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A Week in November	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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      Chapter Three

     "What happened?" I awoke and I climbed to my feet. Malfoy was holding smelling salts in his hand.
     "You fainted. Feeling better now, hmm?" he asked with genuine concern.
     "I--I don't know for sure. I had the strangest dream."
     "How strange?" he asked and he cocked his head and then raised an eyebrow as he stared at me intently.
     "It was nothing...I guess."
     "Strange yet...nothing? Alright. You don't want to tell me. That's alright, perhaps in time," he said in an almost methodical way. "Hermione, I have a confession to make."
     "Uh oh! With you that makes me worry," I chuckled nervously. Here it is, he's going to curse me and call me Mudblood. I knew it!
     "No, it's not like that. It's about Edmond."
     "What about my son?" My heart rate increased the moment he said my son's name. I was still so dreadfully worried.
     "I've been Edmond's Healer since his birth."
     "Really?" That caught me totally off guard. Not exactly what I expected as a confession. I thought more along the lines of, 'I've been having you on. I don't really care if you live or die Mudblood.'
     "So you've been to the cottage before? Probably many times even." Malfoy nodded. "Do I always inquire about your credentials?" I hoped I didn't. That was entirely rude.
     "Every time," he smiled.
     "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. You're a fine Healer. The way you diagnosed and then treated Edmond on the fly like that..."
     "It's my job, and besides, I care for him a great deal."
     "So, you're like our family Healer then?"
     "Yes, you could look at it that way if you wish."
     "Have you ever treated me?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted to hear the answer or not.
     "I have," he nodded. "I'm the one who treated you in hospital just after your accident."
     "Thank you. I wish I remembered," I said in truth.
     "Let's not get bogged down with details right now. Those will come later. Hermione, I've been asked to take your case. You'd be my patient. How do you feel about that?"
     "Healer Janet sick of me, huh?"
     "No, it's nothing of the sort. She's going to France to work on the front lines. You know, the war between the Wizards and the Vampires has become very heated in recent weeks, and our side has seen some tragic losses."
     "I see. Well, I don't know."
     "Think about it. I don't need an answer right now, but...soon. The sooner we start treatment the quicker you'll recover fully."
     "Fully?" I was surprised to hear that. "You think that I can make a full recovery?"
     "I do. With the right Healer," he said as an after thought.
     "And you're him, the right Healer I mean?"
     "I am," he laughed.
     "Not shy about your talents at all, are you?" I asked, rather cheekily now that I think about it.
     "I am rated as a top Healer, but that isn't why I feel hopeful in regards to your case. Hermione, I have some exercises that I'd like to try with you. I can't force you to work with me though. Ultimately the decision is yours. I do feel hopeful though."
     "Can I sleep on it?" I feigned a yawn. "Odd that Ron didn't come home. I'll just owl him before bed."
     "Certainly, and you should owl him right away. I need to prepare a treatment for Edmond anyway. If you do accept me as your Healer, we will start right away without delay. Tomorrow of course, it's late. You should get some rest. Sweet dreams, of me, Granger."
     "What did you say?" I spun on my heels to face him.
     "I said sweet dreams, Granger," he quipped, but I thought I caught a hint of a smirk behind those silvery orbs.

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     "I can't relax! Easy for you to say, you didn't get any incorrect answers on the last test," I paced the dorm room.
     "Bloody hell, you're wearing a hole in the rug," Draco complained as he propped his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. "You missed one problem, only one! You still got an Above Average so I don't know what you're bitching about."
     "I don't get questions wrong, don't you get it? I studied and studied. I studied more than you! It's not fair."
     "For fucksake Granger. Sit down already. I have an idea," the blond said and for whatever reason I did as he asked. I should have known better.
     "Let's see what the tea leaves say," he said cryptically and then he began to turn his cup on the saucer as he gazed into his Earl Grey. I leaned forward, interested. "Will Granger pass this test or will she fail miserably and be booted from Potions?" he asked.
     "This is all rubbish. None of it's real and you're having me on," I said and I stared at my fingernail, disinterestedly.
     "Merlin! Mhm, Mhm, well that's interesting," he said and I narrowed my eyes on him. Oh, that's really not good, not good at all," he continued.
