Good Boy
“Draco I’m coming!” Hermione moaned in his ear as he fucked her into the mattress. Her nails dug into his back. Stinging painfully good. “That’s it, Love. Come with me.” He grunted.
They both released at the same time when suddenly the image of her under him disappeared.
He woke up panting. Sweaty, painfully aroused, and sticky. It was just a dream.
Again.
Third time this week that he’s come in his sleep dreaming of her. He wanted to see her already. Summer was difficult.
He’s at the age where he feels the need to touch himself daily. Having the girl of his dreams tease him doesn’t help his imagination.
His godfather caught him on his way back to the Slytherin common room that night. Told him his thoughts were “loud”. He suggested he learn occlumency. He finally agreed with Snape about something. What if someone went into his mind and found out about his feelings for Hermione?
He started learning that very summer.
Ever since that night at the lake all he could do was fist himself and remember. She left her blanket and he took it. He hugs it every night. Her scent lingers on it.
He thinks of her every waking moment.
He’s not a creep! He loves her so much it hurts. He needs something of her at all times. She tends to leave stuff everywhere she goes.
He’ll admit he’s taken a few hair clips, hair ties, quills. He’s even collected a few strands of hair that have fallen onto her desk at the library.
Ok so maybe one time he asked Pansy to polyjuice herself as Granger to “practice” talking to her. Of Course she said no. Didn’t hurt to try. He’s just a man!
It was still early morning but he couldn’t go back to sleep. His father was taking him to the Quidditch World Cup. And he was sitting with the Minister for Magic! How could she not want him? If she wanted to go to the finals he’d take her. He’d book the stadium so they could be alone. Anything she wanted!
But that’s why he loved her. She doesn’t want his wealth. She would learn to love him for him and not what's in his vault. And she will learn. He’ll please her so well in all the ways he can so that she won’t deny him.
He told his elves to press his finest suit. She might see him in the papers sitting next to the minister, he has to look his best.
He was eating breakfast with his Mother when he heard whispers coming from he study. His father was arguing through the floo.
“Draco darling, you haven’t touched your tea.”
“Apologies Mother, I have lost my appetite. Who is father speaking to?”
Narcissa’s smile faltered. “Darling, why don’t you finish getting ready.” Draco kissed his mother’s cheek and left the room. He could hear his father and he was growing more curious.
He went up to the door down the hall and pressed his ear to it.
“How can I show him I am still loyal to him!?”
His father sounded desperate. What is he talking about?
“You have failed him, Lucius!”
“We can show him we are still his, Crouch!”
Crouch?
“The World Cup! We can prove our loyalty. Kill the muggles, the supporters, anyone in the way. Send the word to the others.”
What the fuck! He knew his father was into some sketchy things but killing muggles?! He was sick. He imagined his girl at the other end of his fathers wand.
He hated him. He would never approve of his love for a muggleborn girl.
But what could he do? Nothing. His father does as he pleases. Always. He is a Malfoy of course.
Mippy, his mother’s house elf popped next to him and startled him.
“Salazar Mippy!”
“Mippy apologizes, master Draco.”
He shushed the elf.
“The missus says master Draco is to be going to the drawing room. The Portkey awaits, sir.”
“Right of course.” The noise from his father’s study quieted. He heard a crack of apparition from the study into the drawing room. He ran towards the room.
“Draco.”
“Father.”
The tension was palpable. He knew Draco was snooping.
“I like to have private conversations in my own home.”
Draco said nothing.
They touched a gold coin and portkeyed away.
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Hermione did not like quidditch. But, the burrow was cozy. Ginny was a great friend, and Molly’s food was too good to pass up on.
That’s why she found herself up early in the morning getting ready for the Quidditch World Cup finals. Harry had been having nightmares. Ron…is Ron. She’ll admit she had a bit of a crush on him. But he's just so…unserious? She doesn't have a word for it.
She pinned a curl behind her ear and her thoughts were interrupted.
She remembered her interaction with Malfoy. Stupid really. She doesn’t know what overcame her when she did that. She blushed a little at the thought of it. No, she wasn’t attracted to him. He just pissed her off so much she did insane things. Things that she later regrets.
He wants her to touch him, give him attention. He’s an idiot. He’s such a prat. He thinks he can just have whatever he wants, no questions. She would have to make her intentions clear once classes start. She doesn’t want him. End of story.
When they arrived at the stadium it was like she manifested him. Of Course he would be here! The look on his face was pure fear. Like he’d seen a ghost. Maybe her actions scared him off. Thank Merlin!
