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Five Days In November	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15706 -:- 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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- 12
Next chapter is the epilogue!

May 10, 1999

Draco had discussed the healing properties of the hot spring with Jesus Machado over the past few weeks. Jesus knew that Draco was especially passionate about healing potions for curse survivors. Though he hadn’t discussed it with them, he knew Draco and Hermione had been deeply involved in magical England’s war.

He had often noticed the stiffness of his young male apprentice when he had sat too long. No one that age should have that type of pain, unless he was sick or had been abused. Jesus guessed that Draco had been abused, since Draco’s family had been part of the bloodthirsty and fanatical Voldemort regime.

On this day, Draco had shared that he had found two unique minerals in the hot spring water that combined to ease pain and depression. The combined and heated minerals were poisonous to ingest, but when the two minerals were added to warm bath water, the user could soak and his pain and depression would ease for several days. Hermione was so proud of Draco’s ingenuity and hard work.

To celebrate Draco’s discovery, Hermione took him to dinner at a bistro on the Truchas plaza. After a filling meal, they decided to stroll through the small town to enjoy the warm evening. They passed a house Hermione had admired on several occasions. It was a traditional adobe house with a walled-in courtyard. Hermione was surprised to see a “for sale” sign set in front of the wall. The owner had cultivated a lush garden with dessert flowers, pinon trees, a melodious water fountain and a charming sitting area.

“Isn’t this house great?” she wistfully said to Draco.

“Do you know what the inside is like? I do like the privacy of the yard,” he said, an idea percolating in his head.

“No, I’ve never been inside. I bet it’s lovely.”

“Yeah, I bet it is.” Draco hugged her into his side, pressing a kiss into her hair.

When the couple got back to Hermione’s casita, Hermione flipped on the wizarding wireless. The opening notes of Billie Holiday’s Summertime were playing. Draco pulled Hermione into his arms, rocking her back and forth in a slow dance. Her hands circled his neck.

“I love this song,” Hermione murmured.

“I know.”

As they swayed, Draco unbuttoned Hermione’s cotton dress. He thumbed her nipples through her bra, feeling the nipples harden with his attention.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

Draco pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Hermione kicked it to the side. He stepped back from her.

“Dance for me,” he said.

Draco sat on the sofa, entranced by Hermione’s swaying to the music, her long hair swinging, her eyes locked on his. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to her side. She cupped her breasts, gently pinching and tugging on the pink nipples. She ran her hands over her waist and hips, letting her hand skim her covered mound.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed her. Draco had unbuttoned his pants and was rhythmically rubbing his hand over his hard cock in time to Hermione’s swaying. She unhurriedly dragged her knickers off, bending over to give Draco a view of her round ass. She watched him take his penis out of his pants, massaging precum into the head with his thumb.

Hermione dipped her finger into her wet core and caressed her slit. Draco was utterly absorbed watching her touch herself. He pulled his pants down and used his feet to push them off. Hermione, her fingers moist, kneaded her breasts while walking towards him. She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest, sucking his nipples lightly. Her hands explored his thighs, the hair tickling her palms. Draco enjoyed her attentions and the way she looked while exploring him, her lusty brown eyes looking up at him through thick lashes. She licked her pink lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Draco’s threw his head back, his hands automatically going to her hair, massaging her scalp.

Hermione’s tongue laved at his penis while her lips sucked. She took him as far into her throat as she could, then slowly sucked her way back up.

“Yes, love, yes,” Draco murmured.

When Draco felt like he was getting close to coming, he tugged her head gently. He pulled her into his lap, guiding her dripping pussy over his erection. Hermione let her weight fall onto him, gasping at the fullness she felt.

“You are so bloody sexy,” he rasped.

Draco’s sucked a nipple into her mouth and used his hand to play with her other nipple.

“Mmm, yes, Draco,” Hermione moaned, enjoying the feeling of his cock filling her, his mouth and hands on her greedy flesh. Her hands went to his silky hair, scraping his scalp with her blunt nails.

