The young man with the platinum blond hair walked purposefully
into the Entrance Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and spoke
the appropriate words of command.
One of twelve identical doors opened, and he stepped inside.
Ignoring the seductive sparkle of the dancing light, and the
almost soporific ticking of the clocks that covered every surface,
horizontal and vertical, he marched up to a large, empty, glass-fronted
display case, and opened it.
Sitting on the topmost shelf, so small that it might easily have
been overlooked, was a single Time-Turner.
The young man picked it up and slipped it into his pocket.
It was an odd thing to do, but none of the other Unspeakables
working in the Time Room thought to question one of Lord Voldemorts
most favoured wizards, and the young man simply closed the case
and left the department, exuding the same air of haughty self-confidence
hed entered with.
A few hours later, the young man was hurtling across the Scottish
landscape on the four-thirty train to Hogsmeade, watching flurries
of hail swirl out of the darkness and rattle against the windows
of his private, first-class carriage. Every now and then, a flash
of lightning illuminated a dilapidated Muggle village or, in the
far distance, highlighted the ruins of a Muggle town, still smoking
against the inky sky.
The young man sighed, and glanced nervously at his watch.
Time for another dose.
He withdrew a flask from his inside breast pocket and, uncorking
it, raised it to his lips...
Then, changing his mind, he replaced the cork and, leaving his
carriage, hurried down the corridor to the lavatory where, safely
locked inside, he braced himself against the trains swaying
motion, pulled out the flask again, and took a swig.
The potion flooded his body, scorching his bones and skimming
his flesh before gathering together and pooling, hot and heavy,
in his balls.
The young man shuddered, grimacing to himself in the wall mirror
as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The sensation
in his groin was exquisite torture, and hed been struggling
with it for hours.
He re-corked the flask, slipped it back into his pocket and thenthough
hed promised himself he wouldnthe unbuttoned
His cock seemed hugeperhaps a side-effect of the potion.
He touched it, tentatively.
Oh, Merlin! The caress evoked a sensation far beyond
relief, though the relief it provided was indescribable.
He curled his fingers round the sturdy shaft, and stroked it
a few times.
He reached into the basin, picked up the cake of soap, and lathered
Now his grasp was slippery, andOhit was bliss!
Clamping his left hand firmly on the towel rail, he got to work
with his right, letting nature guide him, not stopping to wonder
how he could be sinking so low as to masturbate in a train lavatory
and spill himself into a dirty wash basinthinking only of
the movement of his hand, of the pressure growing in his balls
and spreading along his length, of the promise of imminent, explosive,
and blessed release
A sudden braking threw him off balance, and the hoot of a steam
whistle announced that the train had reached its destination.
No, he cried. Oh, please God, please Merlin,
But hed missed his chance.
Sobbing, he quickly made himself decent and, casting a Disillusionment
Charm to hide his physical condition, returned to his carriage.
The Dark Lord has said nothing to me about an inspection,
Malfoy, said Alecto Carrow, Headmistress of Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Dark Lord has far more important things to spend his
time on, Carrow, replied the young man, his sexual
frustration giving him a menacing edge. And if hed
had one of his assistants inform you, it wouldnt be a surprise
inspection. Would it?
Carrows piggy eyes scanned the parchment hed given
her, her mouth moving silently as she read each word; when she
came to the end, she peered up at him, suspiciously.
Very well, she said, at last. But I shall be
owling the Ministry to double-check. And if I find anything irregular
about this visit, Malfoy, you,she jabbed a
stubby index finger at his facewill wish youd
never got off that train.
Knock yourself out.
Despite the declared purpose of his visit, the young man walked
straight past the classroomswhere a new generation of witches
and wizards were practising the Cruciatus Curse on their unfortunate
schoolfellowsand headed instead for the Room of Requirement
which, after a few moments heart-stopping uncertainty as
he approached, revealed its doors to him, and admitted him.
Inside, he checked his watch.
