hips jerked.
“Touch your clit. Imagine it’s my hand. Show me what you like, what you want me to do.”
At the sound of his belt buckle, she sat up, looking excited.
“Calm down, Granger. If I don’t give myself some room, my cock is going to rip right through my trousers.”
She licked her lips as she stared at the zipper of his pants. She stayed propped on one elbow, snaking the other down her body to her core. Dipping her fingers in, she gathered her arousal and began circling her clit in a languid pace. The hand on her breast went swiftly to her mouth, muffling the soft moans at her own touch.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I want to hear you.”
She glanced from him to the door, he understood her hesitation.
“Granger, I silenced the room. Now keep going.”
She glared at him, narrowing her eyes. “I want to watch, too.” She nodded her head towards his unbuttoned trousers.
Her bold request caught him off guard, and before he knew it, he was pulling his cock out of his pants, pumping it a few times before nodding at her to continue. His rules specifically said she couldn’t touch him. He inwardly thanked himself for allowing this loophole.
She watched his hand working himself with hungry eyes as she increased her own pace.
“Can you come like this, Kitten?”
She shook her head. “I need more.” She rasped out. As she said it, she moved two fingers down, pushing them into her pussy and opening her legs wider to give him a better view.
“Fuck, just like that.” He growled as he reached for the massage oil and dripped some onto his erection. He began pumping himself in a slow rhythm matching the pace she had set for herself. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out was enough to send him over the edge. When he noted a lack of enthusiasm from her, however, his hand stopped; as did hers.
“What is it?” Her face looked worried and her legs started to close.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked, cursing himself as soon as the words left his lips.
“No.” she answered to quicky. He smirked at her.
“Granger, you don’t seem to be having fun. If you are uncomfortable with me here, I can excuse myself for a moment while you finish up.”
“It’s not that. I just… I want more. I need more.”
“I can’t. I want to but – “
But what? The girl of his dreams was quite literally splayed out in front of him asking him to give her more. And he wanted to give her more, he wanted to give her everything.
“Please.” She whimpered, and it was the prettiest sound he had heard.
“Granger.” It was a warning.
She sat up, challenging him with her eyes. “Gods, you prick. I want you to touch me. I will sign anything you want. Please, Draco.”
Every ounce of control he had left was gone at the sound of his name on her lips. He stood up, throwing his chair across the room with a loud crash. She gasped as he shoved her back onto the table and brought his mouth down onto her chest. He wasted no time snaking his hand between their bodies and starting cirlces of his own on her clit while he suckled at her chest and neck. When he bit down on a nipple, she let out a sharp cry. He smiled into her skin as he kissed his way to the other side and repeated the action. This time, when he bit down, he also thrust one of his long fingers into her cunt, drawing another scream.
“Oh, Gods, yes! More, Draco, please.”
He added a second, then third finger as his thumb continued working her clit and his mouth pulled a nipple in and sucked hard. It was only minutes before he had her screaming his name as she rode her orgasm out on his fingers.
After she came down, he pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every bit of her arousal as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you, Kitten.” He growled as he stared at her. She was licking her lips and her eyes were darting from his face to his cock.
“It’s my turn to taste you.” She grabbed the front of his shirt shoved him back into the chair and fell to her knees. He watched with lust-filled eyes as her tongue flipped the head of his erection. She smiled up at him. “Is this against the rules, Mr. Malfoy?”
Yes. It most certainly was. Breaking all the rules.
His breaths were shallow, watching her as she flicked her tongue against his head once more. “You’ve never been one for rules, anyway Granger.”
And at that, her mouth was on him and his cock was hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck me.” He rasped.
She began at a slow pace, keeping eye contact with him as her head bobbed up and down and tears ran down her face. The tension started to build, and his hand shot out to grasp her hair. Her nails dug into his thighs as he thrust his hips up, causing her to gag.
“Fuck, sorry. I got carried away.”
She shook her head and pulled off with a pop.
“Don’t stop.”
“But – “ He let out a loud moan as she took him back into her mouth and hollowed her cheeks, ending any other thoughts he had on the issue. He fisted her hair again and met her eyes, waiting for the go ahead. She nodded and hummed her consent. He thrust his hips up, hitting the back of her throat again and earning the most erotic moan from her.
