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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
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January 1999

By the end of January, Draco had liquidated a great deal of the remaining Malfoy estate. His mother had insisted that Malfoy Manor stay in the family. Draco did not plan on living in the mansion, but the property had been his mother’s home for many years. She could live there indefinitely, as far as Draco was concerned.

Narcissa had taken the news of Draco’s relationship with Hermione surprisingly well. She asked Draco about Hermione, her likes and interests. Secretly, Narcissa was relieved that Draco was attached to a woman such as Hermione. Her son had shown character in choosing a woman with backbone and intelligence.

February 5, 1999

Draco and Narcissa arrived in New Mexico on a snowy February morning. Narcissa found the landscape fascinating. It was so different from the English landscape. Narcissa insisted on going to the casita while Draco went in search of Hermione. She knew he was eager to see Hermione. Narcissa would have time to get to know Hermione later.

Draco suspected that Hermione might be in the café on this morning when he knew she didn’t work. He saw her through the window, her long hair coiled on top of her head in a bun. She was reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee. She wore a loose black boat neck sweater, which showed off her long neck. The silver and turquoise hoops adorned her ears. The first time he had seen her in this café, he had found her alluring. But now, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked up and saw him standing outside the window. She dropped her book and ran outside.

She launched herself at him. She was crying and smiling. He held onto her, relishing the feel of her body in his arms and the scent that was all her own.

“Do you mind if we go back to my casita? Let me get my book,” she said and hurried in to grab her book and bag.

When she came back outside, he wrapped her in his arms and apparated them into her living room.

Draco looked at Hermione’s wet eyes and wiped her cheeks, “You belong with me, Hermione.”

She nodded, “I do. It feels right.”

He kissed her, her pillowy lips opening for him. She let him explore her mouth, his hands undoing her hair. She ran her hands over his back and chest.

“I need to touch you, now,” he growled.

He pulled her towards the bedroom, where he lit the fireplace and shut the curtains.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she said, her voice low.

“I want you to know that I find you beautiful. Every part of you is perfect to me. Will you do as I ask you?”

“Yes,” she repeated.

Draco sat in the chair by the fire.

“Take off your sweater.” Hermione’s took off her sweater, letting it drop to the floor.

“Now your jeans.” She unbuttoned the top button and slowly unzipped the pants, peeling them off and throwing them to the side.

She was wearing a simple black demi cup and black cotton panties. Her full breasts were round and high in this bra. Her round hips flared from her small waist. Her legs were toned and curvaceous.

“Turn around.” Hermione turned around, letting him study her backside. She enjoyed the way Draco studied her body, savoring her curves. She could feel her skin heating, her pussy beginning to drench her panties.

“Take off your panties and hand them to me.” Hermione walked to Draco and placed them in his hand. He put them against his nose and breathed in the smell of her sex.

“Please stand in front of me.” She stood still while he looked at her uncovered mound.

“Take your bra off.” She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the ground.

“You are gorgeous. I never want you to be embarrassed with me.”

He stood up, “I’m going to undress. I want you to sit in this chair with your leg draped over the arm. I want to look at your pussy while I take my clothes off.”

He caressed her breast while she traded places with him.

She draped her leg over the arm of the chair, giving Draco a view of her wet, pink cunt. She leaned back in the chair and took a deep breath.

His body was lean, his shoulders broad. His thick cock pointed towards Hermione. She wanted to touch him.

He kneeled down in front of her. His finger stroked her slit. She moaned.

“What do you like?” he said softly.

She guided his fingers, showing him how she liked to have two fingers in her pussy while another digit rubbed her clit. He leaned into her pussy and licked her clit. She shuddered.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yessss,” she moaned. He stood up and tugged her to her feet.

Draco pushed Hermione onto the bed, pushing her legs apart with his knee. Draco got between her legs, inhaling her scent. He licked up her slit. He used a finger to trace her lips. They were so delicate. He stiffened his tongue and pushed into her vagina.

“Yes, Draco!” Hermione began to rock her hips towards his face.

“Use your tongue on my clit while you finger me,” she gasped.

