Visited Upon the Son

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Visited Upon the Son

© SparkyCSI

Chapter 21.

The next month passed quickly for Hermione. With the increased lesson plans and the daily

owls to Ginny, she had very little free time. The only time she got to spend with Draco was

the weekend. So on Valentine’s Day, Hermione was very surprised—since she didn’t realize

what day it was—by a knock on her door before the sun rose.

Wiping her eyes sleepily, she shrugged on her robe and answered the door. “Draco?” she

asked in surprise when she saw him standing there.

Draco smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mia.”

Hermione’s eyes opened wide. “Bollocks! Is that today?” she exclaimed.

Draco laughed. “Yes,” he said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

Hermione shook her head as she accepted the red and yellow roses from him and ushered him

inside. “They’re beautiful,” she said before conjuring a vase for them. “Give me a moment

to get dressed.”

Draco nodded as she left the room. He thought back to the previous month that they had

spent getting to know one another. He had confided to her about the fears he’d had while

growing up and she, in turn, had let him in to see how much the rapes had affected her. She

had told him about her attempted suicide and he had tried his hardest to be

understanding.

He did notice that she was no longer flinching when he would touch her; a sign which greeted

him with joy, but he was still frustrated since every time he tried to kiss her, she pulled

away. Tonight, he thought, tonight, maybe we can go to the next level.

Hermione hummed to herself as she got dressed. She, too, thought back to the previous month

and to how accepting and patient Draco had been.

He had talked to her openly about how even though he’d had a reputation as a “sex god” in

school, the only person he’d slept with was Pansy. That had both surprised and pleased her.

That information had made her more comfortable around him and he was starting to show her

that even though he looked like his father, he was nothing like him.

She had begun to relax more in his presence, but still flinched when he tried to kiss her.

That was frustrating her because she wanted to take things to the next level.

Tonight, she thought, I’m going to try tonight.

After she was finished dressing, she grabbed a wrapped gift that she had purchased for Draco

and walked back out into the living area. “Sorry. I’ve been so busy that I didn’t realize

what day it was,” she said as she handed him the gift. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Draco looked at the wrapped box, before glancing at her. “You didn’t have to,” he

said.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, I did. Go ahead and open it!”

Draco nodded and quickly pulled off the red bow and tore at the white paper. Once he opened

the box, he looked inside in confusion, before what the gift was finally penetrated his

mind. “Is this…” he trailed off.

Hermione nodded. “Yes. It’s an original manuscript of the potions text written by Godric

Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin. According to my contact, this was the first potions text

used to teach when Hogwarts was established,” she said grinning ear to ear.

Draco looked stunned as he sat in the chair. “I don’t know what to say….Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Draco shook his head to clear it and then returned her smile. “You’ll get your gift

tonight. Meet me in the Room of Requirement after dinner.” He glanced down at his watch.

“Bollocks. It’s time for breakfast.”

Hermione sighed as she rose from her chair. “Another day of cramming lessons into the

students heads. I do have a test scheduled, so that will make it interesting.” She turned

and looked at him. “How are your classes going?”

Draco shrugged as he opened the door for her. “Were we this insolent when we were in

school?”

Hermione laughed. “Oh, I know that you were. Me, not so much.”

Draco laughed as they made their way to the Great Hall.

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That evening, after dinner, Hermione went back to her quarters to change. I wonder what

Draco has planned? she thought as she dressed carefully. She decided on a green skirt

and matching blouse, smirking as she consciously dressed in his house colours. Carefully,

she pulled her hair back into a low pony tail, leaving a few strands free to frame her

face.

When she got to the Room of Requirement, she walked to the half open door and gasped at the

room. It was decorated by a multitude of candles, giving it a soft light. In the centre of

the room, a lone table sat with a vase with a single red rose in it.

Draco rose upon seeing her and with a wave of his wand, shut the door behind her. “Mia, you

look beautiful,” he said as he held the chair out for her to sit down.

“Thank you,” she replied. “You look handsome as well.” Her eyes took in the black slacks

and black silk shirt he was wearing, which highlighted his aristocratic looks.

Draco just nodded at the compliment and lifted the silver lid covering her plate. “I

thought we could have dessert,” he said as he revealed the chocolate mouse and

strawberries.

Hermione sighed in delight. Chocolate was her weakness. “It looks wonderful,” she said as

she daintily scooped a small bite onto her spoon, even though she wanted to plunge into the

dessert.

Draco watched as an expression of pure bliss crossed her face; he felt his body’s inevitable

response and fought back a groan of desire. Tearing his eyes away from her, he focused on

his own treat so that he could get himself back under control. Quickly, he finished his

dessert as he watched her savour hers to the final drop.

Sighing in satisfaction, Hermione laid down the spoon when she was finished. “Draco, that

was fabulous,” she uttered in pleasure. “Chocolate is my weakness.”

Draco smiled. “I love it, too. Mainly because my parents didn’t let me have sweets very

often.” He thought back to his childhood. “Actually, the first time I had chocolate was on

the train ride to Hogwarts. I…I overindulged and ended up with a stomach ache.”

Hermione laughed. “My parents rarely let me eat it. They were both dentists and always

told me that by eating a lot of chocolate my teeth would rot. But on special occasions, I

could eat some, as long as I cleaned my teeth afterwards.” She looked at him, smiling as

she drank a sip of wine. “Even now, I’m fanatical about my teeth being clean.”

“Amazing about how little things from our childhood affect us even to this day, huh?” Draco

said as he bent over to retrieve a package from underneath the table. “Happy Valentine’s

Day, Mia.”

