A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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42
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Draco
Draco.
The boy lemmings are having fun without the girls.
I apparated back to Spinners End and entered with a heavy sigh – the interview for the apprenticeship couldn’t have possibly gone much worse. I could barely answer half of the questions the Master asked me, and most of them were fumbled answers.
“Hey Babe. How did it go?” Oliver asked, getting up and pulling me into his arms.
“Badly, very badly.” I could cry, everything was riding on this apprenticeship. I’ve been researching about this for two years, and as often as possible for the past month. “It couldn’t have been much worse.” I whispered, leaning into the comfort offered by his string arms.
“It wasn’t that bad…” he began.
“Trust me, it was.”
“Drake…” he began pulling me tighter into his firm chest and wrapping strong arms around my back.
“Ollie, my future was riding on this – and yes, you and Uncle Sev have both told me I was risking too much one career choice – but it gave me hope while… while everything was happening.” I trailed off, miserable.
“I know, babe, I know. I’m earning enough for the pair of us, you have your vault – we don’t have to pay any rent or a mortgage.” He said to me resting his head on mine. I’ll be happier when I actually finish growing, I’m too short like this, I feel too delicate in his arms.
“I’m not giving Skeeter the satisfaction of the rumours she’s printed that I’m the stay-at-home little-house-husband while you go out and earn a living. Not to mention that I’d be bored to tears without something to do.”
“Lets forget for a little while.” He said, taking my hand and moving us through to the bedroom. Our robes fell away as quick fingers tugged at fastenings; palms slid fabric over hard muscle, lips nipped at bared flesh.
“Ollie.” I moaned as he pushed me back onto our bed before dropping to his knees.
“Little-house-husband… ha! She’s only jealous she doesn’t get to do this.” He mumbled, swallowing me whole.
“Merlin! Ollie…” I shoved my bitten down nails into his hair as he licked, suckled, swallowed and nipped at me, driving me insane with pleasurable torment. “Stop! No more!” I cried horsely, squeezing myself to starve off my climax as soon as he let me go with a wet pop.
“Aww… spoil sport!” he whimpered, licking the copious precome from the tip and my hands.
“Bed. Now.” I growled, half dragging him onto the new indigo duvet cover.
“Drake… need you.” He moaned, spreding his legs without me asking as I quickly prepared him, to find him already slick and ready.
“Oliver… what?” I stumbled over the words, “What’s going on?” Do I want to know? Am I jumping to conclusions without thinking? What conclusions am I even drawing to?
“Don’t worry. I knew one way or another you’d need me after the interview – I thought I’d be ready for you… what were you thinking, babe?” he asked, sitting up and pulling me to him.
“I’m not sure, but it wasn’t good.” I half sobbed, what had I almost done?
“You’ve had a crap day, I understand… I said I’d make you forget, and I am going to do just that.” He began stroking me, slicking me more.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, gently easing into him until I couldn’t go any further.
“Forgetting.” He sighed, “And you’re forgetting I’m tough, not some breakable object – I need it harder than this, faster… Drake!”
“Like this…?” I growled, moving hard and fast, pressing against his prostrate with each stroke – one hand around his length and pumping in time with my thrusts.
“Oh! Oh! Draco!” he yelled, covering his stomach and my hand in streams of white.
“I’m close, Ollie… so… Ah!” I couldn’t hold back, spilling deep within my husband as he came down from his own high.
“I love you above me – your face when you come is the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He said, pulling me down so my abdomen was also covered in sticky white, my head on his shoulder.
“I can’t be beautiful.” I whispered, there is nothing beautiful about me – inside or out.
“Your face when you lose it is. Its so peaceful and filled with pleasure. Your eyes are closed, your mouth open a little bit. You throw your head back… its like you’re praying or something.
“I worship you. I love you.” I said sleepily.
“As I worship and love you, Husband of mine.” He yawned. I think my nervous tossing and turning during the night might have kept him awake.
“Husband.” I trailed off, pulling out and shifting to lie with my head on Oliver’s shoulder. I dragged the blanket at the foot of the bed around us as we forgot about the world and the interview. We forgot about the little scraps of different wallpapers taped to the bedroom wall; forgot that a summer thunder storm was raging outside.
We simply slept, safe in each other’s arms.
