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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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Draco had spent the weekend brooding around his cottage. He couldn’t sleep, he wasn’t hungry, hell, he couldn’t even read. He spent hours flying over the dark waters of the ocean, thinking about Hermione. She must think the worst of him now. He asked her for romantic exclusivity and then practically ran away from her when she asked him to be a bigger part of her life.

He dragged himself into work on Monday morning, determined to see Hermione. He needed the closure of knowing if their relationship was over.

During his lunch hour, he headed to her library. A Ministry elf greeted him as he entered the dimly lit space.

“Greetings, sir. How can Bunsley assist you?”

“I’m looking for Miss Granger,” he told the small elf.

“She isn’t here today, sir. Would you like to leave her a note?”

“Do you know why she’s out?” Draco asked.

“Bunsley doesn’t know, sir.”

“Well, thank you.”

Draco rarely went into his boss’ office, but he decided to leave work and go to Hermione’s house. Mr. Raleigh’s secretary looked startled to see him.

“Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?”

“I’m not feeling well, so I’m going to head home,” Draco told her.

“I’ll note it in your file,” she said.

“That’s fine.”

Draco collected his things and headed towards Hermione’s cottage.

Hermione had owled her boss, letting him know she wouldn’t be in. She had spent the weekend scrubbing her house and doing yard work. She couldn’t concentrate on cerebral work, so she immersed herself in physical activity.

She was disgusted with herself for skipping work, but she hated being in the same building with Draco and not seeing him. After so many days, she had come to the conclusion that their brief affair was probably over. She kept reminding herself that this was hardly the worst thing to happen to her, but at the moment it felt catastrophic. Hermione had truly believed they might have a future together.

She was making herself a cup of hot cocoa when she heard a knock at her door. She thought it might be Ginny. She knew Ginny worried and would sometimes randomly pop over to check on her.

“Come in, Gin,” she called out. She began to prepare a second cup of cocoa.

The heavy shoes on her wood floor didn’t sound like Ginny. She looked up to see Draco in her kitchen doorway.

“You weren’t at work today,” he said. He thought she looked tired. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail.

She finished stirring his drink before handing it to him. He noticed she backed away, putting the kitchen island between them.

“I just didn’t feel like going in,” she said, taking a sip of her cocoa.

“Can we talk?” Draco asked. Hermione nodded.

Her stomach had dropped to the floor when she saw him in her doorway. She missed him, but was hurt by his behavior.

“Do you think we can sit?” he said.

Hermione walked to the kitchen table and sat down across from Draco. If she looked at him too long, she had the urge to cry. She steeled herself for the inevitable.

“I’m sorry I ran out of your house last week and I’m even sorrier I’ve been avoiding you. The idea of seeing Potter and his wife was almost unbearable to me. I’m sorry I took that out on you.”

She hadn’t expected Draco to apologize to her, but she wanted to understand what Draco was thinking when he had left her house the previous week.

“I know you don’t like Harry, but I don’t understand what happened when I told you they wanted to meet you.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Potter has seen me at my worst. First in the fucking girls’ loo and then in the Astronomy Tower. As soon as he sees us together, he’ll try to persuade you to leave me. I couldn’t even fault him for that.”

He took a drink of his cocoa, trying to calm down. He called on his Slytherin side to remain calm, cool and collected, but he wanted to get on his knees and beg Hermione for her forgiveness.

“And during seventh year, when you were on the run, Ginny saw me tearing apart a classroom after I had been called back to Malfoy Manor by You-Know-Who. After how shitty I had been to her family, she was so nice to me. She helped me repair the classroom after my tantrum.”

“Draco, we all knew you were being coerced into serving Voldemort. We understood you were trying to protect your parents. But you tried to protect us at Malfoy Manor by not identifying us. That bravery in the face of your parents, Bellatrix and Voldemort was invaluable.”

“I should have done more, Hermione. I knew what the Dark Lord was doing was wrong.”

“How can you stand to be with me?” she asked.

“What?”

“You’ve seen me at my worst, when your crazy aunt tortured me. I was bloody and screaming. I pissed myself, Draco! How can what Harry and Ginny saw be worse that that?”

It was then that the stress of their estrangement and the remembrance of her torture hit Hermione and she began to sob.

Draco felt helpless. How could he even equate what her friends had seen of him compared to what he had witnessed when she was tortured? That she didn’t hold that against him was unbelievable. He had to make amends with her.

“Hermione, listen to me.” Draco pulled her up from her chair and held her, his arms holding her firmly in place. He stroked her back. “I’m sorry, Hermione. I’m so sorry, beautiful girl.”

After a few moments, Hermione’s sobs dissipated. She let Draco hold her and rub her back in soothing circles. He led her to the sofa.

