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Truth will set you free!	By : dreamtrooper Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters from it and I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This plot however is a figment of my imagination.

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Hermione opened her eyes as they landed on soft surface after Draco had apparated them to home. She looked around in surprise as she realized that Draco had brought her to his home and not hers. She is about to protest when Draco raises his palm up and explains, “Look, I know you don’t want to be here right now and that you probably want to be alone and think about Rose. I understand your need completely but…I also think that you need to have someone with you when you are going through this pain. I…I want to be there for you Hermione. Please stay…with me. Stay here for the night so that when morning comes you will not be alone. I too have experienced loss and I know how much I wanted someone to be there with me when I was trying so hard to come to terms with it. Let me be there for you…please.” His tone, his plea and his eyes…those grey eyes…she simply couldn’t say no. She did not know how to respond back because everything he said was true. Even though she wanted t be alone to process her thoughts, she had always wanted someone to be with her when she broke down crying for Rose. Her heart soared when she realized that Draco must love her deeply to have thought about her pain so much. Ron was going through his own hell when Rose passed away. There was too much grief and anger between them that they could not even console each other properly. She had wondered many a time about their love. It seemed to have disappeared with Rose completely. Now they were just strangers. She wouldn’t have understood Ron now like she would have when they were sixteen. He had changed so much and so had Hermione. She wiped away those thoughts from her mind and focused on what Draco said. He wanted to be there for her and she wanted him to be there as well.
“Draco, I don’t know what to say to this. I am really happy that you want to be with me. And you are right I too need someone to be there for me. I have stayed alone for too long. And I am glad that that someone is you.” She raised on her toes to kiss him on his cheek. Draco smiled and led her to his suite in the manor.
It was eight by the time Draco and Hermione had their dinner in his suite and then walked into his huge bedroom. Dinner had been pleasant for both of them as they avoided discussing the case. They wanted to be comfortable with each other. Even though they had lunches and dinner countless times together when they were working for the charity, it was never this intimate a setting. Hermione’s heart beat rose as she walked into the lavishly decorated room. It was as if this was a royal bedroom with silk, satin, shinning wood, glass and open balcony at the far end. Draco’s hand were sweating a bit like they always did when he was nervous. This was the first time he was alone with Hermione in his bedroom and he had had plenty of fantasies about her time here with him. However this was not the time since Hermione was upset and wanted only solace. Hermione noticed the single bed and bit her lip. Sensing her thoughts Draco spoke, “It’s a big bed. If you want you can keep pillows between us. I know this is not what normal courting ensues but I am willing to break every rule if it can get me your peace of mind. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch either.” He raised his eyebrows seeking her answer. Hermione smiled at him and replied, “You are right. It is a big bed. It will be comfortable enough for both of us.” Draco smiled back at her answer. Hermione went to the attached bathroom to get ready to sleep with a good book in hand. Somehow Draco’s presence had brought a calm within her and she seemed content after a long time. To be able to sleep with someone with no pressure for sex was exactly what she wanted. She took a shower and soon realized that she had no night clothes. She simply shrugged thinking she could transfigure her shirt into a nightgown but her wand was at the bedside table. She opened the bathroom door just enough for her face to be seen. She had wrapped a towel around herself.
“Draco…Draco… Can you please pass me my wand?” Hermione asked quite nervously.
Draco who was sitting in his PJs walked up to her and asked her, “Why would you need a wand?”
Hermione blushed and replied, “I need some night wear.”
Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise and replied, “Of course! How stupid of me! Just a minute.” Saying this he disappeared and came back after a minute, “Here wear this.” He offered her some clothes that were sealed in a box. Hermione looked at it suspiciously. She did not want to wear clothes belonging to his mother or his ex-wife.
Draco looked at her frown and guessed what she was thinking, “Don’t worry. These do not belong to anybody. They are brand new. In fact I brought them…”
Hermione looked at his reddened cheeks as he blushed. She smiled and completed his sentence, “For a lady friend if she stayed the night…right? I understand Draco. Men have needs too.”
Draco looked at her wide-eyed shaking his head, “No…No…actually I brought these for you. When…we were in Paris and we had that charity dinner party and we got too drunk. I had hoped to ask you out for a date but…then I chickened out thinking you would think it too forward. I valued your friendship too much. I had bought that in Paris as a gift for you in case we went out on a date. Then I realized that it would seem too assuming and never gave it to you.”
This time Hermione stood stunned with her mouth open. She did not know what to say. She had never in her dreams thought that Draco Malfoy would buy her negligée. She simply took the package and said ‘thanks’ in a small voice before closing the door. Draco smirked at the closed door because he was expecting her to refuse but she had accepted his gift and that only bode well for him. He changed the lighting in the bedroom to romantic and left just enough light near the pillows for her to read a book. He then sat down on his chair and began to read some of the papers that he had brought from his office to peruse. He was concentrating hard so that his mind would not wander towards the lady in his bathroom.
