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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20404 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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***BETA EDITED 20TH JUNE 2018***
Ola dear readers!
There seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding when I posted my previous chapter. I offered to send previews to people who reviewed, however it was brought to my attention that such an offer violated the Terms of Service of AFF, and for that I wish to apologize to AFF and you guys.
So just to make things clear for everyone who comes across my fic:
1. Regardless of the amount of reviews I receive, all chapters are posted as quickly as possible. And I do aim to finish this fic but at this time cannot give a deadline.
2. Delays in posting are not due to my receiving reviews or not...life just sometimes gets in the way!
3. I in no way require a certain amount of reviews before posting another chapter.
I admit that I truly enjoy reviews and they do help motivate me to write at the end of any long work day but I want to make it quite clear that there is no obligation, I'm happy enough that you've taken the time to read my fic so far.

Thank you again for reading and on with the fic :)
Kit
Chapter 22: Awoken

When they arrived at the Gryffindor common room Ginny disappeared off with Harry, and a couple of minutes later Lavender not-so-subtly followed Ron to his own dorm, leaving Hermione alone in the common room. Instead of sitting there alone she went off to bed, but upon laying down to rest, sleep eluded her. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, going over the evening’s events and wishing she had accepted Draco’s tempting invitation.
To hell with this, She finally decided, slipping on some shoes and heading down to the Slytherin dungeons. Mindful of getting caught out of bed at this late hour, she stuck to the walls and hurried towards Draco’s room. Once she reached his door, she transfigured her long-sleeved pyjamas into a silk cream-colored bathrobe and whispered, ‘Les Nouveaux Débuts’.
Upon entering, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark room. Once she could make out his sleeping form, she approached the bed. The regular sound of his breathing told her that his slumber was deep. When she reached his bedside, careful not to wake him up, she gently climbed on the bed and bent her knees to straddle his waist. Leaning over him, she kissed his neck from his ear down to his shoulder. He moaned softly, but showed no signs of waking up. The petite brunette smiled to herself deciding to test just how deep his sleep actually was.
Her lips continued tracing a line down from his shoulder laying soft open-mouthed kisses on his warm skin. To better explore her man’s body, the Gryffindor inched her way down and slowly dragged the sheet away from his tantalizing body. She was greeted with the pleasant surprise of the Malfoy heir sleeping in the nude. That will make things easier, she mused. She could just make out his body in the moonlight; he was slender, but years of quidditch – and more recently his job at Hogwarts and the Ministry – had done wonders for his form. The sight of him reminded Hermione of a statue of Adonis she had seen in a museum. He was a gorgeous specimen of a man, and she couldn’t help but let her fingers wander over his smooth skin, smiling to herself as they made their way down his happy trail.
At the end of her digits’ exploration, they found him already partially erect, and Hermione grinned once more, wondering what kind of dream he was having. She stroked the velvety smooth length with just her fingertips, glancing up at him when she thought she felt him stir. Seeing he was still fast asleep, she carefully slid down his body. Bracing her hands on either side of his hips, she took his shaft in her mouth in one smooth motion. She looked back up at Draco just in time to see his eyes pop open. In a heartbeat, his initial surprise melted into pleasure, and his features twisted into a naughty grin.
“Hermione.” Draco shut his eyes once again revelling in pleasure as he reached down threading his fingers through her thick mane. The sound of his voice turned her on, triggering an immediate reaction in her nether regions. Hermione circled her fingers around the base of his long shaft and started pumping in motion with her mouth. Draco clenched his abdominal muscles under the wondrous touch of his favourite witch, “Merlin, Hermione that’s so good.” He hissed.
Enjoying the effect she was having on him, Hermione continued her ministrations gaining momentum with each and every moan and hum. Her confidence flaring, she boldly let her hand leave the silky smooth steel of his shaft to continue exploring his body. She gently played with his balls, and by the encouraging sounds he was making she knew she was on the right track. With every flick of her tongue, she could feel him coming closer and closer to climax. After just a couple of minutes Draco firmly took hold of her shoulders and held her still. He was out of breath when he spoke. “I can’t…hold much longer…”
Hermione stared up at him, lustfully biting down on her bottom lip. Draco’s hand went to her cheek, letting his thumb rub against her lower lip. He positively growled her name and in one swift motion his hands were on her waist flipping her back onto the bed. Draco fell heavily onto her with a deep groan as his lips locked with hers passionately. The swift movement caused her bathrobe to fall open, and it was only then that he felt that she was wearing nothing underneath. His eyes turned dark with lust as he looked down at her hungrily. Draco slid the bathrobe off and covered Hermione’s body in open-mouthed kisses. Waves of goose bumps washed over her each time the tip of his tongue touched her skin. Every touch brought her body to a new level of sensitivity. When his mouth finally met her core she was already soaking wet. He kissed her, teasing her slit with his tongue ever so slowly. Unable to bear such teasing and oh so very eager for more, Hermione bucked into him. He was more than happy to oblige. He lapped at her folds eagerly, and let his tongue work her clit while he inserted a finger inside her heat. Hermione cried out as she let a whirlwind of passion take over. Draco curved his finger in just the right way, and before long Hermione’s muscles were clenching uncontrollably. She felt wave after wave take over her as she cried out his name into the silence of the night. Draco relentlessly continued his ministrations until she came not once, but twice. She was left grasping the sheets around her for dear life as she panted from the most explosive orgasms she felt she’d ever experienced.
