Hermione was well into her fifth glass of fire whiskey when out of the corner of her eye she saw someone sit down next to her. She was too into her own thoughts to pay attention to anything that was going on around her, and didn’t bother to turn and look. She took another swig, downing most of the glass, and signaled the bartender for another one. He frowned, but poured her another drink.
“You’re one of the few women I know who actually enjoy fire whiskey,” the voice next to her said.
She took another drink. “I don’t really drink it because I enjoy it. I’m drinking it to get drunk.” A smile was beginning to cross her face, until she turned and saw who it was. It was the last person she would have expected to see here.
“Malfoy? What are you doing here? Slumming with the peasants? Shouldn’t you be in
“I had to stop and get a new wand and it’s actually a bit chilly outside. I thought a fire whiskey might warm me up.” He asked for a glass when the bartender walked by, and then paid for it. He took a drink the two of them sat in silence.
The last time Hermione had seen Draco was right after the wizarding war. Draco had killed his father in the final battle, it had been one of the only reasons Voldemort had been destroyed. It was actually Lucius’s wand that killed his leader, when he tried to kill Harry. Lucius had fallen to Draco’s wand a few moments later.
That had been almost 5 years ago, since he had been destroyed. Harry and Ron had a sort of friendship with Draco, and Hermione, by proxy.
A few minutes later, Draco turned to Hermione. “How’s married life treating you?” He asked.
“I hate it, actually.” She told him.
“Yeah, I hate it too.” Draco told her. Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “You hate it? But I saw your wedding in the paper. You guys looked so happy. And the Daily Prophet says you’re always going away on those romantic exotic trips. You guys were inseparable in school.”
“Yeah, well being married to someone for three years is enough to drive you insane. We really only married because we knew it would create a huge rift if we didn’t. In the beginning there was an affection of sorts, now it’s really more like a routine. I think we just stay together because there’s no where else to go.”
Hermione looked at him having trouble understanding everything he said. “Wait a minute. I know I’m not exactly clear headed right now, but you guys looked so happy.”
Draco smiled. “Well, I guess we’re both really good actors.” He took another sip, and then ordered two more drinks, one for each of them.
“What about you? Why do you hate married life so much?” He asked Hermione.
She hesitated, “We fight all the time. About everything. I get so sick of it. We’ve been married for a little over three years. He still thinks I’m going to leave him and it drives me insane. We’ve been trying to have a baby for over a year now, and the fact that we’re not pregnant yet frustrates him. He’s drunk most of the time, and he lies around the house all day. He is the biggest slob I’ve ever met and he resents the fact that I have a job that I love and I work so many hours.”
Draco knew about her job. She was the top assistant to the head librarian at Merlin’s Magical Library. Their catalog was enough to boggle the mind and he knew that it must have been quite a chore to memorize all the locations of all the different spell books. St. Mungo’s was constantly sending over research wizards to look up obscure spells and hexes, and new dark art book were being found everyday. If this Hermione was anything like the Hermione he went to school with, she was perfect for the job.
“So are you guys seeing someone? A counselor or something?” He asked sincerity in his voice.
She laughed. “No. He won’t see anyone. Our problems are for us only. And he thinks that they would just fill his head with a bunch of mumbo jumbo. And yes, I have thought about leaving him, but I really would like to give it one last chance.” Hermione told him, wondering why she was telling him all of her personal things.
Hermione looked at Draco. He was staring into his glass, deep in thought. “Are you guys seeing someone?” Hermione asked.
Draco turned and looked and a hint of a smile crossed his lips. “No. I don’t think Pansy would anyway. It’s not that we have a bad marriage; it’s just an empty marriage. We don’t have the feelings that a married couple should. Pansy thought that maybe if we had a baby, it would make us closer. She’s absolutely positive that someone cast a spell on one or both of us so we couldn’t reproduce.”
They were both quiet again. “So what is Ron doing now?” He asked her.
“He’s playing Quidditch. He’s ok, but he could be better if he went to practice once in a while.” The tears started to trail down her face and she took out a hankie. “Oh Merlin, here I go again. That’s actually why I’m here getting drunk.”
“You’re drinking because he won’t go to practice?” Draco asked, confused.
“No, I’m drinking because of his Quidditch team. They traded him to the New Zealand Zygotes. He has to report in two days or he’ll be let go. He wants me to go with him and quit my job.”
Draco put a comforting arm around her shoulder. She pulled away from him, but then reluctantly sank into it.
“And you
don’t want to give up your job and follow a man that you’re not really happy to
be with half way across the world, leaving your family and friends and your
great job to live in
Hermione nodded her head vigorously. “I’ve got my chance right now. I could leave him, and still keep everything I have. Or I could lose everything I have and keep him. Part of me says I should stay. The other part of me wants to know why. I know that no matter what I do, I’m going to hurt someone.” She wiped away a tear and continued. “He’s asked me to come with him, and give it one more try, and if it doesn’t work out he’ll let me go if that’s what I want.”
