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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70654 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N.- CU_Spacecowboy, Draco didn't forget Hermione and Harry were friends, but he's a jealous man. Draco's an odd combination of lonely, spoiled and inexperienced with love. Those qualities can cause him to act in an impulsive way, at least with regard to Hermione. Thank you for reading. :)

“Hermione, do you want to go Christmas shopping with me?” Jean Granger asked her daughter.

“No thanks, Mum.”

Jean had watched her daughter mope about the house the past few days. She had tried to get Hermione to talk, but all she would say was that she was tired. Jean couldn’t dispute that the end of the semester was hard, but Hermione seemed sad, too.

“Is your friend still coming on Christmas day?” Jean gently asked Hermione.

“Probably not. I’m sorry I forgot to mention it to you.”

“Did you and Draco break up, Hermione?”

Hermione looked at her mother’s worried face and began to cry. Jean took Hermione in her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s just so complicated, Mum.”

Jean knew love wasn’t always easy. Her daughter had inhabited a different world for the past seven years. Hermione’s gifts were miraculous, but with those gifts came a world where she was looked down upon for her birth. Jean didn’t understand all the nuances of the bigotry in the wizarding world, but she knew her daughter felt marginalized enough to come back to the Muggle world.

“We support whatever you want, love. If you’re supposed to end up together, he’ll do right by you.”

Hermione nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Let’s get you out of this house. I’ve noticed you could use some new clothes. We’ll make it a girls’ day, okay?”

“Can we eat lunch at Selfridges?” Hermione asked.

“Absolutely.”

Several hours later, the Granger ladies walked back into the house laden with bags. Jean hadn’t had many opportunities to spoil her daughter and it was a treat to buy her clothes that showcased her beauty and style.

The Grangers ate dinner together, the ladies telling Richard about their marathon shopping spree at Selfridges. He was pleased to see Hermione in much better spirits than she had been the past few days.

After the family finished dinner and watched some telly, Hermione said goodnight to her parents, leaving them to watch a re-run of Doctor Who. Jean cuddled into Richard’s side, enjoying his comforting scent.

“Did you find out what’s going on with our girl?” he asked.

Jean sighed. “I think she and Draco are on the outs again, but she didn’t give me very much information.”

“He won’t be coming for Christmas, I suppose,” Richard said.

“Hermione doesn’t think he’ll show up. I had hoped to meet him. Maybe he’ll surprise her. I’ll prepare enough for a guest and have a small gift for him, just in case.”

“My Jean, the eternal optimist.”

Christmas day dawned cold and snowy. At the end of his bed, Draco found a few presents from his parents. All the items were high-end and impersonal. Draco had given the elves the day off, so he went to the kitchen to figure out what he could scrounge up. He found several baked goods and made himself tea.

Sitting in the library, eating his scone and sipping his hot Earl Grey, Draco decided he would go to Hermione’s family home. He had bought her a gift several weeks ago. If she didn’t want him there he was certain she would tell him to leave. He knew he had let his anger take over last time he had seen her. Again. He was fairly certain that if she forgave him, he wouldn’t get another chance if he fucked up one more time.

Draco took a deep breath as he walked up to the Granger house. Her home was modest compared to his, but it was pleasant looking. He could see the glowing Christmas tree in the front window. A fresh pine wreath adorned the front door.

He had chosen two bottles of wine from the cellar and picked a small rosemary topiary potted in terracotta from his greenhouse for her parents. Hermione’s gift was in his pocket. He would give that to her when they had a moment alone.

He knocked on the door. A petite, confident-looking woman answered. She had curly, shoulder length hair and warm brown eyes.

“Draco?” she said, smiling.

Remembering his manners, he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Draco Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

She beckoned him into the house. “Call me Jean. I’m Hermione’s mother. Hermione, your friend is here,” she called.

“These are for you and Mr. Granger,” Draco said, handing her the rosemary and wine.

“Thank you, dear,” she said, taking the gifts from him.

Draco saw Hermione walking towards him from the back of the house. The look she gave him was confused.

“Hermione, I’m going to help your father in the kitchen,” Jean said, squeezing her daughter’s shoulder.

Hermione waited until her mother was out of the room before saying anything.

“What are you doing here, Draco?” Her navy blue sweater dress hugged her slender form. Light makeup accentuated her dark eyes and full lips. Draco thought his gift would be gorgeous on her.

“I told you I would join your family for Christmas dinner.”

“That invitation was given before you humiliated me in front of Harry,” she said wearily. “Look, Draco, my parents don’t need to be witness to one of your outbursts.”

Draco wanted to roll his eyes, but held back. “Hermione, I promise to be on my best behavior.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the formal living room, away from the front door. Standing close to her he looked at her distrusting face and knew he had to give her something to work with.

“Can we talk for a moment?”

Hermione nodded.

“I was really horrible to you at your flat. You don’t deserve that from me. When it comes to you, my jealousy knows no bounds.” He held onto her hands and examined her pensive expression.

“Draco, you have no claim on me. You aren’t my boyfriend and you never were. I think we could be friends, but that’s all. I won’t get involved with someone who would never have me meet his parents or even take me to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.” She took her hands from his, carefully watching his face for evidence of anger.

He looked down at the floor. “I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stay away from you. I think about you all the time.” Draco pulled a gold box out of his pocket. “I got these for you after I saw your short hair.”