His persistent erection, and the way his every movement teased
its sensitive flesh, was making it harder and harder for him to
think straight. But there was no time, now, to deal with it, and
he consoled himself with the thought that it would soonPlease,
He searched the room quickly, pulling the dust sheets from the
jumbled heaps of furniture, pushing broken chairs and wobbly tables
aside, until he found exactly what he was looking fora tall,
elegant cheval glass, its ancient mirror still clear enough to
reflect his image.
He stood before it, waiting, watching himself, flushed with arousal
and breathing heavily.
The signs were almost imperceptible at firstjust a slight
darkening of the hair and a rounding of the featuresbut
each small change quickly built upon the others and soon, like
an avalanche, the individual changes became a single, flowing
transformation, turning the tall, elegant Draco Malfoy back into
the bushy-haired Hermione Granger, wearing a well-cut suit and
a tailored, silk shirt made for a broad-shouldered man of six
Back to normal.
Hermione sighed. No. Not quite.
Shed reasoned that the excessive sexual arousal shed
been experiencing was due to the increased testosterone flowing
through her veins, and to the novelty of having a penis, and shed
assumed that it would disappear the moment she had her own body
Shed been wrong.
Every last, humiliating pang of need was still there.
Deep inside her.
Twenty-four hours earlier
Hermione closed the door behind her. Im home!
Number twelve, Grimmauld Place had changed little since the Order
of the Phoenix had first made it their headquartersHermione
still had a room on the first floor; Ron and the other members
of the Resistance still made their plans in its cavernous kitchen;
Molly Weasley still fed them, fussed over them, andafterwardstended
But now the house had a permanent resident.
Severus Snape, the wizard whom Voldemort had thought his most
trustworthy lieutenant, who had suffered the terrible consequences
of betraying the Dark Lord and was now the most wanted man in
Britain, appeared in the doorway of the Dining Room. Miss
It had been a long time since Hermione had heard his voice resonate
with such oily self-satisfaction, and she knew exactly what it
meant: Youve found a way!
I believe so.
I shall do better than that. Expertly, he manoeuvred
his wheelchair back into the Dining Room.
This was his bedroom, his library, and his potions workshopa
narrow bed stood in one corner; bookshelves, crammed with volumes
rescued from Spinners End and smuggled out of various private
and public libraries, filled every inch of wall space; the former
dining table, covered in an orderly chaos of jars and bottles,
burners, cauldrons, and parchment scrolls, was part desk and part
Take a seat. Snape wheeled himself over to the table,
and picked up a small glass vial.
For several years hed been working on a plan.
Tracing the time lines and plotting the alternative possibilities
had convinced him that one eventone brief and terrible
moment in timehad changed the entire course of the Second
Wizarding War and, thus, had ensured Voldemorts victory.
It therefore followedhe reasonedthat if someone were
to go back to just before that event, and prevent its happening,
the wizarding world could be saved. He had learned that a single
Time-Turner, a special instrument capable of taking the user back
not hours but years, still survived in the Department of Mysteries
and, recently, hed been devoting his every waking moment
to working out a foolproof way to obtain it.
He handed the vial to Hermione.
She held it up to the light. It contained a platinum blond hair.
Where did you get this?
Snapes expression was neutral. From the collar of
Snape didnt ask her how the hair had come to be there,
and she didnt offer him any explanation, though she knew
that he must already have used Legilimency on her, if only to
make sure of her continued loyalty. Polyjuice Potion,
Indeed. It will allow you to enter the Ministry of Magic
unchallenged, andsince Mr Malfoy is an Unspeakableto
access the Department of Mysteries, and the Time Room, where the
Time-Turner is kept. I am confident that youll succeed.
Hermione was rather less confident, but she knew that if she
didnt succeed, she would certainly have
died trying. And when I have the Time-Turner?
Youll proceed directly to Hogwartsstill disguised
as Mr Malfoyand talk your way into the Room of Requirement,
where youll go back in time, and change history.
