Tell Me: Chapter 9

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Tell Me

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Nine:

Hogwarts: the Entrance Hall:

“Nymphadora,” said Andromeda Tonks with a frown. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve been giving Draco a go,” said Tonks with a grim look in her eyes as she looked at her rather pleased mother. She was rewarded with a narrowed eyed glare. She gave her mother a wicked smile that made her mother blanch.

“Don’t be vulgar,” said Narcissa Malfoy with a note of steel in her voice. “It must be that job, you have. No matter, that will be a thing of the past when Draco and you are married.”

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to become an auror?” asked Tonks flatly.

“No,” said Narcissa smoothly. “Neither do I care. Can you do something about that hair? Andromeda, what does it look like naturally?”

“Show your aunt,” said Andromeda after a slight pause and a grimace.

“No,” said Tonks stubbornly.

“Now, Nymphadora,” said Andromeda. “Or else I show up at the Ministry and tell each and every one of your colleagues that you would prefer to be called Nymphadora from now on.”

“Fine,” said Tonks angrily as she turned her hair her natural color and length.

Draco, who had been standing beside Tonks, trying to look innocent, could only stare at his cousin. Her hair was long and midnight black. She actually reminded him of Pansy with her dark hair and elfin features. But, of course, Tonks was taller and, truth be told, less graceful. But the resemblance was marked. Her heard his mother gasp and thought maybe she saw the same resemblance.

Narcissa began to laugh softly. Andromeda refused to look in her direction.

“What is it?” asked Tonks testily.

“You look like Bella,” said Narcissa softly. “Andromeda, it must have driven you mad. I bet you encouraged her to change her hair the first time she showed signs of being a metamorph.”

“That is not true,” said Andromeda firmly. “It’s just genetics.”

“I do not look like Bellatrix LeStrange,” said Tonks through her teeth. “The same color hair does not make me her twin.”

“When paired with the Black bone structure, it does,” said Narcissa with a smile. She gave Draco a look from underneath her eyelids. He was his father’s son after all, Narcissa wondered if the Tonks girl was serious. Her son did look a bit flushed. “Draco,” said Narcissa smoothly. “Bid your soon-to-be fiancée goodbye.”

“Good-bye, Nymphadora,” said Draco with a sly grin at his cousin. He blushed when Tonks just blew him a kiss as she was leaving. Her mother was muttering in her ear the entire time.

“I trust that you haven’t been doing anything rash, my son,” asked Narcissa quietly as she put on her gloves in the Entrance Hall.

“Never,” said Draco.

“Good,” said Narcissa Malfoy as she kissed her son on the cheek. “I don’t want my grandchild coming until after the wedding ceremony. Do keep that in mind, Draco.”

“Yes, mother,” said Draco as he swallowed nervously. He waved her off then made his way to the Great Hall where he hoped he did not miss dinner. He was hungry. Tonks was certainly energetic.

When Draco walked into the Hall, the din of conversation dipped then swelled. Draco gave a slight frown as he made his way to the Slytherin table. He stiffened when he saw Potty’s gleeful face at the Gryffindor table. That prat better not have been flapping his gums.

“What is up with Potty?” asked Pansy curiously as she looked up into Draco’s suddenly pale face.

Draco looked into her curious eyes and felt a wave of sadness come over him. Pansy smelled like roses. She always had even in third year. It wasn’t a strong perfume but a subtle one. The smell reminded him of velvet, silk and Pansy. Her hair was silky smooth and her skin was velvety soft. He realized that this was the one witch he was certain had feelings for him. It was in her eyes whenever she looked at him, like right now. The other witches were simple bedmates. Pansy was more like his partner. They were very much alike temperamentally and he enjoyed her company. She was smart and sharp tongued. He liked his woman with a bit of bite to them. But now, how did Pansy fit into his life? Draco suddenly realized all that he was giving up if he accepted the Black legacy.

“Pans,” said Draco softly. “I have to tell you something. Let’s go to my room.” Draco was not hungry anymore.

“I shouldn’t” said Pansy as she looked into his eyes and a faint flush rose on her cheeks. Pansy bit her lip as she struggled with herself. She wanted nothing more than to go with Draco to his room but she knew it was dangerous. He had a way of making her forget who she was when he was touching her. Her mother had stressed the importance of her remaining a lady to Draco in every way. A wizard like him would never marry a mistress.

“It’s important,” said Draco seriously.

Pansy nodded and took his hand as he led her out of the Hall.

