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A Week in November	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Four

     "I'm just not ready for that particular answer, not yet. Please don't be disappointed, I want to get better, you have to believe me," I said. He just had to know how terrifying a thought knowing was to me. I would have to deal with the ramifications of whatever his answer was, whether my dreams were past memories and real or as unreal as a twisted, delusional nightmare. I couldn't risk knowing the truth, not when my anxiety was barely under control (thanks to Draco).
     "I'm not upset with you sweetness," he said comforting me.
     "Did you just call me sweetness?"
     "Mmhmm, why?"
     "I don't know, I guess its nothing."
     "It would help if you told me instead of deflecting my questions."
     "I know. I just had that sense of deja vu again."
     "Does it frighten you when you experience a deja vu?"
     "Honestly, yes."
     "Hermione that is going to happen a lot during this process. Rather than fear it try to embrace it. Gryffindor courage, no?" he winked.
     "We dated didn't we?" I blurted out. It just flew out of my mouth and then it was out there. I wasn't sure if I regretted it or not.
     "Do you want me to answer that?"
     "Yes. No. Yes, I think so. No, definitely not," I said and Draco only smiled and shook his head.
     "Right, well you tell me when I can talk," he said jokingly and I gave him a playful smack in the arm.
     "I'm sorry Draco. You've been truly wonderful and I am so thankful for everything that you've done for both me and Edmond too."
     "Go to bed, love. I've got to go into work tomorrow for a few hours. I promised Janet that I'd look after her patients, but it shouldn't take me long."
    "Oh no! You're leaving?" I sounded deflated, and that's because I was.
    "Is something wrong?" the blond asked and he held my hand to console me.
    "No, it's fine. I'm just being a baby. I can make pot roast and potatoes for dinner. I just need to make a trip to the market."
    "Why do you want to make pot roast for dinner?"
    "Why? Is that wrong? I can make something else instead," I spat, probably a little too defensively.
    "Not at all. You better make it, woman," he chuckled. "In fact, pot roast and potatoes is my favorite meal and I haven't had it in ages, years actually. I'd be delighted."
     "Good then," I beamed. "It's a date. I mean you know, not a date, date but a--"
     "Granger, just be yourself around me. There's no need to feel nervous," he soothed and there it was again, that look. That look of worry.
     "Do you need a kiss? Be honest," he said.
     "Maybe just one. You know--the pull out bed isn't very comfortable. You didn't hurt your back on it last night did you?" I wanted the kiss, but then I knew after it was over he would go to his room and I to mine and there I'd be alone. I knew I was acting pathetic and I hated myself for it! He leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on me. I never wanted it to end. He was so handsome. Age had really worked in his favor.
     "Hermione, say what it is you aren't saying. You want things at times, we all do. It's normal to want for things. Please just say what it is you're too afraid to say to me."
     "I don't want you to go," I blurted out. "I know it's crazy and you must be thinking, 'Oh look at the crazy girl who can't make up her mind and who follows me about like a puppy.' It's just this is the first time I haven't felt alone since my accident and I don't know--goodnight," I turned to leave. I was on the verge of tears because I knew how unhealthy I was acting towards Draco and yet I couldn't help myself. I padded to my bedroom feeling totally deflated. I closed the door, and then like a premenstrual teenager with mood swings, I threw myself on the bed and screamed into the pillow. You complete idiot!
