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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
November 5, 1998

When Draco woke, he noticed a note hovering next to his bed. He grabbed it.

I went to Taos to do my shopping for the week. Your house was so quiet; I knew you were asleep. I’ll be back in the afternoon. Coffee High does a great huevos rancheros for breakfast. I know you’ll like it.    -H

Draco was pleased Hermione wanted him to know where she was. He wanted to do something nice for her today. He would explore the stores on the plaza and see if he could find something for her.

Hermione wasn’t sure why she had let things get so heavy with Draco when he admitted his feelings for her the night before. It was almost like she wanted to see if he would still want her, despite her issues. She knew he had issues, too, but he seemed to hold himself together well. In the short time they had been friends, she felt a connection to him. She would open her heart to Draco, as scary as that was to do. She feared losing another person, but instinctively she knew she would have to give herself over to this relationship if it was going to be successful.


While she went from store to store picking up her items, she spied a gorgeous lingerie set. Hermione knew that eventually, if she and Draco continued their relationship, they would be great in bed. The past few nights she had fallen asleep after touching herself, imagining Draco touching her. She was pleased he found her beautiful. She relished the way his gaze roved over her body. She bought the set.

Hermione treated herself to lunch at a French bistro that served the most delectable savory crepes and espresso. While she was in the bistro, she noticed a man smiling appreciatively at her. When she was walking out, he gave her a wink. She giggled to herself.

She disapparated to her casita with her hands full of bags. She saw Draco walking towards her from his casita.

“Let me help you,” he said, grabbing bags from her.

Hermione opened the door to the casita and took the bags to the kitchen table.

“How has your day been so far?” she asked Draco, smiling at him. He put the bags down and began to hand her groceries from her bags.

“Pretty good. I had a slow morning. I ate at the café, like you suggested. After that, I walked around the plaza,” he said, handing her a package of Parmesan cheese.

“I had a nice morning of shopping in Taos. You should come with me next week, we’ll have lunch at my favorite little bistro,” she took the food Draco handed her and put it in the refrigerator.

Draco watched Hermione putting away the groceries. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, leather boots with a small heel, and a cashmere sweater in dark purple. The sweater had a deep V-neck, which showcased her ample cleavage. Her long hair hung in ringlets down her back. Dark, thick lashes framed her big eyes. Her nose was straight and even, with a smattering of freckles along the bridge. But her lips were the best part of her face. The bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top lip. Her lips were pink and moist. And even though he had teased her about her teeth in their youth, she had straight, white teeth now. She was the type of woman Draco could imagine getting sexier with age.

Draco was enjoying watching Hermione when he pulled out something silky from a bag. He looked down and saw that he was holding a very skimpy pair of panties. Hermione turned around and saw him holding her sexy purchase in his hand.

She squeaked out an, “Oh!” Draco looked at her and stuffed the panties back into the bag.

He looked away for a second, put the bag down and stalked towards Hermione. He backed her against the wall, his hands slamming down on either side of her head. His body pushed against hers. Draco kissed her hard, his lips bruising hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Hermione’s tongue danced with Draco’s. He explored her mouth, his hands moving into her hair, pulling her head close. Draco ground his hard cock into her. He felt her gasp into his mouth. Draco pulled away from Hermione’s mouth, trying to catch his breath. Her hard breathing was pushing her round breasts into his chest.

“We are going to finish putting away your food, then I am going to ravish you,” Draco said and reluctantly pulled away from Hermione.

“Yes, sir,” she said, giving him a smirk. Hermione was so turned on by his aggressiveness.

She used her wand to put away the rest of the food. In an instant, Draco was walking back towards her bedroom.

Draco sat on the bed and tugged her onto his lap. He nuzzled her neck, lightly kissing and nipping. She ran her hands through his fine hair, her nails lightly scraping his scalp. Draco ran his hands over her back, then pushed her onto the bed. He crawled over her body, until they were face to face. He kissed her again, letting his weight settle over her. She spread her legs so she could feel his erection between their bodies. They continued to kiss, Draco trying to keep his wits about him. Draco rolled off her, so he could explore her body.

