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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 Six

         “Draco—I… Were you serious just now?” I asked and then I gulped at what I saw in those stormy eyes. His gaze was penetrating and my emotions welled inside me, bubbling to the top. His expression was dead serious, there was no doubting that. “You definitely were,” I murmured and he nodded. “This is rash, far too rash. I don’t even know your favorite color?”
     “Red—Marry me, Hermione.”
     “My friends would have a fit. My Mum would like you, but Dad…He would probably like you too come to think of it. This is so strange! I can’t think of one good reason not to marry you. It’s as if my mind has suddenly gone blank!”
     “Kiss me,” he purred and he rose to his feet and pushed me against the cool, stone wall. With my back to the wall he pressed his body into me. His lips were hot and his tongue was soft like velvet as he plundered my mouth. I was lost in his kiss, I truly was.
     “Oh God, I do love you. I love you Draco—“
     “Love you to. Let’s get married,” he said staring into my eyes as he pushed a stray curl away from my eyes. “Come on, you love living on the edge, don’t you? I think this qualifies as the edge of a giant, fucking cliff. Only difference is that I’ll be your parachute and you can be mine,” the blond said and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t totally swoon upon hearing his words.
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     Hermione was still snoozing when Draco looked in on Edmond. Ten more minutes he thought to himself and then he would wake his sleeping beauty. “Edmond?” he said when he noticed that the tot’s bed was empty. He went on alert and he pulled out his wand. The bathroom was empty and after a quick check of the cottage he realized that his young son was gone. He would have to ask Potter about the wards on the property. Clearly there was a hole somewhere, a weakness where the vampire Barnabus was able to penetrate. Hell, he would prefer to just take them out of that shabby cottage altogether. They didn’t have to live in squalor; he and Hermione owned a house in Wiltshire. It wasn’t as big as The Manor, his childhood home, but it was a decent size and they had picked it out together shortly after Draco was promoted to Senior Healer. Now it sat empty, waiting for a family to move into it. He himself lived in the small apartment above the would be Apothecary, that also sat empty. For four years his life had been on hold, but things were looking up, finally, he told himself.
     “Edmond?” he called out as he trod outside. “Lumos,” he chanted but there was no sign of his son. He was about to call for the Aurors which would only alarm Hermione when he found Edmond at long last. “Edmond, thank Merlin,” he said when he came upon the sleeping boy. “What the…hell?” he mouthed when he found his son in a tree. It was the old oak just outside Edmond’s bedroom where he found him fast asleep. Edmond must have crawled out the window and into the tree. That by itself wouldn’t have been too disturbing had it not been for the fact that Edmond was sleeping in a tree that had twenty glowing, yellow eyes. Bats. Worse was the fact that Edmond was hanging upside down from the tree branch fast asleep. He cradled the tot in his arms and then took him back inside. I’ve got some reading to do, he said to himself and he was deeply worried as he tucked his son into bed for a second time that night.

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    An hour passed, or perhaps two. He lost time as he poured through book after book in search of answers. Hermione’s small collection of reference books was impressive, but he still hadn’t found exactly what he was looking for and so he sat, hunched over a dusty old book at the kitchen table where he read until his eyes hurt from the strain. He knew that in the morn he would travel to Malfoy Manor where he would dig into his father’s collection of Dark Arts books. In fact, he doubted that any normal wizarding books would hold anything of use to him in understanding the progression of vampirism. He shook his head at the thought of seeing his Dad again. It had been four years since he’d seen Lucius and Narcissa and that suited him fine. His parents were less than understanding when it came to Hermione’s living arrangement after the accident. Draco sighed upon remembering the altercation at the Manor. Since then, he’d never been back.
     “But Draco, dear, how on earth will she ever know who her true husband is if she’s living with one of the Weasley boys?” Narcissa asked.
     “That’s just it Mother,” Draco explained. “I don’t want her to know, not just yet. She doesn’t remember me, or rather us I should say. She remembers plenty of me but only the bad bits. The curse took much of her short term memory away. Perhaps in time though--”
     “You always were afraid to do what’s needed,” Lucius scoffed.
     “And just what does that mean Father?” he asked and a coldness swept through him. He steeled himself and put on the all too familiar Malfoy stoicism that he wore like armor.
     “It means stop being a dandy. Take your wife home from the hospital and force her to remember you! I won’t have a Malfoy living like a pauper with a wretched Weasley.”
     “Force Hermione? And how do you suppose I will do that?”