     "What did you see?" I asked nervously. I couldn't help it. I was so worried about our upcoming test I could hardly think of anything else.
     "You really want to know?"
     "Yes! Just tell me already so that I can get back to studying."
     "If I tell you, will you stop fretting? It's driving me nutters being stuck in this room with a basket case."
     "Is it bad news then? Oh forget it you're having me on."
     "It's very good, but if you don't want to hear it," he said and he pushed the tea cup away. I don't know why I fell for it, perhaps it was because I wanted so badly to hear that I would do well on the test and needn't worry for naught.
     "Lay it on me."
     "Alright. It told me that I'm going to do something and then you aren't going to worry about the test for another second."
     "What are you going to do?" I leaned forward when he wagged his finger for me to come closer.
     "What is it, just tell me already. There's nobody else in the room it's not as if it's a big secret." Gullible. That's when I felt his cool hand slide along my neck where it rested at the base of my head. His head moved forward and tilted to the left a little and then I saw him close his eyes. I tried to move. I knew what was coming as my eyes went wide, but he only pushed me towards him and then I felt his lips brush against mine. Chills shot down my spine as his lips began to slide over mine like butter. It was warm and his kiss tasted of faint mint. Every hair on my head stood on end and I felt something stir deep within me. Gods, he's a great kisser, I thought to myself but then my better senses took over and my hand shot up and slapped his cheek. He let go and I pulled away, breathlessly. I immediately felt the deep blush, like fire on my cheeks and I turned away. "Why did you do that?" I accused.
     "Because I knew you wouldn't," he chuckled as he held a hand over his stinging cheek. "The kiss was almost worth the smack, but never do that again."
     "I can't believe you did that!"
     "You enjoyed it and you're not worrying about that test anymore. Are you?" he asked.
     "No, now I'm worrying about you molesting me whilst I sleep! That was a dirty trick, Malfoy."
     "One that you liked very much."
     "Did not," I said sounding like an immature child.
     "You did. Oh I don't expect you to admit it. The goody-goody in you prevents such an admonition of pleasure, that we both know you felt at kissing someone so experienced in the fine art of snogging, such as myself."
     "You're an arrogant prat. Goody-Goody am I? I've snogged lots of boys I'll have you know."
     "I don't believe you."
     "I don't care if you beleive me or not, it's the truth!"
     "Yeah? Prove it," he said.
     "I don't have to prove anything," I shot back.
     "As I said...Goody-Goody, Gryffindor Girl," he laughed but I was growing angry. Oh I knew that the whole conversation was entirely childish, but at that moment I wanted to shock him. For once I wanted to see his expression when it's Malfoy who is being schooled. Of course I fell right into his trap. He played me like a fiddle as I shoved him back in his chair and then boldly straddled him.
     "Goody-goody huh?" I said and I placed my hands on his shoulders and then kissed him. Hard on the mouth. I didn't stop there either, no, I made a complete arse of myself as I licked at his bottom lip, forcing him to open his mouth so that I could properly kiss him. A moan, deep and gutteral escaped his lips as our tongues briefly intertwined. We were full on snogging and what was worse was that my plan backfired on me. I was supposed to knock his socks off, make him eat his words. Instead what happened was his hands on my arse, groping and kneading my flesh as our tongues danced together. It was hot. I pushed off him and stood and then, feeling entirely flustered, I made for the loo where I slammed the door.
     "Granger, that was hot. I totally take back what I said. Fuck...that really was good," he said and when I heard him say that, my face relaxed and I smiled into the bathroom mirror. I was sure that he would mock me, insult me even, tell me that my kiss is crap or something evil, but he didn't. The best thing about it was that I wasn't worried about the test we had to take later that afternoon, not in the least!
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     I had a pep in my step when I awoke the next morning. I'm not sure how or why it was there, but I felt good as I applied my makeup and fixed my hair. It was still early so I was careful to keep quiet. I had set Malfoy up in the spare bedroom that was directly across the hall from Edmond's room and I didn't want to wake him. I had a feeling that he was up most the night. I heard him on more than one occasion, and I almost got up twice to check on Edmond but I knew that he was in good hands with Healer Malfoy.