His voice was throbbing with anticipated triumph; it made Hermione
nervous. You are sure about this, Severus?
she asked, softly. I mean, weve no way of knowing
how saving Harry will alter things. He may still die, just,her
voice cracked, and she swallowed hardjust not on that
particular night. This way, more of us may die. And You-Know-Who
may still win.
It is a calculated risk, Miss Grangerand its
the only chance we have.
Hermione nodded, though his answer had done little to remove
her doubts. Severus... Why me? If Ron went, he could overpower
Miss Granger, Snape interrupted, holding out his
hand for the vial containing Malfoys hair, I have
chosen you because I am convinced that you have
the best chance of success.
Hermione gave the Time-Turner a final twist, and the Room of
She was flying, backwards, through a tunnel of indistinct shapes
that seemed to stretch on and on, for ever and everuntil,
abruptly, her feet touched solid ground again, and the room came
back into focus...
And the first thing she saw was Draco Malfoy, standing with his
back to her, directing spell after feverish spell at the Vanishing
He was so much younger than when shed last seen him but,
already, his broad shoulders and his long, lean frame spoke of
sex and stamina and, at the sight of himto her intense shameHermiones
poor, tortured pussy spasmed hard, sending spears of longing up
into her chest.
She took a deep breath and, trying to ignore her baser urges,
reached for her wand.
Whos there? Malfoy turned, his hand
already raised, and pointed his wand into the shadows. Im
warning you! Ill Avada you! I know how to!
But you have to mean it, Draco, said Hermione, remembering
the children shed seen practising the Dark Arts, or
it wont work. She stepped into the light.
Who...? Granger? His face was ashen, his eyes
haunted; his wand hand sank to his side, forgotten. What
the fuck has happened to you? he demanded.
Hermione took another step. Im a bit older, Draco;
thats all. Ive come back from the future. She
reached inside her shirt, and fished the Time-Turner from between
her breasts. Look. Do you know what this is?
Malfoys eyes dropped to her chest.
And whether it was the sight of the Time-Turner that spooked
him, or whether he could sense the disgraceful lust seething inside
her, she didnt know, but he suddenly raised his wand again.
June 2017, a week earlier
In Voldemorts brave new world it was almost impossible
for anyone but a member of the Dark Lords inner circle to
use magic, and Hermiones work with the Resistance had made
her an expert at good, old-fashioned breaking and entering.
Trusting to the latest intelligence on the state of Theodore
Notts wards, she found the vulnerable window, applied Muggle
insulation tape and a Muggle glass cutter, and was soon inside.
Her search of Notts study proved fruitless, however, and
she was hurrying back to the window when Draco Malfoy appeared
from nowhere, saw right through her woefully weak Disillusionment
Charm and, grabbing her by the wrist, wrenched down her hood to
look at her face.
Granger? What the fuck are you...? His voice trailed
away as he realised the only possible explanation for her being
Hermiones mind was racing, trying to find somethingsome
common ground, some special pleadingshe could use to persuade
him to let her go but, before she could even open her mouth, Malfoy
tightened his grip.
Someone was coming.
In here. He pulled her through a door.
It was a tiny cloakroomreally no more than a cupboard;
Malfoy drew his wand, muttering Colloportus,
and then Muffliato.
Shhh! Keep quiet! Locking and Muffling Charms can
only do so much in a Death Eaters house.
They were standing chest to chest, their bodies all but touching.
Silently, Malfoy raised his hands and planted them either side
of Hermiones head, holding himself away from her; Hermione
shrank back against the wall, closing her eyes and screwing them
Outside, the voices grew louder and louder until Nott and his
companions, Hermione realised, were standing right outside the
Her heart was hammering. Her senses were hyper-alert, magnifying
the tiniest stimulusshe could hear Malfoys breathing,
harsh and ragged; feel his body heat flushing her skin, raising
her temperature like a fever; she could feel...