He thrust into her mouth again and again, and watched as the tears spilled onto her cheeks and the spit ran down her chin. All the while, she looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes and there was a smile playing at the corners of her lips. He had imagined this moment hundreds, maybe thousands of times. And never, in his wildest fantasies, did she look so gorgeous, so perfect.
“You’re taking me so well, Hermione.”
Her eyes closed with his praise and he watched as one of her hands went to her center and began frantic movements while her free hand held his thigh in a bruising grip for support.
When she opened her eyes again, they locked on his and he watched as she came apart with his cock in her mouth and a smile in her eyes; and he knew he was ruined. He would never want anyone else. He would never feel this way with any other witch. He thought he wouldn’t mind at all if he got to have this with her for the rest of his life.
And it was that thought, the thought of keeping her forever and claiming her as his, that sent him over the edge while screaming her name; and she swallowed every last drop.
Once their breathing evened out, he pulled her up into his lap and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss with equal fervor. When she opened her mouth to him, allowing him access, he deepened the kiss. Swiping his tongue against hers, he could taste the mingling flavors of them both on their tongues. She groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in closer as she ground her hips against him. His hands slid up her thighs and onto her hips, gripping them tightly and pulling her even harder against his already hard cock. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything. He needed to sink inside her and feel her walls around him as she came. He needed her like he needed oxygen.
“Draco, I need- “
“I know, Kitten. I need it too.”
He lined himself up to her entrance and pushed inside her to the hilt as they both gasped in pleasure.
“Oh, my gods.” She mewled.
Draco, who was normally very vocal and loved to be loud an expressive, was rendered speechless. He couldn’t believe how perfect they felt together, and he felt his magic coursing through his veins.
They found a slow rhythm together and Draco’s mouth was on her breasts once more. She threw her head back and moaned, holding onto his shoulders for support. It didn’t take either of them long to find their release.
After they both came down from the high, they stared into each other’s eyes. She leaned down and kissed him softly, and he kissed her back willing the kiss to express everything he couldn’t find the words for.
When she pulled back again, she smirked at him and said “So…I guess now I know what you do here.”
He laughed, “Granger, I have never done that here.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down for another punishing kiss. Suddenly, there was a vibrating sound coming from her bag. Draco cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a toy I hear in your bag, Ms. Granger?”
“Shit, what time is it?” She jumped out of his lap and searched her bag for the buzzing distraction. Finally, she pulled out a small plastic device and held it to her ear.
“Harry? Yes, I’m still here. Malfoy and I just… got to talking and…erm… lost track of time.” There was a pause and her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. “He what?” She glanced nervously at Draco, then down at her feet. “Right, I am on my way.”
She shoved the device back into her bag and looked sheepishly at him. “I have to go take care of something with Harry. The dinner is in 30 minutes, see you there?”
“Everything alright?” He asked, watching her face for any sign of regret. He needed to know who ‘he’ was and ‘what’ exactly he had done.
She smiled and put her hand on his cheek, he leaned into it with a sigh. “Everything is perfect.” She pulled his face down for one last kiss before she put her clothes back on and left in a hurry.
***
When Draco finally left the private room after tidying up and casting all the usual cleansing charms, he was greeted in the hall by Theo.
“Well, don’t you look chipper this evening.” He said with a knowing smile.
Draco couldn’t help but return the smile. “Yes, I suppose I am.”
Theo clapped him on the back as they walked toward the exit. “Good for you, mate. And good for her. It’s about damn time, really.”
He rolled his eyes but thought to himself he couldn’t agree more. Something had shifted between the two of them. Even with just a kiss, she set his body on fire. And unless he was reading the situation wrong, he could tell she felt the same way.
He felt like a love-struck idiot as he all but skipped down the hallway with Theo chuckling at his side. He couldn’t wait to see her again in 20 short minutes. Then, perhaps, she would invite him back to her room to finish what they started.
As they rounded the corner, Theo froze.
