Happy Birthday Hermione

Clothes hit the suitcase unceremoniously as she packed the last of his things. After ten years of marriage to Ronald Weasley, she was left with nothing but a silent flat and a slightly haunted look in her eyes.

“Ron?”

“Yes baby that’s it.” She heard him moan and rolled her eyes, he was always wanking off to Play Wizard and she didn’t think he would ever grow up.

Instead of calling out to him again she changed quickly into her jogging pants and pushed open the door to their bedroom, thinking she would see Ron bent over the magazine she was shocked to find him being ridden by a very naked and very bouncy Lavender Brown.

“Fuck your tits are great Lav, Mione never let’s me touch hers when we fuck.”

“She’s- uh- a frigid- bitch Ron. Gods yes RON!” She screeched and the muscles in her back tightened as Ron roared through his climax.

“Fuck you’re always better than Hermione.”

“Love you Ron.” She whispered and collapsed on his chest.

“I love you Lav.” His freckled hands stroked down her sweaty back and when he moved slightly to roll her over he gasped in shock.

“I think it’s time you and Lav left my house don’t you?” Hermione spat coldly.

“Fuck Mione! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Well it looks to me like you’re fucking Lavender Brown in our bed and agreeing with her when she says I’m a frigid bitch. Funny you weren’t saying that last night when we made love.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek and Hermione wasn’t sure if it was from her failed marriage, the loss of her Ron or ten wasted years.

With a loud sigh she put the suitcases outside the door and changed the wards to their former home and apparated to work.

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“Granger you got that report- what the fuck are you doing?”

Hermione drank down another glass of the amber fire whiskey and laughed gaily as Draco slammed her door shut and leaned against her desk

“I’m drinking fire whiskey, care to join me?” She held out and empty glass and he shrugged his shoulders and poured himself two fingers.

“What’s going on with you Granger, you’ve been acting weird all week.” He said wit a grin and threw back the glass of whiskey. “Well only a little weirder than normal.”

She gave him a lopsided grin and stood up unsteadily. “Do you know Malfoy that I am turning thirty on Friday?” When he shook his head she poured herself another drink and threw it back. “Did you also know that I have been married for ten years, and on Monday I came home to find my wonderful husband fucking Lavender Brown in our bed.”

Draco’s eyes widened as Hermione chugged back another glass of whiskey, her eyes were glassy and bloodshot and she stumbled across the room to rest her forehead against the cool glass of the window.

“Did you know that I fucked Blaise Zabini during the war Draco?” The soft use of his first name did not go unnoticed by the elegant pureblood and he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hmm yes he might have told me something about that.”

“Tell me what he said about me?” She asked softly and entwined her fingers with his as they splayed across her belly.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Mmm yes,” She replied and released one of his hands to drink directly from the bottle. “Wait! Only if it was nice.”

Draco chuckled against her hair and took the bottle from her hands so he could take a long drink. “I believe his exact words were, ‘That Mudblood has the tightest cunt I have ever felt, she sucks like a pro and fucks like an animal’ give or take a couple of words.”

“Did he ever say I was frigid?”

“What the fuck?”

He felt her sigh heavily and handed back the almost empty bottle of fire whiskey.

“Granger, did Weasley say you were frigid?”

“Actually it was his little whore Lavender.” She replied bitterly and swallowed the rest of the whiskey in one go.
“You listen to that filth Brown?”

“I actually think it’s me Draco,” She whined. “I can never feel anything during sex it’s like there’s nothing there. I get more friction out of my pinky finger.”

Draco threw his head back and laughed uproariously. “Fuck Granger, and you think that’s because of you?”

“Well I don’t know, Ron is enthusiastic enough I suppose, but its abit like thrust thrust ohhhhh Mione! Then he’s asleep and I have come dripping out of me when I can’t even remember him getting inside.”

Draco was holding his sides as tears streamed down his cheeks from the loud guffaws.

“Weasley has a tiny cock?”

Hermione held up her fingers about 5 cm’s apart then shook her head and made it 4 cm’s apart. “That’s about right.”

“Soft?” Draco asked shocked and when Hermione shook her head he fell to his knees roaring with laughter.

“When he isn’t aroused it’s like there is nothing there at all.”

“I think you’ve been at this pity party long enough Granger, come out with me tomorrow. I’m attending the opening a new club and I need a hot date, think you’re up for abit of socializing?”