Oh, Merlin! She could feel something so strange, so unexpected
that, at first, she couldnt make any sense of it but, no
matter how much she tried to ignore it, it refused to go away...
Malfoy had an erection.
Hermione had little experience of sex. There had been
a time when she and Ron were lovers, but now they were no more
than friends with the occasional benefit and, aside from that
and a brief and disappointing encounter with Seamus Finnigan,
she was pretty much a virgin.
Nothing had prepared her for being trapped in a confined space
with a man whose sexual exploits were legendary, and whose obvious
arousal was awakening appetites shed never known she had.
Dimly, she realised that the voices were moving on, but that
hardly mattered any moreshe was Malfoys prisoner,
and he could do whatever he wanted with her. She could see no
other reason for his hiding her. And although she still had her
wand, she knew that any attempt to use it on him would almost
certainly betray her to Nott and his cronies.
How could she possibly resist?
Supposing she wanted to resist...
No, she didnt want to resist.
She wanted Draco Malfoy to ravish her!
She opened her eyes, and looked up at him, seeing in his face
a mirror image of her own desire.
How could that be?
He was a Death Eater and she a member of the Resistance.
But thered always been a spark between them, from the very
first moment theyd set eyes on each otherif not an
attraction then, at least, a fascinationa fascination theyd
passed off as dislike.
And, in any case, Malfoy wasnt troubled by the whys
and wherefores. Even before the voices had gone, he was lifting
Hermiones skirt and wrenching her panties aside, his other
hand going straight to his fly. Hermione knew that he was freeing
himself, and a part of her longed to see it, to touch it, toGod
help her!kiss it, but another part was insisting
that she wasnt that sort of woman, and she kept her eyes
focused on his face, even when she felt the tip of his cock nudge
her, and his fingers briefly explore her, before he found her
slit andwith a single firm strokepushed himself inside.
Merlin, Granger, he sighed, nuzzling her ear, your
pussys like a furnace. He grasped her hips
and, lifting her onto her toes, thrust up into her, groaning appreciatively:
His strokes were strong andOh, God!wonderful,
so much better than Hermione was used to, but their position was
awkward, and she was suddenly terrified that hed exhaust
himself, and have to pull out of her...
She scrabbled above her head, found two coat hooks, and pulled
herself up, lifting her feet and bracing them against the opposite
Oh, clever girl, gasped Malfoy, rewarding her with
a spate of powerful thrusts. Oh, Granger...
Oh, Malfoy! Oh, how can this be happening?
In their new position, he could fuck her hard, and Hermione recognised
in him her sexual soul mate, a man who understood the needs she
was only just discovering, and who enjoyed satisfying them, finding
the angle that made her beg and pounding her clit until she thought
it might burst from the pressure.
She was coming apartapproaching a climax bigger than anything
shed ever felt beforeand her body was thrashing as
if she were being Cruciod, because Malfoys
fucking was too much to bearDont stop! Dont
stop! Please dont stop!and then she was
coming, letting everything out with a furious roar that
would have brought down the walls had Malfoy not clamped his mouth
over hers, and devoured the sound.
Afterwards, he gave her no explanation, offered no reason for
letting her go free; he simply pulled himself out of her and,
whilst she slid down to the floor, made himself presentable, and
But as he was reaching for the door knob, he paused. You
were fantastic, Grangeryou outdid all of my teenage
fantasies, he said.
What do you want? Malfoy demanded, holding her back
with his outstretched wandbut he was far too clever, even
in a state of panic, not to fathom the answer for himself: You
wont stop me!
Stay back! He thrust his wand at her. Ill...
Ill... Then his brow suddenly cleared: Waityou
can help me!
Ill make you, Granger! Ill use the Imperius
It wont work if I know youve done it, Draco.
She edged closer.
Look, Granger, he said, changing tactic again, Ive
no choice. Ive got to get it working, and Ive got
to kill... I mean, if I dont get it working, hell
kill my mother and father. Hell kill me.
