Mrs Malfoy

A/N: This is a longer chapter for you all. I hope that it explains some of the questions that you've been asking. Everyone is theorising and I love it. :) Happy reading.

Chapter 3

Malfoy floo-ed into Ron’s lounge not two minutes after her. He stepped out of the fireplace and cleaned himself off promptly. ‘Weasley,’ he acknowledged.

‘I told you, Malfoy! I told you to fucking tell me when she’s like this!’ Ron yelled as he walked briskly towards Malfoy. ‘Then I might have a chance to explain things a bit before Lavender comes barging in all pregnant and shite!’

‘Calm down, Weasley.’

‘I’m not going to fucking calm down. I have told you a hundred times to tell me first.’

‘Ron, shut up,’ Hermione said. She had tears in her eyes and was looking upon the tiny red-headed baby in Lavender’s arms with jealousy. ‘Just shut up.’

‘Hermione,’ Ron said, walking back towards her, grabbing her shoulders. ‘Just listen to me.’

‘Listen to you!?’ Hermione shrieked, pushing him away from herself. ‘Listen to you explain why you’re married to that slag instead of me!?’

‘Hey!’ Lavender said.

‘Shut up,’ Hermione and Malfoy both said to Lavender. She shut her mouth and walked out of the room.

‘Hermione,’ Ron said. ‘If you want to know the truth, you broke up with me.’

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. ‘Why the hell would I do that?’

Malfoy coughed. ‘Because he cheated on you with that slag.’

‘Shut up,’ Ron and Hermione both said to Malfoy.

Then Hermione turned to Ron, tears glistening in her eyes. ‘You cheated on me?’

Ron took a deep breath. ‘Listen, Herms. I love you, okay? When we got together, I was ecstatic. I mean, I’d liked you for years and years. But when we actually had sex, it just was not good. It was nothing against you, Hermione, but it felt like I was fucking my sister or something. I didn’t feel anything.’

Hermione’s legs gave out and she fell onto the floor. Tears were running down her face in waves now. ‘Oh, Godric.’

Ron kneeled down next to her. ‘Hermione, that first time that we were together, that was the only time. The entire time I was thinking about someone else, and I couldn’t even finish properly. I faked it.’

Hermione sobbed. She looked up at Ron and his ultra-innocent face. She smacked him hard on the arm. ‘Stop lying to me. Stop lying, you sick bastard!’ She cried even harder. ‘Stop it, just stop it.’

‘I was going to break it off with you the next day, Hermione. Lavender just caught up to me first, and you happened to see it.’

‘It’s called revenge, Granger. He fucked that slag, you fuck me.’

Hermione turned her head sharply to Malfoy, who was looking at her with concern etched on his features. She hated him, absolutely hated him. And yet at the moment, she hated Ron a hundred times more, and she couldn’t stand the fact that he had lied and cheated and married that fucking bint.

‘What was that word you used for me, Granger? Man-whore?’

‘Hermione, I love you, you know that,’ Ron continued. ‘You’re gorgeous, especially now that you’re—’ Malfoy made a motion out of the corner of Hermione’s eye and Ron cut off. ‘Older,’ he finished. ‘But I’m sorry, Hermione, I’m just not in love with you, I’m in love with Lavender.’

‘How many times have you had to tell me this story, Ron?’ Hermione asked. ‘How many times have you had to recall in perfect detail how you single-handedly destroyed my hopes and dreams?’

‘I don’t know,’ Ron said in confusion.

‘Well, you fucking deserve it for what you did.’

Ron sighed. ‘So you’ve told me.’

She walked back over to Malfoy. ‘Take me back.’

He smiled, grabbed her around the waist, and apparated them both back to Malfoy Manor.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Hermione felt her feet hit the floor, she threw her arms around Malfoy’s neck and sobbed into his shoulder. How the hell could Ron do something like that? Not even bothering breaking it off with her before going to fuck Lavender ‘The Slut’ Brown?

Wait, that was Lavender ‘The Slut’ Weasley now, wasn’t it?

Hermione sobbed even harder. She was supposed to be Mrs Weasley, not Mrs Malfoy, Mrs Weasley! She had written it in her diary since she was twelve years old. Mrs Hermione Jean Weasley. A heart over the ‘i’ and a loopy ‘y.’ ‘Why!?’ she cried. ‘Why?!’

