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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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February 20, 1999

While Hermione was at work, Draco and Narcissa explored the wizarding villages of New Mexico. Narcissa enjoyed the anonymity of another country. The sunshine was intense, the air crisp and the people unique.

Draco took her to a Native American witch recommended by the compound owner, Mrs. Garcia. The witch spent significant time neutralizing Narcissa’s aura, which had been sludgy and dark due to the dark magic she had been around the past few years. Narcissa was more in touch with her magic after the session and found it less taxing to use her power.

The hot spring had become a daily ritual for Narcissa. Not only did the hot spring help ease her physical pain, but helped her to be at peace. She went with Draco, or Draco and Hermione, but often went on her own.

Narcissa enjoyed Hermione’s hearty cooking. She found herself looking forward to the meals she shared with her son and his beloved. She knew Draco was serious about Hermione when he told her his desire to formally pursue the muggle-born witch, but having spent time with the two of them, she saw they were matched in their intellect and passion. Draco was as light hearted and happy as Narcissa had ever seen him. The smoldering looks that passed between the two showed an obvious desire, as well.

She gave Draco and Hermione her blessing. A match based on love and respect was something she hadn’t often seen in her world.

February 28, 1999

As Hermione prepared to leave Jesus’ lab, he cleared his throat.

“Bring your Mr. Malfoy and his mother by the lab on Thursday. I’m familiar with her late father’s articles on medical potions. Perhaps she would like to speak with me about his work, if she is familiar with it.”

“I will do that. Good night, Jesus.” Jesus gave her a nod and went back to writing down results from an experiment they had just completed.

Interesting, thought Hermione.

March 3, 1999

On Thursday, Narcissa and Draco accompanied Hermione to Jesus Machado’s lab. Draco was excited, as Potions was his favorite subject in school. His godfather, Severus Snape, had made sure that Draco understood the nuances of potion making.

Jesus greeted Narcissa and Draco cordially and served tea for the four of them. Quickly, Hermione realized that Narcissa had a great depth of understanding of the art of potion making. Narcissa spoke at length with Jesus about her late father’s work. It was clear that Draco and Hermione would not be easily included in their conversation. Hermione gave Draco a tour of the lab, explaining to him the work they had done on a new potion to help those with bipolar disorder. In magical people, the disorder stemmed from an inconsistent amount of magic present in the body. During a bipolar episode, a witch or wizard would have a “high” when their magic flooded their system and a “low” when their magic was hardly present.

Narcissa promised Jesus that she would try to find her father’s journals for him. When Narcissa thanked Jesus for the invitation, he kissed her cheek and spoke in a low voice to her. She nodded her head and blushed. Draco and Hermione looked at each other, grinning. Draco thanked Jesus, then helped his mother with her coat and the pair exited.

Hermione stayed behind to complete her work for the day. Draco had given her a fresh perspective on the bipolar disorder potion, which helped her to examine the data they had in a more effective way. Finally, Hermione finished her analysis and packed up her belongings.

“Hermione, extend Mr. Malfoy an invitation to apprentice with me. The two of you would help me to invigorate my research.” Jesus gave her one of his rare smiles.

Hermione smiled back, “Thank you, sir. I’ll tell him tonight.”

Hermione apparated to Draco’s casita and let herself in. Draco was lying on the couch reading Fight Club. He had slowly been working his way through Hermione’s books.

“Draco! Jesus wants you to apprentice with him.” He sat up and beckoned her to sit on his lap.

“That’s great, but why?” Draco had always thought he would like to become a potions master. That dream had been shelved after the horrors of the past couple of years.

“I told him your ideas on reanalyzing the first and second sets of data. He was really impressed. He thinks you and I could help ‘invigorate’ his research,” she said excitedly.

“I’d be a fool to pass this up. When do I start?” Draco pressed a kiss to her neck.

“We’ll go in at the same time, so next Monday. I’m proud of you, Draco. This will be a great opportunity for you.”

Draco gave her a wide smile, “I can’t wait. My mother will be thrilled, too. She enjoyed her conversation with Jesus.”

“Did she tell you what he said at the end of the visit? She looked flustered.”

Draco laughed, “Apparently, he asked her to dinner. They’re going out Saturday night.”

