Behind the Looking Glass

Title: Behind the Looking Glass
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JKRowling owns everything, I make no money, please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Thanks to fab4fang for beta-ing at the last minute and doing so wonderfully. Written for Vashka for the Draco/Hermione fic exchange.
Summary: When Draco shows Hermione the answer to her question, she gets more than she expected.



Draco tipped the small glass back, and let the familiar warmth flow down his throat. He wasn’t drunk, he never was, but after setting the glass down and motioning for a fifth, he was however feeling the effects of the alcohol. He didn’t come here often, maybe twice a month if that. There were times however, when he couldn’t stand to stay at home or at work one more second. Some days, like today, he just needed to get away from it all.

The sun was still high in the sky outside, and the darkness of the bar was lit occasionally as one person or another entered in to drown away their sorrows as well. Draco paid them no heed, as no one he knew ever came in here. He took a pretzel from a near by bowl and swirled it around in the amber liquid sitting in front of him before lifting it to his mouth. The familiar flicker of light came in as the door opened, but rather than the bar plunging back into the dimness, the light stayed.

Draco swallowed and turned his head. Whoever was letting the light in was hesitating in the door, as if wondering whether or not they should enter. Their head turned left and right, obviously looking for someone or something.

"Shut the damn door," a gruff voice commanded, and after jumping slightly, the figure moved away from the entrance, letting the door fall shut behind them. Draco turned his attention back to his drink, having to give his eyes a moment to adjust back before reaching for it.

"Draco?" The voice that came from behind him was feminine and more than a little uncertain sounding.

"That would be me," he replied, turning to meet the voice. It belonged to the last person he would ever expect to meet in there. "Well, well, Hermione Granger. I would have to say this is definitely a surprise. What brings a woman like you to a place like this?" He motioned for the bartender to fix her a drink as well, and leaned back against the bar, looking her over.

She looked like she had just came from work, her clothes nice and neat, and still sharply pressed from the morning. She had tried to tame her wild mane by pulling it into some complicated up-do, but it still disobeyed as there were several loose tendrils that fell out. Her jewelry was simple, one gold chain around her neck, and one plain gold band encircling her left ring finger. It was her face however that gave Draco the clue something was wrong. Her mascara was smeared, small black trails leading down her cheeks. Through the powder and whatever else women caked on their faces, her nose and cheeks were red. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her why she had been crying, but after a small shrug, he decided, that frankly, he didn’t really care.

"No thank you," she said to the bartender refusing the drink, and then slid onto the stool beside him, “I know this goes against everything inside you, but please tell me.

"Have you seen Ron?" She absently turned the ring on her finger as she spoke, a nervous habit Draco assumed.

He thought for a moment before answering her. "As a matter of fact I have."

Hermione turned to face him, her eyes widening, "Really, you have?"

Draco chuckled, "Odd thing there, ask me a question, then act surprised when I know the answer."

"Where is he then? He was supposed to stay home all day today. I was expecting a package from the ministry, and someone had to sign it and I couldn’t get off work to get it," she stopped abruptly, realizing she has offered more information than she was really willing to give. "Well, needless to say, he wasn’t where I expected him to be.
So..." She trailed off expectantly awaiting an answer.

"I’m sure you don’t really want to know."

She was growing impatient, Draco could clearly see that. But she wanted the information that he had, and besides, he enjoyed toying with her.

"If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked."

"No. I’m sure you want to know where he is right now, but after I tell you, you are going to wish you didn’t. Hadn’t. Something to the like that."

Her eyes were on his, staring at him, trying unsuccessfully to see inside him, "What?"

Draco sighed and finished the last of his drink. "Come on, I’ll show you, you won’t believe me anyways," he stood up and pulled his cloak on, fastening it in front of his chest and held his hand out to her. She eyed it warily. "Still don’t trust me. Have it your way then," he pulled some money out of his cloak pocket and tossed it onto the bar by his empty glass, "Have a good one Gordon."

"Wait."

Draco smiled to himself. She had let him get to the door before calling for him to stop.

"Where are we going?" She said coming up beside him, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Consider it a surprise," he held the door for her, but as soon as it fell shut behind them, he grabbed her around the waist and apparated them away from the bar. A few seconds later when they reached their destination and Draco’s arm left from around her waist, Hermione promptly turned around and shoved him in the chest, "I am perfectly capable of apparating by myself."

"I am quite aware of that," He said, unhooking then shrugging off the cloak, "Here, give me yours," he said laying his across a table. Hermione stared at him, arms crossed across her chest. "It gets hot where we are going, now quit being so stubborn and give me your cloak." She finally relented, and he laid hers atop his.

