Opposites Attracted

Draco:

He walked side by side down the halls of Malfoy Manor with a mudblood, a girl he both despised and admired. He refrained himself from staring at her, from endorsing himself in her features and breathing in her scent. She was perfect in every wrong way, perfect in the worst Earth shattering way possible. The doors to the dining room were open and the quiet chatter of the occupants flowed out. As the two strode in the chatter muted, Draco prayed that Theo could behave himself long enough to get through a meal.

“Evening ladies, gentleman.” he greeted those already sitting at the table. Daphne suppressed her smile, shooting Draco a knowing look. Out of everyone it was her that could see through the walls of occlumency he’d so painstakingly built over the years.

“I am most certainly bringing out the good wine since we have a guest,” Daphne stood offering a warm smile towards Granger, “You can take my seat, I’ll be back in a sec!”

“Oh, sure. Thank you,” Her small voice chirped with uncertainty, he glanced down to see the rosy colored blush flourish on her chest.

They took their seats at the table just in time for dinner to appear. Daphne poured everyone a generous glass and sat down immediately resuming her conversation with Pansy. He watched as Hermione observed the table, lip gently tucked in between her teeth.

“So, Hermione. You left the order three years ago? What have you been doing this whole time?” Daphne offered the piece of conversation, never able to sit in silence.

“Uh um, well mostly just wandering and hiding for the last couple months. Nothing permanent. I was at a refugee hospital for a while but they were absorbed by the order after about a year and a half so I left. Muggles that were displaced and stuff not a part of the order or anything.” He watched as she explained, focused on the conversation more than he ever had before. She brought the wine chalice to her mouth taking a small sip of the liquid. “But yeah, I mostly just traveled around with other strays, that's what we called ourselves, we are in between I guess. Never in one place for too long though.”

“Are there many? Strays I mean,” Draco brought his own glass to his lips, allowing himself to indulge himself in her eyes.

“Not really, everyone knew everyone kinda. Maybe a couple hundred of us. Some left to the order, some to the dark lord. Some are still out there I guess. When you found me I was traveling with a girl named Jessica.” Hermione made eye contact with him, those deep caramel eyes sucking him in, melting the ice around his heart second by second. He tore himself away picking at his meal.

“I don’t think we’ve ever come across a stray,” he said simply, trying to shake off her compulsion.

“I’ve come across snatchers, mostly when in Scotland and southern England. At the start it was easy to fight them off but I guess the elements got the best of me.” He watches as she tucked her elbows into her sides as if to cover the ribs that didn’t poke out anymore. A frown hung on his lips.

“Oh I couldn’t imagine the things you would’ve gone through out there.” Daphne’s smile faltered, “Well, how do you like Mippy’s cooking? She's quite good.” forcing the subject change.

“Yes, it’s quite nice. Definitely a welcome change.” Hermione sliced into her food attempting to take a mouthful.

“So-”

“Daph, can you let the girl eat,” Draco said simply, plastering a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Fine, Theo how was your day then baby,” They indulged themselves in conversation.

The meal finished uneventfully, Nott managed to keep his mouth shut for the most part.

“Granger, will you come to my office? We have work to do.” he stood offering his hand to her.

“Yeah you have work to do,” Theo said sarcastically, flaying his hands in air quotes.

Draco shook his head, helping Granger up from her chair and leading her out of the dinning hall. He wondered if he didn’t let go of her hand if she would pull away? He softened his grip, holding her warm palm in his as they walked to the tower.

“So, what are we working on today?” Hermione asked, rolling her neck on her shoulders.

“Our first plan of action,” They’d reached the office, he opened the door with a short flick.

He pulled out the plans, finding the particular paper he was after.

“Nagini is too close to him first so we have to find that diadem.” He scanned the pages of notes on the last two horcruxes remaining.

“It was meant to be kept at Hogwarts, but we couldn’t find it.” She sat on the chair across from him.

“So that's the first place we look then, shall we leave in the morning or do you want to leave after Christmas? The snow isn't due to stick till Friday.” he glanced up at her, begging himself to be strong enough to get through this meeting.

“Tomorrow is fine, how are we getting there?” She grabbed a piece of parchment and started listing places the diadem could be.

“Broom, floo is too obvious. Any other questions?” Her top showed her figure a bit too well for his liking, well he liked it. But now it was distracting. She was like a drug, you can’t escape her, she is all consuming. As she nodded her head, small curls fell across her face.
“Can I stop taking the anti-magic? I mean I'm on your side now.” She continued to read and re read the notes for their mission, her lip caught delicately between her teeth.

