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Five Days In November	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Epilogue
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March 8, 1999

As Hermione woke the next morning, she luxuriated in the feel of Draco’s naked body beside her. His body spooned hers closely. She had felt so lost the day before, but Draco had instinctively understood how to take care of her. She knew he loved her, but hearing him admit it had been a healing salve on her battered heart.

He pulled her body closer, his hand cupping her breast. She could feel his erection against her backside. She pushed back into him. He groaned.

“Morning, pet,” he murmured into her ear.

“Mmm. Good morning,” she said

She turned around to face him. His thickly lashed eyes were heavy lidded with a combination of sleep and desire. She kissed him, her tongue provocatively stroking his tongue. Draco’s hands found the wetness between her legs. He pushed a finger into her pussy. She moaned and pulled his weight toward her.

Draco rolled on top of Hermione, looking down at her flushed face. He rubbed the head of his penis over her drenched folds. She reached down and adjusted him, so he was poised to fill her.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Please, Draco,” she pleaded.

He pushed into her tight, hot sheath. He broke her hymen, then stopped.

“Okay, love?” he whispered.

“Keep moving,” she urged him.

Draco thrust into her, kissing her deeply. He grasped at her breast.

“Get on top of me,” he ordered. “I need to see your gorgeous body.”

Hermione straddled him, letting her body slowly sink onto his thickness. Draco’s hands reached around to massage her ass. Hermione began to glide up and down at a leisurely pace. As she watched Draco’s face, his eyes glazed, she licked her lips. She brought her hands up to her breasts, pinching the nipples.

Draco felt her begin to speed up. He reached down and rubbed at her engorged clit with the pad of his thumb. Hermione moaned, her full tits bouncing while he thrust into her.

She began to breathe harder and moaned loudly. “Yes, Draco, yes!” she cried.

Draco’s thrusts became erratic, his hands grasping her hips to give himself more friction against her slickness. When he felt her walls pulsate around him, he came, screaming her name.

He pulled her down to kiss her swollen lips, holding her soft body close to his. Hermione let him slip from her body, but stayed on top of him, enjoying the beat of his heart.

They layed in bed, quietly talking.

“I wish things had been different when we were in school,” Draco told Hermione.

“I do, too. Would you have liked someone like me in school?”

“Yeah, I think so. I envied Potter and Weasley having your friendship. It was a mystery to me that neither was your boyfriend.”

“I’m not really the type of girl most boys are attracted to,” she admitted.

“You fascinated me. And you’re beautiful.” Draco traced his finger along Hermione’s jaw line.

“Did your family practice the pureblood practice of arranged marriage?” Hermione asked.

“I think all the wealthy pureblood families arranged the marriages of their children. My father suggested that I would be betrothed to Pansy or one of the Greengrass sisters.”

“Is that why you hung out with Pansy so much?”

“I didn’t like the Greengrass sisters at all, they were so timid. I think the younger sister, Astoria, was afraid of me. Pansy and I grew up together, so I was used to her. We experimented with each other. But she didn’t taste right to me. Does that make sense?”

“It does. Your smell, your kisses intoxicate me. I’ve never felt that with anyone before.”

“Same with me. I love the way you smell, like orange and juniper. You taste sweet to me.” Hermione kissed him, enjoying the languid pace of their tongues. Draco broke the kiss, rubbing his unshaved cheek against hers. Draco was quiet for a moment before he asked his next question.

“When did you realize you loved me?”

“When Harry and I were talking about you during his visit. I hadn’t heard from you for a few weeks and I thought I had lost you. I had this glimpse of life with you and I wanted more.”

“The night before I went back to England, I knew I loved you. You were right not to come back with me, but I felt…devastated.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears, “I felt the same way.”

Draco hugged her to his chest, not wanting Hermione to see his wet eyes.

“Are you hungry?” Hermione asked a few moments later.

“Famished, actually,” he chuckled.

“I just realized we didn’t eat dinner. Poor baby,” she teased.

“It’s okay, love. I think I’ll survive.”

Hermione reluctantly left the warm cocoon of the bed. She took a quick shower, then dressed in jeans and a tank top. When Hermione walked into the kitchen, she saw Draco serving coffee.

“Thanks, Malfoy. The coffee smells good,” she said, kissing his cheek.

Draco drank his coffee at the kitchen table and watched Hermione make a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and her homemade bread. How did I get so lucky? he thought to himself.

Hermione’s thoughts were a jumble after the past 24 hours. She had been depressed and guilty thinking about her parents, humbled by Draco’s care for her, elated by his words of love and this morning had been…incredible. Every touch had made her skin tingle and her core drip. The way she had felt when he moved inside her was unlike anything she could have expected. The stark angles of his body pressed into her curves in the most pleasurable way.

She looked at the object of her thoughts and felt a surge of love for him. Hermione had the sudden realization that she wanted everything with this man: marriage, children, a home. She knew this realization went against the “life plan” she had developed for herself over the past several years, but the war had taught her to cherish the people she loved.

After breakfast, Draco returned to his casita to shower and change. He opened the top dresser drawer and took out the ring he had brought back from his Gringotts vault. The ring was the oldest of the betrothal rings in the Malfoy cache. The Malfoy history in the manor library had said the very earliest Malfoy matriarch wore the ring. It was at least 1,500 years old.

The band was thick, made of dark gold with a smooth faced ruby set directly into the gold. Draco could feel the wild, primitive magic of the ring. It was a ring that needed to be worn by a powerful, intuitive witch. When a Malfoy gave the ring, the protection spells forged in the gold would activate to keep the recipient safe. He could imagine Hermione planting a garden or nursing their child with this ring on her finger. I’ll give it to her soon, he thought and put it back in his dresser.
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