Dragon Orchids

Here is a fic to tide everyone over untill I finish the new chapter for \'Careful\'....
I am working on it and it is on it\'s way I promise!

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DRAGON ORCHIDS
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“HERMIONE WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

Hermione bolted upright, or at least tried to. A heavy arm across her chest hampered her movement. She suddenly became aware of the warm body behind her, cuddled close and, dear Merlin, deliciously nude. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and let her head hit the floor with a soft thud.

Her eyes snapped open a moment later when two pairs of hands roughly pulled her out of the warm comfortable embrace that she had been enjoying. A robe was placed around her naked shoulders, and she was being pulled into what was supposed to be a comforting hug.

That was the question though… What precisely was she doing with him? Hermione’s thoughts rushed back to six months before as school was just beginning. Hermione was in the library late one night doing what she always did, working on an essay that wasn’t due for two weeks. It had been well past curfew, but she had permission to be out late. Being Head Girl had privileges that she took every advantage of.

That night in particular she was working on an essay that Professor Snape had assigned on basilisk fang and its properties in potions. Hermione hadn’t noticed that someone had silently slid into the chair across from her and had begun staring intently at the crown of her head as she bent over the scroll of parchment, scribbling furiously.

Twenty minutes later Hermione set down her quill, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair. She stretched her arms above her head and her legs out in front of her. She froze when her bare feet came into contact with a hard muscular calf. She lowered her arms and returned her feet to the floor before opening her eyes.

“You didn’t have to stop stretching, Granger. I was quite enjoying the view.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open at the sound of that slow, drawling voice. Just as she suspected - Draco Malfoy. The Head Boy was slumped elegantly in the chair directly across from her, his steely gray eyes shadowed behind the curtain of his corn silk blonde hair.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione asked with as much venom as she could muster. She was tired and really didn’t want to get into it with him.

“I haven’t decided what I want, Granger,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. He rose from the chair and walked to her side of the table. His hand rose, and with a single finger, he traced the side of her face. “When did you grow up Hermione?”

Hermione stared at him in shocked silence. The look he was giving her was so intense that she was sure she would catch fire from the heat of it. He had started to finger one of the curls that had escaped her hastily tied hair.

“What are you playing at?” Hermione cursed the breathless quality her voice had taken, as if the self-possessed git could affect her as if she was one of his groupies.

Draco leaned into her and brushed his lips against hers softly, fleetingly. He looked into her eyes, searching for something before his lips descended once more to capture hers in a heated, passionate kiss.

Almost as soon as the kiss began, it ended. Draco pushed himself violently away from Hermione. She stared after him in confusion as he stalked to the window and stared out.

“Malfoy, what the hell was that?” Hermione said softly.

“Get out, Granger,” he growled. “Leave now. I can’t give you what you deserve. I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked, rising from her chair and crossing over to where he stood staring out across the Forbidden Forest.

His hands whipped out and grabbed her, his fingers digging into her shoulders. He spun her around and brutally pushed her back into the wall. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his erection grinding into her soft stomach.

“I want to fuck you, Granger.” His lips brushed her ear as he snarled. “I want to bend you over that table and pound into you until you scream.”

Hermione was mildly shocked at his words, but they also ignited something within her, something that was fighting to be freed. Her voice sounded strange to her ears as she whispered, “Do it. Fuck me, Malfoy.”

He pulled back and looked searchingly at her again before grabbing her arms roughly. He kissed her with a violence that drew blood then spun her around and pushed her down over the table. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and roughly yanked her panties down to her ankles. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt his tongue swipe over her wet folds then poke forward to flick over her clit. When she shuddered under his mouth, he pulled away. He stood then pulled her back up to kiss her, forcing her to taste herself on his lips.

He pulled out of the kiss and pushed her back down, entering her roughly with two of his fingers as his other hand unbuckled his pants and delved into his boxers to palm his cock. After removing his fingers, he teased her entrance with his cock, rubbing his cock-head between the wet folds of her pussy.

Teasing her mercilessly, he leaned over her back. “Ask me again Hermione. Ask me to fuck you.”

“Draco, please,” she whispered huskily.

She sighed in relief when he finally thrust into her.

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For six months Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, the pride of their houses, had snuck around in the darkest corners, abandoned dusty classrooms, and deserted corridors in fear of discovery. Draco because he feared his father and Hermione because she feared her best friends in the world would react just as they were now.

Ron was still clutching her in his arms, but Harry had stood, his wand pointed at the now fully awake, sleep-disheveled Draco. Hermione struggled in Ron’s arms, but he gripped her tighter, keeping her from rushing to shield Draco from Harry’s obvious ire.

