Another way of life

Chapter 9.


The next day, they disscused about the places they’re going to visit. A week after, they had a plan traced. The day after their travel, Hermione visited Harry but now in Godric’s Hollow. She had already visited him and he was with Ginny in a renewed realtionship. She’d been told about Hermione and Draco being a couple, and looked to be highly dissapointed with the brown-haired girl. In the end, Ginny sighed and wished her the best.

This time, Harry was alone. The Weasleys were in the Burrow and the Order of th Phoenix in Grimmauld Place.

When Hermione was going to enter into the floo network, Draco made a puppy face. She laughed and flung herself in his arms, kissing him passionately and toying with his anormous bulge. She made a comment about him being starving constantly, much to Draco’s displeasure. They released each other, both blew off a kiss and the girl was swallowed by the green flames.

When Hermione came out from the fireplace, Harry took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. The gree-eyed man released her just a bit to see her bright face shinning at him, making him feel something between foreboding and butterflies at once.

“Seems that you missed me.” commented Hermione smiling. He masked his sudden sadness.

“I did.” Harry took her hand and led her to a couch in his living room “You look happier than the last time I saw you.”

“I am... Do you want to know?” Harry regreted he’s even asked but nodded. Hermione grinned. “Wait” he said when she was opening her mouth “you aren’t... pregnant... are you?”

she looked at him, puzzled by his tone of voice... a bitter one and she sensed a discomfort in him. “Well, no...” she noticed him blewing out a breath he secretly was holding “I mean, Draco and I talked about it, but we agreed to not have kids... not now. What I’m really happy about is that we’re going on a holidays. We want to know another places and people... maybe even visit some private beach...” she wriggled her brows with secret thoughts... thoughts that Harry really wanted to hear.

“Oh!” he was surprised to hear that. What really pissed him was about the kids comment. “Well, and... when are you going to leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Then, you’re not going to stay here for a few days.”

“That’s right.”

For a minute, Hermione felt the air tensing around her. Harry was looking everywhere but her and she suspected that something wasn’t right... the silence just made it worse.

“Are you going to have family with him?” his face was a mask of indiference.

“Later. Right now we want to enjoy ourselves.”

“Is he even going to marry you?”

This question took her out of balance because Draco and Hermione hadn’t talked about it yet. However, Harry’s questions were getting into her witts end. “I don’t know.”

“When are you going to come back and visit me?”

“Six months.”

“That long!” Harry protested and that was it with her.

“Harry, is there something you want to say?” asked Hermione pissed off by his uneasiness. He tended to do it when something was bothering him and was one of her biggest problems with Harry. “You know you can say whatever is on your mind. I don’t like to be around and around words and not saying them directly.”

After what seemed to be like an eternity, Harry sighed and masked his combated feelings. “Not really. It’s just... I’ve been thinking lately about your relationship with... him. I just want to know if you’re ok. If you both are planning to have family, at least doing it properly is what I expect. Mostly because I noticed that this is a serious matter. Having sex doesn’t mean anything really.”

“Well... we don’t have sex. We make love, that’s a difference.” She sighed deeply and continued “He’s good... he changed, Harry.” Hermione took on of his hands and squeezed it tenderly “You know, he’s trated me like I’m the most gorgeous girl in the world... no one ever had been more tender and lovely than him with me.”

Harry smiled a bit sad, but nodded to Hermione ‘If she’s happy, who am I to be between them?”

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THREE AND A HALF YEARS LATER...

“I don’t think this was a good idea.”

“Love, it was yours.”

“I know, but still...”

“I’m ok with it... it’s only up to them then.”

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

Draco smiled at her and squeezed her hand lightly “Of course I know... and I love you too.”

Hermione smiled up at him and kissed him lightly on the lips, just lingering for a moment and awaited sat in the couch, holding hands.

Almost two years ago, Draco and Hermione bought a beautiful Chalet in Swetzerland while traveling Europe. The blond man said snow was always his joyful desire since kid to have out of a house, one of his own and not his parent’s. As soon as they owned it, used it adequately: they’d had sex all over the house... a biggest one, mind you. It had at least twelve rooms, not even including the attic, the kitchen, basement, wardrobes, nor the six bathrooms... Draco took his word at heart: They enjoyed themselves alrigth! They seemed to be starving for sex and Hermione loved it. With him, she always had a new experience.

But now, they’re in the Potter’s. Swetzerland’s Chalet proved to be a good well home to go for holidays. It was winter and Hermione proposed Draco to have Harry and Ginny as guests for Christmas. The latters hadn’t married yet but lived together, much to Molly’s dissapointment.

This was the second time Draco goes back to England and the first time was to accompany Hermione to stay with Harry and Ginny. They both looked to be ok with them, sometimes Ginny not always looked pleased though. She never liked Draco’s presence but beared it only for Hermione. The read-head girl was grateful with Draco for saving her friend’s life, but the past of his behavior towards Harry, prevented her to confide in him totally.

