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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
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66,317
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135
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Thank you for the reviews!! Enjoy! and I would love to hear the theories on who you think the stalker is!!!
*****SourApple thanks sooo much for catching my slip!!! I have Blaise on the brain!!!! You're such a sweetheart!**********
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26.
Draco was about seven when he overheard his father say the word hell. Naturally curious he asked about it. Lucius Malfoy tried to be as exact as possible, saying there were three characteristics to hell. Pain, heat, and damnation. And that it was only bad when you told someone to go there.
Pain? Heat? Damnation?
Dinner was excruciating. Draco sat across the table a few chairs down from his witch, and he was most definitely not having a good time. As unpredictable as Hermione ever was, he found himself wondering if she was attempting to seduce him across the table. It certainly felt like it. The way she lingered over suggestive words had Draco experiencing a guilty shiver of anticipation slide down his spine.
He found himself completely enraptured. Her throaty voice, candles playing off the smooth texture of her skin, those delicate bare shoulders had a ball of tension growing in Draco’s stomach. His face felt hot, the collar of his shirt too tight, and his fingertips started to tingle. Each time she made a comment to Krum, Hermione leaned forward, making the most of her low cut dress. By the time the dessert was being brought out, Draco was on the edge of his seat.
Pain? Check.
Bloody Hot? Check. Although the temperature had nothing to do with the room, just how much he wanted to spirit Granger out of the room and into his bed.
It was after the toast and applause honoring the same witch he was lusting over that Draco knew without a doubt that he was in hell. It happened when Krum stood up with a hard look at Draco, and announced he had the honor of escorting Ms. Granger to lead off the first waltz. More applause.
Damnation? Check.
Why didn’t he just confess? And why couldn’t he focus on the clear priority of some sadistic bastard lurking around in the same room? Maybe because somehow it seemed like his relationship with Granger was somehow intertwined with the subject.
Watching Krum place a possessive hand on her waist, Draco wanted to break all of his fingers. Without quite recognizing what was going on, he found himself dancing with Pansy, who seemed to realize he wasn’t completely there and left him to his thoughts, which he appreciated.
As he watched Hermione being twirled about, she caught his eye. Draco just stared. He’d say whatever she wanted to hear, just so long as she never put him through this again.
Hermione should feel victorious as she danced effortlessly under Viktor’s lead. Instead, as she caught a peek at Draco, all she felt was the urge to walk across the dance floor and kiss him until that look was off his face.
“You know, as much as you two fight, I’ll wager you’ll have the best make-up sex ever.” Krum whispered in her ear - calling her back to the present. Holding on to her waist, he easily spun her around.
Hermione kept her bland social smile in place. “None of your business Viktor. Besides, I can’t help it that he fights like a two year old. You know it’s my number one pet peeve.”
“If memory serves me correct, it’s why you thought we should break up, wasn’t it?” Krum paused, twirling her under his arm.
This was exactly the conversation she’d been trying to avoid since starting work on this event with him. Viktor was adamant in thinking she broke it off for the wrong reasons. “Yes, and while I know you have other theories, I believe myself correct.” She gave him a brief stern look.
“Granger, give me three minutes, and I can prove that you are without a doubt wrong.” Krum gave her that smile, that half mocking smile she loved.
“Fine, you have till the end of this dance. Go.” She capitulated.
“Look at the time frame. We were going strong; everything seemed to be working out perfectly. We both met the parents; we were talking about moving in together. Then, I had to go to that conference in France for the weekend. When I came back, you were distant. And what had happened that weekend?” He looked at her knowingly.
Hermione blushed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “It was a coincidence, Viktor.”
“I find the fact that Malfoy became suddenly single and the demise of our relationship a little more than coincidental. Especially in light of current events.” He said softly.
Hermione looked down. That weekend was different in her memory. Draco had been dating some socialite he known from childhood for about 6 months. In Malfoy’s world, it was unheard of.
Hermione had just kissed Krum goodbye and good luck on his trip. When she got back to the apartment, she found Malfoy sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and he seemed to be staring at a tiny box on the table. A tiny box with a gorgeous diamond solitaire.