“Oh, fuck.” He glanced at Draco and grabbed the front of his shirt. “We went the wrong way, D. Let’s go back this way, it’ll be faster.
“What are you talking about, Nott? The Python Suites are just through – “ He stopped in his tracks as he saw her curly hair. He smiled before he realized that standing directly in front of her was Viktor Krum, and Draco watched in slow motion as Krum put his arms around her waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Time stood still.
His fists were clenched at his sides and his jaw ticked with agitation. Theo was talking to him but he couldn’t make out what was being said. The only thing he saw was her. The kiss had stopped and he watched the moment she saw him. Fear crossed her face and she started to shake her head.
She was worried her little Vikky would find out what had just happened. Well, rest assured Granger. No one will ever know. As far as he was concerned, they could forget the whole thing.
He was not about to fall apart in front of his best friend and Audrey, who was watching him from the front desk. He schooled his features to that of nonchalance and said in an even tone, “Come on, Theo. It’s time to celebrate your nuptials.”
“Draco, do you want to talk – “
“Nothing to discuss.” He threw his arm around Theo’s shoulder as put on a fake smile. “I think you were right, this way would be better.”
Fifteen minutes later, he was chatting with Ginny about her latest excursion with Tori when a small hand tapped his sleeve. He turned to find Hermione’s golden eyes staring back up at him.
“Draco, can I talk to you please?”
Ginny gave him a very indiscreet wink and nudge with her shoulder before making her way to congratulate the happy couple at the front of the room. Draco took a deep breath and turned to face her.
“What is it, Granger?”
She blinked up at him, taken aback by the lack of emotion in his tone.
“Draco, I… what you saw… that..”
“Ah, yes. I see you are back with Vikky. Right on schedule. I wish you the best of luck with your piece of shit boyfriend.” She looked as if she had been slapped.
“That’s it? Just like last time?”
“What are you on about, now?” He drawled.
“I’m talking about that night! When you got scared and ran away like a coward.”
His head snapped towards her. “That’s what you think?? That I was the one who ran away? You couldn’t get back to Krum fast enough that morning!” He glanced up and saw Viktor walking briskly towards the two of them. “Right on cue. Looks like nothing has changed.” He nodded towards Krum and turned to walk away.
“You are such a selfish asshole.” She whispered.
He stopped but didn’t turn to speak his next words. “I’m not doing this here. This night is about our friends.” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “Enjoy your evening with Krum, I hope he makes you happy. You deserve that at least.” Then he walked towards Theo.
Dinner was actually delightful, if Draco ignored the pain in his chest anytime he looked at Hermione. Who was looking back at him every time. It was an unlikely group consisting of Gryffindors, Slytherins, muggles, and whatever Hagrid was.
On Theo’s side sat Tori, Pansy, Blaise, the Dragon loving Weasley brother – Charlie, as Theo reminded Draco for the thousandth time that night - and of course, Draco. Theo and Charlie were old flames before Theo and Potter connected after the war, they had been close friends ever since.
On Potter’s side sat Ginevra, Potter’s muggle cousin, Dudley, Neville, Hagrid and Hermione. Draco couldn’t help but notice that a certain Bulgarian was missing from the party.
“Tell us the story about how you two idiots got together!” Pansy called to Theo across the table. Harry’s face lit up as he reached for Theo’s hand, encouraging him to begin.
“Ok, well it was a couple years ago, on my birthday actually.”
Draco and Theo had been spending more time with the Boy Who Lived after running into him and Granger at a national quidditch match. Unfortunately, Ron was also tagging along back in those days, but when Theo announced he wanted to have a birthday bash at Nott Manor, Weasley refused to attend. “I’m not going to a death eaters house to party. Go ahead without me, mate.” To everyone’s relief, he meant it and never showed up. Fortunately for Draco, Hermione had decided to come last minute since she had broken things off with her boyfriend at the time, Krum. It ended up just being Theo, Draco, Hermione and Harry, as Ginny and Astoria snuck away within the first 10 minutes to find a room to occupy the rest of the evening.
“We stayed up all night talking about everything, our childhoods, our abusive relatives, no offense Dud.”
