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Author’s Note: Hi all! So I am new to writing and would love hearing from you. Seeing that English isn’t my native language I wouldn’t have come this far without my wonderful new friend and beta, RynStar15. Thank you so much for your support and help! Without you I would still be sitting in the middle of tenses, wondering what I should do next. For those of you that haven’t read her stories, go after this and read read read! You won’t be dissapointed. If you pick up any mistakes, it it intirely my own.Anyway on with the story.....
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Pixie Dust Love

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It was a normal day in the midst of summer. Hot weather, drinks in hand and a lot of parties to attend. The social season had started.


For a lot of twenty-something’s this is the sort of gatherings you would give your wand away to attend. But for a certain Miss Hermione Granger, it was living hell.


After the war Hermione swore that she would start living a normal life. But when the galas, dinner and party invitations started flying in via owl to the Golden Trio, Hermione knew that she wouldn’t get her wish. Being a war heroin comes with a lot of expectations that the public demands.


In a modern flat in Wizarding London, Hermione found herself in her own personal nightmare. Ginny Weasley-Potter was trying to tame Hermione’s wild curls that turned out stylish after a few years of bad hair days. The problem: Hermione was trying to talk her friend out of this.


I hate this! When is it ever going to end? thought Hermione.


“Ginny, please, I think my hair has enough styling potions in it!” said Hermione to her red-headed friend crankily.


“’Mione, stop whining, you’re going to be most gorgeous girl there tonight!” Ginny replied, trying to calm her best friend who was trying not to cry out in frustration.


“Why am I even going? It is not that I Blaise Zabini and I don’t talk anymore and you do remember what happened the last time we were at a party that was hosted by him?” Hermione asked.


“Yes, and that is in the past now. You’re going because people are starting to talk and that is final! You’re becoming some workaholic hermit not showing your face to the public and you’re going. Otherwise I’m calling in the boys,” replied Ginny smugly, knowing that would shut her bookworm friend up.


“Ginny, no! Not when I’m looking like this!” replied Hermione hastily, trying to cover up her legs but failing miserably.


“Well ’Mione, you should start facing your fears because they are going to see you like this the whole evening. So please sit still so that I can finish up,” replied Ginny with a mysterious glint in her eyes.


Sighing, Hermione complied, knowing her friend was right.

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Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter were sitting in the living room drinking a shot of whiskey, wondering when the girls would be ready. Unlike Hermione, they were the ones adjusting more to the fame and the many public appearances that must be made.


“I hope that they are finished soon, because this Farmer George costume is making me itch in certain places,” Ron said to Harry who is sitting in cowboy attire at the little coffee table.


“Ron, remember this is for Lavender,” replied Harry, knowing that would soften his friend up.


“Mmmm, oh yeah, yeah, for Lavender. Isn’t she pretty?” Ron asked, going starry eyed at the mention of his new fiancé’s name. Ron and Lavender got engaged after many years of being together as a couple even if they broke up a few times in between because nicknames were becoming too much. But in the end ‘Won Won’ and ‘Lav Lav’ decided such petty things couldn’t come between their love.


“If you say so mate. But calm down, we are going to the party soon. You will see her beforehand,” said Harry while he was tried to knot his Cowboy ropes in the perfect Western way since the time of old. But as all wizards, Harry was impatient to do it the old “Muggle way” and did a quick spell to do it for him.


“I still wonder why Lavender and Parvati couldn’t get ready with Gin and ‘Mione?” asked Ron, drowning another glass of alcohol.


“Don’t know, that is a mystery. Maybe it is a woman thing,” replied Harry, while blasting spots off his brown boots with his wand.


“What the mystery is mate, is this costume Hermione is supposed to be wearing,” said Ron. “Lav and Gin have been going on about it all week, I wonder....” said Ron getting a thoughtful look on his face.


Harry knew better than to laugh out loud, so he kept it in.


Ron looking like he was actually thinking about things, is like the thought of Voldermort in a kilt singing the Scottish national anthem.