Once she was able to breathe again, the trembling witch beckoned Draco to her; and on cue, he climbed back up to lock lips with hers once more. She could taste herself on his tongue, and if possible, she felt even more turned on. Hermione unceremoniously took hold of his cock and guided him into her. Draco didn’t spare a second and sheathed himself inside her. He shuddered upon entry, and Hermione breathed his name once more. She swiftly hooked her legs around his hips before he started slamming into her. As she cried out, Draco pounded into her again and again. Hermione revelled in the sensation of her man losing all control, plundering into her, making her feel whole.
With each and every attentive touch, Draco showed his skill as a lover. But this – when he lost all control – was what Hermione loved the most. His rhythm became more erratic, a tell-tale sign that he was close. Hermione bucked up to meet each thrust, and finally he came. Hard. Draco stared down at Hermione lovingly as she brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. He bent down to capture her lips in his and by the way his arms were trembling she could tell that he was spent.
When he let himself fall on top of her it practically winded her, which made them both burst out in a fit of giggles. That was what she loved about sex with Draco. Even though their physical relationship was still quite new, it felt so natural and easy to the both of them, as if it were meant to be. That thought almost scared Hermione. Draco slid out of her delicately and let himself fall on his back, his arm finding its way around her. He held her tight, their legs still entwined together, and sighed into her hair.
Draco Malfoy, a cuddler. Who would’ve thought? Hermione contemplated. Holding her close, he kissed her forehead and caressed the delicate skin on her shoulder. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
Well that was out of the blue. “What?” Hermione tilted her head up to give him a funny look.
“Tell me a secret.” he repeated, now with a bright smile.
“Why?” she asked sleepily.
“What can I say, we Slytherins like secrets.” Hermione playfully swatted his chest. He pretended to wince in pain before continuing, “I guess I want to know you better.” He played with her hair while Hermione scanned through any secrets she was prepared to tell him. Before long, a thought came to the forefront of her mind.
“Well, often when I’m in the library, I’m not studying.”
Draco raised an eyebrow inquiringly and spoke in a feigned scandalized tone, “Miss Brightest Witch of our Age isn’t studying as much as she lets everyone believe? I’m shocked!”
“Quit playing!” another swat. “I’m writing. Letters.”
“To whom?”
“My parents.” His gaze went from playful to serious instantaneously. He propped himself up on his elbow, inching closer to her. She took this as encouragement to continue. “I never actually send them of course, as they don’t know who I am anymore. But I miss them. I used to write to them quite often, and I find that it helps me cope to keep doing so. Some part of me keeps hoping that one day I’ll be able to give them the letters. I know it’s wishful thinking. But still, it makes me feel better on most days.”
Draco didn’t know what to say. For the first time, he was being given an inside view of what Hermione must have gone through, and he was at a loss for words. After a couple of minutes of silence, curiosity got the better of him so he had to ask, “Did you mention anything about me?”
“Ha!” Hermione guffawed, “They know all about you. I mean, I’m sorry, they know about the old you. But I may have written a couple more recent things about you and I.”
Draco pondered his next question for a bit before asking, “Was it maybe a tad insensitive for me to want to introduce you to my parents so soon?”
“No, no, absolutely not. I think it’s perfectly normal. Of course there’s some apprehension there, but I’m pretty sure in a situation like ours that is quite normal.”
“You have nothing to be afraid of. My father has changed so much, and Mother always keeps polite in public, respecting the pureblood ways and so on. Would you like to tell me about your parents?” Draco was happy to switch the conversation back to Hermione’s family. He wasn’t comfortable talking about his mother, especially since she had been acting strangely in the past couple of months.
“Um, sure. What would you like to know?” Hermione yawned. She was starting to feel tired.
“I don’t know, what were they like?”
And so she told him all about them. She didn’t mean to, but once she started talking she just couldn’t stop. She explained their jobs to him, how the were both dentists and worked together. How she took after her father when it came to books and learning, and how she and her mother looked alike; the resemblance was purely physical as she was quite different from her mother. The woman enjoyed manual work, being the parent who was always changing a light bulb or fixing the washing machine when Hermione was growing up. She told him about all the holidays they had spent together, and how the whole family loved to travel. From a very young age they included her in their conversations, encouraging her to forge an opinion on many matters not only those that kids usually talked about with their parents. She chuckled remembering the first time she asked to stay at the Weasleys for the last two weeks of summer. Upon finding out how many boys lived there, her father had panicked and tried to give her the sex talk. Finally, her mother had relieved him from said duty, and both women ended up reassuring him that the Weasley boys treated her like a sister.