“Malfoy, you are going to pay for putting your hands on her,” Harry said, his voice dangerously low.

Draco raked his hands through his hair. “Potter, put down your wand. I have never touched Hermione without her expressed desire.”

Harry’s wand faltered a moment as if Hermione and desire in the same sentence was something he had never considered before. Ron’s grip also faltered and loosened for a moment. It was the opening Hermione needed, and she pushed out of the redhead’s grasp to dash back to Draco.

“Please listen to me, Harry,” Hermione pleaded as she stood shielding Draco from Harry’s wand. Hermione chanced a glance at Draco, who nodded solemnly for her to continue. “Draco has spoken to Dumbledore. He is on our side. He is trying to get information from his father to pass on to Dumbledore.”

“Why is he still a nasty git to us? Why does he still insult you if that is true, ‘Mione?” Ron asked furiously.

“A snake who’s shed his skin is still a snake,” Harry said evenly.

“Hermione, why, in Merlin’s name, do you hang around with these two?” Draco sighed from behind her, his hand now resting on her shoulder in a show of more than solidarity. “Let me explain it to the imperceptive Gryffindors. I am spying on my father. If I come off as anything but hating the three of you or if he even hears a whisper of a cooling of my hatred for any of you, he won’t trust me and therefore will refuse to give me information that your Order of the Phoenix needs. Not to mention what he would do if he knew that I had feelings of any sort other than loathing for Hermione. Do you really want to put Hermione in that kind of danger?”

“That still doesn’t explain why you have your hands on Hermione,” Ron blurted out.

Hermione felt Draco sigh. “My hands are on her because I love her, you dim-witted fool.” Draco’s hands ran down Hermione’s arms and he hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. “The two of you are such great friends to her that you never noticed that in the last six months she has hardly spent any time with you, that she was generally missing for hours at a time. What made you come looking for her now?”

Harry seemed flush with embarrassment that he really hadn’t noticed anything amiss. Ron just gaped like a fish as the reality of Draco’s admission hit him like a blow to the gut.

“Yes, what made you come looking for me tonight?”

“The map,” Harry said softly. “We were playing chess and wondered where you were. So we checked the map and saw Malfoy with you.”

Hermione tried to stop the furious tears that sprang to her eyes. “Draco is right. What kinds of friends take six months to notice that you are missing?” In a flash she was gone, slamming the door of the empty classroom behind her so hard that it reverberated back against the wall.

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Draco calmly finished getting dressed as the Pothead and Weasel stared at each other, dumbfounded at Hermione’s outburst. Granted, Hermione Granger saying that Draco Malfoy was right about anything was something to remember, let alone that the Gryffindor know-it-all had yelled it at the top of her lungs.

“Malfoy, are you going to go after her?” Potter ventured, his voice tentative and just a little afraid.

“Yes, Potter. I’ll go after her in a few minutes,” Draco answered as he shrugged into his Slytherin robes and languidly sat down. He shrewdly regarded the two boys who had been the bane of his existence for the last six years before speaking again. “The two of you have to fix this with Hermione on your own, though.” Draco held up a pale hand to stop their protestations. “I can’t do it for you. I won’t either because, personally, I think that she is better of without either of you, but a break in your friendship is something the Dark Lord is waiting for. Don’t give him the chance to win because of something as inconsequential as a couple of clueless adolescent males doing what they do best.”

Draco watched as Potter and Weasley digested everything he said. Potter nodded in understanding, but the Weasel looked as if he wasn\'t quite sure if Draco had insulted him or not.

Draco shook his head and left Potter to explain to the Weasel. He really didn’t have the time to baby-sit clueless Gryffindors. Draco walked purposefully through the halls, letting his feet take him to one of the two places Hermione would go when she was upset.

As he walked, his mind wandered to the first time he had come upon her visibly upset. He still frowned to himself when he thought about how she affected him, but he also marveled that she had shown him that he did, in fact, have a heart.

It had been a couple of weeks since he had found her in the library and had proceeded to fuck her silly. That had been what it was for him, pure and simple fucking, but she plagued his thoughts night and day after that. The feel of her breasts in his hands and the silken glove of her pussy wrapped around his cock - he had had a nearly constant hard-on since that night. He had tried to slake that lust with other girls, but they just weren’t her. Even Pansy’s talents left him wanting. Half way through his last assignation with the pug-faced girl, Hermione’s face popped into his head, and he had nearly moaned her name aloud as Pansy bounced on his cock. That was when he knew he had to get her out of his head. If he had her again, it would be enough, and thoughts of ‘her’ would cease to plague him. He was sure of it.