“Whatever you want sweetheart, promise.” she didn’t reply, eyes fluttering beneath her lashes flicking from her paper, him and the floor.

“Granger.” he couldn’t do it anymore, it was tearing him apart at the seams he had to know he had to find out what she thought of him, of her, of the kiss, for real this time. Their actions and words over the last few weeks told a confusing story. They were friends, he thought. Civil and leading an unknowing war, friends that tell each other vulnerable things, friends that kissed… and slept in each others arms. She nodded her head at her name with a small hm.

“Granger, look at me.” His voice was far too stern, too abrasive.

Her head popped up.

“Granger what if I said that if you keep biting that fucking lip of yours I'm going to come over there and see what that's all about since you love doing it so much.” He watched her carefully, observing her reaction to his words, her jaw had fallen open, her lips slightly parted, caramel eyes burning into his.

Hermione:

He wanted to do what? Words failed her as she looked at the boy in front of her. Only he wasn’t a boy anymore. He wasn’t Malfoy anymore, the boy who teased her relentlessly, the boy who called her a mudblood for the first time, the boy who tried to kill Dumbledore. He was Draco, and Draco was kind, and held her, Draco cared. Without another word from either of them, Hermione closed her mouth, picking up her lip between her teeth, eyes watching the muscles in Draco's jaw tense.

“I meant it, Granger.” The tension in the room was thick, heavy almost. Oxygen seemed to deplete between them.

“So do I, Draco.” She couldn’t get the words out, it was barely a whisper.

Her eyes followed him as he stood, walking around the desk in two short strides. He towered over her, before dropping himself to his knees, beside her. One hand wrapped around the chair legs, spinning it to face him effortlessly. Her skin burned, blush covering her cheeks and chest, her breath caught in her throat as he took a hand to her ankle, holding her down as if she was about to float away. She couldn’t feel his rings, which usually pressed their cold metal and burned into her skin.

“You are the object of everything I should despise, the bane of my existence. Instead you make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling,” His voice shook, ever so slightly. His blue eyes begged her to respond.

“This is wrong,” She stated, gripping the hem of her shirt to conceal her shaking hands.

“But does it feel right, Granger, does it?” His grip tightened on her ankle, his other hand gripping the chair.

“No, everything inside me tells me that I should run, hide, get away from you but I don’t want to for all the wrong reasons.” Draco leaned his forehead to her knee, she could feel his warm breath against her leg. She watched his shoulders rise and fall with each breath.

“So what would be the right reasons to not run, hm?” His head was still bowed to her knee, his voice was coarse.

“The plan would be the right reason, but instead I want you.” His blue eyes met hers, they were full of desire, passion, feeling. He didn’t look heartless, or scary.

She reached her hand out, hesitated for half a second before dragging her nails through his hair. A low growl rose from his throat, he gazed up at her.

He dragged himself back to his feet, holding his hand out to her, “Come for a walk.”

“O-okay,” Her thoughts bounced around in her head, trying to decipher what in the fuck was going on.

They walked hand in hand to Hermione's room, he overtook her opening the door and entering the room. He grabbed her coat from their broom ride, swinging it around her shoulders and catching her hand again. They continued their walk out of the manor to the garden. They entered the maze wordlessly.

“Where are we going?” She shivered, the wind proving winter was settling in.

“You’ll see sweetheart.” He didn’t look at her, just continued to walk around.

Hermione gazed up at the stars, “Orion's belt,” she pointed out. Draco followed her finger nodding at her findings. She smiled, she liked that she didn’t feel like a know-it-all, she didn’t feel embarrassed for knowing things about everything. Ever since she was a child she sucked up information like it was food and she was starving. Anything to help her create logical explanations for everything, to cease the anxiety that set itself in her bones before she even knew what that feeling was.

“Granger, we leave in the morning so I wanted to give you this before we left.”

“Oh, you didn’t get me a Christmas gift did you?” She watched as he grabbed something from his pocket, producing a small green velvet box.

“Open it.” He held it out to her.

She opened it to his signet ring, attached on a thin silver chain.

“Why are you giving me this?” Her brows furrowed with confusion.

“It’s a portkey, it’ll take you to a Malfoy safehouse. One the dark lord doesn’t know about. Just you and I.” He gestured for her to hand it to him. His hand landed on her shoulder spinning her around as he clasped the jewelry around her neck.

She shivered as the cold metal touched her skin.

“Cold?” He asked as his brows knitted together.

