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"You're not upset by the article?" Draco asked slowly. |
Hermione waved the question away. "It's absolute trash," she said breezily, "She tried to compare every aspect of our relationship to mine with Ron, with you seeming to come up short at every turn. The only thing she seemed to leave out was a comparison of the size your dicks." |
Draco choked on his sip of coffee, startled by Hermione's unusual crudeness. As Draco tried to clear his airway of coffee, he was glad that Rose hadn't been in the study to overhear and they didn't have to answer the inevitable query of what a "dick" was. |
Hermione continued in a deceptively light tone, "Maybe I'll send her a note implying that it is the size of your trouser snake and the delicious way it slithers in as the reason that has inspired my devotion. What do you imagine the headlines would read tomorrow?" |
Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair as said trouser snake made its interest known. "Don't tease, lioness," Draco said huskily. |
Hermione quirked an eyebrow and smiled at him over her coffee. Draco gave her a look that promised a pleasurable retribution and groaned when he felt her foot glide its way up his inner thigh. |
Draco grabbed her foot before it could find its way to his hardened dick. Hermione pouted across the desk from him. |
"Theo's coming over," Draco reminded her. "He said he was filing the divorce bill with the Wizengamot this morning." |
Hermione pulled her foot from his grasp, rose from her seat, and moved to sit on the desk beside his chair. Draco leaned back to look up at her. She still had a mischievous glint in her eye that meant she wasn't done torturing him. |
"Why is it I couldn't submit the bill?" Hermione asked, her foot trailing up his thigh again. |
"The Minister could fob you off, delay the bill," Draco said, panting a little, "Can't do that with us. Has to call a vote two days after it's presented." |
Draco took her foot in his hand and planted it on the arm of his chair, his hand wrapped around her ankle to keep her in place. Hermione, undeterred, slid over on the desk and started trailing her other foot up and down his thigh. |
"And what happens in the meantime?" Hermione asked. |
Draco didn't really understand how she expected him to be this turned on and have a coherent conversation. He struggled to maintain some clarity when all the blood in his body was already located south of his belt. |
"We test the waters," Draco answered gruffly, "See if we can sway anyone else to our side." |
"Sounds fun," Hermione purred seductively. |
Draco could hear the laughter in her voice. She was enjoying herself, and Draco couldn't fault her for it. He took her other foot that was resting under his balls and drew it up to rest on the other arm of his chair. |
Draco looked up at her from between her spread thighs. Hermione looked impishly down at him as if he'd fallen into some trap. Hermione let her knees fall open, and the skirt of her fuchsia shirt dress rode up around her open thighs. |
Draco groaned at the sight that greeted his eyes. Hermione had taken advantage of his injunction against knickers under her dresses. Draco bit the inside of her thigh. Hermione squealed, and he licked away the sting of his bite. |
"What are you doing to me, woman?" Draco growled. |
Draco started licking, kissing, and biting his way up her thighs. Hermione wrapped a leg around Draco's back and urged him forward. Draco sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Hermione lay back on the desk moaning. Draco moved down and started feasting on the juices dripping from her pussy. |
"Knock! Knock!" Theo called, strolling into the study. |
Draco looked up from his feast at the unwelcome intrusion. He picked up a wand laying on the desk and shot a stinging hex toward Theo. Hermione squealed at the sound of Theo's voice and pushed the skirt of her dress down. Her bare feet dropped off the chair, and she started to sit up. |
"Get out!" Draco growled. |
Theo cast a shield charm and laughed. "I'll be in the drawing room. When you finish ... breakfast..." Theo left. His laughter hanging in the air. |
When the door closed behind him, Hermione sat up, pushing the skirt of her dress down. Draco rested his head on her leg and groaned in frustration. Hermione started laughing, and after a moment, Draco couldn't help but start to laugh along with her. |
