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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,
Now here's a chapter we've all been waiting for!
It's a tad longer than the others but I followed some excellent advice and couldn't cut it any shorted...I think it was for the best, if you ask me!
It took me a while again...and yet again, I couldn't wait to hear back from my lovely betas.
So I'm posting this just with Michelles amazing feedback and also after taking in account some of Monddame's advice from the last chapter. I updated that one too yesterday, the form should be much better now.
Thanks again for reading and be sure to leave a review, they really make my day!
20th September '17: new update...thanks again to my wonderful beta Monddame who challenges me to become a better writer! :-)
KS
Chapter 17: The Date
The girls had been so busy getting Hermione ready for her date neither she nor Ginny had thought to look out the window even once to check the weather. Instead, they argued about Hermione’s outfit. Finally – after a lot of convincing on Ginny’s part – Hermione agreed to wear the pink dress she had worn at professor Slughorn’s Slug Club Christmas party a few years back. She shuddered at the thought of that evening; how so very difficult it had been to pry herself away from her date Cormac McLaggen. They laughed it off and Hermione realized how nervous she was in anticipation of seeing Draco again. What if he’s changed his mind about me?
“I know that look, ‘Mione.” Ginny said perceptively, resting both hands on her friend’s shoulders. “Stop it, you’re overanalysing! Just enjoy yourself! And just in case, I told Mum that you were sleeping at Grimmauld so she won’t wait up for you or anything.”
“Thank you, Ginny.” Hermione smiled and hugged the redhead for being such an amazing friend who thought of all the little details that Hermione’s nerve-wracked mind couldn’t wrap itself around. “I’m not quite sure we’ll spend the night together, but if we do I doubt we’ll go to Harry’s place. That seems like pushing his patience too far too soon.”
“Yeah, running into a half-naked Draco in his own kitchen the morning after might put a serious damper on any future friendship between those two.” Ginny added, and Hermione burst out laughing.
Noticing she only had a couple minutes left Hermione went to get her heels for the evening. Ginny followed behind, performing a series of hair-spells from her book. And then without even taking a glance at how she looked, Hermione bid her farewell and apparated away.
When she appeared at the Hungerford Bridge the deluge of cold water that surrounded her struck Hermione, to the point that she even wondered if she had gotten her destination wrong and fallen into the River Thames. She realized, to her relief, that it was only rain. Within seconds though, it seemed that there wasn’t a dry centimetre on her body. She had landed in the middle of a huge storm. Cold raindrops were pelting her coat with such force, whilst chilly gusts of wind had her sidestepping and holding onto the rail for dear life. Quickly getting a grip on the situation, Hermione flipped her hood up over her head, bolting for shelter.
She dashed down the stairs at the end of the bridge and felt his eyes on her before she even noticed the distinctive flash of white-blond hair. He was waiting at the bottom of the steps, wearing a long dark coat and his warm green scarf. Seeing Draco again made Hermione’s stomach do funny flip-flops. Her breath hitched and her pace slowed when her eyes caught his. She was so captivated by those deep steel pools that she didn’t notice him step up a stair to reach her, now at perfect eye level. His stern expression broke into the sexiest grin; his glance went from her eyes, to her hair, down to her mouth. While he scanned her, Hermione looked at him too and realized that he must’ve been waiting for a while – even though she was five minutes early – as droplets of water cascaded down his face.
“Lovely choice of destination, Granger.” Draco said playfully as his grin grew, lighting up his face with a wicked smile.
“I didn’t expect this weather.” She replied, and then added teasingly “Malfoy.”
He grinned and leaned in to kiss her, not full on her lips, but neither exactly on her cheek. He chose that spot purposefully and she knew it. It sent delightful tingles all the way through her body, and she was amazed to see how warm his lips felt even in this awful weather. He pulled back, and Hermione thought to herself how surprising it was that he could turn her on with such a simple action. With his hand on her lower back, he escorted her under the bridge to seek some form of shelter. The wind was strong so even there they felt the raindrops whip their faces; but it was the best they could do.
“I know we’re to do things the muggle way here, but pray tell what solution I can hope for to stay dry in this weather?” Draco asked. He could very well have done a rain-repelling spell around himself and Hermione appreciated his effort to respect this way, however odd it may seem to someone who grew up in the wizarding world. Hermione was both surprised and thrilled by his reaction. If six months ago someone had told her that Draco Malfoy would come to London to meet her for a date, and to top it off by refraining from using magic to fit in with non-magical folk, Hermione would have thought that person to be utterly mad.
