Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Never have. Never will.
Notes: So, in this oneshot, I had to make up a name for a character (a criminal, in this case) and I just wanted to say that I picked the name at random, with no intention of making a reference or creating similarities to any person, real or fictional. Just wanted to make that clear. Thanks!
This oneshot was written by request for moonserentiy089. This idea was pure brilliance, and I loved every minute of writing it. I look forward to doing more stories for you.
The Love That Never Died
a Harry Potter fan fiction
The loud, echoing sound of a door being pushed open with great force pierced the near silence that had once occupied the Auror Department floor at the Ministry of Magic. The cause of the sudden disturbance was by two well-known and respected Aurors, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, both of whom were keeping a firm grip on a third man, who was wearing handcuffs.
Not only were Draco and Hermione the best Auror team in their department, they were also ex-spouses. After their divorce five months ago, they decided that, for the good of their careers, they would continue being partners.
Draco and Hermione looked worse than any of their coworkers had ever seen them after returning from a mission. Their clothes and footwear were covered in mud and dirt to an extent that nobody could make out the original color of the fabric. Several cuts, burns, and scratches could be seen through the rips on their clothing. Their usually flawless faces also held a few cuts, and their hair was a mess.
The man in handcuffs that they were now escorting down the hall was Ezra Stonewald, a forty-year-old wizard who had murdered several muggleborns (specifically muggleborn witches) and their muggle families in the last three months, a total of thirty-five people. The two Aurors were determined to bring the serial killer to justice, especially Hermione, who, being a muggleborn witch herself, was a target.
They had now made it to the end of the long, dark hallway, where a prison guard from Azkaban was waiting for them.
"The world is blessed to have you two," the guard said in a deep Scottish accent. "Finally this scum can no longer cause harm."
"He's yours," Hermione said, and the guard grabbed Ezra Stonewald by the arm, and began to usher him away. But, before he was out of sight, the guard turned to them and said, "Your boss would like to speak to the two of you."
"Yes, thank you," Draco said at the guard's retreating figure. Draco turned to look at Hermione. "We did it."
"Yes, we did," Hermione said with a small smile. It was difficult for her to be completely thrilled when she thought of the families who had already lost their lives, but, as she thought about the many she had saved, her smile grew wider. "He can't hurt anyone anymore."
Draco and Hermione began walking swiftly to their boss's office in a comfortable silence, both of their bodies sore and numb from their struggle with the criminal, and their voices hoarse and weak from all the screaming and yelling of curses and hexes. Draco and Hermione's boss and head of the Auror department was Hermione's childhood friend Harry Potter. Harry had entered Auror training almost immediately after his defeat of Lord Voldemort some years ago, and had flown through the three year training course with high marks, along with Hermione and Draco. When it was time for Kingsley Shacklebolt to retire, he recommended that Harry take over the Auror department. Feeling immensely flattered, Harry accepted the job without the slightest bit of hesitation, making the twenty-nine-year-old one of the youngest people to have such a high ranking job in the Ministry. The news had thrilled Harry's wife Ginny Weasley-Potter, as well as Hermione and Ron Weasley, who had agreed to be the godparents of Harry and Ginny's only son, Sirius James Potter.
When the two arrived at Harry's office, Draco knocked on the door and waited.
"Come in," came Harry's voice a moment later.
Draco and Hermione entered the spacious office, where Harry was sitting in the large chair behind his desk with his hands in his lap. He stood up when he saw them, and smiled. He ran over to Hermione and engulfed her in a hug, not caring at all that she was filthy. Harry had always been protective of Hermione, for she was like the sister he never had. When he had heard that she was going after Ezra Stonewald, he was scared for her, and even attempted to talk her out of it. But, he knew that she was strong and with Draco at her side, they would succeed. After he released Hermione, he turned to Draco and politely shook his hand. After the war had ended, tensions between the Golden Trio and Draco had significantly decreased, even to the point where, after several years of working together, they considered themselves friends.
"Please, please, have a seat," Harry said, motioning to the two chairs placed before Harry's desk. Draco and Hermione happily accepted the seats while Harry resumed his seat behind his own desk.
"So," Harry said, staring at them with curious emerald eyes. "How was it?"
"It was probably the most intense mission we've been on in our careers," Draco said.
