Slut!
Hermione-Slut!
Everyone wants him
That was my crime
The wrong place at the right time
And I break down, then he's pullin' me in
In a world of boys, he's a gentleman
Got lovestruck, went straight to my head
Got lovesick, all over my bed
Love to think you'll never forget
We'll pay the price, I guess
But if I'm all dressed up
They might as well be looking at us
If they call me a slut
You know it might be worth it for once
And if I'm gonna be drunk
I might as well be drunk in love
When she officially moved out of Theo and Harry’s place she was going to have to steal this mirror. It was a good mirror, don’t get her wrong, but the thievery would be more along the lines of sentimental means than the making of a good product. The wood carved mirror had seen her in multiple states through the past few months.
First when she had been mentally depleted with eyebags as purple as grapes, then when she had stared at herself with red rimmed eyes and swollen lips as she mourned her life the past couple years and the betrayal of her best friend. The mirror had witnessed good points in her life though, too. She had stared at herself, seeing determination to get her life back together flare back up. Color had returned to her face, mirth and excitement danced in her eyes now.
And most importantly, this mirror had seen her get ready multiple times before any outings with her favorite blondes. So as she got herself ready for the French Ministries Annual Winter Gala, Hermione decided she would be committing the low grade crime of theft. She smiled at herself in the mirror, shaking off any jitters before applying a final coat of a rust brown lipstick.
While Hermione had managed to get her hair slightly under control over the years (she quite loved its unruliness, thank you very much), she was grateful Narcissa had shown her a few charms for updo’s. With the flick and twist of her wand, her curls had managed themselves into a loose chignon. Elegant, yet simple so her dress could be the true show of the night.
As she stepped into her dress, Hermione silently prepared herself for everything to come. She couldn’t pinpoint what would be the main focus for tonight, her dress or the arm she would be escorted on. Normally, Hermione would think it extremely narcissistic to think that everyone would be looking at her and Draco tonight, but when she truly broke it down, she wasn’t sure she was being dramatic enough.
They’d be hearing it from both sides, but she had promised herself that it wouldn’t let either of them stop their relationship like it had last time. They could argue that they had needed more time, and while there was evidence to back that argument up (ie:a secret betrothal contract), it definitely was the wrong place at the right time.
After the war had been a crucial time and they had silently helped each other without ever asking anything in return, if they had had privacy then and not been at Hogwarts…well they would never know. But now, she couldn’t conjure up a better place and there was no time like now to debut their unlikely relationship.
Taking in her reflection, she swallowed down thoughts of being called names that she was sure would make themselves known to her sooner or later. While Draco would be deemed a blood traitor by the morning (the pureblood community had never disbanded like teenage Hermione had naively hoped), she would be deemed not only a mudblood by them, but a death eater whore by the rest of Wizarding England.
Slipping on her matching plumb colored heels, Hermione had to thank Merlin and Morgana both that the French couldn’t really give less than a fuck about blood purity. The progressive wizarding society most likely wouldn’t bat an eye at them, the French wizarding press did a great job at keeping both Harry and Draco’s names out of the papers when it came to their auror work.
No, she wasn’t personally worried about the French society tonight, but The Daily Prophet had somehow weasled their way into covering higher French events in the past couple years, the winter gala being on their list this year. It was a risky move, announcing their relationship and thus giving away where she had slipped off to, but she was tired of feeling like they were sneaking around.
Hermione wanted people to know who she was with, she wanted to be proud of the small but happy life she was growing with Draco. And so she’d pay the price of being ridiculed, one that Draco might or might not pay with her, but it wouldn’t matter either way because she knew he’d be by her side. It was largely known that in the Pureblood circles Draco was wanted, and that would be her crime that she’d gladly be charged for.
There was a small knock on her door before it opened, Draco entering with a hand over his eyes. “Can I look yet?” he asked, a small playful smile playing on his lips.
She walked closer to him and pulled his hand away, “It’s a gala, not a wedding. You can see me in my dress, you goof”
“So you admit you want to marry me someday?” Draco smirked as he looked her up and down. “You look absolutely stunning. Mum did amazing” he dropped a kiss to her lips and she ran her finger over his mouth to wipe the small stain from her lipstick.