“We use umbrellas.” Hermione said, and reached into her bag to search for hers. She had done an undetectable extension charm on it; smaller than the one she used when she was off Horcrux hunting, but nevertheless enough to contain the essentials and maybe even a tiny overnight bag…just in case...
“Oh, an umbrella like the one Hagrid had?” Draco asked, looking down at Hermione who was now shoulder deep in her bag.
“Almost.” Hermione giggled at the memory of that battered up old thing after she finally got hold of her own polka dot umbrella and pulled it out. It fell open as soon as she brought it out of the bag, and if it weren’t for Draco’s seeker reflexes, the wind would have blown it away.
“Whoa” he exclaimed, struggling to hold it over their heads, “How about we find a better way to get out of this rain?”
At that very moment, Hermione noticed a pair of headlights approaching so she grabbed Draco’s arm and advanced towards the road. When she saw the illuminated Taxi sign above the lights she held out her arm and started waving, the same way she had seen her mother do many times before when she was a child.
“What are you doing?” Draco bellowed over the sound of the pouring rain splattering on the umbrella.
“You’ll see.” Hermione replied loudly, at the same time as the taxi pulled over. She started to open the door and felt Draco’s hand replace hers, ushering her in first. He followed suit, and Hermione showed him how to close the umbrella once they were in the taxi, getting water everywhere. Good thing they were in a typical London taxi. The back seat was large and spacious, holding enough room for four adults. Hermione set the umbrella on the damp floor and the driver spoke up.
“Good evening,” he started with a heavy London accent, and once they were seated, he added, “Where to?”
“Ummm, do you know Antonio’s? It’s a small Italian restaurant just off Piccadilly.” Hermione asked.
The driver nodded and closed the separation between the front and back seats and turned his radio up, granting them some privacy. Hermione turned towards Draco and felt her cheeks heat up when she realized he’d been staring at her.
“I hope that’s alright with you, it’s a restaurant I used to go to with my parents when I was younger. The food is really scrumptious.” She said enthusiastically.
“That sounds perfect.” Draco leaned back in his seat and looked out the window. He ran both hands through his wet locks, looking all the more sexy and reminding Hermione of her dream of him soaking wet in the Prefects showers. He turned back towards her and raised an eyebrow as he caught her staring.
“Like what you see?” He got dangerously close, draping his arm over her shoulders.
Hmmm, two can play this game…
“I don’t know.” Hermione replied, unbuttoning the front of her coat, revealing her cleavage. “What about you?” she retorted playfully.
Draco’s eyes met with her low neckline and grew dark with lust.
“I adore what I see.”
Hermione smiled. His hungry eyes met hers once more, scorching her with their heat. Merlin help me, or this driver is going to have an eyeful very soon, she thought to herself.
“You’ve always the best choice in attire.” He continued, and Hermione made a mental note to thank Ginny again for convincing her to wear a dress.
“What have you done to your hair?” Draco then asked.
“What do you mean?” She tried to see her reflection in the window behind him, “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing.” Draco reassured her. He glanced towards the driver, motioning for her to lean in closer. In doing so, Hermione got a whiff of his scent; a mix of expensive cologne and something so intoxicating that just screamed Draco. It made her feel light-headed to such an extent she was almost failing at paying attention to what he was telling her.
“It’s just that, it’s dry.” He added, pulling on one of her curls.
“It is?” Hermione tried her best to concentrate on the subject at hand and not the gorgeous sex god in front of her. She took the same strand of hair he was holding in her fingers as she finally remembered the reason, “Oh, right, that would be the hair-spell.”
“Right,” Draco said, his tone inflecting that it was the most logical thing in the world to have done, “Smart move.” Hermione had to recall his magical upbringing and how much it must have differed from hers. In his world, this was likely a very a normal thing to do whereas it was a first to Hermione; something she hadn’t even done deliberately. She worried that the driver would notice how strangely dry her hair remained so she hid it under her hood for the remainder of the ride.
They arrived in front of the restaurant, and to Hermione’s surprise, Draco leaned forward and gave a handful of pounds to the driver.
“Keep the change.” he said with a curt nod.
The man checked the amount and a huge smile crossed his face followed by a series of surprised thank yous. He then proceeded to hand Draco his card should they need his services at any other time. Hermione wondered just how much Draco had given the driver. Before she was able to ask, he was out of the taxi, holding the door open for her; his other arm extended towards. Always the perfect gentleman, she thought once she took hold of his arm, and they entered the little restaurant together. A waiter brought them to their table in a quiet booth near the back of the room.
“So, um, how was your Christmas?” Hermione asked Draco once they were seated, trying to begin a new conversation.
“Fine. And yours?”
“Um, mine was fine thank you…were you with your parents?” she asked, hoping this time he might add something more to the conversation.
