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Five Days In November	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Epilogue
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November 2, 1998

Hermione awoke early on a chilly Friday morning. Jesus didn’t work in the potions lab on Friday, so her day was free. She pointed her wand at the small fireplace in her bedroom and started a fire. After a year of living with Ron and Harry, Hermione now loved to sleep naked. She stretched under the warm covers, then padded off to the bathroom to pee and shower. A local witch had sold her a special shampoo for her type of hair. Apparently, frizzy, thick hair was common in this region. The shampoo smelled of pine and citrus. It was a rich and uplifting smell. It helped to soften and define her curls.

She looked down at her body as she showered. Her body was filling out. She had gained back any weight she had lost while on the run the previous year and had gained another 20 pounds on top of that. She thought she might want to go easy on the extra goodies she had been enjoying, but she felt more like herself than she had in months. Maybe her body was meant to look like it currently did. Her breasts were full, she had a round butt and her thighs touched. She looked like a woman, no longer like a scared, skinny teen. It was a relief to look in the mirror and see a better version of herself, one she liked more and more every day. After her shower, she spent time combing through her locks. She used a thick, hydrating lotion on her legs, her butt, her tummy, her breasts and her arms to combat the dry mountain air. She moisturized her face, then brushed on powder, blush, a touch of mascara, and a bit of pink lip-gloss.

She dressed in a soft green wool sweater and jeans. She wore brown leather boots. Her clothing was practical, but the quality of the fabric was luxurious. She had splurged on a few items she wore often.

She decided to read at Coffee High, the town café, and get breakfast there. Coffee High made incredible baked goods and strong espresso. She enjoyed the early morning bustle of the café and smell of bread baking and coffee brewing. The café had a roaring fire on these cold mornings. The walk from her casita to Coffee High took fifteen minutes. She walked in, ordered a muffin and coffee and sat down to read.

Hermione had been reading for an hour when the bells above the café door jingled announcing another customer. She briefly looked up with a friendly smile on her face. She could not believe what she was seeing. Draco Malfoy had just walked into the café. He saw her and did his own double take. He gave her a shy smile and walked to the counter to order. After he got his cinnamon roll and coffee, he approached Hermione.

“May I join you?” he asked.

“Of course! What are you doing in Truchas?” she wondered.

“I reckon the same as you, Granger. Trying to get some perspective.”

“This is a great place for that. This place forces you to think about your life and choices. It’s been good for me to be here,” she confided.

“I can see that. You were always beautiful but you look radiant.” He looked down at his coffee and dipped a chunk of his cinnamon roll in the hot liquid.

Hermione didn’t know what to say to that. This man had spent years looking down at her and insulting her publicly. When she looked at him, Hermione knew he was sincere. His face had lost that arrogant, facetious quality.

“Are you staying here?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I’m renting a little house a few minutes from here in the Garcia compound. I don’t know how long I’ll be here,” he replied.

“That’s where I live! I can take you over after we leave the café,” she told him.

“That would be great. What do you do with yourself here in Truchas?” Draco asked.

“Well, I have an informal apprenticeship with Jesus Machado, the potion’s master. But that’s only a couple of times a week. I read a lot, hike, cook.” Hermione took the final sip of her coffee.

“Can I get you another cup?” Draco asked.

“Oh, yeah, thank you, Malfoy.”

Draco placed her cup in front of her. She smells brilliant, he thought to himself. Draco sat back down and took a sip of his drink.

“So, I started off my travels in California. I met a masseuse who told me about the healing plants and elements in this area of the country and I had the strangest feeling that I needed to come here. So that night I packed my bags and got a portkey here the next morning. And here I am.”

Hermione generally ignored people’s premonitions, visions and dreams, but she had learned to trust her gut. Her gut told her Malfoy was right, he would get what he needed in this little village high in the mountains.

