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Harry and Hermione in their own little world in the Gryffindor Common Room

Commissioned for the fic Hermione Granger and the Paradigm Shiftby Petrificus Somewhatus!

He looked at the beauty that sat in Hermione’s hands innocently. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. There was nothing he could do to compliment this freak of nature. He looked so fragile, so small. Fuck he was not the one to believe in God but if this wasn’t divine then he didn’t even want to believe in God. He couldn’t believe that a part of him was able to make something this beautiful and that he got the privilege to call him his.
Hermione cooed to the little bundle of joy in her hands- “Hello, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, welcome to the real world” He smiled, like an actual human he smiled.
Fuck, he didn’t deserve him, he couldn’t do this. He didn’t deserve to see that smile.
As if sensing the paranoia growing inside him Hermione looked at Draco and said, “Scorpius, meet your Dad, the most amazing one in the world, ”
And he couldn’t stop the lone tear from falling down his eyes. And at that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

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It was her mistake. She knew it. Slammed against the door of their room trapped in the tight grasp of her Veela husband she knew it was her fault. His eyes were glowing jet silver meaning he was very angry. Fuck she really shouldn’t have pissed him off this much. His grey eyes were gone replaced by wistfully serene silver ones, his shirt was torn because of the protruding seamlessly- blue wings that sat on his shoulders loyally. She felt a bit guilty too.

His hands pressed against her navel harshly and she was completely pressed against the door now. His hands started traveling down from her navel and she felt goosebumps rise all over her body. She knew what was coming next. His mouth leaned down to rest on her neck. She could feel his fangs growing onto her neck and fuck, in the split-second of his mouth marking her neck every nerve of her body and brain was electrified, every inch of her making its presence known. She could never get used to this.

 Maybe she shouldn’t have gone to lunch with Victor Krum but fuck was it worth it. 

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Who the fuck does he think he is that idiotic, spineless bastard? I mean, one would think after all that has happened he’d be a little less yappy but damn that fucking mouth. Draco goddamn Malfoy calling MY presentation a pathetic attempt to apple-polish my way to being the Minister? Well, fuck him. How DARE he walk into MY meeting acting like he OWNED the goddamn place? How the hell am I the supposed ‘ass licker’ when he is the one in that damned oxford suit and that just-woke-but-still-look-hot hairstyle? I swear I saw Ms. Bagnold drool. Not to mention every other female present there. And some males too which apparently is something my brain’s rotten imagination just can’t leave alone.He can fool them all he wants but his ridiculous schemes won’t work on me. I, like every other ethical person in the Ministry actually, studied to get my degree and job. Unlike him, who it seems like just takes two trips of Gym every other day. His perfect biceps and sharp jawline are enough to get him a job apparently. Not to mention his lips which are unbelievably lush. God that sycophant clown, I just wanna grab him by that expensive shirt and break its every button and slam him against the door of my office and -wait, what the fuck am I thinking? 

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Hermione stood on the doorway of his room. She felt smothered by reality and manipulated by her desires but today she decided was the day to rationalize. Wiping her tears she choked out the words, “Draco we canno-”

He cut her off in the middle, “I know Hermione. I know and just because we cannot is exactly why this feels like we should.” He sounded emotionless but his hopeless expression did enough to unmask his true feelings. They both stared into the silence until Draco whispered lowly, “You know all my life I have chased power, because I thought it would give me happiness but all I got was a dead mother, a father in Azkaban and fucking PTSD”. He snorted and continued, “I was so fucking clueless I didn’t even know I wasn’t okay until you gave me a taste of what being okay, what feeling normal was. And damn Granger you got me addicted.

So I don’t care if I’m being selfish when I say this, fuck you for making me think that there was something left inside of me when I’m clearly hopeless. For giving me false hope a life with you, a life worth living. Fuck you, Granger.”

