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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi Guys,
And here comes a new chapter.
Have I told you yet how awesome my Betas are? Seriously, Michelle and Ellie are rock stars and and I feel super lucky that they're helping me with this fic!
So here's a huge thank you to the both of you answering super quickly and putting up with my writing; adding commas and semicolons when needed (winkwink)!
Anyway, hope you all enjoy this new chapter! :)
KS

Chapter 15: I wasn’t leaving
So this is what an amazing night’s sleep feels like, he thought to himself, somewhere between sleeping and waking up. Not yet fully conscious, he reveled in the moment as it gave him a sort of time-out to reflect on these past twenty-four hours.
Draco had only just been able to make it back in time for the winter formal. A difficult feat in itself, with all the work he had. He just managed to return to the Manor to pick up his dress-robes, but his mother wouldn’t let him leave just like that. She apparently couldn’t understand why he needed to return in such a haste, insisting her questions be answered. Draco, forever her little boy, struggled to evade her.
“There is no need to go back there, Draco. Classes are over for the holidays.” she argued.
Nevertheless, Draco was as stubborn as they came, once he had his mind made up, there was no going back. When she saw that there was no changing his mind, she started to pry.
“Are you expecting to meet with anyone special this evening?” she said, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
Draco turned his back to her. He couldn’t let her see his face, as she had an uncanny way of reading into his thoughts and feelings. It was as if he couldn’t hide anything of great importance to his heart, from her. He sighed loudly.
“Leave it, please, Mother.” He replied, trying to keep his voice void of all emotion, other than the exasperation he felt from being interrogated by her only seconds after he arrived home.
But he knew her and as he turned back around and saw her face, her smile told him she knew something was going on. Afraid any second longer in her presence would mean she would know that he was developing feelings for someone, he apparated out of the house without so much as a goodbye.
Later that same evening, Draco felt his heart soar as Blaise pointed Hermione out to him near the dancefloor. He didn’t know if it was the fine bottle of firewhiskey his friend had shared with him or that sexy little number she was wearing but he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Before he even knew what he was doing he was right behind her, staring menacingly at the redhead twat who seemed to be bothering her. His attention however was brought back to the lavender scented woman before him as the following words escaped her mouth in a fit of anger:
“Well if you’re doing it with a werewolf, where’s the problem if I wanted to shag a Death Eater?”
Oh, this was wonderful. She could have called him Voldermort himself at that moment, he wouldn’t have cared as his full attention and interest were solely focused on the final challenging sentiment of her sentence.
Your wish is my command, Princess. He thought to himself, as he made his presence known to her. The look on her face when she turned towards him was one he would never forget. It wasn’t the intense red her cheeks were becoming that caught his attention, but that look in her eyes that said so much more. It wasn’t until that moment that he realised how much he longed to be on the receiving end of such a look. She was so happy to see him, and her stare made him forget there was anyone but them, in the whole room. It was only when he felt her unease that he suggested they leave; not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
Moments later they were kissing and Draco couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Unlike his previous encounters, he was concerned about rushing Hermione, her opinion actually meant something to him. On one side, he didn’t want to rush her into anything, but on the other side he was reading her body, following her cues and she just couldn’t ignore his raging boner by now. He was pretty sure they were on the same page, but he knew they definitely were once she reached down and cupped him. He almost came then and there, instead choosing to move on to a more private venue.
Once they’d made it to his room, he adored watching Hermione discover his world and was delighted to see how well she fit in. At that moment, he realized that he was falling for her. And once they slept together, the certainty of his feelings for her became evident. She was the whole package: wits, a body to die for, a winner in bed; an amazing witch all together. It boggled his mind how blind he had been in the past. Clearly, he had harboured feelings for her since his early years at Hogwarts: basic boy meets girl 101. I mean, who teases a girl that much if they don’t have any interest?
And after a night of mind-blowing sex, he awoke feeling incredible. It couldn’t be later that 6:00 AM and he was smiling already. How very odd for him. It clearly had something to do with the beauty by his side, he thought to himself and he turned towards Hermione, only to find cold and empty sheets. His eyes shot open and adjusted to the dark room and he saw that Hermione was no where to be found.
