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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20417 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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No boring a/n this time, (I know it's been ages, I do apologize it totally blows) just have to say a massive thank you to my awesome, amazing, wonderful and dearest beta Monddame who has helped me so much. So please, if you're happy with this chapter, all the love goes to her <3 <3 <3

Chapter 20: Like a Dream
“Who is it?”
He knew she was there the moment he entered the bathroom. He heard her voice, but with the noise of the waterfall he couldn’t make out the words. There was no time anyway, he needed to see her. Now. He didn’t know what it was, but when finishing up at the Ministry he was overcome with the most distressing feeling that something was wrong with Hermione. He flooed straight back to Hogwarts and went directly to the Prefects bathroom. For some reason, he just knew she would be there.
He made a beeline for the occupied shower and rushed through the pouring water, scooping her up in his arms before she was able to say a thing. As his lips met hers, he felt a wave of relief course through his body just from being close to her and holding her in his arms once again.
Not speaking a word he pulled back to look into her eyes, proving to her that she was no longer alone. He was overwhelmed by the need to be there for her, to reassure and comfort her. The most disturbing images had rushed through his mind on his way back to school; images of Hermione being teased, hurt and upset by other students and teachers alike. Overall it had him feeling a combination of confusion – What were these images? – and anger – How dare they treat her this way! – resulting in the unbearable realization that she had to face the burden alone.
As he held her close to him, his mouth went from her lips to her neck. Pushing aside her wet locks, he reached down to nip and bite ravenously at her soft sweet skin.
“Draco”, she breathed, digging her nails into his back. Her husky voice was like music to his ears.
In that very moment, Draco realized just how bad he had it for the woman in his arms. Her every touch had him feeling complete, fulfilling him emotionally in ways he had never even dreamed of before.
Hermione rolled her hips against him, creating just the right friction. Following her rhythm, Draco reached for her leg and rested it around his waist. In response, she wrapped her other leg around him and he was pleased to feel her relax and smile into their kiss. They lost themselves in the comforting feeling of their embrace, a whirlwind of tongue and lips caressing, finding solace in one another. Hermione rocked into him in a deep primal rhythm urging his body to instinctively follow her lead with firm thrusts. Draco shimmied off his wet pants that were keeping him from feeling her warm and wanting core. He kicked them to the side and reveled in the heat coming from Hermione’s entrance, already positioned before his ready member. He paused to catch his breath and looked deeply into her chocolate eyes. Her deep inviting gaze left him feeling light-headed and if she hadn’t started to squirm in his arms he might have stayed like that all evening long.
“You. Are. My. Goddess.” He growled, sinking into her.
Hermione’s eyes widened before rolling back as she revelled in the penetrating pleasure that washed over her body again and again.
Pressed against the wall, Hermione held on to Draco riding him sensually thus creating the most pleasing motion for the both of them. Their lovemaking was always intense, but each experience felt like the first mind-blowing time. Draco soon felt the telltale signs of his climax and grinded into her unrelentingly to enhance the stimulation to her clitoris. By the distinctive shuddering quality of her breathing he knew he was on the right track.
He looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms and couldn’t resist the heaving of her breasts, as each intake of breath had them bouncing up and down. He bent his head down as best he could to catch one of her enticing nipples between his lips, covering her in wet kisses. She cried out his name, and hearing her voice was the tipping point for Draco. He came loudly, right after her, and soon they were gasping in each other’s arms. The immeasurable passion that unfolded each time they met left them in a daze for a while after they had finished.
After a couple of minutes, Hermione spoke up. “H-how did you know where to find me? I haven’t been back here in ages.”
Draco smiled as he picked up his drenched clothes and set them on a ledge. He felt content to be with her once more. Her quick mind and amazing perceptiveness were some of the qualities that he’d loathed in his younger years; but now – realizing how much they were a part of her – he’d come to miss them as well. The time spent apart had made him realize just how much he appreciated these very qualities in her.
“What? What are you smiling about?” Hermione asked curiously.
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“I’m not quite sure I follow…” He reached behind her for the shampoo, poured some in his hand and began to wash her hair.
“Quite frankly, I…I just knew that you were here.” Draco said after some time.
“What do you mean you knew?” Hermione retorted more insistently as she turned towards him.
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Well, try.” Her curiosity had been piqued, and she wasn't going to let this go.
