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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 3, 1998

The next morning, Draco knocked on Hermione’s door at precisely 8:00 a.m. He had woken feeling refreshed and excited to start the day with Hermione. He was also looking forward to exploring the hiking trails. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt with a thick grey fleece jacket. He wore his comfortable dragon hide boots with a thick tread, appropriate for hiking.

Hermione decided to spend the day baking and writing letters to Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall. Though she had left England, she wanted to keep in touch with the people she loved. Harry and Ron had started Auror training a few weeks before. She was pleased for them, but glad to be away from the action.

Hermione woke at 6:30, her regular wake time. She took a long shower, using a special conditioner infused with chamomile and vanilla. The conditioner was purchased from the witch who made her shampoo. Hermione didn’t use it every day, as it was very potent and expensive, but she loved the smoothness it gave her normally raucous tresses.

After her shower, she brushed her teeth and combed through her smooth hair. She braided her long hair in a French braid, to keep it out of her way while she baked. She moisturized her skin, put on a bit of makeup and went to her closet to figure out what to wear. She picked out a long brown dress, made of a cotton and spandex blend. It had a cowl neckline and the dress hugged her new curves. She enjoyed the way it kept her warm, but allowed her to move easily. She put on a thick pair of socks and went out to the living room.

She lit the fireplace, then made coffee using an espresso blend. She took the cake out of the fridge. Hermione took out her two favorite cookbooks to find recipes for French bread, peanut butter cookies, banana nut muffins and cheese and bacon scones. Just as the coffee finished percolating, a quick knock sounded at her front door.

She walked over to the door and opened it to find a smiling Draco.

“Hey, Draco,” she said. He looked good this morning. Relaxed.

“Good morning,” he replied. She turned around and walked over to the coffee maker. He noticed her round behind in the long, clingy dress. He imagined her sitting on his lap, with his head buried in her hair.

“You’re quiet this morning,” she said as she turned around with his sweet coffee.

He chuckled, “Oh, just gathering wool. How did you sleep?”

“I was tired last night, so I slept soundly. Are you ready for a slice of cake? I also have some blueberry scones, if you’d like.” She brought out a tin with her homemade scones.

“I think I’d like both, if that’s not too gluttonous,” he said, smiling.

Hermione put out the cake and the tin of scones, along with two plates and forks. She sat down at the small table and took a slow sip of coffee. She put a piece of the cake on her plate and took a bite. Draco took a scone from the tin.

“Granger, this scone is superb!” He happily took another bite, smiling at her.

“I’ll send you home with some baking this afternoon. I like to spend time baking and writing letters at least once a week.” She fondly remembered sitting with her grandmother when she was a girl, helping her bake for holidays.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” he asked.

“My mum was, is, a great cook. She and my dad seemed to love to chat over a leisurely dinner every night. On Sunday, my parents would make an elaborate brunch. Sometimes friends or family would join us, sometimes it was just us.” She looked at the cake and took another bite.

Draco wanted to ask her more, but he sensed that she didn’t want to elaborate. He finished his scone and reached for another.

“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing to the last scone.

“Go ahead.” She was pleased that he preferred her scones.

“What are you going to do today, Mr. Malfoy?”

“I thought after breakfast I would do some hiking. Do you have any suggestions about where I should start?” He wished she could join him, but he didn’t want to be too forward.   She seemed to have concrete plans.

“I have heard that there’s a hot spring near the Atalaya trail, but I’ve never been able to find it. Do you have your broom? Maybe you could find it from up in the air.” She remembered watching Draco flying for the Slytherin quidditch team.

“I do have my broom. A dip in a hot spring sounds perfect. If I find it I’ll take you back,” he said.

They talked for another hour, enjoying a discussion on the merits of fresh versus preserved plants in potions. Hermione argued that fresh plants were more stable in potions, while Draco felt that preserved plants offered more potent power. Hermione was thrilled to have someone besides a professor to talk with about a subject she enjoyed. Draco was thoughtful and curious about her life, which was a nice change. Not often had someone shown such interest in her as a person. She usually felt that people wanted her help, rather than just to talk with her.

