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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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22,458
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95
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Chapter 4: Orientation
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, but Blessings to JKR for creating it.
A/N: I know the chapters are short but forgive me this is the way my mind is unfolding this story.
Chapter 4: Orientation
Hermione cocked her head at the look that passed between the two boys after Blaise made his explanation. “The pipes huh?” She said as if she did not believe it. Draining the last of her coffee and fixing herself another cup, she headed into her room to get ready for orientation.
Half an hour later, all dressed to impress, the trio headed down the stairs and apparated to the ministry entrance. They checked their wands through security and were greeted by Arthur Weasley, who hugged Hermione as he would his own daughter.
“Hello children,” they all winced at the term children, “I’ve been asked to do your orientation and walk through,” he said as they headed for the lifts, “as you know you will all be rotating through different departments over the course of the next four weeks,” he continued as the lift sunk several stories.
Two hours later after a basic walk through and lengthy briefing on what an honor had been bestowed upon them, Arthur finished up by telling them which departments they would be starting off in. “Hermione, you will be starting off in the Auror Department with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Blaise, I apologize in advance, but you will be starting out with Percy in International Magical Cooperation. Draco, last but certainly not least you will be joining me in misuse of Muggle artifacts.”
They broke for lunch and all ate together in the cafeteria before heading off to their respective departments. Hermione was greeted warmly by Kingsley, who was almost immediately called out of the office to check into a disturbance. He was told it was probably nothing too dangerous and he brought Hermione along so she could start getting first hand experience right away.
It was well past quitting time when they arrived back at the ministry. The call had been a little more complicated than expected and Hermione had actually gotten to hex someone! She was exhausted but exhilarated as she collected her belongings and headed back to the lift to go home.
It was dark by the time she arrived back at the flat after stopping at the Leaky Cauldron for a quick dinner and as she headed up the stairs she heard a string of Italian swear words coming loudly through the flat door. She braced herself to walk in on a fight, as Malfoy and Zabini were almost as famous for their bickering as for their unwavering loyalty towards one another.
As she entered the flat she was thrown off guard by a wave of magic that left all the hairs on her arms standing on end, and left her feeling feverish in a way she had never felt before. She headed down the hall into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.
The sight that greeted her was not at all what she expected. “They were naked, naked for Merlin’s sake!” Was the first thought that entered her head.
“Inferno Santo Della Merda Di Scopata, Mio Drago! “ Blaise was yelling as Draco drove into him from behind.
A war was going on in Hermione’s brain as she stood there slack jawed and watched the two boys go at it. The logical part of her brain was screaming, “My Eyes! My Eyes!” The inquisitive part of her brain was going, “Oh Wow!” The hormonal part of her brain was saying, “D’you think they’d let us join in?”
That last thought was enough to jar her back into reality, she did not notice the whimper that escaped her as she turned on her heel and ran out of the flat, nor did she notice the fact that they had seen her.
Strangely enough Hermione’s appearance served to heighten their arousal rather than dampen it, though they crashed back reality quickly thereafter.
As they were rushing about getting dressed to go after her Blaise shouted at Draco, “We have probably scarred that poor girl for life.”
“Bull shit! She was turned on as much as she was in shock, couldn’t you feel the wave coming off of her?” he shot back.
“Well we need to make sure she is okay. That was probably the first time she has seen sex, let alone two guys.” Blaise continued.
“I know, I know,” Draco agreed running a hand through his disheveled hair, “I wasn’t exactly being gentle with you either. Where do you think she went?”
“Well if I were her I would be getting pissed right about now so let’s start at the Leaky Cauldron.” Blaise answered.
She was at the bar when they arrived. She had four empty shot glasses in front of her, a fresh one in one hand and a Butterbeer in the other. The bartender was trying to talk her out of that fifth shot as they walked up to stand on either side of her.
“We’re her flat mates, we’ll take it from here, and thanks mate.” Draco said to the bartender as Blaise leaned down spoke in Hermione’s ear, “It’s time to go home Mya.”
“Oh hullo Blaise, I didn’t see you come in, how was your first day then?” Hermione slurred totally avoiding what she had seen earlier. She was not entirely steady on the bar stool and was in danger of spilling both drinks, so the boys gently took them out of her hands and helped her up.
“Well, everything I’ve been told about that Pratt Percy Weasley is true, but you already knew that,” Blaise said figuring it was better to distract and get her out of there without creating a scene.
“And Weasley Sr. taught me all kinds of new things about toasters Granger,” Draco added at which point she turned and looked at him like she had not even realized he was there.
They had made it all the way back to the flat when Hermione put one hand to her stomach and another over her mouth in the universal sign for “I’m about to barf.” Draco scooped her up in his arms and took the steps two at a time, with Blaise unlocking and opening the door they were able to get her into the loo just in time.
They emerged some time later, Hermione still a bit green, and Draco looking as if he could have done without that experience. Blaise was waiting for them with a blanket and soda for Hermione, they got her settled on the couch and sat down across from her.
“We need to talk.” They all said at once.
A/N: Inferno Santo Della Merda Di Scopata, Mio Drago!: Loosely translated “Holy Hell Fucking Shit, My Dragon.