Hermione and Draco walked back to the casitas. Hermione pointed out what she knew of the village. Draco listened to her and enjoyed the beautiful scenery: the mountain peaks in the distance, the pine trees and native shrubbery. Draco loved the smell of the dry air. It left him breathless, but he was able to keep up with Hermione. Hermione stopped and offered him some water from her bag.

“The altitude can tire you out and it’s easy to become dehydrated,” she explained.

“Oh, yeah, I can feel that. Thought maybe I was more out of shape than I am,” he said after he had taken a long swig of the water.

Hermione took a drink after Draco. He was surprised she’d share her personal bottle with him, but he liked that sense of familiarity.

Hermione led Draco to his casita, which was very similar to her own.

“I’ll let you settle in, Malfoy. I’m in the casita with the turquoise door.” His door was a dark red.

He gave a lock of her hair a tug, “Thanks for the enjoyable morning. I’ll see you soon?”

“You can come over later for dinner if you’d like,” she said. He looks like he could use a good meal, she thought to herself.

“That would be really nice.” Draco was thrilled that she seemed to want to spend more time with him.

Hermione let herself out, considering what she could make for dinner.

Around dusk, Draco knocked on Hermione’s door. He could smell onion and garlic sautéing.

“Come in, Malfoy!” she called out. Draco let himself into her casita. He had run back into town to find something to bring to dinner. He found a lovely chocolate cake infused with a bit of spicy red chile, a local crop. He had a sample of the cake at the store and loved it. The spice made him feel alive, while the chocolate was a known favorite to his palate.

“I brought dessert. I hope that’s okay?” he asked.

“That’s great, actually. I had a carton of ice cream, but this cake looks even better.” Hermione laughed to herself. Entertaining Draco Malfoy on a Friday night was the last way she had anticipated spending her evening, but she was oddly excited to get to know him. He seemed to want to get to know her, too. Hermione knew the war had been very hard on him. She felt in her heart that she was doing the right thing in welcoming him into her life.

“I’m making us steaks and baked potatoes. I like to sauté veggies and add them to the top of the potato.” Hermione knew Draco had grown up eating gourmet food at most meals and didn’t know if he’d like the simple, but hearty, fare she favored.

“Granger, this is the best thing I’ve smelled in years. I can’t wait to eat.”

Hermione smiled at him, “Thanks. Grab a drink and make yourself at home.”

Draco poured himself some wine and looked around her casita. It looked a lot like his casita, but she had brought books and pictures with her. She had a painting of a mountain landscape sitting above the fireplace. He looked at it and saw the initials “H.G” written at the bottom right corner.

“Did you paint this?” he asked Hermione. He honestly thought it was really good.

“I have lots of time here to indulge my interests and I’ve always enjoyed drawing and painting...” She sounded a bit embarrassed.

“I think it’s very compelling. You used such dark colors, but it doesn’t feel sad, just very intense.”

“I painted it at twilight. I love the quality of the light at that time of day. I’m not sure what I was feeling, but I often paint to try to express my feelings in some other way. I was kind of a mess when I got here, but glad to be away from all the unhappiness back home.”

Draco thought about that. He knew Hermione had suffered during the war. He had witnessed her courage as she was tortured in his family’s home. She looked so whole and healthy, but he knew she was trying to get over the war.

Hermione served their food. Draco was starving.

“I hope it’s okay,” she said to him.

Draco took a bite of the steak. He could have cried. It was seasoned and cooked to perfection.

“So good,” he said around a mouth full of food.

She laughed, “I’m glad you approve.”

After a few bites, Draco began to feel more like a man and less like a starved dog. He took a drink of the wine.

“Can I call you Hermione? I feel weird calling you Granger. Hermione seems friendlier and I’d like to offer you my friendship, if you’ll have it.”

She smiled at him, “Yes, Draco, please call me Hermione. I have a feeling that away from the expectations of the wizarding world we grew up in, we can be friends with whomever we want. I admit that I was shocked to see you this morning, but I was excited to see you, too. You seem different and I want to get to know you.”

