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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,
I am so incredibly sorry for taking so much time to post this chapter. So much has been going on, life seems to want to get in the way and I just couldn't seem to sit down and write.
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This chapter has been updated on 15th September, needed some tweaking and edits, special thanks to you Mondame for your help :)
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Chapter 16: Christmas Wishes
The following days whizzed by in a blur as most of the students left Hogwarts for the winter holidays. Hermione was spending her time away from school with Harry at Grimmauld Place, but she had promised Molly she would join the rest of the family at the Burrow for the Christmas festivities.
“Tut tut, you were family before you became Ronald’s girlfriend. I don’t see why that changes now.” She exclaimed, when Hermione had thanked her, upon her arrival on Christmas Eve. Ginny entered the kitchen and Molly looked at them before commenting on how thin they’d both gotten in the past months. She added an extra stick of butter to the cake she was making. The girls stared at each other and smiled fondly at the older witches antics. Hermione then turned towards the empty living room; she felt the youngest Weasley follow. The boys were out finishing their last minute Christmas shopping; so for once the Burrow was quite calm.
“So” Ginny started, as she walked around the comfy old armchair Hermione had just taken seat in.
“So?” Hermione responded, feigning innocence as she already had a pretty good idea of what her friend was hinting at.
“Oh, come on!” the redhead complained, grabbing the closest chair and sitting on it while leaning both elbows on Hermione’s armrest. She cupped her face in her hands and huffed: “I didn’t ask in the train as the boys were with us, but we’re finally alone! Are you really going to make me beg?” She looked at her friend with big puppy-dog eyes.
“Oh, really now, Ginny. We all know that only works on Harry.”
“It sure does.” The redhead answered with a saucy wink.
“Well, what do you want to know?” Hermione asked with a grin.
“Well, everything of course!” Ginny exclaimed. “Is it true though? You and…Draco?”
Looking at Ginny, Hermione realized that she’d actually been quite worried about this exact moment. It was a turning point; either Ginny would accept Hermione’s relationship with Draco or she wouldn’t, and things would undoubtedly start going downhill from then on if she didn’t.
Ginny must have sensed her unease, because she laid her hand on Hermione’s arm and said softly, “Now for once, let me give you some advice, Hermione. The war is behind us, so please don’t be afraid to speak openly about Draco with me. I know he’s changed. None of us play the same roles anymore. Take Harry for instance, on most days, he’s an just my adorable git of a boyfriend who’s way too caught up in quidditch and fooling around to even get his DADA homework right; not the dark lord killer he was by the end of the war. We can all just be ourselves, you know? And if that means that Draco is boyfriend material, well then that’s wonderful.” She ended as she squeezed Hermione’s arm reassuringly.
Hermione stared at her friend for a moment in awe.
“And on the plus side, he is an extremely good-looking wizard.” She smiled wickedly at Hermione, “Just never tell Harry I said so!”
Hermione laughed softly before replying, “I won’t, I promise.”
After that, she felt comfortable enough that she started opening up to Ginny.
“What can I say, Draco is…something else.” She admitted dreamily.
“So, you shagged, right?” The redhead grinned impishly.
“Shhhhh!” Hermione shushed her friend as she leaned from her couch to check if Molly was within hearing distance.
“Yes we shagged.” She whispered back to her friend quickly.
“And? How was it?”
“Well” Hermione’s face face turned a bright shade of red “I’m not sure if I’m really comfortable discussing this-”
“Oh, relax, will you, this stays between us!” Ginny huffed with a dismissive hand gesture “Hey, if you want, I’ll let you know all about my evening with Harry in the new prefect bathroom. I swear, it’s a miracle I can actually walk straight right now. I almost passed out at one point. See, he does this thing with his-”
“That’s enough, Gin!” Hermione interrupted her friend, who has started making gestures with her hands to show something she was sure she didn’t want to know about, “Remember that Harry’s like a brother to me so if you could spare the saucy details.”
“Your loss.” Ginny sighed, as her eyes glazed over, showing that she was deep in a memory and seemed to forget Hermione’s presence for an instant.
