Five Days ago
Hermione looked anxiously round the Leaky Cauldron. Please,
Cormac, not so loud.
Why not? he repeated.
Because, she said, softly, this is only our
second date, not counting Slughorns Christmas party, and
And we hardly know each other.
So, let me get this straight. Cormac leaned back
in his seat, folding his arms across his chest like a patriarch
about to chastise one of his womenfolk. The pose was meant to
be intimidating and, although Hermione knew that they were in
a public place, and thatwith her wandshe was more
than his equal, something about his abrupt, unexpected change
of mood had shaken her. Youre perfectly willing,
he said, to let me buy you dinner, and pay for your theatre
I did offer to go Dutch
but when the time comes to show a bit of gratitude,
you cross your legs?
Hermione drew herself up straight. I will not go
to bed with you Cormac, she said, firmly. I will never
go to bed with a man who expects sex as payment for dinner.
She reached for her handbag. I should be going.
No you dont.
Let go of my arm, Cormac.
He tightened his grip.
Id do as she says if I were you, McLaggen,
said a voice Hermione hadnt heard since the day she left
Hogwarts. She has twice the magic you have, and she knows
a very nasty slicing curse...
Draco Malfoy turned to Hermione. Ill be over there
if anyone should need me. He crossed to the bar, and she
heard him order a Firewhisky. Make it a double, he
Hermione turned back to Cormac.
Aw, who wants a frigid woman, anyway? he said, with
a poor imitation of the Malfoy sneer. Ill just have
to chalk up my losses to experience. He got up, and made
for the door.
I am not frigid, said Hermione, to his back.
But no one was listening.
She gathered up her things and, sliding out from the booth, took
a few steps
Hold on a minute, Granger. Malfoy downed the remainder
of his Firewhisky and deposited his glass on the bar. You
cant go yet.
What do you mean?
Youre shaking like a leaf, woman. Come back over
here. He offered her his arm like an old-fashioned gentleman,
and Hermione found herself taking it and letting him lead her
back to the booth.
She sat down.
Malfoy slid into the seat opposite. Do you smoke?
he asked, patting his breast pocket.
Well, you could do with something for those nerves.
He waved to one of the waiters. A shot of Calming Draught
and a Firewhiskya double.
Im not usually so... So silly, said Hermione.
The waiter set two glasses on the table.
Here, said Malfoy, pushing the Calming Draught towards
her. Get this down you.
I dont usually take potions, said Hermione.
But Malfoys eyespale and intensespoke of personal
experience, of past trauma, and of tried and trusted remedies.
She picked up the glass.
In one, he said.
She knocked it back, shuddered, andcovering her mouth with
Puts hairs on your chest, he said, taking a sip of
Malfoy was the last person she could imagine having a
Yes, she said, surprised to find that it was true.
Good. He leaned back in his seat, butunlike
Cormacs had beenhis posture was open and relaxed,
and it occurred to Hermione that her new-found calm had as much
to do with feeling safe in his company as with the effects of
Draco... She leaned forward, and spoke softly. Why
are you being so kind to me?
He seemed surprised. Kind? Really?Do you want another,
by the way?
Let me get the next round.
If you insist. He signalled to the waiter. Another
A white wine, please.
What made you go out with an arse hole like McLaggen anyway?
Hed laid a napkin on the table and he began folding it,
and Hermione couldnt help noticing how long and sensitive
his fingers were... And, suddenly, the situation seemed so terribly
funny, and she began to laugh, clutching her stomach and shaking
helplessly until, after what seemed like an embarrassingly long
time, she was completely spent.
Well, thats the nerves sorted, said Malfoy.
He lifted the folded napkin, and launched it into the air, and
the fabric became a white butterfly, whichfluttering downsettled
on Hermiones hand.
Whats happened to you, Draco?
What do you mean?
Youve... Youve become nice.
Now it was Malfoys turn to laugh. No, Granger,
he said. I dont think so. I may have grown up a bit,
but Im still the same self-centred little prick I always
wasaccording to Astoria Greengrass, at any rate. But Ive
never been the sort of douche bag McLaggen is, Granger. Not with
girls. My best friends a woman.
My best friends are all boysmen now,
He nodded, thoughtfully. Does it help you with relationships?
Surprised by the question, Hermione considered it for a moment.
No... I dont think it does.
Nor do I. I wonder why?
I think a lot of people find it hard to combine sex and
friendship, said Hermione. Women like their men to
be men. They expect to natter with their girlfriends; they
want their men to be different.