They lay face to face on their sides, both of them trying to control their breathing. Draco gently ran his hand along her arms, over her hips and back up. Hermione knew Draco was fascinated by her curves and let him explore. She’d have time to explore his body later. He toyed with the vee of her sweater, grazing the tops of her breasts. He delicately traced her throat and collarbone. He leaned in to kiss Hermione, wrapping his arm around her back and tugging her closer. She kissed him with lazy twirls of her tongue, his hand wandering down to cup her ass. Hermione looked forward to having his hands on her bare skin.

Draco found himself pushing into the juncture between Hermione’s thighs. She moaned and rubbed herself against him.

“Mmm, that feels good Draco,” she whispered.

Draco pulled her on top of him and continued to kiss her. They could grind their bodies together while he explored her round, biteable ass. She leaned her elbows on either side of his face, bracing her body so she could writhe against him, rubbing her clit against his cock. Draco reached under her sweater and unhooked her bra. Hermione sat up on Draco, pulled her sweater off and threw the bra to the floor.

“Don’t move for a moment,” he murmured, looking up at Hermione. His hand rested on her waist, “You are luscious. How did I ever stay away from you?”

Hermione closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Draco reached up and cupped her breasts. She moaned and began rocking her pelvis back and forth. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Her breasts swayed with her rocking, little moans and heavy breaths coming out of her mouth. Draco watched her dance on top of his body, enjoying the sight of her breasts. He pulled her breasts down to his mouth to suck on the hard, pink nipples. Hermione continued to rub herself on him, beginning to speed up. Draco sucked on one nipple hard and pinched the other one and Hermione screamed.

“Merlin! Yes, yes, yes!” Draco could actually feel her wetness through their pants. She slumped over him, breathing hard into his ear.

“Oh. Wow,” she breathed, “That was incredible.”

Hermione got off of Draco and lay down next to him. Her breath came out in long exhales.

“I want you to watch me jack off. When you’re ready to touch me, I want you to remember what I like.” Draco knew Hermione was excited by his assertiveness.

Hermione turned towards him as he pulled his pants down. His cock sprang free of his clothes. It was thick and red, with a large, smooth head. Draco had a thick patch of hair at the base of his penis and large balls. The slit of his penis glistened with pre-cum. He fisted his penis and began to work his hand up and down, swiping the head with a thumb every few strokes. Hermione watched his face. He looked so serious, but his breathing was hard. He began to stoke faster, tightening his grip. Finally, his body stiffened and he cried out. White cum shot out of his penis, covering his hand and belly. When his breathing evened out, he grabbed his wand with his clean hand and muttered a cleaning spell.

Hermione leaned over and kissed him. She got up and went into the bathroom. Draco loved watching her full breasts as she walked. She came back from the bathroom in a robe. Draco had re-dressed and was lounging on the bed. Hermione sat next to him.

“I got you something while I was in town today,” Draco said, giving her a small, flat box.

Hermione opened the box to find a pair of silver hoops with chunks of turquoise studded in the silver. They were artsy and earthy and exactly what she would’ve picked for herself.

“I love them, Draco. Thank you,” she said. She put them on, “What do you think?”

“You’re gorgeous.” He pulled her hair away from her ears to see the earrings, then placed a kiss on her temple.

The couple decided to scrounge a meal of leftovers from Hermione’s kitchen. They sat at the kitchen table and ate beef stew and pizza, cookies and chocolate cake.

Draco had read many books on sex. They were a common staple in the Slytherin boys’ dorm. He was curious about her knowledge of sex.

She must have been curious about his knowledge of sex, too, “Draco, do you know the game 20 Questions?” She had a sassy glint in her eyes as she looked at him.

“I do. Would you like to play, Miss Granger?” He was glad she was as inquisitive as he.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I’ll start. When was your first kiss?”

“Fourth year, after the Yule Ball. Pansy Parkinson,” he responded.

“Miss Granger, who was your first kiss?”

“Viktor Krum. A few days after the Yule Ball. Next question. How many girls have you kissed?”


He thought, “One. Well, now two.”

Hermione was surprised. “You?” he said.

“Well, four, including you. But I have never been kissed as thoroughly as you kissed me tonight.” She smiled at him, “How far did you go with Pansy?”

“Only kissing,” he said, “What is the farthest you’ve gone before?”