The Next Morning:

“Why does Slytherin house look so gloomy?” asked Hermione as she walked into the Hall with Blaise.

“The whole Malfoy thing,” said Blaise seriously. “He and Pansy broke up. It’s thrown the whole Slytherin pecking order into disarray. The Black fortune comes with some rather strange conditions.”

“So,” asked Hermione curiously. “Is he going to accept the Black legacy?”

“His mother wants him to,” said Blaise. “But that’s not the reason. Malfoy and Parkinson have been dating since third year. All the other girls are afraid now that Pansy is on the loose looking for a new man.”

“Is that why Malfoy looks so glum?” asked Hermione as she spotted Draco. He wasn’t sitting with Pansy and seemed to be trying to avoid looking at her. She sat at the other end of the table with her head held high and looking like nothing in the world was wrong, except maybe if you looked into her red rimmed eyes.

“Draco is glum because he truly had feelings for Pansy,” said Blaise with concern. “I think he is starting to realize how deep those feelings went.”

Hermione looked at Draco’s pale face and concluded that Blaise may be right. Contrary to popular opinion, Malfoy did have a heart.

“Maybe Pansy will want you,” said Hermione just before they parted ways to go to their tables for breakfast.

“Not me,” said Blaise. “I think Pansy will set her eyes on far bigger game.”
“Like who?” asked Hermione with bright eyes.

“What about Potter?” asked Blaise with a teasing light in his eyes.

“Don’t be daft,” said Hermione. “He’s a half-blood.”

“An old family is an old family,” said Blaise with a twinkle.

Back at the Gryffindor table, Hermione was just in time to hear Lavender inform the table about the Parkinson-Malfoy break-up.

“Is it true that Malfoy is going to marry his cousin in order to inherit the Black fortune,” asked Pavarti.

“Where did you hear that?” asked Harry. Malfoy would be shocked but Harry had not been flapping his gums. After all, Tonks married to ferret boy would be an utter disaster, as far as he was concerned.

“Parkinson told her mates that is why she and Malfoy were finished,” said Lavender with a sparkle in her eyes. “Even if the cousin thing isn’t true, do you know what that means, girls?”

“That means one of the most eligible bachelors in Britain is up for grabs, yet again,” said Pavarti with a giggle.

“Malfoy still must marry a pureblood,” said Hermione dismissively.

“Not true,” said Harry absentmindedly as he spooned up a portion of ham and chicken pie. He was listening to the conversation with half an ear.

“What do you mean?” asked Hermione curiously. She hoped Harry would answer her. He was still slightly miffed about Blaise.

“Never mind,” said Harry as he flushed. The eyes of every girl in Gryffindor and a few in Hufflepuff were trained on him like a bunch of hawks. Harry looked down in confusion.

“Do tell Harry,” pleaded Lavender.

“I heard that in order for Malfoy to inherit the Black fortune,” said Harry, as he realized that he pretty much had to divulge all he knew, or get badgered by girls all day. “He has to marry a girl that is not a pureblood. She can be muggle born or a half blood.”

“That will never happen,” protested Hermione. “His father will never allow it.”

“That’s what I said,” said Harry with relief. He gave Hermione a tentative smile that she returned.

“Parkinson must be furious,” said Lavender with a giggle. “Imagine all the time she has spent capturing Malfoy, and all of it down the drain with a few words in a will.”

“Blaise says that Malfoy is quite upset over the whole Pansy thing,” said Hermione.

“I should imagine so,” said Pavarti. “What other girlfriend would turn a blind eye to all of Malfoy’s outside interests? Do you know what’s really funny, Lisa Turpin, Daphne Greengrass and that blonde fifth year Hufflepuff are all purebloods, as well. Such bad luck.”

“What do all those girls have in common?” asked Harry curiously.

“They all know what Draco Malfoy looks like naked,” whispered Lavender.

“Please,” said Ron. He hadn’t said a word until then. “I’m eating, or trying to.”

“Can we please stop talking about Malfoy?’ asked Hermione as she tried not to think about the words Malfoy and naked in the same sentence. “Can we not talk abut something more useful than the sex lives of Slytherins?”

“But this subject is fascinating,” protested Lavender. “Draco Malfoy has to marry a non-pureblood. I doubt if he’s ever even snogged one before in his life.”

“Speaking of Slytherins,” whispered Lavender as she took a look down the table where Katie Bell was eating. “Have you heard the latest? I heard that Katie Bell’s parents have betrothed her to a former Slytherin. Better yet, to someone who used to be on their Quidditch team. I wonder who it is?”