“Mate, we will just have to wait and see. And I think it is a brilliant idea that Blaise is throwing a costume party. We could all be someone else for an evening, get away from the daily hassles,” said Harry with a lot of enthusiasm in his voice.


Being a top notch Auror isn’t always fun and games, thought Harry with chagrin.


“Yeah, but in the middle of summer where we bloody fry to death?’’ asked Ron sarcastically thrusting his glass in Harry’s general direction.


“Remember we are doing this as a favor for Blaise. After all the things he has done for us, we should do this for him. And also remember this is about ‘Mione. She needs to get out and a certain ‘Pirate’ is waiting for her tonight,” replied Harry, smirking in a very familiar way.


“Yeah, yeah, I understand. For ‘Mione!” said Ron, toasting his whiskey at Harry, trying to change the subject. Seeing Harry with that smirk still gave him the willies.


“For ‘Mione!” shouted Harry knowing that he had shaken his best friend up with that small expression.


Both of them drank their last bit of alcohol in their glasses, eager to get finished and start their evening of fun. There was a bet to be settled…


Hearing the door open behind them just after their toast, both men stood up, relieved that the girls were finally ready. They smoothed out the wrinkles of their shirts eager to see the women in their lives.


Ginny came out first dressed as a nurse. A very sexy nurse that made Harry love his wife even more and making Ron’s ears red at the thought that his sister has a bust line and curves that would make any man’s life worthwhile.


Gin’s outfit consisted of a short white tight dress with red crosses on the bust areas, a nurse’s cap on her head, with thigh high white boots and lips red as blood that were plump in a way that were made for sin.


Ginny started laughing at seeing her brother with his embarrassed red ears, but the laugh stopped at seeing her husband’s lust filled eyes. That is for later, she thought naughtily winking at Harry.


She cleared her throat then said “Boys, may I now present Miss Hermione Granger!” sweeping her hand in the general direction of the door behind her. Gin walked over to Harry and stood beside him, her hand in his. Everyone turned and stared at the door in front of them.


The door opened again, a bit wider, with a deadly silence following the revealing. A vision appeared before them.


Hermione Granger was no longer a little girl. The thought flashed between her two best male friends.


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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Hermione muttered darkly to her “so called” best friends. Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Ron and Lavender were on their way to Zabini Manor in the customary carriage of the Victorian times. The Manor in speaking was formally the residence of famous Dukes and Duchess’s in the Muggle world and had gotten quite reception when Queen Victoria herself were received as a guest.


Hermione, a Victorian lover at heart, didn’t even have time to appreciate the beautiful carriage because her mind couldn’t get past the plans to get back at her friends for doing this to her. But maybe you will see him again, another voice whispered back inside Hermione’s head.


“Awww, come on Hermione, you look great!” exclaimed Ginny. “Right Harry?” She elbowed her husband in the ribs.


“Uhhh, yeah Mione, you look great, Dra…sorry, no one will know what hit them,” replied Harry with a blush that spread to the rim of his Western hat. He rubbed at the sore spot on his side, thinking up ways to get back at his feisty wife.


“What? What is that part that you missed there?” asked Hermione suspiciously, trying to cover herself up with a coat in the process. Maybe he meant Dra…no probably not. They knew what had happened last time…


But before Harry could answer Hermione’s question, the carriage came to a stop. Ron opened the door by the snake handle and stepped out. After him Lavender climbed out and took his hand. Harry and Ginny were next. When it was time for Hermione to climb out, both Ron and Harry’s hands appeared to usher her out of the carriage. Before them, Zabini Manor loomed like a royal household. By the time their entourage arrived many carriages had already arrived before them. Hermione, more now than ever, tried to cover herself with a coat blushing at the idea that people would see her like this.


Lavender, who was dressed as a Muggle Gymnast in leotards, snatched away the coat in front of Hermione and gave it to an elf waiter. Ron just looked on with a funny expression, glad ‘Mione and Lav were getting along as friends. With a pitchfork in hand, Ron walked over to Lavender and put his arm around her waist.


“You look beautiful ‘Mione, don’t worry,” said Lavender with a smile and leaned back against Ron’s chest.


