Fic: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 11
Title: She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 11
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.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 11
Grey eyes dart around the street; the cars that pass are no different from one another. He unconsciously hopes to see a black new Beetle showing up, but it never does. He hasn't seen it in the three days since he left her little dirty white cottage. Draco keeps reminding himself, over and over again, the day she helped him get rid of that damn forsaken mark. And the way she felt so soft when she cried and hugged him after. Hermione doesn't know, course, but he still could sense things after he apparently was knocked out.
Draco, at the time, just felt so tired, and the pain was terrible, and the alcohol made him sleepy. So he had just closed his eyes, and he was limp and oblivious to everything... Till she hugged him.
And cried for him, and for her. And he could still hear her voice trembling in sad but soft whispers near his ear, much like she was talking to herself. And it was her desperate embrace that lulled him to sleep. Desperation aside, having a warm skin contact that didn’t mean any lust, but just a need for innocent closeness… It was so comforting, like sunlight after a winter night.
He would never tell, of course.
Draco is so deep in thoughts that he doesn't see the tall man in the black suit next to him till said man clears his throat out loud. Draco stares at him. He raises his eyebrows. The guy points to a silver car at the next corner. In the passenger window, a hand taps a cigar in a very lazy way.
Not looking to the man, who he assumes is a driver or a bodyguard, the blond moves to the car. He takes a look inside. Inside, a businessman tastes a cigar. He looks to be about forty-five years old, dark hair turning grey here and there in a distinguished-looking way, expensive dark suit, intelligent blue eyes. Said eyes land on the blond whore for a minute, and a head movement invites him to enter the car.
In a second Draco is seated beside the older man. Grey eyes lock blue ones, and his voice is firm and clear.
“Blow-job fee is-”
He is interrupted by the door opening suddenly and his arm being tugged. “DRACO!”
And he is staring at Hermione Granger. She looks flushed, and is breathing fast like she just won a marathon. She looks quickly from Draco to the man, blinks a lot and starts again.
“Come on! The police are coming!” And she looks at the man in an awkward, apologetic way. “This isn’t a good time.” And she drags a very surprised Draco out of the car before the businessman can even open his mouth. Before he even knows it, Draco is inside her black new Beetle and she is driving like a nutcase.
“GRANGER LET ME O-” And he hears sirens. He stares at Hermione. She motions him to hide with hand waves. “I told you! Hide, for Merlin's sake!” He shuts up and obeys.
Ten minutes later, they are sitting at a nice coffee bar, and Draco feels uncomfortable. His clothes are chosen to make him look like a stunning, sexy, and slutty bloke, not to sit at a decent looking bar with a decent looking girl. It is worse than when he was turned into a ferret. He feels dirty and... naked. Course, Draco would never admit it and he is very good at hiding himself. So he sips at his coffee au late, like he belongs there, with his black tight pants, white tank top and pointy shoes.
Hermione, when they finally stopped and got into the bar, had cast a glance at his attire, then blushed in a cute and naive way, and after a moment of avoiding the sight of him, he saw her do her best, despite her red cheeks, to treat him like it was perfectly normal. Some Gryffindor guts, she has.
So he tries his best to do the same and act normal, a very small smile hidden in his eyes. It doesn't change the fact that she looks adorable today in a shimmering dress. So adorable that he could bite her. But her being adorable doesn't change the fact that she also just saved him from being arrested.
“So... Thanks. It's good not to be arrested.” To avoid looking at her, he is staring at the table. He doesn't want to think too much. It's dangerous to think too much...
“Yeah, sure. But...” There is a pause. Hermione gags a bit like she can't find the right words to say something. So she takes another sip on her coffee. And she sighs. And she speaks so fast that he can barely understand her.
“Sorry! I was the one that called the cops-”
“You WHAT?!”
“... because I can't let you in the streets like that. I can't let you continue in this job, so I though it would be the easiest way to get you out of there-”
“You're damn right it was! But-”
“... and I will not let you go back! I can't! I've been thinking about it for days, for weeks actually, and I can't! I don't know what happened to you that you ended up doing this, but I won't let you go!”
Draco is staring at her now. She is flushed, and breathing hard, and looking at him, her eyes full of determination. He blinks. He blinks again.
No way.
Continues...
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.