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      He raked a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Hermione had come so far, further than he thought possible in such a short time. The time spent making out with his beautiful wife was more precious than galleons to Draco. He just wasn't sure if he could do it. Oh, he knew what she wanted. She wanted him to sleep with her, emphasis on sleep. Hermione wanted a security blanket and Draco was it. He didn't have a problem with that at all, it was normal for someone in her condition to trust and feel needy towards their Healer. That wasn't the problem. The touching was though. She needed it, there was no debate in his mind about that. The debate came when he hovered just over that imaginary line of what was good for Hermione and what was good for him. It was beginning to blur and he really wanted to do right by Hermione. In the end it would benefit him too, but that wasn't his motivation. Worst was the fact that he didn't know if he could sleep with her and not make love to her should the opportunity present itself. Being the man that he knew he was, a man who was not prone to waiting for opportunity to come knocking but rather to create it himself, he wondered if sleeping with his wife was in her best interest...or his? You're a bloody Slytherin, so get in there. He checked in on Edmond and he was sleeping peacefully. If truth be told he was more than a little worried about his son. He hadn't told Hermione that the bat he found inside the closet was only a baby, and that its teeth didn't match the bite marks on Edmond's neck, not by a longshot. He had killed the offending bat, but now he wondered if there wasn't--well, he didn't want to think about it at present. First things first, get Hermione back and so he turned on his heels and reached for the door knob. Ron sleeps here. Hermione sleeps here. Ron and Hermione share this bed. The thought nearly made him ill.
      "You want me to do what?" Ron gaped.
      "Malfoy, you should think it over. That's a big decision and one that could, you know, potentially screw you up royally," Harry Potter said as they stood in the corridor outside Hermione's hospital room.
     "I'm the Healer, not you Potter, so don't tell me what might screw me up. My wife just tried to kill herself when I told her that we are married! Don't you think I'm already screwed up? No, my decision stands."
     "I can't make love to another man's wife," Ron said as a matter of fact. "It's not proper. It's not right."
     "Malfoy, he's right. Although," Harry turned to Ron, "Perhaps they have one of those open marriages?"
     "No, we don't!" Draco fired back angrily. "I love her more than words can say and I don't want her to be alone. She's a tactile person, my wife. She needs things."
     "She needs you," Harry said and Draco was straining to hold back tears.
     "Yes, but she thinks its him that she needs," he said and he motioned to Ron Weasely. "I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to be alone for however long it takes for her to get her memory back."
     "Ah I get it," Ron said and Draco didn't care for the look he shot Potter. "When the cat's away the mice will play," he said and Harry nodded.
     "You idiots! We were virgins on our wedding night, well practically anyway. I've never been with another woman before and I don't intend to start now! Hermione needs sex. Period. She's used to having it every day. I don't want her to go without."
     "Everyday?" Both Ron and Harry looked at eachother with strained expressions. "How does that work, I mean isn't that a bit of a chore?"
     "Is fucking Luna a chore?" Draco hissed.
     "No, of course not. I love Luna, but we don't, er--you know, not every day."
     "And I love Hermione."
     "This is making me uncomfortble. Look, if it makes you happy I will have sex with Hermione," Ron said and Draco slammed his fist into the wall. Hearing Ron declare that he would bed his wife was not the highlight of his year and yet it's how it had to be. Hermione would never relax without it. If she couldn't relax, she couldn't remember him! It was a bloody nightmare, all of it. At that Draco pushed through the bedroom door and closed it behind him.
     "Alright if I join you, love?" he asked with only a minor sense of trepidation. Perhaps I should have taken a cold shower first and then this might have been easier, he thought to himself. "Now that you mention it that bed was rather uncomfortable." He lied for her benefit. Draco knew that her pride had taken several hits and he wanted her to feel good about herself.
     "Oh, yes, of course!" she said and she was all at once glowing again. That's the Hermione he loved to see, the happy, healthy, confidant woman who loved him with all her heart. He would do anything to make her happy, including sleeping with the woman he loved and not making love to her. "There's a loo just through there and if you need pajamas I can probably find some of R--"
     "I'm good," he said and he began to undress. She quickly averted her eyes and that bothered him. She had watched him strip down to nothing many, many times in the past and he wanted her to have that particular visual. It might have sparked a memory for her so it disappointed him when she hid her eyes. She almost certainly wanted to look but didn't out of some warped sense of privacy. The Malfoys are not private, not in that way. Draco often walked around the house in nothing more than a pair of shorts or underwear or nothing at all sometimes. In fact, he'd been sleeping nude for years, but that just didn't seem appropriate in his current predicament, not to mention he knew he would need a buffer between them. "Hermione, is it alright if I don't wear pajamas to bed?" he asked and he smiled when she turned and gazed at him. He proceeded to drop his shirt and then he unbuckled his pants and let them fall.