Hermione scooted off the desk and smoothed her dress down. "I suppose I should go put on some knickers now," she said, "and a bra," she added as an afterthought. |
Draco chased her from the room, growling. He hadn't even got to enjoy the no bra part. Hermione giggled as she ran up the stairs. Draco shouted an admonishment to her to be careful running up the stairs, scared that she would fall and hurt herself. Hermione turned and stuck her tongue out at him. |
"Promises, promises," Draco called after her. |
Draco walked into the drawing room to find Theo sprawled out in a chair with one foot on the coffee table and a leg slung over the arm of the chair. He at least had the decency to take off his shoes before he put his foot up on the table this time. |
Draco shoved his friend's foot off the coffee table and took a lot of satisfaction in watching Theo struggle not to fall out of the chair. "I really hate you right now," Draco groused. |
Draco threw himself onto the sofa with an aggrieved, long-suffering air. |
"Nobody said you had to stop on my account," Theo replied. |
"I doubt Hermione would have been comfortable continuing knowing you're across the foyer," Draco said. |
"Daphne's mad at you two," Theo said, changing the subject. |
"For what?" Draco asked. |
"Oh, let's see," Theo said, holding up his hand and starting to tick points off on his fingers, "That you and Hermione are soulmates and haven't told your friends, that you adopted Minerva and didn't invite us to witness, and that you haven't told her you two were expecting." |
"Sorry," Draco said automatically. |
Things had been happening quickly lately around them, and Draco hadn't taken the time to keep his friends apprised of all the changes in his life. He really did need to have a talk with Blaise and Tracey before much more time passed. Draco remembered Blaise's suspicious look when the cuff was mentioned during the trial. |
"I'm not the one you need to placate," Theo said. "How's Hermione doing?" |
"She had a bad dream last night," Draco responded. |
"Doesn't seem to have affected your sex life," Theo said drily. |
"Hormones," Draco offered by way of explanation, not sure if that was really a reason, but it sounded good enough. |
"Tell me about it," Theo said with a long-suffering sigh and a huge grin. |
Hermione breezed into the room, attempting to act like Theo hadn't walked in on them minutes ago. "Good morning, Theo," she said, sitting on the sofa beside Draco. |
"Good morning, Hermione," Theo said, his mouth turning up in a teasing grin, "You're looking positively radiant this morning." |
Hermione leaned forward in her seat. "So how did it go?" she asked with excitement and nervousness in her tone. |
"It's filed," Theo said. "Minister Shacklebolt wasn't pleased to see the bill. Not entirely surprised either." Theo heaved a sigh and continued with a bit of a whine, "I had to listen to him bitch for half an hour about how this bill will be the downfall of wizardkind." |
Hermione giggled at Theo's tone. "I'm sure it was horrible," she said sympathetically. |
Theo gave Hermione a sharp glance. "It was. Terribly tedious. The only thing that saved me was his assistant reminding him that he had an appointment; otherwise, I would've been there another half hour at least." |
"Pity," Draco said sullenly. |
"Don't be cross just because you've got a case of blue balls," Theo retorted. |
"Leave him be," Hermione scolded at Theo, "I kept waking him up this morning." |
"Rode him hard and put him away wet, did you?" Theo said laughing. |
Draco was really starting to question his lifelong friendship with Theodore Nott at this moment. The wizard didn't seem to have a serious bone in his body and somehow found a way to turn everything into a dirty joke. |
"Draco said we have people we need to sway to our side," Hermione said, ignoring Theo's question. |
Draco pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. It was a list of all the Wizengamot members and their probable votes or whether he thought they would show up. He smoothed the abused and much-folded parchment out on the table. |
"This is a list of the Wizengamot council, as it stands now," Draco said. |
Hermione took the list off the table and looked at it. She read the first family and seat holder on the list, "Abbot. Hannah Longbottom née Abbott. Yay." |
"We can count on her and Longbottom," Theo said, "I had Harry confirm with them last week." |
"Avery is blank," Hermione continued. |