Hermione looked at herself in the floor length mirror in his bathroom. She sighed and took a deep breath to calm her fluttering heart. She smirked and shook her head amazed at how life can take a turn for the better within weeks. She snorted as she tried to remember the last time she felt feminine or desired by a man. It had been three years since she had been with one. She was never a woman who could flirt effortlessly, even giving a genuine compliment required quite an effort from her side. Ron had never expected her to seduce him, he was always the aggressor. She had missed him when Rose was buried and she was left alone but she knew how distraught he was too. His anger was so palpable and he wanted to spend it on someone, anyone whom he could blame for his only daughter’s death. Hermione did not fault him. She too burned with anger after they had laid Rose to rest. Ron was so angry that he did not listen to reason, he was about to kill Malfoy but Harry had intervened. When he could not get Malfoy he directed his anger at her. She was sure that had Harry not stopped him, he would have blamed Hermione for Rose’s death. Hermione did not mind because somewhere deep inside she too blamed herself for Rose’s death. She had left her daughter alone for a few minutes that day and by the time she was back, Rose was no more. She felt guilty for not protecting Rose and so did Ron. They could not face each other after that. They rarely spoke and avoided being in the same room.
Hermione bit back a sob as she remembered how lonely she had felt in her house. Hugo had left to complete his studies and she was all alone with no one to keep her company, to console her and share her grief. Harry had been her rock, Harry and Ginny both. They religiously checked on her every day. She had stopped going outside and remained inside her home. Harry had been mighty worried about her. His concern and Ginny’s care kept her alive. She was ever thankful to them. She did not know what she had done to deserve such loyal, loving friends in her life. After her divorce with Ron she never felt the need to look for a man, maybe because she was enjoying her new found freedom or maybe because she was enjoying Draco’s attentions. But after Rose died, she had felt the full force of living alone, feeling forgotten and at the brink of losing her mind. Taking a deep breath she shook off these depressing thoughts. Out there was a man who desired her and wanted to be with her. She could see his love in his grey eyes. She had longed for that love for so long that she feared she might lose control if he kept on paying attention to her. She examined the delicate silk negligee in her hands and bit back a smile. She then removed her towel to wear the silk cloth. It fit beautifully on her. It accentuated her curves and her highs and lows. It had spaghetti straps and lace and ended just above her knees, a length she was comfortable with. She picked up the cotton robe on the hanger nearby and wore it. It covered her from neck to toe. Satisfied she opened the door. Even though she was attracted to Draco she was in no way going to display herself to him so soon.
She stepped into the bedroom and found Draco reading a paper with singular focus. He paid no attention to her and so she had the chance to watch him openly. He was handsome nobody could deny that but what she found alluring was his open smile that he reserved for only few people in his life. When he smiled she felt her heart sing with happiness. Maybe this is what they call love because how else can one person’s happiness make another person feel so at peace. She turned her attention to the bookshelves which were lined up with many interesting books on potions, wizarding law, spells, trade, poems and oh...sex as well. She took a book on potions and decided to refresh her memory. Since getting into charity she had not had the time to revise any of the potions knowledge she had collected while being on the hunt for horcruxes. The sound of her removing the book made Draco look up and he smiled at her.
Fifteen minutes later they were both sitting on the huge king sized bed, leaning against the head board and heaps of pillows as they read their respective books. Draco was reading something about the trade laws while Hermione read about new potions discovered in the last decade. There was hardly a few centimetres distance between their shoulders. Hermione’s thoughts kept going back to Peter’s confession about his love for Michael. He had to hide it because of his fear of the society. Wasn’t she also doing the same? She had not confessed her love for Draco because she thought her near and dear ones might not like it. She might have professed her love later but the thought had crossed her mind. And poor Rose, to have her love being rejected and her child. She must have been in so much pain and yet she never once showed her troubled mind to Hermione. If only she had known, she might have convinced her to act otherwise. Not having Michael’s kid was not the end of the world. She had her whole life in front of her.
Draco looked at Hermione as she sighed deeply. He instinctively knew she was thinking about Rose. He too felt the sadness she was experiencing. Her young child had been in trouble and she knew nothing about it. This brought a kind of fear in Draco as well. What if Scorpius was hiding stuff from him as well? He needed to speak to him and spend some time with him. He made a note about it. “What are you thinking”, he asked softly.
Hermione turned to him and smiled, “About Peter and Michael. About Rose. Once again it is proven that I am a bad mother. I could not sense her pain even when she was living with me. How is it possible that I did not notice my daughter’s pain and sadness? Surely I must have been so self-involved to not have known that.”
Draco took her left hand in his right hand and squeezed it, “Hermione, You cannot blame yourself all the time. Rose was young and when one is in love, all logic and reason go out of the window. Maybe she thought she could handle her problems by herself just like her mother.”
Hermione nodded her head, “Exactly, maybe me being so strong stopped her from coming to me, maybe she thought that she too needed to be strong like her mother.”
Draco shook his head and replied, “And maybe you are assuming too much. What if Rose was capable of handling her problems? She was a strong girl but like I said when one is in love, we don’t exactly make the right decisions all the time.”