Harry’s cousin waved him off. “Nah, my dad was a fucking wanker. And I wasn’t any better. We’re past all that rubbish.”
The table laughed before Theo continued. “The next morning, this blonde bastard walked in on us mid-snog and the rest is history.” Theo clapped him on the back.
“Tell them my favorite part, Theo!” Harry begged, quickly glancing at Draco, then to Hermione. That mischief was back in his eyes.
Oh, fuck. Draco forgot about this part.
“Anyone need a refill, I’m just gonna – “
“Sit down, Malfoy. Don’t be embarrassed, it was really sweet actually.” Harry said. “Malfoy here had taken the liberty of setting up a lovely breakfast in the gardens that morning, flowers and everything.” Harry was now staring at Hermione, the stupid obvious twat. “Said he could tell that we were both obviously into each other and wanted to do something special for Theo on his birthday. Who knew this guy was such a softy?” Harry jested, but had a genuine smile on his face. Draco chuckled and held his glass up to Harry in salute, avoiding the golden eyes that were burning into the side of his face.
“You set it up that morning? I don’t remember that.” She was talking directly to him, but he was still avoiding her gaze. Instead, he looked to Pansy, regretting it instantly as he saw the knowing look in her eyes as she glanced between Hermione and himself.
“Draco, darling. Why doesn’t Granger here remember your little picnic in the garden?”
He shot her a glare, huffed out a sigh, then turned to finally meet Hermione’s eyes.
“Well, you see Granger, I went to arrange the picnic when I woke up that morning. You probably don’t remember it because by the time I got back to the house, you had gone back to Viktor.”
“Why would you do that?” She asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
His face hardened. She knew, she had to know, that he had set it up for them; for her. She knew and she was still going to make him say it.
Fuck her and fuck this.
“I know love when I see it, Granger. And I thought, the way they had looked at each other all night, spending hours talking and holding each other… I thought they had something special, worth exploring. Something you may have seen if you hadn’t run away that morning.”
You could have heard a pin drop in that moment. A single tear slid down her cheek before he was finally able to break their gaze. He looked to Theo, who had understanding written all over his face, and said “And I was right, wasn’t I?! Let us drink to the happy couple!”
“Here here!” yelled the snakes at the table, and Draco silently thanked them for their loyalty in that moment.
The table broke into a happy chatter, and Hermione excused herself from the table. After several kicks to his shin under the table by almost every single person there, Draco reluctantly stood to follow her when he noticed that Krum was there. Again. With his hands on her, pulling her into his arms. Again.
“What the fuck is he doing back here?” Theo said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the fourth time she will be asking him to leave.” Harry spat as he stood to approach the couple. He made it all but three strides away from the rest of the party before Draco grabbed his arm.
“Why would she ask him to leave?” He asked dumbly, staring at Potter.
He rolled his eyes. “Malfoy, for the sake of time, I am going to stop playing stupid. I know everything. I know about Theo’s birthday, I know about this afternoon, and I know about the picnic, because I found the letter you wrote to her under my plate that morning.” He thrust his hair out of his face. “Now that the details are out of the way, I can safely tell you that Viktor is not here on invitation. The reason Hermione left him is… well, not only did she catch him with another witch… again… When she told him she was leaving, he struck her. I don’t know if it was just once, or more, but the DMLE were involved and there is a restraining order against him. He is not supposed to be near her. She has asked him to leave because, even if you can’t see it for some gods forsaken reason, she is crazy about you. Always has been. That’s why she and Ron broke up all those years ago, and why she settled for Viktor when you and Pans were engaged. Now are you going to kick that fuckers ass, or shall I?
Draco’s fists were clenched at his side and his jaw ticked as he stared into those green eyes, searching for a hint of a lie.
“He hit her?”
Harry’s shoulders fell. “I don’t even think it was the first time. Just the first time she told me. Ron made some offhand comment about Krum being a better build for a beater once, but I didn’t think anything of it back then. I should have known. I wish she had told me.”