“I suppose you clean up quite nicely” Hermione said, appreciatively taking in his suit so blue that it was almost black and his perfectly tousled hair. “Also, how do you know I didn’t pick this out?” she said, switching from lustful to pretend-stomping her foot in a feigned offense.
His smirk just widened and all it made her want to do was pull him back down to her. “Because you’ve never worn anything this color, though you absolutely should”
“The court will take it into consideration” Hermione shrugged, handing Draco her matching shawl and letting him drape it over her shoulders.
“Will the court be so kind as to let me be her escort tonight?” he extended his arm out and she had to wonder when she had gotten so lovestruck in the head.
“Mmm” she said, pondering, “I suppose the court will allow this motion” Hermione said, before linking her body with his. They started down the stairs, voices from the living room floating towards them.
“Tonight could blow right up in your face” she whispered, finally letting her worries out.
Draco stopped, a few steps from the bottom, and looked at her. “Do you think this is a mistake?”
Hermione chewed her lip, “I don’t want you to think it is” she shifted, the silk of her dress running smoothly across her thighs.
“But do you think it is?” he asked, his face blank and his body stiff.
“No, I- I know with the twins and everything that it will probably be a bit overwhelming and I just wanted you to know you don’t have to do this. I mean I’m not saying to do it anyways-” her ramblings stopped with another kiss from Draco, this one going from sweet to demanding in nature. One that had they not been steps away from company, she would’ve been begging to be pushed up against a wall.
Draco pulled away and she wanted to whine at the loss of contact, “Hermione, are you going to let others' opinions end this thing between us?”
Her answer was the one she had promised to herself just earlier in the evening, “Well no but-”
“Then there is no but” he cut her off. “I don’t think you realize how much of a lovesick pygmy puff you’ve turned me into. I said thank you to someone the other day, Hermione. Thank you, for Salazar’s sake!” he half yelled, his hands slightly waving around in emphasis.
“Well really those are basic manners so I’m not apologizing for that, mister” she poked him in the chest, some of the weight coming off her chest. He wrapped his hand around hers and held it to his beating heart.
“And I’m not asking you to. I’m proud of how far I’ve come since our school days, but Hermione you make me better in ways I can’t comprehend. A few mean words won’t change that. If anyone should be backing out of this it’s you” Draco intoned, his words sweet but his face slightly morose.
Hermione sucked her teeth, “Is that what you’ve been afraid of? Me backing out?”
“It would make sense if you did,” he said, his eyes flicking away from hers and to the bottom of the steps again.
“Draco, look at me” she put a light hand to his cheek, garnering his attention immediately. “I have been slandered by the papers since I was fourteen, insulted to my face before that” he looked away in shame again but she wasn’t having it, “We’re not going over that again, Draco, so look back at me”
He listened and when she had full eye contact she continued, “If they call me a slut, like they have many times before, this one will be worth it for once. You are worth it, Draco. Do you care about being called a blood traitor?”
Draco shook his head, her hand moving along with the motion, “I’ll wear it like a fucking badge of honor” he said, an impish smile coming out to play.
“Yes, you and Harry do like your badges, don’t you?” Hermione said, jesting at the amount of awards both he and Harry wore on their auror uniforms. Honestly, between her, Harry, and Draco the war would’ve been over much quicker than it had with Ron.
Taking a step down the stairs, she said “Now, I believe you are not the only Malfoy man who wants to see me tonight” and they resumed their small walk to the living room. There, Harry and Theo both sat on the couch wearing jewel toned suits (you can guess who was in red and who was in green), while the twins and Narcissa stood in front of the floo.
“There you are, darlings,” Narcissa said, turning to the new couple with a bright smile. The twins wasted no time running up to her, throwing matching hugs around her legs.
“Mini is a fairy!” Sterling said, looking up at her with what could only be described as stars in his eyes.
“Belbeeten Fairy” Scorpius added, referencing the fairy from the Velveteen Rabbit. She really shouldn’t be smug about how much the boys loved the story, but she couldn’t help it. She’d have to start searching for another one so when they started to tire of it she was prepared for more bedtime readings.
She bent down, giving both of them a squeeze, “Hi my little loves”
“Well now that you’re ready, we can face the firing squad” Theo sighed, standing up from the couch. And though the sentence was sarcastic in nature, he was wearing his signature look of mischief. A little more relief flooded through her system at seeing her friend back to normal, even if it was just for one night.