That weekend was spent being the shoulder to lean on. Draco’s socialite had apparently been playing all sides against each other. And by all sides she meant multiple men in the hopes to get the best marriage options. Turns out another man beat Draco to a proposal…Draco didn’t even know she was seeing other wizards on the sly.
It was the first time he opened up about his dating life. He seemed vulnerable, and just broken. Hermione cringed.
“Krum, I-” She started without knowing what to say.
“It’s ok.” He stated firmly, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Really, it is. I’m not stating this to be an ass, or make you upset. I want you to open those pretty brown eyes of yours and take a look around. I’ve always had a feeling, even when I met you at Hogwarts the very first time, that there was some unfinished business between you two. I’m not going to say it didn’t piss me off, but it was my fault too. I pursued you regardless.”
Hermione was speechless. Did everyone and their mother seem to see what her and Draco didn’t? “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
Krum threw his head back and laughed. “You two are beyond stubborn. I could tell you till I was blue in the face, but it was up to you to realize it. I had thought it would happen sooner than later, but I underestimated how dim Draco could be on these matters.” Krum grinned at her. “Not that I mind the current predicament. Provoking Draco is one of my favorite pastimes. Beating his arse in quidditch being first on the list.”
Hermione smiled up at him, genuinely amazed at his generosity. “Thank you, for everything. I have no right to be treated this nicely.”
The music came to an end. Krum bowed over her hand, winking mischievously at her. “Oh contraire! If Draco doesn’t get it into that thick head of his what a catch you are, I’m most willing to sweep you off your feet…again.”
Hermione giggled, finally feeling a sense of closure with her relationship with Krum. “It’s a deal.” Hermione curtsied. She made a move to leave when Krum snatched her wrist.
Leaning in, he whispered naughtily in her ear, “And if you need to take the edge off or find Draco’s skills somewhat lacking, I find myself in the position to offer my services whenever you need them.”
Hermione flushed, and placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from busting up laughing. She gave him a wink, and then turned to find her next dance partner.
Draco watched as Hermione gracefully curtsied, sharing a knowing look with Krum. He had had enough, swallowing his pride he bowed to Pansy, and quickly moved across the floor to grab her hand before she went off looking for another reason for him to be jealous.
*****SourApple thanks sooo much for catching my slip!!! I have Blaise on the brain!!!! You're such a sweetheart!**********
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26.
Draco was about seven when he overheard his father say the word hell. Naturally curious he asked about it. Lucius Malfoy tried to be as exact as possible, saying there were three characteristics to hell. Pain, heat, and damnation. And that it was only bad when you told someone to go there.
Pain? Heat? Damnation?
Dinner was excruciating. Draco sat across the table a few chairs down from his witch, and he was most definitely not having a good time. As unpredictable as Hermione ever was, he found himself wondering if she was attempting to seduce him across the table. It certainly felt like it. The way she lingered over suggestive words had Draco experiencing a guilty shiver of anticipation slide down his spine.
He found himself completely enraptured. Her throaty voice, candles playing off the smooth texture of her skin, those delicate bare shoulders had a ball of tension growing in Draco’s stomach. His face felt hot, the collar of his shirt too tight, and his fingertips started to tingle. Each time she made a comment to Krum, Hermione leaned forward, making the most of her low cut dress. By the time the dessert was being brought out, Draco was on the edge of his seat.
Pain? Check.
Bloody Hot? Check. Although the temperature had nothing to do with the room, just how much he wanted to spirit Granger out of the room and into his bed.
It was after the toast and applause honoring the same witch he was lusting over that Draco knew without a doubt that he was in hell. It happened when Krum stood up with a hard look at Draco, and announced he had the honor of escorting Ms. Granger to lead off the first waltz. More applause.
Damnation? Check.
Why didn’t he just confess? And why couldn’t he focus on the clear priority of some sadistic bastard lurking around in the same room? Maybe because somehow it seemed like his relationship with Granger was somehow intertwined with the subject.
Watching Krum place a possessive hand on her waist, Draco wanted to break all of his fingers. Without quite recognizing what was going on, he found himself dancing with Pansy, who seemed to realize he wasn’t completely there and left him to his thoughts, which he appreciated.
As he watched Hermione being twirled about, she caught his eye. Draco just stared. He’d say whatever she wanted to hear, just so long as she never put him through this again.