     “There are ways…”
     “I’m familiar with your ways, Father. Your so called ways will land me in Azkaban on charges of malpractice, or worse. No, it has to be this way. I can’t risk it.”
     “Risk what Draco?” Narcissa asked and she reached her hand out to touch him but then she drew it back. It was per the norm. Neither of his parents ever learned how to convey feelings of love.
     “She nearly leapt off the roof when she found out I was her husband,” Draco admitted.
     “Oh dear,” Narcissa said.
     “And you didn’t let her do it?” Lucius said and Draco’s blood began to boil.
     “I love my wife! Of course I didn’t let her do it.”
     “I’m just saying…” Lucius went on, “You could have been rid of a wife who is damaged and eventually, in time, you could remarry. The wizarding world would have sympathy for you and then you and that silly Parksinson girl could marry.”
     “Are you insane in your old age?” Draco raised his wand and shot a stunner at his Father. Lucius deflected it as Narcissa pulled out her wand and took on a defensive stance.
     “Now that’s the son that I raised,” Lucius said proudly when Draco narrowed his eyes on his Dad and then hooked his wand over his head in a typical fighting stance, for a dark wizard that is.
     “Please don’t hit the Rembrandt,” Narcissa said pointing to the priceless painting. At that, Draco dropped his wand.
     “You’re so fucked up,” he said under his breath. “The both of you—you’re the worst parents. I swear that I will not let my son grow up to be like either of you,” Draco said and he collapsed on the sofa and buried his head in his hands.
     “To be the worst parents is relative, but when you consider the source? Not so much. You failed the Dark Lord and now you fail me. A father cannot help but foster hope, and I did have hopes for you, but those died the day you married a Mudblood. Sad state of affairs that the Malfoy name should be dragged literally through the mud. Still, marrying her did sway some at the Ministry. She’s well liked,” Lucius said talking to himself more than he was Draco. “A son you say?” Lucius asked and he piqued an eyebrow.
     “They should have let you rot in Azkaban,” Draco said and he meant it.
     “Surely you don’t mean that, Draco,” Narcissa replied. “What’s this about a son?”
     “Hermione’s pregnant,” Draco said. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
     “Are you sure it isn’t a Weas—“ Lucius began but was cut off.
     “Say it Father! Go ahead and finish that sentence and I promise you that an Unforgiveable curse will pass across my lips. My wife’s memory of me is gone. I have nothing to lose by doing you in, right here, right now!” Draco howled, his voice deep and frightening.
     “Well with a baby on the way that changes everything. I agree that she should live,” Narcissa said and Draco just wanted to die right at that very moment. The realization of just how much Hermione meant to him finally hit him, and then, it was as if the Knight Bus had flattened him. She was his whole entire world. Without her there was nothing. He had a Mum and Dad who didn’t understand him, would never understand him.
     “That does change things, but there is a way out of this son. When the baby is born, you acquire custody. After her suicide attempt it shouldn’t be difficult at all to take the child away from her. I know the Wizengamot does not find favor in us, but they can’t ignore the facts. Then once the child is in your possession you can marry Pansy like we planned.”
     “I’m not marrying Pansy! Don’t you get it?”
     “Then that Healer, what’s her name, the pureblooded one? Mungo, Janet, that’s it isn’t it? You like her and she would make a much more suitable bride. You even share the same profession. Perhaps you could even open a practice together. I have it on good authority that she is not against the idea. Her father is a good friend and he assures me that--.”
     “I love Hermione! I don’t want anyone else. Stay out of my life. Do you understand? I don’t ever want to see you or speak to you, ever again. If you come near me or my family I will tell the Aurors everything I know about your involvement with the Dark Lord. You won’t receive a light sentence like last time, Father.”
     “You wouldn’t,” Lucius seethed.
     “Come near me or Hermione or my child and you will find out. That goes for you too Mother! You’re nothing to me anymore so long as you’re with him.”
     “This is preposterous. You’re my heir. The Malfoy riches will pass to your son if you choose this path Draco.”
     “Stay out of my life. I mean it. Do not tempt me Father.”
     “She will pop out a brood of red-haired brats and you will look the fool. Like a poison it will eat at you day and night, knowing that she shares another man’s bed. You’ll come crawling back to me, and when you do I will take you under my wing and teach you once again how to be a Malfoy.”