As their group came to the steps of the Manor, Ron and Lavender were announced by their respected titles, Order of Merlin First Class, Seeker of the Cannons and Editor of the Daily Prophet and descended the magnificent steps; down to the ballroom that was decorated as a pre-Halloween setting. A Farmer and a Gymnast were a sight to behold. Odd, but it fit their personalities as their relationship was an example of why opposites attract.


“You should go after them,” whispered Ginny to Hermione while she pulled Harry’s hat on right. Hermione nodded back stiffly, trying to get her famous courage together. This is it, she thought, no backing out.


As Hermione walked forward, Ginny got out her wand in the strap in her right boot and cast a non-verbal spell, making Hermione’s hair sparkle golden. The little house elf that did the announcements, stared up at the magnificent sight before him.


Breathlessly, Dinky announced: “Miss Hermione Granger!” to the waiting room.


Silence followed…
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Draco Malfoy had changed for a better man. After the war he done a lot of community work and donated heaps of Galleons to various organizations. After he realized that Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards also deserved to have a fair chance in life, Draco’s attitude towards life itself changed. Even Lucius and Narcissa changed their ways so that they could support their son’s relationship with her.


It all changed that night at Blaise’s party…when I saw Gra…no not thinking about it! Scolded Draco to himself. Don’t think about it, you’re just going to embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Keep your cool, you’re a Malfoy for fuck’s sakes.


Normally Draco hated these kinds of parties, especially when he had to come alone. Draco couldn’t find a witch in all of Wizardring England that wasn’t just in for his money and reputation. Normally he would have her on his arm but not after the “incident”. But Blaise begged him to come, so he couldn’t just say no to his lifelong friend. Blaise said there was someone that Draco should meet and that he should start showing his face in public again. Certain people should just forgive and forget, he implied.


Ok, so maybe I just wanted to see Gra…no, not thinking about her again! Draco confessed to himself. Maybe she won’t even come tonight, people have been talking you twit , said the logical side.


But maybe it isn’t true, have some faith in your life for once, ! argued another side of Draco, the one clinging on hope.


Draco was nursing a drink, talking to some old friends from school. Pansy and Theo Nott came as Muggle Bikers and Draco couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. He had been looking for an escape ever since Pansy started to tell him about their honeymoon and how they battled with a thing called a “toaster”. The old Draco would have insulted them at their stupidity but the new Draco wouldn’t. So he had to hold it in and pretend that he found that fascinating.


I remember the day when Hermione showed me to work a toaster , remembered Draco with clarity. He was so abosrbed in the memory that he didn’t even remember himself that he shouldn’t think about her.


His chance came when the elf announced Weasley and Brown. Draco, in spite of himself perked up at their names. After he said goodbye to the Notts, Draco walked to the bar to get another drink, women all around him staring at this rugged pirate. Draco didn’t give them a second thought, only one witch was on his mind.


Keep your emotions intact, maybe she won’t come tonight , Draco told himself.


As he approached the bar and waited for his order of brandy, he heard her name.


Miss Hermione Granger.


Silence followed. People around Draco stared in awe at the sight. A few others just watched him, openly staring at the Malfoy heir, waiting for his reaction of the witch before them. Draco spun around to the doors of the ballroom in shock. Before him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.


He knew Hermione had grown into a very attractive woman, he was normally the one telling her that. But tonight, all those self controlled emotions collapsed at seeing her again. The image before him would be forever imprinted on his mind.


She came dressed as a fairy. But not just any fairy. As Tinkerbell, the stubborn and hotheaded one. The one that fits her perfectly , Draco thought with amusement, remembering how she would scold at him for messing up his ties for work.


Hermione’s hair was high up in a bun; tendrils of hair escaping that framed her face. A green, tight dress clung to her body, showing cleavage for every hot blooded male to see. Her legs, those beautiful, tanned legs where open, the dress so short that Draco swore he could see her knickers, if she even wore any at all. She was wearing green high heels with a bit of white fluff in front by the toes. Wings were spread behind her, twinkling in the night. Golden pixie dust in her hair, sparkling everywhere.