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Blaise was witnessing a snapping match between his very mature adult ministry workers. The argument was redundant to the point that Blaise had it fucking memorized.
“Oh, you are such a dickhead, Malfoy” Granger spraying curses at Draco. check.
“Speaking of heads, yours seems bushier than usual, found someone to mess it up for you?” inappropriate joke about Granger’s sex life. Check.
Hermione blushed, also very normal.
“Shut up, Malfoy” telling Draco to shut up, another checkpoint crossed.
Next was a smirk, Blaise revised.
Instead Draco smiled at Hermione. Okay not a usual response, Blaise thought to himself surprised. Blaise nearly blanched seeing Hermione smiling back at Draco, they both did a weird eye contact thingy creeping the fuck out of Blaise, snapping out of it Draco shifted in his seat getting closer to Blaise and he was suddenly hit by the smell of hydrangeas, which was coming from his friend. Blaise might have just died there. why does Draco Malfoy smell like a fucking flower? And just what the fuck happened right now?

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Harry heard a knock at his office, he opened the door to his and Draco’s shared office to find Daphne Greengrass entering his office like she owned the goddamn place behind Draco, “Bloody Great”- Harry cursed internally as he remembered the last time Daphne visited. He was already irritated and did not need someone telling him how shitty his wardrobe was. Daphne looked at him and said “We were here to tell you that Draco won’t attend your little meeting today, we’ve got an important meeting ourself regarding the future of our relationship” He looked at Draco expecting glee -because obviously, this meant marriage advances- but he found none. Instead, he found a sour, irritated face. He remembered him telling him once that marrying Greengrass was the best thing ever for his family business. He wondered what triggered the sudden change of mood, a funny voice inside his brain pushed him to think that maybe it was a who. “huh interesting thought” He amused.

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In the hectic life that Ginny Weasley lived, she loved hanging out with Hermione. Minus the war heroine stuff, her life seemed peaceful. But Hermione’s life was too work-oriented and sometimes Ginny worried that she might be lonely. Usually, she was much talkative but today she seemed a bit uninterested and lost in thoughts which worried Ginny more.  She dismissed these thoughts as she entered the Ministry broom closet and went to retrieve her broom she had left before meeting Hermione in her office. As soon as she entered the space, she was hit with the familiar stench of sex reminding her of some colorful memories from Hogwarts. Her attention was diverted as a very familiar red fabric of Victoria’s Secret bra caught her eye, she picked it up, above the brand label it read HG, she instantly recognized a gift she herself had gotten her friend on a shopping spree.Maybe Hermione’s life is not THAT work-oriented. She smirked at the thought.

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Blaise was passing through the Ministry corridor when he heard this.
“Did you know that Malfoy denied marrying Greengrass?” He recognized the voice as Harry Potter’s. “Wait What? Are you serious?” spoke another voice he knew belonged to Ginny Weasley. “And he’s been acting weird too. Leaves our office at exactly 3 in the afternoon and returns at about 4”.
“That’s so weird ‘coz Hermione’s been acting weird too. I went down at her office yesterday and she didnt tell even me about her Centaur Rights report. And guess what I found in Broom Closet 405?-” Ginny ranted on without realizing Blaise’s presence. Ginny added scandalously- “Her bra”. In an instant it all added up for Blaise. Broom closet 405, the nearest one to Draco’s office, Draco smelling like fucking Hydrangeas, changing hair gels just because Granger said something crass about it, he was shagging Granger. “Merlin fucking a randy goat” he said out-loud without realizing and two heads turned towards him.

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“Okay so are you REALLY sure?” Harry asked Blaise, not sure about what they were about to do.
Blaise snapped, “Of course I’m "really” sure Potter, Why would Draco smell like Granger’s perfume if he’s not shagging her?“
Ginny added- "He’s right, it all adds up, remember last month’s Christmas Ball? they were the first ones to leave.
Harry replied hesitantly, "Okay, I get that but do we really have to stand in front of the broom closet’s door like this and wait for them to come out”
Ginny turned to face Harry, “Of course we have to do this, they should be lucky that we’re not barging in and raiding their sex sessions, stupid basketcases”
Blaise supplied, “finally a Weasley with a brain”
“Oh shut up, Zab-”
The knob of the door turned and it opened to reveal Draco Malfoy with slightly ruffled hair and a mildly blushing Hermione.
Ginny commented with a straight face, “Well look who we just happen to find getting out of the broom closet all red and ruffled while we just happen to pass by it”
Draco and Hermione exchanged glances and looked at the three of them and said together, “Well……”

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It was 7 o'clock in the morning that Hermione found herself on Draco Malfoy’s bed completely naked and dripping on his expensive bed sheets to the bounds of frustration that she wasn’t able to handle. The goosebumps on her body won’t settle down and not to mention her bare nipples upright from the crisp air begging for his attention. Just as she was about to groan in frustration his voice came out.

