Figured You Out

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She sighed as she sat beside him on the bed, and he looked over at her, “Something wrong?”

“Yes.”

“What?” He asked as he looked back at the book in his hands.

She frowned, “Ron hasn’t talked to me in weeks.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“He’s one of my best friends.”

“You can make other friends,” he said with a smirk.

She turned and sat Indian-style on the bed, “Draco…I would like to have a serious conversation about this.\"

He sighed and closed his book, “Alright, let’s have a serious conversation.” He took her hand in his and pulled her to sit in front of him, her back to his chest as he rested his head on her shoulder, “So, we want Weasley to talk to you?”

“Yes.”

He sighed, “Why?”

She frowned, “He’s my friend.”

“If he can’t be supportive of your decisions, do you really want a friend like that?”

“That’s not the point.”

“But it should be. Look, if I was Weasley I would be ecstatic that someone like myself wanted you.”

“Oh?” she said, rather offended. “And why is that?”

“Well, for one, I’m devilishly handsome and charming, not to mention more than capable of providing for your every whim.”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled in spite of herself, “You arrogance astounds me.”

“It shouldn’t. We’ve always known I was this arrogant. Besides, who bloody cares what your friends think? You don’t interfere in their love lives or tell them who you think they should date. You let them make their own decisions because you know that they are capable of finding something that would make them happy.”

“It’s not that simple. They’ve never dated my enemy.”

“Honestly, I don’t even know why they consider me their enemy anymore. We fought on the same side. Why can’t they just let the past go? We both have.”

“Have we?”

He toyed with the hem of her shirt and smiled, “Do you really think that if we hadn’t you’d be in my bed?”

She smiled, “Good point.”

He nodded, “I thought so.” She was playing with the cuff of his pajama pants and let out a sigh, “Alright, enough of this. Get dressed.”

She looked back at him, “I think that may have been the first time you’ve ever told me to put clothes on.”

He shrugged, “First time for everything.”

She watched as he crawled out from behind her and smiled at him, “Where are we going?”

He bit the inside of her lip, “Well, my mother informed me this morning that she was having a little party tonight.”

“Party for what?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Save the Pigmies? Some weird organization thing like that.”

“Is this a formal party?”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

She shook her head, “I have nothing to wear…why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” she asked as she climbed from the bed.

He opened his wardrobe and pulled out a large yellow box and a rather nice black tux for himself, “Why don’t you have anything to wear and why should I have told you sooner? The look on your face when I spring things on you is enough for me to never tell you about anything again,” he said with a smirk as he handed her the yellow box.

She sighed as she took if from him, “What did you do?” she asked as she set the box on the bed and opened the lid. Inside was a black dress, amazingly enough, in her size. “When did you buy this?”

“Yesterday, I believe,” he said as he slipped on his pants. He smiled at her, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“It’s a bit revealing isn’t it?”

His smile changed into a devilish grin in mere seconds, “I had thought of that.”

She quickly put the dress on, finding that it was to be tied around her neck. The plunging neckline stopped at the middle of her sternum and the back of the dress appeared right above her bum. Draco did have impeccable taste, and this dress was no exception. Its satiny feel was very nice, leaving her smiling as she looked over at him. She tied the small strings around the back of her neck and stood in the mirror staring at the dress.

He walked over to her, as he tried to get his cufflinks to fasten and smiled at her, “I have incredible taste, wouldn’t you agree?”

She smiled, “I was just thinking that.”

He finished with his cufflinks and placed both hands on her shoulders and a soft kiss on her neck, “You look beautiful.”

“I need to do something with my hair.”

“I think it looks fine.”

She shook her head and reached for her wand, “A quick spell and it will be out of my face.” He watched as she muttered the quick glamour spell and her hair began swirling together and formed a very nice French twist on the back of her head. She smiled up at him, “Much better.”

He shrugged, “I happen to like the wildness of your hair.”

She shook her head, “That’s because you don’t have to deal with it every day.” He grabbed his tie and had it tied before she could even offer her assistance, “I take it you’ve been to several formal parties.”

“This one is a bit different.”

“Why?”

“Well, my mother, as I said, is trying to raise money, so it’s based in the Muggle world in hopes of getting money from some of the rather rich people there. She’s a great fundraiser. Brilliant woman, actually. I think you’ll like her.”

“She anything like you?”

He shook his head, “Not really.” He extended his elbow to her as he reached for his jacket, “Ready?”

