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Unforgivable	By : Elena009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: WARNING: Mild language. I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the rights and I do not make any money off writting this fanfic.

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A/N HA! so here is the next chapter everyone! I am quite proud of myself that I have been able to make it this far and not give up on the story because I got bored! *does a happy dance* Anyways, I have had so many thoughts going through my head of just how exactly I wanted things to go, needless to say that they did not go in the direction I had originally intended, BUT I think it turned out awesome this way anyways.

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Chapter 4

Hermione was startled to find that it was 10 in the morning and the sun was shining through the sliver in the curtains, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she looked around the room, pondering. Her thoughts drifted back to her dream and she shuddered. ‘What the hell was that about?!’ Frustrated by the dream she threw the covers off her, looking at the clock beside the bed. 10:20 am. Shit. She quickly showered, dressed and tried to tame her unruly hair to no avail. Guess it was time to face the music. At quarter to 12 o’clock Hermione left the manor, hurrying down to the apparition point she left the manor and England behind.

While Harry and Hermione were off in search of horocrux’s they had found this quaint little Irish bar in Ireland and it was there that Hermione was headed. The bar was a few minutes away from the apparition point so she had to walk fast to be on time and when she got there she smiled. McLeary’s was old fashioned and wearing down, grinning she entered and sat at the bar.

The owner Denis was rinsing out a glass and gave Hermione a wicked smirk as she sat down. “I remember you,” He said with a thick Irish accent. “You and that black haired boy, what was his name…? Harold? Henry?”

“Harry,” Hermione replied laughing at his obvious disdain for the name.

McLeary held up a finger to her, “Hey boy! Yeah you with the blonde hair,” He said to a younger male in his early 20s, the man looked at the man behind the bar, pointing to himself, “Yeah you, pull up yours pants!” He yelled.

The young man’s friends laughed and the man grumbled, pulling up said jeans.

Hermione was laughing when she looked back at the owner, “A rum and coke please.”

McLeary nodded and got to work, “Hey Carl, turn up the Stones.”

Hermione nearly jumped out of her seat when a voice called her name behind her, “Harry!” She exclaimed, holding her hand over her frantic heart. The two friends embraced before sitting down. Harry ordered the on tap beer and the two starting talking.

“He’s all out of sorts you know. He won’t stop apologizing to me, like I’m the one he cheated on. It’s quite annoying to be frank about it.” Harry looked exhausted. She imagined Ron had kept him up all night and with a newborn at home that must at been terribly difficult. “What happened Hermione?”

Hermione ran a hand through her hair, took a chug of her drink and looked at her best friend. “I don’t know where to start,” she mumbled. “We’ve been drifting apart for years, only about 6 months ago Ron got addicted to this online game and became moody, even more distant and always very defensive. I should have sensed something then, but seeing the best in people that I always do, I never noticed more than that. So the other day I went shopping and I saw him kiss this woman. I packed most of my stuff and called Narcissa who’s taken me in, HARRY!” Hermione glared at her friends look when she mentioned the Malfoy woman.

“I can’t help it Hermione, you know I can’t stand that family!” He said looking ashamed for his ignorance.

“You know that Narcissa has been a long time family friend and you’re the ONLY person who knows that. I grew UP with Malfoy, how do you think that makes me feel? I couldn’t very well turn to you and sleep on your couch knowing full well that Ron would go there first. I have no one else.”

Harry mumbled an apology and ordered them both another round as Hermione continued her story. His face went through many emotions as she told him her tale and when she was finished he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Well I hope when that Malfoy git returns, he doesn’t treat you like he did in school.”

Hermione fake glared at her friend before laughing, she knew he was just trying to cheer her up, “So what’s the plan now then? What are you going to do?” He asked.

Hermione thought for a moment before answering, “I’m not sure really. I guess I will stay at Malfoy manor until I can make enough money from work to buy my own house. I’m almost there, just another 5k and I can put the deposit down on this gorgeous house. After that, I’m really not sure. Try to move on I suppose.”

Harry nodded, it was good to have dreams. The two sat in silence for awhile, sipping their drinks. “I’m going to kill the bastard” Harry said gently. She knew he was talking about Ron and her lips lifted slightly.

“Thank you Harry, for being here.” She said, nudging him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm.. oh yeah. No worries Herm. You know I’m only an owl away.” He turned to smile at his friend.

“Put it on my lap, baby, I make you feel right, baby, Can't promise tomorrow, But I'll promise tonight,” was suddenly heard over the Rolling Stones in the background, and Hermione pulled out her cell phone. “Hello? Yeah, huh I thought we got those already. Well can’t one of the elves go out and…. Yeah, yeah. Ok, all right I’ll see if I can find one of those ‘muggle’ glass ball thingys.” With that she hit end call and shook her head, laughing at Narcissa’s antics. Putting the correct change on the counter she stood. “Want to come shopping with me? I need to find a disco ball. You’d think with all the help that Narcissa has she would have planned this a little better. I guess it was a last minute decision.”

Harry laughed at that. Narcissa wanting a piece of muggle party equipment was preposterous. Harry paid for his drinks and the two friends left the bar talking and laughing with each other shoving each other playfully. They went to a couple of different stores around Ireland not really thinking they would find something like that, so they apparated to downtown London to look in a few party supply shops and finally found one that rotated and changed colours to the beat of the music. Hermione thought that was a nice touch.