He waited for a beat and looked her in the eyes before replying:
“Yes. We spent Christmas day the three of us. It was simple, but nice enough. I was happy to have my father around.”
“I can imagine.” Hermione said, thinking of how much she missed her own parents.
“And you?” Draco started playing with his spoon which was centimetres away from Hermione’s fingers, “Were you with the Weasleys or your parents?” His tone was meant to seem disinterested, but Hermione noted how intently he was looking at her after mentioning the Weasleys. Jealous, much? She thought to herself. She couldn’t really blame him. She did spend a large amount of her spare time with her ex’s family. But she had considered them like her own before Ronald and her were even dating, and she hoped Draco would understand.
Unfortunately before she could soothe his fears, the waiter arrived with the menus and listed the specials. Hermione requested the seafood linguine and Draco the penne al arrabiata. He ordered an Italian wine to go with their food and Hermione who didn’t know enough about wine just nodded, trusting she would likely appreciate his choice.
“I’m sorry for the interruption. I was asking about your Christmas.” Draco asked, taking a sip from his water glass.
“Oh, right.” Hermione started; she’d been dreading this moment and realized this was one of the first times – besides with Professor McGonagall – she had to explain her current family situation to someone. She felt tears start to prickle her eyes, and tried looking away to gather her courage to come out with it, “My parents aren’t around anymore.”
“I’m so sorry, Hermione. I had no idea.” Draco replied softly as he took her hand in his.
“It’s n-not like that,” Hermione stuttered as a big fat tear rolled down her cheek. Draco slid inside the booth to be right next to her and put an arm around her. “I obliviated them over a year ago,” she sobbed. Draco remained silent; his thumb slowly started stroking her shoulder giving her the time to continue. “I tried to reverse the process last summer, after the battle you see, but things just turned worse. My father got super mad at me, and I just couldn’t….so Ronald re-obliviated him.”
Draco handed Hermione a pack of tissues out of nowhere and remained silent for what was likely a full minute. Shifting away from her slightly to better meet her eyes, he cleared his throat to speak.
“That’s…horrible.” He looked at her almost in awe, “I can’t believe you’ve gone through that.”
“Yeah, well I’m a mess.” Hermione replied before blowing her nose and dabbing her eyes. “Who cries on a first date?” She snickered at her own expense, “You must really have a hell of an image of me now.”
“I do,” Draco said to Hermione’s surprise. She almost felt offended before he continued, “Actually, you amaze me more and more every time I see you.”
Hermione looked up at him and saw in his eyes he was telling the truth. He was looking at her with the utmost admiration. It was intense, but she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for this kind of intensity just yet. Draco must’ve sensed how uneasy Hermione felt so he continued in a lighter tone.
“My dear, I’m afraid it’ll take a whole lot more to scare me off.” He smiled whilst he resumed his initial position across the table from her, always keeping his hand on hers.
The food arrived shortly after, and Draco told her a bit more about his most recent job at the Ministry. He explained the importance of lacing structures with the correct wards and protections, without forgetting to make it invisible to the muggle eye, when rebuilding. He had to work on various offices, and found help with the new central statue in the hall of the Atrium. The Magic is Might piece had been destroyed shortly after the battle, and now there stood a tower with a scroll listing all the names of the fallen in its place. On either side of the tower stood the goblin and house-elf from the Fountain of Magical Brethren, as well as Dumbledore and a centaur. Draco explained how he’d worried about Dumbledore’s reaction to him, but he’d been very helpful and kind throughout the repairs. Draco worked hard and was passionate about his job; Hermione could tell by the way he described everything he’d done, without reserve. He continued relating how many people would stare; at first he was subjected to regular insults, but as people noticed him roll up his sleeves and work on repairing the place opinions slowly changed. Draco was thrilled when he told her about his last day before the winter break. An older witch who’d given him a nasty look or two in the past had brought him a cup of tea in the afternoon and stayed to chat. During his whole recounting he was beaming, and Hermione felt her heart swell for the man in front of her.
They continued with the rest of the meal, and by the time dessert arrived Hermione realized she was feeling quite a buzz, unable to recall if she’d had two, or three, or maybe four glasses of wine. She wasn’t a big wine drinker and didn’t actually know her limit. She was feeling rather tipsy, and if she was honest with herself, it was making her start to feel quite horny. Her eyes blazed as they raked over Draco’s form. His dishevelled hair was still slightly wet from the rain and begging to be tugged. His crisp azure shirt brought out the blue flecks in his eyes, and perfectly fit his broad shoulders and lean but strong build. He’d rolled up his sleees to his elbows without noticing, and his forearms showed the manual labor he’d been doing for the past couple of months. Hermione licked her lips, wanting to touch him so badly. When their dessert arrived at the table along with a complimentary glass of limoncello, Hermione only had one thing on her mind. Draco seemed to notice as the glass he’d started to bring to his mouth stopped in mid-air. He focused on Hermione as she ate the strawberries along her panna cotta dish. Knowing exactly what effect she was having on him she looked him in the eyes and licked her finger after finishing her second strawberry.
