Reparifors
"Hello."
"Hello." Draco shoved his hands into the pockets of the stylish denims he'd put on and peered into Hermione's house. She stepped aside to let him in, and she said gently,
"My parents are in Scotland for the weekend. Since next week's my birthday, they thought they'd go now. They used to go there all the time, but I had some trouble restoring their memories… you know, the specific memories of Scotland. So they went to Edinburgh for the weekend. Anyway. I've missed you."
Draco shut the door behind him and stepped out of his black leather shoes. "I've missed you, too, Granger."
"Are we back to that now?" Hermione's heart raced a little. It had been more than a week since she'd seen or heard from Draco. He shook his head and asked in a cracked sort of voice,
"Have you… have you got tea?"
"Oh. Yes. Of course. Have a seat." Hermione pulled out her wand and rushed into the white tiled kitchen, setting water to boil with a quick spell as she pulled two mugs from the cupboard. She stuck bags of Earl Grey into the mugs and pulled a lemon from the refrigerator, slicing it up and squeezing a little juice into each mug. She poured the hot water over the mugs and waited for them to steep, and she called,
"I don't recall giving you this exact address."
"I got it from your boss at the Ministry," Draco said simply, and Hermione couldn't help smiling a little. Once the tea had steeped, she threw the bags into the rubbish bin and carried the tea carefully into the sitting room. Draco gratefully picked his mug up, wrapping his hands around it, and he said,
"I had intended on asking you to go on a date with me. Dinner. A film. A fucking walk in the park. I dunno. But then I made a very stupid decision; I went to Malfoy Manor."
"Oh." Hermione sat and set her mug before her. Draco sipped from the scalding hot liquid and kept his eyes shut as he asked,
"Do I still have two black eyes?"
"Black eyes?" Hermione scowled. "Why would you have two black eyes?"
"Well, I was duelling my father, until my mother put a stop to it." Draco set his tea down and said crisply, "I demanded that he apologise for what he did to my Aunt Aelia, to my cousin Philip. He laughed, Hermione. He thought it was funny, what they did to his sister. So I Hexed him; I broke his knees."
"You… oh, Draco." Hermione touched at her forehead and listened as Draco continued,
"He healed himself and sent a punch straight to my gut before Stupefying me. When I came to, my mother was screaming at him, but I tried again to Hex him, and before I could, he pinned me to the wall with a spell, said I'd become a Mudblood-fucking disgrace of a blood traitor, and he treated me to two black eyes and a blood nose and mouth. My mother pulled him away and I Disapparated. I tried to fix myself up in the alley outside before I came in. I don't feel much like the cinema now. Sorry."
"Draco." Hermione shook her head and whispered, "I think it's best if you, perhaps, don't contact your family for awhile, don't you?"
"I don't really ever want to speak to him again," Draco spat. He sniffed a little and admitted, "That word stung so badly, and it wasn't even meant for me."
"Mudblood," Hermione nodded, and Draco winced.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "that I said it to you. That I used it… I was a stupid child, and I -"
"My parents are in a different country and my bedroom is upstairs," Hermione said suddenly. When Draco gave her a confused look, she shrugged and tipped her chin up rather imperiously. "A Mudblood-fucking disgrace of a blood traitor, eh? Well… perhaps you ought to prove him right on all those fronts. He can't wound you if you decide those words are compliments."
Draco smirked just a little bit, pulling his wand out and spinning it in his fingers. He looked acutely Muggle today, Hermione thought. He'd worn denims and a dark blue jumper. The blue made his hair and eyes look nice.
"Draco," she said quietly, and when he finally looked up, she asked meaningfully, "How's work been?"
"He's gone," Draco said simply, and Hermione knew that he meant Philip, his cousin. Hermione swallowed hard.
"He moved on?"
"I don't know the mechanics of it," Draco said rather sharply. "I haven't heard his voice in nearly a week. I've been recording mundane whispers, things that don't matter to me. I've been distracted by thoughts of you, Hermione. The ways you've helped me, the ways I feel about you, and I… I was going to Conjure you flowers before I rang the doorbell, but I realised I'm not actually very good at Conjuring flowers."
"I don't need flowers," Hermione whispered. She rose and walked to the overstuffed sofa upon which Draco was sitting. She straddled him and sank down, taking his face in her hands. "I thought you'd just decide to disregard me entirely."
"I wrote you sixteen letters," Draco murmured as Hermione put her lips to his. Now, close up, she could see the shadows of the black eyes, the swelling in the bridge of his nose, the marks of what his father had done to him. She kissed his cheekbones as he said, "None of the letters sounded right."
"Take this off." Hermione peeled off his blue jumper, and Draco seemed eager to let her do it. She bent to kiss his collarbone, stroking at his chest and his abdomen as she whispered, "He hurt you here, too."
He hissed a little as she brushed her knuckles over his shoulders and neck, and Draco hissed in pain. Hermione reached for her wand and dragged the tip of it around the bruising.
"Episkey… Reparifors…"
"Thanks," Draco mumbled, and Hermione watched as the bruises mostly faded. She kissed his mouth then, tasting the lemon and tea on him, and she let him unbutton her collared black shirt and push it away. He curled her tongue with his as he unclasped her bra, and as he pulled it away, he sucked her lip between his bottom teeth. He squeezed at a breast, and Hermione gasped at how tender and painful that was.
"Draco," Hermione mumbled, feeling regret strike her through, "I nearly forgot… it's… erm, rather a bad time of the calendar, if you know what I mean."