Draco turned on his heel, leaving Potter to his self-destructive thoughts about whether or not he was a good friend. Theo could deal with the emotional side of things. Draco searched the room for his witch and the soon-to-be-dead Bulgarian, but they had disappeared. It didn’t take him long to find them in an empty room down the hall. Krum was yelling at her as she stared at him with a blank expression.
“How could you leave me, without so much as a word? I’ve been worried, pet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why did you leave without telling me?”
“I almost missed my best friend’s wedding because of you Viktor! How dare you hide my letters! And of course I didn’t tell you I was leaving you. I assumed the restraining order that the DMLE served you was explanation enough. Speaking of the DMLE, they will be here shortly. Bugger off.”
Draco was watching this exchange, leaning against the doorframe. He was, once again, in awe and proud of the witch and her bravery. However, his body stiffened as Krum took two steps closer to her and she curled into herself.
“You and I both know they aren’t coming. Stop fucking around. Go get your shit, we are going home.”
“No.”
Krum stepped into her once more, bringing his hand to her throat. “Excuse me?”
Draco silently walked across the room, bringing his wand against Krums temple. “Take your fucking hands off of her, you piece of shit.”
Krum dropped his hand before slowly turning to face his assailant.
“Malfoy?” He chuckled and turned back to Hermione and it took all of Draco’s resolve not to snap Krums neck when he saw her flinch.
“I should have known you would run into the arms of this Death Eater scum. How many times do I have to tell you, he will never want someone like you. Now go get your shit and say goodbye to your little friends.”
Draco tucked his wand into his robes and grabbed the scruff of Krums shirt, lifting him off the ground before he threw him as far away from Hermione as he could. Krum tumbled over the small table in the middle of the room and Draco turned to inspect Hermione for any sign of injuries. When he noticed the red handprint across her left cheek, he saw red. As Draco was turning to find Krum, the Bulgarian landed a punch to his nose. Draco let out an evil laugh before attacking Krum, taking him to the floor and bringing his fists down on him, over and over.
“Draco, stop! He is unconscious!”
He looked down at the bloodied face, landing one more hit before he felt her behind him. Hermione cupped his cheeks in her hands and forced his face up to hers, meeting his eyes and breaking him out of his trance. He pulled his wand and bound Krum’s hands and feet before turning to check her once more for any other injuries.
She had tears streaking her cheeks, but he could see in here eyes that they were tears of anger, not fear or worry. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. She was quick to do the same. After a few minutes, he pulled back to meet her gaze.
“Are you alright?” He asked, as his fingers traced the outline of Krums hand on her cheek.
She shrugged, leaning into his touch. “I’ll be fine. It’s… erm… not the first time.”
He clenched his jaw a few times before he asked, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell anyone?”
She looked down at her feet. “I told Ron, after the first time.”
“When?” He made a mental note to go on a weasel hunt after the wedding. How could Ron not do anything? Not tell any of them? What the fuck was his problem?
“Right before I came to Theo’s birthday party. I had stopped at the burrow, hoping to catch Harry before he left for the party.” Her face hardened and she looked to the door and whispered her next sentence. “He told me it was what I deserved after everything I put him through. That was the last time I spoke to Ronald.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
She scoffed. “Don’t waste your time. He isn’t worth it.” She finally looked back up and met his eyes. “When I saw how happy Harry and Theo were at the party, and Ginny with Tori, I didn’t want to put a damper on the evening, so I never said anything.”
Draco nodded, tucking a loose curl behind her hair. “Krum said he knew you would run into my arms when you left him.”
She just stared at him in silence, one eyebrow raised in question.
“We aren’t dancing around this anymore, Hermione. Why did Krum assume he would find you with me?”
She laughed. Laughed. His hand dropped and he stepped back.
She narrowed her eyes at his retreat and stepped back into his space, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Draco.” His name on her tongue caused him to shiver with pleasure. “You cannot possibly be serious.” Before he could pull back again, she wound her arms around his waist and smiled sweetly. “I have been obsessively in love with you since we were 11 years old, you sodding idiot.”
He stared at her in disbelief. Potter had all but confirmed this information not 15 minutes prior, but hearing it from her mouth rendered him completely paralyzed. She searched his expression for any sign that he felt the same, apparently not finding it because her hands fell from his waist. “It seems I misread things, I had hoped, after this afternoon, the feelings were mutual.” She stepped back again, looking towards the door.