     "Gods," she whispered under her breath and Draco smirked when she feasted on his nakedness. He crawled into bed next to her and without asking he snuggled up to Hermione where he spooned her.
     "Goodnight sweetness," he whispered in her ear and then he nuzzled his sand paper, five o'clock shadow stubble against her neck. She shivered just like she always did and Draco chuckled to himself. Sweetness was a pet name for Hermione, one he coined for her back when they were dorm mates and more. He hoped that her recollection of events from that time period included the first time he called her that particular name, because something pretty big happened to them shortly after he called her that. Something she had to remember. It was the key to it all.
     "Goodnight Dragon," she mumbled and Draco's eyes went wide.
     "Why did you call me that?" he asked. He had to know. She stirred, groggily and then rolled over to face him.
     "Call you what? What did I say? Goodnight Draco?"
     "It's nothing. Goodnight," he said again. Bollocks. Just be patient, all your dreams are coming true. Her petite frame was twined around him, snugly and her head rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her so tightly, unwilling to let her go. It felt so good, so right that Draco hardly wanted to sleep at all. He didn't want the night to ever end.

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     The lab ran long. Really long! Nobody in the wizarding world had ever heard of a potion taking ten hours to brew. I'm not talking a sprinkle of this and a dash of that, stir clockwise and then wait ten hours. No. We were mixing, sifting, stirring, boiling,cutting,sorting and saying bloody incantations for a solid ten hours in the lab. One of the students cracked up about four hours in and Professor Snively let him have it. He was angry that it wasn't Nobs. He still had it in for the sad sod and for no good reason. It was Wiskerson this time. He was a pureblood arsehole who thought that he was the crème de la crème of Potion brewers. When he started cracking up he distracted all of us. He was standing on the potion table screaming at the top of his lungs, "Somebody nicked my mistletoe berries." I and everyone else in the lab thought he'd lost it. That was until I saw the wicked grin that Malfoy was sporting on his dangerously angelic face.
     "You did it, don't bother lying I know it was you. We had all those extra mistletoe berries," I said when we left the lab at long last.
     "I have no clue what you're babbling about Granger," he smirked.
     "I don't approve," I said and I quickened my pace. I was angry with him. Sure, Wiskerson was an arse but he worked just as hard as us and didn't deserve to go out in the way that he did.
     "So you approve of his racist, perverted artwork, you know the one depicting you laying facedown in a mud puddle with your arse in the air whilst Wiskerson gave you the ole pig n' a poke?"
     "What!? Where? You're having me on."
     "Loo outside the library. He showed it to everyone but you. I didn't care for it myself, so yeah, I took his mistletoe berries. I'd do it again too."

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     "Merlin's beard!" I said and I covered my mouth with my hand when I saw the nearly meter high filth that Wiskerson called art that was just inside the boys loo. There had been some alterations to the drawing however and I didn't have to look very far to figure out just who had improved upon the lewd cartoon drawing. Someone, who shall remain nameless, had added a pot belly, saggy breasts and some well placed wrinkles and buoffant hairstyle to the picture with the caption, 'Mummy and Me'. I giggled and then chastised myself for sinking so low. It was vandalism, but I was pleased that the picture no longer had my name below it, nor did it even look like me any longer. It was times such as that where Draco Malfoy surprised me.

     "Thank you," I murmured when I arrived back at the dorm.
     "Your welcome," he mumbled distinterestedly as he worked on our upcoming homework assignment.
     "Perhaps there's an inner Rembrandt hiding inside you," I giggled and he turned to me and smirked.
     "You liked that, eh?"
     "I suppose he deserved it."

An hour later...

     "I hope we don't end up like that though," he said looking up from the thick Potions book.
     "Standing atop the lab station accusing someone of stealing our mistletoe berries?" I asked, curiously.