“I don’t think I should Draco.” She said softly and turned in his arms, her hands trailed down his buttons and played with his name badge idly as he huffed impatiently.

“Trust me Granger, there will be no filth at the club I promise you. No Weasley’s and certainly no Brown. Stinking little whore worked her way through Slytherin in seventh year and she won’t be allowed at a place where I will be.”

“I’ll need a new dress.”

Draco ran his hands along her hips and pulled her tightly against him. “You’ve got such a hot body, Granger. Pity to hide in under all these robes, meet me after work in the atrium I’ve got just the thing in mind.”

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“What brings you to the Ministry father?” Draco said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe of his office.

“Can’t a Father visit his son, at his place of work.” Lucius replied with a sneer and ran his gloved finger along the dusty bookshelf. “Don’t you have help?”

“Granger,” Draco said with a smirk and waited for his Father’s reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. Only someone familiar with Lucius Malfoy would have seen the almost imperceptible twitch in his cheek and the stiffening of his shoulders.

“And where is the delightful little mud- Muggleborn?”

Draco chuckled and took his seat again at his desk while his father cast a wandless scourgify on the visitors chair and sat down elegantly.

“She’s in her office, nursing a hang over.”

“Miss Granger came to work hungover?” Lucius tried to sound disinterested but failed miserably.

“Hardly, she got drunk at work.”

“And she still has her job?” Lucius said as he picked an invisible piece of lint off his coat.

“I thought I could give her abit of leeway, Father. She is one of the best employees at the Ministry plus wouldn’t you drink if you found your filthy husband fucking a whore in your bed?”

“The blood traitor cheated on Granger?”

“He did yes.” Draco tried to act casual but knew his Father was itching for more information. It was no secret in their family that Lucius had an unusual infatuation with Hermione Granger since her second year at Hogwarts. He had instructed Draco to keep a very close watch on the Mudblood, digging for information in every letter he sent his 12-year-old son at Hogwarts.

“Interesting.” Lucius drawled and leaned back in his chair, no longer caring that it could be filthy.

“I’m taking her out after work this afternoon, going to tart her up for the opening of Weave a little Dream, that new club in Diagon Alley.”

“Well she will certainly turn heads with a Malfoy on her arm.”

“I think she will turn heads with or without me Father. She has quite the luscious little body.”

“You touched her Draco?” Lucius drawled coldly causing Draco’s hairs to stand on end.

“Er, well you see, she was needing abit of comfort,” He stuttered as his father stood and picked up his cane that was leaning against the desk.

“I am sure she will not be needing anymore comfort from you son?” He glared down at Draco with piercing grey eyes.

“Of course not father.” Even as a thirty year old grown wizard his father still could reduce him to a bumbling ten year old just with a single look.

“You are taking her out this afternoon?”

“The opening falls on her birthday, I’m going to treat her to a new dress and some shoes for the party.”

Lucius reached into his cloak pocket and dropped a small piece of plastic the size of a credit card on the table. “Buy her whatever you think she needs, and whatever she doesn’t need.”

“Father that’s your vault card!”

“I am not stupid boy!” Lucius snarled and buttoned up his cloak. “Whatever she desires, is hers.”

Draco smirked. “Whatever you say.”


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“Granger you’re looking delightfully frumpy this afternoon.”

“Shut up Ferret.” She snapped and tugged at her lopsided blouse that had a large ink stain on the front.

“Spill some ink?”

She looked down and her eyes widened in horror. “Shit! I’ve been getting strange looks all day, nobody said anything!”

Draco snickered and held out his arm for her to take; at her sceptical look he rolled his eyes dramatically. “For Merlin’s sake Granger, don’t you think we’ve grown past all this?”

She sighed and nodded. “Old habits?” She offered and took his arm gratefully.

“Old habits indeed love.” He whispered and gave her hand a squeeze.

“Where are we off to then?” Hermione asked as they made their way to the apparition point, she was feeling quite self conscious as dozens of jealous glares were sent her way for being on the arm of the most eligible bachelor in Britain, he even beat Harry out for the position.

“Diagon Alley.” He said and winked at a rather beautiful witch who was giving him a sultry look.

“Do you mind flirting with your whores later Malfoy?”

He snorted and pulled her against his body, his spicy scent invaded her nostrils and she breathed in deeply. “They aren’t whores Granger just because they know a good thing when they see it.”

“No you make them whores, when you fuck them and leave them.”

“They are the ones that keep coming back, and if you ever had a taste of me Granger you’d be begging me for more.”

