Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 15: What Does It Mean







“Draco, stop.” Hermione shoved at his shoulders as he licked the side of her neck and tried to lay her back on the sofa.





“Oh come on, Luv, just a little bit of a snog before the folks come in.” He purred as his hand slid up the outside of her thigh.





“No…oh god, stop that!” She cried confused at whether she wanted to pull him closer for more or push him away.





“You like that.” He chuckled, nibbling on her ear.





“Not on your parent’s sofa, I don’t.” She protested, whimpering as need began to settle low in her belly.





“Liar.” He blew in her ear then nipped her throat. “Kiss me.”





“You are never satisfied with kisses, you always want more.” She said, her lips pursed in annoyance.





“Oooo, I like it when you pucker those lips that way. Come on, give me a little taste.” He cooed, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently.





“My god you are the randiest wizard I have ever known!” She laughed, her hands pressed against his chest as he pushed her back onto the couch. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head where it rested on the green throw pillow.





“Only with you. You know I have never brought another woman here.” He said quietly.





“Really?” She softened almost immediately, relaxing in his hold.





“Yes, really.” He whispered, closing his lips over hers. He kissed her slowly at first, his tongue tickling along the closed seam before pressing for entrance. She moaned, knowing she should stop him, that they were heading down a dangerous path that would lead to frustration, but she couldn’t. It was a problem; she couldn’t seem to resist him.





“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Draco!” Lucius sneered from the doorway. Narcissa stepped into the room and immediately covered her eyes.





“Do the two of you do anything else?” She whined. Draco laughed and sat up, pulling his flush faced girlfriend with him.





“We weren’t doing anything, just having a bit of a smooch.” Draco said, threading his fingers through hers.





“Well I suppose we should be grateful you are clothed this time.” Lucius said as he took a seat in a rather large leather armchair. “Not that it wasn’t a memorable experience.” He said, smirking in Hermione’s direction.





“Do not remind me of that!” Narcissa said, fanning her flushed face. “No mother should ever have to see her son…..well….doing that.”





“You didn’t see him doing anything, they were done and sleeping by the time we showed up and might I remind you that entering his flat uninvited and invading his privacy was your idea.” Lucius said, summoning a house elf and demanding a drink.





“Yes, well I won’t make that mistake again.” She said. “So if you are lying dead in your flat for weeks and no one finds you it is your own fault for behaving so…badly.”





“Behaving badly? Since when is it a crime to have sex and sleep naked in your own home?” Draco asked.





“Draco!” Narcissa’s fanning grew more animated.







“I told you not to speak about sex in front of your mother; she’s allergic to the practice.” Lucius scoffed.





“She brought it up.” Draco said.





“I certainly did not! You two were…you were….engaging on my sofa!” She said. “That’s what started this conversation.”





“We weren’t engaging on your sofa, Mother. You are overreacting.” Draco laughed. “I’m nearly thirty; surely you didn’t think I was still a virgin?”





Hermione wanted the sofa to swallow her whole.





“I…you should wait until marriage.” Narcissa said. She was going to wear her arm out at the rate she was fanning herself. Lucius nearly choked on his whiskey as he started to laugh.





“Hate to disappoint you mother, but that ship sailed back when I was fifteen.” Draco laughed.





“Fifteen!” Narcissa was the color of a ripe strawberry and Hermione was groaning in misery, wishing that Draco wasn’t so dead set on driving his parents mad.





“Yes, that was when Father took me…”





“Draco, no need for you to bring up ancient history.” Lucius said tightly.





“Sorry, Father.” Draco smirked.





“You are just like your father; you both go out of your way to fluster me.” Narcissa said on an exasperated sigh. “Do you see? See how hard it is to be a Malfoy woman?” She asked Hermione.





“I sympathize with your plight, Madame Malfoy, believe me I wish your son were a little more…”





“Tactful? Circumspect? Less like his father?” Narcissa supplied.





“Well…yes. All of those things actually.” Hermione said.





“Hey, I’m sitting right here!” Draco pouted.





“Why is it such a sin for my son to be like me? I’m not so bad you know.” Lucius sipped at his drink. “Well, I’m not so bad now at any rate.”





“Tell me, are you going to the reunion?” Narcissa asked, ignoring her husband.





“Yes.” Hermione said.





“No.” Draco said at the same time.







“Well are you or aren’t you?” Lucius asked with a frown.





“Well…I was planning on going.” Hermione said, looking at Draco.





“I have no desire to go back to that school. It was the setting for every miserable thing that ever happened to me.” He said, shaking his head.





“You didn’t tell me you weren’t going.” Hermione said softly.





“We never discussed it, Luv. If we had I would have told you.” He said.





“So you won’t be going then?” Narcissa asked her.





“Oh…no, Ma’am, I will still be going.” Hermione said.