“It’s not too bad.” she replied, swallowing her nervousness.

“Here,” Draco casted a warming charm around her, fighting off the nip of the cold wind before wrapping his arms around her shoulders pulling her to his chest. Securing her there, it wrapped her in safely, warmth, feeling that she craved. He let out a long breath before continuing, “Will you do me the honor of letting me kiss you again Granger? Because for all that is holy I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore.”

“Please.” Was all she could manage.

His hand dragged up the nape of her neck and into the back of her hair securing her head in position, her legs started to dissolve into jelly as his other arm moved to hold her up by her waist. His lips were turning blue from the cold, as they pressed to hers they felt like ice. Warmth flowed freely through her veins, his lips disrupted something inside of her. Something different, something real. They stood there, in the maze, pressed against one another without another worry in the world. Everything around them melted away into nothingness, nothing else mattered but them in that moment.

Draco broke the kiss but didn’t release her, “We leave in the morning, it’s getting late, you must be tired.”

“Not tired at all,” she stated, standing for herself now.

“Okay then you need to pack.” He told her, a small smirk playing on his face.

“No I don’t you probably have that organized already. I thought I was a control freak, then I met you.” She smiled back at him, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

“And you’re a smart arse,” He glanced down at her, a proper crooked smile plastered across his face.

Together they walked back to the manor, Hermione glanced up at the many windows finding the eyes of Daphne Nott. She stopped walking, making eye contact with the girl watching them from above before Draco moved her along.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine, let's go inside.” She sighed.

They walked together to Hermione’s room, “I think we should go over the plan one more time.” she caught her lip nervously.

Before she could even blink, Draco's mouth caught hers, softly but the kiss radiated down her spine, sending shivers to places she hadn’t thought about in years. A foreign but familiar feeling arose in her stomach. His forehead pressed against hers as he pushed her further into the room shutting the door with his wand.

“Draco,”

“Yes sweetheart?” His voice pulsated in her skull.

“Kiss me again.” She glanced at him through her lashes, her bravery sparking through the walls of ice that war had built around her Gryffindor heart.

He responded with another kiss, this one was urgent, like he needed it to stay alive. The coat fell to the floor unwanted, a hand grabbed her chin coaxing her mouth closer to his. Another pressed against her lower back, pushing her body closer, pushing their bodies into one like the last piece of a puzzle. He pulled away, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“Careful Gryffindor,” he groaned, the sweet sound of his voice forcing a moan from her throat. This time she closed the distance perching herself on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

He groaned again, running a hand across her behind and resting it on the back of her thigh. He leaned over picking her up, sliding his arm across sitting her on his forearm.

“This is so wrong,” he said, walking her to her bed.

“But it feels so right, right?” She smiled down at him.

He placed her on her bed, placing himself between her thighs, “Right.”

Draco cupped her face, kissing her so softly, like a breath of fresh air.

“Draco” Hermione breathed, she didn’t know how to admit her needs.

“Yes?” He tucked a loose curl behind her ear.

“Can you stay? Tonight?” She averted his eyes, leaning into him resting her head on his shoulder.

“Whatever you want from now on, that’s what I promised is it not?” She felt him shift to try to look at her, he untangled himself from her, taking off his shoes he flopped himself on ‘his’ side of the bed. Draco splayed an arm out waiting for her to crawl into it.

Hermione accepted the offer, crawling into his embrace, weight she didn’t know was there lifted from her shoulders the moment they were again intertwined. She faced him, soaking in every delicate feature of his face, every wrinkle and imperfection, every hair.

“What's this?” he murmured, swiping his finger over her throat.

She knew what he was talking about, a small scar no bigger than a grain of rice.

“That’s from Bellatrix.” she whispered remembering her first time in the manor.

“Oh,” he frowned, he lifted his head, leaning into her neck and placing a small kiss on the scar.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath, there's no reason a simple kiss should make her stomach flutter like that.

“Oh?” He cocked a brow up looking at her, a boyish crooked smile looked back at her.

He placed another kiss on the corner of her jaw, sending electricity through her. She caught the small moan in her throat, biting her bottom lip instead.

“I thought I said I would see what that's all about if you did it again.” His jaw was tense, he was tensed under her palms, as if he was roping in his impulses to keep them at bay.

“Draco, relax.” She pressed her palms into his chest, her fingertips drawing small circles across his scars.

“I can’t, fuck, I want to stay here tonight but I don’t know how I am meant to keep my hands to myself when you look so,” He blew out a breath, running a hand over his eyes, pressing a finger into each temple.