Draco loved having his face immersed in her most private place, her musky moisture covering his mouth and chin. He was trying to match the pace of her thrusts.

“More, Draco!” He pushed a third finger into her, furiously licking her clit. Her hips were pushing her pussy into his mouth. He watched her face, her mouth slightly opened. She was panting.

She started to make little mewling noises, then Draco felt a gush of wetness as her pussy pulsated around his fingers. She cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth.

“Taste yourself.” She sucked her juices off his fingers.

Draco lay down next to her, running his hands along her body. He played with her breasts, toying with the nipple, which made her gasp.

“Can I explore now?” Hermione asked him. He nodded, continuing to stroke her smooth skin.

Hermione kissed his face, running her hands through his hair. She nibbled his earlobe, then licked into his ear, which he was surprised to like. Her wet tongue licked a trail down his neck, where she stopped to kiss him along the column of his throat. She kissed the juncture between his neck and shoulders, sucking and biting, her hands exploring his chest, lightly rubbing over his nipples. She straddled his thighs, running her hands over his ribcage, then taut stomach, massaging his arms and threading her fingers with his. She looked at him.

With a firm touch, she used one hand to rub up and down his cock, as he had showed her some time ago. She used the other hand to massage the broad head. He watched her straddling him, playing with his cock. The feel of her skin pressed against him was divine.

“I want you to suck me,” he told her.

She backed up, then leaned over his erect penis, kissing the head. She opened her mouth, taking him in. He sat up slightly, pushing two pillows behind his head to get a better view of her. The sight of her lush lips wrapped around his cock was the best thing he had ever seen. She reached down and rolled his balls in her hand.

“Bob your head up and down a bit faster,” he instructed her. She did as he asked, enjoying the sound of his heavy breathing. Her long hair was tickling his legs, while her mouth was bringing his fantasy to life.

“When I come, swallow down everything I give you.” He began to thrust into her mouth, enjoying the feel of hitting the back of her throat. She moaned and the vibration caused him to explode in her mouth. He groaned and his legs stiffened. She swallowed down his cum, finally letting him out of her mouth and scooting up next to him. She laid her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Was that okay?” she asked him.

“You are a goddess,” he said. She nuzzled her face into his chest. He grabbed his wand off the side table and accioed a blanket to cover them.


Hermione woke an hour later, feeling incredibly satisfied. Draco was watching her, a smile adorning his lips.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he said.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I have something to confess to you and it might send you running for this hills.” He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

She waited for him to continue.

“I told my mother that I wanted to formally pursue you. In the pure-blood tradition, she would get to know you, then eventually she would give us her blessing. I don’t actually care about the tradition, but it means something to her.”

This somewhat public confirmation of his feelings for her buoyed Hermione.

“She’s here, with you?” He nodded.

“She has her own casita on the other side of the compound. Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?”

“Do you think she would like to have dinner here? I would love to cook for you again. I miss your compliments,” she said, pinching his side.

“Hey! Yes, I think she’d like that. My mother is not as you have known her in the past. The war changed her as much as it changed me.” He pulled her close.

“I’ll welcome her into my home, Draco.” Hermione kissed him.

“I know you will,” he said. “What can I do to help you with dinner?”

Hermione sent Draco to speak with his mother about their dinner plans and asked him to pick up a dessert and wine. Narcissa was secretly excited to get to know Hermione. In actuality, it amazed her that Hermione was able to move between the magical and muggle worlds so adeptly.

Besides meeting Draco’s intended, Narcissa wanted to utilize the healing elements of the region. She knew she was fighting a suffocating depression. She had been ostracized from society and was lonely, but she felt that she no longer had an anchor in the world. But she loved her son and was grateful that he had found someone who made him happy.

Narcissa and Draco walked up to Hermione’s casita.

When Hermione came to the door and Narcissa almost did not recognize her. This woman was a natural beauty, with her long, chestnut curls and her voluptuous figure. Narcissa thought she rather resembled Lady Godiva.

Hermione took Narcissa’s hands in hers. “I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Malfoy. Please make yourself at home.”

Narcissa smiled at the welcoming young woman, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger. Please call me Cissa. Draco has told me you’re quite skilled in the kitchen.”