"I agree," Hermione said, "We had one hell of a time trying to find him in the first place, he had lots of people covering up for him. But, finally, we were able to track him down to an abandoned building, where he was hiding and planning his next kill. He survived by eating some rabbits and stealing chickens from people's farms in that area."
"It was a close fight," Draco cut in and Hermione rolled her eyes and coughed, "when we found him and said he was under arrest, he lunged at us and I was just able to push Hermione out of the way. He grabbed his wand and starting firing hexes at us like crazy. He got close to a window and cast Incendio, planning to escape through the window and have us burn to death. We were just able to escape before the building went up in total flames. He hadn't made it far, so we were just able to hex him and then tackle the scum until he surrendered."
"So dangerous. I hate putting you two in so much danger," Harry muttered in a firm, almost angry voice, shaking his head at the thought, "And you were both in the building at the same time, you say?"
"Yes," Hermione and Draco said together.
The two Auror partners turned to look at each other. Hermione's brown eyes burned with anger. Harry glanced at each of them, confused as to why Hermione looked so angry.
"Could you please let me answer for once?" Hermione spat bitterly.
"Excuse me for answering a question that could have easily been directed at either of us," Draco replied angrily.
"Yes, but you are always cutting me off!" Hermione said, her voice growing shrill with rage. "As if my version of what happened isn't good enough."
"I never said that!" Draco retorted, "Aren't I allowed to share my point of view because I was there and I experienced it?"
"Yes, but you could at least let me finish what I have to say first!" She stood up and looked down at him.
"When have I ever interrupted you?" Draco asked, standing up as well. "When have I ever done anything besides try to help you and protect you? That's all I ever want to do! That's why I wish you didn't go on this damn mission in the first place! I wish Potter kept you behind like he wanted! At least then I would know you would be safe!"
"Fuck you, you arrogant bastard!" Hermione finished. She turned and stormed out the office, slamming the door behind her.
"Draco," Harry said, breaking through his state of awkwardness and standing up, "what the hell was that all about?" Harry was instantly feeling protective of Hermione, and almost angry at Draco since he seemed to be the cause of her sudden rage.
Draco looked at the door Hermione just departed from, then turned to look at Harry. He licked his thin, pale lips, unsure of how to respond.
Finally, he spoke, "I think that Hermione and I have some unresolved issues that we need to discuss."
Harry, who was unsatisfied with Draco's vague answer, opened his mouth to speak, but Draco had already fled from the office with the intention of finding Hermione.
He had a feeling about where she was. He knew that whenever Hermione was really angry, she went to take a shower. So, Draco swiftly went downstairs to where the Auror locker rooms were located. He found her sitting on one of the wooden benches, taking off her muddy shoes and rubbing her feet. Draco experienced some soreness in his feet from running, so he removed his shoes too.
Hermione heard the sound of shoes being thrown on the floor, and she looked up to meet Draco's eyes.
"I thought we agreed on it," Draco spat.
"Agreed on what?"
"That when it got too dangerous, you would Disapparate out of the building and to safety. You know how Potter would get on my case if I put you in that kind of situation. But I guess you couldn't let me off the hook this one time, could you? Because from what you just said during the debriefing, you decided to stay behind."
"I never really agreed to that," Hermione retorted, rising from the bench. "I just went along with it at the time so you would shut up."
"I didn't even need you on that mission," Draco said harshly. "I could have easily captured that arse all by myself. I don't need you."
"Well, I don't need you, you pompous arsehole!" Hermione said, and Draco could practically see the steam coming from her ears as her pale face reddened. "I have more experience in this field than you do! All those years ago, it was me who was finding those Horcruxes with Harry! I was the one risking my life every day, while you were at home scared with mummy!"
"How dare you!" Draco said, taking a step closer to her. "You...you..." He struggled to find the right word to use.
"Go ahead, call me a bitch, call me an arse, call me whatever the hell you want!" Hermione roared. "In the past you picked on me for everything: my teeth, my hair, my blood status! But I don't care, because whatever you call me, it is nothing compared to what you are!" She stepped closer to him. "And what about our partnership, Draco? Aren't we supposed to work together? Aren't we supposed to be equals when it comes to our job? Not, oh let Draco do all the dangerous work while poor little Hermione sits back and watches!" Her voice was just dripping with sarcasm.
