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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thank you all for sticking around with me for this story, especially Smile317 for the incredibly nice reviews. I hope this chapter does justice. There will be one more after this. 😊
20.
When Hermione awoke again, the clock on her bedside table told her that it was now just past 2pm on Sunday afternoon. She groaned and stretched out her body, feeling soreness in her muscles from sleeping in the same position for so long, but suddenly she froze. As her foot had pushed backwards, it had hit something hard and warm. There was someone in her bed.
She turned around quickly and saw Draco sitting up straight against the headboard staring into space, obviously deep in thought. Why was he still here? Last night was one thing, but she couldn’t keep doing that knowing that there was no future in their relationship. ‘Draco,’ she said, about to ask him.
His face swung over to hers as his eyes focused on her. ‘I need to tell you something,’ he said seriously. She nodded and he continued while shaking his head, ‘I never planned on telling you this, but I need you to understand.’ He looked distraught and she had no idea why. He was wringing his hands together on his lap as he looked back into her face with a sigh.
‘Not that long ago, I was in a very dark place,’ he said with a look of pain in his eyes. ‘I took everything that happened after the war very hard. Losing the money and the manor and Astoria, it was like a blow to every part of my body. I stayed with my parents for a bit afterwards, but they were just as bad as I was, and I knew that I had to get out of there.’ He stopped for a few seconds.
‘I got the job at the ministry and tried my fucking hardest to show them what I was made of, that I could do more and that I wasn’t just going to let myself be stepped on. But eventually, when nothing better happened, when I was laughed at to my face when I mentioned a project, or when I applied for new positions and they tore the application up in front of my face,’ Hermione gasped at this. ‘It just got to where I thought, what’s the point?’
She felt tears welling up in her eyes for him. ‘Draco,’ she said.
‘I tried,’ he continued. ‘But every time I tried, I just felt like I was beaten further down, just to show me that there was absolutely no point in even attempting it. I was looked at with disgust, and whenever someone would pass by me, they would mention my name in revulsion, like I was the lowest and most disgusting creature on the planet.’ He stopped and took a breath. ‘So eventually I just thought that the world would be a better place without me.’ Hermione was shaking her head but stayed silent as he continued. ‘I found a spell that was supposed to take care of it quickly and painlessly.’
‘Draco, no,’ Hermione said, putting a hand on his arm.
‘It didn’t work, obviously,’ he said with a pained smile. ‘But I ended up in St Mungo’s for two weeks recovering. When I got out, I had realised what I had done wrong, but I wanted to practice it a bit more and I knew that the next time I tried it, I would get it right.’
He stopped. Hermione stared at him, waiting for more and when it didn’t come, she asked, ‘What happened? Why didn’t it work?’
He shook his head. ‘I never tried it again.’
‘Why?’ she asked, her fingers now digging into his arm.
‘Because of you, Granger,’ he said softly, still looking down at his hands.
She shook her head. ‘What?’
‘You came into that broom cupboard that day and you smiled at me and—and you were the first person in years to just talk to me like I was a fucking human being.’ Hermione felt her eyes flooding with tears. ‘And you not only told me that I could do better but forced me to do better and I…’ he looked at her face. ‘I can never thank you enough for that.’
Her head dropped to his chest as she began crying against it. ‘I thought that if you of all people could forgive me and move past everything that I put you through, then maybe I could get everyone else to do the same.’
He pulled her up to look at him. ‘Before you came down to that cupboard, my life was over. I had no intention of living out the week. You gave me a future again, Hermione,’ he said, looking at her intently. ‘And I’ve thought about that future a lot. I can see a future with children.’ She let out a sob and hung her head. ‘But I can also see one without children,’ he smiled and put a finger on her chin to look up into his beautiful grey eyes. ‘What I can’t see, is a future without you.’
She gasped as she saw that his eyes were full of that same raw emotion that they were last night and she felt her chest expanding and her breath increasing as she realised that maybe it wasn’t goodbye that he had been trying to say, maybe it was something else, something bigger, something more important.
‘Hermione,’ he started. ‘I—I…’
She put her finger over his lips as he had done to her the night before. ‘Shh, I know,’ she said with a smile, happy tears now springing in her eyes and nodding her head. ‘I know. Me too.’
He pulled her against him and took her lips in a needy kiss and she felt her happy tears slide down her cheeks as he held her close. With each kiss and each touch from his hands, she felt each piece of her heart meld back together until it was whole and complete and full and she felt happier than she had felt in a very long time.
But then she pulled back slightly and he looked confused. ‘But what about your father?’ she asked.
‘Don’t worry about that,’ Draco said. ‘I’ll sort it out.’ He kissed her again and then pulled back again. ‘Do you still think Wizarding Marriages are archaic and misogynistic?’ he asked.
She looked at him in shock. What was he asking? ‘Of course they are,’ she said.
He smirked. ‘Perfect.’ Then he started kissing her again, his hands moving up her naked body. She had fallen asleep before she could even get dressed last night. He was wearing his sweatpants again, so he must have woken up at some point before she had come to.
‘How long have you been awake?’ she asked, as she moved to straddle his waist.
‘Only a couple hours,’ he said. ‘I wanted to talk to you last night, but you passed out before I could.’ He chuckled. ‘Don’t think I’ve ever shagged a witch into unconsciousness before.’
She smiled. ‘Well, I think it was from the lack of sleep,’ she said and then tipped her head to the side. ‘But, I could be wrong. We might need to do some research to test that hypothesis.’ She had slowly slid his trousers away as she said this.
‘A lot of research,’ he agreed. ‘We may even have to stay home from work this week to ensure we have a sufficient sample size.’ He had his lips on her neck and his fingers were sliding down her body to test her readiness, though she wasn’t sure why--she was always ready for him.