Cavemen, like McLaggen, you mean?
Oh, God, no! Though I suppose some must want that...
But you prefer a friend with benefits?
Id prefer a lovera husbandwho was also
my best friend.
In my world, said Malfoy, if the husband wants
friendship and affection he generally has to find himself a mistress.
His wife.... Well, all she has to be is good breeding stock.
He murmured a wandless spell, transforming the butterfly back
into a napkin; Hermione watched him closely, intrigued by his
wistfulness, and he must have sensed her gaze upon him, because
he suddenly looked up at her. How did we get onto this topic,
anyway? he asked.
Im not sure...
Their eyes lingered, and Hermione felt a chemistry growing between
them, something warm and exciting, awakening her body with the
sort of desire it would be all too easy to act upon foolishly.
Malfoy was the first to break away. I shoulder
He jerked his head towards the door.
Yes, said Hermione, I should be getting home,
Four days ago
Hermione had no intention of ever seeing Draco Malfoy again.
She had absolutely no interest in him.
She didnt care whom he was seeing, nor how serious his
relationship with the woman might be, and she made no attempt
to find out.
She certainly didnt ask her workmates about him, nor deliberately
glance at his Ministry records, nor doggedly hunt through several
months back numbers of Witch Weekly looking for gossip
But, despite her total lack of interest, by the end of the day
she had learned that Malfoy ran a successful potions business,
that he was the patron of several worthy charities, and that his
engagement to Astoria Greengrass had been announced, with a huge
fanfare, only five months earlier.
Three days ago
It had been such a strange day.
At lunchtime in the canteen, and now in the Leaky Cauldron,
Hermione had the distinct impression that people were talking
about her but, whenever she caught anyones eye and nodded,
they returned her greeting as usualThough dont
those greetings seem a little strained? Embarrassed,
He slid into the booth with her. I was hoping to catch
you last night, he said, but you werent here.
The chemistry she had felt before was still there between them
but, tonight, it seemed less comfortable. Hermione waited for
Malfoy to explain what he wanted.
The thing is, he said, at last, a copy of Le
sommaire philosophique has just come onto the market.
By Nicholas Flamel? She leaned forward, all awkwardness
Yes, the rare 1589 Lyon edition. Wemy father and
Ihave been trying to acquire a copy for the Manor library
for years, and... Well, Im going to Paris, tomorrow, to
view it and, if its in good condition, Ill buy itand
I wondered if youd like to come along with me. We could
have lunch afterwards, and then wander past the Bouquinistes.
Hermione felt herself blushing. If the devil himself had devised
a plan to lead her astray, it could not have been better than
this. To browse the magical bookstalls of Paris in the company
of a man sheunexpectedlyfound intellectually stimulating
and sexually exciting, and easy to be with...
What woman wouldnt be tempted by the promise of one perfect
day in Paris?
Of course, he said, misreading her hesitation, if
you already have plans...
It would be wicked to say yes. Malfoy couldnt be
offering her anything more than friendship, since he was already
engaged to be married, but he mustsurelybe aware of
the desire lurking between them? Yes, she was certain shed
seen it in his eyes! But maybe he had somehow cured himselfwith
a cold shower or, perhaps, with one of his potions; she,
on the other hand, was still simmering...
No, it would be shameful to accept his invitation.
Id love to come, she heard herself say.
Great! I have to rush,he finished his drinkMothers
throwing a dinner party and shes roped me in to make the
numbers even. He reached out, and gently touched her hand.
But Ill collect you at ten-thirty tomorrow. Okay?
Um, okay... said Hermione, watching him rush away.
Two days ago
Oh, you slut! said Hermione to the scarlet
woman in the mirror.
As scarlet women went, this one was pale and haggard, probably
because she hadnt slept a wink all night. Hermione considered
using some remedial magic on the dark circles around her eyes,
but her Puritan streak drew the line at piling dishonesty on top
It would only serve her right if Malfoy took one look at her,
decided that he couldnt possibly be seen with her, and called
Oblivious to her panda-eyes, however, Malfoy Apparated her to
the premises of Zacaire et filles, antiquarian booksellers,
and introduced her to one of the Mesdemoiselles Zacaire as a
fellow book lover.
Hermione waited until hed satisfied himself as to the books
authenticity before she asked whether she might examine it herself.
It had been bound with several other alchemical treatises in a
tiny sextodecimo volume. The precious text itself was set
in a fine, French italic, and decorated with floral Initials,
and someonesome ancient alchemist!had meticulously
annotated selected passages, illuminating the more abstruse points
of theory with the fruits of his own labour
Oh! Draco! Oh, Im sorry...