A vision, a gift from the angles above . Draco had to remind himself to breathe. As Hermione swept down the stairs with an elegance that the former Princess of Wales would envy and her trademark strut, Cormac McLaggen came into view.


The bloody prick , thought Draco as he saw Cormac trying to coax Hermione to dance with him. All Draco could see was red; nobody touched his witch and got away with it!
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Hermione couldn’t believe this man!


After she refused to dance with Cormac, telling him twice, he wouldn’t take his hands off of her. Curse Merlin for leaving my wand at home! And curse Ginny for giving me such a tight dress that my wand couldn’t be placed anywhere ,she thought huffily.


Just as she was starting to create a scene, a tall blond pirate stepped into view. Tall, with skin tight pants and an open blue tunic showing his six-pack to everyone. Calf high black boots adorned his legs and an emerald stud in his ear showed how daring he could be. As he walked forward to where Hermione was struggling to get Cormac’s lobster hands off her, she recognized the swagger of the pirate. Confident, and full of raw sex appeal. She knew that walk…


“I suggest, McLaggen, that you get your filthy hands off Hermione this instant!” sneered the pirate with distaste in his voice. People where starting to observe the scene more closely, in awe at what was being transpired before their eyes.


Malfoy-Granger relationship always has something interesting happening the common thought flashing through the party-goers’ thoughts.


I know that voice , Hermione thought.


Draco!


“And what would you do if I don’t, Malfoy? She isn’t yours anymore, you had your chance,” answered Cormac McLaggen with hatred in his whiny voice, his lobster costume swaying as he spat out the words.


Hermione struggled against the restraints of Cormac’s hands. Then she felt lips start to descend upon her temple, but before they touched Hermione, air swooshed against her side. She closed her eyes in fright. All around her people gasped at the sight that happened before them.


When she opened her eyes, she saw Cormac lying on the ground, Petrified and in ropes. Draco stood over McLaggen with his wand out….whispering furiously to him and pointing out rude gestures. A man in a snake outfit just sniggered at what Draco said to Cormac.


Hermione couldn’t hear what had transpired between the lobster and the pirate, but before she could react to her harassment, Draco swept her up in his arms and walked to the nearest door leading to a balcony. Hermione protested the whole way, banging her hands against his chest, shouting “Leave me alone!” but to no avail, everyone knew not to mess with a very pissed off Draco Malfoy.


The door opened of its own accord, Draco just walked through as if it was his own home. Just when they stepped over the threshold into the warm night, the door closed again with a bang! The music blasted away inside. People started dancing and talking about what had just happened. Nobody helped the lobster up, feeling that he deserved what he got.


Draco put Hermione on the ledge of the balcony’s railing, his hands on her waist. He stepped between her open thighs, hugging her to his lean body, feeling like he could cry at the mere thought of holding her again. He laid his head on her shoulder, kissing her gently on the side of her neck. And still they said nothing to each other.


Finally, Draco looked up and his hands went to the elastic holding her hair together. He took it off and sat it down against her thigh on the ledge. Hermione couldn’t find her voice, just stared at the man before her. The man that she loved…


Draco laced his fingers in her curly hair, couldn’t believe he was actually holding her again. Pixie dust was also interlaced with his fingers and her hair, bringing back old memories of their first kiss together. Finally Draco found his voice.


“Never ever do that to me again. You’re mine and mine alone. Understand that Granger?” he croaked out. “I am sorry about what happened, I know that I shouldn’t have gotten that position for you at the Ministry without your consent.”


“Draco, you could have asked me if I wanted that. But you just went and bought the position for me without asking me and getting my opinion” ,said Hermione with hurt in her voice to the man before her.


“I am sorry love. I thought I knew what you wanted but I guess that I don’t actually. I know now that Hermione Granger would want to earn the position on her own. Not with anyone’s help and least of all ,mine. Will you forgive me, Hermione? Can we start over?” asked Draco with pleading eyes waiting for her answer, afraid that she would reject him.


“Of course Draco, these past few weeks have been hell without you. I missed you and I still love you. Can you forgive me for being selfish?” ,replied Hermione with tears in her eyes.