Draco walked slowly up the steep trail. The air was cold, but the day would warm up as it got closer to lunch. Hermione had packed Draco a sandwich for his hike and insisted he take a bottle of water. Periodically, Draco would stop and examine the mountain plants. He saw deer, rabbits, and large birds. After two hours of hiking, Draco decided to stop and eat the sandwich Hermione had packed for him. He was going to attempt to get to the top of the summit, and then head back down.

After lunch, Draco continued to hike up the trail. He saw that the trail forked into two parts. He decided to take his chances on the smaller path. As he walked along the small path, he noticed a large rock painted with the runes for water and peace. He suspected he might be near the hot spring.

Draco walked for another twenty minutes and was thrilled to hear the sound of water. He passed through a large screen of pine trees and found a small pond of clear water. A waterfall coming from the side of the mountain fed the pond. Draco knelt down near the pond and felt the water. It was warm and had a distinctly mineral smell.

Draco knew he was alone and stripped off his clothing. He stepped into the shallow edge of the pond, testing the water with his feet. He felt like he was getting into a warm bath. He continued into the pond until he was in the middle, where the water reached his shoulders. He swam around the pond, and then noticed a small grouping of stones near the waterfall. The water from the waterfall was wonderfully hot. He let the splashing water pound his back. He then went to the rocks and reclined in the water.

Draco Malfoy, contrary to rumors at Hogwarts, had little practical knowledge of women. He had always had an active imagination about sex, but had little time over the past few years to get to that point with any girl. He had kissed Pansy Parkinson a few times, but didn’t feel their chemistry was right. He imagined touching Hermione. He imagined her naked body pressed up against him, his hands roving over her breasts, her back, her ass. He knew she liked him, but he wanted her to feel attracted to him. He didn’t want the friendship she shared with Potter and Weasley. She had mothered those two. He wanted her to want to touch him, to want his kisses.

Draco had a raging erection imagining Hermione naked and touching him. He let his hand drift down to his erection, using his thumb and forefinger to rub the head. His head fell back, while he imagined Hermione wrapping her lips around him, her pink tongue licking him like a lolli. He used his whole hand to rub up and down his cock. He sped up, and with a start he came so hard he shouted out, “Fuck!” He watched his semen disappear into the water.

The sun was starting to wane and he knew it was time to return. He dressed and pulled his broom out of his extendable pack. He stretched and realized his body felt great. The combination of the hot water and the wanking had served to relax him. He didn’t feel the small aches and pains he had become accustomed to. He flew back to the casita, ready to tell Hermione about his day.

Hermione had written her letters and baked bread, muffins and scones. She was putting in her last batch of cookies when there was a knock at the door. She thought it might be Draco.

“Come in!” she called out. Draco entered the cabin, carrying food.

“It smells like a bakery in here! How was your day?” he asked Hermione, placing the food on the table.

“It was very productive. I got my letters written and my baking done. I need to pull out this last batch of cookies in a few minutes. Did Mrs. Garcia bring you food?” She had white sprinkled over the front of her dress, probably flour or powdered sugar. Her braid held her hair back admirably, but a few curly tendrils were escaping along her face and near her ears.

“She was walking it over when I came back from my hike. She said it was beef stew and tortillas. It smells really good and I thought you might like to share it with me,” Draco hoped she would share with him. He was excited to tell her about the hot spring.

“That’s perfect. You have to tell me about your hike. Did you find the hot spring?” She poured him a glass of water with a sprig of mint crushed at the bottom of the glass. He looked at her and she said, “The mint will help cool you off. It’s tasty, too.”

“I found the hot spring, Hermione! It’s so warm and relaxing. Will you go back with me tomorrow?” He wondered if the spring water had an aphrodisiac property. He didn’t think he’d tell her about that part of his experience.

“Yeah, I can’t wait! I can’t believe I wasn’t able to find it. The locals said they wouldn’t show me where it was, I would have to find it myself.” She had some lingering pain from the war, but most of her pain now was the mental variety. But she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to check out this local legend.

Hermione pulled out the last batch of cookies and turned off the oven. She got out two bowls and spoons. She served the beef stew and put the tortillas on a plate.