***
“Let the owl in.” I mumbled from the shelter of his arms.
“Do I have to?” he groaned, snuggling further under the blanket.
“Yes. Its raining.” The bird would be soaked through.
“You owe me.” He grumbled, getting up and opening the window; letting in the owl and a waft of clean air.
“Its for you.” He handed it to me, the bird waited for no reply and took straight off out of the window.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am delighted to offer you the position as my apprentice. I was most impressed with your knowledge at the interview and the way you conducted yourself.
Your Apprentice robes are ready for fitting and collection at Madam Malkin’s; I told her to expect you at some point tomorrow.
I expect to see you at half-past-eight on Monday morning to begin your training.
Yours,
Master Ollivander, Wandmaker (MoWM, 381BC).
“You did it?!” Oliver said, hugging me close as I read and re-read the letter.
“Yeah.” I said, checking I wasn’t dreaming.
“You’re going to apprentice to the best Master of Wand Making to become a Master yourself!” Oliver said, ecstatic.
“Yeah.”
“I’m so proud of you.” He said, kissing me firmly.
“Me too.” I said, shocked. How could I have got this opportunity when I did so dreadfully at the interview? How could he be impressed?
“Shall we floo your parents and Severus? My parents?” he asked, bouncing.
“No. Not yet. It hasn’t sunk in.” I muttered, they probably won’t care anyway, nobody ever used to.
“Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?” he asked, getting back into bed and gently placing the letter on my nightstand.
“Maybe, I think I’m in shock.” I said, being honest.
“Lets have a longer nap and floo everyone when we wake up.” He said, pulling me down to the mattress and spooning against me.
“Sure.” I said, sleepy and dreading my Father’s reaction. He’d be happier if I followed his example and did a Masters of Dark Arts, he’d be happier if I dissolved the marriage between Oliver and I and married a nice girl and had sons.
I don’t think he’ll be impressed by this, I don’t think he’ll be proud. He hates who I am, how I choose to live; he hates that I love a man and the family name won’t continue.
But Oliver is proud of me, loves me, and that – right now – is all that matters as I drift into peaceful dreams wrapped in safe arms.
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The boy lemmings are having fun without the girls.
I apparated back to Spinners End and entered with a heavy sigh – the interview for the apprenticeship couldn’t have possibly gone much worse. I could barely answer half of the questions the Master asked me, and most of them were fumbled answers.
“Hey Babe. How did it go?” Oliver asked, getting up and pulling me into his arms.
“Badly, very badly.” I could cry, everything was riding on this apprenticeship. I’ve been researching about this for two years, and as often as possible for the past month. “It couldn’t have been much worse.” I whispered, leaning into the comfort offered by his string arms.
“It wasn’t that bad…” he began.
“Trust me, it was.”
“Drake…” he began pulling me tighter into his firm chest and wrapping strong arms around my back.
“Ollie, my future was riding on this – and yes, you and Uncle Sev have both told me I was risking too much one career choice – but it gave me hope while… while everything was happening.” I trailed off, miserable.
“I know, babe, I know. I’m earning enough for the pair of us, you have your vault – we don’t have to pay any rent or a mortgage.” He said to me resting his head on mine. I’ll be happier when I actually finish growing, I’m too short like this, I feel too delicate in his arms.
“I’m not giving Skeeter the satisfaction of the rumours she’s printed that I’m the stay-at-home little-house-husband while you go out and earn a living. Not to mention that I’d be bored to tears without something to do.”
“Lets forget for a little while.” He said, taking my hand and moving us through to the bedroom. Our robes fell away as quick fingers tugged at fastenings; palms slid fabric over hard muscle, lips nipped at bared flesh.
“Ollie.” I moaned as he pushed me back onto our bed before dropping to his knees.
“Little-house-husband… ha! She’s only jealous she doesn’t get to do this.” He mumbled, swallowing me whole.
“Merlin! Ollie…” I shoved my bitten down nails into his hair as he licked, suckled, swallowed and nipped at me, driving me insane with pleasurable torment. “Stop! No more!” I cried horsely, squeezing myself to starve off my climax as soon as he let me go with a wet pop.
“Aww… spoil sport!” he whimpered, licking the copious precome from the tip and my hands.
“Bed. Now.” I growled, half dragging him onto the new indigo duvet cover.
