Just Reality

Hermione had torn apart her office looking for that infernal book, but she couldn’t find it. She didn’t want to face the fact that Draco had taken it from her office but there was no other alternative.



She put her office back together again and sat at her desk. Why in bloody hell had she written in it again? Why didn’t she just burn it? She buried her face in her hands and let out a painful groan.



“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.” Hermione looked up and forced a smile to her assistant.



“Maybe, maybe not. What is it?” She asked.



“This arrived for you.” She handed Hermione a letter. The high quality stationary was unmistakable. “And Mr. Boyd sent some new prospects that arrived.” She said handing her several files.



“Thank you.” The girl left and Hermione immediately opened the latter.



‘Hermione, I’m sure you have a good reason for avoiding me, but writing what you have written goes against what you have told me. If the past is in the past, why write in the infamous notebook? It seems to me that you wish to capture nostalgia again. However I will not make assumptions. I am asking you and a mature man to a mature woman to meet me at the manor after work for dinner. We can talk, and I mean just talk and finally settle this. Contrary to what you think, I only want to hear a reason, not a justification of one I have formed. You need only talk to me and we can go on with our lives. This is a long time coming Hermione and you know as well I as I do that we both need closure. Once we close the door on the past we can each move on. I will expect you. Draco’



Hermione let the letter fall to her desk. She had the chance to settle this once and for all and Draco would leave. She felt her whole being sink into depression. She didn’t want to talk to him. He was a criminologist, he was trained to read emotions and underlying issues. He would see right through her.



She shook her head. She had no choice it seemed. If she didn’t finally talk with him, he would continue on and on until she did. Where was her bravery when she needed it?







Hermione showed up at Malfoy Manor at seven sharp. She was shown into the study by a house elf. Draco offered her a drink but she refused. She took a seat in an armchair and watched as Draco took a seat as well.



“I want to know two things, but you must tell me be honest with me completely.” He said.



“Two things?” She asked.



“Two questions. That’s all.” He affirmed. She was very cautious. He would be able to deduct what he wanted from those two questions, she knew it, but she had no way of knowing what she would be revealing, but she was here and the sooner this was over the sooner she would be home.



“Alright, go on then.” She said.



“First, think of the proudest moment in your life and tell me why it’s the proudest.” He said.



She didn’t need to think about it. “That would be the day I got my Hogwarts letter. I was ten, almost eleven and suddenly my whole life was about to change.”



“I mean the whole reason Hermione, don’t cut corners. Why is it the proudest moment?” He said firmly. He was not letting her weasel her way out of this.



She took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly. “To a girl who wasn’t that pretty, had unruly hair and buck teeth, it meant I had something nobody else had. I could do things nobody else could. It meant I was special, I was different and in the cases of muggles better then some. I was seen as bookish and ordinary with nothing better to do then my schoolwork. Kids avoided me because they thought I was a teachers pet and in some cases I was.”



Draco watched her, listening to every word. “When my letter came, I felt such a sense of pride that I was so much more special then the ones who told me I was ugly, or a nerd, or just not worth paying attention to. I was something unique and they were the ordinary ones this time.”



She still avoided his eyes even though she had fallen silent. “Now, tell me about the first relationship you had and why it failed. I mean the first one ever, even if it wasn’t serious.” He said.



Hermione still didn’t meet his eyes. “That would have been Viktor Krum. I’m sure you remember him.” Draco nodded but she didn’t see it. “He always used to tell me what a lovely girl I was, and he used to watch me study and read. He was a gentleman in every way. But it only lasted a month. He used to talk about Bulgaria and how much I would love it there. When I offered to visit during the summer, he sounded happy and so was I until he mentioned it was be wonderful to see it before it became my home.”



“What did he mean?” Draco asked.



“He told me that he wanted me to move there after school and we could live together then get married. He had everything planned but I couldn’t agree. I was only fourteen and didn’t know what I wanted to do yet. I told him I wasn’t ready to think about that just yet. He said if I loved him then the answer should be an easy one. I told him I didn’t know how I felt. He wanted to know everything and I had no answers for him, he was moving way to fast and I wasn’t moving with him. Eventually he lost interest in having to wait for me to admit anything.”



“How did that make you feel?” Draco asked.



“Annoyed. He demanded the answers he wanted and when he didn’t get them he left.” She said. “I’ve answered your questions, so now what.”



“Your afraid of failure.” He said simply.



“What?” She asked finally looking at him.