“Her tortillas are amazing. Have you had them before?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t. Are they like naan bread?”

“Similar, but flatter. They’re good for scooping up food. She uses lard in her tortillas, so they actually taste really rich. I’m still getting used to the spicy chile everyone around here eats, but I like it. I hear you build up tolerance.” Hermione took a bite of the stew, “Yum.”

Draco thought the stew was good. He loved the tortillas. He could’ve eaten all of them, plus another six. Hermione grabbed a bit of butter from the kitchen.

“I like a bit of butter on a hot tortilla,” she explained.

Draco liked it, too. The meal was good, not as good as the meal Hermione had made the previous night, but comforting and tasty nonetheless.

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?”

Draco didn’t really know what Hermione meant.

“Sure, but I don’t know what that is.” Draco had a recollection of movies being mentioned by some of the half-bloods in his house.

“Oh. Well, it’s kind of like a play, but more realistic. It plays on a television, a TV. I have a TV and VCR in my bedroom, if you don’t mind hanging out on my bed. ” Hermione was not sure about inviting Draco into her bedroom, but didn’t think he would do anything untoward.

Draco laughed and winked at her, “I’m game. You can introduce me to your favorite movie.”

She laughed, “Ok, Malfoy, don’t get too excited. I’ll probably fall asleep halfway through the movie. Do you want to sample some cookies?” Hermione took a few off the baking sheet and put them on a plate for Draco to try.

“You know I do.” He took a bite of the peanut butter cookie. It was moist and chewy, “Did you make any cookies for yourself?”

Hermione swatted at his arm, “You can eat as many as you like, but I would like to try one.”

Hermione cleaned up the kitchen the muggle way, while Draco told her about his hike. He was so natural with her, and sweet. She had no idea Draco Malfoy could be sweet. He offered to dry the dishes when he figured out what she was doing. When they finished cleaning up, Hermione led Draco to her bedroom.

Draco thought her room seemed similar to his own. She had added a down comforter and soft, fluffy pillows. She had a knitted throw at the foot of her bed. Draco thought her room smelled like Hermione. He was looking forward to being in close contact with her.

Hermione put a tape into the VCR, “I thought we could watch Before Sunrise. It’s a romantic movie. I hope that’s ok? If you don’t like it, we can try something else.”

Draco didn’t care what they were going to watch. Hermione settled in amongst the pillows. Draco did the same.

Draco couldn’t believe the wizarding world did not have movies. This was phenomenal. He loved how real everything in the movie was. The story was so apt, too. He felt like the male character, serendipitously involved with this fascinating woman.

Draco looked over at Hermione, who was flexing and stretching her foot. He moved towards the foot of the bed and grabbed her foot. He sat cross-legged and placed her foot in his lap.

“Do you mind?” he asked Hermione.

“Please,” she said.

He took off her sock and began to knead her foot. She let out a sigh. Her feet were pretty. Her toes were adorably painted with bright pink polish and her skin was smooth. She giggled a little as he pulled at her toes. He went back to kneading her arch and rubbing his knuckles along her heel. She made little noises that were giving him an erection. The room was fairly dark, so he thought she might not notice.

He pulled her other foot into his lap and took off her sock. He kneaded this foot, enjoying her sighs and deep breathing. He admitted he was only partially watching the movie. He moved his hands up to her calf, massaging the muscle gently. Her skin was so smooth and warm. She smelled musky and delicious.

Hermione was trying not to jump into Draco’s lap and rub her body all over him. She could feel wetness between her legs and hoped he didn’t notice. She could smell her own desire. While she had been in close contact with Ron and Harry for years, nothing she had done with any boy compared to this. She was both relaxed and on edge.

Draco continued to lightly massage her feet and calves, mostly because he didn’t want to stop touching her. He didn’t want to make Hermione uncomfortable and he didn’t really know how to proceed in this type of situation.

Eventually the movie ended and he moved to the edge of the bed.

“That is the most relaxed I’ve felt, well, ever. Thank you, Draco.” Hermione lit a weak lumos and smiled at him. She got up to walk him to the door. Hermione quickly kissed his cheek as he made to leave the casita.

He made the short walk feeling as content as he had ever felt.
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