“Poor Katie,” said Harry, who against his will was beginning to enjoy the gossip. “If I was her, I would hope it wasn’t someone like Flint or Bole.”

“Bole,” snorted Pavarti. “She should be so lucky.”

“I always thought Flint was so cute,” said Lavender dreamily.

“Are you completely mad?” asked Harry with a slight look of horror.

“Bole is the heir to the largest fortune in Western magical Europe,” said Pavarti. “Plus he has the most beautiful eyes.”

“He’s completely thick,” said Hermione.

“Flint is just so manly,” said Lavender with a sigh. “All those muscles...hmmmm.”

“Speaking of thick,” said Harry sardonically. He and Hermione exchanged a speaking look.

“I can hear you,” said Katie Bell a trifle loudly from down the table.

“Sorry, Katie,” said Harry sheepishly. “Bad luck about the whole marriage thing.”

“It’s Flint,” said Katie with a long suffering sigh. “At least, I’ll get good seats to the Falcon’s games.”

“Aren’t you more upset about the whole situation?” asked Hermione curiously. As a muggle born, she did not understand the whole arranged marriage thing or how calmly most students took the news that their parents arranged their marriage.

“I have always known that I would have an arranged marriage,” said Katie with a puzzled look on her face. “Granted I haven’t set eyes on Flint since he graduated but he did send me this nice bracelet when he found out about it.”

“Too bad, it wasn’t Adrian Pucey,” said Lavender with a blush.

“No kidding,” agreed Katie. “But luckily, he’s one of Flint’s mates; so at least, I’ll get to look at him from time to time.”

“He’s so totally gorgeous,” said Hermione with a sigh.

“Hermione,” said Harry with a surprised look.

“Please, Harry,” said Pavarti. “Every girl at Hogwarts knew how utterly beautiful Adrian Pucey was when he was here.

Harry grimaced. He wasn’t enjoying the gossip as much anymore. Girls were very pervy. He was relieved when everyone started to drift off to class.

“Potty, you bastard,” hissed Malfoy from behind Harry.

“My parents were married,” said Harry coolly.

“Why did you tell everyone about that blasted will,” said Malfoy angrily. “Have you told everyone about Nymphadora, as well?”

“Nymphadora who?” asked Harry with a puzzled look.

“You are so thick,” muttered Draco with a look of disgust.

“Tonks,” whispered Hermione in Harry’s ear.

“Oh,” said Harry. “No, I didn’t tell anyone about the will or Tonks.”

“Liar,” hissed Draco. He gave Hermione a smoldering look.

“Parkinson told everyone about the will,” said Hermione as she stoutly defended Harry.

‘She would never do such a thing,” said Draco. He gave both Harry and Hermione a glare and stomped off in a huff. He went to look for Pansy.

“I wonder why she didn’t say anything about Tonks?” asked Hermione curiously.

“I bet she didn’t want it to seem that Draco had dumped her for another woman,” said Harry with a shrug. “I bet Slytherins would rather be dumped for money than a rival.”

The Entrance Hall:

“Pans,” said Draco loudly as he caught up to Pansy and Millicent headed for classes. He caught at her arm. “Why are you telling people about the will and not Nymphadora? I don’t fancy being chased by fortune hunting, half-blood girls.”

“I think that would be so amusing to watch,” drawled Pansy as she pulled away from Draco.

“So this is funny for you,” said Draco sulkily.

“No,” hissed Pansy. “It is not.”

Draco watched her flounce away in a huff but didn’t go after her. He saw the hurt in her eyes and he knew that she was desperately trying to mask the pain of their break-up. He didn’t blame her. It was taking a lot for him to accept that fact too. He had wanted to stay with Pansy but she had refused. She said his mother would prevail in the end and that the Black fortune was too much to fritter away. She wanted a clean break.

Draco had been upset when she had said an off hand voice that it was a pity that Katie Bell had landed Flint recently. But no matter, seeing that there were many Slytherin wizards still on the market, she would just have to start over. Draco knew, deep inside, before the term was over, that Pansy will have landed someone else. It made him feel sad because he had thought that she cared for him more than she obviously did. He would never have known. On the other hand, if Pansy was putting on an act, it made him feel guilty and more upset. All in all, Draco Malfoy was having a crap day.

So,” said Theodore as he got into step with Malfoy after he finished speaking to Pansy. “Who was the girl you were shagging yesterday?”

“I have no idea what you are on about,” said Draco dismissively.