‘Because you deserve better than him,’ Malfoy said softly. She realised that his lips were in her hair, right by her temple, and that his arms were wrapped around her and that his fingers were tracing circles on her lower back. She knew that it shouldn’t feel good, that she shouldn’t enjoy his comforting embrace, that she shouldn’t find that light rubbing on her lower back somewhat arousing, but she did.

She cried until she had no tears left and to the extent that Malfoy had to put on a new shirt when she finally released him from her grasp. She lay down on the bed while he changed his shirt and when he came back out of his closet she said, ‘How long has this been happening? Why do I lose my memories? How often does this happen?’

He shook his head slightly. ‘I hate trying to explain what I don’t know.’

‘What?’ she asked.

He sat down on the bed next to her. ‘I don’t know when it started, but it was before you and I were together. The Medi-witches say that it might have been a head injury in the war, or you could have slipped and hit your head and not realised that it had done any lasting damage, or they think that it might be that there is so much stuff in that big brain of yours that once in a while it just needs to shut down for a day or two.’

‘I’m going to be like this for a day or two?’ Hermione asked.

‘It’s different every time,’ Malfoy said. ‘One time, it was ten minutes. Another time, it was five days. There’s always a trigger. There’s just something that makes you remember everything again, and it’s always a different trigger. That’s why I try to take you to see all of your friends and everything, so that you can try to remember things that might trigger it.’

Hermione put her hands to her head. ‘And how often do you have to do this?’

‘It’s been seven months since the last time,’ he said. ‘We were hoping that it had stopped. It’s usually every three or four months though.’

‘And these little snippets that I keep getting?’ Hermione asked.

‘Snippets?’ he asked.

‘I went into the shower and saw the seat and I remembered you saying “It’s so I don’t fall on my arse when we make love in the shower’,” she said somewhat embarrassedly.

He smiled. ‘Every time that we made love in the shower, I would always slip on the tiles, so when we moved in here, I made sure that there was a seat so that I could sit down and you could ride me, or you could bend over and put that sweet little arse in the air and…’

‘Malfoy!’ Hermione cried, sitting up and smacking him on the arm, even as she felt herself get a bit wet at his words.

He laughed. ‘Just telling you the truth.’

They sat in silence for a few moments. ‘Have you ever faked it with me?’ she asked softly.

‘Never,’ he said immediately.

‘Are you lying?’ she asked, looking into his face.

‘No,’ he said.

‘So you’re saying that I should believe you?’ Hermione asked. ‘You’re saying that I should believe that I’m married to you and that I love you and that we have sex in the shower…’

‘Among many other places,’ Malfoy butted in.

‘Are we…experimental?’

‘Experimental?’ he asked with a slight smile.

‘Do we…play games in bed?’

He smirked and pushed her back onto the bed. He climbed over her so that he was straddling her but not touching her. ‘It’s been almost six years since Weasley took your virginity,’ Malfoy said softly.

‘Jealous?’ Hermione asked with a slight smile.

‘How could you do that to me, Hermione? How the hell could you do that to me!?’

‘Jealous?’ she sneered.

She wrinkled her nose. That was a strange snippet. ‘Of course I’m jealous, Hermione. He may have been your first, but I’ll be your last, believe you me.’

‘Such confidence in yourself.’

He smiled. ‘I saw you that night. I was doing patrols. For some reason McGonagall had made me Prefect again, even after that disaster of a war. I saw them first, it was in the Astronomy Tower. He had her down on the ground and was rutting like his life depended on it. Then I saw you standing a little further down the hall looking at them with tears in your eyes.’

‘I actually saw them?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ he said softly. ‘So I walked up to you and put my hands on either side of your head, just like this.’ He put his hands on either side of her head. ‘And I said, “Isn’t he supposed to be fucking you, Granger?”’

Hermione pushed him away in agony. ‘Go away, Malfoy.’

‘You know, there’s something that can help you feel better about this situation,’ he said, pressing against her again.

‘And what’s that, you git?’

‘It’s called revenge, Granger. He fucked that slag, you fuck me.’

