Changing

A/N: This is my first DM/HG, I normally stick to HG/SS but Draco kept reappearing in my stories so I decided to give it a go. Right now, its just the six chapters, but if it goes over well, and the readers want more of a story, then I will revisit and maybe change a few things to carry the story on for more chapters

CHAPTER ONE: She Dances


He kept to the outskirts of the room, slightly hidden within the shadows provided by the low, flickering candlelight. He observed the environment casually, not really wanting to be there, but there none the less. He hated these events, especially when he was required to be in London.


He had noticed her earlier, standing with the bride and groom. He wasn’t sure if it were actually her at first, until she had thrown her head back and laughed at something the bride had said. He recalled her laughter, and her profile was burned into his brain. How many days had he sat staring at her covertly in class, during meals, when she would sit out by the black lake and read, thinking no one was watching.

He had adored her then, intrigued by a girl, muggleborn, who had such a keen intelligence, such courage and light. He wished he had been nicer to her, and that he hadn’t let his father manipulate his beliefs. The war changed a lot of things, him especially. He had heard that she worked in the Ministry now, head of Charitable Donations department. He figured he would run into her eventually as he was starting a new position in the Finance Department come Monday.

He smiled when he watched her excuse herself and drift away. Her grace and beauty of movement were amazing to see. Gone was the lanky, awkward girl she had once been. She was a woman now, with soft curves and a natural born sensuality he could see in her every move.

She danced in and out of the shadows, stopping ocaisionally to glance out a window or say a quick hello. She tossed her long, thick honey colored hair over her shoulder. He watched in envy as the end brushed across the upper swell of her bottom as she walked. He gasped when she stopped by a window situated at the edge of the room. Outside you could see that the sky was remarkably clear, and a bright full moon lit up the black sky. She stood there, bathed in soft moonlight, and he thought she looked like a goddess.

He hadn’t wanted to attend the muggle wedding, but felt obligated as the groom was a Vice President in one of his business interests. He never expected to see her there. He watched her as she stepped away from the window and went to a table in a shadowed corner. She was wearing an ice pink dress that hugged her rather lush figure to perfection, showing off plump breasts, a narrow waist and soft, round hips. She crossed her legs at the ankle and shifted them to the side as she sat. He watched her eyes scan the room, and felt it the moment she caught sight of him.


He took the slight tilt of her head as an invitation to cross the room. He grabbed two glasses of Champagne from a passing waiter, and began to make his way across to her.


She hated weddings. It was as simple as that. She chatted briefly with her cousin, the bride, and slipped off to the crowd’s fringe. Maybe that was the real problem, the crowd. She had grown weary of crowds over the years, of people pressing in on her. She longed for the anonymity she had before the war, before the legend of the Golden Trio had taken that from her.

She stopped for a moment to glance out the window at the beautiful full moon shining high in the sky. Oh how she longed to rid herself of the cumbersome gown and dance naked in its light. With a weary sigh she found an empty table in the shadows, a place where she could watch the people move about in relative peace.

She stared at the hideous blue bridesmaid gowns and her wand hand itched to transfigure them into something less garish. Her eyes scanned the room, shaking her head at the horrible flowers and the cake that looked like some kind of fairytale castle.

She never pretended she was in possession of great taste, but it had improved over the years. She had learned to dress her body in more flattering styles, given that she was not fashionably thin, instead she possessed a rounder, softer frame. She preferred it that way, she wasn’t vain, she didn’t care about other peoples opinions of her beauty, or lack there of.

She only wished she had learned to tame her hair. It still plagued her. She kept it long, the fluffy curls falling to her hips when loose. The weight of it served to calm its tendency to frizz, but not much. She winced slightly when she saw the best man fondling the backside of a horrified bridesmaid and wished she weren’t in muggle London, she could hex the greasy pervert.


She gasped softly when she saw him. Tall, blonde, and as gorgeous as ever. What was he doing at her cousin’s wedding? She tilted her head slightly as she observed him. He had grown. His hair was long, shoulder length, and so blonde it was almost white. He looked a lot like his father, but somehow softer. She could tell by the way he filled out the black suit that he was well built, broad across the chest and shoulders. He wore black on black, black suit, black shirt and icy green tie. She smiled, Slytherin to the core.

