New Beginnings

Draco and Hermione's relationship had moved very fast since the moment she walked into his office. Three weeks into said relationship it had become more intense than either of them could have ever imagined. They spent half their time at Hermione's flat and half their time at Draco's. After connectiing their flats via the floo network, it was pretty easy for them. Each fireplace had already been registered under an 'alias' to prevent prying eyes from the Wizarding World. The Ministry of Magic was too busy with more important matters to notice something so mundane was unfamiliar names registering their fireplaces on the network. Draco and Hermione would have breakfast together at Sid and Nancie's; then he would walk her to work. They would spend some time together before he would 'floo' back to his office. When lunch time came around, depending on the day, they would either meet at Ichabod's or Draco would bring her lunch, when she had office hours. Draco would make dinner for them each night, blissfully happy to have someone to cook for besides himself.

Thursday morning:

"Good Morning Mitzy. How are you this morning?"
"Good Morning, Professor Granger, I'm fine, thank you. Umm. Where's Mr. Rosier this morning?"
"He needed to check something at the office; I'm picking up breakfast this morning." Mitzy nodded. Lisa turned around from making their hot cocoas, the coffee shop was empty. She finished the cocoas and brought them to the counter.
"Umm, Professor…May I ask you a kind of personal question?" Hermione was slightly taken aback; she looked at Lisa in shock.
"I guess so. I'm not sure if I'll answer it or not." Lisa nodded.
"I understand. Well, professor…It's about Mr. Rosier..." Hermione swallowed hard as flashback of Hogwarts and the 'popular girls' started flashed in her head. "You were here that day, and asked about him, then…we saw you two walking arm in arm…and now you two are inseparable. Professor, any woman with eyes can tell that he adores you…. Ummm…How did that...happen?

A little part of Hermione sighed with relief, the question wasn't as bad as she was expecting. She smiled, sweetly at the girls.

"Ladies, Mr. Rosier and I grew up together. We hadn't seen each other in many, many years. When I asked you about him, I honestly didn't know that the person you were talking about was the person I went to school with. My curiosity got the best of me, which is why I left so abruptly that day. We've known each other for 14 years, Lisa, it definitely wasn't a love at first sight thing." Lisa nodded and smiled at her.

"Thank you for answering my question, Professor."

"You're welcome."
"By the way, it's nice to see you and Mr. Rosier smiling. Before you got together, neither of you smiled very much but now, you both smile all the time. It's really nice to see." Hermione smiled. She paid for their order and got ready to leave.

"Thank you, Ladies. Have a good day."

"You too, Professor. Tell Mr. Rosier we said hi."

"I will, Bye."
Hermione headed back to the office with their breakfast in hand. She entered his office, it was 9am. Draco had been at the office since around 630am. He had a meeting this morning and he wanted to prepare. They had a quick breakfast together at her flat but she missed their usual morning routine at Sid and Nancie's so she decided to bring it to him. Before she walked in, she checked her reflection in the front window. A khaki A-lined skirt that fell just above her knees, a white button down blouse with a red leather jacket and red leather flats. Her hair was soft, wavy curls, Draco referred to as her 'just got shagged' look. Hermione let herself into the lobby and headed for Draco's office. She could hear the stereo playing and smiled, for a moment, it felt like the first time she came here. Hermione opened the door to his office and walked in.

"Good morning, Love."

"Hi Beautiful. What are you doing here?"

"I brought you breakfast…I missed you."

Draco smiled as he crossed the room to meet her. His warm soft lips met hers and they fell into a long deep kiss.

"I missed you, too. So…what did you bring me?"

"Scrambled eggs with cheese, kippers and toast, and of course your favorite hot cocoa."
Draco's eyes lit up.

"You spoil me."

"I know." She smiled. "It's my job." He kissed her again as he lead her to the sofa. She slipped her jacket off, draping it on the back of the sofa before sitting down.

They ate breakfast and chatted about their day's agenda.

"Today's an easy day for me. I finished grading papers last night and I only have a steering committee meeting this afternoon. I'll probably work on my notes for the next couple of lectures so I won't get all bogged when all of the midterm papers start coming in. What about you?" She asked as she took her final bite of her eggs.
"I have the meeting with Blaise this morning. He handles the Rose Foundation in the Wizarding World. I don't remember if I told you that. Anyway, we wanted to do the same thing for both worlds and we knew that if it was under the Malfoy name people wouldn't accept it. The foundation took off because people that it was some mysterious benefactor doing all of these kind things for the misfortunate victims of Voldemort and the Death Eaters so they started contributing money. It was really wonderful; we've helped a lot of families. Even better, people are helping people without regard to 'blood'. I don't think that would have happened if they knew that I started the foundation." Hermione leaned in and kissed him. Draco smiled at her.
"What was that for?"