“when you were a child and teased and tormented getting your letter didn’t mean you were different it meant you were better, that you could do something they couldn’t and they would all fail at. But you would succeed, that’s why you study so hard, you read all the books from the letter before coming to Hogwarts, and you nearly bought out Flourish and Blotts before you stared school reading up on the world you were going to enter. You didn’t want to fail at being a part of it.”



“That ridiculous Draco.” She said rising and began pacing. “I’m not afraid of anything.”



“Of course your not, not when you know what your doing. When it comes to things that challenge you, your confidence waivers. Being in a relationship isn’t something you can study for and Krum proved it. You had no idea what he would ask of you. You never saw it coming and it frightened you to future relationships.”



“It did not!” She said facing him, giving him a glare.



“Who did you date after him then?” Draco asked and she continued to pace. “I knew you had gone out on dates during Hogwarts but never exclusively. Even we weren’t committed in any way. Face it Granger the thought of failure sends you running. Look at what happened at work.”



“That had nothing to do you! It was about control!” She yelled.



“You didn’t want me to find out how scared you were so you thought it better to run where I had no contact with you.” He rose and began to pace beside her.



“That’s what you were afraid of at Hogwarts wasn’t it?” She started pacing but he moved right along beside her. “You were so paranoid of failing at another relationship that you decided to end it before it got to that point. Before we could move to another level you cut it off because the risk was too great.”



“That is not the reason!” She faced him and yelled. “You don’t know what the reason was!”



“The tell me!” He screamed back. “Give me some closure after all these years! Don’t run from me this time, face up to what you’ve done and tell me!”



He bottom lip trembled and she just stared at him. She parted her lips but nothing came out. “I……” Tears began to form and she rapidly blinked them away.



“Its only me and you. We had shared our bodies Hermione you don’t get closer then that. I’ve shared my thoughts with you, share your with me.”



“I……cant….” She whispered, and a few tears escaped.



“Hermione,” he said softly, “why is that we can’t admit fantasies in a book but we can’t talk to each other? We can do anything we want to each other, why is talking so hard?”



She tried to speak again, but she couldn’t, more tears fell. She tried to push away but he held her arms. “Hermione, talk to me. I’m a listener, I’m not going anywhere.”



She closed her eyes and let the tears fall. “I’m afraid to feel this way.” she said in between sobs.



“What way?” He asked, loosening his hold. He knew she would talk.



“Like I want to give everything up.” She still didn’t look at him. “Like I would just like and follow you anywhere, and then everything I would have worked for would have been for nothing.” She dropped her head, bawling out her grief. Draco’s heart was beating madly.



“I would never ask you to give anything up.” He told her gently.



“I don’t know that and I can’t risk it.” She said trying to move away.



“Hermione there are never guarantees in life, but the only way you could have known how I would react was to talk to me.” He said.



“I cant take that chance. I don’t like the feeling Draco, the thought that I might be willing to leave it all behind, like Viktor suggested. I didn’t want to do that for Viktor but when I thought about you I started weighing the odds.” She was bawling, fighting to breath. “I didn’t like that I was thinking of giving up everything I wanted.”



“I don’t want you to do that.” He told her, pulling her closer. “I want to be beside you when you accomplish all those things.”



“But it was the thought. I don’t like what I was thinking. I was afraid of becoming something I had no control over. I was afraid of how I was thinking. I couldn’t handle it then and I cant handle it now.” She pushed away but he held her close.



“Hermione, how do you feel about me?” She looked up with shocked eyes. “The only reason you would be thinking this way is if you feel strongly about me. Tell me now, how do you feel about me?”



“Its not worth it to think…….”



He gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. “STOP SAYING ITS POINTLESS! WOULD I BE GOING TO THIS MUCH TROUBLE IF I DIDN’T FEEL SOMETHING FOR YOU. STOP AVOIDING ME AND TALK TO ME!”



She froze, her eyes wide but she didn’t push away anymore. “I don’t know how I feel. That’s what’s so confusing.” She waited for another outburst but it didn’t come.



“That’s understandable. This is what we need to do, we need to talk.” He said calmly, massaging her arms where he had gripped them. “But do you enjoy me?”



“Yes.” She admitted.



“Was it hard to leave me at Hogwarts?”



“Yes.” She had stopped avoiding his eyes.



“Did you miss me all these years?” He asked, pulling her close again.



“Yes.” She whispered.



“Would you like to try again?” He said leaning close. She turned her head. “Hermione, we are grown up now. You know how good we are together. There will be risks, but I will never demand anything from you, I will always support you, and I will always listen to you.” He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. “Don’t push me away this time.”