Hermione let go of Narcissa’s hands and led her to the small living room, where she had put out an appetizer of walnuts and honey on goat cheese. An assortment of crackers accompanied the cheese. Draco opened the first bottle of wine and served it.

Like Draco, Narcissa had become very thin from stress and fear. Her long hair was threaded with grey. She had lines around her mouth and eyes that Hermione did not remember seeing the few times she had seen Draco’s mother. Narcissa’s bone structure and natural grace would always make her beautiful, but she had not come through the past few years unscathed.

While Hermione was taking the roasted chicken out of the oven, Draco and Narcissa followed her to the kitchen to continue their conversation.

“Draco tells me that you are doing potions work here,” Narcissa said.

“I have an interest in the healing properties of the magical elements and plants in this region. Jesus, my mentor, has developed potions that help heal physical and mental pain.”

Hermione served their meal and they sat down to eat. They ate and made small talk. Draco had three helpings of food, which pleased Hermione.

“Draco did not exaggerate your skill, Hermione.” Narcissa smiled at Hermione.

“Thank you, Cissa. What are we having for dessert, Draco?” Hermione asked.

“The bakery had an apple and salted caramel tart that looked good,” he replied.

“Would you like coffee or tea with dessert, Cissa?” Hermione asked.

“I would take coffee, Hermione,” she said.

Hermione made a cinnamon coffee she had been saving and served the tart. She levitated the plates and mugs to the table.

The three continued their light conversation, until Narcissa asked Hermione where she had learned to cook.

“My parents liked to cook. I suppose you could say it was one of our family past times.” Hermione took a bite of her tart.

“They must miss you. Were you able to see them for the holidays?” Unbeknownst to Narcissa, she was asking Hermione a very loaded question.

“With all the violence against muggle-borns and muggles, I knew my parents were a natural target. I wouldn’t have been able to protect them while Harry, Ron and I searched for Voldemort’s horcruxes. I obliviated their identities and gave them a new life in Australia. When I went to Australia last summer, I wasn’t able to trigger any of their memories. My initial spell must have been too strong.” Hermione’s voice shook, but she was clearly trying to keep her emotions together.

Draco had thought Hermione’s parents had died. He wasn’t surprised that Hermione had taken such drastic action to save the lives of her parents. He also understood her guilt regarding that decision.

“Hermione, you did the right thing. The violence our family experienced would have been even worse for your parents. Did they seem content in their new lives?” Narcissa asked.

“They did. They actually looked as good as I had ever seen them,” Hermione wiped tears from her cheeks.

“You are not alone, my dear,” Narcissa said, pressing a motherly kiss to Hermione’s hair. She stood up. “I have had a long day and it’s late for me. We will see each other soon. Thank you for the lovely meal, Hermione. No need to escort me back, Draco. I will see you tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, Mother. Sleep well,” Draco said, helping Narcissa into her coat.

After Narcissa’s departure, Draco and Hermione sat on the couch, her feet in his lap.

“Care to give me your special foot massage?” she asked him.

He gave her a smirk, “Is that all I’m good for, Granger?”

“I can think of a few other things you’re good for,” she said sweetly.

He tugged off her socks. Even her feet were sexy, he mused.

He massaged her feet, spending plenty of time on her delicate arches.

“That is the stuff, Malfoy,” she breathed. He laughed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my parents earlier,” she said.

“You don’t owe me an explanation, love.”

“Did I freak out your mother?”

“No. As you can probably tell, she’s depressed. I think she really liked your warmth and honesty with her. She doesn’t usually touch others, even with affection. And she did that with you, twice.”

“I liked her, Draco. Do you think she’d join us at the hot spring? You mentioned that the water had a positive effect on your mood. Maybe it would help her.”

Draco had planned on taking his mother to the hot spring, but was glad Hermione wanted to join them.

“Let’s go tomorrow, if you’re free,” he suggested.

“I’ll pack us a picnic. I haven’t been back since we went together,” she admitted. She yawned, “Let’s go to bed, Draco.”

She took his hand, leading him to her bed. For the first time in months, he felt totally content.
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