"Where are we?" She asked, looking around, trying to place herself by her surroundings. He could almost see the gears turning in her mind as she started registering the significance of the objects adorning the room. She picked up a small silver statue of the crest of Slytherin, and turned it over in her hands, "This is your house," It wasn’t a question, rather a statement since she was sure of the answer.

"Yes, Malfoy Manor," he said crossing the room to a large tapestry hanging on the wall. "Come on," he said beckoning for her to follow.

She did so, though her steps faltered slightly. She was unsure of the situation, Draco could see that plainly. She began twisting the ring again, and Draco was positive now she was nervous, "Why did you have to bring me here to tell me where Ron is?" She asked.

Draco gave her a sad smile and pulled the tapestry to the side. Pulling his wand from his pocket, he traced an outline of a door, said a short incantation, and the section of the wall previously covered slowly creaked open. "Come on," he waited for her to step into the darkened hall, then let the door shut behind them, "Don’t be scared of me," he told her softly, "I am the last thing you need to be afraid of right now." He took her hand and lighting the end of his wand started down the hall.

Her hand was stiff and unyielding in his hand, but she followed him regardless, "You better not be playing games with me, Malfoy." She said through clenched teeth. When he stopped suddenly, she ran into him from behind. "Sorry," she mumbled tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Now are you going to tell me?"

"He’s here, in my house."

Hermione’s hands were perched atop her hips, "Draco, be serious. What would my husband be doing at your house?"

Draco once again pointed his wand at the wall, and this time, an area the size of a large window shimmered slightly, and the view of another room came to their eyes.

"My wife," He answered. He stepped back and leaned against the far stone wall, and gave her a minute to let the scene before her sink in.

She didn’t have to look for anything, everything she needed to see what right in front of her eyes. She placed her hands against the wall, the feel of its coolness similar to glass. In the middle of the room, on a large plush rug in front of the fireplace was a couple. Hermione’s husband was laid out on the floor, his freckled body completely nude, "I’ll kill her," she whispered.

"Why kill Pansy?" Draco asked pushing himself off the wall, "Ron is the one who comes to her. Oh yes, Hermione, he comes at least once a week. And every week, she climbs a top him and rides him until they are both exhausted."

Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene. Pansy’s pudgy little body was rocking back and forth on top of Ron. His hands were grasping her hips, helping her rock faster. Every so often they would move up and cup her breasts, fondling them for a moment before moving back down, "How long have you known about this?" She asked.

Draco took a strand of her hair between her fingers and twirled it slightly, lifting it up and breathing in her scent. Her hair smelled of apple shampoo and hair spray, "at least a year."

Hermione bowed her head for a moment, "we’ve only been married seven months. He was doing this before he even proposed," She looked back up. "Why didn’t you tell me? Why do you put up with it?" She spun around and looked at him accusingly.

"I assumed you knew," he answered, leaning against the clear wall.

"You thought I knew?" She repeated, her voice rising with anger and disbelief. She closed her mouth and peered around him.

"Don’t worry, they can’t see or hear us," he said to her unasked question, "my marriage to Pansy is one of convenience. After the war I wasn’t very welcome on either side. My family and their friends didn’t know what to think of me because I helped your bastard friend in the end. My mother and Pansy’s father came to the conclusion that our union would give the Parkinson’s a better chance with Voldemort gone. The fact that I was married to her made me look less treacherous on that side of the world," he shrugged. "There is no love there, never has been. I let her have her jollies with Ron for the simple fact that if she has him, she leaves me alone. I’m sorry I assumed you were doing the same thing."

"Well you were wrong, Draco," she said standing beside him, unable to tear herself away from the scene playing out before her, "how do I know this isn’t an illusion, that you’re not just tricking me?"

"What would I gain by showing you this? Granted if Ron was with anyone besides my wife, I would see your point. Please, Hermione, give me a little credit," he turned so he was once again standing behind her, resting a hand on either side of her neck, massaging the tenseness in her shoulders as he did so. "As terrible as this is to you, don’t you have to admit to yourself, that it turns you on slightly."

"Never," She whispered.

"Oh I think it does. But, just like me, you’re denying it to yourself. Perhaps you think it’s dirty to like it. To see your husband with another woman goes against everything you’ve ever wanted. Your mind doesn’t want to see it, but your body is reacting. I can see it, and if you would let yourself, you would see it too."

"There is nothing to see," she retorted, but her voice shook slightly.