Narcissa took a step forward and kissed Draco’s cheek before giving Hermione a supporting shoulder squeeze. “You both are more than the boxes society puts you in, remember that and have fun. Draco, don’t mess up the branle again, it would be utterly embarrassing”
Hermione let out a giggle at the look on her partner’s face. “First of all, I was ten when I messed that up. Second, that dance is absolutely ridiculous”
“It’s tradition” Narcissa lightly scolded before Harry laughed. “Narcissa, I think Draco is long past tradition”
Hermione and Draco both turned to look at each other, both biting their lips to keep in a laugh. However, when they looked at Narcissa and her look of shock at Harry’s glib tongue, they couldn’t keep in their laughs, Harry and Theo joining in.
“Alright, alright, I see I walked myself into that one. Get going now, I expect to see that dress and yourself front and center tomorrow, dear” Narcissa addressed Hermione before gathering the boys, who were ecstatic about getting to stay the night with Nana, and slipping into the floo.
“Well, let’s break some headlines!” Theo called, ecstatic at the drama, and grabbing Harry’s forearm, apparating to the ministry.
“Well, I’m all dressed up, they might as well get a good look at us” Hermione said, letting Draco take them to a new point in their lives.
xXx
The French Ministry was set up very similarly in the way of holding all their events in the atrium. Harry and Theo went first, the chatter of the guests growing quieter, the calling of the british photographers becoming almost rabid at the chance of catching Harry Potter out and on the arm of a man and not one Ginny Weasley.
Theo became a bit of a shield, his arm blocking any reporters from getting too close to his boyfriend. His silly demeanour dropping as he yelled at one reporter to “Back the fuck up from my boyfriend before I unleash Hermione Granger on your arses” which in hindsight, she was very flattered by his threat to call her for back up. However, right now she wanted to kill the curly haired Slytherin for calling attention to her name.
The reporters went silent for a beat before their eyes started going wild, searching everywhere for her. It didn’t take long before they found her and Draco squeezed her hand. “It’ll be worth it” he whispered and she nodded before they fully stepped into the light of the atrium. The crowd remained silent, their mouths agape as they took both her and Draco in, and then with a flash, the dam broke.
Questions were spoken so fast and so on top of each other that they couldn’t even understand them. The vultures were upon them and Hermione was so grateful they were doing this without the boys because they would’ve been terrified. While the questions were unintelligible, certain words still stuck out. ‘Death Eater, whore, scum, blood traitor, slut’, despite her initial promise, she felt herself wanting to break down at the lack of personal space. But it was all drowned out as Draco pulled her closer, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in.
Growing up, Hermione had heard the phrase, ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’. She had tried to live by it growing up, but found it to be that words were the sticks and stones. And as Draco planted a kiss on her lips in front of everyone, all she could do was melt, the sticks and stones currently being thrown, seeming to freeze in mid air.
“Might as well give ‘em a show” he whispered in her ear before pulling away and parting the crowd for them to get through the wall of cameras, notepads, and quick quote quills. As air became more available, Hermione felt slightly dizzy. They’d done it, it was actually real now. She’d have tangible proof that she still hadn’t somehow made this all up, that her life could be good and happy.
“How do you feel about a drink and a dance?” Draco asked, tugging on her hand. She looked at him, her vision slightly gazed. Well, if she was going to be drunk, she might as well be drunk in love, because that’s what she was. As she took him in, people flitting about, she couldn’t help but think Narcissa had been right. Timeline be damned, she finally knew what she’d been looking for.
“I think that sounds amazing as long as it’s not the branle, we don’t want to embarrass your mum afterall” she teased, pushing all thoughts besides the man in front of her, away.
xXx
“I’m surprised I was able to pry you and Draco away from each other long enough to get you to dance with me” Harry joked, missing a step in the dance, his toes accidentally squishing hers.
“Try prying you away from Theo! He’s kind've scary when he wants to be” Hermione lamented, taking in the glare Theo was still currently sporting.
Harry chuckled, “The words ‘Theo’ and ‘Scary’ do not belong together”
Hermione raised a brow, “When it comes to Harry Potter, they do. I think it’s lovely though. I’m really glad you found him, Harry”
Her best friend and dance partner’s eyes softened, “I’m thinking about proposing” he said simply, like he wasn’t saying life altering news. Hermione planted her feet, “Harry James Potter!” she squealed, garnering a few looks from other partners on the dance floor.