“Yes, I forgive you, and let us not speak again about this. You belong with me and that is all that matters”,said Draco holding her closer to him.


Hermione leaned back out of his arms, but not far out otherwise she would have fallen. But she trusted the man before her with her life and knew that he wouldn’t let her go ever again. The thought without him still haunted her in the confines of her heart but she knew that somehow they would always come back together again.


“Forever and always, Draco, forever and always” whispered Hermione to her Draco. She leaned forward, her lips touching his feather- like ones. Draco kissed her back with such tenderness, afraid that she would disappear again.


Hermione pressed her lips more tightly against Draco’s, deepening the kiss, wanting to feel him again. Draco held her close, kissing her with new passion, happy he found her again. The kiss started to get hot, their tongues clashing against each other fighting for dominance. Draco’s tongue was lightly sucking at Hermione’s, devouring her.


Hermione’s nipples started to get aroused in the cold wind that was sweeping against them but also getting aroused at how Draco was playing with her body. Draco felt the pointy tips against his bare chest through her dress, relishing in the fact that she didn’t wear a bra.


“Minx” ,he panted hotly in her ear kissing the shell as Hermione’s hands went down to the front of his pants; stroking his cock through the material.


Hermione’s hands freed Draco’s hard cock out of the confines of his pants. She took him in her small hand, stroking the shaft’s head softly. Draco moaned at the skin contact, nibbling on her neck. He pushed down the front her dress forcefully, starting to bite and suck at her aroused nipples. His hand started fondeling one breast gently as he sucked at the twin’s nipple.


“God I have missed this,” Hermione panted out as Draco sucked her nipple like a babe would it’s mother. She pumped his cock harder in the same rhythm that he sucked at her breasts. Draco’s hand cupped her breast as he sucked at the breast’s twin, his other hand going down to the front of her dress. His hand went up her thigh, loving the way that the muscles sprang up at him, happy from touching her again. As he sucked at her nipple and Hermione pumped his cock faster and harder every second, Draco’s hand came to contact with Hermione’s bare pussy.


“Mmmm, what? No knickers?” Draco rasped out with hunger, slightly stroking her pussy lips.


“Ohh…yeah…otherwise you would have seen the lines…oh…fuck…right there!!” Hermione screamed out, loving how he flicked her clit.


“Naughty witch! You know how I punish naughty witches?” rasped Draco as his middle finger started stroking up and down her wet slit.


“Ye—es!” Hermione panted out. Draco started to flick her clit again, working her into a puddle of goo. Hermione freed his cock and her fingers came up to her mouth to lick them. Her hand went down to his hard cock again, pumping and lubricating him. Draco’s finger went into her pussy, pumping into her. A second one went to join the first one, fingering her hard, moaning out at the feel of the tightness of her pussy.


Draco’s fingers slid out of her, and placed his hands around Hermione’s waist, lifting her down. Draco kissed her hard again on the lips and spun Hermione around forcefully. Hermione leaned over the ledge, her ass in the air. Draco pushed down his pants and kicked it away. Then he started to lift her dress up from behind.


“Starting without me, love?” asked Draco, watching Hermione’s fingers going in and out of her pussy on their own, pumping his own cock in his hand at the sight.


“Mmmm, yeah…but not for long,” Hermione panted out, waiting for Draco to fuck her hard.


Draco pushed her dress up more, rubbing his cock up and down her slit from behind. Hermione took away her fingers, grasping the ledge before her instead. Slowly, Draco pushed his cock’s head in her sweet tightness, pushed in to the hilt. Slowly but surely Draco started fucking Hermione from behind, harder and faster at each trust. Moaning Hermione threw her head back and and winked at him from over her shoulder., wetting her lips


“Damn I am close babe,” muttered Draco in Hermione’s ear as he grabbed her breasts in his hands roughly, fucking her hard from behind. His fingers were lightly pinching her aroused nipples.


“Yes!!” was all that Hermione replied as her orgasm hit it’s highest peak. With that Draco came undone, shooting his semen in her pussy mixing their juices together.