     "Do that again Healer Draco," I heard coming from Edmond's bedroom, this followed by a fit of four year old giggles. The door was cracked and I peered through it.
     "Once more and then you have to eat your oatmeal," Draco Malfoy said and then I watched as the blond gave Edmond an airplane. I couldn't believe it myself, yet he did! Edmond's arms were outstretched and he was making humming noises with his mouth as he pretended to be an airplane. "And what sort of plane are you?" Draco asked.
     "A fast one dat drop bombs on bad guys," he said and then he said BOOM! I couldn't help but laugh where I stood.
     "Edmond, I'm not so sure that bombs are such a good thing, but so long as it's make believe I don't see anything wrong with it. Hmm, I have a feeling that your Mummy is close by. Is she in the doorway perhaps?"
     "Yesh," he said and he waved to me through the crack in the door. I waved back. "Hi Mummy! I feel lots better. Healer Draco make me all good again," Edmond said and when Draco set him down after his airplane ride he ran and threw open the door. I knelt and my son jumped into my arms. His hugs were always the best.
     "I see that. I'm sorry I didn't want to spoil your flight," I said and Draco winked at me.
     "He was just about to finish his oatmeal and then it's back to bed, right Edmond?" Draco said and my son, who was usually opposed to being in bed, nodded and began to eat his oatmeal with a spoon.
     "This is a remarkable turn around," I said and I meant it. It was so good to see Edmond back to his usual self.
     "It was the last treatment that I gave him. It did wonders. He's still going to feel a little weak and tired so you should keep him in bed as much as you can over the next couple of days, but after that he should be able to resume his routine without incident."
     "I don't know how to thank you. Truly, you're a miracle worker."
     "Anything for Edmond," he said, and he seemed to really mean it.
     "Edmond, your father got tied up at work, but he will be home later to tuck you in."
     "Okay Mummy. Won's not my fa'dher though," Edmond said and my jaw dropped.
     "Of course he is, why would you say such a thing?" I asked my little boy. Draco's eyebrow was arched and he was staring at Edmond as if trying to gauge the tike.
     "Is not, is not! He told me who my weal Daddy is," Edmond said and then he picked up a toy airplane and began waving it through pretend, sunny skies.
     "He, who?" Draco asked Edmond. "I didn't tell you such a thing."
     "It's a secret," Edmond replied cryptically.
     "Did Ron tell you this?" I asked. I was beginning to worry again and Malfoy must have sensed it because he laid a comforting hand on my shoulder, probably in case I fainted again.
     "No. I'm not 'asposed to talk about it."
     "Edmond, I want you to tell me right now who it was that told you that?" the blond commanded my son and to my complete shock, he answered him.
     "Please don't be mad at me," he began to cry. Draco walked over to the bed and picked him up. The way Edmond's head fell against his chest and then the way that Draco cradled him...something...and then it was gone. For a fleeting second some inevitable truth was revealed to me but then just as fast, it poofed away.
     "I'm not angry with you at all," Draco soothed. "I just want to know who you've been talking to."
     "Barnabus told me, but he told me not to tell anyone. You know,you know who it is..." Edmond said and he touched Draco's nose with the tip of his finger, pointing at him.
     "Uhh, we need to talk about this Barnabus. He wouldn't be your bat friend, would he?" the blond asked.
     "He was, until he had to weave."
     "Oh, and where did Barnabus go honey?" I asked.
     "Fwans, I think."
     "France," Draco uttered, deciphering te baby talk. At that he looked worried. "Right then, you must finish your breakfast sport and then you need to rest."

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     "Didn't you say there's a war in France?"
     "I did. Wizards and vampires are warring."
     "Please don't tell me that Edmond was bitten by an animagus?" I worried as the blond and I sat before the fire and conversed.
     "Animagus? Possibly, but not likely."
     "Oh my God Draco, I know what you're thinking. You think he was bitten by a vampire!"
     "Let's not jump to any conclusions, it's far too early for all of that. Besides, we need to get to your treatment. Edmond is fine." I heard his words, but they didn't seem to register, probably because I was in the midst of a full blown panic attack. I fell to my knees where on all fours I began to hyperventilate. "Hermione, you can't do this. Please slow your breathing down," he said but I couldn't and my rapid breaths only increased. The worry over the panic attack and the unsightly appearance of me on all fours heaving my lungs out only caused the panic attack to worsen. I looked like a complete and utter idiot!               "Please.....don't.....watch.....this....Malfoy," I managed to spit out."