Hermione smiled at her friend and thought back to her own experience with Draco. She soon realized the other witch was looking at her expectantly, so she cleared her throat and whispered, “He’s an excellent kisser.”
“That’s good.” Ginny said. “That’s usually a good sign, proof he probably knows how to kiss you elsewhere.” She added matter-of-factly.
Hermione said nothing at first. She felt her cheeks get warmer, as she started blushing profusely “I know.”
Ginny’s eyes grew wide in realization.“Oooooh!” she squealed causing her mother to look in on them curiously. The girls mustered up their most innocent faces until Molly decided to continue on in the kitchen with a dish full of pudding in her arms.
“Got yourself some Slytherin tongue to enjoy there?” Ginny added as an afterthought before exploding in a fit of giggles.
“Merlin’s beard, you have no idea.” Hermione replied as she too erupted in laughter.
Later that evening they shared a meal with the whole Weasley family. There wasn’t a centimetre on the table that hadn’t been filled with a Christmas dish. By the looks of it, Molly had been cooking up a storm for days. Hermione couldn’t begin to imagine how they were going to even put a dent into the amount of food available.
George and Angelina arrived shortly after the girls had relocated to the living room. They’d started dating some time during the last year, but she’d really stepped up and been there for him when Fred passed away. Angelina had been a great support during these difficult times, and George had even started smiling and making new toys and games for his shop. Bill and a very pregnant Fleur had arrived just after them, and Percy had even come as well. When they were all seated, Molly fussed about the table, apologizing for the lack of food.
“I promise, there will be more tomorrow.” She kept saying.
With one look down the table, everyone’s eyes blew wide as they took in the vast amount of dishes being served.
“Well then, I guess we should make some room, seeing as you must’ve invited a whole school of Hippogriffs.” Arthur said to his wife, and everyone laughed as she playfully hit him with her oven mitts.
Everyone ate until they felt ready to burst, and it was close to midnight when they all started going to bed.
After bidding Harry goodnight in the staircase, to Ron’s utter disgust, Ginny finally made it back to the room she shared with Hermione. The older witch was already in her pyjamas in bed, trying to read a book. Unable to actually concentrate, she had been rereading the same line for about fifteen minutes when Ginny spoke up.
“Do you plan on seeing Draco during the holiday?”
Now that was an interesting question. They had only parted four days ago but somehow every hour away from him seemed to go by excruciatingly slowly to Hermione. She desperately wanted to see him again but didn’t really know how to move forward from this point on. She was pretty sure his feelings for her were true, the same applied to her, however she wasn’t well enough versed with the do’s and don’ts of relationships of this kind.
“I…don’t…know.” Hermione replied. She then added, “I’d like to, really…I’m just not sure how to go on about it.”
“With his pureblood upbringing, he’s likely to make the first move, if you ask me. But, if you’re worried why don’t you contact him?” Ginny asked.
“You might be right…” Hermione replied with a smile, feeling reassured.
“Wait and see, maybe he’ll wish you a happy Christmas tomorrow. We’ll figure out what to do, whatever the case may be. But not tonight. Tonight, I need to go into a food coma.” Ginny said as she let herself fall very loudly and sloppily on her bed.
Hermione laughed and shut her eyes.
She was happy to have a friend like Ginny, with whom she could talk about Draco with. The boys were great but in all honestly, Harry was uncomfortable, to say the least, when discussing these matters with her, and out of him and Ron he was the better one at it. After all, Ron did have the emotional range of cutlery.
The next day, Hermione enjoyed a wonderful Christmas day with Harry and the Weasleys. She’d been gifted a royal blue knitted jumper from Molly. Ginny gave her a book on how to master various hair-spells. Harry had given her a book about the history of quidditch because if you’d understand where it comes from, I’m sure you’d love it. Ron had made her a cassette.
“It’s a mix of songs, I thought you’d like. I made it for you before, well, you know, but I thought you’d still like it, if it isn’t weird.”