“You will?” Draco eyed her curiously. “You are going to go without me?”





“Sure, I’ll go with the boys.” She said.





“The boys…Potter and Weasley?” He asked. “You aren’t going anywhere with Weasley.”





“He’s my friend, Draco. I want to go to the reunion and if you aren’t going then I will just go with them. It’s what people expect anyhow.” She said.





“Oh yes, the golden trio will be expected to be in attendance.” Lucius said sarcastically. “One would think no one else of merit had ever graduated that blasted school.”





“It isn’t as bad as it used to be.” Hermione said. “Of course we are rarely in public all together anymore, we have opted for private socializing so that we can actually enjoy each other’s company without everyone coming up to take photos or ask questions.”





“The joys of celebrity.” Lucius raised his glass in her direction, able to appreciate her situation. The difference between them was that he actually liked the attention, the publicity, it fed his gluttonous ego.





“Well I prefer to remain private and wish that they would take less interest in my affairs.” Hermione said softly. She wished that she and Draco could go out more in the wizarding world without worry that the press would be all over them. Not that she was complaining about the quiet time they enjoyed together, it would just be nice to also enjoy a public life together.





“But your affairs are rather interesting these days.” Lucius drawled. “The prize of Gryffindor sleeping with a former death eater and heir to the most prominent pureblood family in our world. Not to mention the rather interesting manner in which the two of you are carrying out your little…affair, sporting beneath beds and what not.”





He was jesting, she could tell by the twitching of his mouth and she got the feeling that if she wanted anything lasting with Draco that his father’s rather odd teasing was something she would have to grow accustomed to.





“But no one knows about that aside from you, Mr. Malfoy, so if it finds its way into the papers I will know you are the one who leaked the story.” Hermione smiled. Draco chuckled and Lucius couldn’t help the slight grin that graced his lips.





“Lucky for you I have no desire to see my son’s name attached to such a story.” Lucius said. “Though I must ask you, how did the two of you end up a couple? You never said.”





“She came into the pub one night and I took her home.” Draco said.





“Oh, that’s so sweet, My Darling, such a gentlemanly thing to do.” Narcissa said, beaming at her son.





“He means that he took her home with him, Cissa.” Lucius said. He wouldn’t deny that his son’s prowess had been a source of pride for him over the years. It amused him to watch Draco love and leave a number of women, never falling into the trap of marriage. While he had protested Draco’s refusal of an arranged marriage publicly, inside he had rejoiced at his son’s strength and determination. He was proud to see him become his own man, even if it did annoy him at times. He would never have to worry about Draco being used as a pawn ever again; his child had grown too strong in himself to allow it.







“Took her home with…but you had just met her!” Narcissa felt like she was going to go up in flames. She didn’t understand young relationships anymore. She herself had been a proper young miss, saving herself for marriage and happily wedding the man her parents chose and producing an heir.





She stared at her son and his girlfriend and she saw nothing but pure, raw emotion when they looked at each other. It was clear that what they shared was passionate and powerful, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. They were almost always touching and she couldn’t count the number of times she had seen her son kissing the witch.





What must it feel like to have those sorts of feelings for someone? To long for another and need their touch that way. She suddenly realized she was envious; no one had ever looked at her the way he looked at Hermione.





“That isn’t true; I had known her for well over a decade! Far longer than most of the women I…escorted home.” Draco smirked. Hermione shook her head as Draco baited his mother.





“You are….my goodness.” Narcissa said as she conjured a glass of water.





“In my defense she did try and use me.” Draco winced when Hermione elbowed him in the stomach.





“Use you?” Lucius clearly thought that the girl had tried to get money out of Draco, or some sort of financial gain.





“She was gone when I woke up, didn’t even bother leaving a note!” He said indignantly. “I had to stalk her and force her to see me again.”





“You didn’t like my son?” Narcissa asked, suddenly defensive of her child. Hermione groaned, hating Draco in that moment for being such a git.





“It wasn’t that, Madame Malfoy, I just wasn’t after a relationship with him.” Hermione answered.





“If you weren’t interested in a relationship with him then why would you go home with him?” She asked. Hermione felt the shame flame in her cheeks and she looked away. The Malfoys were worse than the twins about making her blush and putting her into awkward situations conversationally.





“Yes, do tell us, Ms. Granger, why would you go home with him if you weren’t interested in a relationship?” Lucius asked with an evil grin. Hermione looked at Draco for help but he was enjoying the situation, the prat.





“Well…he is quite charming…he made me feel special…so I wanted to spend more time with him.” She said. It was better than admitting that she had been without sex for eight years and wanted him to take her to bed figuring he wouldn’t make it complicated. How wrong she was on that front, he made things more complicated with every passing day.





“But you left him?”