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     I yawned and sat up. The room was dark all but the light of the fire that cast a comfortable orange glow about the room. I noticed that I was alone and I frowned. I ruined our date. I don’t know why I was so tired but I was and I simply could not stay awake. I hadn’t meant to miss dinner. What must Draco think of me I worried. I would find him and explain. I padded to the kitchen, groggily, and then I stopped in my tracks when I saw the blond. He was reading and to an ordinary person that might not seem sexy, but to me it was gorgeous. Ron never read anything but the Quidditch scores, so seeing Draco with his head in a book, immersed in the wonderful world of learning turned me on. I ran my fingers through my hair, a futile attempt to fix it and then I pushed my breasts up in the dress in order to make them appear bigger. Oh I knew it was silly but I wanted him to find me attractive. No, I needed him to find me attractive. I had questions, a great many but more powerful than a need to know was the unshakeable feeling that I was his and he was mine. I stood before him and cleared my throat. “Uhh-hmm,” I fake coughed.
     “Hey, you’re awake,” he said gently and he lowered the book he was reading. I made a mental note of the chapter he was on. I couldn’t help it, its something that I just do automatically. Chapter twelve—creatures of the night. I would visit that thought later. “How are you feeling?”
     “I’m so sorry about dinner. I hope you ate—Oh Edmond, I have to check on him,” I said when I remembered my son.
     “It’s alright. We ate and the dinner was terrific. Thank you for preparing it. Edmond is sleeping soundly, but if you feel the need to check on him then you should,” Draco said and I relaxed.
     “I ruined our date,” I said, sounding more than a little deflated. “I wished you woke me, but then I guess I’m glad that you didn’t. I dreamt of us, you know?”
     “We should talk about it,” Draco said, though I had the feeling he was acting more like Healer Malfoy than Draco Malfoy, my former lover and fiancé?
     “Creatures of the night? Something we need to talk about?” I asked.
     “Yes, and we will. Tomorrow, alright? I promise. Right now I want to hear about your dream. Shall we?” the blond said and he ushered me back into the living room where he took a seat. I looked at him and then glanced at the chair across from where he sat, the chair he motioned for me to sit in. That’s when I made the decision.
     “Finding you reading, well I wasn’t expecting it.”
     “Is that a bad thing?” he asked.
     “No! In fact, it did things to me. Do you mind if I sit with you?”
     “I would like that very much,” he said and he went to scoot over. Instead, I lifted my dress and crawled into his lap, straddling the blond. Draco looked surprised, but pleasantly so in my choice of seating arrangement. “So what happened when you saw me reading?”
     “It made me think about certain things,” I said coyly and I trailed my index finger from his chest straight down to his belly button.
     “You don’t want to tell me?” he asked and he shifted in his seat with me perched upon on him. I felt it grow and harden. I was sitting on it, there was no hiding the fact that he was turned on by me straddling him. I smiled to myself because that was precisely what I wanted. We’d done an awful lot of kissing but nothing more and I wanted that to change. I was wild about Draco and I was beginning to feel confident in that he was wild about me too, so the erection that I felt only proved what I already knew to be true.
     “You proposed to me, didn’t you?” I asked and then I held my breath as I waited for his answer.
     “Do you want me to tell you?”
     “Yes, this time I do. I think I do, don’t I? Yes, I do,” I beamed. “You’re so very sexy. When I saw you reading, all I could think about was you and I.”
     “Hermione, I care for you very much. I will answer you, but I need to know where your head is at first.”
     “What do you mean?” I asked and I playfully fumbled with one of the buttons on his shirt. It came loose and I trailed my finger over the soft wisps of hair on his chest. I felt him shiver upon feeling my touch.
     “You asked me if I ever proposed to you, correct?” I nodded and then raked a hand through his hair. He didn’t seem to mind it one bit, in fact his eyes fell closed for a brief moment as if he enjoyed my touch. In truth, I had wanted to touch his hair ever since the day in the garden when I was picking the wiggentree root for Edmond’s healing potion. The way the light hit his golden hair was beautiful and I wanted to touch it. “Should I say yes, indeed I did ask you to marry me, what would your reaction be? Would you be happy or sad? Anxious? Would you want to off yourself because Draco Malfoy had fallen deeply in love with you, so much so that he wished to spend his whole life with you?”
     “Oh my God,” I said and tears burst from my eyes.
     “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry sweetness, please don’t cry,” he said and he was wiping my tears away again.
     “No, you should have said it. It was beautiful and perfect. I’m crying because I’m happy,” I said and I smiled. “We already have a beautiful son together. I’d be quite sad if you hadn’t proposed to me.” It was a serene feeling being in his arms and alone by the fire.