“Drake… need you.” He moaned, spreding his legs without me asking as I quickly prepared him, to find him already slick and ready.
“Oliver… what?” I stumbled over the words, “What’s going on?” Do I want to know? Am I jumping to conclusions without thinking? What conclusions am I even drawing to?
“Don’t worry. I knew one way or another you’d need me after the interview – I thought I’d be ready for you… what were you thinking, babe?” he asked, sitting up and pulling me to him.
“I’m not sure, but it wasn’t good.” I half sobbed, what had I almost done?
“You’ve had a crap day, I understand… I said I’d make you forget, and I am going to do just that.” He began stroking me, slicking me more.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, gently easing into him until I couldn’t go any further.
“Forgetting.” He sighed, “And you’re forgetting I’m tough, not some breakable object – I need it harder than this, faster… Drake!”
“Like this…?” I growled, moving hard and fast, pressing against his prostrate with each stroke – one hand around his length and pumping in time with my thrusts.
“Oh! Oh! Draco!” he yelled, covering his stomach and my hand in streams of white.
“I’m close, Ollie… so… Ah!” I couldn’t hold back, spilling deep within my husband as he came down from his own high.
“I love you above me – your face when you come is the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He said, pulling me down so my abdomen was also covered in sticky white, my head on his shoulder.
“I can’t be beautiful.” I whispered, there is nothing beautiful about me – inside or out.
“Your face when you lose it is. Its so peaceful and filled with pleasure. Your eyes are closed, your mouth open a little bit. You throw your head back… its like you’re praying or something.
“I worship you. I love you.” I said sleepily.
“As I worship and love you, Husband of mine.” He yawned. I think my nervous tossing and turning during the night might have kept him awake.
“Husband.” I trailed off, pulling out and shifting to lie with my head on Oliver’s shoulder. I dragged the blanket at the foot of the bed around us as we forgot about the world and the interview. We forgot about the little scraps of different wallpapers taped to the bedroom wall; forgot that a summer thunder storm was raging outside.
We simply slept, safe in each other’s arms.
***
“Let the owl in.” I mumbled from the shelter of his arms.
“Do I have to?” he groaned, snuggling further under the blanket.
“Yes. Its raining.” The bird would be soaked through.
“You owe me.” He grumbled, getting up and opening the window; letting in the owl and a waft of clean air.
“Its for you.” He handed it to me, the bird waited for no reply and took straight off out of the window.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am delighted to offer you the position as my apprentice. I was most impressed with your knowledge at the interview and the way you conducted yourself.
Your Apprentice robes are ready for fitting and collection at Madam Malkin’s; I told her to expect you at some point tomorrow.
I expect to see you at half-past-eight on Monday morning to begin your training.
Yours,
Master Ollivander, Wandmaker (MoWM, 381BC).
“You did it?!” Oliver said, hugging me close as I read and re-read the letter.
“Yeah.” I said, checking I wasn’t dreaming.
“You’re going to apprentice to the best Master of Wand Making to become a Master yourself!” Oliver said, ecstatic.
“Yeah.”
“I’m so proud of you.” He said, kissing me firmly.
“Me too.” I said, shocked. How could I have got this opportunity when I did so dreadfully at the interview? How could he be impressed?
“Shall we floo your parents and Severus? My parents?” he asked, bouncing.
“No. Not yet. It hasn’t sunk in.” I muttered, they probably won’t care anyway, nobody ever used to.
“Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?” he asked, getting back into bed and gently placing the letter on my nightstand.
“Maybe, I think I’m in shock.” I said, being honest.
“Lets have a longer nap and floo everyone when we wake up.” He said, pulling me down to the mattress and spooning against me.
“Sure.” I said, sleepy and dreading my Father’s reaction. He’d be happier if I followed his example and did a Masters of Dark Arts, he’d be happier if I dissolved the marriage between Oliver and I and married a nice girl and had sons.
I don’t think he’ll be impressed by this, I don’t think he’ll be proud. He hates who I am, how I choose to live; he hates that I love a man and the family name won’t continue.
But Oliver is proud of me, loves me, and that – right now – is all that matters as I drift into peaceful dreams wrapped in safe arms.
and as of 03:26 GMT on 20/01/08, I would like to thank the following people for reviewing:
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