It was Hermione’s turn to snort as they apparated away. “I would never touch that-“ She paused and looked down at his crotch. “Thing of yours Malfoy. I have much better taste than that.”

“Hmm and here I was thinking you always had a taste for the Malfoy wizards, or perhaps it’s just the older variety that gets your broom racing?”

Hermione inhaled sharply and felt a heated flush creep up her cheeks. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” She said softly.

Draco laughed deeply and slung his arms over her shoulders. “I was pretty observant during the war Granger, I saw those looks you’d give my Father when you thought no one was looking. When that filth would kiss you, your eyes always found my Fathers in the room. Did you want him to be kissing you?”

“Draco, you’re talking nonsense.”

“We’re going in here,” He ignored her response but kept a smirk plastered firmly on his full lips as he pointed to an exclusive witch boutique in the gold section of Diagon Alley.

“Draco!” Hermione hissed. “I can’t afford to shop in there.”

“Shut up Mudblood, you’re embarrassing me. For such a smart witch you are extraordinarily stupid sometimes.”

Hermione stomped her foot angrily and gave his arm a hard pinch. “Stop calling me Mudblood, Ferret and I might be abit more agreeable.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his shoulder length blond locks. “There is a charm,” He indicated a small break in the cobbled stones that was glowing red. “If you don’t carry a Gringotts Vault card you won’t even make it through the barrier.”

True to his word, Hermione watched in fascination as a young teenage witch tried to come through to the Gold section and was abruptly thrown back on her arse.

“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed that before!”

“Most people know they can’t afford to shop here so don’t bother. Come on Mud-Granger. Let’s do some serious damage to my vault!”

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Lucius watched from the shadows with a devious smirk on his face as Draco hauled Hermione into The Wicked Witch, the premier boutique for rich witches, he had already owled ahead with details on what should be offered to Hermione and knew that the right amount of Galleons would guarantee him satisfaction. He had waited too long for this delicious little witch to fall into his lap and now she was inches away all he had to do was push and she would be his.

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“Gods it’s beautiful.” Hermione ran her hand down the fabric and smiled, as it seemed to shimmer against her skin.

“Not that colour,” Draco barked. “Put her in blue.”

“Blue Sir?”

“Don’t question me, the same dress but in blue.” He clapped his hands smartly. “Get to it!”

“It is fairy silk Madam, spun from the wild willow fairies of Wales.”

“It’s gorgeous and the blue is, well it’s breathtaking.”

“You suit blue wonderfully Madam. Now what shoes would you like?”

“Those ones!” Draco pulled a pair of strappy silver heals from the shelf and thrust them at Hermione who pulled them on and teetered nervously.

“They are abit high?”

“They’re perfect, she’ll take them.”

Hermione looked for the price tag on the dress and the shoes but found none when she went to ask a sharp scolding from Draco stopped her. “Proper witches do not need to ask for the price Granger, they know galleons have no meaning when buying a beautiful dress.”

“Thank you for this Draco.” She said softly as the salesgirl handed over her parcels.

“Send them to Malfoy Manor please.” He told the salesgirl who nodded politely but couldn’t help the intense gleam that invaded her eyes.

“Is Gilberts open today?”

“For you Mister Malfoy they would open any time of the day.”

“Come on Granger, I don’t want to be doing this all night.”

“Where to now?”

“You need some jewels to make you look hot.”

“Jewels?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yes I admit it will take more than jewels to make you look acceptable but it’s a good start.”

“Why did you have my clothes sent to your home?”

“I sent them to my father’s home, Granger and that’s where you will be getting ready tomorrow.”

“But I want-“

“My stylist will be there Granger, as will my hairdresser and your makeup witch. Just be quiet?”

“Sorry.” She mumbled and scurried after him into the next shop ‘Gilberts’ which had beautiful diamonds sparking in the window, the shopkeeper who was moving a display nearly fell off his ladder when he saw who had entered his shop.

“Master Gilbert.” Draco greeted him and held out his hand that the elderly shopkeeper shook enthusiastically.

“Young Draco, how are you this fine afternoon?”

“I am well Master Gilbert, however I am here on an specific agenda.” He inclined his head to Hermione who was fingering a large diamond statue at the front of the store.

“Ahhh a beautiful young witch after a few minor adjustments?” Master Gilbert said with an amused smile. “For you young Draco?”