But you cant trust him, Draco. Whatever hes
told you, he wont keep his promises.
Malfoy frowned, slowly processing her words, then his eyes dropped
to the Time-Turner. What do you know?
His fear almost broke her heart.
She remembered the confident man whod saved her, seduced
her, andin more ways than onehad set her free. Shed
wondered, again and again, why hed let her go, and shed
concluded that there must be some good in himthat, perhaps,
after twenty years of torturing and killing, hed had enough.
Youre not safe on his side, Draco, she said,
and nor are your parentsgo to Dumbledore and ask for
What? No way! Im going to get the cabinet working!
Listen to me, Draco! If you get that thing working tonight,
and let the Death Eaters in, Harry Potter will die. Hes
keeping watch, right now, outside the Room of Requirement. Hell
try to stop your aunt, and she will kill him
Hermione moved closer. Its not what you want, Draco,
she said, taking a gamble. Trust me. Ive come from
the future, and I know youI know its not what
You dont know anything, Mudblood! he
yelled, grabbing her angrily, and trying to man-handle her towards
the Vanishing Cabinet.
And Hermione felt something so strange, so unexpected that, at
first, she couldnt believe it.
Malfoy had an erection.
It didnt take much to break free of his grasp.
She took a few steps backwards.
Merlin, why did she want him so much?
True, she knew his cockknew its length and its thickness,
the way it stood almost upright and curved slightly towards his
belly; she knew how good it felt to ride it, butmore than
thatshe knew what it felt like to possess it, to
long to sink it into something tight and silky and to thrust
it in and outto be able to think of nothing but the
need to relieve its marvellous, maddening itch...
Draco... she said seductively, shrugging off her
jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
Malfoy stared at her, wide-eyed and disbelieving.
She lifted her hands to her bosom, slowly unbuttoned her loose,
silk shirt, and slipped out of it. She wasnt wearing a bra
and, as she dropped the shirt on top of the jacket, she heard
She kicked off her big shoes and, bending forwardgiving
Malfoy a lovers-eye view of her breastsshe pulled
off her socks. Then, straightening up again, and with a wicked
smile, she slowly, slowly unbuckled her dragon hide belt, unbuttoned
her trousers, and eased themtogether with her boxersdown
The expression on Malfoys face, a ravenous, adult
need barely contained, was like a drug. Hermione stood before
him, naked and suddenly full of confidencea sex goddess
on fire, more aroused than shed ever been in her life. At
that moment, nothing else matteredshe would have abandoned
her mission, and betrayed Harry, just for the chance to rip open
Malfoys fly, impale herself on him, and ride him into oblivion.
That thoughtso alien to herreverberated like an echo...
And, suddenly, everything became clear!
Oh, Severus Snape, you clever, devious, unscrupulous bastard!
Snape had known that reason wouldnt persuade Malfoy,
but hed found the hair on her cloak, and hed seen
their love-making in her mind, and hed given her an incentive
to use another means to distract Malfoy, and keep him occupied
until Harry called off his watch and went to bed.
An aphrodisiac, mixed in with the Polyjuice Potion!
Her mission was to seduce Malfoy!
The thought turned her insides to molten metal. She reached for
him, pressed herself into him, rubbed herself against him, knowing
exactly what she was doing to him. Fuck
me, Draco, she said.
He swallowed hard. What?
Fuck me. Itll be goodI promisejustplease,
Draco. Fuck me!
She could see that he wanted it as much as she did, but something
was holding him back. Something...
Its your first time, she whispered.
No! he cried. No, of course it isnt!
But she knew that he was lying. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, and whispered, I know youll be good at
He swallowed hard.
Its been terrible for you, all these months; I know
that. I know how frustrated you are, how you feel like youre
going to explode. And I can help you, Draco; I can make it better.