Now, Harry and Ginny were inside the kitchen disscusing Draco and Hermione’s idea of go with them to Swetzerland and the latters were sat just waiting in the living room. By now, all the Weasleys knew Draco and Hermione’s relationship and all of them disagreed with it. The brown-eyed girl felt dearly their rejection, but thought that, if they didn’t like it, may as well she could spare their opinions and aisled herself with Draco, living in Dublin’s Manor. He’d proved himself to be, if not a good guy, a lovely one with Hermione at least. Draco still held a grudge against the rest of the world, but with her, he‘s the sweetest man.

After almost half and hour, Harry and Ginny came back from the kitchen, both faces unreadable and sat in the couch before them, both a bit aprehensive but otherwise prepared for their last word.

“You know, Molly and Arthur wanted us to be with them...” said Harry seriously “and Ginny and I decided to have a normal quiet Christmas” he saw the red-head girl from the corner of his eye and she tensed her lips “We wnated, well... she wanted to go abroad long ago and... if you’re really sure you want our company...” Harry looked into both Draco’s and Hermione’s eyes, both nodded with conviction “It’s settled then.”

Hermione jumped off screeching in happiness and ran to them sitting beside Ginny and hugged her. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” cried the brown-eyed girl holding the red-head witch tightly “It’ll be great I promise!” she released the girl and looked straight at her face, but the blue eyes didn’t show really some kind of happiness at all.

“I really hope so.” Spoke Ginny for the first time while Hermione beamed at her.

Draco stood from the couch and approached Harry extending a hand to him. After a moment of thinking, remembering the first time Draco offered did that and Harry didn’t take it, the green-eyed man took it and shaking hands politely, looked into each other eyes and a rush of shared emotions were present: both with respect and love... for Hermione. Draco and Harry sensed it but didn’t comment.

Hermione, Ginny and Harry stood from their sitting position and when Draco released Harry’s hand, extended it to Hermione who took it happily.

“Well then” spoke Draco politely “we’ll come for you in two days at this hour and will take a portkey. Thanks for agree with us.”

“There’s nothing to thank for.” Replied Ginny with the same polite tone Draco used, but gazing Hermione’s bright face all the time.

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Four days passed since Draco and Hermione arrived in Godric’s Hollow and fetched Harry and Ginny. Once in the Chalet, the latters were in awe when they took in the surroundings: it was expensive... even the ceilings. Furniture’s handwork was exquisite and the rooms were large enough to have at least four or five people sleeping in separated beds. Draco offerd them to take whatever room wanted except for two on the third floor, where the library and master bedroom were.

Ginny let Harry choose their room with Draco while she and Hermione prepared something to frink. The red-head girl had to admitt she enjoyed the view and the company. Never in her whole life had felt so suitable with a place like this one... mostly because she never had a holidays in what seemed to be an expensive hotel. Now that she’d a time to know Draco, agreed with Hermione: he actually had changed and Harry seemed to think the same.

They both never thought Draco would be such a generous host and he was with Hermione an affectional boyfriend.

Meanwhile, between Harry and Ginny not everything was alright. They’d had their rows, even in there, and sleeping together proved to be uncomfortable when Draco and Hermione forgot to procure their room a good silencing charm: Harry and Ginny just blushed at their noisely lovemaking, but never, not for a moment, the green-eyed and the red-head felt a bit stimulated by this.

By Christmas eve, became unbearable for Harry and Ginny.

Draco and Hermione were awoke by a loud CRASH and a yell. Faster than she normally moved, Hermione took her nightgown’s robe and exited the master bedroom to see what the commotion was, Draco at her heels.

When they reached the bedroom where Harry and Ginny were, just below theirs, the brown-eyed girl pulled out her wand and unlocked the door: Ginny was furious and her wand pointing to a wall, and Harry was sprawled on the carpet, his lower lip bleeding. Draco, who was behind Hermione, looked in shock at the scene and ran to Harry’s help.

“What’s going on, Ginny?” asked Hermione irritated while Draco checked in on Harry’s condition. He was angry but otherwise ok, looking Ginny’s eyes between apologetical and pissed. But Ginny, slowly, turned around to face Hermione and looked at her: Hermione never had seen Ginny in such a state, like she was debating between hex or curse someone, and what was worse, it was towards her.

“You!” and Ginny pointed her wand at her “You and your great ideas!” Hermione was confused not knowing what came over Ginny but she never stopped “The great know-it-all! The great prefect!” the red-head spat the last word with such venom that Hermione stepped backwards.

“What did I do?” asked the brown-eyed girl but now she took offence.

“Now you pretend to not know... such a friend you are.”

“Would you like to explain yourself? I don’t get anything of wha_”

“Please, Hermione!” yelled Ginny “Stop to pretend ignorance! I never took you for a slut, but right now...”

Now was indignation written all over Hermione’s face but controlled her crecent displeasure, trying to piece back what was happening with her supposed best friend.

“Don’t call her that!” yelled Draco and Harry, both on their feet and were about to walk where Ginny was.

“Don’t!” exclaimed Hermione rising a hand to prevent their next move. “Listen to me, Ginny... I don’t really know what came over you, but right now you’re going to explain yourself in this very moment.”

“Why don’t you ask Harry? He seems to know you very well.”