Draco shook his head and replied in a low voice so only the jeweller could hear him. “Father has his eye on this one, although she hasn’t a clue. Which will make it all the more amusing for me.”

“Your father always did have impeccable taste.” Gilbert said with an air of respect. “What would the young lady desire?”

“Anything.” Draco slid the vault card across the bench and Gilbert’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as the galleon signs chinked in his eyes.

“Granger, get your arse up here!”

“Hello,” She greeted Gilbert with a brilliant smile that lit up her whole face.

“Hello Miss Granger was it?” When she nodded he picked up her hand and kissed the back of it softly. “Potter’s friend?”

She closed her eyes and grimaced. “Yes.”

“I do apologise Madam, I am sure you wish to be known for you own achievements, perhaps helping to destroy the Dark Lord is a more respectable way to remember you?”

She smiled brightly and nodded. “And you Master Gilbert are an artist, your jewellery is renowned for being the best and the most exquisite in the Wizarding world.”

His wrinkled face blushed causing Hermione to give him a pat on the shoulder. “Do not be embarrassed Sir, you should be proud of your brilliant art, I’ve always dreamt of owning something from your boutique and was insanely jealous of anyone who wore it.”

“Madam your flattery will get you everywhere.” He said with a grin and led her over to the large display case at the front of the store. “Pick something my dear, a beautiful diamond for a beautiful witch.”

It was Hermione’s turn to blush and Draco who had been watching the scene intently grinned widely at the way Hermione had managed to sweet talk such a hard wizard, he wasn’t kind to anyone, no matter how many galleons you had in your vault. Granger had managed to reduce the jeweller to a blushing mass of kindness.

“My dress is a electric blue with silver threads, it’s just gorgeous.”

“Blue you say?” He said thoughtfully and ran his wand over the display case. “I have just the thing.”

He put his hand in the case and slowly pulled out the largest and clearest diamond Hermione had ever seen; with a whispered charm it glowed brightly and turned electric blue.

“The ever changing diamond,” He told her. “May I call you Hermione?”

“Certainly Master Gilbert.”

“Ahh my dear if I am taking liberties then you are certainly allowed them also, my name is Samuel.”

Thank you Samuel.” Hermione said softly and lifted her tangled curls off her shoulders so he could put the diamond around her neck.

“The ever changing diamond, Hermione. Measuring eight centimetres and weighing two point five carats it is the most sought after diamond in the Wizarding world, and the most expensive.”

“Draco?”

Draco sauntered over to the pair, making sure to give Gilbert a disapproving glare. Never in their family’s relationship with the old Wizard had he ever given them approval to use his first name and here was Granger five minutes in the store with the most expensive diamond known to wizards and using the artists first name.

“It looks fine.” Draco said with a smirk.

“It’s yours my dear girl as long as you tell the Prophet where you procured it from.”

“Mine?” She asked in shock.

“It was meant for you.” Samuel said with a grin and placed a withered hand over the diamond as it changed colour to pink. “It changes colour according to your demands.”

“Send a matching set of earrings and that ring on the counter to Malfoy Manor.”

“Very well Mister Malfoy,” He turned back to Hermione and kissed both her cheeks.
“Until we meet again.”


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“Draco!” Hermione tugged on the sleeve of his robes, he looked down at her and rolled his eyes before pulling her into a dark alley way a few metres away from the new club he was helping to open.

“What is it this time Granger?” He asked impatiently and smoothed out the wrinkle she made in his robe.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Dammit Mudblood you are starting to get on my nerves!” He pushed her quickly so her back hit the cold stonewall and looked down at her with a devious gleam in his eye. “What happened to the confident little witch I went to Hogwarts with, the one who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, the one who would slap people for being rude about her friends? Fuck Granger you used to be a firecracker, now you’re just this meek witch who runs around in frumpy clothes looking at best like a Muggle bag lady.”

She glared up at him angrily and he finally saw the spark in her eye that had been missing for so many years. “Fuck you Ferret,” She spat and pushed at his chest. When he smirked down at her she decided to up the ante and prove there was still some of the old Hermione Granger in there somewhere. With a lazy wink she moved her leg up slowly between Draco’s, rubbing her knee along the seam of his crotch.

“Granger, what the fuck are you doing?” He whispered hoarsely as her small hands ran along his chest and her thigh rubbed deliciously against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Reminding you who’s in charge.” She purred in his ear then with a powerful shove he landed on his arse and watched in shock and unwanted arousal as she stalked to the end of the alleyway and looked back at him with a naughty grin on her face. “Come on Ferret the club won’t be open all night!”

