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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 4, 1998

The next morning, Draco woke up before the sun rose. He had fallen asleep thinking of Hermione and woke up thinking of her. Now that he was free to be around her without fear of punishment, he wanted to be around her constantly. She was so giving and lovely. Draco thought he might have something to offer her as well. He would do what he could to show her he was a man with merit.

He used the bathroom, then made himself a strong cup of tea. His casita was stocked with kitchen staples. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to cook, but he did toast some bread for his breakfast. He slathered his toast in strawberry jam.

Draco lit a fire in the fireplace with a quick spell and lay on the sofa in front of the toasty fire. He let his thoughts drift to Hermione. As if she had heard his thoughts, a knock sounded at his door. He opened it to find a rosy-cheeked Hermione.

“Did I wake you?” she asked him.

“No, I couldn’t sleep last night.” He was aware that his pajama pants were thin.

“Oh, are you feeling okay?” Hermione looked at him with concern.

“I’m fine. I suppose I was thinking about the movie. We’ll have to do that again,” he said, smiling at her.

She smiled back at him, “Yeah, movies are a fun way to spend an evening. So, I was checking the weather report and saw that it’s supposed to snow this afternoon. Did you want to hike up sooner, to avoid hiking in the snow?”

“Sure. I’ll get dressed and we can go,” he responded. Hermione went back to her casita to get supplies for the hike and finish getting ready. She dressed in olive green corduroy pants, a thin cream wool sweater, a cream fleece scarf and her black puffy jacket. She braided her hair in a loose side braid. She didn’t wear makeup, knowing she’d be swimming, but she did add a bit of gloss for moisture.

Draco knocked as Hermione was lacing up her hiking boots. He let himself in.

“Are you ready?” he asked her. He noticed wrapped food, towels and a blanket on her coffee table.

“Let me get my backpack and we can go,” she said.

“I have an extendable bag. I’ll carry your supplies,” he said, walking towards her coffee table.

They left the casita and headed towards the Atalaya Trail. Hermione and Draco chatted about potion’s theory, his thoughts so far on Truchas and what he experienced in California. Draco was hungry, but wanted to get to the hot spring first. Finally they reached the fork in the trail, where Draco remembered turning towards the less tread path.

“We’ll be there in about 20 minutes, Hermione,” he said, grabbing her hand to lead her on the hot springs path. She continued to hold his hand as they walked, interlacing her fingers with his. Her hands were dry and warm, while he felt his hands beginning to sweat with his excitement over the close contact with Hermione. She gave his hand a squeeze when she saw the runes for water and peace at the side of the path. A few minutes later they saw a grouping of trees. Draco pulled her towards the trees and the sound of water splashing.

“Oh, Draco, this is breathtaking!” Hermione walked around examining the pond. Draco got out the blanket and food, arranging it a few feet from the water.

“Do you mind if we eat? I’m starved,” he said.

“Me, too.” Hermione sat on the blanket. They ate their sandwiches and drank water from their water bottles. Hermione pulled out a few cookies. Draco ate four while Hermione watched him with amusement.

While Draco finished his last cookie, Hermione began to undress. Draco was expecting a swimming suit under her clothes and was surprised when she got down to bra and panties. She had her back to Draco when she pulled her panties off and undid the closure on her bra, let them drop to the blanket, and stepped into the water. Hermione was quickly up to her shoulders, when she turned around and asked, “Are you coming in?”

Draco had thought he’d leave his boxers on when they swam, but felt like he should brave nudity as she had so bravely done. Unfortunately, Draco had a raging hard-on after watching Hermione undress in front of him. While she was facing away from him, he hurriedly undressed and rushed into the water. She turned around when he was waist-deep in the water.

“I have some regular pain that started during the war that was eased during my time in the hot springs yesterday,” he said to her when he got closer.