“So, Draco,” she purred, “Where would you like to go after dessert?”
She heard him gulp audibly.
“Hermione, if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to move from this spot.” He uttered with a quick glance downwards.
“Is that so,” she breathed as she slid a shoe off, rubbing her foot along Draco’s leg and slowly making her way up.
At that moment the waiter came to their table asking them if they wanted any coffee or tea. Draco cleared his throat and sat upright. Hermione kept going upwards with her foot; her actions hidden by the tablecloth. As her foot reached his erect shaft, Draco propped his elbows on the table, clasping his hands in front of him and squeezing his eyes shut. Taking a deep breath, he barely managed to reply to the waiter.
“Th-the check please.”
When the waiter left, Draco’s glare turned to a very mischievous looking Hermione.
“You’re going to pay for that, just you wait.” He growled dangerously.
Merlin, he’s sexy when he talks like that. Hermione thought as she felt heat pool between her legs. She was already so hot and bothered for him. She continued fondling Draco’s erection with her foot until the check came.
While watching the waiter leave, Draco took in another deep breath and spoke very slowly.
“Now, you’re going to leave this restaurant first, so I may have a chance to stand up without shocking everyone here. You will wait for me in front, and after I’ve paid I’m going to come and find you. Then I will fuck you.” Hermione bit her lip; her action redirected his line of sight for a moment to her mouth. His mouth was slightly opened and Hermione could have sworn he was about to cross the table to kiss her, but then he took another deep controlled breath and continued, “I’ll fuck you hard. Does that seem about right to you?” He stared at her, his eyes dark and full of lust.
“Yes.” Hermione rasped without a second of hesitation.
She stood and put her coat on heading straight for the exit. She bid the waiter farewell whilst she stepped out, and noticed that the wind had stopped but it was still raining heavily. She remained under the awning looking for her umbrella in her bag. Just as she remembered Draco had it when they’d arrived at the restaurant she heard him approach her from behind.
“You little minx.” He growled in her ear as he took hold of her arm and hurried towards a park across the street.
“Alohamora.”
He made quick work of the gate, looking left and right before opening it for Hermione and following her in. She heard him say another spell; which she’d later realize was a heating spell as the rain that fell on them felt like a warm summer shower. Before she could ask him about it he had brought her under the closest tree and was kissing her hungrily. Hermione sucked his bottom lip, and Draco groaned lustfully as he pushed himself up flush against her. His lips left hers, skimming along her cheek. As he approached, his heavy breathing tickled her ear while he whispered dirty things to her.
“I’ve dreamed of fucking you…fuck, Hermione, I want to hear you scream for me over and over…” he ended by tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. Hermione gasped and ran her fingers through his hair bucking her hips towards him. He moved away, denying her the pressure she longed for. Draco kissed her neck and then looked up at her with an evil smile…
“I told you, you’d pay.” His voice but a sultry whisper.
Hermione was having none of this. She took Draco by surprise gripping his arms and swiftly shifting their positions, shoving his back against the tree; that way he could no longer move back when she eagerly rubbed herself against his hard cock.
Draco kissed her with a renewed sense of need, and his hands started working on her coat buttons. He made quick work of them and paused, their lips barely touching as he pressed his forehead to hers and opened her coat. Hermione couldn’t fight the ragged moan that escaped her lips when Draco’s strong hands found her breasts. His fingers teased along the neckline of her dress, occasionally dipping in, almost touching her sensitive nipples. It was torture and he knew it. He moved his knee between her thighs grinned as he felt how worked up Hermione was getting. Without further ado, he let his fingers slide into her bra feeling her hard nipples. He kissed her neck and bit her collarbone sinfully. He bent down to press his mouth to the swell of her breast and then he pushed her décolleté out of the way to connect his lips with her nipple.
“Fuuuck, Draco.” Hermione cried out in an unadulterated passion.
He went from one breast to the next, and as he slid back up to face her, he said with a grin,
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you in this dress.”
Hermione smiled back at him and found the buttons to his coat, pulling it out of the way. She kissed him again, letting her hands explore his chest, making swift work of his shirt buttons. Draco’s hands circled around her and slid down to her bum. He squeezed her cheeks possessively and then slid one of his hands back around her where he started to bunch up her dress. When he felt her thigh highs, he stopped.
