Hermione's Little Secret

A/N~~nothing new. just had to fix something I noticed while writing the next chapter! Marti


Mother and son barely spoke as they traversed the castle. Draco knocked on the Weasley door. Again, RJ opened it and grinned at the visitors.

“Hey, Draco. Mum’s getting dressed.” He told the professor as he let the two adults in. Narcissa entered to just inside the door and looked around. It was homey, more comfortable than the manor in which she had raised her son. Draco left his mother and went to knock on Hermione’s bedroom door. . A muttered oath greeted him as she opened the door.

This morning she had decided on a demure dress with unbuttoned robes over it. She had hoped to impress the pure-blooded witch with what she hoped was the proper protocol in the older woman’s society. Relief washed through Hermione when she saw that Draco’s mother wore something quite similar, minus the robes.

Noting the younger witch’s hesitation, Narcissa smiled at the woman and reached out, extending her hand in friendship.

“I hear you’re the mother of my granddaughter.” The two women grasped hands briefly.

“You heard correctly, Madame.”

“Call me Narcissa, please.”

“Hermione, please. Adrianna is getting dressed. She was quite a bit nervous about meeting you.” ‘As am I.’ Hermione thought, trying hard not to bite her bottom lip as she usually did. She looked over and caught Draco’s eye, smiling at him shyly. He winked rakishly at her and put one arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. Narcissa cocked one eyebrow but said nothing as the bedroom door opened again to reveal the curly blonde haired girl. She was wearing jeans and a green sweatshirt with only socks on. She smiled shyly at her father and the woman who looked so much like him. Her grandmother.

“Hi.” Adrianna swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. She watched as the older witch, the same age as her grandmother Weasley, advanced on her, walking around the girl to get a better view.

“You’re stunning, child. You remind me of Draco’s father’s cousin. She was a brilliant charms master in Paris.”

“I like Potions and charms best. Sorry, Mum.”

“I know how you are, dear.” Hermione smiled at her daughter reassuringly.

“You may call me Narcissa, Adrianna, correct?”

“Yes, Mrs. Ma—Narcissa.” Nervously, Adrianna pushed some of her unruly curls behind her ear. She looked over at her mother, still a little disconcerted to see her professor with his arm around her, knowing that he was her father too. She thought about her Daddy and smiled a little. If he could be brave enough to find and capture escaped Death Eaters, she could handle finding out about this. And like her mum said, she didn’t have to lose the family she knew, she would just be gaining more people who will love her.

“Why don’t you take me for a tour of the school, Adrianna? I haven’t been here since Draco graduation twelve years ago.”

Adrianna looked at her mother for approval. Hermione nodded her head and smiled reassuringly at her daughter.

“Alright. I can take you to my House common room. And the library.”

“And which house are you in, child?” Narcissa asked as they walked out the door, remembering the Granger girl had been a friend of Gryffindor’s Harry Potter.

“Oh, I’m a Slytherin, ma’am. Prof—Draco’s my head of house too!”

Narcissa laughed, the light crystal clear sound echoing through the corridors as the girl led her away from her mother’s quarters.

Hermione turned to Draco and leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a nervous sigh. “That went well.”

“My mother isn’t a monster. Terrifying, yes, in her own way, but not the monster in my past. That honor belonged to my father, love. Lilah’s having a hard time. She and my mother don’t get along all that well.” Now that was an understatement. The last time he’d left the two of them alone, Lilah had thrown a dinner roll at her grandmother’s head and blew up all the china on the Malfoy table. He was surprised that the girl’s temper hadn’t manifested recently considering all the upset she’d had to endure the last two days.

“Maybe I’ll take the girls to Diagon Alley next week. If that’s alright with you, Draco? They seemed to get along fairly well, even after RJ tortured them. Adrianna’s asked for a familiar, and I told her we cold go to the pet store. She misses Crookshanks.”

“Your mangy cat?”

“He wasn’t mangy!” she pushed on his shoulder, noticing RJ sitting on the chair watching them with his head cocked to one side. She smiled, reminded of her husband whenever she looked at the boy. “Have you been sitting there quietly the entire time?”


“Yep. I miss Crooks too. I want a spider though. Hagrid said he’d get me a big one from the forest if I want.”

“No!” Both adults gasped in horror.

“Nothing from Hagrid, remember what I told you?”

“Mumm, he’d never hurt me.”

“No, but whatever he finds out in the forest might!” His mother scoffed. “No, when you’re ready for Hogwarts, you’ll get something responsible. A toad or an owl. Owls are practical.”