She nodded as she slipped into her shoes. She took his arm as he led her out of the room, “So how long have you had this planned?”

He shrugged, “A few days. Ever since she owled me about it. She also told me that I needed to bring a very suitable woman that would look splendid on my arm.” He looked down at her as he led her down the stairs, “I think I did pretty well on that part.”

She smiled and bumped him with her shoulder, “Flatterer.”

He smiled, “I do my best.”

*~*

She took a deep breath as he led her through the large double doors of the ballroom. He patted her hand and whispered into her ear, “Stop worrying, you look beautiful.”

She shook her head, “That’s not why I’m worried.”

“Why are you worried?”

“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Who?”

“Your mother.”

“You’ve never met her?”

“No.”

“Hmmm. I don’t see why she wouldn’t like you. You’re very likable.”

She shook her head, “Well, thank you, but what if she doesn’t?”

He smiled, “She will.”

She took a deep breath as she saw the woman standing before them. She was wearing a long black gown, smiling and talking with various people. She was beautiful, with slight wrinkles around her eyes, but not where it distracted against how truly beautiful she was. Her blonde hair was pulled back, with tendrils sticking out the top of her bun. She was tall, but very slim. Her face had that angelic look to it, much like Draco.

“Mother,” he said with a warm smile as he approached and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You look stunning.”

“Draco, I had feared you wouldn’t show up. I’m glad to see I was proven wrong.”

He smiled, “I keep my promises.”

She smiled and turned to look at Hermione and raised a single eyebrow at her, “And you are?”

“Hermione Granger.”

Her chin tilted a bit higher in the air, if possible, “Ah yes. Harry Potter’s friend.”

Draco shook his head, “My girlfriend. None of this Harry Potter’s friend business.”

She shook her head, “You’ve alwaeen een terribly possessive, Draco. I see that carries over into all aspects of your life.” Hermione smiled, realizing how true her words were. Draco was possessive, but that had never bothered her. She actually enjoyed feeling like she belonged with someone, which is what she felt with Draco. She didn’t feel like he owned her, but was a part of her, which caused her to squeeze his hand a bit tighter. “Why don’t the two of you mingle with others?” She turned around to speak to someone else, and as Draco led Hermione off, she quickly turned, “And Draco, meet me for lunch next week.”

He nodded, “Yes mother.”

“Good boy.”

Draco led her away and grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Hermione, “I told you she would like you.”

She raised an eyebrow at Draco, not quite as convinced as he was, “Whatever you say.”

He smiled and clanked his glass with his, “Now if only you were that agreeable all the time.”

She smirked, “I doubt you’d like me as much. Something about us fighting turns you on in a big way,” she said with a genuine smile.

He nodded, “Yes it does. Great foreplay in my mind,” he said as he pulled her to him with his free hand.

She sighed, “I shouldn’t have said anything. Within a few hours you’ll have consumed a lot of alcohol and ready to throw me on one of the tables.”

“Who says I’m not ready to do that now?”

She smirked, “You’re impossible.”

“And you love that about me.”

She chuckled, “You’re so full of yourself.”

“What can I say? You’re very good at stroking my ego…among other things.”

She rolled her eyes, “Reign in your hormones, please.”

“I’ll try. But I’m not promising anything.

*~*


Two hours later and he nuzzled her neck and she knew that he was only a few seconds away before he took her on the table as promised. She turned to look at him and smiled at the dark look on his face. She’d pegged him right. He wanted her. Now. She wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to shield his growing erection from everyone as she moved him towards the door.

He stopped her outside the coatroom and pressed her against the wall to give her a long hard kiss. His hands roamed over her body, seemingly anxious to touch every part of her. His fingers grazed the side of her breast and her leg instinctively came up to wrap around his. He gripped her thigh and thrust against her. She was delirious with wanting him. But sex in public was hardly her forte. She pushed him away for a moment, before she stuck her head into the coatroom, checking once over for any sort of human life. There was no one. She grabbed his hand and pulled him in behind her. His hands were on her body again, massaging her breasts as she tried to walk to the far corner, hoping the dark would help to shield them from anyone.

When they finally made it to the corner, he had the tie around her neck undone and was pulling the top of her dress down to her belly. She turned in his arms and his mouth immediately latched on to one of her nipples, grazing his teeth over the hardened peak. She moaned as his hand moved between her legs, and pinched lightly on her clit then slipped two fingers inside her. She was thrusting down against his hand as she began making quick work of his pants.