     "It could happen. I'm so bloody stressed. I need a break--a diversion."
     "Honestly, me too," I agreed.
     "I wish there was a Quidditch pitch here. That's what I used to do to burn off some pent up energy," the blond said with a frown.
     "It's raining outside too, so we can't even take a walk," I scrunched my nose when I looked out the window and saw nothing but gray and pelting rain that slashed against the pane glass.
     "We could have sex," he said all too casually.
     "No," I said but after that my concentration was broken and I could think of nothing else. He probably said it just for that purpose, the git.
     "Oral sex, no penetration?" he asked as if he were negotiating.
     "You can't be serious?"
     "Why not? I dunno Granger, I'm feeling the urge to stand on the bed and shout like Wiskerson. The stress is starting to get to me."
     "Nice try but I'm not buying it."
     "Do you ever feel like the room is closing in on us? I swear the room is smaller than when we first arrived."
     "Stop it, you know I'm claustrophobic Malfoy."
     "I can't breathe," he said and he made mock choking sounds.
     "Stop it! Fine, just shut up. We're not having sex though, but perhaps we could snog a little."
     "Yeah? Alright," he said and he was suddenly perfectly fine again. I rolled my eyes. "Above the waist?"
     "No. Kissing only or nothing at all," I said and I reluctantly took his hand when he offered it to me. Suddenly I was being pulled down to the bed and he wasted no time in flipping me onto my back. In truth, it felt good with his weight on me and his lips attached like a suction cup to my neck. Our bodies writhed together and our lips found each other. "Maybe above the waist would be alright," I whispered when he'd thoroughly ravaged my neck and almost all at once I felt his hands under my shirt where he kneaded my breasts with his purposeful hands.
     "Undress," he commanded and my eyes bulged. "They're too cumbersome and they're just getting in the way."
     "Above the waist," I reminded and he smiled devilishly and wagged his eyebrows as he removed my shirt from me.
     "I don't know why you're so shy. You have the perkiest, prettiest tits," he said and then he latched on to one of my nipples with his mouth and satisifying sensations shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I was moaning under my breath and that seemed to urge him on and that's when it happened. He pushed my hand downwards and it slipped under his boxers with ease. "This far, no farther, I promise?" he asked as negotiations continued. I nodded and then I took him in hand and began to rub, gently at first. I jumped slightly when I felt his warm hand slip down the front of my panties.
     "Oh my...Draco," I moaned when he found a rythem and with his hand he rubbed me so delightfully.
     "You're so beautiful," he uttered through husky pants and I parted my legs even wider to give him access.

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     Malfoy was in the shower when I awoke with a yawn. I clasped my hands behind my head and smiled up at the ceiling. I couldn't ever remember a more restful sleep. I loved the secure feeling of being in his arms, and after the previous night's dream, I was fairly sure that he and I dated. If of course the dream was real, which to me it was. It felt real. It felt like a memory, not a dream. My dreams don't make sense. They don't follow any logic or storyline at all, but this dream did. It just had to be a lost memory and not a dream.
     "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Draco said to me. Astonished to see him was putting it mildly. I didn't hear the shower turn off and yet it did and there he was standing there before me wearing only a towel around his waist.
     "Uhh," I was at a loss for words. I couldn't stop my eyes from roving. Up and down his glorious body. Water droplets that formed rivulets of water on his arms and shoulders cascaded down his perfect body. He was lean but firm with definition in all the right places.
     "Everything alright love?"
     "Yes, I'm fine. Better than fine really," I smiled and he smiled back.
     "I'm running a bit late," he said and then he returned to the bathroom to dress.
     "I should make him lunch!" I said to myself and I leapt from the bed. I did a quick check on Edmond who was still asleep and then I made my hurried way to the kitchen. "Egg salad or turkey? I have no clue what he likes. Egg salad," I decided as I set to work preparing a lunch fit for a King. That is if the King lived on a meager budget in Ottery St. Catchpole. I made him a bagged lunch and then I set to work on making some tea and toast. "He likes Earl Grey tea, and lightly buttered toast in the morning," I said aloud, talking to myself as I busied myself. I wondered how I knew that.