Draco had seen Hermione tortured before his very eyes and knew she must have some residual pain from the repeated crucios done by his sick Aunt Bellatrix. Bellatrix had tortured Draco enough that he knew about the muscle spasms and nerve sensitivity Hermione must also endure. She didn’t say anything about her pain, although Draco could see she sympathized with him.

“Where do you feel the most pain?” she asked him.

“My back and neck, mostly.” Draco watched her walk closer to him.

“I’ve been reading about physical therapy in conjunction with potions. They’re making advances in pain therapy for those of us who have been subjected to multiple uses of strong curses.”

“What is physical therapy?” Draco asked her.

“Massage, special exercises, or heat to help people deal with their physical pain. I go for regular massages with a witch in the village. I’ve noticed the massages help with headaches and anxiety. Would you let me try some of the techniques she uses on you, in the water? I think it could be helpful.” Hermione moved towards Draco’s back when he nodded his head in assent.

She started by gently running her hands through his hair. She wanted him to get used to her touch. She ran her hands over his neck, his shoulders, his back. She felt him shiver.

In a low voice, she asked, “Is this okay?”

His voice was hoarse when he answered, “Yeah.”

She continued to massage him, her touch becoming firmer and firmer. At one point, he almost felt pain, but that pain gave way to a feeling of warmth where she had been working.

Draco was a man who had not been shown a great deal of care in his life. He knew his mother would sacrifice for him, but she was not very affectionate. His father had ignored him most of his life, unless he was bullying Draco into doing something. Draco had enjoyed some male camaraderie in Slytherin House, but generally he had been lonely for the type of attention given with love. Hermione might not love him, but she did show a regard for him that felt foreign, but sublime.

All too soon, she finished her massage. She quickly wrapped her arms around him from behind and squeezed, then swam towards the hot waterfall. Draco turned to see her standing under the waterfall, her long braid doing nothing to hide his view of her body. Draco watched Hermione, her eyes closed, as she let the stream of water run over her body. He could clearly see her breasts, full, with large pink nipples. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. She laughed and dove into the water, swimming towards him. He smirked back at her.

“Nice show, Granger.”

“Ha ha, Malfoy. You gave me a nice show when you got into the water.” She splashed some water towards him.

Draco had hoped she hadn’t noticed his boner when he got into the water.

“You stripped down to nothing! I wasn’t expecting you to undress in front of me.” He felt betrayed by his body.

“I’ve heard stories of your conquests for years, Draco. You aren’t fooling me.” She assumed Draco was used to nudity. She wasn’t shy about her body, but she didn’t want Draco to think she was coming on too strong.

“The last thing on my mind the past few years was sex. I was surrounded by so much violence last year, I barely ate, hardly slept. I can honestly tell you that this is the most relaxed I’ve been in years.” Draco hoped she could forgive his lack of experience.

In a low voice, she confided, “I understand, Draco. During our time on the run, I was so scared, cold and hungry, the last thing I worried about was sex. I wanted to survive. It would make me so angry to read about my supposed relationships with Ron and Harry. I honestly couldn’t have given a shit about sleeping with them, but our time on the run was romanticized. I don’t judge you, Draco.”

While they were talking, a light snow began to fall. Neither noticed because of the heat of the water. Both Draco and Hermione noticed it was snowing at the same time. He reached out and grabbed her hand.

“This is perfect,” Hermione smiled at him. He agreed.

Due to the snow, they decided to apparate to her casita. Hermione asked if Draco wanted to stay for a cup of hot chocolate. She lit the fireplace with her wand, then began to make a complicated looking concoction of milk, cream, grated chocolate and cinnamon. She whisked it until it was frothy and hot, then poured it into two mugs. She handed Draco a mug, then sat down to enjoy her drink.

Draco finished his hot chocolate after Hermione. He put his mug on the coffee table and tried to get comfortable, but the couch was too small to accommodate him.