“I look like what?” She was confused now, she thought he maybe liked her. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he just liked her brain, her obedience, maybe this was all about the plan, maybe he never cared.

The anxiety creeped up, lodging itself into every fold of her brain. Flowing into her spine, infecting her chest. She tried to suck in the breath, but only a strange gargle came out instead. Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes.

Draco growled “Delectable,” he looked down at her brow furrowed. “Hey, what’s wrong baby.”

“Nothing, no I just. Nothing, I'm okay.” She tried to give him a convincing smile, he’d called her delectable and called her baby? Can someone lie about that?

“You don’t believe me, do you sweetheart.” He brushed a thumb over her cheek, his voice barely a whisper.

“I don’t know, you’re just you, I think I guess I got scared.” she admitted, attempting to sink herself into the bed further to escape the shame she felt.

“Granger, you are beautiful. You were never ugly, if anyone ever truly thought you were they’re pretty fucking blind because you are the most attractive person in all of England. You're so much more than that brilliant mind of yours, it’s just a shame that you don’t think so. If you did you would have men on their knees for you left and right. Fuck, I'd get on my knees for you.” He said it with urgency, he said it with feeling.

Hermione replied with a kiss, her hand dropping to his waistband. She kept it there, attempting to convey her message.

“Granger, use your words sweetheart.” He kissed her again, running his tongue across her bottom lip burning fire across her body, winding up the pressure in her stomach.

Hermione grabbed the collar of his shirt as if she was going to fall over, “I want you, Draco.”

She breathed in a moan as his hands began freely exploring her body. He leaned into her more, lifting his middle and sliding one of her legs under him until he was on top of her. She brushed a piece of his hair back.

His hand tangled itself in her hair, “Tell me to stop if it’s too much okay?” He placed a kiss on one cheek, then the other, “Okay?”

“Yes, Okay, promise.” She needed him to touch her, she needed him.

The hand in her hand pulled her head back exposing her neck for his exploration, he left a trail of small kisses, before leaving small bites the pain swirled away by his tongue. Hermione moaned as he hit her pulse point, her chest rising against the pleasure.

“Let me hear you sweetheart.” he cooed.

Everything he did melted her into nothingness, melted her into a puddle of pleasure. His fingertips played with the hem of shirt, just above her breasts. Hermione opened her eyes now, to find his silver eyes eating her alive. She gave him a small nod, within the second he was placing kisses along the neckline, his free hand tugged at the fabric, ripping it and allowing him to play with her full breast. Moans released from her body as he sucked up a hard nipple.

“Mhm,” He moaned against her nipple.

Draco dragged his hands down to her jeans, unbuttoning them, slipping them down her legs. He released her nipple, watching his own fingers trace patterns and down her stomach and thighs sending sparks of electricity through her veins. Draco grabbed the scraps of her shirt, dismissing them to the floor.

Hermione's fingers found his shirt buttons, eager to make more contact with him, eager to be closer to him.

“It’s not a pretty site, sweetheart.” He frowned, catching her hand and holding it close to his chest. She could feel the raised scars pressing into her palm as his hands retreated.

“I think you’re handsome Draco,” She frowned along with him. He was handsome, he was muscular, but the seeker build hadn’t left him. His skin was pristine, his lashes and brows framed his features perfectly. Just his eyes by themself were beautiful. There wasn’t a person on Earth that could deny that he was a work of art, a sculpture that belonged in a museum.

He bent his head closer to her, kissing her softly, a thank you of his own accord. He released her hand but watched her carefully as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes lit up with wonder as his pale skin was releveled, she traced her fingertips along the ridges of his scars. Some she knew about, from Harry during their last year at Hogwarts. Others were newer, fading bruises covering his chest.

Hermione tucked her head down, placing soft kisses on the middle of his chest. She heard him sigh, kissing her hair.

“You are too perfect, too good for someone like me.” His eyes were sad.

“I’m not any better than you are.” Hermione pouted.

“How so Miss Granger?” His head tilted like a dog in wonder.

“We’ve both killed people, we’ve both done terrible things, you said it yourself we are more alike than you think.” She placed a palm on his chest.

“We are still opposites, we are still so different.” He tucked a curl behind her ear.

“Maybe opposites attract then,” She offered him a smile.

He pounced on her, taking her lips in his, engulfing her. They moved together, in sync, on the complete same wavelength. Bodies together, flowing together like water. Her hands traveled freely across his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, lips parting only long enough to slide it down his arms. She gasped against his lips feeling his hard length pressed against her, her hips jerked in anticipation. Draco groaned at the friction.