‘And how is that going to do me any good?’

‘What was the word you used for me, Granger? Man-whore?’

‘Yes, you’re a man-whore.’

‘Exactly. And she’s a slag. So he fucks her and then comes crying to you that he couldn’t help but be pulled into her loose cunt, and you say “That’s all right, prick, I fucked Draco Malfoy.”’ Hermione stared at him for a long while, contemplating the pros and cons. He started kissing her jaw and said ‘Just say yes, Granger. It’s the best revenge.’

‘You know what?’ she said finally. ‘Yes, I am going to fuck you. But you have to promise me one thing.’

‘Anything, Granger.’

‘You have to do to me everything that Ron would never do.’

‘Gladly,’ he said with a huge smirk.

‘Oh, gods, I remember!’ Hermione smiled.

‘Oh, thank Salazar,’ Malfoy said. His lips immediately came crashing down on hers, he shifted their bodies so quickly that Hermione was confused, still caught up by the feel of his lips on hers. Her legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and he was standing between them and he was still lying over her and his lips were on hers and one hand was holding him up and his right hand was holding her side with his thumb just under her breast.

She tried to protest, to say “Malfoy, I meant I remembered that one instance!” but his kisses were so intoxicating and his thumb moved from under her breast to rub across her nipple through her shirt, pulling the rough material of the lace of her bra over the sensitive flesh.

She tried again to mutter the words when he broke free of her mouth and kissed her neck and her jaw, but at that moment he began grinding his clothed erection against her clothed, wet cunt and the only sound to come from her mouth was a moan.

His teeth began nibbling her collarbone as his hard cock rubbed the lace of her knickers vigorously over and over her little nubbin of pleasure. One moan turned into more moans, and she felt like she was completely incoherent. She wrapped her legs around his legs and pulled his lower body closer to her own.

He groaned ‘Hermione’ in a low, animalistic voice and she revelled in it. She grabbed onto his hair and pulled him back up to her face for another kiss. It felt right to do that, she thought errantly. It felt right to kiss him while he was dry-humping her into the mattress.

Then her eyes met his.

Those dark, molten-grey irises.

And she melted. It didn’t matter that she could not remember anything about their relationship. It didn’t matter that she was supposed to end up with Ron. It didn’t matter that he had been an arse to her for six years. All that mattered was that look in his eyes.

Then he smirked. He did this at the same time he thrust roughly against her and the same time that he pinched her nipple through her bra and jumper. She arched her back and screamed to Godric and Merlin and Malfoy.

His erratic thrusting came to a halt as he too reached his orgasm. He kissed her softly as he regained his breathing and she smiled. ‘Gods, Malfoy, what was that for?’

‘That was a way of saying welcome ba—’ He stopped mid-word and mid-kiss and stared at her. ‘You called me Malfoy.’ He looked into her confused eyes for a few moments. ‘Damn it, Hermione! You said you remembered!’

She pushed him off of her. ‘Yes, but I meant just that instance! I remembered you asking me to fuck you for revenge for Ron fucking Lavender.’

‘Then why didn’t you say something sooner?’ he asked.

She turned away embarrassedly and cleaned them both quickly with a cleaning charm. ‘I’m hungry.’

‘You liked it,’ he said with a smile, then relapsed back into a straight face. ‘I’m sorry, Hermione. I would never have done that if I knew that you still didn’t remember everything.’

Hermione looked at him. ‘No, don’t be sorry. I did enjoy it, Malfoy. I see how I fell for you.’ He laughed half-heartedly. ‘Malfoy,’ she said.

‘What?’

‘At least it was helpful in that it proved to me that you’re telling me the truth.’

‘How did it do that?’ he asked, looking genuinely shocked.

‘Because you would never have done that if I had remembered everything and you were lying to me. You would have shied away instead of dry-humping me into the mattress,’ she said with a small laugh. ‘Let’s say I believe you now.’

He smiled. ‘Well, that makes things a bit easier.’ He sighed though and ran a hand through his hair. He looked at her then away and then did it again. Finally, he walked back over to her and kissed her lightly. ‘Let’s eat some brunch. Then we can go to see your mother.’

She smiled softly. ‘Brunch sounds lovely.’