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Draco leaned down and kissed her. "As my lady wishes," he told her as he sunk his hard cock into her wet heat. |
Hermione arched up against him with her head thrown back. Draco groaned against her neck. |
"You feel so good," Draco said with a groan. |
"I need you to move, Draco," Hermione begged, rolling her hips against him. |
Draco started thrusting. He thought he would never get enough of how amazing it felt to be connected with her this way. |
"I want to be on top," Hermione demanded breathlessly. |
Draco put his hands on her waist, lifted her up, and turned them so that he was seated on the couch with her on top of him. |
Hermione started bouncing up and down experimentally. Draco supported her hips as she rolled on his dick. He tilted his head back onto the cushion of the sofa and luxuriated in the feel of her sinking onto his cock. |
"That’s it, baby. Ride me," Draco encouraged her. |
"You’re so deep like this," Hermione panted. |
Her movements sped up until her cries became almost constant. Her pussy gripped his dick hard as she bounced up and down. Then she started moving jerkily as her orgasm approached. Draco took control and moved her hips forward and back. |
"Come for me, lioness," Draco groaned. "I’m not going to last much longer. |
Draco impaled her more forcefully on his cock. Hermione froze and shuddered on him with a cry of release. Draco exploded in her with a roar. |
Hermione collapsed on his chest. Her hair fell forward, and Draco could feel it tickling his nose and trying to find its way into his mouth. Draco tucked her hair behind her ear. |
Draco and Hermione stepped through the fireplace and into the cozy Headmistress’s office. McGonagall was waiting for them behind her desk, surveying scrolls of parchment while she waited for them to arrive. |
"I hear things went well today," McGonagall said in greeting. |
"For the most part," Hermione answered. |
McGonagall looked over her square-framed spectacles at them in question. |
"Naming Lavender as a manager of my domestic abuse shelter wasn’t received well," Hermione answered the unspoken question. |
"I don’t imagine that it was," McGonagall said primly. "It will not be easy for her for quite a while. Unfortunately, we have long memories for scandals such as that." |
"Thank you for allowing us to come to talk to the children this evening," Draco said, trying to guide the conversation back to their reason for being there. He didn’t want Hermione getting into another argument in defense of Lavender. |
"I hope that this drama will soon come to a close so that we aren’t constantly upending the children’s day with parental visits. This is a boarding school after all and we do have days where you can visit your children now," McGonagall said in irritation. |
"Well, if Hogwarts and the rest of this blasted world weren’t so behind the times, we wouldn’t need to keep coming here so that we can have a conversation with our children," Hermione snapped at the headmistress. Hermione took a deep breath. "I’m sorry, Minerva. It’s just very difficult not to be able to talk to them when so much is going on." |
McGonagall huffed and pursed her lips in annoyance at the two of them. "Minerva and Scorpius are currently in their common room. I assumed that would be a better meeting place than my office." |
"Thank you, Headmistress," Draco said politely. "And what is the password to get into the Slytherin common rooms?" |
Draco and Hermione left McGonagall’s office and made their way down to the dungeons. They received curious glances and whispers from the students. |
They crossed paths with Neville just before they were going to make the turn down the stairs to the dungeons. He was huffing his way up the direction they had just come from. |
"Hey guys," Neville greeted them. |
"Hi Neville," Hermione responded warmly. She hugged him quickly. |
"It’s lucky you’re here. I wanted to have a word with you. I’ve got a meeting with McGonagall right now. Are you going to be around for long?" Neville asked, glancing at the watch on his wrist. |
"We came to talk to the kids about what happened today," Hermione explained. "You can find us in the dungeons when you’re done." |
"Okay thanks," Neville said and took off up the stairs. |
Draco had to give him credit. Neville moved up those stairs much faster than Draco had in his prime. He didn’t want to think about the fact that they had to climb back up those again to get out. |
They continued their trek down to the dungeons. The temperature in the stone corridors turned noticeably chilly the further down they went. Finally, they came to a blank stone wall with the statue of Salazar Slytherin standing guard to one side. |
"Honor," Draco said. |
A door appeared in the stone wall and Draco and Hermione stepped through. No one noticed them for a moment and Draco got a chance to look around at his old common room unobserved. |