He glanced at the Vanishing Cabinet: There isnt time,
Ill be quick, she replied, though she had no
intention of keeping her promise. But I want you naked,
Draco. I want to see youtouch you. I want to undress you.
Malfoy was lost. He stepped back, a single tear running down
his cheek, and surrendered.
Taking her time, Hermione removed his jacket, his tie, and his
shirt. He was lean, and surprisingly well-muscled. She undid his
trousers, carefully working them round his erection, and slid
them down, sinking to her knees; she kissed his balls, moaning
with appreciation, wrapping her fingers around his cock and massaging
its root with her thumb, drawing it down, towards her mouth. I
want to taste you, Draco.
Oh, fuck, he sobbed.
He was already hard but, as she bobbed her head, she felt him
GRANGER! he shrieked, coming abruptly in four
or five spurts and, although shed never done it before,
Hermione drank him greedily, only releasing him when his legs
gave way and he collapsed on top of her.
Granger... He seemed exhausted, but he was young;
he hadnt even lost his erection and, the moment theyd
righted themselveswith Hermione on her back, and Malfoy
nestling between her thighshis cock was eager, if too inexperienced,
to find its home.
Hermione reached down between their bodies and, grasping him,
guided him in. There, she said, proudly.
Malfoy flexed his hips, and gasped.
How does it feel?
Make it good for me, too, Draco.
His breathing was already ragged. How?
Like this. She grasped his shoulders and, pushing
gently, made him rise up on his hands until she felt him against
her clit. Like that, Draco, she said. Fuck me
He knew enough to thrust, and Hermione found herself lying back
and watching him learn. He was slow and tentative at first, moving
uncertainly, in and out, but he quickly grew in confidence, experimenting
until he found his rhythm
Oh, God, she moaned, yes, Draco, like that!
She could see his climax starting to build as, eyes closed, he
fucked her, his lips curving in a smile of pure joybut,
by then, the urgency of her own need was overwhelming her fascination,
and she began to meet his strokes.
Granger, he gasped, youreyoure
soso prettyall flushed andand sweaty,
Hermione suddenly grasped his arse and pulled him in deeper,
crying out, Draco! Im comingoh!oh yes!Im
And the world seemed to shift towards her as lightning filled
her head and her vision shrank to nothing but the boythe
manmoving between her legs.
She awoke to find herself lying in Malfoys arms, feeling
warm and deliciously contented, wrapped in a fur blanket that
he must have conjured or found somewhere amongst the hidden things.
She raised herself on one elbow, and looked down at her lover.
AsleepAnd, she thought, smiling, thoroughly satisfiedhe
looked like an angel, his mouth relaxed, his brow smooth, his
pale hair falling over his forehead.
What happens now?
You got what you wanted, he sighed, and she realised
that shed been so intent on looking at
him, she hadnt seen that hed woken up. I didnt
finish it tonight, Granger. But Im not giving up.
I know, she said and, at once, it was clear to her
what must happen now. She wasnt of this time; she
couldnt stay. Malfoy must be trusted to do the rest alone.
She had delayed him and, by doing that, she had changed history.
She could only hope that it was enough. I must go back now,
He raised a hand and cupped one of her breasts. They hadnt
kissed, and this gentle caress, she realised, was their equivalent.
He released her, and she smiled.
Then she scrambled to her feet, and hastily dressed, raking her
hands through her messy hair and trying to twist it into some
sort of order.
The other you, said Malfoy, is prettysort
ofbut youre hot, Granger.
Will this change things? he asked. With her,
Thats entirely up to you, Draco, she answered.
Everything is up to you, now. She found the Time-Turner.
Remember what I told you about Dumbledore. Hes ready
to protect youyou and your parents.
Malfoy didnt answer but, as Hermione gave the Time-Turner
a last twist, and felt it begin to take effect, she heard him
ask, as though he were noticing it for the first time, Why
are you wearing my clothes?
Before leaving the Room of Requirement, Hermione took another
dose of the spiked Polyjuice Potion.