“I like this.” He growled, in between kisses, his voice fuelled with evident arousal.
His knee inched up her thighs, spreading them wider and causing her to smile into their kiss. She felt him tease along the edge of her panties. She took hold of his face, locking her eyes with his. Her desire was at a peak and she needed him desperately.
“No more teasing, Draco, please.” Hermione choked before locking lips with him once again.
With one hand pushing her undergarment down, Draco ran his finger along her soaking slit once, twice, and then slid it in deep within her folds. She practically howled his name; if it hadn’t been for the pouring rain a couple of neighbours were sure to have heard her. He played with her wetness, making sure to give just the right amount of attention to her clitoris.
Hermione’s hands had fallen down to his pants and she was about to free him from his boxers. Draco stopped her and said, in a tone that left no room for objection:
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He gripped Hermione by the hips and tugged her forward, effectively trapping her between him and the tree. In one swift motion, his hard body was pressing into her back. Draco grabbed her hair, tilting her head back.
“Alright?” Came his ragged voice.
Hermione appreciated that he was asking her if this animalistic approach was acceptable for her, as his lips caressed her earlobe sensually.
“Please…do.” Hermione breathed.
He bunched up her coat revealing her naked bottom and in one swift motion Draco plunged his cock deep into her folds. Usually he'd take his time, build up his pace, make the moment last, this was purely about their desire for one another. Pounding into her with no reserve, Hermione met each roll of his hips, with equal momentum. Draco let Hermione’s hair go and grabbed her waist, digging his fingers into her. Hermione braced herself against the tree in front of her as she started to feel the tell-tale signs of an upcoming climax quicker than ever before; her legs were feeling weaker and weaker, and hearing Draco talk dirty and swear was just about enough to push her over the edge. He then grasped her by the hair again and pulled her up, sliding a hand between her legs and teasing her clit. The feral way he was having her was making her feel a level of arousal she hadn’t felt before. As he sank into her over and over, his mouth brushed her ear again, and he growled.
“Hermione…you…feel…fucking…amazing…” He massaged her clit more insistently, crying out “Come for me!”
Hermione didn’t know if it was the dirty talk, the roughness of their actions or pure coincidence, but at that very moment she came. And she came loudly. Draco followed shortly after, just as loud as her.
As their breathing returned to normal, his hand left her mound and laid on her shoulder at the same time as he leaned his full weight on his other hand resting on the tree. Hermione bent down to pull up her knickers and turned to look at Draco.
"Wow" they both breathed, as their eyes met, Draco pulling Hermione close to him, soft laughter falling from both of their lips.
Hermione realized how much she didn’t want this moment to end; so putting herself out there, she told him:
“I want to stay with you tonight.”
Draco’s smile grew wider as he took her slender hand in his.
“As do I.” Was all he answered before kissing her fingers and leading her out of the park.
They stayed in the suite of a lavish hotel in central London. Double doors separated the modern designed king-size bedroom from a sitting area and floor to ceiling windows gave them a beautiful view of the city lights from their top floor. Hermione wondered if Draco had actually made a reservation beforehand or not. Either way, she didn’t mind since their time together was so amazing. They spent half the night talking and laughing together. Who would’ve thought they’d have such chemistry? They spoke of their past and Hermione was surprised at how much Draco actually knew about the muggle world.
The next morning, Hermione woke up at the break of dawn in Draco’s arms. He was watching Alfred Hitchcocks The Birds. As he felt her stir, he whispered:
“Good Morning.”
“Good Morning.”, she answered groggily. “The Birds?”
“Apparently it’s a classic. Did you know that Hitchcock was a wizard?” Draco responded matter-of-factly.
“No.” She actually had no idea.
“Mmhmm…quite an old wizarding family name.” He cleared his throat and turned to her “Did you sleep well?”
“I did. And you?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” He answered and then kissed her on the lips, before rolling over to be on top of her, propped up by his elbows. Hermione felt something hard when he slid between her legs and it immediately had her feeling all kinds of flustered.
“I suppose this is the Slytherin way to date?” Hermione looked up at him coyly.
“This, is something brand new to me. I suppose it’s our way.” Draco’s eyes switching from playful to serious, in a heartbeat. He reached over, tucking some of her wild mane of loose hair, out of the way.
“What do you say…can I call you my girlfriend? Make it official when we return to Hogwarts?” He was looking at her with a mix of elation, tension and anticipation.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Hermione laced her arms around his shoulders and kissed him again.
How'd you like them lemons? ;-)
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