     "I'm here, it's alright just take a deep breath and hold it," Malfoy said and then he was on his back on the floor staring up at me.
     "I......can't....," I grimaced and tears burst from my eyes.
     "Oh to hell with protocol," he said and then suddenly I was being flipped onto my back. "I know what calms you, but you have to trust me and do not hit me for doing this Hermione," he said and then his body was over me and his hands were in my hair as his lips crashed down over mine. It was a short kiss and when he broke it off I took one drowning gasp of air and then my libido took over. It was shameful what I did after that. I can barely speak of it. I kissed him back and it wasn't just a peck or any type of restrained snogging. No, I made a complete arse of myself as I pawed at his chest. He opened his mouth when my tongue swooped in and then his fervor took over. Back and forth it went this way. I kissed him, he kissed me, we snogged each other. Minutes rolled by, and I could not stop myself. I could feel his erection in his pants grinding into my tummy he was so turned on and I--I was wetter than a springtime, Seattle downpour!

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     "You should tell Ron," Draco said as we sat on opposite sides of the living room, he in the arm chair and me on the loveseat.
     "He'll likely throttle both me and you. Are you daft?"
     "I can't have you feeling guilty over what occurred. It will sideline your progress. You will tell him and he will respond. Let the chips fall where they may." Right at that moment I wished that I could have been so laissez-faire about our shared indiscretion, but I couldn't. I was worried.
     "He'll respond with a wand fight! I think you should go, he should be home soon."
     "No, I'm not going. You are under my care so I make the rules," Malfoy said and my jaw hung open. He was absolutely nutters! Ron was going to go ballistic.
And so we waited. Together.

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     "I see," Ron said as he stood in the middle of the living room with his arms folded. "Well, I don't see any harm in it. He was trying to help you 'Mione. It makes perfect sense," Ron said and my eyes bulged out of my head.
     "It does?"
     "Yes, it does. If snogging helps you get your memory back, or wards off a nasty panic attack then I think you should do more of it. A lot more of it actually. I'm perfectly fine with it."
     "Are you feeling okay?" I asked my husband.
     "Feel great. Oh, I almost forgot. The Ministry is sending me to Japan. Something about us acquiring this Ming dynasty vase."
     "Don't you mean China?" Draco piped up.
     "Yeah, China. Isn't that what I said? So ya' I'll be gone about a--" he gazed at Draco and then he suddenly remembered how long he'd be gone. He was acting weird, even for Ron! "--a week or so I think."
     "See Granger, I told you everything would be fine," Malfoy said, having the last word.

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     "Do you want to tell me about your dream now?" he asked. We were alone again and I flinched for a moment when I saw the blond's sleeves rolled up. His Dark mark was partially showing and it made me a tad uncomfortable. It was late into the evening and Edmond was tucked in for the night after his dinner and bath. Draco wanted to give him his bath so I let him. He was quite good with children and Edmond really took to him. It surprised me, because Edmond had never really cared for Ron, his father. He preferred being with me to Ron in fact. It was the strangest thing. I had decided that Edmond was just one of those boys who preferred the company of women to men and yet he literally soaked up as much playtime with Healer Draco that he could. More than that, I really liked him spending time with a man. I worried sometimes that he would become what the Muggles called a "mama's boy" for lack of a better term. Draco too seemed to enjoy it.
     "I--it was just a silly dream."
     "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked and he pointed to his arm, the one with Voldemort's brand on it.
     "A little," I admitted.
     "Hmm, alright. Hermione come here," he said and I hesitated.
     "Come on," he ordered again. "I'm not going to bite you, or do anything to you for that matter." It was a very casual setting, both of us lounging on the floor, our backs against the furniture and both with our shoes off. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He looked sexy, but I'm not supposed to notice that because I'm a married woman. But he did. He had one of those chests that were entirely too kissable. The type you want to lay your head on after sex. His chest hair was the perfect amount too. It wasn't too much nor was it too little. I subconciously licked my lips at the thought of twirling my finger in it. Draco smiled at me as if he were reading my thoughts. "I didn't want to get my shirt wet when I bathed Edmond so I put my sleeves up," he explained and I nodded as I reluctantly moved towards him. "Come on, we need to learn trust if we ever hope to help you, love."