“No no no no no.” he mumbled unintelligibly, as his stomach did a complete flip-flop, filling him with dread; a feeling all too familiar, one that had taken up so much of his emotions in the past couple of years. From the moment that crazy lunatic had marked his body until his father returned from Azkaban, he had never been able to shake it off. And slowly, since the beginning of the new school year, it had begun to disappear. It started when he rebuilt the walls and cleaned up the library and continued with each and every moment spent in Hermione’s company. Her absence however made that feeling return ten forth. Instantly, dark thoughts started creeping up on him:
Well of course she’s gone, what did you expect? What would you have to offer, close-minded pure-blood fool? She was probably faking it all along and is having a good laugh with her real boyfriend, you know, the one who helped make the world a better place, not the snivelling idiot who’s inability to know right from wrong got one of the brightest headmasters murdered!
“Noooo.” He moaned as he noticed all her things were gone as well. He let his legs fall to the stone cold ground as he sat on the bed, his hands fisted into the mattress in distress. He had tried to be cautious but it had felt so right being with her last night, he had let his guard down. He had felt loved. She gave him the impression of being truly worthy for the first time in his life. Not because of his blood, his money or his family, but his actions and who he truly was. And by Merlin, he loved her back. He knew he had feelings for her and that was why it hurt that much more. He didn’t understand what came over him, he hadn’t shed a tear since the final day of the battle and he felt that familiar stinging sensation, as he let his head hang low.
All of a sudden, a click from the door caught his attention. He raised his head back up, and there she was, closing the door behind her as she re-entered the room as quietly as possible. At first, he stared at her dumbstruck. She said something that he didn’t register as he bound off the bed.
She had come back. It wasn’t his imagination; she was here, and she was his. He desperately needed her and as much as he knew how frantic he must’ve seemed, he couldn’t calm himself. She had come back to him. Through some miracle, she’d returned and he’d be damned if he didn’t worship her entirely as she deserved, he thought as he cherished every centimetre of her form, memorising each and every nook that made her Hermione. Before long, he was in her and was beyond control. He knew he wasn’t going to last long but that wasn’t important right now. Her presence was all that mattered and he wasn’t ready to let go. When they’d climaxed and Draco had come down from his high, he realized that his panting wasn’t just from the physical relations they’d just shared. His heart was beating a mile a minute, as the feeling of dread had him in an emotional turmoil. Slowly, without a word, Hermione comforted him with the delicate touch of her fingers gliding up and down his back, then threading through his hair. He buried his face in her hair as he felt all feelings of despair and doubt dissolve, leaving nothing more than an intense feeling of love.
“Why’d you come back?” he asked her, hating how soft and broken his voice sounded.
“Sorry?” she’d replied.
Well of course she didn’t hear you, you twat, speak up, his inner voice reprimanded him. He looked up to take in Hermione’s beautiful features in the early morning light. He stood there, breathless, as he marvelled in them and silently worshipped the witch in his arms.
“What made you change your mind?” he said once again, this time he tried for a stronger voice. He failed miserably as his voice hitched. Somewhere in a corner of his mind he heard a Pathetic. He had to agree though, his tone could have been a little more confident. He looked away before she said a word.
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, angling her neck to the side to catch his gaze once again.
I thought you left! His inner voice was screaming as he saw her look at him quizzically. Maybe you did leave, but then why did you come back? Draco’s mind was racing a mile a minute and he couldn’t fathom why this here Gryffindor Princess, would waste her time with someone like him. Granted, he was quite confident with his performance in the sack, but something told him that wasn’t enough for a witch like Hermione. He wanted to be the type of wizard she’d come back to in the long run, but at the present moment, after all that had transpired in his life, he didn’t feel he’d reached that point just yet. He was torn away from his train of thoughts by her stare; deep pools of chocolate swirls that were focused on him, seemingly trying to read into him. A crease in her brow told Draco she was worried, and after what seemed like a full minute, he finally responded:
“Why’d you come back?”
She looked at him, even more questioningly than before and replied almost immediately.
“Draco, I never left.” It came out without an ounce of a hesitation. And then, it dawned on her. He saw the exact moment that the realization hit her, that moment she finally understood his mind-set. It also took him a moment to register what she had just replied. He was relieved to see that there was no pity in the way she looked at him, no change in it, just realization and understanding. She smiled fondly and a blush slowly crept over her cheeks as she looked down. When she looked back up at him, she said:
"Um, well, I just went to the loo, because, well, you know.” She was blabbing nervously and her cheeks were now bright red, something Draco found adorable. She was so genuine, sweet and different from all the pure-blood girls he’d been used to in the past. She was probably just as uncomfortable as himself, with the intensity of their discussion, choosing to tone it down in her own way, making it easier to switch to something lighter, and giving Draco even more of an insight into her personality.