"For being such a loving, giving man." He blushed, slightly.

"Do you want to see what I'm pitching to Blaise?" She nods. They walk over to the desk; Draco sits down and pulls Hermione onto his lap. He showed her his idea for the fund raiser that would benefit both sides of the foundation. Hermione gave him some suggestions for the muggle benefit and offered to help, including reserving space on campus for free (one of the perks of being alumni and faculty).
"We make a damn good team, don't we?" He set the proposal aside.
"I like to think so." She smiled.
"Think so? I know so." Draco gently pulled Hermione into a deep, passionate kiss making her sigh softly. He pulled away slightly resting his forehead against her. "I missed our other ritual this morning." He slid his hand up the front of her blouse, fondling her breast. "I so missed my angel this morning. Touching you, tasting you, feeling you. There's nothing I love more than making love with you every morning before we go to work." He kissed her neck as his hand found its way under her skirt. Hermione sighed as spread her legs for her man. As Draco's fingers found her warm wet center he moaned against her neck. "Mmmm, my angel missed our ritual, too. No panties, Hera?" She blushed, and smiled, sheepishly. He eased his fingers inside of her. "So sweet, so wet." They kissed as Draco buttoned her blouse. He bent his head and began to suck her nipples. Hermione moaned softly as he licked and sucked at her breasts. He looked up at her, with those liquid silver eyes, smiling devilishly. He stood her up, lifting her skirt to her waist before lifting her onto his desk. He stood and began kissing her as he removed her blouse and tossed it aside. Draco whispered a spell and everything on his desk was whisked away. He kissed her again before easing her back on his desk.
He sat down again, and began to suck on her inner thighs. Hermione could feel his hot breath getting closer and closer to her dripping pussy, her legs began to shake.

"Draco, please don't tease." Hermione begged as she clutched his hair.
He licked her sweet pussy at a painfully slow pace, making her moan as she rocked her hips in time with his tongue. He could feel her tighten around his fingers as he pumped them in and out, rhythmically as he sucked her sensitive clit. Hermione's body was shaking; her orgasm was looming, he could tell. Draco curled his fingers slightly, connecting with her g-spot as he worked her pussy.
"Oh Draco…Yes…Yes…Right there…Right there…Oh Merlin Yes…Yes…Draco, Now…" He pulled his fingers out, replaced them with his mouth, drinking every drop of her sweet juices as they gushed from her sopping pussy ran down his cheek, soaking his dress shirt. Hermione convulsed as her orgasm completely consumes her. As she regained control of her body she could feel him moving. She opened her eyes and watched him remove his shirt and undershirt, she could hear his belt unfasten and his zipper. Draco stepped toward her, resting his hardness against her hungry, wet opening, begging entry. They looked into each others eyes; Draco pulled Hermione into his arms as he slid her to the edge of the desktop. He buried his face in her hair as he sheathed himself in her warmth. Their moans filled the room as they found the connection they so desperately longed for. It was their morning ritual, to taste, to touch, to feel each other. It was their way to connect before going about their day. Draco and Hermione made love slowly and sweetly like that had been separated for days, not hours. She locked her legs around his waist as they kissed passionately as he ran his fingers through her hair. His pace intensified, he could feel their orgasms building. Hermione buried her face in the crook of his neck as her body began to shake.
"Oh Draco…Oh Gods…Oh Gods…." She was whimpering as her body quaked in his arms as her pussy milked his cock so wondrously. Draco growled as his body shook and he came deep inside of her; his thrusts continued as they slowed. He kissed her passionately as he cradled her face in his hands.

"My sweet lioness, I love you so much. My beautiful Hera, my angel."
"My dragon, I love you, Draco."

The happy couple was so lost in their bliss that neither of them heard the office door open or close. Blaise and Blythe came to meet Draco early for their meeting. Blaise hadn't spoken to him in a quite a while and he hadn't been to the house for their weekend lunch in three weeks. He was worried about him. When they arrived, Alice, Draco's secretary wasn't at her desk so they headed straight for his office. He was expecting Blaise and Blythe had come along to give her input on the proposal. She worked with both of them with the foundation, Financial Officer and Fund Raising Organizer, her expertise was fund raising, so they depending on her when it came to bring in more contributors. This was one of the times that her being muggle-born was a benefit. She could move between both worlds, flawlessly and it had helped them out on more occasions than they can count.