"What is your bloody problem?" Draco asked, now so close to her that Hermione could just feel the spittle land on her face. "All I wanted to do was protect you from that mad man! That's why I was so reluctant to let you participate in this mission! Especially since you are a muggleborn witch, making you an automatic target! He easily would have killed you before even bothering to hurt me. You're famous, Hermione, he would have recognized you on the spot if you got close enough!"
Draco attempted to calm down after this angry outburst. "And Hermione...if anything bad happened to you..." He put his hand on the side of her face. "I would never be able to forgive myself."
There was only silence for a moment before Draco placed both his hands around Hermione's waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their lips burned with desire and undying love, and all angry emotion dissolved as their tongues began battling each other in a slow waltz that held all forgiveness and love.
"Oh, Draco," Hermione murmured in between kisses, "I'm so sorry for everything I said."
"Me too," said Draco. "I only said it to cover up how I feel. To cover up the fact that, damn it, I love you."
"I love you too," Hermione said, the corners of her mouth curving upwards.
As the kissing and murmuring of loving words continued, the couple slowly made their way toward the locker room showers. They entered the shower, clothes and all, and turned the water to a relaxing warm setting. The water turned brown and red as it washed away the dirt and grime from their clothing and the blood from their wounds. Their snogging continued with a delicious mixture of lip sucking, tongue swirling, and teeth grazing.
Their clothing was ripped off in a matter of seconds, and the two were soon naked with their clothing materials on the shower floor: soaked and in shreds.
It was all so familiar: the feeling of their skin making contact, their lips against each other, and their hands roaming to their intimate parts.
Draco broke the kiss and squatted down before Hermione. Hermione spread her legs and moaned as Draco began eating out her pussy. She threw her head back against the wet wall as Draco started to work his magic. His tongue worked slowly at first: he licked and nipped at her wet, pink flesh lovingly, and gently sucked and nibbled her clitoris, which was swollen with arousal. Then, once he found her sweet hole, his tongue began darting in and out of her in swift movements, like a man who hadn't felt the warmth and pleasure of a woman's flesh his whole life. Hermione showed her appreciation by groaning his name several times and rocking her pussy against his face, making his nose hit her clitoris as he continued to eat her out.
"Oh," Hermione moaned, as she felt a pleasurable warmth grow in her nether regions, indicating that her orgasm was near. "No, Draco."
"What is it, my love?" Draco said, looking up at her, her juices glistening and sticking to his face.
"I want to cum with you inside me," she responded with a seductive smirk on her bruised face.
Draco smirked back and stood up before her. To his surprise, Hermione suddenly jumped into his strong arms and wrapped her long, creamy legs around his waist. She placed her arms around his long, thick neck. Draco placed one hand underneath her deliciously round bum and his other on her upper thigh to support her.
Hermione could feel his erection pressing into her wet pussy. She bit her lip as she sank down onto his cock, swallow his size in her warm, velvet tunnel.
"Oh," they both moaned together.
Their skin was familiar against each other, and they both knew exactly how to move. Draco slowly moved in and out of Hermione, creating a slow, sensual friction that both immensely enjoyed. The warm water continued to fall on them, making their bodies slippery and soaked, and washing away the sweat that soon began to form near their hairlines. Draco turned his head and latched his lips onto Hermione's neck, sucking on her wet skin passionately. It had been so long since they had been together this way, to be physically intimate, to be together as one.
"Faster," Hermione choked out, her voice raspy and hoarse with need.
Draco sped up his movements slightly, his skin slapping against her own loudly. His hands rubbed her wet back slowly, then went lower to her bum to squeeze the milky orbs and to give her a small spanking. Hermione moved her hips against Draco's to meet him with every thrust.
While he had been with other women sexually, he had never made love to them this way: so full of passion and a burning need, a need that he felt would kill him if not satisfied.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hermione cursed repeatedly as her climax neared. "I'm gonna cum so hard around you, Draco."
"Such a dirty mouth, my dear," Draco smirked at her, kissing her lips softly. Precum was now seeping into her cunt, and he too knew that his climax was just around the corner.
With a final thrust, Hermione came with a growl of his name, and Draco roared in ecstasy as his seed was released into her deep tunnel. Hermione's womanhood spasmed pleasurably around him, and drenched his cock with her scrumptious juices.