"Last of the line were convicted Death Eaters," Draco said without emotion. |
"Black. Harry Potter. Yay," Hermione said. |
Tansy strode into the room then bearing a full tea tray. Theo pounced on the blueberry scones. Tansy handed poured the tea and passed around the cups. The elf ignored with a sly smile all of Theo's attempts to get her to come work for him or give him her pastry recipes. |
Hermione set down her teacup and resumed reading off the list. "Bulstrode," Hermione read, "Why is it blank?" |
"Millie won't come," Theo said sadly, "Hasn't left Bulgaria since the war." |
"Why?" Hermione asked. |
"Vince," Draco answered, "They were betrothed, set to be married at the end of that last school year. She blames me for him dying." |
Hermione placed a consoling hand on his arm. "It wasn't your fault," she said sympathetically. |
Draco shook his head sadly and took her hand in his, "I led them, Vince and Greg. Vince died because he followed me, so I bear responsibility. It's the cost of leadership." |
Hermione tightened her grip on his hand. Having followed Harry during the war, Draco hoped that Hermione would understand that Vincent's death was not a burden he could just set down. |
Hermione looked back down at the list. "Burke, and that one is blank as well." |
"Died out without leaving a clear heir to take over the seat," Theo answered, "The family was broke by the end, and the last member didn't see the need to make a will apparently." |
Hermione closely examined the paper, "Why does it say Potter and Flint in parenthesis?" |
"Closest possible heirs," Draco answered her question. "Though neither is eligible to take the seat." |
"Carrow," Hermione read with a shudder. Very few could see that name without repressing a shudder at the twins that had made the name infamous. "Flora Carrow." |
"Hasn't committed to a vote yet," Theo said, "She said she'd decide once she read the bill." |
"What were her reservations?" Hermione asked. |
"She thought it was a good idea, but wanted to make sure the bill wasn't a poorly written "hack job" to "help Malfoy get what he wanted"," Theo said, making the air quotes with his fingers. |
"As if I would suggest a hack job of anything," Hermione sputtered indignantly. |
"I told her that," Theo interrupted before she could launch into a tirade, "but she still refused to commit one way or the other." |
"She doesn't matter," Draco said, "We don't need her vote." |
Once again, Hermione consulted the list, "Crouch. Well, I know that line died out. Alright, let's narrow this list down. Who can we count on to vote with us?" |
Draco took the list from her, though he had it memorized already. "Abbott, Black, Greengrass, Lestrange," here Draco looked pointedly at her, then continued, "Longbottom, Malfoy, Nott, Rowle, Shafiq, and Travers." |
"Rowle, Shafiq, and Travers?" Hermione asked. |
"Tracey, Blaise, and Greg, respectively," Theo answered. |
"How is it they're able to claim a seat, but we're not able to fill the empty seats?" Hermione asked. |
"They were heirs to those seats," Theo explained, "or given to them by a parent, in Blaise's case." |
Draco chuckled at the memory of Blaise's mother storming out of Shacklebolt's office after a particularly loud argument with the Minister that Draco took to be a failed seduction. Blaise had shown up for the next council meeting and looked relieved when the Minister didn't challenge him taking his mother's spot. Shacklebolt was probably equally relieved to be rid of the seductress. |
"Okay, so that's ten votes," Hermione said, "Who can we count on not to vote with us?" |
"Worst case scenario," Theo started, "Carrow, Fawley, Flint." |
"Macmillan, Ollivander, Parkinson, Prewett, Shacklebolt, and Weasley," Draco continued. |
Hermione looked victorious, "Well that's ten to nine, so we would win easily." |
"We need a two-thirds vote," Draco reminded her. At Hermione's crestfallen look, Draco added, "but that was a worst case scenario." |
"So realistically what are we looking at?" Hermione asked. |
"Carrow votes with us because the bill isn't rubbish," Theo answered. |
"I doubt Prewett will show up," Draco added. |
"Why?" Hermione asked. |
Draco said slowly, "The only Prewett left is Molly Weasley, and she hasn't ever shown up for a council meeting, nor has she turned the seat over to one of her children. And if she did turn the seat over..." |
"They would vote with us," Hermione finished. |
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