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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 story will end up being about 12 chapters. I have all but the last three written.

“Hermione, I’ve got to get ready for work, love,” Draco whispered into her ear.

“I can make us coffee before you go,” she said sleepily, her long curls fanned over her bare back.

“Get a few more minutes of sleep. I’ll come by at lunch to see you.”

“Okay. See you at lunch,” she murmured into the pillow.

It took all his willpower to leave his naked, relaxed Hermione and go back to his quiet cottage.

When Draco went into the Dark Arts Library that afternoon, two researchers from the department were chatting with Hermione, eyeing her shapely figure. She was, Draco knew, oblivious. One of the men was very familiar with her. He attempted to touch her and get her attention, but she remained professional. It pissed Draco off that this lecher couldn’t take a hint.

Finally, Draco walked up to the group.

“Miss Granger,” he said.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Draco. “Gentlemen, I have an appointment with Mr. Malfoy. Please excuse me.”

The men glared at Draco. Keep the fuck away from her, his eyes said as he scowled back at them.

She led Draco to her office and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Come here,” he said, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her hard, his tongue demanding her submission. She melted into him, letting his hands roam freely. She was dizzy with the intense contact.

Draco used one hand to push her silky stockings and knickers down, then found her moist pussy with his long fingers. Her back arched as he fingered her and pinched at her clit.

“Merlin, Draco,” she gasped. Within seconds Hermione felt herself coming undone as Draco continued fucking her with his talented hand.

She clung to him as her body shivered and her pussy pulsed around his fingers.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her legs struggling to hold her up.

Draco kneeled and helped her right her underthings. He sprinkled kisses over her thighs as he pulled her knickers and stockings up. He righted her dress, smoothing it over her hips. She leaned against the wall, trying to compose herself as Draco continued to possessively touch her.

“What was that?” she finally asked.

He kissed her cheek and sat her down.

“I’m starved,” he said, taking out his sandwich and taking a big bite.

Hermione certainly wasn’t hungry. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m going to get you back for that when you least expect it.”

“Bring it on, Granger,” he said, his smirk evident in his voice.

After a distracting afternoon, thanks to Draco’s lunchtime interruption, Hermione came home to find the Potter’s owl waiting at her kitchen window.

“Hello, Rufus,” she said to the multicolored owl. “What have you got for me?”

Rufus let her take the parchment from his leg, then accepted a treat and flew out the window.

Hermione,

Would you and your beau like to join us for dinner on Friday night, about 7:00?
Love,
Ginny

Hermione wanted Draco to join her at the Potter’s house. They had agreed to see each other exclusively and frankly, if she and Draco were together, he needed to get to know her friends.

Hermione began to chop vegetables for stir-fry when she heard Draco Apparate into her yard. She had adjusted the wards to allow him to Apparate into her house, but he thought it was rude to pop into her house. He gave a knock at her door, then let himself in.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Hermione called.

Draco walked into the kitchen and kissed her cheek.

“Hi.”

“Hi to you. Is stir-fry alright for dinner?” she asked.

“Sure. What do you want me to do?”

“Would you get us wine and set the table? Dinner will be ready in about half an hour.”

Hermione made rice and sautéed vegetables with shrimp. Within a short time, they were sitting down to eat.

“This looks great,” Draco complimented.

“Thanks. I wanted shrimp tonight.”

“How was the rest of your day?”

“It was fine. I was fairly distracted,” she said pointedly.

“Were you? Huh. My afternoon passed quickly,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh, Harry and Ginny would like to have us over for dinner on Friday. They know I’m seeing someone and they’d like to meet you. I know there’s a lot of history there, but they’ve grown up, too.” Hermione looked at Draco.

“But they don’t know you’re dating me. I’ll have to think about it,” Draco said with a surly voice.

Hermione was taken aback. “They don’t know it’s you, but my friends want me to be happy and I’ve told Ginny I’m happy with you. I think they’d give you a chance, Draco.”

Draco didn’t say anything else about the invitation and instead focused on finishing his food.

By the end of the meal, Hermione began to feel uncomfortable with the awkward silence.

“I think I’ll go back to my place tonight,” Draco said. “I have a few things I want to take care of before work tomorrow.”

“Um, okay.” She was truly at a loss for words.

“Well, goodnight,” he said, grabbing his things as he walked to the front door.

He didn’t look back at her as he left the house.

As soon as Hermione heard Draco leave, tears welled in her eyes. They had agreed to give each other space, but Hermione didn’t think that was the issue. Draco had become distant as soon she mentioned the dinner invitation. Hot, angry tears spilled over, tracking down her cheeks.

Hermione spelled the kitchen clean and decided to channel her hurt into yoga practice. She changed and got out her mat. She stretched her body, going so deep into certain poses that she felt pain. She tried to empty her mind, but her thoughts centered on the cold man who had left her house without a backward glance.

Malfoy may have changed, but he’s not a totally different person. You knew this side of him would come out sooner or later.

They had communicated so well over the past few weeks that Hermione was appalled that their breakdown in communication would happen so abruptly. His chilly demeanor shut down her ability to talk to him. She was frustrated that their evening had no closure. If Draco didn’t want to have dinner with the Potters, she could have accepted that, for now.

Hermione was sweaty and tired when she finished her practice an hour later. She went into her bathroom and took a steaming hot shower. While she shampooed, conditioned, shaved and scrubbed, she thought maybe she might need some time to herself, too.

“Arsehole!” she screamed, stamping her feet on the shower floor.

Instead of being cathartic, her anger led to more tears. She shut off the tap and roughly toweled off her body.

She didn’t even brush out her hair, but crawled into bed naked and chilled from her wet mane. Tears continued to plague her, falling from her eyes when she’d think of how much Draco’s dismissal of her had hurt.