Draco’s every thrust hit her g-spot, helping to get her closer to orgasm. When Draco roughly grabbed her hips to grind their pelvises together, Hermione came with a keening moan. Draco came, groaning into her sweaty neck. She felt boneless and incoherent. He kissed her neck and jaw, hugging her body close to his. They stayed in that position for minutes, both trying to catch their breath.

Reluctantly, Hermione stood up, offering him her hand.

“Come on,” she said to her satisfied, lethargic lover, leading him to bed.

May 11, 1999

The next morning, Draco went to see the real estate agent about the house that seemed to call to his soulful girl.

The inside of the house was as charming as the outside. The floors were a smooth, weathered pine, the walls a soft adobe white, and ceilings showed exposed beams. But the kitchen was what sold Draco on the property. It was open to the living area with a huge butcher-block island anchoring it in the great room. The cabinets were washed with a dark green stain, with space for cookbooks, a myriad of dishes and pots and pans. The windows in the kitchen overlooked the back of the property, with its extensive vegetable, herb and potions gardens. Draco was pleased to find that the house was situated on an acre of land, which included a small stream that ran through the rear of the back lot.

Draco thought the house would be a perfect place for him and Hermione. It felt like a home, something he knew Hermione craved and he wanted to provide for her. He had the real estate agent prepare the paperwork and authorized a transfer of funds from his Gringotts account. The house had been cleared before it went on the market, so as soon as the owners received the funds, the agent was able to transfer the house into Draco’s name. Three hours after Draco had explored the property, the real estate agent handed Draco the keys to the house.

When he got back to the Hermione’s casita, she was serving herself a bowl of creamy potato and onion soup.

“You finished your errands just in time for lunch,” she said, serving him a bowl of the fragrant soup. Steaming scallion and cheddar buns were already on the table.

“You are too good to me,” Draco said, kissing her. She hugged him quickly before sitting down.

“So, what did you have to do this morning?” she asked.

“Just some financials,” he said, taking a bite of the fragrant bread. “What did you do this morning?”

“I did some cleaning, then read the North American Potions Society journal I received yesterday.”

“Are you doing anything this afternoon? I wanted to show you something I saw in town today.” Draco nervously fingered the ring in his pocket. He knew Hermione loved him, but there was always the possibility that she would think it was premature for marriage and a home together.

“No. I was thinking about going to the market, but I’ve been tired the past few days. What are we going to look at?”

“It’s a surprise,” Draco smirked at her.

“We can go after lunch, then. You know I love a mystery. If I guess, will you tell me what it is?”

Draco laughed, “You will figure it out soon enough, love.”

After lunch, Draco apparated them to the Truchas plaza, a few blocks from the house. When they got to the house, Hermione was dismayed that the “for sale” sign was gone.

“Draco, someone already bought the house! I had hoped to see the inside before it was sold.” She kept on walking, but Draco tugged her back towards the house’s wooden gate.

“Should we sneak in and take a peak? I don’t think anyone is here.” Draco thought Hermione might suspect that he was the buyer, but she showed no indication that this was the case.

“I don’t know, Draco. The wards might keep us out.”

Draco opened the gate and walked into the courtyard, “The wards accepted me. Let’s look.”

Hermione gingerly stepped into the courtyard, looking around. “This is even prettier than I thought it would be.”

She peered into a window, “Draco, the inside is amazing! Come look.”

Draco opened the front door, “Let’s look at the inside. The door was left open.”

“No, Draco, I think that’s going too far.”

Draco pulled Hermione from the window, “I know your curiosity is killing you.”

She pouted, “It is. If we get caught, I’m throwing you under the bus.”

“I will accept all blame if we are caught,” he said playfully, firmly holding her hand as he led her into the empty house.

They examined the house, Hermione oohing and ahhing at the delightful details. When they got to the kitchen, Hermione caressed her hands over the counters.

“This is my dream kitchen! Huge counter tops, lots of storage. I love the way the kitchen opens to the great room.”

Draco lifted her onto the counter and stood between her legs. She gave him a questioning look.

“The house is ours. I bought it this morning. I know we didn’t talk about it, but you’ve admired the house for months.”