‘I concur,’ she said with a smirk as she slid herself down onto his magnificent cock, sighing at the feeling.
As if to apologise for the night before, today he seemed like he was on a mission to give her as many orgasms as possible, pressing all the right buttons and stroking and nipping all the parts of her body that he knew would send her over the edge, over and over again.
When he got to the point in the night when they had shagged each other enough that he could no longer stay hard enough to stay inside her, he threw her back on the bed and spent nearly an hour with his head between her legs making her come so many times that she lost count, each one blending into the next until she felt like she was just on a constant high.
They had tried to make some food at one point, but being naked and somehow still incredibly turned on, she had ended up on her back with her legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked her thoroughly on the kitchen table and she screamed out his name again just as the water began to boil for their pasta.
At about 5am, just after he had made love to her again, this time deliberately and tenderly in the bed, she sighed, ‘Well, Draco, I’m exhausted, but still conscious.’
Draco smirked, using his hands to make a pretend quill and parchment. ‘Day 1. Inconclusive results. Further testing required.’
Hermione laughed as he flopped down next to her in the bed, pulling her up against him and gently stroking her hair. After a few moments, he looked at her and sighed. ‘I just want you to know, Granger, that you are incredible and so brave for going through what you did.’
She felt tears well up in her eyes again. ‘So are you,’ she said, putting her hand on his cheek. ‘And this world, my world, is so much better with you in it.’ She thought she might have seen a sheen in his eyes before he buried his face into her neck. She stroked his hair and he held her back as they relaxed and fell asleep, wrapped in the warmth and happiness of each other.
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‘We could go for a walk,’ she said. ‘Just down the lane. It would do you some good to get outside, especially before it starts getting colder.’
He stared unseeing at the fire, not ignoring her, but not hearing her either. He was having one of his episodes, and though they were less frequent than they had been in the beginning, she still hated to see him like this.
‘Lucius, please,’ she said, tears starting to form in her eyes. He had blamed himself for everything that had happened to them during and after the war and when they had first been banished to this cottage, he became almost catatonic—much like he was at the moment. It was hard enough to bear that, but when Draco joined him a few months later, after having been left by that bint Astoria, she found it to be too much.
All three of them had lost hope and seeing the two of them sit there, day after day, unseeing and unmoving, made her slowly lose her will as well. She did what she could to at least keep them nourished enough to not fade away to nothing, but it was difficult for all of them. It was like that for almost two years before Draco suddenly stood up one day saying that he needed to leave—that he needed to get out of there.
He visited, but it became less and less frequent over the years, and she honestly couldn’t find the motivation in herself to attempt to contact him either. It got to the point that she was sure that the next visit that she would have would be from the Ministry, confirming that her son would never be returning.
But then one day, completely out of the blue, there was a strong knock at the door and there he was, looking better than he had looked in years. He was enthusiastic and hopeful again and his good mood seemed to penetrate the darkness that had settled over the cottage for the last five or six years. She started to feel more like herself when he was looking at her like there was still some good in the world, and when he talked to Lucius he actually got some response from his father.
She began socialising again with the friends that she hadn’t spoken to in years, and she was motivated to slowly help Lucius out of his hopelessness and despair. She had been making progress and there were a few days that she felt like he was almost back to his old self, but then there were days like this.
There was a knock on the door. A strong, sure knock and she knew exactly who it was. She opened the door and was surprised when it was not only Draco, but also a brown-haired witch standing next to him, looking quite nervous. ‘Hello, mother,’ Draco said with a smile, his hand around the witch’s waist as he herded her inside.
‘Draco,’ Narcissa said. ‘How wonderful to see you.’
He looked over at Lucius. ‘How is he?’ he asked.
She shook her head. ‘Not good,’ and he sighed.
He grabbed a chair and a poof and moved them over next to Lucius. He sat down on the poof and sat Miss Granger down in the chair. ‘Father,’ he said, looking at Lucius and putting a hand in front of his face. ‘Father, this is Hermione Granger. Do you recognise her?’ he asked. Lucius’s face, still looking into the fire seemed to twitch, but made no other response.
‘I’m in love with her,’ Draco said pointedly. Narcissa gasped. She knew that Draco had feelings for the witch but hadn’t realised that it was love. Lucius’s face twitched a bit more and he turned his head slightly, his eyes focusing a bit. ‘I want to be with her. Stay with her.’
This got a bit more of Lucius’s attention and he turned and focused on the pair—seeing their hands holding each other. Lucius choked out a bit. ‘A Muggle-born?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ Draco said.
‘Draco…’ Lucius started.
‘The Malfoy line will remain pure to the end,’ Draco said, and Lucius focused on him completely, his eyebrows raised. ‘We don’t plan on getting married or having children,’ he said. ‘So the line will end with me.’
‘Draco,’ Lucius said in an imploring voice.
‘Father,’ Draco said. ‘If it wasn’t for this witch, the line would already have ended. She saved me from that. You should be happy that I am still here.’
‘Draco,’ Lucius said again and Draco stopped and looked at him. Lucius put his hand over their joined hands. ‘You deserve to be happy.’ They all looked at him in astonishment. ‘I am the one that destroyed this family,’ Lucius continued. ‘And as much as I would prefer that the line continue with pure blood, I would rather that you, my son, are happy. You don’t deserve to pay for my mistakes.’
Narcissa had tears running down her cheeks. She knew that Lucius had blamed himself for everything that had happened to them, for getting involved with the Dark Lord in the first place, but she never knew that he had grown this much, and she loved him even more for it. Seeing the happiness on Draco’s face at having his father’s blessing and realising that it was Lucius’s way of forgiving himself made her incredibly pleased.
Her son was happy and in love, she was happy and content, and Lucius had no more episodes after that day.
The Malfoys finally had hope again.
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