But it was weird, he was pale. He looked like he was going to be sick. Then he spotted Harry. His face changed. His usual sneer plastered there.
“Don’t boast Draco.” His father poked him with his cane. “There’s no need with these people.” He drawled.
Hermione remembered herself then. She stared him in the eye and grimaced. He stood there frozen while his father walked away. For some reason she too stayed frozen.
Everyone else had made their way to the stands.
“You have to leave.” He cut off the staring contest.
“Huh?” Out of all the things she thought he’d say, that was not one of them. She guessed maybe he was back to his old ways. That whole thing at the lake must’ve been a crazy dream.
“You- you have to leave. I heard it. I heard my father say- they’re planning something. Something terrible. Death eaters-“
“DRACO!” his father yelled somewhere distantly and he jumped. He gave her one last pleasing look before he ran off.
Ginny came back down at that moment. “Mi, there you are! Why are you still here?”
“Sorry Gin. I had to use the loo.” Ginny made a “yeah sure ok” kind of face but didn’t question her. They went and took their seats.
Malfoy’s warning burned in her mind. Death eaters? Something terrible? He was warning her of an attack. Is you know who back? She can’t tell Harry, he was having so much fun.
Fuck, why is she even believing the git. Maybe it’s another part of his sick game.
She watched the game but couldn’t focus as she kept remembering Malfoy’s words.
The game ended. Ireland won, she thinks. She wasn’t really paying attention. The whole Malfoy warning had her startled.
“I’m- I’m going to use the uh- loo. I’ll be right back.” She yelled as everyone made their way out of the stand and to their tents.
She needed to find him and question him. Suddenly a large bang came from the tents. Everything happened quickly. Screaming, curses flying, children crying. She was lost in the crowd when an arm grabbed her.
It was Malfoy. He was frantic. He grabbed her and apperated her into the woods.
“Stay here. I’ll come back when it’s over. I’m sorry.” He looked as if he was going to cry.
“Malfoy how did you-”
“I’ve had private tutors teach me all sorts of advanced magic since before we started at Hogwarts, it’s illegal, yes. But you’d be surprised what money and power can get you at the Ministry.” he said quickly.
“Figures.” She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t leave, please.” He cast a notice me not on her and disapperated with a crack.
She didn’t have time to say anything. She didn’t know where she was, so she just had to trust him. Which was very hard.
About 15 minutes passed by when she saw something green in the sky. Morsmordre. It was in fact a death eater attack. What is going on? Are the Malfoy’s involved?!
Draco came back. He looked relieved that she was still there. “I’m sorry.” He fell to his knees. He looked tired. “I heard my father speaking via floo of the attack. I didn’t know you would be here. I couldn’t stop him. Your friends-“
“HARRY! She reacted immediately. Harry, Ron, everyone else was down there when it happened.
“Are safe. I checked in on them when it started.”
She remembered who she was talking to and backed up.
“You! Your father! All of you, you’re disgusting!” She spat at him.
“I swear to you if I could stop it I would’ve!” He pleaded.
Her anger subsided a little when she remembered he did save her life. He did keep her friends safe. Allegedly. But she was still so angry and afraid.
“Why did they-”
“My father, he is not on good terms with…him. He is trying to gain his trust back.”
“Innocent people Malfoy! You saved me, what about all those muggles!”
“I know, I’m sorry. He didn’t let me leave!”
She felt pity suddenly. He knew what would happen and couldn’t stop it. He would most likely be punished for it. Without thinking she ran her fingers into his blonde hair.
He leaned into it. He placed his cheek to her stomach. He was still kneeled in the ground. She shuddered at the contact. Perhaps it was the adrenaline.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
He quietly sobbed into her shirt. And wrapped his arms around her. She pulled him up by the collar.
“Never apperate me again.” She said as she smoothed out where she was just pulling.
“Yes- O-okay.”
She stared into his eyes and came to a decision. She would try this game out. Maybe it’ll ease her tension, keep her mind off of the horrors around her.
She tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and brought him to face level. He allowed it ofcourse. Closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.
“Good?” She asked into his ear.
“Yes.” He said breathlessly in her ear. His breath was hot on her neck. His heart was beating furiously.
“Good boy.” She barely whispered. You’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention. His knees seemed like they were about to give out and he shuddered.
“Take me to the stands.”
With a crack he dropped her off and disapperated quickly knowing they can’t be seen together.
She wanted to throw up. She’d only read of this form of transportation. It felt horrible. He wasn’t legally allowed to even do it yet but he did it with ease like second nature. What other secrets is he hiding?
Malfoy was now at the forefront of her mind.
She was curious to explore this dynamic.