Hermione was gob smacked. She had daydreamed about living in this house, had imagined filling it with books and family and love. Hermione pulled Draco into a tight embrace.

“Really?” she whimpered, “This is our house?”

Draco cleared his throat. Hermione looked at him, her eyes glassy, his eyes studying her face.

“Yes. Really.” He took the ring out of this pocket, bringing it up for her to see.

“I want to marry you, Hermione. I bought the house so we could put down roots, if that’s what you want. But home is wherever I’m with you*.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, “I want to marry you, too, Draco.” Hermione’s wet eyes shone with love.

Draco slipped the ring on her finger. It glowed, then adapted to Hermione’s powerful magic.

“It’s been imbued with protection spells. The ring’s magic is wild and strong. Only a witch with truly natural power could wear it.”

Hermione admired the ancient ring, the protection spells soothing her.

“I can feel it merging with my magic. It’s a magnificent ring.”

“I’ve had it since January,” Draco admitted. For some reason unknown to him, this made Hermione cry harder.

“What is it?” Draco gently asked.

Hermione took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I have a surprise for you, too.” Hermione tried to keep her composure, but tears continued to escape her eyes.

“Something we didn’t know about the hot spring is that it boosts fertility. Even though I’ve been on a contraceptive potion since November, the work we were doing in the lab put us both in close contact with the essence of what makes that spring healing. I missed my last cycle. The conception spell I did was positive.”

Draco stared at her for a moment before he let out the most un-Malfoy whoop, crushing her lips to his.

He pulled away, laughing. She buried her face in his hair letting his scent calm her.

“This house has five bedrooms, love. I want to fill it with our children.”

Hermione swatted his shoulder, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Malfoy.” She laughed at Draco’s enthusiasm, guessing that he had never been around a baby before.

June 1, 1999

The wedding was two weeks later in the lush garden of their new home. Narcissa, Harry, Luna, Ron, his girlfriend Susan Bones, Professor McGonagall, the Garcias and Jesus Machado were in attendance. Narcissa had brought Hermione a crème colored lace gown that magically altered to fit her curves. Hermione wore the ruby earrings and necklace from Draco, her loose hair had small red roses woven through the strands. Draco was handsome in a light grey dress robes and slacks, a white dress shirt and red tie.

Draco and Hermione had notified their guests of the pregnancy prior to the visit. Narcissa was the only person who didn’t seem surprised. She had seen the way they looked at each other. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would welcome a grandchild. Without Lucius’ disapproval, she could be as indulgent and doting as she wanted to be with the baby.

Any skepticism about the match evaporated when Hermione’s friends saw how content she was with Draco. Ron and Harry approved of the solicitous way Draco treated Hermione. Professor McGonagall, who had a more mature perspective of Draco, was impressed with the change in his behavior. She thought Hermione seemed more centered, as well, and less worried about impressing others. Over the years she had seen Draco watch Hermione with a covert fascination. She thanked Merlin that in this post-war world, these two could love each other without fear of punishment.

June 24, 1999

A few weeks after the wedding, Hermione and Draco ventured into Taos to see a mediwitch midwife. The mediwitch waved her wand over Hermione’s abdomen.

“Let’s listen to the baby’s heartbeat,” she said. Hermione thought the baby’s heartbeat sounded chaotic and fast.

“Ok, let me bring up an image.” Draco held Hermione’s hand, feeling elated and nervous.

With a tap of her wand, the image of Hermione’s uterus was projected in the air. The mediwitch pointed to one tiny, pulsating blob, “That’s the first baby,” then pointed to another, “And there’s the second.” Seeing the shock on the new parents’ faces, she excused herself from the room.

“Oh. Merlin. Two babies, Draco?” Hermione shook her head in shock.

Draco’s smile threatened to take over his face, “We are blessed, love.”

Hermione’s eyes moistened, “You’re right. These babies will be loved so much.”

When the mediwitch came back to schedule Hermione’s next appointment, she was pleased to see joy on the faces of her young clients.

A.N.- “Home is wherever I’m with you” is from the song “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes.
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