She quickly handed the book back, but he was laughingactually
beaming at her, as though shed just done something
Be so good as to wrap it for us, he said to the bookseller.
Well collect it later this afternoon.
As they left the bookshop, he took Hermiones hand.
They found a delightful little restaurant and, over the meal,
they talked, and Malfoy was charming, and then they walked along
the Left Bank, browsing the second hand bookstalls. They
say that the Seine, he said, is the only river in
the world that runs between two bookshelves.
By the time they reached the Quai Voltaire, Hermione knew that
shed fallen in love.
One day ago
The following day, the proverbial shit hit the fan, but only
Hermione got covered.
Cormac McLaggen, it seemed, had sold his story to
MY SEX-STARVED LIFE
WITH HERMIONE GRANGER
Spotting the headline as she passed a newspaper stand, Hermione
pulled up her scarf and, trying to keep her face hidden, bought
The moment she reached the Ministry, she scurried into the Ladies
loos and, locking herself in a cubicle, sat down to assess the
The story ran to six pages, illustrated with pictures of Cormac
in tight Quidditch leathers and of herself in an old cardigan
and lumpy tweed skirt, suffering from a bad cold.
And, Merlins beard, the text was even worse!
Cormacs lies, skilfully worked into a racy narrative, made
her sound like a psychotic prick-tease.
She sat on the loo seat with her head in her hands. Draco was
already spoken forshe knew that. Her pathetic infatuation
with him could go nowhere.
But it still mattered what he thought of her.
When she finally got to her office, an even bigger shock awaited
I came as soon as I saw it, he said, propelling her
inside and shutting the door behind them. Oh Merlin, Granger,
are you all right?
I... You know... She shrugged.
The bastards! he said. It was the same when
my father was sent to Azkaban. He clenched his fists. Everyone
just assumed that it was true!
Draco... She didnt know what to saydidnt
know how to deal with her own misery, nor with the knowledge that
she had played a part in having Lucius Malfoy put awaydidnt
know how to handle the miserable feeling that, when Draco remembered,
it would drive a wedge between themdidnt know how
she would bear that, because she loved himloved him
more than could possibly be good for her, and
Suddenly, his arms were round her, and he was cradling her against
his chest, and patting her back, and saying, I know, Granger;
I know; I know how you feel...
And she realised that she was cryingsobbing into his immaculate
Look, he said, let me take you home. We can
lock the door, and close the curtains, and watch one of those
dee-vee-dees you were telling me about. I make a mean spicy
pumpkin soupjust the thing to make you feel better...
God, was she tempted!
No, she said. This time she had to resist.
I must face them sooner or later, Draco, and the longer
I leave it, the harder it will be.
She felt him kiss the top of her head, the way a parent might
reward a child for good behaviour. Youre a braver
man than I am, Hermione Granger, he said. Let me take
you down to the Dining Room then. Well have coffee and cakes,
and you can hold your head up high. And if we happen to bump into
McLaggen... Ill be more than happy to hold your handbag
whilst you punch the toe-rags lights out.
Laughter bubbled out of her, and she clung to him, shaking helplessly.
Thats more like it, he whispered.
They didnt bump into McLaggen.
But, after a brief, uncomfortable silence, most of her friends
and many of her acquaintancesincluding Pansy Parkinsoncame
over to tell her that theyd always known that Cormac McLaggen
was a foola prata tosserand that they didnt
believe a word of what hed said about her.
Pansy even added that, in two weeks time, all anyone would
remember about the article was that Hermione had had her own double-page
spread in Witch Weekly...
When, at length, they left the Dining Room, Hermione took Dracos
arm. Thank you, Draco, she said. Having you
there, in my corner... It made everything so much easier.
Standing before the wrought-iron gates of Malfoy Manor, as the
bars contorted themselves into a glowering face that demanded
to know why she was trying to enter, Hermione wondered how coming
to have it out with Draco could possibly have seemed
like a good idea.
But things always looked simpler in the early hours of the morning.
I would like to speak to Draco Malfoy, she said,
politely, and the words had hardly left her lips when, in a swirl
of grey, Draco appeared before her.
Granger! He was smiling. I knew
that something good was going to happen today! Just walk towards
me. The gates wont stop you.
Hermione took a deep breath, and stepped forwards, gasping at
the fleeting sensation of being vaporised as she passed through
the bars. We need to talk, she said.