They were discussing proposal possibilities as Blaise opened the office door; neither had noticed the couple on the far side of the room until they were full in the office. Blaise and Blythe were momentarily struck dumb at the sight before them. Their best friend, ‘their brother’, naked, was in the throws of passion with a mystery woman. They could see her narrow, yet muscular back. She had a small tattoo on her lower back to the left of her spine. Blythe's eyes widened, she knew that tattoo. Then she heard it, '...My beautiful Hera'. Before she fully thought about her actions, Blythe covered her husband's mouth with her hand and pulled him out of the room.
"What the fuck!! Draco knew we had a meeting!! And he picked NOW to shag some slag!! What the fuck is wrong with him? I know he hasn't gotten any in a while but shit!!! Business is business and he had this planned...He scheduled the damn meeting." Blaise was pacing back and forth, his hands flailing. "And why in all bloody hell do you pull me out of there with your hand over my mouth? I've every right to pissed and to interrupt his shag session for….umm...let me think…WORK!!" Blythe was now leaning against Alice's desk watching her husband's tirade. She didn't have to worry about him trying the door again, she had already but a silent lock spell on it as she pulled him through it so he couldn't get it open even if he tried.

"Are you finished?"

"Why are you so bloody calm? You're a part of this meeting too, ya know."

"I'm quite aware of that, dear. Are you finished, now?" Blaise let out a frustrated sigh.

"Yes.."

"Please sit down." He started to speak but the look on his wife's face told him it was best not to argue. He sat down and started to bounce his leg. Blythe started to pace back and forth in front of her husband, her cream chiffon skirt brushed against her thighs as she walked. Blaise couldn’t help but admire his wife’s legs. She loved wearing high heels and they made her legs look amazing. The shoes matched her jumper perfectly. His glance moved up her body, lingering on her the swell of her breasts. Her purple button-down jumper hugged her ample bosom perfectly. She wore her favorite amethyst earrings with the matching lariat necklace that accentuated her cleavage beautifully. Blaise may be pissed off but he couldn’t resist admiring his wife’s exquisite form. She was quite the stunning package. Blythe wasn’t very tall, 5’3”, but she was perfectly proportioned, an hourglass figure, thick black hair, dark chocolate almond shaped eyes and a complexion like cafe latte. She really was gorgeous and intense. He was still pissed off but at least he was enjoying the view.

"Now listen carefully, dear. I have a lot to tell you. First of all, we're at least an hour early, and you know it. We were both worried about him and that's the reason why we came to see him early. Am I right?" Her husband begrudgingly agreed. "You do remember that he told you he met someone, don't you?" Blaise nodded. "You told him to take as much time as he needed with her because he was really nervous about getting into a relationship. I can only assume, that's what he's been doing."
"I guess but…" She gave him a look and he stopped speaking. Blaise knew he could push his wife and this was not one of those times.

"Did you even hear anything that he said to her or were you just transfixed by ‘your brother' shagging?" Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Hun, I hate to be the one to break this to you but D and I weren't virgins before we met you and we have, as you say, ‘hooked up’ with girls in the same room before, so no…I was not shocked by the sight of him shagging. But no, I didn't hear anything he said, I was too pissed off." It was Blythe's turn to roll her eyes.