“You are kidding me!” Hermione’s mouth hung open in shock.

“I’m not joking. She looked very pleased with herself when I dropped her off,” Draco pulled off the elastic at the bottom of her braid and began to release her hair.

“Well, I’m happy for her. He’s an honorable man and brilliant, too.” Hermione enjoyed Draco’s fingers in her hair. Draco used his fingers to untangle a small knot.

Draco nodded, while continuing to comb through her thick mane with his fingers.

“Let go out for dinner, love. Somewhere with butterbeer,” he said.

“Ok, I think I know where we can go,” she said, getting off his lap.

They walked back to her casita. He followed her into the bedroom, so they could chat as she got ready. She looked into her closet, trying to figure out what to wear.

“Wear the red halter top,” Draco said.

“I haven’t worn it before,” she said, taking it off the hanger. She paired it with jeans and her brown leather boots.

After freshening her makeup, she began to re-braid her hair.

“Wear your hair loose,” Draco said. “You look hot, Granger.”

The outfit was flirty and fun. Hermione knew that Draco enjoyed seeing her assets displayed. The halter showed off her round shoulders and full breasts.

Hermione grabbed her brown leather jacket and apparated them to a bar in Taos.

He kept his hand on the small of her back as they entered the bar, La Bruja*. La Bruja was a hole in the wall, but the food was good. Draco sat next to Hermione in the dimly lit booth. They ordered the nightly special. The waitress kept their drinks filled as they talked. The more Hermione drank, the more affectionate she was with Draco. She caressed his thigh as they conversed. He kept his arm around her shoulders, playing with her long hair.

When they finished their meal, they decided to tour the shops. They walked along until Hermione spied a necklace she liked. They went into the charming shop, which was filled with silver jewelry of all kinds. Draco noticed a large rough-cut garnet on a silver chain. He had the storeowner bring out the necklace.

Draco waved Hermione over. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, then put the chain around her neck, fastening the clasp. She looked in the mirror and smiled back at him.

“You look very Gryffindor in that,” he teased her.

“You picked it, Malfoy,” she said, examining the unique stone in the mirror.

The shop owner quietly mentioned to Draco that the necklace had matching earrings. Draco thought the earrings would be a gorgeous compliment to Hermione’s dark hair.

“She’ll wear the necklace now, but would you wrap the earrings?” The owner nodded, taking Draco’s payment. Draco slipped the earrings into his pocket.

“Are you ready, love?” he asked her.

“Will you help me take off the necklace, Draco?” she said, lifting her hair.

The shop owner walked over to Hermione, “Your husband has good taste. Rough- cut garnets enhance passion. Enjoy your necklace, my dear.” The shop owner gave the couple a wave as they headed out the door. It thrilled Draco that the owner had thought they were married.

Once they were out of the shop, Hermione turned to Draco and kissed him softly on the cheek, “The necklace is beautiful. Thank you.”

Draco relished buying things for Hermione. He knew she wasn’t materialistic, but her face lit up with the small gifts. He would give her the earrings when they got home.

They continued to walk, until the shops began to close up then apparated to her casita.

March 5, 1999

Early Saturday afternoon, Hermione accompanied Narcissa to Santa Fe for a bit of shopping. Narcissa wanted to pick up a new dress for her dinner with Jesus Machado. Hermione was tickled to help the older woman prepare for her date with the serious potion’s master.

The wizarding section of Santa Fe was hidden in the muggle tourist area of the city. The local witches and wizards were a colorful bunch, selling high priced clothing and jewelry that Narcissa found intriguing.

While Narcissa tried on dresses, Hermione found herself drawn to a floral sundress. The top of the sundress had a constructed bodice with thick straps. The dress was navy blue with small red and yellow flowers. Narcissa came out of the dressing room to show Hermione a dress she liked and saw Hermione admiring the sundress.

“Try it on, Hermione. Draco would love it,” Narcissa urged Hermione with a gleam in her eye.

Hermione tried on the dress. It fit her well, showcasing her breasts and small waist. She came out of the dressing room.

“You look lovely,” she said to Hermione. To the sales lady, she said, “Add it to my purchases.”

“Cissa, you don’t have to buy me anything,” Hermione protested.