WARNING: Prostitution. DH spoilers. Ignores epilogue.
She Drives, He Walks - Chapter 11
Grey eyes dart around the street; the cars that pass are no different from one another. He unconsciously hopes to see a black new Beetle showing up, but it never does. He hasn't seen it in the three days since he left her little dirty white cottage. Draco keeps reminding himself, over and over again, the day she helped him get rid of that damn forsaken mark. And the way she felt so soft when she cried and hugged him after. Hermione doesn't know, course, but he still could sense things after he apparently was knocked out.
Draco, at the time, just felt so tired, and the pain was terrible, and the alcohol made him sleepy. So he had just closed his eyes, and he was limp and oblivious to everything... Till she hugged him.
And cried for him, and for her. And he could still hear her voice trembling in sad but soft whispers near his ear, much like she was talking to herself. And it was her desperate embrace that lulled him to sleep. Desperation aside, having a warm skin contact that didn’t mean any lust, but just a need for innocent closeness… It was so comforting, like sunlight after a winter night.
He would never tell, of course.
Draco is so deep in thoughts that he doesn't see the tall man in the black suit next to him till said man clears his throat out loud. Draco stares at him. He raises his eyebrows. The guy points to a silver car at the next corner. In the passenger window, a hand taps a cigar in a very lazy way.
Not looking to the man, who he assumes is a driver or a bodyguard, the blond moves to the car. He takes a look inside. Inside, a businessman tastes a cigar. He looks to be about forty-five years old, dark hair turning grey here and there in a distinguished-looking way, expensive dark suit, intelligent blue eyes. Said eyes land on the blond whore for a minute, and a head movement invites him to enter the car.
In a second Draco is seated beside the older man. Grey eyes lock blue ones, and his voice is firm and clear.
“Blow-job fee is-”
He is interrupted by the door opening suddenly and his arm being tugged. “DRACO!”
And he is staring at Hermione Granger. She looks flushed, and is breathing fast like she just won a marathon. She looks quickly from Draco to the man, blinks a lot and starts again.
“Come on! The police are coming!” And she looks at the man in an awkward, apologetic way. “This isn’t a good time.” And she drags a very surprised Draco out of the car before the businessman can even open his mouth. Before he even knows it, Draco is inside her black new Beetle and she is driving like a nutcase.
“GRANGER LET ME O-” And he hears sirens. He stares at Hermione. She motions him to hide with hand waves. “I told you! Hide, for Merlin's sake!” He shuts up and obeys.
Ten minutes later, they are sitting at a nice coffee bar, and Draco feels uncomfortable. His clothes are chosen to make him look like a stunning, sexy, and slutty bloke, not to sit at a decent looking bar with a decent looking girl. It is worse than when he was turned into a ferret. He feels dirty and... naked. Course, Draco would never admit it and he is very good at hiding himself. So he sips at his coffee au late, like he belongs there, with his black tight pants, white tank top and pointy shoes.
Hermione, when they finally stopped and got into the bar, had cast a glance at his attire, then blushed in a cute and naive way, and after a moment of avoiding the sight of him, he saw her do her best, despite her red cheeks, to treat him like it was perfectly normal. Some Gryffindor guts, she has.
So he tries his best to do the same and act normal, a very small smile hidden in his eyes. It doesn't change the fact that she looks adorable today in a shimmering dress. So adorable that he could bite her. But her being adorable doesn't change the fact that she also just saved him from being arrested.
“So... Thanks. It's good not to be arrested.” To avoid looking at her, he is staring at the table. He doesn't want to think too much. It's dangerous to think too much...
“Yeah, sure. But...” There is a pause. Hermione gags a bit like she can't find the right words to say something. So she takes another sip on her coffee. And she sighs. And she speaks so fast that he can barely understand her.
“Sorry! I was the one that called the cops-”
“You WHAT?!”
“... because I can't let you in the streets like that. I can't let you continue in this job, so I though it would be the easiest way to get you out of there-”
“You're damn right it was! But-”
“... and I will not let you go back! I can't! I've been thinking about it for days, for weeks actually, and I can't! I don't know what happened to you that you ended up doing this, but I won't let you go!”
Draco is staring at her now. She is flushed, and breathing hard, and looking at him, her eyes full of determination. He blinks. He blinks again.
No way.
Continues...
Chapter 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13