"Keep your ego in check, Zabini, I'm fully aware of that you weren’t a virginal wizard when I met you. He said 'My Beautiful Hera'."
"So..."
"So, Hera is his new girlfriend."
"You know her name?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"He told me."
"When?"
"The last time I spoke to him."
"And when was that?"
"Ummm, a week ago, I think."
"And you didn't think it was necessary to mention this to me."
"He asked me not to."
"Why?"
"You'll have to ask him."
"What else do you know about her?"
"He says he's in love with her and he's really happy."
"Then why didn't he tell me?"
"Again, you need to talk to him."
"Then I'll go in there and ask him now." She put her hand out to stop him.
"Give them a few more minutes….There's more."
"More?" She nodded, solemnly.
"Blaise, you know her."
"What? What do you mean I know her?"
"Draco's girlfriend, Hera, you know her."
"How would I know her?" She took a slow deep breath and let it out.
"It's Hermione Granger.."
"What? Are you shittin' me?" She shook her head.
"No, I'm not."
"Are you sure? Wait…how do you know Granger?" Blythe wasn't looking forward to this part of the conversation but it was inevitable so she might as well get it over with as quickly as possible.
"I've known Hermione since I did my undergraduate work at the muggle university that I attended, Harvard University. She attended my school for a semester; we shared a flat with a few other girls. She wanted to live the 'American experience' while she was there so she chose not to live with other students from her school. She never knew that I was a witch and I didn't know about her. We've been writing each other ever since, six years now, I think. It's been hard, I've had to edit the things I've told her not knowing that she was a witch as well. She's never even seen pictures of Chloe because we don't own a muggle camera. Blaise, she's in love with Draco. She told me all about him but she never said his name. She told me that they had known each other since they were very young but they didn't get along until they met again as adults. She told me that he calls her Hera and that she's never been happy like this…ever. Blaise Zabini, if you ruin this for them, I will never ever forgive you…and you will wish that I Avada Kedrava'ed your ass."

Blaise looked at his shoes for a few moments, and then looked at his wife. "Why am I the last one to know?"

"It wasn't intentional. I didn't put it together until we walked in on them. Hermione has a tattoo on her back; it's a small golden lion. I now know that it's the Gryffindor Lion. When I saw her tattoo and heard Draco say, 'Hera' is when I put it all together. Please, Blaise, I know you're hurt that Draco didn't tell you but he was afraid of your reaction and considering how you just acted, he wasn't off-base." He looked away. "Blaise, she makes him happy, she loves him. You saw him with her and you've seen him with other girls. Has he ever been like this with any other women?" Blaise shook his head, no. "He loves her, you know he does. Don't ruin this for him." Blaise cleared his throat.

"I need to talk to him."

"Are you calmer now?"

"Calm enough to talk to him without freaking out on him." She took the lock charm off of the door.

“We'll go in together. I will take Hermione up to Draco's flat so I can talk to her. You and Draco need to talk." He nodded and stood up and walked to the door.

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Draco and Hermione held each other as their breathing finally calmed. He kissed her on the forehead as he caressed the sides of her breasts. Hermione sighed softly as her nipples began erect once again. "You are so beautiful, Angel. I can't get enough of you." Hermione smiled as she stroked his face, lovingly.

"I can't believe how much I love you."

"I love you, Hera." He pulled her closer to him as she snuggled into his chest, a blissful smile on her flushed face. Draco lifts her chin so he could look at her. "Gods I wish we could stay like this all day," He kisses her lips, softly, "but we can't. Blaise will be here any minute and this is definitely not the position to be caught in." Hermione nodded in agreement. Draco kissed her once more as he fondled her breasts, making her sigh and squirm. He rested his forehead against her, kissing her nose. "I'm sorry, Love. I lost control for a minute. You best get dressed quickly before it happens again." He pressed his lips against her ear, "Just one more taste…" Hermione whimpered as his fingers fondled her sex. Her willpower was non-existent, as she spread her legs wider to give him better access.
"Draco…we shouldn't… your meeting..", her head fell back as he thumbed her clit making her gasp.
"Mmhmm", he started to suck her neck gently as she started to moan softly. He placed one hand on the back of her head so she would look at him. When their eyes met, he began to lick his fingers clean. Hermione moaned, she could feel her pussy juices seeping onto his desk. "Mmmm.. So good, so sweet…" Hermione shuddered at his words. "You probably should freshen up in the washroom. I'll straighten up out here. Blaise will be here any minute.
"You're so mean, Draco…", she gave him the pout face.

"Please don't give me ‘the pout face’. If I had my way we would be finishing this upstairs in our bed but you know we can't right now." He accio'ed her blouse to him and handed it to her. "Let's go, princess." He helped her off of the desk and pulled down her skirt. "I love you, Lioness.." She looked up through her bangs, still pouting but didn't say anything. "Come on, my sweet; tell me what I want to hear." He touched her cheek gently.

"I love you, Dragon." He smiled at her, gave her a quick kiss on the lips before giving her a light smack on the bum and a gentle nudge toward the washroom. She smiled at him, despite not getting her way and went into the washroom. Draco quickly dressed and did a cleansing spell on his shirts and his desk as well as tidying up his overall appearance. He quickly moved all of his belongings back onto his desk. Just as he sat down, the door to his office opened and Blaise entered followed closely by Blythe.