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Three Years Have Passed Since The War Ended	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Draco got to his desk the next morning, a note sat waiting for him:

Thank you for dinner last night. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time. –H

He agreed. They had rapport. He took out a sheet of parchment and a quill.

His note flew into her office. She opened it and laughed:

I’m glad you took the night off from your second job to have dinner with me. -D

Hermione penned a response:

You’re a riot, Malfoy. I have your books ready. Come by for them at lunch, if you have time. -H

Draco got to work, the morning dragging as he anxiously awaited the clock to strike half past eleven. It didn’t help that he kept thinking about their time together the day before. He mulled over their brief moments of holding hands. Her touch was so natural. He wondered if she touched all her friends in this same way. She hadn’t intended to, he was sure, but her little touches throughout the evening had aroused him. He had the impression that she wasn’t opposed to his touch, but the past few years had taught him to tread carefully.

At 11:30, Draco took his lunch to the Dark Arts Library. He had never been in her library. He could see why she thought it was depressing. The library walls were lined with books up to the ceiling. The lamps along the walls gave off scant illumination. Unlike the smell of the new books in Flourish & Blotts, the books here smelled of stale smoke, aged parchment, and the sulfuric stench of Dark magic.

Hermione came out of her office when she realized Draco had come into the library.   She spied the lunch in his hands.

“Hi, Malfoy. I’m glad you brought your lunch. Do you want to eat in my office?”

She led him to the back of the library. Her office was spacious. At least her space was well lit and clean. She cleared off a spot on her desk for his food.

“How was your morning?” he asked.

“I collected your books,” she said, motioning to a stack of books on the edge of her large desk. “I did some writing for a book idea I have.”

“Tell me about it.”

She laughed nervously. “Okay, well, I haven’t talked about it before. I want to write a new Defense Against the Dark Arts text. I always thought our texts were mediocre at best.”

He took a bite of his sandwich and studied her. He couldn’t understand why talking about her book idea made her nervous.

“If anyone should write a DADA text, it should be you. You have the expertise and the practical knowledge,” he said.

She gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Malfoy. What did you work on this morning?”

“Same object, the Silentium*. I’m not sure what it would be used for.”

Hermione thought about Ron’s Deluminator. It could extinguish or produce light. Perhaps the Silentium worked in a similar way. Maybe it helped you to hear those you thought about, the way the Deluminator led Ron back to her and Harry. Hermione shared her ideas with Draco.

“I never thought about it producing sound,” Draco murmured. “That could create chaos. But the more personal use could help people find someone…”

Draco trailed off. Hermione watched his face with fascination. She could practically see him making connections.

“I pulled a book for you on absence/presence magical objects. I’m fairly certain this is the book Dumbledore used when creating the Deluminator.”

“I’ll have to read through the book,” he said. He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry I didn’t come in here sooner.”

Hermione stood up. “Let me give you a tour of the library.”

Draco listened to Hermione tell him about the different sections, noting books she thought might be of interest to him. Her breadth and depth of knowledge was truly incredible.

“I should get back to work,” Draco said when they had finished the tour. He collected the books she had reserved for him.

“Do you want to join me for an art gallery show Friday night? I’ve been studying this artist and I plan on purchasing a painting.” Hermione thought Draco would enjoy the show. She’d seen some of his drawings on his walls, so she knew he liked art.

“I haven’t been to a show before. Is it in Muggle London?” Draco planned on going, but he wanted to know what he was getting himself into.

“It is. Don’t feel pressured to come.” Hermione worried that she had misread her interactions with him.

“I would like to come. It’s just… it’s just been me for a long time. I’m not used to being in a crowd.” Draco felt embarrassed by his admission. Granger was probably used to dating outgoing men with great social skills.

“No one knows us in Muggle London, so we can be normal there.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

“That’s, um…good. Can I ask you something?” Draco didn’t want to make a total fool of himself if he didn’t have to. “Is this a date?”

Good Godric! Please let the ground open up and swallow me now, thought Hermione.

“Well, I thought it could be, but if you’re not interested in me that way…” Hermione’s cheeks were burning.

He stepped closer and put his hand on her shoulder.

“I was hoping it would be a date. I am interested in you that way,” Draco assured her.

She looked up at him, feeling much better. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. He loved seeing her flustered, her cheeks pink, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

He stepped back, giving her a small wave.