Hermione leaned against Draco placing her head on his shoulder. “I think about Michael and Peter and see why it is so important to tell people that you love them when you do. If Peter had accepted Michael’s love openly Michael would have had that much clarity in breaking up with Rose. She had to hide so many things from me. Her being pregnant, Michael being Bi, his relationship with Peter, the true reason for their break up and then this hare-brained idea of hers to marry you!”
Draco agreed, “Yes, you are right. Poor kids were too young to understand the seriousness of it all. And then to bring in a child in middle of all the chaos that was going around themselves. No wonder they goofed up.”
Hermione entwined their fingers and squeezed gently, “They should have come to us. Am I that unapproachable?” Draco snorted, “You forget how we were at their age. You were fighting the Dark Lord all on your own. Did you ever think about going to your mum with that problem?” Hermione smiled, “Right. We had such simple problems to face.”
Draco however fell silent. He knew that he had to say what he wanted to say at that time, timing be damned, “I agree with you about Peter though. He should have confessed his love. Many a time we stop, thinking the timing is not right but then there is no right time in Love. I too have failed to realize this until now. And I think I might not get another chance to say this. So I am just going to say it. Hermione Granger….I love you.” He held his breath waiting for her response. Hermione who had been paying attention to what he was saying was stunned by his confession. She slowly lifted her head from his shoulder and stared straight into his eyes. They said a lot to her. They showed her exactly what he was feeling at that time. Never in her life had she seen Draco being this open and vulnerable with her. Her heart began to beat fast as she heard his words and their meaning began to sink in. Draco Malfoy was confessing his love to her, Hermione Granger. A thrill went through her and she felt tears swelling up in her eyes. Draco continued, hoping to explain himself, “I know you are troubled about Rose and maybe the timing is all wrong but I don’t give a damn. I have waited too long to be this close to you and I have waited too long to say what my heart wants. It wants you Hermione. Not for one night or few nights or months. It wants you forever…every day and every night. I want to be with you. I have loved you since the first time you came to see me in my office. I wanted to date you, court you and profess my love for you but like a coward I stalled thinking that I should earn your friendship first and then date you. I was scared to lose you but in the end I almost did lose you. Maybe if I had dated you Rose would have not done what she did. Somewhere my inaction is also accountable for what happened. I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you or anything but this is true Hermione I have loved you for so long. I can’t wait anymore.”
Hermione sniffed as tears ran down her cheeks which were now red with excitement. Draco brushed them off with his other hand, “I am sorry love. I did not mean to make you cry.” Hermione laughed at his words and replied, “These are tears of happiness Draco. I am so happy today. Prior to this week, I was fully convinced that my love was one-sided but your words have put my mind to rest. I too have loved you for so long Draco. It’s been years now. And now I can finally say those words…I love you too Draco Malfoy.” She did not blink lest this should all turn out to be a dream. She could see his watery eyes and feel his love. Their magic buzzed around them as they moved closer till their lips met in a tantalizing kiss. It was slow, smooth, silky and sensual. They kissed for minutes and minutes during which they had dropped their books and Draco caught her head in one hand and her back with the other. He slowly pushed her down as he hovered over her while their lips stayed locked. Finally their slow dance stopped as they took a breather with their foreheads touching each other. Hermione shifted to lay in a comfortable position while Draco helped her. She giggled as he slowly began to kiss her ear, neck, jaw and her collar bone. As he dipped lower he pulled down her negligee exposing her breast. Her breath hitched and Draco stopped. He looked up to her eyes and asked, “Too soon?” Hermione let out her breath and smiled shaking her head, “Too late.” She replied as she kissed him again and helped him remove her night wear. Being only clad in her panty she blushed as Draco looked at her lustfully and then whispered, “Perfect…my love. You are so beautiful and perfect…made for me.” His somewhat hoarse voice sent shivers down her spine as he continued with his kisses all over her mounds and then went southwards. She could feel his erection against her thigh. As he pulled down her underwear she raised her hips to help him and then stopped him. She began to undress him telling him that he had too many clothes on. Draco wanted nothing else than to remove them. Under a minute he was naked and on her kissing her with fervour. His actions brought unexpected heat within her and Hermione too began to respond eagerly. Their frantic lovemaking began and ended within ten minutes as Draco entered her too swiftly as she was more than ready to receive him. They reached their climax soon and laid entangled laughing and heaving from their exertions. They felt like teenagers who were having sex for the first time. They were grinning like fools as they adjusted themselves to align themselves to the bed. Lying beside each other they felt truly happy after a long time in their lives. Both had had imperfect marriages and both had experienced separations. Now finally they were with the one they wanted to be with forever.
Hermione looked at Draco who had a slight smile on his lips with his eyes closed and just breathing slowly. She moved closer to him rubbing against him and taking him in her hand. She was surprised to find him hard again so soon. Draco groaned at the soft contact and opened his eyes. He knew what she wanted and slowly settled himself between her legs. They made love again this time slowly, languidly taking their time to know each other’s sensitive points, their erogenous zones and the perfect angle to meld together. Their mutual climax was reached after half an hour of stimulating themselves to a crescendo of sensual heaven. They lay entwined, sated and happy. Within minutes they both were deep in sleep.
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