“Granger, I –“
She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, Malfoy.”
“Believe me now?” Krums voice startled both of them, but their eyes remained locked. He began to chuckle to himself as he whispered “Stupid fucking mudblood bitch.”
Her eyes began to well up with tears.
“Granger, I – “
She slapped away the tear falling from her eye and plastered a fake smile onto her face. “We should get back.” She turned and started toward the door when Draco’s hand shot out, grasping her arm and spinning her back into his arms. He wasted no time trying to explain how he felt, she was never going to let him get a word in any ways. He brought his mouth down on hers, lacing his fingers in her hair at the back of her neck. She brought her hands to his chest and he could feel her smiling into their kiss.
“Get off of her, Malfoy!”
Draco broke their kiss to look down at the piece of shit writhing in anger on the floor. Hermione fisted his shirt in her hands, apparently thinking she could hold him back. Cute. But Draco had another idea in mind to torture the man on the floor. He slowly grasped Hermione’s hands on his shirt, lowering them to her side as he kissed her forehead. He turned back to Krum and smirked.
“Oh, Krummy. Of all the incredibly stupid things you have done, hurting this woman was the worst. You had the most amazing witch on your arm, all you had to do was treat her with decency and respect. And you fucked it up.” Draco’s tone was level, he found it easy to keep it this way, knowing what he was about to put Krum through.
Krum, now looking at Hermione in agony, nodded. “I know. I fucked up. Hermione, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I love you so much, please give me one more – “ His mouth kept moving but there were no longer any sounds coming from his mouth.
“That’s enough of that, I think.” Draco crouched down, speaking in a low tone. “Do you love her Krum?”
Krum nodded, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye. The funny thing was, Draco could tell he wasn’t lying. He shook his head and chuckled. The way some men show their love is utterly insane. Draco could never treat his worst enemy the way he had seen wizards treat their wives and girlfriends throughout his youth.
“Well, that is a bit of a problem, Krummy.” He wasn’t sure if Hermione could hear what he was saying to the wizard. He lowered his voice even lower for his next admission. “Because I love her too.” He leaned down even further and whispered “and now I am going to make you watch as I make her scream my name.”
Krums brows furrowed and his face turned beet red. Still silenced, he was only able to mouth the words “I will kill you” before Draco grabbed his arms and yanked him up into a seated position.
“Ah, yes. This will work.” He winked at Krum’s furious face before standing and pulling Hermione back into his arms.
“Kitten, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and lay on this table for me.” Her eyes darkened and she looked from him to Krum, then her eyes met his and she smiled and nodded. She sat on top of the table and began to lower herself, but Draco stopped her. “No, not there. He doesn’t get to see your pretty cunt. Never again.” In one swift motion, he spun her away from Krum. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled in up to her hips, letting out a small growl when he realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers. She smirked up at him and wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer. He chuckled at her impatience as he spread her legs apart, staring down at her dripping cunt.
“Gods, Granger. You’re a mess. Is this all for me?”
She nodded. Draco glanced over to Krum, who looked as if he were going to burst. “Wish you could see this mate. I am positive you’ve never seen her this wet and ready.” Krums lips started moving, but Draco was too distracted to care what the asshole was trying to say. He locked his eyes back onto the golden irises staring back at him and pushed one finger inside her. She moaned and her head fell back. Draco pulled his finger out and brought it to his lips, licking his digit clean while making direct eye contact with Krum. “Gods, she tastes delicious, doesn’t she?”
Krum was trying to yell again, and Draco decided to grant him 10 seconds to vocalize his concerns. With a flick of his wand, Krums voice bellowed into the empty room.
“I am going to fucking kill you, Malfoy. You are a dead man!”