“Send me your address and I’ll floo to your house,” he requested.

“I will. See you, Malfoy.” She gave him a shy smile.

Hermione left work early on Friday afternoon to get ready for her date with Draco. The London gallery scene was sophisticated and chic. Hermione chose a short bronze strapless leather dress. She had purchased it in a high-end consignment store. The leather was thin and moved with her, the bronze a rich hue that complemented her fair skin and dark hair. She wore a simple pair of three inch bronze heels.

It took over an hour for her to get her hair to hang down her back in shiny waves, rather than the ringlets her hair naturally preferred. She played up her eyes, lining them with dark brown liner and brushing on mascara to elongate her lashes. She added just a bit of rosy lip balm and blush to complete the look.

She slipped tiny diamond studs into her ears for a bit of sparkle near her face.

Hermione examined herself in the full length mirror. She enjoyed the opportunity to exercise an artistic flair with her clothing. The dress draped over her curves beautifully. The store owner had urged her to try it on, even though Hermione didn’t think it would work for her. But the craftsmanship of the dress was exquisite.

At 7:00, Hermione heard the floo. She walked towards her fireplace to greet Draco.

“Hi,” she said. Draco looked at her appreciatively.

“Hi,” he replied. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. Let me grab my purse and we can head to the gallery.” She smiled at him, pleased at his compliment.

Draco took the opportunity to look at his surroundings. Her house was charming, artistic and full of her personality. Framed art mixed with pictures of her friends and family. Her furniture was classic and neutral. Books were nestled in shelves and baskets and on top of her coffee table. Draco felt at home in this room, her interests similar to his own.

Hermione grabbed her clutch purse and headed towards Draco.

“I’ll Apparate us to a quiet spot near the gallery and we can walk from there,” she explained, taking his hand.

“Lead the way.”

The arrived in an alley a few blocks from the gallery. Hermione guided him towards the sidewalk. The area was upscale, with restaurants, bars, shops and galleries. Couples walked hand-in-hand and groups of friends traversed the sidewalks, looking to end their week with a drink or dinner.

Draco noticed the way men eyeballed Granger. If she observed their attentions, she ignored them, continuing to point out things to Draco as they walked.

They finally reached their destination a few minutes later. He opened the door for her, then stepped into the brightly lit gallery. The space was filled with people drinking champagne, talking and perusing the modern paintings on the walls.

A flamboyant man in a navy suit and pink tie approached them.

“Hermione! I’m so glad you could make it. And who is this beautiful man?”

“Thomas, this is my friend Draco. Draco, Thomas is a private art dealer. He helped me purchase my last piece. He also gives me the inside scoop on new artists.”

Draco held his hand out to Thomas. “Pleased to meet you.”

Thomas laughed and shook Draco’s outstretched hand. “The pleasure is mine, I can assure you.” He turned back to Hermione and winked. “Let me know if you need anything, sweet.”

Hermione and Draco exchanged amused looks. They each took a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and began to examine the art.

The modern art in the gallery spoke to Draco on a visceral level. The intense splashes of color and texture conveyed a spirit and zeal, leaving the viewer to come to his own conclusions.

“This is the painting I’m interested in buying,” Hermione murmured to Draco. He could understand her choice. It spoke of longing and loss, but also of hope.

As they browsed, Draco saw a painting he was intrigued by. He stopped and examined it. The painting suggested two beings, seemingly pulled together by a force outside of themselves. The colors of the painting were intense and layered with careful strokes. The words attraction and fated floated through his mind as he looked at the canvas.

“What do you think of this one?” Hermione asked him.

“It’s by far my favorite. I’m not sure exactly what I think, but it seems passionate and somewhat romantic,” he said, watching Hermione examine the painting.

“It does. It’s sexual as well. I can feel the figures wanting to join together,” she said.

Thomas’ partner came up behind him. “Do you think your client will buy that painting?” he said, gesturing to Hermione and Draco.

“Yeah, love, look at the intensity between the two of them. I’m getting turned on watching them. I’d wager that she picks up that painting.”

“I wonder what their story is. They’re both so unusual looking, like characters from a fairytale. Her friend looks like a Helmut Lang model.”

Thomas laughed at his partner’s observation and walked over to Hermione and Draco to find out what painting he should help her acquire.

“What do you think, Hermione?” Thomas asked her.