“Please,” snorted Theo. “I had to come back for a book in the middle of the afternoon. All those cries and moans were deafening.”

“Fuck,” said Draco as he sighed.

“The new fiancée,” guessed Theo.

“Does everyone at Hogwarts know my business?” asked Draco with a pout.

“Yes,” said Blaise smoothly as he came up behind Draco. “Most girls are dismissing rumors of the cousin but they just want a go with you.”

“She’s not my fiancée yet,” said Draco sourly.

“Fucking your first cousin,” said Blaise teasingly. “How very pureblood of you.”

“Bugger off,” said Draco. “You are just jealous because she’s hotter than your current shag.”

“I bet she doesn’t give a fantastic blow-job like my Hermione,” teased Blaise as he whispered in Draco ear.

The hair rose on the back of Draco’s neck as he thought about Granger’s mouth.

“I bet you need to keep that girl’s mouth full to keep her from boring you to death,” said Draco dismissively.

“There is no boredom involved,” said Blaise with a grin.

“Can we stop talking about Granger,” said Draco petulantly. Draco wanted to forget about Granger, her messy hair and her annoying mouth. He needed a plan.

Blaise’s eyes twinkled as he saw how much he was annoying Draco. He decided to push it up a notch.

“I wonder if I could talk her into indulging a few fantasies,” said Blaise mischievously. “Maybe a threesome with the two of us before you become an engaged wizard.”

“I hate you, Blaise,” said Draco darkly. All of a sudden, a plan formed in his mind - a plan by which he would exercise this yearning for Hermione Granger.

Later that Night:

Blaise could feel warmth against his chest and he opened his eyes blearily.

“Blaise,” whispered a voice in his ear. The voice made him shiver. It was dark and seductive and very, very familiar. “Can Blaise come out and play?”

“What are you doing, Draco?’ asked Blaise as he squirmed under Draco’s heavy body that was straddling him.

“Indulging one of your fantasies,” whispered Draco.

Blaise looked up at Draco in the semi darkness and shivered. How did Draco know? He swallowed as he caught sight of Draco’s firm, naked chest. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms that were slung indecently low on Draco’s slim hips.

“Quit it, Draco,” said Blaise firmly as he drank in the long planes of Draco’s body. He shivered again when he heard Draco’s low chuckle.

“You don’t want me to stop,” said Draco. “So stop lying to yourself. Do you remember that time in third year?”

“That kiss was a mistake,” said Blaise hoarsely. “I thought we were never going to talk about it again.”

Blaise moaned as Draco trailed kisses up his neck. They had kissed once, in Third year. They had been spying on Pucey in the common room. Blaise had thought that Pucey was with a girl, so had Draco, They had been stunned to see Pucey and Higgs wrapped around each other on one of the couches, passionately kissing. Blaise had been rather turned on by watching them and so had Draco. They shared a rather hot kiss before sneaking back to bed. For years, he had convinced himself it was just a one off prompted by events beyond their control. Blaise groaned as Draco claimed his mouth in a scorching hot kiss, a replay of the one they shared many years ago.

“I don’t want this,” stuttered Blaise.

Draco ground his hips against Blaise’s stiff cock and snickered.

“Yes, you do,” whispered Draco as he kissed Blaise deeply. “Besides, what a little oral sex between friends?”

A matter of minutes later, Draco was licking Blaise’s stiff penis and listening to his friend moan his name. Later, Draco had his hands fisted in Blaise’s curly hair and guided him through his first blow job. It was like instructing a girl but more erotic. He could feel Blaise’s stubble rubbing on his inner thighs and he sucked harder than a girl ever would. When Draco finally came, it was like the back of his head blew off, it was so good.

They lay together panting in the darkness. Draco’s hands were stroking Blaise’s back.

“Tell me,” said Draco after a short silence. “How does my blow-job compare to Granger’s?”

“It doesn’t,” said Blaise as he licked his lips. He could still taste Draco. He felt almost paralyzed by pleasure. He could almost still feel the wet heat of Draco’s mouth around his penis.

“I hope in a good way,” said Draco. His voice was amused. “Because I just love your mouth.”

“What are we doing Draco?” asked Blaise. His voice was hesitant.

“Indulging your fantasies,” said Draco slyly. Soon, he was going to get Blaise to help him indulge his Granger obsession. But first, he was going to get Blaise addicted to his touch. A bloody good thing he was finding that he enjoyed seducing Blaise. He placed his mouth on Blaise’s neck and gave a grin as he heard him moan.