A/N: I know the chapters are short but forgive me this is the way my mind is unfolding this story.
Chapter 4: Orientation
Hermione cocked her head at the look that passed between the two boys after Blaise made his explanation. “The pipes huh?” She said as if she did not believe it. Draining the last of her coffee and fixing herself another cup, she headed into her room to get ready for orientation.
Half an hour later, all dressed to impress, the trio headed down the stairs and apparated to the ministry entrance. They checked their wands through security and were greeted by Arthur Weasley, who hugged Hermione as he would his own daughter.
“Hello children,” they all winced at the term children, “I’ve been asked to do your orientation and walk through,” he said as they headed for the lifts, “as you know you will all be rotating through different departments over the course of the next four weeks,” he continued as the lift sunk several stories.
Two hours later after a basic walk through and lengthy briefing on what an honor had been bestowed upon them, Arthur finished up by telling them which departments they would be starting off in. “Hermione, you will be starting off in the Auror Department with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Blaise, I apologize in advance, but you will be starting out with Percy in International Magical Cooperation. Draco, last but certainly not least you will be joining me in misuse of Muggle artifacts.”
They broke for lunch and all ate together in the cafeteria before heading off to their respective departments. Hermione was greeted warmly by Kingsley, who was almost immediately called out of the office to check into a disturbance. He was told it was probably nothing too dangerous and he brought Hermione along so she could start getting first hand experience right away.
It was well past quitting time when they arrived back at the ministry. The call had been a little more complicated than expected and Hermione had actually gotten to hex someone! She was exhausted but exhilarated as she collected her belongings and headed back to the lift to go home.
It was dark by the time she arrived back at the flat after stopping at the Leaky Cauldron for a quick dinner and as she headed up the stairs she heard a string of Italian swear words coming loudly through the flat door. She braced herself to walk in on a fight, as Malfoy and Zabini were almost as famous for their bickering as for their unwavering loyalty towards one another.
As she entered the flat she was thrown off guard by a wave of magic that left all the hairs on her arms standing on end, and left her feeling feverish in a way she had never felt before. She headed down the hall into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.
The sight that greeted her was not at all what she expected. “They were naked, naked for Merlin’s sake!” Was the first thought that entered her head.
“Inferno Santo Della Merda Di Scopata, Mio Drago! “ Blaise was yelling as Draco drove into him from behind.
A war was going on in Hermione’s brain as she stood there slack jawed and watched the two boys go at it. The logical part of her brain was screaming, “My Eyes! My Eyes!” The inquisitive part of her brain was going, “Oh Wow!” The hormonal part of her brain was saying, “D’you think they’d let us join in?”
That last thought was enough to jar her back into reality, she did not notice the whimper that escaped her as she turned on her heel and ran out of the flat, nor did she notice the fact that they had seen her.
Strangely enough Hermione’s appearance served to heighten their arousal rather than dampen it, though they crashed back reality quickly thereafter.
As they were rushing about getting dressed to go after her Blaise shouted at Draco, “We have probably scarred that poor girl for life.”
“Bull shit! She was turned on as much as she was in shock, couldn’t you feel the wave coming off of her?” he shot back.
“Well we need to make sure she is okay. That was probably the first time she has seen sex, let alone two guys.” Blaise continued.
“I know, I know,” Draco agreed running a hand through his disheveled hair, “I wasn’t exactly being gentle with you either. Where do you think she went?”
“Well if I were her I would be getting pissed right about now so let’s start at the Leaky Cauldron.” Blaise answered.
She was at the bar when they arrived. She had four empty shot glasses in front of her, a fresh one in one hand and a Butterbeer in the other. The bartender was trying to talk her out of that fifth shot as they walked up to stand on either side of her.
“We’re her flat mates, we’ll take it from here, and thanks mate.” Draco said to the bartender as Blaise leaned down spoke in Hermione’s ear, “It’s time to go home Mya.”
“Oh hullo Blaise, I didn’t see you come in, how was your first day then?” Hermione slurred totally avoiding what she had seen earlier. She was not entirely steady on the bar stool and was in danger of spilling both drinks, so the boys gently took them out of her hands and helped her up.
“Well, everything I’ve been told about that Pratt Percy Weasley is true, but you already knew that,” Blaise said figuring it was better to distract and get her out of there without creating a scene.
“And Weasley Sr. taught me all kinds of new things about toasters Granger,” Draco added at which point she turned and looked at him like she had not even realized he was there.
They had made it all the way back to the flat when Hermione put one hand to her stomach and another over her mouth in the universal sign for “I’m about to barf.” Draco scooped her up in his arms and took the steps two at a time, with Blaise unlocking and opening the door they were able to get her into the loo just in time.
They emerged some time later, Hermione still a bit green, and Draco looking as if he could have done without that experience. Blaise was waiting for them with a blanket and soda for Hermione, they got her settled on the couch and sat down across from her.
“We need to talk.” They all said at once.
A/N: Inferno Santo Della Merda Di Scopata, Mio Drago!: Loosely translated “Holy Hell Fucking Shit, My Dragon.