He had heard someone crying as he passed a girl’s lavatory on the second floor. As Head Boy, he thought it was his duty to at least check on whoever it was. Besides, he had thought to himself, it would give him a chance to deduct points from whatever silly little girl was in there, unless, of course, she was a Slytherin. In that case, he would help her plot her revenge.

He eed ted the room and didn’t immediately see anyone, but then he noticed a ghost hovering outside one of the stalls. The ghost looked over at him and silently glided over to where he stood.

“You aren’t one of the boys that usually comes looking for her, but I would appreciate it if you could get her out of my toilet.”

Draco realized that this must be Moaning Myrtle. He had heard about her haunting the girl’s bathroom.

Draco walked up to the stall and slowly pushed open the painted door. Sitting on the commode was the Head Girl. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her eyes held a sadness he had never seen in another person, but it tugged at his heart nonetheless. He still didn’t know what made him do it, but he stepped inside the stall and gathered the girl in his arms and carried her out. They walked to one end of the bathroom where he slid down the wall to sit on the floor and then pulled Hermione Granger into his lap.

He tenderly dried her tears and softly kissed her. The soft kisses soon turned passionate. He didn’t know who made the first move, but a few moments later she had straddled his hips, and his cock was t wit within her. Their eyes locked as he guided her movements with his hands on her still skirt-clad hips. Their eyes seemed chained together as she rode him, never wavering as their movements became wilder and less controlled. They finally came together, calling one another’s name.

He had held her in his arms for a long time afterwards, silently acknowledging that she needed someone just to be there. He happened to be that one, and that was the first time Draco’s heart began to melt and the walls co carefully built began to crumble.

The next time was during the Christmas holidays. He was spending quite a lot of time with Hermione by that time, and surprisingly, it was not just to fuck her. He genuinely liked spending time with her, whether it was doing their homework in companionable silence or having a heated debate over the plight of the house elves.

He knew he was cutting it close, but he wanted a gift for Hermione that was special. ouldouldn’t stand the thought of giving her the clichéd gift of the little dragon pendant that he tended to give his prospective conquests. No, Hermione was different, but he didn’t know what to give her.

It had gotten uncomfortably close to Christmas when he finally broke down and asked his mother for help. He called her using Professor Snape’s floo. Needless to say, she had been surprised when he asked her opinion.

“Someone special then Draco?’ she asked.

Draco had fallen silent at the question, unsure of how to answer his mother, but being the perceptive woman she was, she whipped away his fears with one sentence.

“As long as it’s anyone other than the Parkinson’s tramp of a daughter, I have no problem with whom you choose to bestow your affections.”

Draco almost took an audible sigh of relief, but years of training caught it before he could expel it.

“It’s Hermione Granger, Mother,” Draco said, almost holding his breath for the recrimination that never came.

“Really?” Narcissa Malfoy sounded surprised, but oddly pleased. “Your Head Girl? You do have excellent taste, Draco. I think I know just the thing. Watch for my owl.” She had finished distractedly and had ended the call without her usual superfluous farewells.

Draco was more than surprised when a few days later, Christmas Eve to be exact, his mother’s owl, Artemis, dropped a package in his lap. He let the owl snatch a piece of bacon fhis his plate and stroked its tawny feathers before it took flight again. He took the package back to his room to open it away from prying eyes, and he was astonished by the gift his mother had chosen.

Sitting on a bed of velvet was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Encased in crystal and set in silver setting that looked faintly Victorian was one of his mother’s miniature Silver Dragon Orchids. That she would sacrifice one of her precious blooms for a gift like this was almost more than Draco could handle. Then he picked up the note his mother had included.

My Dragon,

I do hope that this gift meets with your approval.

I believe that Miss Granger is a wonderful choice for you, and I am very happy that you have found someone that makes you care enough to make her feel special. My only advice is to follow your heart and don’t let your father find out.

Good luck my darling Dragon,
Mother


Draco sat in his room in shocked silence for more than an hour. His mother thought that Hermione was a good choice for him? Had she forgotten that Hermione was a mudbl... a muggleborn? Not that it mattered much to him anymore, but after seventeen years of having the idea shoved down his throat by his father, it surprised him that his mother didn’t believe the same.

Draco returned the necklace to its box and wrapped it carefully in some gay Christmas paper, topping it with a ribbon.

It was nex next day after the delicious Christmas dinner in the great hall that Draco and Hermione met. Draco was actually delighted by the book Hermione gave him; Dark or Light: The Ethics of Magic by Saetan D’Angelline. Draco set the book aside, taking the small box from his robes and placing it in her hands.