It was a risk, but she was fairly certain thatwhatever
the world outside might now be likeshed be safer as
Draco Malfoy than as Hermione Granger, and she would try to control
the effects of the aphrodisiac using memories of the previous
She checked herself in the cheval glass, making sure that Malfoys
hair was smooth, and that his tie was straight, before she opened
the door and stepped out into the corridor.
Mr Malfoy? The voice, with its Scottish accent,
was much-loved, and most welcome.
Minerva! Hermione turned, saw the look of surprise
on her former teachers face, and stammered, II
mean, of course, Professor McGonagall. Malfoy
bowed his head respectfully. Good morning, Professor.
Good morning, Mr Malfoy. What on earth are you doing here?
IerI had a sudden hankering to see the old
place again, he said, lamely.
Well, youre welcome, of course, but Id be grateful
if, in future, youll come and see me before you go gallivanting
off around the school.
Of course, ProfessorerHeadmistress. I apologise.
I suppose youll be wanting to take young Scorpius
down into Hogsmeade?
Hermiones heart leaped. Draco has a son? Umno,
Headmistress; sadly, not today. In fact, I really must be getting
back to the train station...
The journey home to London provided more and more evidence that
her mission had been successfulfluffy white clouds floated
across a bright blue sky; the fields were green, and there were
crops, and sheep and cows; the Muggle world was thriving.
It was wonderful!
Half way home, however, she was forced to give in, retreat to
the train lavatory, and relieve the effects of Snapes aphrodisiac
with a combination of blissful memories and deft handwork. By
the time the train pulled into Kings Cross, she was back
in her proper form, exhausted, but on a sexual high.
She walked back to number twelve, Grimmauld Place smiling, her
sense of well-being brightening everything around herthe
colourful shop windows, the cheery people passing byeven
the old house seemed warmer and friendlier, its door painted a
welcoming red, its window sills bearing boxes of violas.
Hermione closed the door behind her. Im home!
She almost screamed when Harry Potter, alive and well and a good
twenty years older than when shed last seen him, came running
up from the kitchenand then it was all she could do to stop
herself throwing her arms around him and hugging him senseless.
Home? he said, laughing. I know you spend a
lot of time here, Hermione, but Im sure that Ron would have
something to say about you calling it home!
Hermione smiled, feebly.
I have a lot to learn. And fast.
She followed Harry down to the kitchen, glancing through the
Dining Room door as she passed.
Above the mantelpiece, which was dressed like a shrine with a
pair of church candles in silver candlesticks, hung a superb portrait
of Severus Snape, looking dark and imposing in fine black robes,
his left hand resting on a gravestone that bore the inscription,
The Bravest Wizard
Who Ever Lived
As Hermione stared at him, he left his graveside, and came to
the edge of the frame and, after studying her for a long moment,
She found her way home by the simple method of inviting Harry
and Ginny for dinner and insisting that they go through the Floo
The house was both very strange and very familiar, obviously
furnished by her, with pieces that were old and well-loved,
and which made the place feel homely. Photographs of two beautiful
childrenthe elder a girl with Hermiones bushy hair
and Rons colouringtold her that she was a mother,
and the heights marked on the kitchen wall revealed that their
names were Rose and Hugo.
As she worked in the unfamiliar kitchen, with Harry and Ginny
sitting at the table, drinking wine and talking cheerfully, she
tried not to think about Dracoor his sonand found
herself, instead, wondering whether she and Ron were happy.
She couldnt tell when he got home from work, nor during
dinner, though he reminded her so much of the boy shed known
at school, and nor could she tell later, when they went to bed
and, after kissing her cheek, he turned off the light and, only
moments later, was fast asleep, snoring.
June 2017, the following day
Hermiones office, in the depths of the Ministry of Magic,
was just as strange and yet just as familiar as her house. She
hung up her cloak, and approached her desk, scanning the mountains
of paperworkall the folders, the ledgers, and the scrolls
of parchmentwondering how long it would take her to orient
herself, and how she would cope in the meantime.
