Fic: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 06
Title: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 06
Author: Carol Rodrick ( carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story. Maggie is my.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 06
He lifts his hands and places the cigarillo between his lips. He doesn't take in much of its smoke on his mouth, letting it out quickly after tasting it. Draco rarely has the chance of savoring a cigarillo, but he likes it. It calms him. He finds it sexy and it has a kinda powerful image to it. Nevertheless, this particular client has his favorite mark, always. Draco turns his head and glances at the woman beside him. He smiles.
“So, Maggie, how is the family?”
The sleepy woman under the sheets turns her blue eyes to him. She smiles, happily satisfied. “Oh, you know, dear. All the same. My 'hubbie' is traveling, as usual, but the kids are great. Thanks for asking.” He chuckles lightly. She glares and gives him a little slap on his arm.
He grins at her. He slides his gaze to her chubby figure. Draco likes her; she is incredibly soft, but it is business anyway. He had to take some time to let go of the motherly impression she gave him at the start. But he got used to it. She is adorable to him, and a nice friend. And he really likes her lack of shame.
“Now, now, Drake, will you tell me what happened to you a week ago or what? I got worried.” Maggie pokes him in his ribs. Her nails are painted in bright red, scandalous and warm. So like her.
He sighs. “I told you I'm sorry already. An old acquaintance from my school days showed up. And really, you can't always know when it’s going to rain.” Draco places his cigarillo on the ashtray and leaves it there. He pulls her to his chest, (he knows she likes to cuddle after sex), and continues, his voice soft. “You were out of luck that night, darling. She got me first, but I would NEVER cheat on you on rainy days. You know that, right Mags?” He feels her scratching his chest lightly. He almost let a moan out, but he would never admit how much he missed being hugged and caressed in an innocent way.
She squeezes him a bit. And looks up at him. “Alright Drake. But I hope this old friend of yours is at least cute to take you away from me. And DO CALL next time, sweetie.” And she pats him, smiling sincerely at him. And she gets up. With her cigarillo between her lips, she begins to dress. Malfoy stretches himself before getting up as well, and pulls his tight boxers up himself.
He hears the rustle of clothes. Minutes later she is beside him, placing a kiss on his cheek and putting some cash inside his shirt pocket. “There, baby. Love you, take care okay?”
“Love you too, Mags.” And his eyes follow her out of the cheap hotel room. He doesn't check the money; he never does. Maggie is really generous and always gives him enough money for two month’s rent. And sometimes, she surprises him with a ticket that is worth basic computer lessons, or driving classes. Which always make him laugh when he discovers it.
Maggie is his angel.
Humming the song of that funny man, he finishes redressing. He uses his fingers to comb his hair a bit, and with a last look at the room, he gets out. On the elevator, he starts singing to himself. “... how does it feel... to be on your own... with no directions home... um humhum hum...”
He never forgets the song. It makes him think of that little woman with brown eyes and curly hair. The noise of the elevator opening up to the first floor makes him snap out of his dreamy state and move along to the exit.
He looks to both sides of the street. It’s empty, and it figures since it is almost 2 am. He wonders about Hermione Granger again. Maybe he could take a week of vacation from the whoring life on Piccadilly Street. He finds a phone booth across the street. He walks over, getting a small and crushed card from his wallet. He gets a few coins out of it too. Grinning, he dials her number.
Tuh...tuh...tuh...
“...ello?”
His smile goes wider. “Hello there, Granger.”
He hears sounds of rustling, then a small curse that makes him laugh a bit, for he never expected that the know-it-all would curse, like, EVER, but contains himself in time. “Malfoy! Is 2:15 in the morning! What do you want?!” She is angry. He can tell. It amuses him. He likes it.
Wait a minute. He likes it?!
A pissed-off voice in his ear brings him back to life. “Hello? Hello?! MALFOY!!”
He blinks. And he says the first smart thing that crosses his mind: “Just checking on your Gryffindor honor, Granger. Bye!” And he hangs up. He stares at the old and trashed looking phone. Then he snaps back to himself, without knowing that far away from where he was, in the bed of a certain dirty white cottage, another person was gazing at a phone just like him, and snapping also at the same words.
What the HECK was that about?!
Continues...
Info on Cigarillo, but I'm NOT encouraging ANYONE to smoke, you hear me kids?