He watched as she pushed his hand away from her and she sank to her knees in front of him. He nearly came right there, as soon as her mouth covered him, but it took every ounce of self-control he had not to. He watched her with lusty eyes as she bobbed up and down on his hard cock. He braced himself against the wall as he made small thrusts into her mouth. He couldn’t take much more of her generous affection, and she must have known this, for she released him with a pop and stood. He hiked her skirt up around her waist and lifted her against the wall.

At that point, she didn’t care if he rammed her through the wall, but knew that she wanted him inside of her, then and now. He lowered her onto him slowly, but his following thrusts were anything but gentle and slow. Everything about him, in that moment, was hard and fast. He was reckless abandon at it’s finest. With one arm braced against the wall and another holding her up, she was certain when she looked at him that there had never been a sexier sight. His blonde hair was falling in his face, his eyes locked on hers, a quirky smile on his lips, he was the embodiment of perfection as he plunged into her over and over again. And it was when he winked at her that she came, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. He let out a groan as he followed, thrusting only a few more times as he emptied himself inside of her.

He rested his head on her chest, taking several deep breaths as she stroked his blonde hair. He set her back on her feet as he leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. She gripped his face in her hands as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, trying to get it across to him just how sexy she really found him. He pressed her back against the wall as he wrapped his arms firmly around her.

When she pulled away, she smiled up at him, “I think we should say our good-byes and get back to your place.”

He nodded at her, giving her a slow grin, “I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

They both took a few minutes to adjust themselves. He gave her one final kiss before he took her hand in his and pulled her after him. As he opened the door, he nearly bumped into his own mother. “Mother, I’ve been looking for you.”

She gave Hermione a rather odd look, and turned back to Draco, “In the coatroom?”

He shrugged, “Seemed a good a place as any.”

She sighed, “What did you want with me?”

“We’re going. I’ll see you next week for dinner.”

She nodded, “Good-bye,” he gave her a kiss on the cheek and tugged Hermione behind him.

*~*

Narcissa looked at her watch as Draco sat across from her at the table. He ordered a glass of wine and smiled at his mother, “You look rather happy today, Draco.”

“Why shouldn’t I be happy?”

She shook her head, “No reason.” She looked at her wine glass and smiled up at him, “Do you know who I saw the other day?”

He shook his head, “No idea.”

“Pansy Parkinson. She looks just lovely Draco. Back from…Australia, I believe. Still single.”

He raised an eyebrow, “That’s great. But I’m with Hermione. You remember Hermione, right? You did meet her last week.”

She continued on as if he hadn’t spoken, “She said something about missing the love of her life. She asked about you.”

He sighed, “Mother, I have no interest in Pansy.”

“How do you know? You haven’t seen her in years.”

He shook his head, “I’m with Hermione.”

“That’s just your hormones talking. You need to find a good girl to settle down with. And with Pansy being back, it’s like…fate.”

“Or a stomach ulcer returned,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re not listening to me. I have no interest in Pansy. I didn’t like her when we were in school, why would I associate with her now, when I don’t have to?”

His mother frowned, “You’re such a stubborn prat, Draco.”

“I’m a stubborn prat? Hermione is my girlfriend. You know this, and now you’re trying to marry me off to Pansy.”

She shook her head, “I’m trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Hermione is what’s best for me.”

“Draco, I understand the need to…sow your wild oats…but she’s a muggle born.”

He folded his arms over his chest, “She’s also one of the smartest women I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I’ve had to fight with her friends to be with her. I never thought I’d have to fight my own mother also.”

“I don’t want to fight with you over this.”

“Right, you just want me to immediately give in and cut out the fighting part.”

“Why can’t you do this for me?”

He sighed, “Because I’m happy with Hermione.”

“You’re settling.”

He shook his head, “Unbelievable. You’re not listening to a word I’m saying. I’m with her, because I want to be. She makes me happy. Truly happy. Do you know what that’s like? I see her and…I can’t wait to hear what she has to say. I’ve never liked to listen to anyone talk but myself.”

“Draco, it’s just lust. She’s beneath you. Nothing more than a mudblood whore. And my proof is that dress she had on at the party the other night…”

His features hardened, “Because you’re my mother, I’ll refrain from hexing you. But if you ever refer to her as that again, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.” He removed the cloth napkin from his lap, and stood. “As for the dress…I picked it out for her.”