     “In that case I want you to know that your dream was accurate,” he said and he looped his arms around me. “I asked you to marry me.”
     “I’m glad,” I said. “Did my answer, I mean, was my response good or bad?”
     “Hermione, you’re fishing. Please don’t do that, not with me. You and I do not communicate that way.”
     “Oh, I see. How do we communicate?” I asked.
     “Honestly. Now please, ask me what it is you really want to ask.”
     “Were we married? No, wait, there’s more. This is hard, please bear with me.” I was struggling to ask it and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because I wanted it so much. I didn’t want my old life. I didn’t want Ron. I wanted Draco. “Are we still married?”
     Draco smiled. “Yes, we were married. No, I didn’t divorce you after the accident, so that would mean that we must still be married, right?” he said with a satisfied smirk that was drop-dead sexy.
     “I don’t remember a wedding,” I said and I was racking my brain to remember more about being in Professor Snively’s office that day.
     “You will, so don’t worry about it. Are you sure you’re good with this?”
     “We’re married? You and me…married? Wow,” I replied dumbly. I was numb, but in a good way. I had so many questions. “Draco, hold me,” I said. It was overwhelming, just all of it. I was sitting on the couch with my husband and it had only just dawned on me. “You’re my husband,” I said as if saying the words made it more true. “This is so much.”
     “I know it is babe, that’s why I don’t want you to overthink it right now. You will only cause yourself unnecessary anxiety. Tell me right now, what are you feeling?”
     “I feel, elated. I feel…Like I want to…well you know…. Is that wrong? All I can think about is you naked and how good it would feel lying next to you. I’m so sorry, I’m really messed up aren’t I?” I started to cry and I tried to get up off of him but he held me down. His hands were snugly on my hips and then he thrust into me and I felt his rock hard erection against my extremely moist panties.
     “Do I feel bothered in the least?” he asked and he began to unbutton his shirt. He shed his shirt right there with me sitting on him and when it was off I could hardly control myself.
     “You don’t seem bothered, I have to admit. Unless you mean hot and bothered,” I giggled and Draco smiled at me. His eyes sparkled in the firelight like when the sun hits the silver scales of a tropical fish.
     “You’re right, I am hot for you. Shouldn’t a man be hot for his wife?” he asked and I was beginning to feel not so messed up and crazy after all.
     “You’re so handsome,” I murmured and I smoothed my hands over his chest. “We lost so much time, and I still don’t remember everything,” I said as my hands continued to stroke his chest. I was in heaven as I ran my fingers through the soft tendrils of blond hair. I leaned in and kissed his chest. If truth be told I wanted to kiss every centimeter of his body. He held me snugly in his arms, so tight that all of my anxiety went right out the window.
     “It will come. Rome wasn’t built in a day,” the blond said and he had a point, that I shouldn’t rush it.
     “Are you angry? I mean, I don’t understand why I was living here with Ron. I know what Ron said, that I thought he and I were together, but, how? Why? What about you? God what you must have gone through. I’m so sorry, Draco!”
     “Shhh, it wasn’t your fault. Let’s not do this tonight. All of that can come later. That’s over now, alright? This is what we have now. As your Healer and as your husband I’m asking you to focus on the here and now. You and I are going to work on gaining the rest of your memory, but in time love, in time. Now, it’s pretty late and Edmond will be up in a few hours.”
     “Yes, I need to go to bed,” I said.
     “Right then, I’ll see you in the morning,” he said and he gently moved me off of him. “That’s my cue to leave. Thanks for dinner babe, it was delicious, truly.”
     “You can’t go,” I said.
     “It’s alright, I understand. You need time. I’m not angry in the least.” He wasn’t mad, but he looked sad.
     “Dragon, you’re coming to bed with me! Where did you plan to go in the middle of the night? You got some cutie on the side that you’re shacked up with?” I joked.
     “You know I don’t,” he smirked.
     “Good, because you’re going to need your strength. I plan on wearing you out tonight, husband,” I said and then I looped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.
     “I missed this so damn much,” he said and then he scooped me into his arms as he made for the bedroom.

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Sorry to leave ya' at a bit of a cliffy. The next scene is fairly steamy and long, so I had to cut it here for now. I'm still writing though, so hopefully it won't take me as long to get the next chapter up. Thanks to those who have left reviews! It let's me know that people are reading this story, and honestly I can be a procrastinator, but not if I know people are waiting for a chapter lol
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