“Okay, Granger you want to come so desperately? Well then you’ve got to do what you do the best; answer academic questions.” He said. She scoffed, “So excited to lose, Malfoy. Always so eager to humiliate yourself.”

He chuckled in response, “Always so cocky, Granger, let’s see if you excel here too. The first question is what are the 3 main ingredients of Amortentia?”

She started, “You start with adding Ashwinder eggs and then-” Just as she was about to tell the next ingredient she felt him bent down and take her erect nipples in his mouth, circling his expert tongue around the peak of her globe making her moan. He didn’t let the other go untortured and used his fine fingers to flick it making Hermione release a less subtle ‘fuck’ from her mouth.

If it was possible, she was even more turned on than she was before by the sensation of his tongue and fingers playing her like a bloody piano. He paused for a second to remind her, “Answer the question, Granger”.

She internally cursed God who made this man so fucking egotistic. She answered while panting heavily from the way he was making her body tumult. “Ughh, It’s- Oh shit, yes- I dunno- oh fuck. Oh wait, its thorns, rose thorns, yes it’s rose thorns.”

Hermione could feel his smirk studded on his mouth as he said, “2 correct ingredients, Granger. You get a reward.” And without any ado, he pushed his middle finger inside her wet core making her whisper his name sacredly.

He rotated his finger inside of her, catching her off guard by putting a second and a third making her dig her fingers on his shoulder. There were surely going to be marks there later. He kept on deliberately missing the spot again and again intentionally to not give her any relief forcing her to gasp and get ruffled at the same time.

“Gotta tell me just one more ingredient, Granger” He reminded her again. But this time he didn’t stop his routine. Instead, he spread her legs wider and buried himself between them making her scream and forgetting the question altogether. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue swiveled around the pink orb between her legs causing her to be more vulnerable than she already was.

He gradually slowed down the movement of his tongue ruining her building climax. She half begged for more and half begged for him to stop but he startled her by starting to lap his tongue around her unstoppably, making her yell unintelligible things. Just as she was about to come, he stopped altogether and Hermione laid there for a few seconds confused. Looking completely stonewalled and flustered, she managed to speak- “What the hell? Why’d you stop? I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, WHY?”

He stood up and looked at her directly with his million-dollar grin and said, “You were supposed to answer the question, love”. Throwing in a wink for good measure, he headed towards the bathroom in a swagger that only aggravated Hermione more.

Hermione stared at his leaving body jarringly. “One day there will be a murder mystery of Draco Malfoy’s death and I will be sitting in a corner laughing mirthlessly.” She said after she’d caught her breath. Revenge was due.