She heard the door open and close behind her and, before she
could turn to greet her visitor, a strong pair of hands seized
her about the waist and bent her over the desktop.
Draco? she gasped.
Well, I sincerely hope that no one else would be
doing this to you, Granger! His lips brushed the nape of
her neck, sending shafts of red hot pleasure through her body.
Merlin, he murmured, two weeks in Belgrade with
Astoria and no sexits a miracle I didnt go on
a killing spree! His hands moved up and cupped her breasts.
Oh, I am going to fuck your phenomenal brains out,
Im an adulteress... said Hermione.
Thenas if her meaning had suddenly come home to himhe
drew back from her, and said, Is it you?
Yes. She turned round. Yes, its me.
So weve caught up, at last. Malfoy eyed her
uncertainly. Are things different?
They gazed at each other for several long moments.
But you do still want me, he said, softly,
and, Merlin, Granger, Ive been wanting you
for twenty years.
Im married, Draco.
So am I...
Neither of them moved; time seemed to be standing still.
Then he reached out, and took her in his strong arms, and crushed
her to him, pressing his erection hard into her belly.
He was raw and demandingas exciting as hed been in
the cloakroom at Notts houseand her body loved his
touch, every part of her responding to him, but Hermione knew
that she couldnt allow it to go on. Why was she betraying
her husband, Draco? she asked, pushing him away. Was
she really so unhappy
You and her, said Malfoy, straightening up. Weird.
He sighed. Ive been waiting twenty years for you,
Grangerto say nothing of the two desperate weeks Ive
just spent fantasising about fucking the other youand I
really cant handle all this philosophical-ethical shit now.
He lifted her onto the desk and, grasping her thighs, brought
her legs up around his hips. Afterwards, we can discuss
anything you wanthow going back in time to shag a spotty
schoolboy must surely have earned you the right to a bit
of happiness... He slid his hands down her legs, and cupped
her buttocks. How this world youre so determined to
save actually includes you and me... He kissed her
neck. How divorce is our most honest option...
Youre as sharp as a tack.
I know. And I do enjoy a good talk. But,he
pulled her closer, squeezing her arse as he rubbed his erection
into her crotchplease, Granger, I have needs. Very
urgent needs. And, he added, in her ear, if
that appeal to your better nature isnt sufficient, I also
promise to make you wail like a banshee.
Hermione was somewhere beyond aroused; her mission seemed to
have transformed her old, sexless self just as much as it had
changed the wizarding world.
She slid her arms around Malfoys neck. I think I
love you, Draco.
Ive loved you for twenty years, Granger.
Then why did we marry
Because she wasnt you. Now, sex.
A slow smile spread across Hermiones face. He was right.
Another woman had married Ron Weasley; this woman
loved Draco Malfoy.
And this Draco Malfoywhom shed helped createhad
a son, and would understand that she already loved the children
the other woman had borne in her name, and would agree that, whatever
else happened in the future, their well-being must come
first. All right, she said, sex now; serious
discussion later. She nuzzled his ear. You know, Draco,
Ive never done it doggy-style.
Is that so?
Will you initiate me?
With pleasure, Maam.
Youre my boss, Granger. Kinky, eh?
Ill show you kinky, Malfoy... Sliding
down his body, she lowered her feet to the floor, turned and,
spreading herself across the desktop, lifted her skirt, presenting
him with her arse.
Oh, yes, he groaned, the lust in his voice
prompting Hermione to wiggle her hips, and tease his cock with
Oh, you hussy! You,he hooked his fingers
round her panties, and ripped them in twohave no idea
what youre doing to me!
Hermione laughed, rocking her hips again. As it happens,
Draco, I know exactly what Im doing to you, she said,
and if you want to know how I kn-OH,hed
thrust himself into her, balls-deepIll tell
youOHtell youOHtell youOHtell