“How the fuck did she do that?” He asked dazedly from the floor then scrambled to his feet to chase after the ballsy Muggleborn witch.

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“Mister Malfoy Mister Malfoy!” The wizard paparazzi screamed and bulbs flashed as he stood there smirking at the gathered crowd.

“Who are you wearing Mister Malfoy?”

“Roberta Gillanti.” He said and opened his cloak slowly to reveal his white silk shirt.

“Who is your date Mister Malfoy?”

He grinned again and entwined his fingers with Hermione’s; he brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle slowly and deliberately as the cameras went off.

“Why this is Hermione Granger.” He all but purred and wrapped his arms around her shoulders to bring her close to him.

“Harry Potter’s best friend!” Someone shouted and a fresh wave of flashes went off around the pair as Draco spun her around for the cameras, her beautiful dress swished in the air, giving the crowd a delicious view of her tanned and toned thighs.

“Where is your husband Miss Granger?” Another voice shouted and Hermione knew by the whiny lilt it was Rita Skeeter.

“My husband prefers the company of another witch, we decided to go our separate ways. Draco kindly asked me out tonight for my birthday.” She looked up at him with a tender smile playing on her lips and slowly ran her hand up his chest.

“Playing it up for the cameras Granger?” He murmured and leaned down to cup her face, much to the excitement of the reporters.

“Want to give Ron something to think about, he’s always been jealous of your family. I hope he sees this while he’s fucking that filthy witch Brown.”

“Vindictive Granger? I like it,” He drawled and ran his thumb along her jaw and leaned down to kiss her cheek softly.

“Of course I couldn’t let such a beautiful witch be alone on her birthday, spending so many years with Weasley would dull any party girl.” Draco addressed the crowd, smirking deviously.


“Malfoy.” A cold voice drawled behind him, recognising the slight accent he turned around with a wicked grin on his face as the wizard looked over his date with obvious interest.

“How are you Blaise, you remember Hermione?” He placed his hand at the small of her back in a possessive nature that had Blaise’s blood boiling.

“How could I ever forget such a delectable little witch?” He tugged her hand from Malfoy’s and slowly kissed the back of her hand then up to her wrist, his full dark lips caressing her soft skin and when the tip of his tongue darted out to lick her pulse point she let out a small mewling sound and almost jumped into his arms.

“Yes well this delectable little witch is my date tonight, Zabini.” He spat and swatted at Blaise’s hand as it come out to touch her diamond.

“Ever changing diamond Granger? You must have friends in high places.” His fingers ran across her skin and to her shoulder. “Get sick of Malfoy here, come and find me, I am sure now that you’re unattached we can get reacquainted.”

“I’m sure if Draco bores me then you will be the first wizard I find, Blaise.” She said back softly and couldn’t stop the pink flush that swept her cheeks at his heated gaze.

“Come on Granger let’s get drinking!”

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After five drinks of what Draco called Sea Charm she was well on her way to becoming completely smashed, she had lost sight of her escort over an hour before and had been standing in a dark corner slowly sipping a fresh drink that had appeared in her hand.

She didn’t mind so much being left alone, it gave her time to watch the crowds and check out this club that was so hard to get into.

Called Weave a little Dream it was going to be the spot where all the high society witches and wizards flocked. It had an air of sophistication about it, starting with the long red carpet outside its doors to the high-class witch taking peoples coats. From the exterior it just looked a regular shop, the windows were blacked out and a tiny sign saying ‘open’ hung from the small entryway. Of course the interior was that of gods, black velvet booths with built in privacy charms, low seductive lighting, a long bar made of ice but was warm to the touch, a large dance floor that was lit from below and a small stage which Hermione surmised was for performances. All in all it was a beautiful place where you could get meals and drinks, sit with your friends and chat or dance the night away.

“Hermione,” A voice purred in her ear, startling her out of the perusal of the club.

“Blaise!”

“You lied to me Cara,” He ran a long dark finger along her chest and down her arm, grinning when she shivered under his ministrations.

“How did I lie?” She rasped out and licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Mmm, you said you would come and find me should Draco prove to be a bore. And I don’t see him anywhere do you?” He made a show of looking around before taking her hand in his and kissing her palm slowly.

“No,” She swallowed thickly as the handsome Italian poured out all his best moves in an effort to seduce her.