Hermione accepted the package with a smile. Unlike his impatience that morning, she opened

the package carefully, savouring the anticipation. When she finally got it unwrapped, she

gasped in surprise. “Oh, Draco. They’re gorgeous,” she breathed whilst staring at the

sapphire earrings that matched the necklace he’d given her at Christmas.

Draco smiled. “I thought you deserved the matching earrings,” he said softly, and then with

a wave of his wand, the soft strains of a violin began to play. “May I have this dance?”

Hermione nodded with a wry grin. “Yes, but it’s only fair to warn you, I’m not a good

dancer,” she said accepting his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, neither am I,” Draco admitted. He pulled Hermione into his arms and

slowly they began swaying to the music. He relished the feel of her moving with him.

Hermione put her arms around Draco’s neck and felt his arms encircle her waist; he held onto

her lightly. She was startled to not feel any trepidation at being held by him; she’d

expected to feel some sort of anxiety, to have flashbacks to her captivity. As she thought

it over, she realized that she wasn’t having those feelings because being held by Draco was

making her feel safe. Smiling, she laid her head against his chest and lost herself into

the feeling.

Draco looked down at Hermione’s head as it settled on his chest. He felt his chest tighten

as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Involuntarily, he tightened his hold on her, not

willing to let her go.

They swayed with the music for what felt like an eternity, both lost in the music. Finally,

Hermione pulled away from him slightly, her feet beginning to hurt. “Draco?” she queried.

“Can we go sit down for a while? My feet are beginning to hurt.”

“Sure,” Draco replied as he led her to the love seat that had replaced the table. They

settled down onto the cushions and Draco quickly Acciod their glasses and the bottle of

wine; quickly he topped off the glasses. “A toast,” he said. “To putting the past behind

us.”

Hermione smiled as she clinked her glass against his. “To moving forward,” she agreed as

she took a sip of the wine. She lowered the glass and looked into Draco’s eyes, feeling

herself falling into the silver orbs. Before she could realize what was going to happen,

his lips were upon hers.

Draco was drawn into her honey coloured eyes and knew that he could not hold himself

completely back, so he leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly, so not to frighten her.

Hermione felt an electric shock run through her body and melted into Draco’s touch. She

felt his tongue stroking her lips lightly and she granted him entrance. Draco groaned as he

deepened the kiss. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs stroked her cheeks.

Hermione’s arms moved around him and ran her fingers up and down his back. She felt him

shiver in desire at her touch and felt a sense of jubilation at the power of her touch on

him.

Draco felt her caressing him and of their own accord his hands responded. He ran them

lightly down her arms, feeling her shudder in desire. Gasping for breath, he broke the kiss

and moved his lips down to jaw, trailing kisses along her heated skin. He hands skimmed up

her body and slightly caressed the underside of her breasts.

Hermione froze at his touch, images of Lucius overlaying themselves over Draco as her eyes

snapped open. Her skin began to crawl as she jerked away from him, tears filling her

eyes.

Draco looked at him, confusion darkening his eyes until he realized what had happened.

Mentally, he drew himself back, trying to get his raging hormones under control as his body

protested as the lack of touch.

“I’m so sorry,” Hermione sobbed as she turned away from him.

Draco walked over to her and gently placed his hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about it,” he

replied, trying to keep calm. “I think I can understand,” he said, drawing his

recollections of the books he’d read.

Hermione felt horrible about jerking away from Draco, who was still being very patient with

her. Even as he was trying to soothe her, she was berating herself for her actions. Why

did you have to ruin it? she thought.

Draco was still talking softly talking to her when he noticed that she wasn’t paying

attention. “Mia? Are you all right?” he asked worriedly.

Hermione looked into his concerned eyes and fought back her tears. “I’m sorry,” she choked

out as she pulled away from him and ran out of the room.

Draco stared at her retreating back, frustrated, confused and angry. Logically, he knew

that something like this was bound to happen as their relationship became for intimate, but

his body was protesting, aching with need. He began to clean up, knowing that both of them

needed time to cool down before trying to talk. Finally, once everything was clean, he made

his way back to his quarters, to change before seeking her out.

When Hermione got back to her quarters, she threw herself onto the bed, sobbing. Why?

Why did I react like that? Merlin, we were only snogging, she though morosely. After

about fifteen minutes, she’d finally calmed down enough to replay the incident in her mind.

As she recalled her feelings, she blushed as she remembered the rush of desire than have

filled her. I haven’t felt like this since Ron, she thought. But Ron and I never did do

more than kiss and some light petting. This…this is so much more.

Sitting up on the bed, she wiped her face whilst shaking her head. With the memories, came

the recollection of how caring Draco had been and she knew that she’d overreacted.

Bloody hell! I owe him an apology for running off like that. Making her decision,

she got out of the bed and went to take a shower before deciding to find him to

apologise.

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AN: Okay guys! Here's a new chapter as promised! I'll try to update as soon as

possible!

bLondpierogi - I will put a lot of wedding details in the story, but if you want to go and

read a really detailed wedding, I have a story posted under CSI: NY, called A Time To Heal.

Chapter 51 is a wedding a reception! I've actually helped to plan 2 weddings, so I have a

little experience in that road. It's so stressful! Thanks for the review!

kazfeist - You're welcome! I've got a few rattling around in my head. I really need to do

some more research on handfasting, because I want to make sure that I'm accurate! I think

Ginny and Lee's wedding will be a preview for what Hermione and Draco are doing, but my muse

may come up with something completely different. Thanks for the review!

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