Eventually, she fell asleep, after an hour of tossing and turning.

Draco contemplated visiting Hermione in her library the following day at work, but couldn’t quite put together the reason he practically ran out of her house. He was embarrassed by his cowardly behavior. He knew she deserved better, but the idea of facing Potter and his wife wasn’t feasible to him.

His stomach turned at the thought of Hermione breaking things off with him. She might not think she could do better than Draco, but he knew she could. He saw the covetous looks Muggles and wizards alike gave him when he walked with her. She had the type of inviting personality and warm looks that beckoned men. Hermione was oblivious to that, but Draco knew she would eventually land someone far superior to him.

He half-heartedly worked on the Silentium all day, not bothering to stop for lunch. He left work at 5:00 and ran errands he had put off since he began to see Hermione.

When he got home two hours later, he walked into his darkened cottage and was startled by the oppressive silence that greeted him. He had been at home off and on over the past few weeks, but the idea of Hermione never being in his home again made him sad. He had quickly grown accustomed to her companionship and the physical closeness he adored.

Draco couldn’t sleep, so he read late into the night. His eyes were burning with fatigue when he finally decided to try to get some rest.

On Friday evening, Hermione took a bottle of wine and a six pack of beer to Harry and Ginny’s home. She had wanted to cancel, but decided it would be good for her to be around her friends. Draco hadn’t sought her out, and her pride prevented her from finding him first.

Harry greeted her with a hug at the door of Grimmauld Place.

“Where’s your bloke?” he asked, taking the wine and beer from Hermione.

“We’ve only been out a few times. It’s not very serious.”

Harry was confused. Ginny was under the impression that Hermione really liked her new love interest. “Well, we’re glad to see you, Hermione. Ginny’s pulling the lasagna out of the oven.”

Harry thought Hermione looked tired and somewhat depressed.

“How’s work?” Hermione asked.

“It’s great,” Harry replied, giving her a grin. “I think the Cannons might actually win a few games this year.”

Ginny came in and hugged Hermione. “Where’s your mystery man?”

Ginny noticed Hermione’s disappointed look and changed the subject before Hermione had a chance to reply. “I made lasagna with all your favorite ingredients. I hope you’re hungry.”

“It smells fabulous, Ginny.” Hermione smiled at her friend. She didn’t want to ruin her time with them by talking about her relationship woes.

Harry served Hermione a glass of wine and they sat at the table. Ginny placed the lasagna on the table and began to serve them.

“How’s the baby?” Hermione asked.

Ginny and Harry gave her startled looks.

“Did something happen with Edward?” Hermione asked, worried she had missed something.

“Sorry, Hermione. I don’t know what’s gotten into Harry and me. He’s fine. I watched him for Cassandra last week. He starting to get a tiny tooth. It’s adorable. He gnaws on everything.”

“I haven’t seen him in a few weeks. I should offer to watch him for Cassandra and Ron soon. Is Molly still at their house every day?” Hermione asked.

Harry laughed. “No. Cassandra put a stop to that. You think Cassandra is mild and sweet, but when it comes to Ron and the baby, she puts the Acromantulas to shame. Do not mess with that one.”

They all laughed. Molly, who was motherly to the extreme, could be overwhelming at times. Hermione was glad she wasn’t in Cassandra’s position. She loved the Weasley matriarch, but didn’t like the idea of having someone telling her how to perform every task.

“Tell us about you, Hermione,” Ginny said. Ginny had noticed the look of discomfort Hermione had when they had asked about her love life. She wondered what had happened. Maybe it didn’t work out. But Ginny suspected there was more to it than that.

“Just the regular stuff: working, tending my house, reading. I’ve been working on my DADA text. When I have my rough draft, maybe you could read it for me, Ginny?”

“I could read it, too,” Harry offered.

“I definitely want both of you to read it,” Hermione said.

Ginny and Harry did their best to raise Hermione’s spirits by regaling her with the silly antics of the Weasleys and the goofiness of some of Harry’s players. Hermione appreciated her friends’ efforts, but a couple of hours into the evening, she was ready to head home.

“Can I help you clean up?” she asked Ginny.

“No, but let me send you home with some food,” Ginny said, walking towards the kitchen.

“I haven’t seen Kreacher,” Hermione observed as they headed towards the kitchen.

“You won’t believe this, but Kreacher has a girlfriend!”

“Really? I thought he was elderly, even for an elf.”

“Oh, he is. His girlfriend’s employer was hosting a party and she asked Kreacher to assist. He seemed so excited to help her that we could hardly prevent him from going. It was the first time I’ve seen him smile more than once in a day.”

“That’s so sweet,” said Hermione, tears beginning to wet her eyes.

“It is, but that’s not what this is about, is it?” Ginny said, hugging Hermione to her side.

“I don’t know, Ginny. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t have what you and Harry and Ron and Cassandra have. I love that my friends have wonderful partners and I want that, too.”

“You are unique and lovely, Hermione. The right man will recognize those qualities in you. He’s out there, I promise you.”

“Maybe, Ginny. Being alone is getting old, you know?” Hermione said, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“You always have a place with us, Hermione. Harry and I love you like a sister.”

“Thanks, Ginny.”

Ginny wrapped up food for Hermione and walked her to the floo. Harry gave Hermione a big hug.

“Let me know if you need me to make anyone disappear,” he whispered in her ear.

“I will,” she chuckled.

Ginny hugged her, then Hermione stepped into the green flames.

Logically, she knew Ginny was right. In all likelihood, she would find someone she was compatible with and share her life with him. But she thought she had found that someone in Draco.

Her charming little cottage felt empty as she readied herself for bed.
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