Hermione should feel victorious as she danced effortlessly under Viktor’s lead. Instead, as she caught a peek at Draco, all she felt was the urge to walk across the dance floor and kiss him until that look was off his face.
“You know, as much as you two fight, I’ll wager you’ll have the best make-up sex ever.” Krum whispered in her ear - calling her back to the present. Holding on to her waist, he easily spun her around.
Hermione kept her bland social smile in place. “None of your business Viktor. Besides, I can’t help it that he fights like a two year old. You know it’s my number one pet peeve.”
“If memory serves me correct, it’s why you thought we should break up, wasn’t it?” Krum paused, twirling her under his arm.
This was exactly the conversation she’d been trying to avoid since starting work on this event with him. Viktor was adamant in thinking she broke it off for the wrong reasons. “Yes, and while I know you have other theories, I believe myself correct.” She gave him a brief stern look.
“Granger, give me three minutes, and I can prove that you are without a doubt wrong.” Krum gave her that smile, that half mocking smile she loved.
“Fine, you have till the end of this dance. Go.” She capitulated.
“Look at the time frame. We were going strong; everything seemed to be working out perfectly. We both met the parents; we were talking about moving in together. Then, I had to go to that conference in France for the weekend. When I came back, you were distant. And what had happened that weekend?” He looked at her knowingly.
Hermione blushed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “It was a coincidence, Viktor.”
“I find the fact that Malfoy became suddenly single and the demise of our relationship a little more than coincidental. Especially in light of current events.” He said softly.
Hermione looked down. That weekend was different in her memory. Draco had been dating some socialite he known from childhood for about 6 months. In Malfoy’s world, it was unheard of.
Hermione had just kissed Krum goodbye and good luck on his trip. When she got back to the apartment, she found Malfoy sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and he seemed to be staring at a tiny box on the table. A tiny box with a gorgeous diamond solitaire.
That weekend was spent being the shoulder to lean on. Draco’s socialite had apparently been playing all sides against each other. And by all sides she meant multiple men in the hopes to get the best marriage options. Turns out another man beat Draco to a proposal…Draco didn’t even know she was seeing other wizards on the sly.
It was the first time he opened up about his dating life. He seemed vulnerable, and just broken. Hermione cringed.
“Krum, I-” She started without knowing what to say.
“It’s ok.” He stated firmly, tilting her chin up to look at him. “Really, it is. I’m not stating this to be an ass, or make you upset. I want you to open those pretty brown eyes of yours and take a look around. I’ve always had a feeling, even when I met you at Hogwarts the very first time, that there was some unfinished business between you two. I’m not going to say it didn’t piss me off, but it was my fault too. I pursued you regardless.”
Hermione was speechless. Did everyone and their mother seem to see what her and Draco didn’t? “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
Krum threw his head back and laughed. “You two are beyond stubborn. I could tell you till I was blue in the face, but it was up to you to realize it. I had thought it would happen sooner than later, but I underestimated how dim Draco could be on these matters.” Krum grinned at her. “Not that I mind the current predicament. Provoking Draco is one of my favorite pastimes. Beating his arse in quidditch being first on the list.”
Hermione smiled up at him, genuinely amazed at his generosity. “Thank you, for everything. I have no right to be treated this nicely.”
The music came to an end. Krum bowed over her hand, winking mischievously at her. “Oh contraire! If Draco doesn’t get it into that thick head of his what a catch you are, I’m most willing to sweep you off your feet…again.”
Hermione giggled, finally feeling a sense of closure with her relationship with Krum. “It’s a deal.” Hermione curtsied. She made a move to leave when Krum snatched her wrist.
Leaning in, he whispered naughtily in her ear, “And if you need to take the edge off or find Draco’s skills somewhat lacking, I find myself in the position to offer my services whenever you need them.”
Hermione flushed, and placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from busting up laughing. She gave him a wink, and then turned to find her next dance partner.
Draco watched as Hermione gracefully curtsied, sharing a knowing look with Krum. He had had enough, swallowing his pride he bowed to Pansy, and quickly moved across the floor to grab her hand before she went off looking for another reason for him to be jealous.