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13
Author: Carol Rodrick ( carollinali or Carol on FF.net )
Category: Harry Potter
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance/Slice of Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story. Maggie is my.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 06
He lifts his hands and places the cigarillo between his lips. He doesn't take in much of its smoke on his mouth, letting it out quickly after tasting it. Draco rarely has the chance of savoring a cigarillo, but he likes it. It calms him. He finds it sexy and it has a kinda powerful image to it. Nevertheless, this particular client has his favorite mark, always. Draco turns his head and glances at the woman beside him. He smiles.
“So, Maggie, how is the family?”
The sleepy woman under the sheets turns her blue eyes to him. She smiles, happily satisfied. “Oh, you know, dear. All the same. My 'hubbie' is traveling, as usual, but the kids are great. Thanks for asking.” He chuckles lightly. She glares and gives him a little slap on his arm.
He grins at her. He slides his gaze to her chubby figure. Draco likes her; she is incredibly soft, but it is business anyway. He had to take some time to let go of the motherly impression she gave him at the start. But he got used to it. She is adorable to him, and a nice friend. And he really likes her lack of shame.
“Now, now, Drake, will you tell me what happened to you a week ago or what? I got worried.” Maggie pokes him in his ribs. Her nails are painted in bright red, scandalous and warm. So like her.
He sighs. “I told you I'm sorry already. An old acquaintance from my school days showed up. And really, you can't always know when it’s going to rain.” Draco places his cigarillo on the ashtray and leaves it there. He pulls her to his chest, (he knows she likes to cuddle after sex), and continues, his voice soft. “You were out of luck that night, darling. She got me first, but I would NEVER cheat on you on rainy days. You know that, right Mags?” He feels her scratching his chest lightly. He almost let a moan out, but he would never admit how much he missed being hugged and caressed in an innocent way.
She squeezes him a bit. And looks up at him. “Alright Drake. But I hope this old friend of yours is at least cute to take you away from me. And DO CALL next time, sweetie.” And she pats him, smiling sincerely at him. And she gets up. With her cigarillo between her lips, she begins to dress. Malfoy stretches himself before getting up as well, and pulls his tight boxers up himself.
He hears the rustle of clothes. Minutes later she is beside him, placing a kiss on his cheek and putting some cash inside his shirt pocket. “There, baby. Love you, take care okay?”
“Love you too, Mags.” And his eyes follow her out of the cheap hotel room. He doesn't check the money; he never does. Maggie is really generous and always gives him enough money for two month’s rent. And sometimes, she surprises him with a ticket that is worth basic computer lessons, or driving classes. Which always make him laugh when he discovers it.
Maggie is his angel.
Humming the song of that funny man, he finishes redressing. He uses his fingers to comb his hair a bit, and with a last look at the room, he gets out. On the elevator, he starts singing to himself. “... how does it feel... to be on your own... with no directions home... um humhum hum...”
He never forgets the song. It makes him think of that little woman with brown eyes and curly hair. The noise of the elevator opening up to the first floor makes him snap out of his dreamy state and move along to the exit.
He looks to both sides of the street. It’s empty, and it figures since it is almost 2 am. He wonders about Hermione Granger again. Maybe he could take a week of vacation from the whoring life on Piccadilly Street. He finds a phone booth across the street. He walks over, getting a small and crushed card from his wallet. He gets a few coins out of it too. Grinning, he dials her number.
Tuh...tuh...tuh...
“...ello?”
His smile goes wider. “Hello there, Granger.”
He hears sounds of rustling, then a small curse that makes him laugh a bit, for he never expected that the know-it-all would curse, like, EVER, but contains himself in time. “Malfoy! Is 2:15 in the morning! What do you want?!” She is angry. He can tell. It amuses him. He likes it.
Wait a minute. He likes it?!
A pissed-off voice in his ear brings him back to life. “Hello? Hello?! MALFOY!!”
He blinks. And he says the first smart thing that crosses his mind: “Just checking on your Gryffindor honor, Granger. Bye!” And he hangs up. He stares at the old and trashed looking phone. Then he snaps back to himself, without knowing that far away from where he was, in the bed of a certain dirty white cottage, another person was gazing at a phone just like him, and snapping also at the same words.
What the HECK was that about?!
Continues...
Info on Cigarillo, but I'm NOT encouraging ANYONE to smoke, you hear me kids?
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13