     "You're right, I do," the blond said, "But no time this morning. I've got to go love," he said. He looked spiffy in his trousers and shirt and I inhaled deeply when he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. He always smelled so good. His cologne smelled rich, but masculine and I probably lingered in his arms a little too long as I laid my head on his chest and hugged him. "I wish I could stay and have breakfast with you and Edmond," he whispered in my ear and I smiled. "I'll be back later this afternoon, alright?" I nodded and then I blinked twice when he spun on his feet and apparrated, and just like that he was gone. I wasn't used to that. Ron hated to apparrate and preferred the floo network. "Oh your lunch, you forgot your lunch!" I called out uselessly because he was already gone.

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     "Are you sure you don't mind watching Edmond for a while?" I asked as I poured Luna Potter a spot of tea.
     "Why no Hermione. It's Monday and that's when the gigliskrewts come out. They only come out on Monday. I thought Edmond and I could round a few of them up. They're really useful as a fertility enhancer," she said and I quirked an eyebrow. With Luna you never knew. What I did know was that she and Harry were having a hard time expanding their family. She had been trying to get pregnant for a year without success. I patted her hand in a show of sympathy.
     "It should be fine, so long as the gigli--whatevers are inside not outside. Edmond is still a little under the weather and he must stay inside. Healers orders," I beamed at the thought of Draco.
     "Oh yes, yes, they wouldn't ever go outside. They live in dusty homes and your house is crawling with them." Normally that might offend me, but I'd known Luna long enough to know that she didn't have a malicious bone in her body and that she wasn't really trying to be rude, even if she was.
     "Draco forgot the lunch I made for him so I need to swing by the Wizard hospital and then I'll be off to the market. I'm making him dinner."
     "I'm sure he will love whatever you cook for him."
     "Me too. That's because he can't cook at all," I laughed and then I covered my mouth. How could I possibly know that? Oh I had to see Draco. He would know what it meant.

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     I took a deep breath when I stepped from the floo network. There were entirely too many people and all of them were wearing white coats. It made me nervous and I squeezed the bag lunch in my hand tighter. I had no idea where to find him, the place was so huge, so I meandered the halls and corridors. Eventually I came upon a waiting room and it was packed full to the brim with women. Every single one of them were attractive too. "Are they holding a Miss Witch Universe pageant or what," I joked when I found myself standing next to a buxom blonde.
     "No, nothing like that," she said rudely and she looked her nose down at me.
     "You can sit here," another woman said and she moved her handbag freeing up a chair for me.
     "Oh thank you, but I was actually looking for my--er--my Healer. If I only knew where to find Healer Malfoy," I said feeling entirely exasperated. I was a homebody and a trip to the hospital was out of my comfort zone. I could already feel my anxiety growing.
     "Get in line honey," the buxom blonde said and she rolled her eyes.
     "We're all waiting for Healer Draco," the kind woman explained.
     "All of these women are waiting for him?" I asked, feeling completely dumbfounded.
     "He has a six month waiting list. I was smart though and circumvented the waitlist."
     "How did you do that?" Yet another woman asked the blonde in an accusing manner.
     "A little bird told me that Draco Malfoy was taking over Healer Mungo's patients, so I just made an appointment with her last week."
     "That's cheating. I've waited four months for this appointment." My head was spinning. I was about to witness a catfight between two adult women over Malfoy. It didn't make sense. Why would they all be so eager to see Malfoy? That's when it occurred to me. The way he was always kissing me, going that extra mile to make me feel comfortable and safe. He was snogging his patients silly! That had to be it, why else would he have a six months waiting list.
     "I've got to go. I can't be here," I said and I stood to leave. At that precise moment Draco opened the door to the examining room and ushered a lady out. He checked with the nurse at the front desk and then called the next patient to be seen. I quickly turned to leave.
     "Watch it, I was here first!" the buxom blonde screeched and she shoved me backwards.