Draco, unimpressed, rolled his eyes and silenced him once more. “Tsk, tsk, Vik. How boring.” He studied him for a moment before glancing back at the breathtaking witch sprawled out before him. He smiled down at her and brushed the curls from her face. “However, I suppose if he follows through with these idle threats and I am, in fact, on deaths doorstep, I deserve to have a last meal.” He pulled up a chair and pulled her legs over his shoulders, diving between her legs before she could protest. Her moans filled the silence as he licked and sucked at her clit. He spared Krum only one glance as he slid two fingers inside her and curled them upwards, eliciting the most delicious sound from her.
“Draco, please. I need – “
He pulled his mouth away, keeping a slow, tortuous pace with his fingers. She was staring down at him between her legs with blown out pupils and he wanted nothing more than to sink himself to the hilt inside her tight cunt. Instead, he brought his thumb to her clit and began fast circles to match the pace of his curling fingers as he spoke.
“Tell me, Kitten. Did that bastard ever make you feel like this?” She shook her head in response and Draco smirked. “Did he ever make you come so hard you saw stars?” She shook her head again, and whispered “He... he never… I never...” She was getting close, slurring her words and speaking in incomplete sentences. It took Draco only a moment to understand. A smile crept onto his face and he turned slowly to Krum, who looked as if he were going to cry. Good. “You had this witch for years, Krum. Do you mean to tell me that in all that time, you never once properly fucked her?”
Interested to the idiots response, he waved his free hand to wandlessly lift the silencio. Rather than answering the question, Krum looked directly at Hermione’s writhing figure. “Baby, please stop this. You are hurting me.”
Hermione turned her head, lifting her chin high, even from her position. “Draco, harder.”
Krum’s demeanor changed in an instant. His eyes darkened and when he spoke, his words were laced with venom. “You are mine. You will always be fucking mine, do you understand me?” He tried to stand up, but Draco’s binds held strong and Krum fell back with a growl of frustration. Draco’s eyes never left Hermione’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he saw nothing but lust and hunger as her orgasm ripped through her and screamed his name.
A single tear slid down Krum’s ugly face, but Draco wasn’t done.
“Did you hear that, Krum? That is what she sounds like when she isn’t faking an orgasm. From the look on your face, I would say that is the first time you heard it.” He gently lifted Hermione off of his lap and set her on the table. He walked slowly over to Krum, standing tall in front of him. Krum spit at Draco’s feet but remained silent, even without the charm.
Draco chuckled darkly, and crouched down to meet Krum’s eyes once more.
“Let me be clear, Krum. Hermione is mine. Mine, not yours. Those golden eyes are mine to look into. Her smile and her good heart, mine. That sweet cunt is mine. Her future” he glanced at her, “that’s mine too, if she will have me.” He lifted Krum’s chin to drive the point home. “You seem to forget, Vik, that I was a Death Eater. Keep making your idle threats to my life, they are nothing more than an annoyance. But if you even so much as look at my girl the wrong way again, let alone lay a finger on her, I will end your pathetic life without hesitation. I was trained in the art of torture by my late Aunt Bella during the war, and I am begging you to give me another reason to show you everything I learned.
Krum paled and the smug look fell from his face. Satisfied that they had come to an understanding, Draco lifted the binds and allowed Krum to stand up, holding out his hand as if they had just finished a civilized conversation. Krum hesitated before taking his hand, which, Draco had to admit, was the smartest thing he had done all evening. In one swift motion, Draco snapped Krum’s wrist, eliciting a piercing cry from him.
He turned to his witch, “Let’s go back to the party, shall we?”
Hermione stared at him in bewilderment. “But, what about...” she nodded towards Krum.
“I don’t think he is invited, sweetheart.” He straightened his shirt, tucking it back in as if nothing had happened.
“Draco?”
He looked up to find her eyes still glued to him. “Yes?”
She stepped into him. “Did you mean what you said?”
He smirked. “Yes, Granger. I used to be Death Eater, I thought you knew?”
She rolled her eyes, the brat. He would remember that later.
“The other thing, Malfoy.”
“Back to Malfoy, are we?” He cocked a brow.
She smirked and snaked her hands up his torso and around his neck. “What do you want me to call you then, sweetheart?” mimicking his words from earlier that day.
He smiled as he tucked a curl behind her ear and kissed her softly, resting his forehead on hers.
“Yours. I want you to call me yours, Hermione.”