“Weasley was a fool,” He whispered and pulled her body against his. “Dance with me Hermione?”

“I would love to,” She replied and squeaked in surprise when Blaise spun her around on the spot before bringing her flush against his chest. “Here?”

“Why not,” He said with a handsome smile. “We can hear the music, nobody will disturb us, and it’s secluded.” His pink tongue darted out to lick his full sensual lips and Hermione let out a small moan, she was thinking back to a time when those lips did wicked things between her thighs and judging by his darkened blue eyes Blaise was thinking the same.

“So beautiful,” He whispered as they danced slowly around the small raised platform at the back of the club. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to get you alone again?”

“Obviously not long enough Mister Zabini,” Came a cold and furious voice behind them.

Hermione recognised the voice instantly and felt her blood freeze in fear, Blaise was looking over her shoulder the previous arousal shining in his eyes was now replaced with anger.

“Lord Malfoy, to what do we owe this pleasure?” Blaise’s pleasant expression was betrayed by the venomous glare in his eyes.

“My son asked me to make sure his date had not fallen by the way side.”

“I assure you Lord Malfoy, Hermione is just fine here with me.”

She felt something cool on her shoulder and looked down to see his trademark snakehead cane resting on her skin, with a quick look backwards she saw the smouldering grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy watching her intently.

“Miss Granger, my son requests your presence at his table.”

She untangled herself from Blaise’s arms and sent him an apologetic smile. “Maybe later Blaise?”

“I will count on it Cara,” As he leaned in to kiss her hand she was pulled forward by the gloved hand of Lucius Malfoy.

“Goodnight Mister Zabini.” He smirked down at Blaise over Hermione’s head and left the fuming Italian in the dark corner as they made their way across the club.

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“This isn’t exactly somewhere I thought I would see you Lord Malfoy.” She said softly as he led her towards a set of darkened lounges in the corner of the club.

“Normally I wouldn’t attend an event such as this.” He looked around somewhat distastefully and helped her to sit on a small leather couch that felt cool and soft to her skin.

“Yet you’re here?”

He looked down at her, smirking as she watched gaping as he removed his leather gloves finger by finger, revealing long pale fingers and a large green crested ring on his middle finger that Hermione assumed was the Malfoy family ring. He looked so regal and imposing she half expected the crowd to fall to their knees and kiss the ring adorning his elegant hand.

He leaned his cane against the arm of the chair and sunk down next to her, with a click of his fingers that Hermione could not stop staring at, his gloves had disappeared and a tray of red sparkling drinks and Hors d’œuvre appeared levitating in front of them.

He handed her a cool glass of red liquid and she looked at it curiously. “It isn’t poisoned Miss Granger,” He drawled and as if making a point he took a drink of his own. “Elderberry Wine, the drink of kings. I am sure Draco has been plying you with some Muggle concoction, a witch of your calibre should be drinking something more refined.”

She smiled and took a sip of the wine, savouring the exotic fruity taste. “It’s divine Lord Malfoy.” She said quietly.

“Yes it is,” He responded but was looking directly into her eyes and not at the wine. “Would you like something to eat, Miss Granger?”

“Hermione,” She said without answering his question. “I’ve known you since I was 12 Lord Malfoy I think we’ve gone past polite formalities.”

He picked up a grape between his fingers and slowly pressed it between his lips, his long tongue coming out to lick a drop of moisture off his finger and leaned forward to pick up another piece of the fruit.

“Hermione,” He said softly and pressed the grape to her lips, smiling when they parted instantly and the end of her tongue ghosted over his fingertips. “Then I must insist you call me Lucius.” He said deeply.

The sound of her name on his cupid bow lips sent jolts of pleasure down to her core and it took all her willpower not to suck his long soft fingers into her mouth when he pressed the small fruit to her lips.

Hermione took another sip of her wine and swallowed thickly as Lucius’ eyes never wavered from hers, no words were needed as she picked up a small strawberry and cocked her head to the side, enjoying the game they were playing. He leaned forward and took the whole strawberry in his mouth, making sure to envelope the tips of her fingers in his hot mouth as he did so.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue licked the strawberry juices off her fingers before chewing the small piece of fruit.

“Lucius,” She moaned softly as he picked up her fingers and sucked them slowly into his mouth. “What is going on here?”

He released her finger and stared down at her with desire flashing in his darkened grey eyes. “Doing what I should have years ago Hermione.”