“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled softly before looking back at her with a devilish smile. She smiled back and he noticed her shiver slightly. He brought over her clothes before kissing her lightly on the lips, and fetching his own. As he was pulling his cashmere jumper over his head he looked back to Hermione, who was fastening her dress as she worried her lower lip with her front teeth. It was something she did when she was deep in thought, Draco had already noticed. He’d also noticed that it turned him on big time. Staring at Hermione working her lip like that, he could almost feel himself becoming hard once again. He spoke before he pounced on her for round three.
“We should get moving now, if you’d like to be back in your room before everyone wakes up.”
“We?” Hermione asked, surprised.
Draco frowned as he replied: “I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you walk yourself back to your tower, Princess.”
He then draped his school robes across her shoulders and led her out of his room, grasping her hand tightly before wrapping it around his arm. He loved how it felt to have her slender fingers on his arm.
The corridors were still empty at this time of the morning and all was very quiet. With only the sound of their footsteps surrounding them, Draco was sure Hermione would break the silence before long. He could practically hear her thinking as he saw her from the corner of his eye, worry her lip even more than before.
“So help me, Hermione, if you don’t stop doing tha-” he started just as Hermione blurted out:
“Why did you have to leave?” Her big doe eyes fixated on him for a minute and returned to the stairs before them as she continued “During all those weeks…what kept you away?”
He was surprised by the change of subject but had been expecting this question, given Hermione’s seemingly curious nature.
“Well, a few months back, after everything blew over and my father was in Azkaban, I was growing mad from doing nothing. Restless, you know?” He said, looking at her as she nodded, encouraging him to continue as they turned another corner. “Mother was running left right and centre, staying active, going to see my father and reuniting with long lost family members. I was kind of left on my own, so I started fixing the Manor. It kind of came to me, like something I needed to do, especially after everything that happened there. I needed to make something right.” He continued “You’ve got to realize, after harbouring Voldermort along with all the other Death Eaters for the past year, the place was pretty much destroyed by dark magic. And it turns out, I’m really quite good at it. Fixing places, that is. Places that were damaged and destroyed by dark magic. After some research, I realized that I could create a new branch to Malfoy Industries, specialised in rebuilding locations that were hit by dark magic.”
“Like Hogwarts” Hermione said attentively.
“Like Hogwarts” Draco continued. “Turns out, with my knowledge of dark magic, I’m quite good at fixing things. And I’ve always been very interested in how things were built. Magically or not. Just the architecture.”
“Wow, I had no idea.” Hermione said as she stared at him in awe. She was now facing him as they’d stopped in front of the Gryffindor’s common room door.
“I wasn’t around for a couple of weeks because I was finally called in for some work at the Ministry, McGonagall gave me a great reference, and, well, you know how they get down there, I couldn’t refuse…I don’t really have the right name to even try go down that path at the moment.” He said with a sour smile.
“That’s amazing, Draco.” Hermione said as her hand went down to fall into his. She entwined her fingers in his own and stared at their hands as she continued, “It seems like you’ve found a path to make amends with what happened in the past.” She said then added as an afterthought. “This will be good for you. For your name as well.”
“I guess” he replied, of course that thought had gone through his mind, “It does make me feel better about myself, not that I necessarily care about the name, but I figured I might as well find something I’m good at and make it my job.”
She smiled at him.
“I like this side of you.” She said.
He grinned back at her and replied “Yeah, well, don’t let anyone know, but it actually feels really good, you know, helping others.”
Her smile grew as he pulled her into his arms.
“So I’ve heard.” She whispered, teasing him playfully.
He leaned down and kissed her softly. He gently brushed his lips against hers, before sucking ever so delicately on her lower lip. She moaned at the feeling and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They lost themselves into each other for a minute, only stopping only when they heard a slight rustling noise from inside the Gryffindor common room. Hermione pulled back from him but stayed in his arms a while longer.
“I, um” she started hesitantly, then looked up in his eyes and continued in a more assertive tone “Last night was amazing, Draco. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever…” she then let her phrase die out she chewed on her lower lip again.
“Thank you, Hermione. You are the amazing one.” Draco said, now grinning from ear to ear.
“I think I was quite loud.” She whispered, looking at him sheepishly.
“My sweet Gryffindor” he replied with a naughty wink, “I aim to please and it seemed fitting to make a lion roar.”

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