“If it’s more than lust, why won’t she make steps to move your relationship along?”

He shook his head, “What I do is no longer your concern.”

“You’re my son. You are my concern.”

He shook his head, “You don’t understand.”
ndernderstand what? That you’re blowing off a perfectly good woman like Pansy for…the wild romps you have with Hermione?”

He shook his head and leaned down to her ear, “I want you to listen to me. It’s more than lust. Something that I never thought I would have.”

She shook her head, “Love doesn’t exist, Draco.”

“Says the woman who’s never had it,” he said before he turned and left.

*~*

She opened the door to her apartment and frowned upon seeing him looking so sad, “Are you alright?” she asked as she pulled him inside.

He sighed, “Would you like to add another person to the ever growing list of people who disapprove?”

She bit her lip, “I take it that tonight didn’t go so well.”

He shook his head, “Not well, at all.”

“What did she say?”

He turned and looked at her for the first time. She was wearing a Gryffindor sweatshirt and a pair of plaid boxers. Her unruly hair was pulled back into a pony tail and he let out a soft sigh, “You look beautiful.”

She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at her attire, then up at Draco, “How much wine did you have to drink?”

“Not a drop.”

She smiled slightly, and pulled him with her to the sofa. She sat beside him, her legs curled up beneath her, “So, what did she say?”

He sighed and leaned his head back, “She wants to set me up with Pansy. I told her that I was happy with you…” he looked over at her, “and I am.” He shook his head, “You’d think that we’d make one another miserable, but you don’t make me miserable. You know that right?”

She smiled, “I know. I feel the same way about you.”

He frowned, “Why is everyone so against this? I’ve been trying to figure it out and I just don’t understand it, myself.”

She sighed, “I don’t know. I think trying to get inside the minds of other people is pretty useless. We know what we want, why should anyone else matter?”

“But it does, doesn’t it?”

“On occasion.”

Crookshanks took that moment to jump into Draco’s lap and purred as he began scratching him behind the ears. “I just don’t know what to do. She’s my mother, how do I tell her to go to hell and not have her hate me for it?”

She shook her head, “Don’t tell her to go to hell. She’s your mother. Parents aren’t known for being understanding.”

“But they should be. They should only want their children to be happy.”

She rested her head against his shoulder, “I know that.”

He sighed, “She just made me so mad.”

She took Crookshanks from his lap and placed him beside her, then she straddled his hips as she caught his face in her hands, “I’ll tell you what you’ve been telling me for months…no one’s feelings about our relationship matter except our own.”

He placed his hands on her thighs as he sighed, “It’s different when it’s your mother.”

She sighed, “So, what do you want to do here? You want to end it?”

“No! Go!” o!” He sighed, “I just…I want everyone to just butt out of it!”

She smiled, “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Could we kill them all and hide the bodies?”

“No.”

“Then I’m at a loss.”

She took a deep breath, “I do have some news for you, though.”

“What’s that?”

“My landlord found someone to take my flat.”

“What? Why is someone taking your flat? You live here.”

She played with the top button of his shirt, “Really, because I was going to take you up on your invitation to move in with you.”

He looked at her, no emotion one his face, at all, “It’s about bloody time.”

She shrugged, “I had some things to sort through.”

“I was starting to think that the idea of living with me was unappealing.”

“Oh it is. But I figure this is cheaper.”

He nodded, “You’re probably right. Let’s go have sex to celebrate.”

She smiled, “I actually have a better idea.”

“Do you? Because I would love to hear what you think is better than celebration sex.”

“Well, make-up sex is better than celebration sex…but that’s not what I had in mind.” She took his hand and pulled him up behind her through her bedroom into her rather large bathroom. He looked around as she turned on the water to the large whirlpool tub.

He tilted his head at her and smiled, “This is your idea of what’s better than sex?”

“I will be joining you.”

He nodded, “Well, shall we?”

She stepped forward and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, “You seem to enjoy undressing me,” she smirked as she untucked his shirt from his pants, “I thought I would seat sat sort of thrill you get out of it.”

He smiled, “Go right ahead.”