“Are you sure baby,” He groaned at her, releasing his hands from her body. She nods, curls bunching around her face.

Draco kissed her again, kissing her neck, nipping at her earlobe, pushing himself lower, placing soft kisses down her body. He slid his arm under her hips, picking her up just enough to peel the underwear from her body.

Her arousal had grown to a point that she’d never experienced. Her clit throbbed with excitement, begging for attention. Draco dipped his head down, close but not close enough.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me sweetheart,” He looked into her eyes now, he looked almost primal. Almost animalistic.

He placed a finger against her nub, flicking it slowly across the surface, he placed soft kisses across her inner thighs. The band in her stomach slowly winded itself up, she fought the instinct to buck her hips into his mouth. His kisses slid closer and closer to her center before she earnt the contact. He sucked her nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue in every which way until her legs began to shake.

Hermione cried out in moans, the pleasure flowing into her body gracefully. Her head hit the pillow, his hands pushing her hips into the mattress keeping her where he needed her. She felt his fingers teaser her opening, he pushed it in slowly, feeling it push in and out of her, small twitches into just the right spot. The elastic in her stomach was pulled taunt threatening to snap at any moment.

“Come for me sweetheart,” She felt his warm breath on her, the sound of his voice sending her over the edge. The band snapped sending shockwaves through every cell of Hermione's body, he moaned into her. Her fingers tangled into the sheets, her breaths pacing out of her lungs.

“You are so beautiful darling,” he withdrew the finger from her, placing soft kisses around her.

He pulled himself up, pulling her back to his chest, “are you okay baby?”

“Never better,” She breathed.

Hermione was eager to repay the favor, her orgasm gave her a new sense of bravery. She pushes herself down against him.

“Hm Granger be careful, I am not always gentle.” he groaned against her hair.

She pushed her ass against him again, batting her lashes up at him innocently.

“Remember what I said Granger, tell me when to stop. Three taps okay?” He rubbed her breast, twiddling her nipple between his fingers.

“Mhm,” she moaned.

His hand found her throat grabbing each side, she moaned in response. She felt him move, sliding off the rest of his clothes. His skin was cool against her, cooling her warm skin. He lifted her, angling her ass towards him. She felt his tip against her entrance, she sucked in a breath as he entered her. The sweet pain of his cock flourished, her walls contracted against him.

“Fuck you’re tight sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing his fingers into her hip, burying himself into her.

She reached up, grabbing ahold of his arm digging her nails into his arm. He set the rhythm, pumping himself in and out of her, the elastic band in her stomach pulling itself tighter and tighter. He grunted, sweat sliding off the pair of them, the salty fluid dripping across her breasts as he fucked her. The band snapped, her walls trapping him in. Waves of pleasure radiating through her, his movements became sloppy in response as his own band began to break.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetheart,” He withdrew himself, hot liquid poured onto her skin.

His head dropped against her, before he drew his wand casting a evanesco vanishing the mess.

He wrapped her up into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before drifting off to sleep. Some time passed before Hermione untangled herself from the mess of limbs, wrapping herself in a robe and grabbing parchment and a quill.

Hermione entered the kitchen just after midnight, the elves were asleep and so should everyone else in the manor. She sat at the kitchen island with a glass of wine and began to write.

There is absolutely no universe where I ever thought I'd be falling so hard and fast for the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. But here I am in his kitchen and we just had sex. It was strange. I’ve never felt anything like that before, I felt adored, like the most important and perfect girl in the world. Like no one else mattered but him and me, like we were the only two people in the world. It was good, I felt good and I think he did too. I felt like the priority and as much as I don’t want to compare, Ron never made me feel that way. Not emotionally, not physically. It was always mediocre. But whatever I just experienced was an outer body experience, I dunno. 

It’s strange, living here, living with these people. I mean I like everyone well enough. Theo is funny, Daphne is gorgeous and very sweet. Pansy and Blaise are as they always have been since school. Maybe not as mean, war shows you things about yourself you never wanted to admit. Maybe that's an explanation. I don’t know what I’m doing honestly, the plan is scary but I don’t have a choice to back out now. I never really did, did I? But I cannot be mad at it, the war has gone on far too long. There's only one way out of it and I think this plan will work. I pray to God it does.

I hope to find Jessica after Christmas, when we get back from Scotland. I just hope she’s okay

.Hermione J Granger.