     "Did you just call me love?"
     "Hmm, I think I did. Is that alright?" he asked.
     "I liked it," I admitted and then I began to blush.
     "It's just a term of endearment, and I'm fond of you. I want to help you. Come closer, please. I want you to sit here with your back resting against me, like this," he said and he pulled me between his legs, caging me almost. I could feel his breath on the top of my head and my heart began to race.
     "You feeling nervous Hermione?" he whispered and I felt his warm breath tickling my ear.
     "A little," I confessed. With his finger, he raised my chin, turning my head to the side where he dipped his head and kissed my lips tenderly.
     "Better?" It was uncanny how he squelched my nerves with a simple peck on the lips.
     "Ron doesn't like kissing me," I said. I don't know why I said it.
     "Ron's a fool." I felt his lips on my neck at that and I relaxed back against him.
     "I don't like kissing him. I just want to feel like a woman again. I want to have purpose in a marriage. Is that crazy?"
     "Perfectly natural, and normal Hermione."
     "Can we kiss again?" I shamelessly asked, but as crazy as it sounded, being in the blond's arms made me finally feel whole, if only for a short while. No words were spoken, he simply obliged my request with a satisfying kiss. My whole body was one big goosebump by the time we pulled out of the kiss.
     "The lack of physical contact is the source of your anxiety Hermione," he confided, and then with light fingertips he caressed my arms. Before I knew it, I was doing the same to him as we just talked. "Does it feel any different?" he asked and I was confused.
     "I'm sorry, you'll have to explain?"
     "You've been running your fingers over my arm, the one with the mark, for the past ten minutes."
     "Oh! No, it's just skin, soft like the rest of you. I was silly to think that it was anything but a tatoo that doesn't hold any meaning anymore," I said and then he took my arm and raised it to his lips. I stifled a moan when I felt his tongue lightly on my wrist and then I nearly creamed myself when he dropped kisses all the way up my arm. It was such a sensual act, I wanted him to feel what I felt. I kissed his fingers and then I kissed the palm of his hand. Somehow the notion that his hands were the hands of a Healer, someone who healed people only turned me on more. I was spurned on by the husky groan that escaped his lips when I performed this act. I had the confidence of the world when I kissed the inside of his wrist and then I kissed the mark. You know what, it isn't any different than the rest of him. I felt safe, caged in Draco's arms.
     "Why don't you want to talk about your dreams Hermione?" he went in for the kill. I felt secure and happy though, so the question didn't frighten me anymore.
     "Because..."
     "Why?"
     "Because I think they're real, so if I tell anyone about them and I think they're real, but they aren't real, then I'm mental and belong in St. Mungo's."
     "I see. I would never put you in St. Mungo's and I'm the only person who has the authority to do it, as your Healer of course. You're safe with me. You can trust me, but I can't help that which is unknown to me."
     "Alright. I dreamed about you actually. You and I were at this Potions school together. We were dorm mates and lab partners." He paused before answering me and my anxiety began to return. As if sensing this he kissed me again.
     "And were we mates at this Potions school?"
     "Not at first, but then we were. Maybe more than friends, I'm not sure."
     "Do you want to hear the answer as to whether or not your dream which you think is real...is or not?" I was so scared of his answer. If they were just dreams and not memories then I was batshit, bonkers, looney tunes, mental.

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Thanks for reading, let me know if you want. I love reading reviews. I've never written a story where Hermione is this broken, so it's new for me. I'm not sure if I like it to be honest ;)Yet anyway...I had several different plots rolling around in my head, but this felt like the hardest story to tell, so naturally I chose this one, as who doesn't like a challenge? It may not be for everyone. I have another idea for a Dramione that is lighter and more of a romantic comedy, along the lines of one of my previous stories, an alternate 7th year RomCom fantasy, that was called The Ravenclaw Affair. I might start on that one too. There are a few twists and turns to come in this story, so I hope you will stay with it, but if you don't that is alright too. Thanks again :)
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