“And what is that?” She said softly and moved closer to him so her breasts were pressing against his arm. His soft fingers reached out and traced along her jaw before dipping down to her chest and encircling her diamond.

“You should have been mine Miss Granger, all those years ago on the battlefield. I felt you responding to me, those delicious little moans as we were pressed together against the tree. Do you remember?”

“I remember,” She said huskily as his hand dipped down underneath the top of her dress and caressed the swell of her breast. “You were so noble and you looked after me.”

He let out an inelegant snort and encompassed her full breast in his hand, his palm massaging her nipple in lazy circles. She let out another moan and this time it was louder and shot straight to his groin.

“Did you think I protected you out of nobility?” He gave her nipple a hard pinch and smirked when she yelped and tried to pull away. “Do not move away from me Hermione.” He drawled and grabbed her arm so he could pull her onto his lap, despite her alarmed face she did not protest and went willingly onto his lap, her small hands braced herself against his chest as his cupped her arse.

“I had assumed you were doing the right thing.” She said with confusion.

He chuckled deeply and gave her arse a squeeze. “I was doing the right thing for me, Hermione. You knew I that I never renounced my ways; I couldn’t go to Azkaban and needed some leverage. Saving the Boy Who Lived’s best friend was the best thing I could have hoped for.”

He watched her face carefully and felt his heart clench when she looked down at him with hurt shining in her beautiful brown eyes.

“And this-“ She gestured to their secluded. “Another ploy?”

“Ahh this my dear is what I’ve wanted for a long time Hermione.” He watched the hurt slowly ebb from her face to be replaced with suspicion and confusion.

“Me?”

He nodded and brought a hand up to cup her face. “I have everything I could ever want in my life, never ending galleons, a beautiful Manor House, several holiday homes, a beach villa, a brilliant son and a thriving business. However, something is missing in my life and that something is you.”

“Me?” She squeaked again as his hand drifted into the top of her dress again and caressed her nipple.

“I am not an easy wizard to please, Hermione. I am a quiet man and do not like parties or these clubs that Draco likes to frequent. I need a witch who is willing to please me-“ Hermione opened her mouth to protest but he stopped her with a pinch to her nipple. “Do not interrupt me, the witch who manages to please me will be pleased one hundred fold in return, she will want for nothing.”

“And you think a filthy Mudblood would be that witch for you?”

“I admit your lineage is somewhat distasteful but I am willing to overlook it for a chance to be with you.”

She glared down at him and pushed herself off his lap. “I don’t want to be with a wizard who needs to overlook my bloodlines to be with me, I need a wizard who loves me for me, who doesn’t care that I’m from Muggles or that I am surrounded by so called blood traitors. Thank you for the drink, Lord Malfoy, I believe I shall be leaving now.”

Narrowing his eyes and growling softly he was on his feet in seconds and had spun her around against his chest. “You misconstrue my words, Miss Granger! For centuries the Malfoy bloodline has remained untainted the fact that I am willing to forgo my families values for you should be enough to put me in a favourable light.”

“Lord Malfoy, please let me go.” She said softly and tugged on her arm that was currently imprisoned in his iron grasp.

“I want you Hermione, not for your bloodlines or lack thereof but for you. A beautiful, intelligent and powerful young witch who was besting my son at the age of 11. You intrigue me and I want to know everything about you.”

“Lucius…” She murmured and he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, he smelled wonderful and tasted even better. A mixture of the elderberry wine and strawberries and his scent was uniquely Lucius and reminded her of all the time she had wished to be trapped underneath him while be thrust wildly into her, his long blond locks flying about them as he fucked her.

“I want you.” He whispered and pulled her against his hardness. “Do you feel that, Hermione? Everything I have is yours; everything I will have is yours. I open up my home and my heart to you Hermione. Do with it as you please pet.”

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth before taking a chance and throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips, taken by surprise he didn’t respond and she pulled back with hurt shining in her big brown eyes.

“I’m sorry that-ooompf!” The sensual full lips of Lucius Malfoy smashing to her thinner ones and pushing his tongue into her mouth and exploring her wet heat cut her off.

When he pulled back she was breathless and only being held up by his strong hands around her waist, with a whispered Accio, his cane was in his hand and Hermione felt the familiar squeezing as he apparated them away.

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With a startled yelp Hermione found herself pressed into a soft mattress with a very firm and virile wizard above her, in his haste to get her onto the bed his hair had come unbound and was falling against her chest, she reached up, desperate to run her fingers through it and to her delight it was as soft as it looked and with a gentle tug she had him moaning softly and grinding against her.