“Well, I had anticipated buying Désir* but Lié* has piqued my interest.” She looked at Draco.

“You should pick what you like,” he said to her.

Hermione looked at Thomas. “Will you put in my offer to the gallery for Lié?”

“I will. I’ll contact you when it’s ready for you to take home.”

“Thank you, Thomas.”

“My pleasure, Hermione. Enjoy your evening,” he said to both Draco and Hermione, giving them a small bow.

“Congratulations,” Draco said as they stepped out of the gallery.

“You were right about the painting. It was the best one in the show. When we talked about it, I could see that the painting had layers of meaning beyond the initial viewing.” She put her arm through his as they strolled past restaurants and bars.

“Do you want to get dinner?” he asked.

“There’s a tapas bar I’ve wanted to try. Are you interested?” she asked him.

“Are tapas appetizers?”

“Yes. The bar has drinks, appetizers and Latin music. Every time I pass by, I think it looks fun.”

“Ok, but it’s on me this time,” he said.

“Do you have pounds?” she whispered.

“I got pounds at Gringotts during my lunch hour,” he murmured back.

“Well done, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, playfully tugging his arm towards the bar door.

The bar was intimate, busy but not crowded, and smelled of wine and herbs and spices. The seductive sound of a singer crooning could be heard over the buzz of voices and laughter. Hermione led them to a table in a dimly lit corner. They sat close together to hear each other.

A waitress took their drink and tapas order and returned with bite-sized appetizers and full glasses of rich Spanish wine.

“Will you bring us the bottle?” he asked the waitress.

“Right away,” she said, quickly returning with a bottle of their wine.

Hermione relaxed into her seat, sipping the rich wine and enjoying bites of the delicious tapas.

Draco drank his wine, slowly eating bits of food.

“Try this roasted pepper with goat cheese.” Hermione held the food to his mouth.

Draco had enjoyed three flutes of champagne and two glasses of wine and his inhibitions were slightly lower than usual. He took a bite of the offered food, sucking the tips of her fingers into his mouth. Looking into her eyes, he took a drink of wine.

“Delicious,” he murmured.

When Hermione looked back on her relationship with Draco in years to come, she would remember this moment, when she let her instincts guide her. She would remember the freedom she felt in doing what felt good, what felt right. She would remember the moment she went from being one to being part of a pair. She would remember the exhilaration of possibilities this moment held for her.

Draco leaned towards her, his breath hot on her lips. She felt dizzy with the contact, closing the distance between their lips to feel his firm lips on hers. His hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Their mouths opened, each tongue tentatively exploring the other. The kiss electrified Hermione. Every stroke, every touch aroused her. Draco broke the kiss, his hand moving to cup her face.

“I’ve dreamed of kissing you for years,” he confessed.

“You have?”

“Mmm hmm,” he said, gently fingering the bare skin of her back.

He pushed her hair away from her neck and inhaled her warm, feminine scent. He kissed the shell of her ear, down to the thin skin of her graceful neck. His kisses became more fervent. Hermione sought his lips again, needing to taste his drugging kisses. Her hands went into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp.

A chair raking against the floor brought them out of their private reverie.

Hermione looked into Draco’s lusty eyes, “Come home with me.”

Draco nodded, standing up and putting money on the table.

“Is that enough?” he asked Hermione.

“More than, I think,” she said, grabbing her purse. As they walked out, Draco wrapped his arm around her waist.

The evening had become gusty and chill, but Hermione felt her skin warmed by Draco’s close contact. They found a quiet alley and apparated into her living room.

As soon as their feet hit the living room floor, they flew into each other’s arms, mouths needy, hands desperate to explore unknown places. Breaking the kiss, Draco pulled off his cashmere sweater and kicked off his shoes, while Hermione did the same with her heels. Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him to her bedroom.

They stood, undressing each other. Draco turned her to unzip the back of her dress. It slipped to the floor and Hermione stepped out of it. Draco let her unbutton his dress shirt, her hands caressing his chest through the soft material. She took out his cufflinks and walked them over to sit atop her dresser.

The sight of Hermione’s body covered only by a nude colored strapless bra and sheer boy shorts was incredibly erotic to Draco. She walked back to him, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt. Draco lightly ran his hands over her shoulders, her arms. She unbuttoned his pants, but Draco stopped her. He stepped back to unzip and kick off the trousers and boxers. He stood naked before her, his body pale and lightly muscled. His erection made her breath catch. He was larger than she expected.