“What do you mean?”

Ginny moved her wand and the wardrobe opened itself and clothes went out floating in mid air directly onto the dishelved bed while a suitcase slided out under it.

“What’re you doing?” asked Draco.

“You’re not very clever, are you?” the venom in Ginny’s voice didn’t pass unnoticed “I’m leaving... and I’ll do it alone...” this last she said it glaring Harry’s face. Her clothes, neatly folded, stored inside the suitcase and closed itself. Ginny took it and faced Draco again “pity you changed and never took notice on what would have been another ‘pureblood’. You’re such a good lover, I heard.” And Ginny pointed with a finger up to the ceiling. Then, she turned straight to Hermione’s shocked face “And you... I don’t want to see you ever again, you bitch.”

“How dare you!” cried Hermione “What the hell is going on with you?!”

“Don’t play stupid with me!” commented Ginny rising her voice “You always wanted Harry! I know... and now you can have both he and Draco like the slut you are!” and Ginny pointed her wand at Hermione’s chest and shoot at her the infamous bat-boggey hex, but Hermione was faster and shielded herself with her own wand while Draco and Harry yelled. The hex bounced up and cracked the ceiling.

Ginny’s redened face paled instantly when Hermione dissarmed her and took the wand in mid-air. The brown-eyed girl pointed her wand at Ginny and spoke coldly “I want you to go away, Ginevra. Get out of this house and never EVER get near me again, or else I’ll be embarrasingly needed to ignore you!” Hermione threw her wand and Ginny catched it “If you try to hex or curse me again, you’ll see another thing coming!”

The offended red-head girl huffed, took her suitcase, turned on the spot and with a light ‘crack’ apparated away. Hermione stood where she was, satring where Ginny was instants before, breathing erratically trying to sontrol herself and piece together everything her now former bestfriend said. ‘You always wanted Harry! I know... and now you can have both, he and Draco like the slut you are!’... this sentence hit her psinfully, but for a reason, she felt elated and angry at the same time and exhasperated she yelled to no one in particular.

“FUCK IT!” and stormed out of the room “Coxtix!” and the elf appeared with a ‘crack’ in the landing of the hall at her side bowing “Make breakfast for two. I’m going to my room, I’m not going to eat.” The elf bowed again and Hermione added “GO!” the elf obeyed and without a glance back, she apparated in her room.

Draco glared at Harry but he seemed somewhat irritated by the whole scene. The blonde man signaled Harry to follow him downstairs and sat in the kitchen while Coxtix prepared them breakfast.

Draco choose to not bother Hermione for the moment. All the time they lived together, he learned that, when she’s pissed off like she was now, it’s better to wait for her to calm down, or else she’d hex him.

While eating, Harry explained the problem: Ginny didn’t like to be there because their displays of affection intimidated her in every way. She argued that Hermione shouldn’t be with Draco, or that Harry should be as good lover as the blond was, or that Draco and Hermione may as well could place a silencing charm each time they shagged their brains out... or whatever crossed her mind at random.

Harry felt embarrassed to say all of that, but he told Draco that the real problem was that the green-eyed told Ginny he wasn’t ready to get married yet and he felt it wasn’t what he really wanted. But Draco wasn’t stupid. He read the signals when Ginny spoke. To hom, it was clear what was happening inside Harry and the real reason behind it all. Though, he didn’t say it out loud.

When Hermione was a bit better, went downstairs to see Draco and Harry sitting in the living room taking a drink of firewhisky and she joined them. The girl never asked Harry what was happening, but drank stupidly instead. Around midnight she excused herself laughing, obviously acclimatized by the alcohol in her system. The three enjoyed stupid comments and jokes, something they never experienced, feeling like everything was alright, as though it was the way it supposed to be. Draco wasn’t taking Ron’s place at all, but to Harry and Hermione was a good change... a daring one...

Inside the master bedroom, Hermione changed her clothes to put up a black long dress. She actually had tought on put on a nightgown, but she wanted to play.

When Draco enterd, Hermione was flattening her shinning curls seductively and the blond let the door wide open, walking slowly behind her and stilled her movements. He bent down to her ear and whispered. “You’re gorgeous.”

Hermione closed her eyes feeling his breath on her ear and moaned quietly. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed her butt against him... and she purred when she felt his erection pressing her. He kissed her neck softly, hearing her purr even louder.

Draco moved her in the middle of the room and whispered naughty words making Hermione gasp, while his hands left her waist to slid up over her dress... and a pair of green eyes watching every movement from the hall’s shadows...


----- TO BE CONTINUED -----

A/N: How was it? What’s happening in the hall? To whom belonged the pair of green eyes? What will happen next?.... is this necessary to explain? Well, next chapter will certanly be interesting, don’t you think? Yummy... I KNOW I KNOW. I really am turned on and I really am this sick! From all of you who just ignored how old I am, then I’ll tell you: I’m 28, I have a daughter and I enjoyed a few fantasies since I started shagging. While some of the things I had written are this perverted, few are tender, romantic and depressing... this story is a mix of all I mentioned before... AND PROUD OF IT!! Keep reading and leave your review!!

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