Under his watchful gaze, she carefully untied the ribbon and removed the paper with care. It was when she opened the box that Draco became entranced by her expression. The joy and happiness that softened her usually stress tightened face was like ambrosia for him. It was at that
moment he decided that he wanted nothing more than to see her face soft and happy for the rest of his life.

That thought alone scared him. They were very nearly on opposite sides of this damn war. He was expected to take the Dark Mark over the Easter holidays, a sort of birthday present, but that was until Hermione talked Draco into seeing Professor Dumbledore.

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The best Christmas present Hermione ever received was the day Draco came with her to speak with Professor Dumbledore - besides the beautiful pendant Draco had given her that is. Together they had gone to Dumbledore’s office. The wizened man’s eyes twinkled when they told him of their relationship, and Hermione had been unsurprised when the headmaster had asked to talk to Draco alone for a time. When their conversation was over, Draco began gathering information from his father.

If that was the happiest day, then this was her lowest. Hermione knew when the boys had started to drift away from her. At the end of sixth year, Harry and Ron had begun dating. They had tried to include Hermione, but she was just a fifth wheel, and she soon started staying away.

That was when the blind dates started. Harry and Ron tried to set her up with nearly every eligible Hogwarts male save the Slytherins and Professors. Hermione finally had to sit them down in the common room after one particularly painfully boring date with Ernie Macmillan, one of the Hufflepuff sixth year prefects. She almost smiled when she remembered the threats she had hurled at the two if they ever set her up again.

It had been six months since they had spent any real time together, just the three of them, and not just looking for her because of the bloody map. She cursed the day that the real Moody had given it back to Harry just before they left for Hogwarts their fifth year.

Hermione looked up to see Draco enter Myrtle’s bathroom. She looked back down at her hands, and he sat next to her against the wall. They sat in silence for some time until Draco finally broke the silence.

“They are sorry, Hermione.”

“I know they are, Draco,” Hermione said sadly, “They always are.”

“We are sorry, Hermione.”

“It doesn’t excuse us taking you for granted either.”

Hermione looked up sharply. She hadn’t heard Harry and Ron enter the bathroom. She looked from one set of brilliant green eyes to the grey-green of the other. Once again her heart melted. She never could stay mad at them for long.

“Actually, there is something that we wanted to talk to you both about,” Harry began. “Draco, something you said earlier gave me an idea. Just how badly is Voldemort spoiling for a fight? How ready is he for one?”

“According to what father tells me, the Dark Lord would storm the gates tomorrow given the right provocation. As for being ready, he is banking heavily on the ranks of Slytherin to run to his side.”

Harry asked the question that Hermione had been avoiding for months. “Will Slytherin go to his side?”

“Actually, Potter, most of the house sees the Dark Lord as a lost cause, and Slytherins do not fight for lost causes. It is our parents who are the fanatics,” Draco replied.

“What if we gave Voldemort what he wants? We stage a fight, and then you owl Daddy and tell him how you seduced Hermione and how the Golden Trio has fallen apart.” Harry said quietly. “I want to finish this on my terms not his.”

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Hermione sat in front of the vanity, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She smiled in the mirror at her two closest friends. In turn, each leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“We had better go. Draco was having kittens when we nipped up here,” Harry said.

“You look beautiful,” Ron murmured with a hint of sadness touching his voice.

Hermione smiled softly, remembering Ron’s declaration of his love for her just before Voldemort blasted the doors to the great hall open, only to be met with the sixth and seventh year classes of each of all four houses, Ministry Aurors, and the Order of the Phoenix. The fighting was fast and decisive, and losses were taken on both sides. Draco had been forced to take his father’s life as the man prepared to cast the killing curse at Hermione.

Hogwarts lost a total of twenty students in the fighting, and nearly half of them were Slytherin. Both Crabbe and Goyle were gone, taken as they tried to protect Draco. Terry Boot and Susan Bones were also gone, and in the aftermath, Fred Weasley was found at the entrance to Gryffindor tower, giving his life to protect the younger students who were safe inside.

Harry’s plan had worked. Voldemort was defeated, never to return. It had taken the simultaneous casting of the Killing Curse by Harry, Ron, and Hermione to do it, but it was done. The war was finally over.

Today though, three years later, Hermione was getting ready for her wedding day. She stood and smoothed the wrinkles out of the cream colored wedding robes and took one last look in the mirror before leaving the room to become Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know it starts out angsty but I did try to make it fluffy as well. This ship is hard to write without all the lovely angst that tends to go hand in hand with Draco and Hermione being on opposite sides for so long. Thank you to GrrrArrg for helping me get started!!!! Thank you to Snapeaholic for betaing!!!!

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