“Is that what you want?” He asked her.
“I don’t know what I want anymore.” She sobbed and didn’t stop him when his arms wrapped around her, holding her as she cried. He stroked her hair and tried to quiet her.
A few minutes later, she looked up at him through tear stained eyes. “Draco, there is something I want.”
Hermione was naked with her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with strands of silk. She moaned and cried out as Draco knew exactly where to lick her. His tongue wove a path through her aching core, stopping at her center to take it between his teeth. He bit down with the smallest amount of pressure and Hermione’s hips bucked off the bed in response. He shoved his entire face into her pussy as he drove his tongue into her hole. Hermione cried out his name again, and he stopped. He pulled away from her, ever so slightly. She bucked towards him, willing him to finish what he had started. He smiled at her, watching as she pulled and tugged against her restraints. He started to laugh at her as she continued to fight the hold.
She flopped back down onto the bed, worn out from thrashing, among other things.
“Draco please. I really need to be fucked right now.” Hermione pleaded with him.
“Really? What, with this old thing?” He asked, reaching down to take his rock hard cock in his hands. He knew he was bigger than average, and Hermione’s eyes widened as she watched him stoke up and down.
She bucked her hips up into the air again, and then tried pulling against the restraints again. Her eyes never left his hands, which continued to stroke up and down his massive length. “Please Draco. Please fuck me.”
“I don’t know… Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” He asked, enjoying being able to tease her.
“Yes!” She almost shouted, and then remembered that there was a soundproofing charm on the walls. “Yes, I want you to stick your hard cock into my pussy and fuck me until I explode!”
‘Who would have expected such words from Hermione Weasley’ Draco thought. He smiled at her as he let go of his erection and went to stand up. “Na, I think I’ve changed my mind. After all we’re both married to other people and I’d really hate to cheat on my wife…”
Hermione screamed out. “Draco, I’m not telling you again. Get over and fuck me!”
Draco gave her the trademark smirk as he climbed back into the bed and positioned himself on top of her. He held himself just out of the reach of her hips, and smirked again. Her hips fell back onto the bed in frustration and that was when he made his move.
In one solid motion, he inserted his entire length inside of her. Both of them cried out. He muttered the releasing spell on her restraints and instantly felt her legs wrap themselves around him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked her one last time.
“It’s too late to turn back now.” And he knew what she meant. She reached up and grabbed his face, kissing him. It was filled with lust and heat and sexual frustration. She kissed him everything that she had, and he gave the best he had. He began to pump himself in and out of her.
The pace began to quicken. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping together, mixed with moans and grunts full of lust. She ran her fingernails down Draco’s back, wondering if she was drawing blood and then realizing that she didn’t care.
Hermione’s orgasm came only a few seconds before Draco’s. They both screamed out the others name as they reached their peak and Draco eventually collapsed at her side. He pulled her into his arms and they both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Draco woke to an empty bed. On the nightstand she had left him a note.
It read: Thank you for everything Draco.
He smiled to himself, hoping that it really was what she needed.
Over the next few years, he made it a point to pay attention to the papers. Weasley had indeed gone to New Zealand, and their record had started to improve, along with his own. There was no mention of his wife, but Draco didn’t expect there to be. He had gone to the library several times, thinking that he might catch her there if she had indeed left him. But he never saw her and was pretty confident she had decided to stay with her husband.
Then, one day Draco received an invitation by owl to the Quidditch Champions Ball. Draco knew it was because of his constant donations to the local teams, but he also knew that it was a sign that he go. He had no idea if she would be there, or if she would even acknowledge him. It had been 5 years since they had seen each other, and he would have thought that she would have dropped a letter and at least said hello.
Draco walked into the ball with Pansy on his arm. He saw Hermione standing across the room, talking to Viktor Krum’s wife. She must have felt him walk in, because suddenly she turned and excused herself. She made her way to Draco and Pansy, and shook both of their hands.
“It’s great to see both of you! It’s been so long!” Hermione motioned to someone who was standing behind Draco, waving them over. “Draco, Pansy you both know my husband Ron. And the young man with him is our son Ian.”
Draco’s breath caught in his throat as he turned to meet Hermione’s son. His heart stopped when he saw his own eyes reflected there, along with Draco’s head of platinum blonde hair.
Author’s Note: This was a one shot, although my beta finished reading this and asked if I had intensions of writing more. I didn’t, but the ideas going to float around in my head for quite some time, I’m sure.
Thanks to Arlene, for taking the time out of her busy schedule to beta for me.
Before anyone writes and asks “Why doesn’t Ron question his son having blonde hair?” I thought I’d answer that. I am a natural red head. My mother is blonde and my father has black hair. I had a friend who was born with platinum blonde hair and sometime in her early teens her hair just decided to change color, to a dark brown. So, that being said, I am a firm believer that your genes don’t always determine your hair color. So Ron would have no reason to question his son’s hair color.