“When I witnessed your torture, I begged Merlin to let you live. But you were so brave, Hermione. In the whole war, I never saw anyone who resisted death when tortured by Bella. Your torture didn’t make me think less of you. If anything, I admired you even more.” Draco looked into her eyes, trying to convey his sincerity.

“Then you understand why my friends won’t think less of you, Draco, why I thought we might have a chance at something.”

“Do I still have a chance with you?” he asked.

“Can we do this or is there too much baggage between us?” Hermione hadn’t felt this emotionally wrung out since her parents sent her away after she restored their memories. She loved Draco, but she didn’t want a relationship with an emotionally unavailable man.

“I want this, more than you could fathom. But I sometimes wonder if I’m cursed to live out my days alone. I don’t deserve you, Hermione.”

“Do you still envision yourself with a pure-blood?” Hermione figured she might as well have her questions answered now. She needed to know if she should move on or attempt a relationship with Draco.

“No, I envision myself with you. I…I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

“I’m scared, Draco. I don’t want you to break my heart.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then her forehead, her temple, her eyelids. He loved Hermione. She was his path out of the solitary, unloved life he had been living. What he didn’t understand was that he was her path as well.

“I won’t intentionally hurt you. I’m rubbish at communication, but I’m working on it.”

“I want to be with you, Draco. I just need you to tell me what you’re thinking. Last week was awful.”

He hugged her, breathing in her lemon-vanilla scent. “Last week was awful for me, too. I’m sorry.”

“We don’t have to let anyone know about our relationship if it feels premature to you,” Hermione suggested. She thought he might have issues with the wizarding world knowing about them.

He tugged her hair back, forcing her to look at him. “I want everyone to know we’re together. But it will be harder for you than it will be for me. I don’t want you to feel like you always have to defend this.” He smoothed his hand over her haphazard ponytail.

“If we’re okay that’s all I need, Draco. My friends will be open to you, after the initial shock wears off. I love my friends, but they don’t make my decisions for me. If I want to be with you, I will despite their feelings.”

Draco was skeptical, but he trusted her. He had to have faith that she could withstand the way he would tarnish her reputation.

He looked at her, so vulnerable and beautiful. He needed to touch her, make her know how he felt. He kissed her, his lips tentative at first. He had been starved for her touch. She sighed into his mouth, her hands pulling him close.

“I need you, Draco.”

She stood up and pulled him towards her bedroom.

They hastily undressed themselves, then came together in a desperate kiss. The feel of Hermione’s skin against his was heavenly. He needed to taste her.

He pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs. Hermione watched him examine her naked body with lust and possession. She wanted to touch him, but something in Draco’s face told her he needed to be in control.

He leaned over her moist triangle of curls and used his fingers to expose her pussy to his mouth. The way he breathed in her scent looked almost animalistic to her.

He kept his eyes on her face as he licked up her center.

She gasped, her breathing shallow and fast.

His tongue traced her plump, wet lips and traveled to her clitoris. Hands joined his tongue in pleasuring her. His fingers massaged her tight, wet channel while his mouth lapped at her pink, sensitive pearl of nerves. Hermione writhed, her hips pushing towards his mouth and hands.

“Gods, Draco,” she said, her body tensing.

When he knew she was close to coming, he pushed a finger into tight ass.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes, Malfoy!” she shrieked and came with a gush of wetness. Her sex throbbed around his fingers. Draco continued to gently push into her body and lap up her wetness until she stopped bucking her hips.

“That was…oh, Merlin,” she panted.

He slid his hands up her body to grasp her wrists and held them above her head. Hermione’s lips sought his, her tongue tangling with his in a greedy dance of pleasure. She felt the wide head of his swollen shaft against her sensitive folds for a brief moment before he slammed into her.

“Draco!” she screamed.

She met his hard thrusts with her wanton hips, abandoning all power to him. He bit at her neck, her throat. He sucked on her taut, deep pink nipples. Hermione gazed at his feral expression, enthralled by his intensity. His skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. His musky scent filled her nose with drugging pheromones.

He adjusted his thrusts to hit her spongy g-spot. She felt her sheath flutter.

“Come with me,” she wailed.

“Oh, Merlin, fuck yes!” Draco yelled, hot semen spurting into her womb.

He collapsed on her generous body, breathing into her ear.

“You are fucking amazing,” Draco rasped.

“I missed you so bloody much. Don’t ever leave me again unless you plan on going for good.”

He pushed himself up to look into her warm, brown eyes. “I won’t. I can’t leave you.”

“Why?”

Because I love you. Because my life is shit without you. Because I never thought I’d have a chance with you and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you. Because you make me believe that I might have a shot at happiness.

“Because we’re really good together, Granger.”

“We are,” she said, running her fingers through his messy hair.
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