He moved away from the wall, and began walking towards her. Circe, but he could move. Gracefully, stealthy, stalking like some giant cat. She could feel her body flush, the flash of arousal tingling between her thighs. He lifted two glasses of Champagne from a passing waiter and crossed the floor to where she sat.

“Granger.” He said by way of a greeting as he offered her a glass.

“Malfoy.” She returned as she took the glass, startling at the shock that passed between them as their fingers brushed.

“So tell me, what brings you to this wedding?” He asked, pulling up and empty chair to sit close to her.

“The bride is my cousin. What about you? What would make you attend a muggle wedding?” She asked.

“Groom works for Malfoy Industries, Executive Vice President. Couldn’t exactly say no, could I?” He unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off his shoulders, turning slightly to hang it over the back of his chair. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as her body responded to his and the way his shoulders and chest filled out the snug button down shirt.

“Are you running the company now?” She asked. She hadn’t heard much about him in recent years, he had vanished after the war.

“No, but I sit on the board, the muggles do a fine job of it, so I see no need to step in.” He sipped his champagne, his silver eyes assessing and penetrating as he watched her.

“I suppose I’m a little surprised that you would even do business with a muggle.”

“I’m not the boy you remember, I’m not Lucius either.” He said softly, leaning forward and resting is elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “I have changed, I assure you.” He said with a smile.

“I think we all have.” He stood and offered his hand.

“Would you care to dance?”

“I would love to, thank you.” She slid her hand in his and allowed him to lead her across the room.


She noticed how her family and other guests were looking at them. She hadn’t been much of a dater, Ron having been her only real boyfriend, at least the only one her family had ever seen her with. Now they all stared as she was led to the dance floor and pulled into the arms of this beautiful man.

She let her right hand rest on his shoulder as he clasped her left hand in his and tucked it against his chest. The hand resting on her hip burned her. She could feel it through the silky fabric of her dress as he pressed his hips to hers and began rocking them slowly to the sultry music.

“People are staring at us Malfoy.” She said, her cheeks flushing.

“Let them stare. Will you ever call me by my name, Hermione?” He asked softly. She looked up and immediately wished she hadn’t. His silver eyes were flashing with heat, a heat the bore into her, creating a wet, hot rush deep inside her that she wasn’t prepared for. She should not be having this reaction to him. Where was it coming from?

“I’m sorry Draco, I think maybe I’ve had too much to drink.” She said, looking away for fear that he would see the thoughts running through her head. Thoughts of them, naked, sliding against satin sheets as they enjoyed each others bodies.

“Maybe its not the drink that has you intoxicated.” He said softly, bending his head so that his lips grazed her cheek. “Please tell me there is no one in your life, tell me that the way is clear.” He whispered.

“Is this a trick?” She asked, embarrassed at the sound of her voice, husky and low as her desire increased.

“Does it feel like a trick?” He asked, sliding his hand around to rest at the small of her back, pressing her forward and into the hard length of his arousal.

“Draco…” She whimpered.

“God, that sounds good. Let me take you home.” He tightened his grip on her fingers, still maintaining the stead, rocking motion of the dance.

“I’m staying in London tonight, here in the hotel.” She said softly.

“Even better, go and say goodbye to your cousin Hermione.” He kissed her cheek, just a soft peck and then he led her from the floor.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her quivering legs as she approached her cousin.

“Anna, I’m going to turn in for the night.” She told the bride. Anna wasn’t fooled, she was glancing between Hermione and Draco with a smug smile on her face.

“Oh? And are you leaving as well Mr. Malfoy?” She asked.

“I am, thank you for the invitation Mrs. Davis, it was a lovely wedding.” Draco said politely.

“Do you and my cousin know each other? I saw you talking, and of course I saw you….dancing.” Draco looked at Hermione for a cue as to what he should say. He knew she was an anomaly in her family, as most muggle witches and wizards were.

“Draco and I went to boarding school together.”

“Oh, I guess I didn’t realize it was a co-ed boarding school you attended.” Anna smiled, she liked the idea of Hermione meeting someone at her wedding. She had been alone too long. “Well, do have a good night.” She said, hugging Hermione close, she whispered in her ear. “I want details tomorrow.”

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