Dracos smile slipped, but he nodded. The rose garden...
He led Hermione down the gravel driveway, through a gateway in
the yew hedge, and into a courtyard filled with a maze of stone-walled
beds overflowing with fragrant blooms. Hermione took a seat on
one of the walls. Draco sat down beside her, his thigh lightly
There was no easy way to say what needed to be said. Hermione
jumped in at the deep end: Astoria Greengrass, she
What about her?
Shes your fiancée, Draco.
Was, said Draco.
Hermione frowned. Was? She turned
towards him. I dont understand.
She liked to keep me on my toes by breaking off the engagement
every so often, he said. Usually, Id leave it
a few days, then go to her on my knees and beg her forgivenessthough
the confession was always a bit vague, because I never quite knew
what it was I was supposed to have done...
Draco...! Hermione had to bite her lip to
hold back a giggle.
This time, though, I have a better option. He turned
to face her. I do have a better option, dont
Hermiones heart lurched.
Look, Granger, he said, not waiting for an answer,
I was planning to do something more romantic than thisroses,
yes, but in a restaurant, and with a decent bottle of champagne.
Still... He slid down from the wall, and knelt before her.
Hermione Granger, will you do my the honour of dating me,
with a view to getting to know me better, and thenwith a
bit of lucktaking things further?
How much further? she asked. Her mouth was dry.
Oh... YES! she was thinking. But...
But what will Astoria say?
Bugger, I should think. He smirked. Or
the girlie equivalent. Not that she cares for me, Grangerno
more than Ive ever cared for herbut,
from a financial point of view, Im a catch, and will be
from a social point of view, too, if Mothers fund-raising
and Fathers machinations ever get results. But you and I,
Granger, you and I... He patted her knee. Actually,
do you think you could give me an answer, so I can get up off
Hermione found herself smiling. You and I what,
Draco? she asked.
You and I have a shot at living happily ever after, Granger.
Oh, Draco... He made it sound so simple. Im
not exactly good breeding stock.
No, he agreed, but Im sure that what
you lack in pure-blood refinement, youll more than make
up for in Muggle-born vigour. He waggled his eyebrows.
But your parents
Will come around.
What if they dont?
They will. Mothers not going to let Fathers
stupidity keep her away from her grandchildren.
Hermiones heart was pounding. Children?
Am I getting ahead of myself?
She grasped his hands. I love you, she said, simply.
Oh, Hermione Granger. He raised their joined hands
to his lips and kissed her fingers. Then he lifted his head, and
their eyes met, and the chemistry between themthe desiredeep,
and sweet, and achingtransfixed them.
Can we, um...? murmured Hermione.
He Apparated them to his bedroom.
Hermione could feel his erection, pressing against her belly,
and she looked down, and couldnt look awaythough confined
by his trousers, it was jutting out from his body, tenting the
fabric, big and potent, tantalising...
She slid down to her knees and, hands trembling, unbuttoned his
fly and freed it. Oh, she whispered, ohhh, Draco...
She leaned in, and kissed it.
Granger... Draco had spread his legs, and he planted
his hands on his hips and braced himself, which tilted his pelvis,
lifting his cock higher and thrusting it out further...
She wrapped both hands around it and, taking it into her mouth,
she sucked it, and tongued it, loving the way it stiffened in
response, revelling in the sense of accomplishment it gave her.
Her own body was burning with desire, her core yearning to be
filled, her breasts aching to be touched
Wait! croaked Draco. His hands grasped her head.
Youd better stopGranger!if you
want meto make love to youstop...
Reluctantly, Hermione released his cock and, still kneeling,
smiled up at him. He was a wreckhis normally perfect hair
wild, his normally pale face flushed, his normally cool eyes dark
with passionand she grinned with something like triumph.
Oh, fucking hell, Granger! Youre lethal! Clumsily,
he gathered her up, anddisposing of his half-mast trousers
with a wandless Evanesco,he carried her
to the bed and laid her down, scrambling up beside her.
Lovely, lovely Granger... He turned her onto her
What are you...?
Shhh, he whispered, nuzzling her
ear. Trust me...
She heard him pick up something from the bedside table, and pull
out the stopper, and felt his hand slip between her legs and stroke
something cool and slick onto her skinfelt his fingers brush
her inner thighs, part her lips, and gently probe her slit, making
her squirm against the bed, and moan impatiently.
His hands kneaded her buttocks.
Draco, she whispered, oh, pleaseplease,
Keep your legs together...