The common room was crowded with young adults. Some were working on their homework at the tables. Others were lounging on the black leather chairs and sofas reading or talking. Some of the students were wrapped up in green and gray patterned throw blankets. Groups were also gathered on the benches that lined the aquarium walls and watching the creatures of the lake swim by. |
"Is this what it looked like when you lived here?" Hermione whispered. |
"It’s a lot homier than it used to be," Draco answered. |
They were finally noticed by the young adults in the room. Someone ducked out to a door on the side, presumably Hestia Carrow’s office and living quarters. One of the prefects stepped away from their group of friends to greet them. |
"Hello, Mrs. Granger and Mr. Malfoy," a red-haired young man with a shiny Prefect’s badge greeted them. "I’m Rory McDougall." |
"It’s lovely to meet you, Rory," Hermione said to the young man. |
Draco looked around the common room to see if he could spot the telltale sign of two luminously blond heads. He thought he spotted them sitting at one of the tables in the study area of the room. He was just about to guide Hermione over to them when Hestia Carrow burst into the room. She looked to be dressed for bed already. She had her brown hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing an oversized Slytherin tee and a pair of green yoga pants. |
"What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice full of concern when she caught sight of them. |
Draco looked at her in confusion. "We needed to have a talk with Minerva and Scorpius. I thought the headmistress would have warned you since she sent us down here." |
Hestia slumped in relief. "She must have forgotten. I thought something bad had happened." She smiled at them and then gestured over to the study area. "I’m sure you spotted them already. Can’t hide those two anywhere," she joked. |
"Thank you, Professor Carrow," Hermione said. "Professor Longbottom mentioned that he wanted to speak with us after he met with Headmistress McGonagall." |
Hestia turned to Rory. "Rory, please direct Professor Longbottom to Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy when he arrives." |
Rory nodded and went back to the couches with his friends. |
Draco led Hermione over to the study area and the table where all six of the children were seated. Their arrival had attracted the kids’ attention already and their books were already packed away in anticipation of Draco and Hermione’s arrival. Minerva and Scorpius looked apprehensive at their unannounced visit. |
"Mum, Dad, is something wrong?" Scorpius asked. |
"Of course not, dear," Hermione answered. |
She went around the table and hugged both children to her, dropping a kiss on the top of both of their heads. Minerva whined in protest. Scorpius remained silent but Draco noted that his ears turned pink. |
James started laughing at Minerva and Scorpius’s embarrassed expressions. Hermione went over to the end of the table and planted a wet, smacking kiss on his cheek, leaving a smear of red lipstick behind. Draco noticed Drake hiding his laughter behind his hand for fear of receiving the same treatment. |
"Do you need us to leave?" Florence asked uncertainly. Her fingers twitched over a book that was still laying out in front of her, closed for the sake of politeness, but ready to be opened again at the first opportunity. |
Hermione, recognizing a fellow bookworm, smiled at Florence. "No, that won’t be necessary. I think we can take a seat over there and talk," Hermione answered, gesturing over to a vacant group of chairs near the aquarium wall. |
"You just want to see the fish," Draco teased. |
"It is rather interesting," Hermione responded. "I wish I’d known about this when I went to school here." |
Draco noticed that she conveniently didn’t mention she wouldn’t have been welcome in this room to watch the fish swim by. Times were so different now than when they were children at this school. It made him feel old like a lifetime had passed since they were here. |
Draco led Hermione over to the two black leather sofas nearest the glass wall. Plush blankets with green and silver patterns were thrown over the backs of the sofas. It was one of the many new additions to the common room. A welcome addition as the dungeons got cold during the winter and the leather and aquarium wall didn’t help matters much. |
The children settled down on the sofa across from them. They looked at them expectantly. |
Hermione cleared her throat. "So, I’m sure you’re both curious why we’re here. It’s nothing bad for once." |
Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at the "for once" comment. |
"The bill passed today," Hermione continued. |
Scorpius nodded. He looked over at Draco and quirked an eyebrow in silent inquiry. Draco quirked an eyebrow back at him. What did his son expect, for him to get down on bended knee before the ink had even dried on the divorce decree? Probably. Scorpius wasn’t the most patient of children. Draco had no idea where he got that from. |