“I’m relaxed and sleepy,” Hermione said, grabbing Draco’s hand. She tugged him towards her bedroom. “Napping while it’s snowing is my favorite lazy day activity.”

Draco chuckled and let her lead him into the bedroom. They shucked off their shoes and got under the covers. Hermione faced away from Draco, towards the window, which showcased flurries of snow. He moved towards her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She sighed and pushed herself closer to him. Draco enjoyed the soft warmth of Hermione’s body. He rubbed lazy circles on her stomach with his thumb. Soon he found himself drifting off to sleep, lulled by her even breathing.

Draco woke when it was already dark outside. He could hear Hermione in the bathroom, running the water. She came back into the bedroom and quietly began to change. Draco watched her pull off her pants, sweater and bra. She grabbed a pair of cotton pants and a t-shirt off a chair.

“I like what you’re wearing. No need to change,” Draco said.

Hermione jumped slightly, “Malfoy! You scared me. I thought you were asleep.”

She pulled on the t-shirt and sat at the edge of the bed, facing him.

Draco sat up. He wished she would crawl back into the bed with him.

“I am amazingly hungry,” she said, “I was going to make a pizza.”

Draco loved pizza, but his parents had found it too plebian to serve in the manor.

“How am I ever going to leave here if you keep feeding me like this?” he asked her. Pulling on her pants, she laughed.

She began to walk out of the room, “If you keep giving me foot massages, I may not let you leave.”

Draco got out of bed. He used her bathroom, looking in her medicine cabinet and in the shower. He came out of the bathroom to find Hermione rolling out dough in the kitchen. He watched her work. She cooked with such happiness.

“Do you want to help me?” she asked him.

“Sure. I’m not sure I can do much,” he said.

Hermione handed him a knife, a tomato and a few leaves of basil.

“Chop the tomatoes into thin slices and the basil into ribbons.” She knew Draco could do this task. She’d seen him prepare potion ingredients with a fine hand. He began his task while she pushed the dough onto a pan. She pulled a chunk of mozzarella out of the fridge and began to shred it.

Draco tossed a few shreds of cheese into his mouth, “This cheese is delicious.”

Hermione admitted that she made a batch of mozzarella a few days before.

“Seriously, you made this? I’m impressed.” Draco knew people made these ingredients, but he didn’t know anybody that could actually do it.

“It’s less complicated than making polyjuice potion,” she joked.

When Draco was done slicing, Hermione had him place the ingredients on the dough. She added cheese to the top of the pizza. She gave the pizza a drizzle of olive oil, salt and pepper, then put it in the oven to bake.

“Do you want some wine?” she asked him.

“Yeah, that would be great,” he said. She got out a bottle of white wine and two glasses and handed them to him. He poured them both generous helpings of wine and they sat at the table, waiting for the pizza.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you, too” she whispered back.

“Why do you seem sad?” he wondered out loud.

“I’m a mess, Draco. I lost my parents and so many other people this past year. I don’t know what I have to offer you.” She looked at him with wet eyes.

He stood up and went over to her chair. He knelt by her.

“You know all of my mistakes. They’re public knowledge. I have my mother, but the two of us are pariahs. When I’m with you, I don’t feel alone. I know we’re just getting to know each other, but I think there might be something there.” He squeezed her hands and she squeezed back.

“I feel a connection with you, Draco. I’m willing to explore it.”

After dinner, Hermione suggested they enjoy a fire by the outdoor chiminea*. She used her wand to stretch and cushion the rocking chair on the porch. They brought out a blanket and cuddled under it. Draco put his arm around her and she leaned into his body.

The snow had stopped and they could see the stars. Draco described what he could see of the constellations. Hermione wanted nothing more than to have Draco’s lips pressed against hers, but she felt heavy after the emotional day they’d shared. Draco must have understood this, because he didn’t press her for more. When the fire began to die out, Draco escorted Hermione back into the house, and took his leave.

A.N.- A chiminea is an outdoor fireplace.
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