She was on the last day of her period, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for a mess. Draco looked a little disappointed, but Hermione reminded him,
"I promised you I was going to reciprocate, didn't I?"
Draco's mouth fell open. "You don't have to -"
"I'd like to." She slithered down off his lap and unbuttoned his denims. Pulling down the zip and then yanking them over his hips with his underwear. He was already mostly hard when she pulled him out, and she smiled a little as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
"You really are big, you know," she said, and Draco scoffed.
"Big and Bigger than Weasley are not synonymous."
"Well, you're plenty big to make me feel very full when you're inside of me." Hermione gave him a heavy look, raising her eyebrows, and suddenly Draco's snark dissolved. His throat bobbed as Hermione leaned forward, holding his shaft securely as she licked up the bottom of it. When she reached the sensitive place on the bottom, where the shaft met the tip, Draco groaned and grabbed helplessly at a throw pillow.
Hermione suckled his tip into her mouth, letting the ridge of the tip's base drag bag and forth over her wet lips. Draco liked that quite a lot, and he liked it even more when Hermione caressed that sensitive bottom place with flicks of her tongue. She pulled his length down, down, down her throat until the tip bumped her gag reflex, and then she forced herself through watering eyes to make a swallowing motion.
That was almost too much, apparently. Draco snared his fingers into Hermione's wild waves and hissed,
"Bloody hell, Hermione…"
"Mmmph." She pulled him nearly all the way out, playing with the tip again, using her lips and tongue to toy with the meeting place. Then she suckled him deeply again, and Draco's head fell back. His bare chest heaved with frantic breath. Hermione started to pump her hand along the shaft that was now lubricated with saliva, and she used her other hand to brush over his forearm, his stomach, and his chest.
She moaned loudly against him, knowing the vibration would feel good. She could sense that his body was tensing up, tightening and preparing to snap. She could see his balls draw up nearer to his cock, could feel him go rock solid and swell up in her mouth. She felt his fingers shake against her scalp, felt them tighten and cinch, and she was sopping wet between her own legs. She growled in frustration, wanting him more badly than she could say, and the growl seemed to shove Draco over the edge.
"Oh, oh, oh… fuck, Hermione; if you don't want to swallow it, you'd best -"
"Mmmph," Hermione mumbled again, bravely diving down onto his length. He cried out and arched his back, his pale chest gleaming with a little sweat as his come pumped into Hermione's throat. She gulped fast and hard, trying to get it all down past her tongue so that the bitter, metallic taste didn't overwhelm her. She didn't gag, not one little bit. Instead she pulled away and dragged her thumb over her swollen, wet lips, and Draco shivered.
"Fuck. Fuck… fuck, Granger," he whispered.
"Language, Mr Malfoy," Hermione teased him. She slapped playfully at his hip from where she knelt and barked softly, "Ten points from Slytherin."
"Yeah, well, a hundred points to Gryffindor for that."
Hermione finally put her bra and shirt back on, and as Draco did the same, she warmed up their tea that had gone cold. She curled up on the sofa beside Draco and sipped at her tea as she whispered,
"You give me enormous physical pleasure. I hope I return the favour, just a little bit."
"Understatement of the century," Draco drawled, sipping from his mug. He flicked his blue eyes to her and said very seriously, "You're the only reason I'm not alone these days, and I like being with you. I like to spend time with you. I like being physical with you, talking with you, laughing… laughing with you. I don't laugh very much anymore."
"I'm sorry about what happened at your parents' house," Hermione told him, sitting up a little. Draco shrugged and mumbled,
"Some people won't ever see reason. For some people, the terrible language and the awful ideas… well, some people like that language and think they were great ideas. My father, apparently, is still among that crowd. My mother isn't as clear. In any case, I won't be returning to Malfoy Manor any time soon."
"I can't believe your own father Stupefied you and bruised you up," Hermione whispered, and Draco snorted a little.
"My mother mollycoddled me, and my father acted as though I was the most important student Hogwarts had ever had. But, one time, when I was about five years old, I stole some sweets from a container. There was a party happening, and I stole some sweets ahead of time. He used his walking stick and beat me by hand, and at the party, when people asked why I was bruised up, he told them that I was a little thief and I'd learnt my lesson."
There was a very, very long pause then, for Hermione didn't really know what to say. Finally Draco added,
"All the while I was taught that Purebloods were far superior, that Muggle-borns shouldn't even exist, that wealth and prestige made you important and powerful. Everything they drilled into me, I took to Hogwarts."
"We aren't at Hogwarts anymore," Hermione said. "And, while what your father did to his sister and nephew is unfathomable… somehow, Draco, by talking with your aunt, you set Philip free into whatever is beyond. You're doing good work."
"So are you," Draco nodded. "Heard you're draughting legislation to make Squib registration fully optional."
"Where'd you hear that?" Hermione grinned, and Draco smirked.
"My department's got eyes and ears all over the place."
"Spooky," Hermione teased. She leaned to kiss Draco's cheekbone then, and she reminded him, "My parents are in Scotland for the weekend. Are you very certain you wouldn't like to go out for cheap, greasy dinner and then a shit film at the cinema?"
"You know," Draco smiled, setting his tea on the table, "Fake butter sound awfully good just now, after all."
Author's Note: Fluff n' lemons! Woo hoo! Real Live Plot to continue shortly… including Hermione's birthday and reactions to that from Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Kingsley, Mr Tratt, and Hermione's parents. :) Thank you for reading and a HUGE thank you for any reviews.