“Sunday evening before school, I received a letter from the Ministry for a pressing mission that needed to be carried out immediately in the Department of Mysteries. I felt like shit for not being able to tell you, but I didn’t have the time to send an owl. When I came back through the floo I was thinking of you, and all of a sudden I had this peculiar feeling – almost like a déjà-vu – where I saw you come here. And somehow, I knew this is where I’d find you.”
Hermione stared at him, speechless. After some time she finally said, “You’re right, that is odd.”
“I know. And the oddest part is that I have this feeling that I’ve already been here with you, exactly like this. Everything is the same. Almost as if I dreamt this before.”
“Um, well you’d better prepare yourself for more because as chance would have it, I have already had this exact dream.”
“Excuse me?”
“A couple of months ago, I had a dream about this. This. Very. Evening. The way you came into the bathroom. The way you kissed me. All the way down to how you called me your Goddess. The way we-”
“Are you serious?” He let his foamy hands fall back to his sides.
“Do I look like I’m making this up?” Hermione took a step back defensively.
“Well, actually, you look like you’ve just been thoroughly shagged.” Draco smiled and readjusted his arms around her. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his grin turned naughty. “Wait a minute though. What do you mean by a couple of months back?”
“You heard me.” Hermione looked away, knowing that he had successfully connected the dots. Draco kissed her forehead.
“A couple of months back when you were dating Weasley?” He added smiling from ear to ear.
“Yes, a couple of months back when I was with Ronald.”
“Look at me, making your dreams come true already.” Draco boasted, puffing out his chest most exaggeratingly.
“Stop that.” Hermione replied swatting his firm chest playfully. “It is very odd, I must admit. But the most important thing is that you’re here now.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t before.” His tone became serious once again, and he draped his arms around her, engulfing her in a much-needed embrace. His change of demeanour reassured her that his feelings for her were stronger than his teasing implied.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.” Draco gestured between the two of them.
“Excuse me?” Hermione replied incredulously.
“What I mean is that I don’t want you to think that the sex is all that matters to me. I care for you Hermione, and I just knew I needed to be here for you. I want to be here for you. I hope you understand that you – this – means a lot to me.” He looked down at her affectionately.
“I missed you.” She whispered.
“So did I.”
While Draco walked her back up to Gryffindor tower, Hermione told him about the other students’ reactions since she had returned to school. Draco simply listened and held her hand, not knowing what to say to make her feel better. He didn’t know which was worse: hearing all that she had been through, or inexplicably having seen flashes of every interaction she had described. It didn’t make any sense; he wondered how it was possible.
Now wasn’t the time to dig further into that though. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew that his actions would speak more loudly than his words. That is why the very next morning, as Hermione stepped out from behind the Fat Lady portrait with Ginny, she found him there waiting for her. Draco greeted Ginny kindly and casually walked with them to breakfast as if they had done it already a million times before. Upon their arrival in the Great Hall, Draco noticed the instant change in the volume of the surrounding chatter as all heads turned their way. He stood tall and squeezed Hermione’s hand in support.
“Let them stare.” He whispered to her as they walked to the Gryffindor table.
Hermione couldn’t help but notice that with Draco by her side few dared to make any comments behind her back. She realized that the Malfoy name was still feared by many witches and wizards; and in her current situation she had to admit that it was advantageous. The other students’ reactions were more tolerable than the previous days, as those she was confronted with were made significantly less vicious by his mere presence.
Hermione ate her breakfast and felt somewhat better than the past couple of days. She was ashamed to admit to herself that she had let her insecurities spiral out of control upon returning to school. Courage had always been one of her stronger points – thus her placement in Gryffindor House – but like any other girl her age, she lacked confidence when it came to her appeal. Plus, her relationship with the man by her side was still quite new; and even though she had strong feelings for him, the foundation on which it was built wasn’t enough for her to fight off the negativity on her own. They still had such a tough history. She hoped that time would heal those insecurities within herself, and that others would learn to accept them as well.
As Ginny had predicted however, soon enough most of their classmates had accepted that Draco and Hermione were an item. Occasionally, Harry and Ginny even joined them for weeknight study sessions at the library. Some of the other students and even some of the professors still gave Hermione the cold shoulder – those in her own house like Parvati bothered her the most – but she did her best not to let it show. What was most important to her was that her close friends were starting to accept Draco and he was warming up to them as well. His willingness to make efforts towards her wellbeing calmed her insecurities and brought a smile to her face in the following days.
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