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It was just the right time for Draco Malfoy to question every single person he thought he could trust as she blurted out the question about the incident he had begged to God to never let her know of. But at last, tragedy had struck and it wasn’t God who had betrayed his trust. It was his supposed friend. He readied himself as his very pregnant wife looked at him and said, “I seriously cannot believe you did that”.
He tried to make her understand but he knew that all his efforts would be rendered useless considering the misdeed he had done. “Look I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it” -as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted ever spilling them out as the expression on Hermione’s face turned from angrier than a screaming banshee to scarier than a demon from hell.
She looked at him incredulously and said, “You couldn’t help it? YOU couldn’t HELP it? I’M the one 6 months pregnant carrying a baby who I assure you is going to be a quidditch player in the future if the kicks are anything to go by and YOU are the one who JUST COULDN’T HELP eating my delicious chocolate chip cookies, which I might add were made specially for me?”
Draco tried to figure out what to say while Hermione continued, “Tell me, just what made you so HELPLESS that you just HAD to eat your pregnant wife’s cookies? Was it the gorgeous abs? Or your flat belly? Or the unswollen foot and arms? Or oh Merlin, was it the ability to walk from one flat surface to another without having someone else helping you walk like a 1 yr old baby? TELL ME”.
Draco tried to say sorry again but cut himself in the middle and looked at his supposed best-friend Blaise Zabini, who after ratting him out was enjoying the current dismemberment of his childhood friend whole humoredly and said to him, “I will never forgive you for this”
Blaise went on to speak something but Hermione beat him to it and snapped, “And I will never thank him enough for this. At least someone has the mere courtesy to not eat my cookies and understand their importance  to me”.
Blaise smirked and said, “Ofcourse I understand. How can I not? I am not like Draco here who takes pleasure in torturing pregnant women and does not understand what great gift you are giving to the nature”
Draco looked at him as if he had just done cartwheels while wearing a clown’s costume. “Wha-? Why- I mean, like WHAT?”
Hermione gave Draco a dismissive wave and said to Blaise, “Don’t let him enter the house if he doesn’t have a new batch of cookies from Mrs. Weasley in the next 2 hours”.
Draco asked hopefully, “Will I be forgiven then?”
Hermione stared at him disbelievingly, “YOU DARE ASK ME THAT AFTER WHAT YOU DI—
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Draco woke up to the sight of a clueless Hermione Granger tiptoeing her way out of the room, his gaze wandered to his arse and he immediately felt himself getting hard under the sheets. 

He finally decided to intervene- “Granger what do you think you’re doing?
Hermione stopped in her tracks and looked at him awkwardly, "umm….sneaking out?
Draco pushed, "I see that, but why?”
Hermione retorted, “I don’t know aren’t you supposed to do that after a one night stand?”
Draco smirked coyly, “Oh but I have plans which exceed the time limit of one night, Ms. Granger”
Hermione grinned and started approaching the bed while slowly removing the strap of her slip dress and said, “Well then who am I to stop you, Mr.Malfoy?”

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Hermione Granger walked down the grandiose stairs of the Malfoy Manor, eyeing the people present for her engagement party, reminiscing about how hellish yet haven her last couple years have been.

She can feel the glances of people who are envious for her stunning low-cut navy dress, diamond bracelet, and most supremely, resting on her finger, her engagement ring. She can feel the glances of people who eyed her in hatred for daring to bite the forbidden apple and falling in the trap named love with a man she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with. She can feel the glances of people who felt betrayed by her because she wasn’t able to meet their expectations of the man she was supposed to love, of the family she was supposed to have, of the friends she was expected to keep.

But what these people never understood was the weight of her love for this man who she was supposed to hate, who was supposed to hate her, they never understood that aside from the big gestures that he never made, the apologies he never said, the songs he never dedicated to her, the loving words he merely said to her,  what he did do was beyond the capabilities of any man she had ever met, he made her happy, made her feel loved and ironically accepted in the world he himself didn’t believe she should.

The various variety of glances that she was receiving on her engagement party today wasn’t new to her, but the feeling that she felt today was. These glances usually made her feel insecure and yearning for the relationships that she lost during these years but today these glances made her feel like a goddess, she never liked the attention but today she felt basked in it and she realized the people responsible for it were the people she had gained when she lost the old relationships and that’s why every loss was worth it, worth him.

Her gaze roamed around the Ball Room and fell on him, their eyes met and he smiled, a gesture he says that only her presence makes possible, cheesy isn’t? but he says it’s the truth, so she believes him. He walks up to her in a swagger which still makes her heart jump like a fifteen-year-old, he takes her hand like a true gentleman and smirks at which she smiles feeling her eyes tear up because that smirk reminds her of every ounce of pain, hurt and love they’ve given to each other, memories they don’t and do want to forget, people they might and might not want to murder, but mostly she tears up for the future she once didn’t think was possible with him because now it was.

He looks up at her and sees the lone tear down her cheek and he knows, he knows the exact feeling she feels, the exact words she needs to hear but instead of saying those he just kisses the tear away and whispers in her ear “you look stunning this evening, Mrs.Malfoy”

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