It wasn’t weird, especially since Ron had made everyone a mix tape. Lavender, who’d come that morning to join them for their Christmas feast, had explained that he’d spent most of the evening of the winter formal with the Hufflepuff DJ and they’d seen each other a couple of times since, working on his secret project. His parents had been thrilled as he’d put old classics for Molly and Arthur was amazed by the technology. Harry’s cassette was full of quidditch anthems mixed with Chemical Brothers and a couple of tracks from The Prodigy. Her own mix-tape featured songs from the Cardigans, a few tracks from the Spice Girls along with only the very best of The Weird Sisters. She’d hugged him for his thoughtful gift, albeit slightly awkwardly.
Hermione was sitting on a couch in the middle of a stack of gifts and wrapping paper when Bill appeared, crouching next to her with an posh-looking beige envelope in his hand.
“Hey Hermione, this just arrived for you.” He handed her the envelope.
She thanked him and immediately got up as she instantly recognized the distinct handwriting and went to the kitchen for some privacy. Surely enough, as she entered, she saw Hunter looking more majestic than ever, perched between Tristan and the Weasley’s old owl Errol. Hermione ripped the envelope open.
Hermione,
I was given the most amazing Christmas gift early this year. I was lucky enough to spend the night will a goddess. She even granted me the pleasure of extending her charms to me the next morning.
You wouldn’t know, perhaps, if she had any plans for tomorrow? I very much wish to see her again, if she would? She may choose the time and location and I will be there.
I look forward to hearing back from you.
Draco
PS: Merry Christmas, my goddess.
Ginny’s eyes darted towards her friend from across the room, perceptively. Hermione reread the letter a couple of times as she felt butterflies in her stomach. Oh, he was smooth that was for sure. Ginny hurried over and Hermione showed her the letter.
“You were right, Ginny!” she said.
“Wow, Hermione, he’s got it bad!” Ginny exclaimed after reading.
“What should I reply?” Hermione asked. She felt all giddy and couldn’t think straight.
“Well, why don’t you meet in Diagon Alley? Maybe for drinks?”
“That sounds nice.” Hermione said thinking, Maybe somewhere with less of a chance of running into everyone they knew. She was quite happy to keep this relationship out of the papers before they’d actually had a chance to know where they were going. She knew they were bound to have every wizarding tabloid on their backs before they even put a label on whatever this was.
“You know what? I think I’ll go for somewhere less exposed.” She added as she eagerly reached for the quill lying on the kitchen counter and started writing. Harry then stepped in and took Ginny’s attention, leaving Hermione alone to finish her letter.
Draco,
Thank you for your Christmas wishes. I’m pleased to hear of your gift and also wish you a Happy Christmas.
I happen to know of a certain someone’s plans and it would seem that she might have some time tomorrow evening in Muggle London. Is 6PM all right for you? By the Central London Apparition point?
Hermione
The Malfoy’s had just finished Christmas lunch together. They had been used to celebrating with their larger family, but had decided on a more intimate gathering this year, with just the three of them. At first they ate in silence, but then, the slight awkward ambiance was replaced by Lucius’s recounting of fond holiday memories.
In the past, Lucius had been a cold and distant father to Draco for many years, but ever since he’d come home from Azkaban he had begun an immense change. First off, he’d actually hugged Draco for the very first time, to his utter surprise. He started showing interest in his son’s life, unlike before where he’d focus solely on Draco exceeding expectations in his school work and living up to his horrid pureblood fantasies. Now, he’d often write when Draco was at school, asking how he was feeling, what classes he did or didn’t enjoy; he genuinely wanted to know how his son was doing.
Narcissa, on the other hand, became even more protective of Draco; she would be very inquisitive about his new activities and really any tidbit of information he’d give her. Even when he didn’t wish to share, she had an uncanny way of knowing just what was going on in his life, and it was something that he really didn’t feel comfortable with.
On this Christmas occasion however, they’d all put any hard feelings aside. After the meal, they exchanged gifts by the magnificent tree in the now redecorated living room. They talked and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company; finding once again their own comfortable family feeling.
After a bit, Lucius took a nap as Narcissa went to write some letters for her charity work. It was a busy time of year for her activities and she couldn’t even let it rest on Christmas day. Malfoy’s were definitely known for being workaholics and Draco was no exception to the rule, as he took the opportunity to continue working on the Manors foundations. After an hour or so, he heard his mother calling for him.