When she had all the buttons undone, she ran her hands over his chest and pushed the shirt off his shoulders, making sure she ran her hands over his skin as she moved the fabric over his armshe ghe glanced in the mirror at his back and sighed when she could see the muscles moving in his back as he removed his shirt the rest of the way. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and down to his chest, flicking her fingers over his nipples. She smiled at the slight gasp he let out and bent her head to swipe her tongue over one before she slid her hands lower, grasping the waistband of his pants in her hands as she pulled him closer. His belt was gone before he could inhale again. She leaned up and placed several kisses along his neck, up to his ear as she whispered, “Take off your shoes.”

He kicked them both off immediately and took a quick breath as she rubbed her hand against his growing erection. He gripped her shoulders in his hands and gave them a tight squeeze as he closed his eyes. She placed a soft kiss at the hollow of his throat, then a soft lick as she unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor. The dark green silk boxers he wore did nothing to conceal how much he wanted her. He kicked his pants away as he tried to maneuver his socks off without bending over to take them off. He somehow managed, unable to really focus much on what he was doing and more on Hermione’s caresses and little licks on strategic points of his body.

Her hands moved to his hips, then around to his behind, giving it a firm squeeze before she moved back to the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. She moved her hands over his thighs and up to his hips as she leaned up and caught his lips with hers. Her arms moved around his neck as he lifted her off her feet and pressed her against the wall beside the towel rack. But soon, she realized the water in the tub was still running and pushed him away from her. “Draco…wait.”

He pulled back to look at her, “What?”

“Put me down.”

He raised an eyebrow, “No.”

“Put me down, now.”

He sighed, “Fine,” he said as he set her back on her feet.

She smiled as she reached to turn the water off, “Get in.”

He did as he was told and she moved away from the tub to where he could see her. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing to him that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it. She moved her hands over her stomach and up to cup her breasts, causing them both to groan as she pinched her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. “You like watching don’t you?” she whispered.

“I like participating, too.” She smiled as her hands made a slow decent to the boxers she was wearing. He watched as her fingers dipped into the cloth shorts, and her slight moan let him know exactly what she was doing, “You either get in here with me, or I’m getting out to join you.”

She shoved the boxers to the floor revealing her neatly trimmed mound to him. It was all he could do not to climb out of the tub and take her on the bathroom floor. But she seemed to want an end to her suffering as much as he wanted one to his. She stepped into the tub and knelt before him, then moved to straddle his lap, teasing his hard cock. He groaned, “You’re evil!” he moaned as he gripped her hips, trying to get her to stop teasing him.

She eased him inside of her as his lips sought the pulse in her neck. His hands slid up her back and grasped her shoulders, pulling her back as he propped up his knees. She moaned as he nipped at the pulse in her neck and as he then captured the tip of her breast between his teeth and began worrying it with his tongue. She placed one hand on the side of the tub as her other hands rested on his shoulder when her movements began to pick up pace. The faster she moved, the more attention he bestowed on her breasts.

He was close, he could feel himself near the edge, but refused to come before she did. It was his main goal to always get her to come before he did. He usually succeeded in this goal, too. He released her shoulders and moved his fingers between her folds and made circular motions over her clit. Her shuddered response nearly set him off. He needed her to come. Now.

He gave the tiny bundle of nerves a slight pinch and she came, her entire body racked with shudders as she came. His name escaped her lips between gasps as her head dropped to his shoulder. He pulled her hips against his a few more times and he came inside her, hugging her to him. He leaned against the back of the tub and released a sigh as he held her in his arms.

He stroked her hair as he placed a kiss on her cheek. He brushed one hand over the soft skin of her back as one of her hands toyed with his blonde hair. It was moments like this that he felt he could suffocate from his feelings for her. She was everything to him, and that was a thought that scared him like no other. What would he do if he lost her? Would he be able to get by if that ever happened? His chest hurt at the thought and as he looked down at her body wrapped around his, he realized that he never wanted her to leave his side. He never wanted her to leave him, and if she did, he didn’t know if he’d ever recover.

She’d become his life in the span of a year and he liked that feeling. She was his and he was hers. He loved her. He loved her? When did that happen? When did he fall in love? He wasn’t even aware that he was capable of love, much less that he deserved it. But as he stared at her taking deep breaths in his arms, he knew that nothing else he’d ever felt made sense until then. He loved her. He’d never actually said it in his head before. It explained so much, though. It explained him wanting to have all of her attention. It explained his feeling threatened by her relationship with her friends. It explained why she could make him happy just by walking into a room.

He now had it in his head to make sure that she would, one day, feel the same about him.

*~*

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