They kept eye contact as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were round and full, with tight pink nipples. He stepped into her space, his hands finding the round weights. She took in a shaky breath at the contact. She could feel his erection lightly grazing her stomach. That, along with his attention to her breasts, made her moan.

Draco knelt in front of her. He kissed her belly while his hands stroked over her legs. His mouth trailed kisses down to the v between her legs. He inhaled her sweet, musky smell, using his nose and mouth to rub against her moist mound through the sheer material of her knickers. He felt Hermione sway. Quickly, he pulled her knickers down, lifting her feet to take them off her legs.

Draco stood and kissed Hermione and backed them up to her bed. At the edge of the bed, she sat down. Draco stood before her, his erection near her lips. She looked up at him and took his cock into her hand, gently caressing the smooth skin.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned. Hermione’s movements had him leaking fluid from the slit at the top of his penis. She rubbed the slippery liquid into the broad head of him, then leaned down and pressed her lips to his hardness. Draco stood as still as he could, but he wanted to thrust into her hot mouth.

“Hermione, I need to taste you. Put your pretty cunny over my face,” he said to her. She stopped her exploration of him.

“Can I pleasure you at the same time?” she asked.

“Merlin, yes,” he said, as he laid on her soft bed. She crawled up next to him, then turned and straddled his waiting mouth. Draco held her thighs as she lowered herself over his face. At his first lick, Hermione gasped, then lowered herself further to allow his tongue better access.

“Oh gods, Draco. Your tongue feels amazing!”

She let him continue for a minute before lowering her mouth to his bobbing cock. She steadied it with her hand, then took the head into her mouth. As soon as she did that, Draco began licking her furiously, causing her to suck him further into her mouth. When he began licking her clit with dedicated pressure, she moaned around the girth in her mouth. Draco pushed a finger into her waiting pussy and Hermione began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

“Stop sucking me,” he bit out. “Let me make you come.”

Hermione sat up, bracing her hands on his chest. He used his hands on her hips to guide her dripping slit back and forth over his lips and tongue. When he focused on the nub of nerves, she began to feel her body seize in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she keened loudly. Her orgasm was so strong it was momentarily painful before pleasure took over.

When she began to come back down to earth, she moved off him and laid on her back, her head near his on the pillow.

“Give me a second to recuperate,” she said breathily.

He turned to face her, his traditional smirk gracing his face once again.

“You liked that, I gathered?”

“Mmm. You are rather skilled.” She turned to him, nuzzling his face, kissing his jaw. “You taste like sex.”

“You taste like sex and lemons and vanilla. I love the way you taste,” he said, seeking her lips.

When they kissed, Hermione could taste the tang of her juices on his lips. His tongue massaged hers provocatively, like he was fucking her mouth. His mouth did not leave hers as he moved himself between her thighs, his large cock nudging at her opening.

She thrust her hips towards him in invitation and he pushed himself into her tightness.

He stopped, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Draco looked at her flushed face. She looked back, amazed at the intensity in his eyes. Her hands ran over his shoulders and arms.

Then he began to thrust into her, getting a feel for her body. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations he could feel: her breath against him, her fingernails scratching his back, the little involuntary moans that kept coming out of her mouth.

He began to move faster, his pelvic bone nicking her clit on every up stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs braced on the bed to meet his thrusts with her own.

Soon she was wailing his name, her upward thrusts meeting his as another orgasm crested and overcame her body. Draco could feel her cunt squeezing him rhythmically. He let go, his body pounding into hers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he yelled as he came.

He collapsed on top of her. She gathered him close, her arms wrapping around his back, her legs twining with his.

As much as he enjoyed fucking her, he luxuriated in her closeness to him. The sixty-nine she had so enthusiastically suggested was the stuff of his fantasies. Hermione Granger had dimensions Draco hoped he could discover, if she was willing to have him in her life.

He pulled out of her, their mingled fluids wetting her thighs. The sex was so raw, Draco thought, and so incredibly hot. He pulled her to him, her arm automatically going around his waist.

“Hermione,” he began, before noticing her closed eyes and deep breathing.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

She gave a tired chuckle, “Sleep.”

He smiled into her thick hair. “Yes, sleep.”




A.N. Silentium is Latin for silence. Désir is French for desire. Lié is French for connected.
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