Narcissa simply said, “I would have paid any amount to have Draco as happy as he has been since he became involved with you. Nothing I buy you will ever express my gratitude for the love you have shown my son. He will be a good husband to you, Hermione.”

“Draco and I have never talked about marriage. He hasn’t told me he loves me. I’m not sure our relationship is there yet,” she admitted and hoped she didn’t offend Narcissa.

“Do you love him?” Narcissa asked.

“I do,” Hermione said, smiling at the woman she had come to regard as a friend.

Narcissa laughed, “Nothing could make me happier, Hermione. Let’s finish up here so I can spend some time picking out jewelry.”

They continued to shop until Narcissa realized she needed to return to her casita to prepare for her date. Hermione hugged Narcissa when they landed at the compound.

“Thank you, Cissa, for the lovely dress,” Hermione said.

“My pleasure, Hermione. I hope you enjoy it.” Narcissa smiled at Hermione and went into her casita.

March 6, 1999

The next morning, Draco, Hermione and Narcissa had breakfast at the café.

“How was your dinner, Cissa?” Hermione asked, once they all had coffee and pastries.

“We had a very interesting discussion about potions. Jesus is a fascinating man,” Narcissa said to Hermione. “Actually, Draco and Hermione, I wanted to let you know that I have arranged a portkey to our property in France. I have some friends there and the house needs some updating.”

“When do you leave, Mother?” Draco inquired.

“Tomorrow morning,” she said.

Draco was glad his mother and Hermione had developed a friendship, but he was ready to have Hermione to himself.

“Hermione and I will see you off tomorrow, Mother,” Draco said.

“Thank you, Draco. I will miss you, son. You have become the man I had hoped you would.”

March 7, 1999

The next morning, after Narcissa left, Draco was surprised to see Hermione wiping tears from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, wrapping her in his arms.

“Your mum leaving made me miss my parents,” she said into his chest.

“What can I do?” he asked her.

She hugged him tighter, “I don’t know. Would you like an elaborate dessert? I bake when I’m feeling blue.”

“Yeah, love, that would be great.”

Three hours later, they were digging into a chocolate cheesecake drizzled with raspberry coulis. Draco would have been more excited about it if Hermione didn’t seem so distant.

He offered to spell the kitchen clean, but she wanted to clean up the muggle way, citing it as a distraction.

By nine that evening, Draco was beginning to worry about Hermione. She had been uncommunicative and absentminded.

He led her to the bathroom, where he helped her undress and drew a bath. He undressed and got in behind her.

He used a cup she kept near the bathtub and rinsed her hair, then massaged her fragrant shampoo into her scalp. She sighed and relaxed into his touch. Draco rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, combing his finger through her hair to get rid of any snarls.

While he rubbed her back with a flannel cloth, he realized she was stifling cries. He continued to gently rub her back and shoulders. Eventually, he stopped and hugged her to him.

“I’m sorry, Draco,” she softly cried.

“You have taken care of me since the moment I walked into that café. I would do anything for you, Hermione. I’ve never felt so cared for, never had someone take such interest in me as you have the past few months. If you need me to take care of you, I’d do it in a heartbeat because I love you,” he finished, feeling like she needed this verbal confirmation of his feelings for her.

She started to cry harder and turned to him, “I love you, too, Draco.” She straddled him and hugged him close.

“Don’t cry, love. We’ll figure this out together, yeah?” Draco felt her nod. “Let’s dry off and get into bed. I know you could use a good night’s sleep.”

They got out of the tub. Draco wrapped Hermione in a towel and used a second towel on her hair.

“Will you comb out my hair?” she asked him. She seemed so vulnerable in that moment.

“Of course. Let’s sit on your bed.” Draco followed her into the bedroom, where she sat on the edge of the bed. He sat next to her and gingerly began combing through her thick hair. When he was finished he used his wand to cast a drying spell then braided her hair loosely.

She handed him her towel and crawled under the covers. Draco slid in next to her, lying on his side to face her. He kissed her gently.

“Love you, Draco,” she said, arranging her body to be close to him.

“Love you, too,” he murmured, resting his hand on her waist.

Within a few minute they were both asleep.

A.N.- La Bruja is Spanish for the witch.
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