He brushed his cheek against hers and felt her body relax in his. He titled his face and found her lips with his. She was his again. He plundered her lips with his tongue, tasting a sweetness he hadn’t felt in years.



Hermione gave in. she tasted the tears she had shed in but Draco’s kiss awaken her body. She was on fire and before she knew it was lifted off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and looked over his shoulder as he walked out of the study and up the stairs.



She was in his bedroom in no time and hurled on his bed. He covered her body with his and kissed her swollen lips. She held him tight, clutching his shoulders. She had missed him. Her body had missed him.



“Take this shit off.” He ground out pulling at her clothes. They stripped off her clothes and his, tossing them in various directions. When they were naked Draco gripped her breasts in both hands and buried his face between them, smothering his nose and mouth.



“Merlin, I’ve missed these.” He took one nipple in his mouth while he rolled the other in his thumb and forefinger. She had gained just enough weight since Hogwarts to put some more flesh in the right places. He was able to feel her ribs during school but not now.



She lifted her leg and hooked his hip pulling him closer, and Draco noticed something he hadn’t noticed when they had stripped each other. He rose up on his knees and opened her legs wide. “Oh man, I love a bald pussy!” He dropped down and buried his face in her shaved lips.



Hermione let out a shriek, and opened her legs wider. She reached down and ran her hands threw his hair. He grabbed her wrist and rose up over her, bringin her wrists above her head.



“You are not getting away from me this time woman.” He said into her ear. She felt something wrap around her wrist and then heard a click. She looked up and saw that he wrist had been restrained in padded shackles. “Remember that first story of yours? Well I loved I prepared just in case I ever got you in her my dear.” He gave her a light chuckle, as he snapped the other wrist in place.



She looked back at him and saw pure lust in his eyes. She didn’t say a thing. She was restrained on Draco Malfoy’s and she wasn’t saying a thing. “Now, where was I?” He got on his knees and grabbed her thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulder and lifting her ass to his chest. He dropped his face down and tongue fucked her.



Hermione groaned out at the sight. She parted her legs wider, spreading herself for his mouth. He held her in a firm grip around her waist. She could see her own juice cover her mound and without the hair, she could see his lips moving over hers.



It was so hot, that she juiced up even more. She pulled on the shackles but she knew it would do no good. She had parted her legs so wide she was practically doing to splits in the air, but he loved it and eat her out with a vengeance.



Just as she got close and closer to the edge, just when she was on the verge of cumming he stopped, and let her body fall to the bed. She opened her mouth to speak but he dropped over her body and locked hi lips with hers kissing her. She tasted her own flavor on his lips.



While he kissed her, he waited until her tremors slowed down and then reached between her thighs and slid his fingers inside her. She groaned in to his mouth, growing aggressive in her kiss and attacked his mouth. She lifted her legs around his waist and arched her hips against his fingers.



He loved how heated she was and how she was pushing her own body onward. Again, just as she was approached her climax, he pulled away just at the last moment. “Draco, what the fuck are you….aahhhhhh!!!!!!”



He thrust hard inside her. She was soaked and tight, and well on her way to cumming hard. Having been denied it twice, he knew it would hit her whole body like a hammer.



As she got closer, he dug between their bodies and rolled his finger over her clit. She let out a shriek and her hips began fucking him, thrusting upward. She was crying out, whimpering at times, looking for something and praying to Merlin that he wouldn’t pull away and this time he had no intention of doing so.



She was pulling against the restraints, but she didn’t ask him to remove them. He looked down at her, getting harder and harder. She could feel the throb as he body squeezed down on him. “Drac…cocobolo……..”



“Yes love, come on, let me feel you hug me.” He urged her. “I’ve missed the feel of you cumming on me.” His words sank into her, and sent her over the edge.



“DRRRAAAACCCCOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She cried out as she squeezed him with her legs and her pussy, pulling on the restraints and shaking.



“FUCK!!” Draco yelled as she tightened down on him sending him plummeting into her fire off semen inside her. He let pent up frustration she had caused him over the past few weeks.



Drained of all bodily fluid, Draco let his weight go limp on her body. His cock went limp and slipped out of her but neither moved. Hermione was weightless as well, her arms above her head still locked in the shackles, and her legs thrown to the side sill cradling Draco between them.



“You are never leaving me again Hermione.” He breathed into her sweaty breasts. “I won’t let you.” Hermione didn’t have the strength to argue.