Harry and Hermione stopped for a late lunch before heading to their respective homes. Harry back to his girlfriend and newborn son and Hermione off to the Malfoy Manor.

She delivered the disco ball to Narcissa who was ecstatic about the muggle item. It was hung by magic in the grand ball room. From the looks of the room, Hermione wasn’t sure if this was a fundraiser or a royal ball, Cissa had gone all out for this party. She guessed it was a good thing, Narcissa never really had much like this to do before and it was interesting to see her finally be able to show her excitement towards simple things. With the Dark Lord or Lucious Malfoy both alive, the Malfoy Manor had been a very bleak place.

Hermione helped Narcissa with the decorations a bit before she excused herself her get ready. She knew she would need a couple hours to get ready as she had to somehow tame her damned hair into place! She retired to her room and gathered her clothes from the closet, laying them out on the bed, grinning. Draco should be arriving soon and would be attending the fundraiser she knew and could not wait for him to see just how much she had grown up. ‘Hermione what the hell are you thinking!! Malfoy doesn’t, shouldn’t and WILL not matter to you ever. Nor does he have any sort of inkling of feelings for you. That ended a long time ago!’ She chastised herself for thinking something so completely bazaar even for Hermione Granger.

She started her party prep by jumping in the shower, using a new body wash she had gotten the other day while she was shopping. Smelling the gel as she lathered her body made her blush as lurid thoughts danced in her mind. Her hand slipped and the loofa dropped to the shower floor. She bent to retrieve it, only to have her hand brush against her nipple. The sensation was overwhelming and made her shiver. Deciding it was a pleasant feeling she tried it again and was happy to see her nipple grow larger and more prominent. She took her breast into her hand and squeezed to her delight. She definitely liked this body wash. Hermione had never masturbated before as she had always had Ron who usually satisfied her, mostly, so this was a completely new experience for her and it left her wanting more.

Her hands traveled her body, exploring herself, letting the water run down her face and body, her hand slid to her thighs pausing. She had to catch her breath as she didn't realize she had been holding it in while she did her exploring. Finally stealing herself, she slid her hand over her sex and gasped at the feeling. She let her hand rest there for a moment before slowly moving her middle finger up and down her clit. It felt even better than when Ron did it to her, now realizing that he never really did pay attention to her needs as a woman. He had only ever cared about getting himself off, not noticing if Hermione was able to climax or not. Her finger moved a little faster finding just the right spot, as she came closer and closer to climaxing she slid two fingers inside her wincing at the sudden intrusion, before relaxing. Her fingers made quick work, pumping in and out, in and out. She tried to keep her moans quiet so no one else could hear what was going on inside the bathroom.

Her climax came in spurts and her whole body shook with the feeling of pure ecstasy. She slid to the floor of the shower panting slightly and jerking every couple seconds. Man that felt good. She rinsed herself off and washed her hair out, then got out of the shower.

Her cheeks were flushed as she brushed her teeth, she could still smell the sensual body wash she had used and it reminded her of what she did only five minutes prior. Satisfied for once she left the bathroom and sat down at the vanity. She did her nails the muggle way, a nice red nail polish on her fingers and toes. She did her makeup in a drastic smoky design, and touched her lips with a light pink lip gloss. Hermione found she never needed cover up or foundation as she held a natural beauty on her own. Then looking at her hair she wondered what to do with it. Taking her wand from the bedside table she charmed her hair into submission and tamed it to be large soft loose curls. With her extensions they looked amazing. Happy with her look she rubbed the same sensual cream over her body for good measure and got dressed.

The ball was a half hour away so she decided to sit in front of the fireplace and read a book while she waited.

Hermione could hear people arriving downstairs and got up to join the party.

The fundraiser was in full swing when she appeared in the hallway overlooking the grand ball room. The room looked spectacular and even the disco ball didn’t look out of sorts. Instead it cast a million different colors over the people who were downstairs. She scanned the party looking for familiar faces and couldn’t find one yet so she decided to head down the stairs.

Draco Malfoy stood by the bottom of the stairs talking to an old friend of his from school when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He had to do a double take on the woman in red and his mouth hung open in a very non Malfoy like manor. Hermione Granger stood at the top of the stairs, slowly making her way down, scanning the room. She glanced over Malfoy, pretending not to see him, but definitely kept him within her sights. As she reached the bottom of the stairs Malfoy was gone, frowning at that she made a mental note to find him a little later on.

She chatted with quite a few of the people who were in attendance and thanked them for their hard work and loyalty, before excusing herself from the mindless chitchat. A refreshment table was set up to one side and with a parched throat she made her way over to the table. Hermione was pouring herself a drink when she spotted the very blonde head of Draco Malfoy who was talking to an older man. He laughed at something the man said, she snuck up behind him.

Hermione’s feet had moved at their own accord, they walked up behind Malfoy without her consent, her hand put her drink on the table before she slid her hands around Malfoy’s waist, her grinning lips finding the soft spot on his neck.

Malfoy whipped around, startled and nearly jumping out of his skin when he realized exactly who was touching him that way.

“GRANGER!?!?”
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