Harry just cracked a wide grin. “You’re finally home, happy in your own relationship I might add, and- and when you know you know”
“When you know you know” she repeated, glancing at a certain blonde twirling one of his older coworkers around, a relaxed look on his face. Loving him was something she’d not make herself feel bad for feeling so soon, but marriage was an entirely different ball game. However, daydreaming for just a second never hurt anyone, besides even Draco had made a quip earlier… “Wait, did Draco know?!”
Harry looked down sheepishly as they resumed their dancing. “It might’ve slipped out accidentally” he looked back up, a blush on his cheeks as he met Hermione’s glare. “He’s a damn Slytherin for a reason ‘Mione! It was like he pulled it right out of me!”
“You’re a parseltongue, Harry! You’re supposed to know how to talk to snakes!” She bellowed. “How long has he known?”
“Only about two days, swear it” Harry said before sighing, “Theo needs to finish his research first anyways, it’s not fair for me to ask when he’s so swept up”
Hermione squeezed his arm consolingly, the song switching to a waltz. “It’ll happen when the time is right” she smiled.
“Yes, it seems about time” He said, a smug look on his face as he twirled her into the arms of another partner just as the song crescendoed.
“Hi, my love”
“Hi, Draco” she said airily, gladly welcoming his arms around her.
“I seem to recall we’ve danced this before” he said, a little far away look in his eye.
“Yes” Hermione agreed as he perfectly twirled her, “though we might’ve hated each other a little bit more then”
“Hate, yes, but even then that didn’t stop me from thinking you were gorgeous. I think past me would be extremely jealous of current me” Draco said, and all she wanted was for them to head home so he could plant those perfect lips all over her.
“Did you know Harry was planning to propose?” she blurted, her brain apparently short circuiting.
Draco looked off into the crowd just as Harry had. Cowards. “Maybeee”
“And you didn’t tell me” she said, using a voice her mum had on her father when he had been in trouble.
“Maybeeee” he said again before finally giving up and looking at her, “I’m sorry but he said he wanted to tell you himself and I didn’t want to take that away” Hermione looked at her abashed boyfriend and then blinked her lashes.
“Well I know the perfect way you can make it up to me” she said, in her best tone of innocence.
Draco now looked at her skeptically, “And just what would that be, Miss Granger?”
“I recall someone saying they were giving me room to back out of this relationship, and I for one, think that certain someone has been holding back on me” Hermione said, raising her chin. The truth was that Draco had done a mighty fine job of arousing her all hours of the day as of recent and she was scared she was on the edge of combusting if he didn’t do something about it soon.
“Hermione-” Draco started
“Nope, I won’t hear it. If you’ve been avoiding sex for any other reason I will respect it, but if you think it’s because I don’t want you then you are incredibly wrong” she said, wanting to smack some common sense into him.
“But-”
“Do you want me?” Hermione asked, her heart speeding up at his enthusiastic nod, “Then you have me. Now take me home and shag me properly so I can be all of yours”
Hermione had never been snagged out of an event so fast.
xXx
They hadn’t even made it to his room before his lips were on hers, absolutely ravaging her. She returned back his kiss with fervor, tugging his shirt from his dress pants and letting her hands wander up under it.
With a flick of his wrist, the zipper of her dress was being undone. “Show off” she whispered, eliciting a chuckle that shot straight into her stomach. Holding his hand out, she took it, stepping out of her dress and then her heels.
It was her turn to laugh as she took in Draco’s dilated pupils. Her dress hadn’t allowed for a bra and it wasn’t like she could have panty lines so a black, lacy thong was really her only option of underwear. “I feel like you are entirely over dressed, Mr.Malfoy” she said, bringing him out of stupor.
His jacket was on the ground next to her dress in an instant. He wasted no time attacking her with kisses again, causing a moan when he reached a sweet spot on her neck. But he didn’t stay long, his lips traveling to her pert nipples. She couldn’t help as she slightly bucked against him while simultaneously holding his head to her chest.
His left hand went from her waist to her other breast, rolling her nipple while his right played with the waistband of her thong. “Can I?” he asked, his breath tickling her skin. All he got was a breathy “gods yes” followed by another moan as he slipped his hand into her most sensitive area. Hermione bucked harder as his lithe fingers glided over her clit, rubbing tight circles.