By the end of Hermione’s narrative, it was all Draco could do to stare at her in silence, watching as her whole face lit up from the memories of her family’s shared time together. Unfortunately, sorrow crept back into her features and she averted her gaze, “I did what I had to in the end, you know, to keep them safe.” Draco knew this was true. Several Death Eaters, including his fanatical aunt, had an unhealthy obsession with her, and he knew even at the time that the Grangers were likely to be a target.
“I stopped looking into ways to reverse the spell after my botched attempt last summer. I don’t think I could take another failure. I truly miss them, but they’re probably better off like this.”
“Do you truly think so?” Draco questioned.
Hermione began to cry. As much as it broke his heart to see her in tears, Draco took her opening up to him as a rather good sign that she trusted him. He held her close as she cried softly against his neck. He whispered soothing things in her ear, his hand rubbing her back. Draco felt sad for his girlfriend, but at the same time he couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of admiration he held for her. He told her how amazing and strong she was, and that she would remain in her parents’ hearts forever.
Deep down she knew he was right, but hearing him say those words helped to acknowledge it. His sweet voice and tender touch were starting to lull her to sleep.
“And there’s also the Weasleys.” he continued. “I’ve seen how Mrs. Weasley is with you. It’s as if you’re her own child. And Harry’s practically a brother to you. They all love you so much.” After a pause to gather his courage, he added in a whisper, “As do I.”
Silence.
“Hermione.” Draco prodded.
“Mmm?” Hermione had started to drift off. About to fall asleep, she cuddled closer in the nook of Draco’s arm as she ran her fingers over his chest.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Her eyes sprang open. All of a sudden she wasn’t tired anymore, and her heart was beating so loudly she was afraid Draco might notice. She fumbled around clumsily shifting her weight onto her elbow, and looked down at him. Ever the cool Slytherin, he distractedly played with her hair, a reassuring smile on his face. He seemed cool, calm and collected while Hermione was a mess searching for her own words.
“I…you…we…”
“Calm down, Hermione. You don’t have to say a thing.” He pulled her closer to him and planted a kiss on her lips. Although Hermione felt closer to him than ever, she hadn’t yet put such words to her feelings and was speechless at his declaration. After her initial surprise however, she started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. She cuddled back down next to him, and shortly after they both fell asleep with a smile on their faces.
The next morning they were awoken by a faint rapping noise coming from the window above them. They both looked up and saw a huge black and brown owl holding a letter. Draco disgruntledly got up and opened the window. He took the letter and the owl flew off.
“I wrote to my parents last night when we got back, just to let them know about my extra invitations to the ball.” He explained.
“Oh, well that was quick.” Hermione offered.
“My father likes keeping in touch now and he always replies quite quickly.”
“Well, what did he write?” Hermione’s curiosity as always got the best of her.
He opened the letter in front of her. After a minute or so – possibly checking if said letter could be shared with his new girlfriend – he read aloud, “Dearest Draco, Your mother and I are very happy to hear from you. Life at the Manor is quite busy these days with the ball only two weeks away and I daresay your mother truly overdid herself this time. Your friends will be receiving their invitations by tomorrow. I’m happy to hear about Miss Granger and I am proud to say I did have a feeling she might be the object of your affection. If she accepts, we would be most happy to meet with the both of you next Sunday at the Black Diner in Hogsmeade. Would eleven be a good time for you? Love, Your Father.”
“Ha, he’s happy to hear about me?” Hermione couldn’t help it. Old habits…
“You’d be surprised!” Draco retorted. “A while back he hinted at my relationship with you, but since things were very recent, I tried to play it down as to not fuel any suspicions he might have.”
“It would seem that your father knows you better than you think.” Hermione mused. “How about your mother?”
“Well to be honest, she has been acting quite odd. I suppose it’s because I’m an only child, and the fact that I’m basically an adult is tough on her.”
“I can imagine.” Hermione trailed off, deep in thought.
“We don’t have to do this, Hermione.” Draco sat back down next to her, setting the letter on the nightstand.
“No, no,” she replied dismissively, “I get it, I just can’t stop thinking of my own parents, and it’s getting the best of me, I suppose.”
“I can imagine.” Draco answered, feeling utterly useless and wishing he could come up with something more supportive. He opted for the silent approach and leaned back on the headrest, pulling her to him with his arm wrapped around her. That seemed to do the trick, and while Hermione basked in the comfort of his warm embrace, Draco’s mind was spinning up a storm trying to find a way to help his girlfriend.
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