“I know I’ve been awful to you and I’m sorry. You represent the best of our people and I’ve treated you badly. I know you don’t know this, but I’ve always admired you.” Draco gave her a sincere smile as he finished his potato. He hadn’t enjoyed food in so long, but he could imagine eating Hermione’s cooking every day.

“How so?” she asked him. She smirked at him. Hermione wanted to get a small rise out of Draco.

He smirked back at her, “Well, Hermione, you weren’t the top of our class for nothing. You also were kind to the house elves, which I thought was silly back then, but now I know why you wanted them to have their freedom.” He took another drink of wine.

“Do you want some coffee with the cake?” she asked.

“Please.” Draco cleared his throat, “And even though we teased you mercilessly, I did always find you beautiful. You have self-confidence born out of competence and knowing your own mind.” Draco looked at Hermione and saw that she was staring down at the counter, unmoving. After a moment, she turned and looked at him.

“Thank you, Draco. Those are the nicest words someone has said to me in months. It means a lot that it’s you saying these things to me. It’s been hard the past year and I feel that I’m trying to gain my footing. I’ve been taking care of myself, trying to figure out what I need to do to move forward, but I’m still not sure.” She cut two pieces of cake and put them on small plates. She grabbed the forks and handed them to Draco.

“Would you mind if we ate in front of the fire?” he asked her.

“No, that’s what I was thinking, too. Would you take the cake over and I’ll bring the coffee? How do you take it?” She poured the dark brew into two mugs.

He took the cake to the coffee table. “Cream and four sugars, please.” Hermione laughed.

“Four sugars it is. I take cream and one sugar, for future reference.” Hermione studied Draco. He was not a traditionally handsome man, but she did find this new Draco attractive. Although he was still very thin, he had let his hair grow out a bit and wore it in a tousled style that suited his face. She thought his hair looked a bit darker than it had earlier in his youth, less platinum and more ash blonde now. His eyes were big and grey, with long lashes. His nose and chin were too pointy to be considered handsome, but Hermione thought that if he gained some weight, his face would look less angular. His skin was clear and his face was clean-shaven. She liked that he was taller than her. He had large hands. His fingers were tapered and the nails were smooth. He smelled good, too, like ylang ylang and male musk.

Hermione took the coffee to the small table in front of the fire and sat down on the couch. She picked up a plate of cake and smelled it. She could smell the spice of the red chile. She took a small bite. Draco watched her. He hoped she liked it. She closed her eyes and moaned. Draco’s eyes widened slightly.

“That is delicious, Draco! Have you had any? It’s got this great spice to it. It’s wonderful with the chocolate.”

Draco was relieved that she liked the cake. “Yeah, I had a bite at the store. I thought adding the chile to the chocolate cake was brilliant.” He had been looking forward to this cake since he purchased it. He took a big bite and chewed appreciatively. He took a sip of the aromatic coffee. Is she good at everything? Draco thought to himself.

They chatted about the town and Draco asked questions about the surrounding mountains. Finally, Hermione stifled a yawn, which Draco noticed.

“It’s almost midnight! I didn’t notice the time. Can I help you clean up?” Draco wanted the night to go on, but he didn’t want to test his new friendship with Hermione.

“It is late,” Hermione accioed her wand and cast a quick cleaning spell in the kitchen.

“I’m not sure what I’m doing tomorrow, but do you fancy coming over in the morning for more coffee and cake?”

Draco grinned, “Those are excellent breakfast plans, Miss Granger. Is 8:00 too early?”

“I wake early, so 8:00 is perfect.” Hermione stood and stretched her hands above her head. Draco enjoyed the view of her breasts pushing against her soft sweater. He got up and stood in front of her.

“This was honestly one of the best evenings I’ve had in forever.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. Hermione closed her eyes, her cheeks pinking after the light kiss.

Draco walked over to the door, turned to Hermione and waved. He shut the door and walked back to his cozy abode.
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