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Three Years Have Passed Since The War Ended	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning, Draco woke at the time he normally did for work. It was hard to leave Hermione in his bed. His sleep had been deep and restful.

He carefully slipped out of the bed and took his morning shower. The first floor of his house was cool, so he lit the fire and started the coffee. He had plenty of time before he had to be at the Ministry, so he decided to make pumpkin muffins.

I wonder if my life would be this fulfilled if Hermione and I were in a relationship? I feel hopeful just being with her. What would my life be like if she were mine?

Draco pondered these questions as he put the muffins into the oven. He sat and drank his black brew, savoring the slightly bitter, addictive flavor. The second floor creaked under Hermione’s footfalls. He heard a door close and water running. The oven pinged and Draco took the muffins out.

A few minutes later, Hermione came downstairs. She wore one of his shirts, since her clothes were in a heap near the front door. Her hair was wild. Draco had spent much of his class time at Hogwarts staring at her unruly curls.

“Good morning,” she said to Draco, smiling shyly at him. “I borrowed one of your shirts. I hope that’s okay?”

“Of course. Can I get you some coffee? You probably have to get ready for work soon.”

She gave him an impish look. “Do you want to play hooky today?”

He grinned at her. “Granger, Granger, Granger. You are not a good influence. I’ve never missed a day of work in three years.”

“I very rarely miss work, but I really don’t want to go in today.”

“I’d love to skip with you. Let me send an owl for us.” Draco called his owl Maximilian after they had written notes to their department secretary, letting her know they were not coming in.

“The muffins smell wonderful, Malfoy. I have high expectations after the tasty dinner you prepared for me.”

Draco handed her a mug of coffee, prepared the way she liked it. She took a long sip.

“Good coffee.”

“Thanks.   Can I get you a muffin?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

Draco handed her a muffin on a plate. She took a bite and gave a satisfied sigh.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep last night. I remember feeling warm and cozy and then I woke up in your bed this morning.”

“Don’t apologize. You fell asleep rather quickly after we began to warm up. Is it okay that you slept here? You didn’t stir when I picked you up and moved you to the bed.”

“Yes, I appreciate that you let me share your bed.”

“You’re always welcome here, Hermione. I like having you in my home.” Draco laced their fingers together over the table.

“I like being here, too,” she said, squeezing his hand.

“I know I’ve been awful to you in the past and I’m grateful you’re able to look past that, to the person I am now.” He needed Hermione to know that he knew she was taking a chance on him.

“I do know you’ve changed. I could tell as soon as you helped me at Flourish & Blotts. I know people have been really horrid to you, but you’ve handled it very gracefully. I could learn something from that.”

“What do you mean? I don’t really interact with anyone. I don’t have friends.”

“You work, you have a lovely home, you take care of yourself, you have hobbies. When it was a possibility I might yell at you in the bookstore, you still helped me. That says something about your character. And you have one friend now, Draco.”

Draco thought about what Hermione had said. He knew he was doing the best he could given the circumstances and it was nice that Hermione could see that.

“You’re right. But I think life could be so much more. My life’s already better with you in it.”

Hermione gave Draco a big smile. “My life is better with you in it, too.”

They went into the living room to sit in front of the fire and drink their coffee. Draco sat at one end of the couch with Hermione at the other end, her feet resting in his lap. He covered her bare legs with a blanket.

“Can I ask you something personal? You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to,” Draco said.

“Sure. If I can tell you, I will.”

“I’ve seen the way men look at you and I wondered if you’ve dated a lot?”

She laughed. “How do men look at me? I haven’t seen anyone checking me out.”

He stared at her. This gorgeous creature had no idea. “You’re beautiful, Hermione. You do know that, right?”

“I don’t really think about how I look. I like to feel good about my appearance, but it’s not that important to me. But to answer your question, I have dated a bit, but I find I don’t usually have much in common with most blokes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Most men are initially attracted to me because I’m well-known. Once they talk to me, they realize I want to talk about substantial ideas, not gossip or tell war stories.”

Draco had become possessive about Hermione’s affections. He didn’t like the idea of her dating other men and he hated the idea of her sleeping with anyone else, although he knew she wasn’t a virgin.

She continued. “I dated Ron the summer after the war ended, but we weren’t a good match. Then I dated someone last year, but he was older and didn’t see me as an equal partner. I’ve seen men for one or two dates, but usually decide I’m wasting my time when their eyes glaze over while I’m talking.”

He stroked her feet over the blanket as she talked.

“Are you wondering if I sleep with men as quickly as we did?” she asked.

“No. Well, I know you’ve slept with other men. I suppose the thought crossed my mind,” he said, hoping he hadn’t offended her.

“I’ve slept with two men before you, Draco. Normally, I don’t jump into bed with someone. It felt right and I wanted that closeness with you,” she confided.

“Closeness and very hot sex,” he said, pinching her big toe.

She squirmed and giggled. “Yes, you prat. You know you’re good in bed.”

“That’s very nice to hear, Granger. I live to serve.”

“So how did you get to be so good in bed?” she asked him.

“I think it’s just natural talent,” he said modestly.

“And lots of practice at Hogwarts?” she asked slyly.

“Those rumors weren’t really true,” he said. “I dated Pansy fourth year and part of fifth year. The other three women were one offs. I’ve found that it’s better for me to be alone than to be with someone who likes me for my parentage or the sick novelty of this mark on my arm.”

“I feel the same way. I’m comfortable enough with myself that I don’t need to be with someone unless I want to.”

Hermione leaned back into the cushions, enjoying Draco’s hands on her feet and legs.

“Are you able to visit your parents?” Hermione asked. He hadn’t mentioned them.

“I can visit them twice a year. I’m not allowed to see them at the same time, so I’ve seen my father once. He insisted I should see my mother when there was an opportunity to visit. I think my mother is doing her best to stay sane, but I’m not sure if she’ll make it through her imprisonment.”

Hermione felt tears prick her eyes. “I’m sorry, Draco.”

He sighed. “Thank you. But they supported pure-blood supremacy for years and these are the consequences for their actions. The last year of the war, they began to understand the ramifications of following You-Know-Who, but it was too late by then. I can’t fathom the world they supported, what it would have been if they had won.”

Draco felt sick imagining a world where Hermione was killed or enslaved based on the lottery of her birth.

“I sent my parents away during the war. I knew I couldn’t protect them, so I Obliviated myself from their memories and gave them new identities. When I went to Australia to give them back their memories, they were horrified by what I had done. I know they didn’t understand the extent of the war and I tried to explain to them why I had done what I did, but they no longer trust me and I think they’re scared of my magical power. They stayed in Australia. I’ve only seen them once since then.”

“You did the right thing, Hermione. They would have been killed.”

“I know I did. I wish they could understand my reasons. But I have to live with the repercussions of my actions.”

Draco realized then that she was almost as alone as he was. She had her friends, but they had their own lives. And he wouldn’t say this to her, but he didn’t know how much in common she had with her friends. He knew they had a shared history that bound them, but otherwise what interests did they share?

“Come here,” he said, pulling her towards him. She sat in his lap, breathing in his fresh, masculine scent.

“You smell good,” she said, kissing his temple.

“I don’t want you to see anyone else. Would you consider seeing me exclusively?”

She cupped his face and looked at him. “Yes.”

He leaned forward and kissed her pouty lips. It was early in their relationship, but Draco couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be with anyone else.
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