Spent, Draco sat down on the chair with Hermione lying in his arms, breathing hard.


“Well love, looks like we Apparate home tonight,” said Draco while he got his voice back, his fingers slightly stroking her well fucked pussy.


“Mmmm,” was the only reply that Hermione could muster, knowing a long night is awaiting them in her bedroom. As Draco held her tightly in his lap, Hermione wondered where the pixie dust had come from.


Oh well ,she thought…probably from the party. At least it brought her back to Draco, her pirate and love of her life.


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Somewhere back in the Zabini Manor a knight, a farmer and a cowboy stood drinking whiskey, toasting to their plan that had worked out so smoothly.


“Told you they couldn’t be without each other,” smirked the knight.


“That is 50 Galleons Harry,” replied Ron, glad he had won a bet for once.


“And 50 Galleons I would give, Ron. I am glad Draco and Hermione are back together”, replied Harry, with a small smile on his face.


“If I might ask, because Draco never told me, why did they break up anyway in the first place?” asked Blaise while trying to figure out if he missed something.


Harry and Ron looked at each other, smiling.


Harry replied “Why, pixie dust!”


“Pixie dust? Are you daft man?” said Blaise with a slight sneer on his dark face.


“The Pixie dust you have always at your parties? Ever notice that Draco and ‘Mione got together at your Halloween party last year and that pixie dust was in the air?” replied Ron who was counting out his money happily.


“Oh, yeah….” said Blaise wondering what are these two on about.


“Well, looks like they needed their spark back after ‘Mione found out Draco got her new position from the Ministry and they had a massive row over it. So, pixie dust in her hair did it, bringing out the possessiveness that Hermione adores about Draco,” explained Harry with a bright smile, thinking about his stubborn friends.


“Pixie dust…. I never put pixie dust in the Manor?” said Blaise trying to figure out if his friends were starting to go mad after the war.


“Then who did?” asked Harry and Ron together surprised at the thought.

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In the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, a wealthy couple was lounging in the parlor when a Floo call was called to their attention. Narcissa Malfoy, matriarch of the noble line, stood up and went to the hearth. She talked to someone on the other side although Lucius didn’t mind, he would get the news shortly. He was busy reading a Muggle book called ‘The Bourne Identity’ .finding it interesting about how one man thrived to find his true identity.


A lot like our family . After Miss Granger appeared in Draco’s and unintentionally ours, our lives were changed to the respected family that we should be . She will make a fine daughter-in-law , thought Lucius with familiar giddiness of someone who adores their family.


Narcissa walked back over to her husband, who was lying on a couch looking like a sloppy teenager. Smiling, she scooted his feet up and sat down on the couch next to him, laying his feet back down on her lap. Lucius, who felt his wife’s touch, had put down the novel and looked at her with love shining through his grey eyes.


“So my love, what did Mrs. Potter say about the proceedings?” asked Lucius with a grin creeping up on the side of his mouth.


“Lucius, my dear…Pixie dust did it again for Draco and Hermione,” whispered Narcissa to her husband a smile spreading from dimple to dimple.


I am happy Draco has found Hermione again, both of them are too stubborn for their own sake , thought Narcissa with affection towards the two people in question.


“Good,” replied Lord Malfoy with a smile on his face, loving the thought of having Hermione Granger as his future daughter in law. She was a bright witch after all and Malfoy’s always get the best .


Hope Draco won’t mind Lucius giving him a hand in the romance department , thought Narcissa sweetly, wondering what else does her husband had up his sleeve.


“Pixie dust always does it,” said Lucius with a rare smile on his face and took his wife in his arms, laying back down on the couch.


I should know it helped us numerous times.I always keep an extra pouch on me , Lucius said to himself, knowing his wife knew about it.


“Pixie dust always does it,” replied Lucius again.


The End
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Author’s Note: Please review, would love to hear from you! How was my first story, what did you think?Critism is also welcomed, I would like to know what I should change ect. Started writing a new story today, hopefully I would post it soon if that is what everyone wants. Till then, =)