“Breasts were touched,” she said, “My turn. Who did you have a crush on at Hogwarts?”

Draco laughed, “Well, before things got awful, I liked any girl with big breasts. I had a weird crush on Millicent Bulstrode first year.”

Hermione remembered the awkward way Millicent fit into her shirts. She giggled.

Draco asked, “What is your favorite body part?”

“I like my waist. I didn’t know I had an hourglass figure until I put on some weight.” Draco loved the way her waist narrowed under her ribs and flared out at her hips.

Hermione asked, “What was your favorite part about tonight?”

“Watching you come. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he grabbed her hand, “What about you?”

“Your passion. The way you took charge. That really turned me on,” she shyly looked at him.

He squeezed her hand, “I thought it was the right thing to do. It seemed to free you to be in the moment.”

“How do you know me so well, Draco?” she wondered out loud.

“I’ve been watching you for years, Hermione. Do you remember getting a pink rose for Valentine’s Day sixth year?” he asked.

“I do. I didn’t know who sent it.” Did Draco send her the flower she had pressed in her copy of Hogwarts, A History?

“I sent it to you. I was having a horrible day and you gave me a reassuring smile. I’m sure I didn’t reciprocate, but I really needed that smile. It meant a lot coming from you.” Draco had received a letter from his mother that morning about the vanishing cabinet, urging him to do what he needed to fix it.

Draco pulled Hermione to her feet and led her to the sofa. She sat down and Draco laid his head in her lap, his legs hanging off the arm of the cozy couch. She combed her fingers through his hair.

“Keep doing that,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

“Do you have any fantasies?” she asked him.

“I had a great one about you sucking me off in the hot spring,” he replied.

“Really… I think that idea has merit,” she whispered.

“What is your fantasy, Hermione?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she said.

He laughed, “I doubt it. It’s probably very hot, knowing your active imagination.”

“Are you familiar with soixante-neuf?” she asked.

Draco groaned. “You are killing me, woman.”

“Too much?” Hermione asked.

He looked up at her, “No, not too much. I want to do that and more.”

Her fingers explored his face. Her touch was a healing balm to him. He was not going to let this go. Now that he had an idea of the type of life he might have with this muggle-born goddess, he was going to fight to keep her by his side.

November 6, 1998

Draco woke up on Hermione’s couch, a crick in his neck. She had covered him with a thick blanket. He remembered that she was going to work in the lab with Jesus Machado today. Sitting up, Draco stretched his arms above his head. Draco noticed Hermione had left him coffee in a travel mug and a couple of muffins on a plate. He used her bathroom. While he washed his hands, he looked into the mirror and noticed his face looked less gaunt and he’d lost the dark circles around his eyes. He knew that change in his appearance was due to Hermione’s hearty cooking and from the happiness he had experienced being with her.

As he ate the breakfast she had left out for him, he thought about what they had done the previous evening. He recalled every touch, every word. Finally, he decided it was time to start his day. He washed and put away the dishes he’d used, then headed back to his casita.

When he walked up to the door, he saw an owl waiting for him. The owl was Narcissa Malfoy’s. The haughty bird let him take the letter off its leg, then flew away.

Draco,

            Your father was killed in Azkaban. Please come home to attend his funeral and help me to sort out what remains of the Malfoy estate. I’ve enclosed a portkey for Tuesday morning, 6:00 a.m. your time.
                                                                                    Love,
                                                                                    Mother

Draco sat on his sofa looking at the note. His father was lost to him anyway, but he felt a sense of moroseness at the loss. Part of his unhappiness was knowing he would have to leave Hermione. He would come back to her after he helped his mother sort through the sure-to-be mess Lucius had left his family.

Hermione left the potions lab thinking about Draco. He made her feel so beautiful and desirable. Jesus had noticed her inattention that morning and had her perform mundane tasks, instead of the detailed work he had come to expect from her. Usually that kind of mild rebuke bothered Hermione, but she was just too exhilarated to care.

She went to Draco’s casita first to see if he wanted go into the village for dinner. She knocked on his red door.

He opened the door and gave her a small smile, “Hey.”

“What is it?” she asked him. He handed her the letter.

He sat on the couch and Hermione sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Draco.” She felt for Draco, even though she had thought his father was a monster.