Draco moved one of his hands down the edge of her back. Slipping under her arm, and just as Ron’s reached up to Pansy, Draco took Hermione’s breast in his hand. She flinched, but as she started to pull away, he took her erect nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed gently. "Don’t fight it," her murmured to her encircling her waist and pulling her back against him. He was hard, and he knew she could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks.

"Stop it," she whimpered, but didn’t try to pull away again, "this is wrong in so many ways."

"Revenge is always sweet not wrong," he told her, taking her earlobe between his teeth. He moved his hand from her breast, trailing his fingers in small circles on her abdomen before slipping them beneath the band on her skirt. "Silk," he stated, as his fingers met the fabric of her undergarments. "Ron isn’t worthy enough for you. Surely you see this now," he dipped his fingers lower, feeling the soft curls below. Hermione moved slightly, sliding her feet apart, giving him better access to his explorations. "Did you move like that for him?" He asked as they watched Pansy’s nude body rocking back and forth almost violently atop Ron.

"No," Hermione breathed. She took a sharp breath in as Draco’s finger slid between her, finding her wet and aroused. "I shouldn’t be doing this," she said, placing her hand over his. Instead of pulling him away, she pushed them down further, moving in time with him.

"Would you move that way for me?"

She didn’t answer, he hadn’t expected her to. She reached up behind her, her fingers tangling in his hair, fighting the desire to pull it. He smiled; he had to admit he had always pictured her as the feisty type. He pulled his fingers from her, sliding them from within her knickers. He reached down and took the edge of her skirt in his hand. He pulled it up, and with his free hand jerked her knickers down. Her ass was full and round, curving just the right amount. He held her skirt up and fumbled with the opening to his trousers. Within moments, he had freed his erection, and in one swift move plunged deep inside her.

She cried out, both hands bracing her own self against the wall. She spread her legs further, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. He grabbed her hips, determined to control the situation. He slowed his movements, gripping her hips tighter to slow her down. He slid out slowly, pulling back far enough he could see her wetness glistening on his cock. He pushed in slowly, watching as her body enveloped him. He pulled out again slower, relishing the sensation of sliding back into her tightness.

She clenched her muscles together, trying to keep him in, "please, don’t stop."

"I wouldn’t dream of it," he said, ramming into her harder. He tried to keep his pace steady, but every so often she would cry out his name or moan deeply, and he would ram his cock in harder and faster. She tilted her head back, her fingers in her own hair, clutching it, trying desperately to gain control of her body.

They were both covered with sweat, small beads of it forming and running down into the small of Hermione’s back. Her smell was invading his senses, and he had to fight to keep control of his own desires. Hermione was no longer watching the pair in the room before them. Her eyes were closed, fluttering open only when he pushed in a little too far or hard. Draco didn’t care about Ron or Pansy either. He bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge to slap Hermione’s ass as he fucked her.

"I’m... about... to..." Hermione panted, her breath coming in sporadic bursts, and he felt her pussy begin to quiver against his cock. He was in control. He loved it. He smiled to himself; Hermione didn’t know what she had gotten herself into. He could go all night.

However, when Hermione’s hand dropped down between her legs, and she wrapped her fingers around his cock as he plunged into her, it took only mere seconds before his release intertwined with hers. He paused for a moment, letting himself go soft before pulling out of her body. He let go of her skirt, and she stood, straightening it and her knickers in the process. "Draco, I..." She started.

He lifted his finger, placing it gently upon her lips. "Shhh, there is nothing to say. I will speak of this to no one, but in time, you will come back to me," he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, kissing her more softly and tenderly than even he had thought possible. He pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up to keep her eyes on his. "I can give you anything you want. I can shower you with diamonds, emeralds, the finest of robes, a library full of books. Anything your heart desires," he kissed her once more before letting her pull away, "until then, I will be waiting."

She looked back into the other room. They weren’t done, merely moving to a new position. She met Draco’s eyes once more, and opened her mouth to speak...

"Draco. Draco, did you hear me?" Hermione asked, placing her hand on Draco’s arm and shaking him slightly.

Draco blinked, clearing the thoughts that were searing through his mind, "I’m sorry what did you say?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"I asked you if you happened to know where Ron was," she looked at him curiously. "Are you okay? You looked miles away there for a second."

"I’m fine." He stood and pulled some money from his pocket to pay for his drinks. "And as a matter of fact I do," He held his hand out to hers, "come with me."

The end.

Three things she wanted her fic to include:
1. Post-Hogwarts
2. Ron/Pansy
3. Diamonds
Three things she did not want her fic to include:
1. SexGod!Draco
2. Bimbo!Hermione
3. Sap