He straddled her, and lowered himself down upon her, and she
felt his cock nudge itself between her legs, and she shifted her
He pushed himself deep inside her, filling her.
Then his chest was against her back, and his mouth against her
cheek, and he began to move, his thighs flexing beside hers as
he thrust, his big cock driving her out of her mindhe was
over her, around her, inside her, his weight pressing down upon
her, his rhythm dominating her...
Hermione grasped two handfuls of coverlet and, holding on tight,
matched his strokes, her entire world filled with nothing but
relentless fucking. Oh, Draco, she gasped, Draco...
Nnnn, he groaned, rearing up on his hands
and grindingthrusting and grinding, thrusting and grindinguntil,
suddenly, his pace quickened, and his strokes became sharp, and
fast, and frantic.
And Hermione cried out in gratitude, her sobs growing wilder
and wilder until at last they merged together, pouring out of
her in one, long, ecstatic wail of release.
So, she said, leaning over her exhausted lover, is
this still the dating phase, or am I in the getting
to know you phase now?
Draco groaned. Does sex always make you this lively?
I dont know. Ive never had fantastic
sex before. I do hope so... I feel like I could go five rounds
with a heavyweight boxing champion!
Dracos head fell back against the pillow. Merlin,
Ill need to get into training to satisfy you... Or start
abusing Malfoys Potent Potion for Men. He looked
up at her. Youre a revelation, Grangeryou know
that? All those years I thought you were so sweet, a little Miss
Goody Two-shoes! At least Ill have a good story to sell
to Witch Weekly. Insatiable war hero turns tricks
like a hooker.
Have you ever actually had hooker? asked Hermione,
As a matter of fact
Its a sure sign of lying when someone says As
a matter of fact
As a matter of fact, Granger, I have. On my sixteenth
birthday, courtesy of my father. One thousand Galleons-worth of
very high class hooker, to be precise. Or so he claimed.
Hermiones hand, which had been hesitating over his soft
penis, suddenly made up its mind. One thousand Galleons?
Yes, he replied, in a slightly strangled falsetto.
Andandoh, shitoh, Grangeroh, oh,
fuck. Ing. HELL...
Was the hooker worth all that money?
Draco took a deep breath, and let it out slowly before he replied,
at closer to his normal pitch, Nah. Father wasripped
off. She did knowhow to go slow, though...
Hermione curled her fist around his sturdy shaft. Well,
if you want me to learn that, she said, youll
have to let me practise. God, your... Your penis is so...
So... She leaned in, and kissed it, murmuring against its
hardness: Mmmm, its lovely... What do you call
it, Draco? Hm? Your cock? Your dick? Your prick? Your beef bayonet?
She raised her head. Thats a popular term amongst
the armed forces, I believeyour rod? Your pole... Your knob...
Yourwait! I know the perfect name for it! Your middle leg.
She licked it from root to tip, almost finishing him off with
a quick, wet, suck. Youre a well-endowed man,
And youre a minx! And we, he added, are
way past getting to know each other now. Were
ready to take things further.
Hermione sat back on her heels, suddenly serious. Are you
Yes. Of course.
Hermione settled herself more comfortably. I love youIve
no doubts about that, Draco. But sometimes, when I look at you,
I see the boy who wanted Buckbeak killed...
Draco nodded, and replied, very quietly, Im not
that person any more, Granger.
She could see that shed hurt him terriblyand, dear
God, how she wanted to believe him! But that was only half of
the problem. Im still the person who tried
to stop you, Draco.
I know we were on different sides. And I thank Merlin for
Hermione frowned. What do you mean?
It was hard for you Granger, I know that, but at least
you knew you were on the right side. I... He brought
his hand to his face, and covered his eyes. I followed my
father, and served a madman. I saw things... I did things....
He sighed. And, when it was over, I got off scot-freethe
Wizengamot ruled that I was too young to be held accountable;
the Committee for Rebuilding granted me a potions licence... People
buy from me, sell to me, work for me... And Im good at what
I do. He lifted his hand, and looked up at her. You
grow up. Life changes you. Its like a kind of alchemy
Hermione could bear it no longer. She leaned down, and kissed
him, letting him feel just how much she loved him, and
wanted to be with him.
When, at last, she pulled away, Draco drew her back again and,
slowly and thoroughly, returned the kiss.
Wow, she said, softly. Then she grinned. Can
we have some more fantastic sex now?
That depends, said Draco, pretending to think about
it. How much do you charge?
A thousand Galleons a night, she replied, without
missing a beat. But breakfast is included.