     "I just want to leave. Just move out the way." She pushed me again and I lost it. "Please move your glamored arse with those fake boobs the hell out of my damn way!" I was losing my cool in a big, big way and I shoved her at that. She pulled out her wand and I ducked. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder and suddenly I was being tugged backwards.
     "Hermione? What are you doing here, is everything alright?" Draco said and he looked worried. He pulled me into the examining room and closed the door.
     "Please don't touch me," I said becoming ever the more angry.
     "That's a switch. What's going on, out with it. Now," he demanded and he looked perturbed.
     "I don't know, why don't you ask the hordes of women in your waiting room why I'm upset!" Draco stared at me as if trying to figure me out and then a wide smile formed on his face. "I don't know what you're smiling about, you should be ashamed."
     "I should be ashamed that I'm a good Healer with a loyal patient base?"
     "Is that what you're calling it these days? Ha!" I scoffed.
     "Yes,love, that is what I'm calling it. I'm booked up for eight months."
     "I'm sure you are," I said smugly.
     "What's that supposed to mean, hmm?"
     "Do you kiss all your patients or just the stacked ones? She glamored herself I'll have you know. I can always tell. Her breasts were no better than inflated balloons and that arse? Fake, fake, fake." I scrunched my nose and narrowed my eyes on him. I was so angry I wanted to hex him.
     "You're jealous," he said cooly and he smiled again.
     "No way, Malfoy, I am not. I just don't like being taken advantage of. I thought I was--I thought you and I--"
     "And you were right. You are special and our relationship isn't just that of a patient and her Healer."
     "You're just saying that so I'll forget about all the tarts in your waiting room."
     "Come here you," he said and he opened his arms. "What's that in your hand?"
     "It's your lunch. I made it for you this morning but it's probably squashed now thanks to the blonde bimbo who shoved me."
     "Thank you very much. It's most appreciated. I almost never get out for lunch I'm so busy when I'm here. Now come on, give us a kiss," he said and he wagged his eyebrows at me. "I promise you that I have never kissed one of my patients, or anything else inappropriate for that matter. The Wizard Health system is just fucked up, excuse my language. I'm one of two Healers who carry a Potions degree as well. It's a big deal to patients. It's the difference between them being on a waitlist to receive their prescription or getting it right away from me. That's why my waiting room is so full. Satisfied now?" he asked with a hopeful expression.
     "Why is there such a long waiting list to receive healing medications?" I asked. I found the topic quite interesting.
     "Because there is only one Apothecary in all of Britain, and they suck. They don't know what they're doing. Most orders for potions are sent off to Germany or Ireland to be filled and that takes time.
     "Merlin, that's ludicrous! Someone needs to open an Apothecary right away."
     "Indeed," he smiled. "It's not as easy as all that though. The Ministry standards are strict and the only school that trained Potioneers was closed almost a year ago after a pack of centaurs tore the place up."
     "I always knew those centaurs would one day take revenge for the way they controlled their watering hole rights." My eyebrows flew up and my mouth hung agape.
     "Congratulations," Malfoy said to me and he extended his hand to me to shake. "Draco Malfoy, Healer and Potion Master. Your turn, love," he said and then he nodded when he could see the indecision written all over my face.
     "Hermione Granger Potion Mistress and, and--Auror in training. Oh my God, Draco! I remember. Some of it is still sketchy but, oh my God I'm so happy! I'm actually trained to do something in the Wizarding world."
     "I'm so pleased. You're missing a little more and there was one thing wrong with what you just said but we will get there. I have so much faith in you my dear," he said warmly. I couldn't help it, I just couldn't be angry with him as much as I wanted to be and I reveled in his arms. We were heavy into snogging and I was as happy as a clam, forgetting all about the altercation when suddenly the door flung open and Ron barged through it. You know my husband, the one who was supposed to be in China?
     "I'm engaged to Lavender and we set a date. I can't carry on this charade anymore, so you better work your magic and fast!" Ron blurted out, and then he saw me in the arms of my Healer and his jaw dropped.

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