Hermione slowly opened the box and gasped when she found a pair of round sapphire studs surrounded by a halo of tiny diamonds.

“This is too much, Draco!”

He waved her off. “Hardly. I noticed you never wear earrings, but they’d look stunning with your new hair. Will you put them on?”

Somewhat reluctantly she agreed. These earrings were now the nicest thing in her jewelry box.

Draco smiled when she showed him the round dark blue gems on her ears. He led her to a mirror and stood behind her as she admired the twinkling earrings.

“Thank you for the thoughtful gift.” She turned and hugged him. Draco enjoyed the embrace for a moment before she stepped out of his arms.

“Come on. I bet it’s time to eat,” she said, leading him towards the dining room.

Hermione’s parents were kind, polite and intelligent. Draco wondered what it would have been like to grow up with so much love. It was clear they knew enough about Draco not to put him on the spot, which he very much appreciated. He didn’t want to talk about the Malfoys, his parents or what a cock he had been as a kid.

After they ate a rich chocolate and orange soufflé, Hermione offered to clean up.

“No, darling, spend some time with Draco. Your father and I can clean up,” Jean replied.

“Thanks, Mum, Dad.”

“Thank you for the wonderful meal, Mr. and Mrs. Granger,” Draco said, excusing himself from the table.

They walked to the Christmas tree.

“I got you this before graduation,” Hermione admitted. “Oh, and Mum and Dad have a little gift for you, too.”

Draco felt his stomach clench at her admission. He would push that feeling aside and focus on enjoying his time with Hermione.

Two wrapped gifts were presented to him. He opened the gift from Hermione’s parents first. Inside was an assortment of Muggle candies.

“I told Mum you liked sweets,” Hermione chuckled. “You’ll like the Lion bar.”

“No doubt. I’ll be sure to thank them.”

Hermione’s gift was wrapped in shiny green paper with a silver ribbon. Draco carefully unwrapped it to find an ornately engraved silver Snitch with his name on one of its delicate wings. Seeing how careful Hermione was with her money, Draco knew she must have saved for such a fine gift. She didn’t have the resources of other girls he had dated, yet her gift was the most personal present he’d ever received.

“It’s amazing, Hermione. Thank you.”

She didn’t understand the impact her gift had made on him. She smiled.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.”



“Richard, did you see Hermione’s earrings?” Jean asked her husband in a hushed whisper.

“I did,” he nodded. “What do you make of that, love?”

“He clearly has strong feelings for our girl, but she’s so wary of him. I think he’s trying.”

“I agree. The earrings aren’t the type of gift you give someone you aren’t serious about pursuing.” Richard had liked the interested way Draco Malfoy had watched his daughter when she talked. He was clearly a smart fellow and had been an enjoyable dinner guest.

Jean thought about the dynamic between her daughter and her fair-haired friend. They were well-matched in many respects. Although she liked Draco, she was first and foremost concerned with her daughter’s happiness. She hoped Draco had the strength of character to pursue a meaningful relationship with Hermione. Her daughter deserved a partner who appreciated her myriad of gifts.

Jean sighed. “I wish I could protect her from heartbreak, but she’s an adult. She’s been taking care of herself for a long time. If she loves him, we’ll come to care for him as well.”

Richard hugged his wife to his side and kissed her cheek. He knew Jean worried about their only child, but he had faith that even if she did get her heart broken, Hermione would learn from the experience and move on.

The family watched It’s A Wonderful Life with Draco seated close to Hermione on the loveseat. His introduction to film was mesmerizing. He’d always thought Muggle life would be primitive and crude, but the way Hermione and her family lived was rich and dynamic.

Richard and Jean fell asleep during the movie. Draco took advantage and pulled Hermione into his arms as they watched the television. Over the course of the evening, she had warmed to him. It had helped that her parents were accepting of his presence.

“Come to the manor for New Year’s Eve,” he whispered into her ear. She shivered.

“I don’t know, Draco.”

His fingers lightly trailed up and down her forearm.

“Just think about it.”

Having Hermione this close made Draco inwardly groan. He’d never gone so long without sex. He hadn’t been with anyone since he’d last slept with Hermione.

“Do you miss it?” Draco’s hands softly massaged her scalp.

“What?” she breathed.

“Being intimate.” His voice was so quiet, she wasn’t sure if he’d said what she thought she’d heard.

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

Not wanting to ruin the closeness he had developed with Hermione over the past few hours, Draco refrained from pressing her for more. He was working towards getting Hermione to trust him again. After all the times he’d screwed up, he knew she wasn’t going to jump back into bed with him. He couldn’t even blame her. Self-preservation was a Slytherin’s greatest trait.

When the movie ended, Draco decided it was time to go. He looked over at the elder Grangers and marveled at their attachment to each other. After all their years together, they still relished each other’s company. Mrs. Granger’s head rested on her husband’s chest while his cheek rested on her curly hair. There was something sweet and compassionate about their love.

Hermione walked Draco to the fireplace in the formal living room so he could floo home.

“Thank you for inviting me into your home.” He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. Hermione stood still, unsure about how to proceed with this mercurial man.

“Come get me at 8:00 on New Year’s Eve,” she said impulsively.

Draco grinned at her. “Okay.”

He threw floo powder into the flames and disappeared.

Hermione watched the green flames die down before taking herself up to bed, her mind replaying the unexpected evening.
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