"You’re divorced now," Minerva said. "It’s finally over." |
Minerva’s voice sounded both hopeful and relieved. Draco didn’t know exactly how to feel about Minerva’s reaction. Sad that she was relieved that her mother finally got a divorce. Overjoyed because there weren’t any tears or tantrums. But that made him sad for her as well. Sad that after everything she’d gone through, she didn’t mourn the loss of Ronald Weasley from their lives. How horrible was it that a child was relieved at the absence of a parent. |
"Yes, dear. It’s finally over," Hermione answered. |
"Is that all you came to tell us? You could’ve written that," Minerva asked. |
Hermione looked momentarily flustered by her daughter’s dismissive tone. "Yes, well, I didn’t want to just send that in a letter." Hermione’s voice took on a teasing voice, "Dear Minerva and Scorpius. I’m divorced from Ronald Weasley. Please keep up with your studies. Love, mum." |
Draco chuckled to himself. Scorpius leaned back on the sofa and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked expectant and hopeful as if he expected another big announcement to follow the unimpressive news of Hermione’s divorce. |
Minerva smiled faintly. "Mum, it’s not like it was a surprise to us that you were trying to get a divorce." |
Hermione took a deep breath. "There’s also probably going to be some unflattering things said about Draco and I in the paper over the next few days," Hermione said hesitantly. "As well as some things about Lavender and Ron." |
"Why?" Scorpius asked. |
"I hired Lavender to be a co-manager of the domestic violence shelter that Draco and I started. It wasn’t received well when I announced it at a press conference," Hermione explained to both children. |
"It’s so odd that you two get along now," Minerva commented, looking skeptically at her mother. |
Hermione sighed heavily again. Draco thought she was probably getting tired of people questioning why she would forgive Lavender for sleeping with her husband. |
"I know it seems odd to you and everyone else, but sometimes you have to forgive to move on and heal," Hermione explained. |
"So you forgave her so that you can move on with your life?" Minerva asked. |
"There’s more to it than that, but essentially yes." |
Minerva nodded in understanding. "Alright then." |
The door to the common room opened and they turned automatically to see who was entering. Neville stood on the landing looking around the room until he spotted them and walked over. He looked a little out of breath and slightly frustrated. |
"I’m glad I caught you before you left," Neville wheezed. |
He plunked down in the armchair next to Hermione and looked around at the room. "I never get used to this common room." |
"You needn’t have rushed, Neville," Hermione said. "Is everything okay?" |
"Hmm," Neville asked, looking startled by the question. "Oh, yes. Everything is fine." He waved his hand in a frustrated but dismissive gesture. "I just wish my Gryffindors behaved as well as the Slytherins." |
"Oh? Why is that?" Hermione prodded. |
Neville looked around. Minerva and Scorpius were listening avidly, no doubt eager to hear the latest gossip from a teacher. They would have to learn to feign bored disinterest if they ever hoped to get information they weren’t supposed to have. |
"I can’t really tell you," Neville hedged. "I don’t feel right violating the student’s privacy by spreading gossip." |
"Oh," Hermione said disappointed. Then in a more businesslike tone, she asked, "What was it you wanted to talk to us about?" |
Neville looked uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat, causing the leather to emit a loud farting sound that seemed to echo off the glass wall. Minerva and Scorpius both giggled quietly behind their hands. Hermione smiled. Draco decided to spare Neville and pretend the whole thing didn’t happen and kept his face impassive. |
"I was hoping I could talk to you alone, Hermione," Neville said uncomfortably, his face tinged red with embarrassment. |
Hermione looked reluctant to leave but with a murmured "be right back," she stood obligingly and followed Neville to the door of the common room. |
As the door swung closed behind them, Scorpius sat forward and looked accusingly at Draco. "You haven’t proposed yet!" he exclaimed indignantly. |
His loud exclamation caused the area around them to go silent. |
Draco pulled his wand from his sleeve and flicked it, saying "Muffliato." Draco noticed a few shoulders hunch in disappointment at being denied gossip. |
"Try for a little discretion, son," Draco chided. "And no, I haven't proposed yet. It seems a bit gauche to propose marriage before the ink is dry on the divorce decree." |
Scorpius looked chastened to be scolded by his father. |
Draco softened his chastisement by saying, "There are also proprieties that must be observed." |
"Such as," Minerva prodded, looking amused. |
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