“Yes, I didn’t expect him to want more.” She said.







“So he pursued you and you became a couple….you sleep…erm…spend time together but aren’t planning to wed…I am afraid your motivations baffle me.” Narcissa pressed her fingers to her temple as though trying to push off a headache.





“She stays with me for my dog.” Draco said laughing.





“That mongrel pet of yours? Why on earth would anyone want you for that…thing?” Lucius shuddered at the thought of the huge, ugly, slobbering creature that mussed his clothing and violated his personal space every chance it got.





“Oh, I adore Studly, he is just the sweetest thing.” Hermione said, smiling.





“With the most atrocious name.” Narcissa said.







“I will agree with you on the name, but it is what he knows so there is no hope for it now.” Hermione said. “But he is a delightful animal and it really was noble of Draco to rescue him.”





“I didn’t set out to actually. I was at the shelter near Diagon alley because I am one of their financial backers. I was there to oversee an expansion I recently funded and there was this poor, pitiful puppy that had been attacked by a hippogriff after it’s previous owners left it for dead. I couldn’t help but empathize, if you recall I suffered the same fate in school.” He said.





“I recall that you disobeyed the class rules and approached the creature incorrectly. But go on with your story.” Hermione said.





“Anyhow, he was sitting there all bandaged and ugly looking at me like I was king and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t leave without him. So I took him home, gave him a name to make him feel handsome and strong and he became my best friend.” Draco said grinning.





Hermione leaned in and kissed his lips lightly, not really thinking about their audience. She was just so proud of his selfless act that she couldn’t contain herself.





“No wonder he has become so arrogant if he is being rewarded with affection like that every time he does something.” Lucius rolled his eyes.





“He’s always been arrogant, Mr. Malfoy, it just so happens that he now has a positive reason for it instead of just smug entitlement.” Hermione said, yawning.





“Tired, Ms. Granger? No wonder he is smug.” Lucius snickered. “You should let the girl rest from time to time, son.”





“It is getting rather late and she has to work tomorrow, I should take her home.” Draco said rising from the sofa.





“Dinner was lovely, thank you for having us.” Hermione said politely as Draco pulled her to her feet.





“Perhaps we can do it again soon.” Narcissa said softly, her head tilted to the side as she stared at Hermione. “Have a good time at the reunion.”





After bidding his parents farewell Draco led her through the fireplace and back to her own little home where Studly slept curled up on the rug in front of the fire. He barely acknowledged them as they entered and went straight to her room to ready for bed.





“Are you seriously going to go without me?” Draco asked from the doorway of her bathroom. She looked up and caught his reflection in the mirror while she brushed her teeth.





“Yesh.” She said around her bright purple toothbrush before spitting into the sink and rinsing her brush. “I told you, I want to go.”





“You don’t even care that I am not going?” He asked, an unreasonable feeling of jealousy burbling inside him.





“I care, but I am not going to make you go if you don’t want to.” She said, laying her hand on his cheek as she passed by him and began removing the decorative pillows from the bed and turning down the covers.





“But…they might think you are single.”







“Who?” She asked, her brow furrowed.







“Other blokes in attendance. They might think that because you aren’t there with a date that you are single. I don’t want them making advances on my girl.” He said, thinking he sounded like an arse as the words were spoken.





“What do you want me to do, Draco? Wear a name tag that reads Property of Draco Malfoy?” She asked, pulling back the covers and climbing into bed.





“Would you?” He asked, sliding between the sheets beside her and settling her into his arms as they got comfortable.





“You are being stupid.” She laughed, but it was only noise. She didn’t feel it. He wanted people to know that she wasn’t single but he wasn’t willing to go and be seen with her. Her insecurities rose up and she began wondering if he was ashamed of her. It was fine for them to be together, to be seen together, so long as it was within the muggle world or in front of people who really didn’t matter.





It was November, six months they had been together and the relationship was still pretty much a secret. It was a long, long time before Hermione finally fell asleep, and for the first time in a very long time, nightmares plagued her slumber.









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Yup…a little bit of a tiff coming, but it wont be too bad….remember, I wanted this light and romantic LOL





Magalena - I like a lighthearted Draco…I like lighthearted Malfoys period







Angelbaby - oh Giles was always hot to me! I was crushing on him before Spike rolled onto the screen. Now Id be content to play with either….or both =)





Scribbledoodles - her self esteem issues stem from years alone, from being the smartest girl in the room and always overlooked for the beautiful and dumb. Lets face it, men are shallow. She is having trouble with the fact that this gorgeous, wealthy man wants her, REALLY wants her when he has beautiful women throwing themselves at him. And her insecurities are a bit of a draw for him because she doesn’t know how beautiful she is and that is something he isnt used to. It all works out in the end….I promise….Im a sucker for happy endings