It had been a good while since Hermione had had sex, and she’d never had good sex at that. Combine that with basically months of emotional foreplay and it was like a sprint to the finish line. He’d just slipped a finger in when she threw her head back, her hand tightening in his hair. “Fuck me!” she accidentally yelled, her vision going black as her orgasm washed over her.
Draco pulled away from her, his eyes glistening with lust, “I believe that’s the point, darling” and with no warning, he stood and scooped her up bridal style. The ten second walk to his room felt agonizingly long and when he gently laid her on the bed, she had no shame in pulling him back down to her.
“I need you” she half begged, half demanded.
Draco laughed again, though it was darker than his usual chuckle. “Hermione, we left before dinner and I’m starving”
“You- starving?” she asked, confused. Apparently horney Hermione was a dumb Hermione.
“Mhm” Draco nodded, nudging her legs apart, “ravenous, really” it was when he started to pull her panties down her thighs that she got the message. Really, she just wanted Draco in her, but Ron had never been ecstatic to go down on her and when she looked at Draco staring at her the way he was…she couldn’t say no.
With a dip of his tongue, Hermione forgot her thoughts of gingers, her vision filling with blonde. Ravenous was the only word to describe him as he devoured her, his fingers slipping back inside her causing her thighs to tremble. “Draco, please” Hermione begged, her hands fisted in the duvet.
He stopped his ministrations and looked up from his meal, his chin dripping. “Do you like begging, Hermione?” he asked in a voice she hadn’t heard but one she’d never forget because it would be visiting her in wet dreams from now on. Her mouth went dry at the question, but her pussy most certainly was not. All she could manage was a nod.
“And what do you want, my love?” he asked, standing and pulling his shirt off.
“You” she said, watching reverently.
“And what do you want me to do?” he continued to ask, stepping out of his shoes and undoing his belt.
Hermione chewed her lip, gathering her courage. “To shag me”
Draco nodded, pushing his trousers and boxers down in one go, now completely bare to her. Gods, he was so attractive that it wasn’t even fair to her lady bits. Stepping close to the edge of the bed, Draco pulled her legs further out. “I think I can be amenable to those demands” he ran the tip of his cock through her slit, making her want to clamp her thighs around his waist.
“Gods Draco, stop being a tease” Hermione whined, pulling him closer with her legs.
“What’d you call me?” He asked, cocking his head.
Hermione huffed, “I said-” she started and he pushed in, “Draco” she hissed, adjusting to the size of him. He was big, but Hermione was starting to wonder if she was a masochist because she found she was enjoying the slight burning. She wiggled her hips, signaling he could move.
Draco slowly pulled back out before pushing back in, further this time, causing her to scramble for purchase on his shoulders. He pulled out again, tantalizingly slow before pushing in one final time, now to the hilt. Hermione moaned, which seemed to break the dam because he pulled out quicker this time, his thrust back in slighter harder.
Seeing that she had fully adjusted, Draco started to set a quicker pace, one she started meeting. Draco grabbed her hand off his shoulder and brought it down to where they met, “Touch yourself, Hermione. Touch yourself while I fuck you” he breathed, bending down to kiss her again. She sat still for a moment before his fingers started moving hers, making her clit tighten even more.
“Did you ever touch yourself thinking about me like this?” He asked, turning her into an incoherent pile of hormones and arousal.
“Did you ever slip your fingers into this pretty pussy and wish they were my cock fucking you?” Draco asked, pounding into her even harder.
“Oh Godric” she moaned.
“This pussy is mine darling, not his” Draco corrected, and Hermione started to feel herself getting that frantic feeling of euphoria. “Whose does it belong to, Hermione?” he asked, making her fingers move even faster.
“Yours, I’m yours” she cried, her eyes closing, “fuck, Draco” she yelled, feeling herself tip over the edge. She felt Draco’s own orgasm growing in her, “whose cock is this, Draco?” Hermione said, his eyes snapping to hers.
“It’s yours. Bloody hell, Hermione, anything you want is yours” he said, resting his forehead on hers as they both caught their breaths.
“Just you” she whispered, “All I need is you” And as they tucked into bed that night Hermione knew that she might’ve not said she loved him, and neither had he, but they were going to.