“Draco, your owl’s tapping on the window again.”
“Coming.” He shouted, as he climbed up the stairs from what used to be the dungeons, dusting his hands that were full of dirt. He arrived in the landing, to Narcissa holding a letter with his name on it. Draco went straight for the letter and quickly checked that the seal was thankfully still intact. He took the letter from his mother’s hand with a quick “Thank you”.
“I’m surprised Blaise has started owling.” Narcissa said as she raised her eyebrow, studying her son’s reaction.
“It isn’t from Blaise.” Draco said absently as he read Hermione’s letter with a smile.
“Yes, I didn’t think it was.” Narcissa replied as she tried to lean in next to Draco to read the letter. “The handwriting does seem rather feminine.” She added as she tiptoed to look over Draco’s shoulder.
“Some privacy, Mother, please.” Draco said, rapidly becoming more exasperated.
“Cissy!” Lucius called, “Give the boy some space.”
Narcissa turned towards her husband and Draco saw the look she gave him.
“Really Lucius, I see the boy a couple of weeks every few months, of course I want to know what’s going on with him.” She said in an angry tone.
Not wanting to see his mother get any more upset Draco folded the letter and laid a hand on his mother’s shoulder and sighed.
“Fine Mother, it is from a girl. A girl I like very much and am planning to see again soon.”
Narcissa’s face was illuminated by her smile and before she was able to say anything, Draco added:
“I will not tell you who it is as of yet as I know how meddling you can be and I would like you to respect my privacy. May I ask that of you?” he tried to keep his tone void of any annoyance even though he could see Narcissa’s inner battle. After a couple of seconds where she pondered this; always the manipulative slytherin, she replied:
“That seems like a decent request. May I ask when you might be willing to share with us whom it may be?” she smiled innocently and Draco saw the years of practise behind the façade, how she’d manipulated Lucius time and time again. He smiled to himself and answered.
“What is it you want, a deadline?”
“I believe it’s a fair request…”
“Give me a month.”
“It’s a deal.” She replied, victorious.
Lucius rolled his eyes in the background.
“But no meddling.”
“Of course not, my dear.” Narcissa said as she kissed her son on the cheek. He then took his leave. Narcissa turned towards Lucius who was now staring intently at her over his reading glasses.
“Any thoughts you wish to share my dear?” she asked Lucius.
He stood and walked over to her, snaking his arms around her from behind.
“I can see that mind of yours churning…what are you up to?”
Narcissa slithered away from her husbands arm, and wore her best version of an offended expression.
“Nothing, I don’t know whatever you mean?” she stated in her most innocent voice.
“Out with it.” Lucius said taking off his glasses and cleaning them with his sleeve, “What is your obsession with this girl?”
Narcissa walked over to the window, watching the rain pelt down on it. She then said, almost lost in thought:
“Don’t you find it odd…how he’s acting so secretive?”
“He’s always enjoyed having secrets, Narcissa.” Lucius replied.
“It’s not that, this time…there’s something else…” she replied, deep in thought, “I think we know the girl…but he doesn’t want us to know who it is…”
“Why would you think that?” Lucius said, not sure where his wife was going with this.
“He might expect a negative reaction from us, especially if she’s not a pureblood.” Narcissa replied as she turned back to her husband.
“Honestly, Cissy. Even if we might have a hard time adjusting at first, do you truly believe we’re in any position to judge if he weren’t dating a pureblood? He could even be dating that Granger girl, I’d have to give him my blessing.” As an afterthought, he added “Truth be told she’d probably be quite a good fit for him, seeing as she’s got a sharp mind and…” the rest of his phrase trailed off as Lucius noticed something click in Narcissa’s eyes; they almost glazed over as if some sort of realization hit her. Then, just as quickly as her reaction had come it had gone and she gave a soft smile to her husband as she leaned in to peck him on his lips and walked out of the room. Lucius thought her reaction to be odd but wasn’t about to say anything about it.
Not so much Dramione action this chapter but more is to come soon ;-)
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