It was as if the world had disappeared around them, and nothing mattered but the fact that they were finally back together, and that they had discovered that their love had never truly died with their divorce, but had become hidden behind the emotional barriers they had just broken.
Within a few minutes, the couple had managed to calm down from their highs. They now sat on the shower floor, the water turned off, and still in their state of nakedness. Draco had his arms wrapped around Hermione, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Draco," she spoke finally.
"Yes?" he said, looking down at her.
"I just wanted to say that...that I understand why you wanted to protect me."
"I'm glad that you do, because that's all that matters to me."
"But, I want you to know that...just because we're back together now, it doesn't mean that I'm going to give up on my job entirely." She grabbed his hand and held it in her bare lap. "You need to understand that I'm a big girl, and I don't need you to save me from everything. I can take care of myself."
"All right," Draco said with a smile.
There was silence for a moment. Draco knew the topic he was about to bring up would hurt her, but he knew that it would help both of them to talk about it.
"Hermione," he began, "I know that you still blame yourself for what happened." When Hermione didn't respond, he gently grabbed her by the chin and titled her head to look at him. "You know, the baby."
Hermione looked away from him again, her face turning melancholy. She remembered telling Draco (who was, at the time, her husband) that she was pregnant, and how happy they had both been. Then, when she was only a few months along, she experienced sudden bleeding. Fearing the worst, Draco had taken her to a Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where the Healer confirmed that she had miscarried. At first, Draco and Hermione thought that their relationship could still survive the sudden, terrible loss. They coped with the unending depression for a while, until, the two knew that they had drifted apart to the point where it was time for a divorce.
"I pushed you away," Hermione said, her eyes stinging with tears. She looked up at him. "After the baby died, I disconnected from you completely. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he said, "I understand how you felt. To lose someone that you love before you could even know them...it's horrible."
A tear finally escaped Hermione's eye and began to slowly slide down her beautiful face. Draco kissed it away. He hated seeing her cry; it broke his heart.
"I thought you deserved a woman who could provide you with a baby," Hermione admitted. "That's why I began to push you away."
"Hermione," Draco said firmly, "don't ever speak like that again. I love you, and I will always love you, whether we have one baby or ten babies or no babies." Draco ended his statement by pressing his lips upon hers. It was a loving, soft kiss, a kiss that held promise for their future together.
After several more minutes of passionate snogging, the couple left the shower and proceeded to get dressed in some clean clothes from their lockers. Once Hermione was fully clothed once more, she walked over to Draco's locker, where Draco had just finished slipping his shoes on.
"Hi," he said, grinning at her. His pale grey eyes seemed brighter than usual. "Would you like to go back to my place for dinner? We could talk some more..."
Hermione smiled in return. "I would like that."
"Good," Draco said, and for some reason he felt warmth spread through his face; he was blushing.
Hermione Granger had been the only woman in his twenty-nine-year-old life to make him feel nervous, undeserving, or insignificant. She was the only woman who honestly made him strive to be a better man, and a better person at whole.
He remembered when they first starting dating. It had been a few years after the war ended, and the wizarding world was putting themselves back together. They had struggled through many obstacles to be together, these obstacles being people they knew: Draco's disapproving parents, Hermione's friends (who, at the time, still hated Draco), and of course the exes. While Ronald Weasley, Viktor Krum, and Pansy Parkinson showed clear signs of resentment, Draco's ex-lover Astoria Greengrass even excelled to the point of shoving false paternity tests in Draco's face. All of those problems no longer mattered at this point. All that mattered was that they were together again, and Draco would make sure to keep it that way.
Draco held his hand out to her. Hermione took it, and looked down as Draco began rubbing her thumb, smiling. Her expression looked thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Draco.
"Nothing, really," Hermione began, "I...I just truly believe that this can work out...as long as we are more honest with each other." Draco beamed at her in agreement, revealing his perfectly white teeth.
"Shall we go now, Hermione?" Draco asked softly, twirling his thumb around her index finger.
"Yes," she replied.
A whole new chapter was about to be written for Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, a chapter that would be much smoother and happier for both adults, because they would be where they were supposed to be: in each other's arms.
With a smile still upon their faces, they turned and vanished.