A Suitable Arrangement

Thirteen: Seeking Advice Pt. 2

Draco

The door to Snape's old office seemed to loom before the handsome blonde wizard. He seemed confused by being assigned a detention in Potions when he didn't do a damned thing. But he had a feeling that this was not to be a detention in the usual sense.

He knocked on the door, and Granger's voice called out, "Come in."

She was grading papers, and dressed as severe as his godfather. He hated to admit it to himself, but she was a good match for Snape, much more than if he had just worked up the courage to ask her to the Yule Ball, instead of take Pansy Parkinson. He shivered at the distasteful memory.

He cleared his throat, and Granger's amber eyes raked him over, and she set her papers off to the side, and put her black quill pen in its inkpot.

"Please sit down, Draco," She said politely. He rose an eyebrow at the use of his first name. "I sent for you here today, because I needed to talk to you about Pansy Parkinson."

His natural curiosity was piqued now. Why the hell did Granger want to talk about an ex he couldn't freaking stand to begin with? He sat down, and said, "There's not much to tell. She was a bitch, and her clinginess was tiresome after a while. Why the hell do you even care?"

Granger folded her hands in front of her, and Draco glanced at her expensive diamond engagement ring. Yeah, this was going to be so weird to have her as his godmother. True, he had the marriage law to thank for that, but it was still weird to him, nonetheless; it was still a big adjustment to him.

"I went to see Pansy yesterday for advice," Granger confessed, looking embarrassed. "She was professional until she mentioned why you two are not together any more. She claims that you had a crush on me. Is that true?"

Draco grinned, and nodded. "Yeah. Big deal, you're going to be marrying my godfather, what's the point now? The god's honest truth is that until you punched me out, no one dared to stand up to me. I was spoiled rotten as a kid, and given the world on a platter, and raised to think witches like you were scum. I admired your strength, and you were always cute, despite that bird's nest you called hair."

Granger nodded, understanding. He expected her to pity him, but he saw only understanding in those brown doe eyes of hers. He felt oddly humbled by that.

"If you had not been such a jerk to me, I would have let you ask me out Yule Ball," She admitted. "But after being tortured by your crazy Aunt, I understood the hell you lived through, and I found that I couldn't resent you any more, Draco. I want us to be friends, in private, of course. We are going to be family, after all. Your father is Severus's cousin, correct?"

"Yeah, on his mum's side," Draco recited. "I can understand why my godfather wanted to have nothing to do with that prick his mum married. I'm glad he can get rid of that Snape surname."

"You have seen the pensieve memories," Granger said. It was not a question.

He nodded. "Yeah. My dad was no father of the year, either, but at least he didn't beat me, or rape my mother in front of me."

"Jesus," Granger murmured.

"Exactly. Now, I'm going to talk to that bitch, and tell her to leave you the hell alone," Draco stood. He was about to leave, but Granger put a hand on his arm. "Let me go...Hermione. If I know Pansy and I do, she will try to ruin your big day. I'm doing this for my Uncle, not you."

He wrenched her hand off of him, and he stalked off to the Slytherin common room. He found Blaise on the main couch getting a blow job from Daphne Greengrass. Blaise looked up at him, and said, "Drake, you want in on this? Daph is awesome at this, man."

"Don't let Weaslette catch you," Draco chuckled. He filed this incriminating information away for later like the good little Slytherin he was. "Now, get out. You know where the dorm rooms are."

"Fine," Blaise huffed. "Come on, baby, Drake's being a damn party pooper."

They left, and Draco used the fireplace to go to Pansy's posh London office. Once he was there, he charmed his way past the reception desk, and when he got to Pansy's office, he marched up to her, and slapped her hard across the face.

She screamed. "Draky! What the fuck are you doing??"

He grabbed her about the throat, and snarled, "Leave my godmother the fuck alone. She doesn't need any more bullshit from your stupid jealous ass any more. Consider this mercy."

She fought back, and slapped him back. "Fuck you! Why do you even want her? She's a mudblood--"

"She is going to be my godmother," Draco snarled. "I have zero interest in her whatsoever."

Pansy put her hands on her hips. "Fine! I'll leave your precious mudblood alone if you fuck me. Like, really fuck me, good and hard."

"Muffilato," He cast with his wand. He decided that he wasn't going to be gentle with her. He cast an anti-conception charm, and forced her on to her couch, and ripped her panties off. He freed his cock, and shoved it into her entrance from behind as he lifted her skirt up around her waist. He yanked on her hair, and fucked her hard and deep. He pulled out and came on her face. He then tucked himself back in his pants, and disapparated with a loud pop.

After punching Filch in the face, and obliviating the squib's memories, he got through the Hogwarts gate, and went back to the Slytherin common room. A small part of him did not like screwing his ex, but hopefully, Pansy would be able to keep her stupid mouth shut. But it was highly unlikely, and he needed to be prepared for her scheming ass to show up at the wedding; so he made his own preparations, and as time went on, he kept on the watch for Pansy and made sure to run interference when the time came...