He breathed in her scent, enjoying the warmth of her body and her closeness.

“He was already lost to us. The Malfoy finances are going to be a right mess. I’m the legal heir, so I have to deal with the solicitors and bank.” Draco wrapped his arms around her waist.

“When do you leave?” Hermione asked.

“Early tomorrow morning. Let’s make the most of tonight. I want to take you out for dinner. We’ll go somewhere posh,” he looked at her, then lightly kissed her chin. She nuzzled his face with her own, relishing his touch.

“Give me an hour, then come by for me,” she said, getting up and walking to the door.

Hermione quickly showered. She jumped out and brushed through her long hair, slathered a jasmine and patchouli lotion all over and tried to figure out what she was going to wear. She wanted to wear something that complimented the earrings from Draco. She had bought a clingy, charcoal grey dress a few weeks ago. The jersey fabric hugged her curves and highlighted her hourglass figure. The deep scoop of the neckline showed off her plump breasts. Because it was cold, she would wear black tights and high-heeled leather boots. With that settled, Hermione went back into the bathroom to put on her makeup.

Hermione brushed on powder and blush, stroked two coats of black mascara on her long lashes and decided to play up her lips, swiping on a coat of plum hued lipstick. She twisted her hair into a French twist, letting a few loose tendrils frame her face.

Draco knocked and let himself in.

“I’m almost ready. Come in and talk to me,” she called out.

Hermione was slipping on her dress when Draco came into her bedroom. He stood in the doorway, looked at her half dressed state and reconsidered going to dinner. She sat on the edge of her bed to put on her boots.

“You look handsome,” she said, smiling at him.

He had worn a pair of black slacks with a light grey dress shirt. He had left the top button open. He wore a buttery soft black leather jacket and a green cashmere scarf. He completed the look with his traditional dragon hide boots.

Draco loved watching Hermione get ready for their date. She put on the earrings and found a turquoise wrap to wear over her dress.

“I’m ready. Do you want to try a restaurant I read about? It’s a Monday night, so I think we’ll be able to get in.” She grabbed a small black bag and put her wand into it.

“Lead the way,” he said.

The pair had an intimate dinner at a tiny restaurant in wizarding Santa Fe. They lingered over their meal, enjoying several courses.

Draco apparated them back to his casita, holding Hermione close to his body. They landed in front of his door.

“Will you stay with me while I pack?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she said.

Draco led her back to his bedroom. He lit the fireplace. The fragrant wood crackled and popped as it slowly began to heat the chilled room. Hermione sat in a comfortable chair near the fireplace, watching him look over his things. He seemed slightly disoriented.

“Come with me to Wiltshire,” he said. Hermione gave him a sympathetic half-smile.

“Draco, it’s not the right time for me to go back. Your mum needs you to help her sort out everything. I don’t want you to be distracted by me.” Hermione believed everything she had just said. She worried that his return to England would be the end of their brief affair. Not wanting to come off as lonely or desperate, she kept that last part to herself.

He gave her a long look, his eyes cool. He resumed his packing. Hermione wanted to say something, but they had just admitted their nascent feelings. She couldn’t change all her plans. She had started to feel better about her life over the past few months of living and working in Truchas.

Draco felt a stab of hurt at her rejection, but he knew she was trying to be reasonable. He had to admit that he didn’t know how his mother might react to Hermione. His mother wasn’t as bigoted as his father, but she had never been enthusiastic about muggle-borns and half-bloods.

After a few minutes, Draco had his things packed with the exception of what he needed to get ready in the morning. Hermione got up.

“I’m going to go,” she said. She stepped closer and wrapped him in a hug. Draco hugged her tightly.

“Stay,” he whispered into her hair.

“Okay.”

They took off their shoes and crawled on top of the bed. Draco spooned Hermione’s body, hugging her to him. He luxuriated in her feel and smell, enjoying listening to her soft breathing.

“I’ll miss you,” she said.

“I’ll be back after I get this sorted out,” he replied.

Hermione didn’t say anything else. She hoped they could continue to explore this thing between them, but she wouldn’t expect Draco to return to her. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to hope, her heart still tender after losing her parents.

When Hermione woke the next morning, Draco was gone.
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