“Do you like my hair, Hermione?” He purred and smashed their lips together, moaning into her mouth when she tangled her fingers in the long blond locks and wrapped her leg around his arse to pull him closer.

“I love it.” She moaned loudly when he whispered a disrobing spell and felt his hot hard body between her thighs and hit mouth instantly back on hers.

His fingers were doing wicked things to her nipples as his lips left hers and trailed down her jaw and to her ear where he sucked her lobe into his mouth.

“You feel delicious Hermione,” He purred before pulling back and crawling up her body so he was straddling his waist. “Your tits are gorgeous.” He murmured and run the head of his rigid cock between the valley of her breasts, she moaned and arched up, as she smelt his arousal and saw his large cock for the first time.

“Gods you’re huge!” She exclaimed.

“Yes I am quite proud of my assets.” He drawled and pushed his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together so he could thrust between them quickly.

“Gods!” She cried out as his cock hit her chin, she looked up at Lucius, whose head was thrown back in ecstasy as he cock thrust between her breasts, knowing she was at a disadvantage she smirked wickedly and lifted her head slightly before sticking her tongue out, when he made a quick thrust her tongue swiped against the weeping head of his cock and he cursed roughly before stopping and staring down at her in a lusty gaze.

“You naughty little witch, Hermione.” He said coldly and moved up from her breasts and pressed the head of his cock against her lips. “You want my cock in your pretty little mouth pet, you want to suck me?” She nodded and opened her mouth, her lips wrapped around the top of his cock and he growled deeply as he pushed himself fully inside her mouth.

“Mmmm,” She moaned, the vibrations went straight up his cock and into his balls that tightened in expectation.

“Take it all Hermione.” He commanded and got up on his knees to push his entire length into her mouth, he felt her gag slightly around his hardness but didn’t let it stop his thrusts. “Ohhh yes pet that’s it suck me!” His muscles flexed on his chest as he threw his head back again in pure delight. “Yes yes!” He cried out and Hermione gripped his arse, digging her short nails into the hard pale globes, puling him further into her mouth. The golden pubic hairs rubbed against her nose and she was assaulted with a scent that was so uniquely Lucius that is had her thighs rubbing together in anticipation and a gush of wetness flowing out of her already soaking pussy.

“Like that Hermione?” He smirked down at her and didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight of the young witch he had lusted over for years with a mouthful of his cock and taking it all.

She nodded and moaned loudly when he reached behind him and between her legs, his long talented finger dragged a line up her soaked pussy and over her clit before sucking his finger into his mouth and tasting her arousal. “Delicious, just how I imagined.” He told her softly and pulled out her mouth just as he was about to explode.

She made a sound of protest and he dragged his thumb across her lip with a grin. “As much as I want to see my come dripping from your lips, Hermione I would much prefer it to be dripping from your thighs.”

“Oh gods!” She cried out when without warning he spread her legs wide and buried himself inside her tight wet heat.

“Fuck you’re so tight!” He groaned as her legs wrapped around his waist to draw him closer, his lips found her and he pushed his tongue between her lips quickly, finding her tongue and engaging in a sensual and heated battle.

She couldn’t believe how wonderful his cock felt inside her, he was so large that every thrust had him hitting a spot inside her that she hadn’t even found in her personal exploration, his loud moans and wandering hands had her screeching with every push of his hips and when his mouth encircled her nipple she knew she would be his forever.

“Oh Lucius you feel so good!” He moaned around her nipple as his hand tenderly cupped her face, his cock pistoned into her hard and fast and she had never felt anything so amazing.

Her eyes darted down to his left forearm that was cradled against her neck and she saw the dark, sinister mark of Lord Voldemort, his eyes although glazed, followed her gaze and she felt him stiffen above her expecting to be rejected. In a show of how far they had come over the years and the trust and tenderness she felt for him, she grabbed his arm and pulled it up to her lips to kiss it softly, her hot tongue darted out and licked the length of his Dark Mark and that was all it took to send them both over the edge. Her climax rocked through her body and she bit down hard on his mark causing Lucius to roar as his cock stiffened and sent his hot come into her pulsating passage.

“Happy Birthday Hermione.” He rasped out and collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close to her, her fingers stroked over his now sweaty blond locks as he panted above her.

“Happy birthday indeed.” She murmured with a grin.