“You could get a rat like your father had, RJ.” Draco told the boy.

“Dad’s rat wasn’t a rat, it was a traitor.”

Draco turned back toward the boy’s mother. Hermione smiled and nodded.

“Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus. He lived with the Uncle Bill, then Dad after framing Sirius Black for betraying Uncle Harry’s parents to Voldemort.” RJ said matter-of-factly. “Can I bring my boat out on the lake? The squid won’t bother it.”

“Be careful.” Hermione smiled as the boy whooped and ran into his room, bringing out his sailboat, a two foot sloop. Draco grinned at the boy’s enthusiasm. “Stay out of the water. If the boat goes out too far for you to get back, have Hagrid retrieve it, please.”

“Ok, Mum. Later, Draco.” He left, slamming the door behind him. Draco turned to Hermione and grinned.

“Alone at last.”

“Draco.”

“I’d like to hear you say that with a bit of moan, maybe a scream in it.” He pushed her towards her bedroom door, walking her backwards while kissing her slowly, his mouth moving over hers slowly, teasingly. She bit his bottom lip lightly and giggled as he growled low in his throat. “Did I tell you how beautiful you were last night, and are today?”

“I don’t remember. You might need to remind me.”

“Tease.”

“Draco, what if they come back?”

“I think RJ will be outside until dinner, and Mother and Adrianna have a lot to talk about.”

“What about Lilah?” Hermione stopped Draco from pushing her onto the bed. He groaned and fell backward on the unmade bed, covering his eyes with his forearm.

“I don’t know what to do with her, Hermione. She’s got this horrid attitude, and she wants her mother who doesn’t want her. What am I to do?”

“I don’t know, either. But you love her and she knows that. And the horrid attitude? She inherited that from you.” Hermione teased as she straddled his hips, her naked thighs on either side of his jean covered ones. She leaned down, her weight resting on the palms of her hands spread over his chest. She dropped a slow kiss to his lips, nipping them before licking them soothingly. She grinned, grinding down on Draco, feeling his erection between her legs.

“You’re a naughty woman, Madame Weasley.”

“What can I say? You bring out the Slytherin in me, Malfoy.” Hermione pulled his arms up away from his head and placed his hands over her breasts. His fingers automatically curved, his thumbs rubbing her hard nipples to even harder points. She moaned and rubbed herself against his erection again, grinding down.

“Gods, Hermione.” He breathed her name like a prayer, his eyes closing as his hips jerked up into her.

“Nope, just me.” She reached between their bodies and undid his pants quickly, easing herself up as she pushed them and his briefs down to his knees. She stroked his cock firmly, spreading the slight drop of pre-cum around before plunging herself down on him, revealing to him just how ready she’d been for him.

“Witch.” He groaned, bending his knees and resting his feet on the bed, more movement hampered by the way his clothes were gathered around his knees. He watched Hermione riding him, her hands on his chest again, gripping him through his shirt. His hands had moved to her waist, directing her steady rhythm, urging her on faster. His eyes never left hers as he watched her bite her lips and tighten around him, coming quickly as she still moved up and down on his shaft. He pushed his hips up into her, pushing her into another climax. Her warm pussy convulsed around his cock as his fingers dug into her flesh. Gods, he felt like a teenager again! Where had the stamina gone that he’d developed after the raging hormonal phase of his youth had passed? He could feel the tightening in his balls, feel them pulling up against his body as he came inside of her, joining her cries with his. “I can’t stop myself when we’re together, Hermione. I have no control around you, absolutely none.” He brushed some of her hair out of her face, pulling her down so he could kiss her gently.


“Good, now I know I’m not alone in my lunacy.” She breathed against his chest as she dropped down on him. Draco grinned down at her, lying so peacefully and comfortably against him. Life was looking better, much better than this time last year.


A/N~~ I'm so sorry about the previous update. I did my author's note and previewed the chapter, it was there. After i put it in I had to get offline and didn't go to the story and check like I usually do.

I had considered having Narcissa apologizing for her sisters' murder of Ron, but figured the elephant in the room was already a fixture, why bring it up? Narcissa didn't do it, she just happened to be not only the widow of a nutjob death eater, but the sister of one as well.

Well, I'm sorry guys, chapter's here now though!

Hope to hear from y'all and please review. Please no flames for the accident with the previous update. Shit happens, even to the best of people and I ain't no saint! LOL

Marti