Conventions, Clubs and Caresses

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CH. 25

Revelations



Harry had arrived at St. Mungo’s and immediately found where Hermione was. Opening the door quietly as to not disturb the occupants of the room, he watched Draco as he kept vigil over her sleeping form. Stepping back out he located the Healer attending her and quickly found that she would be alright and it was nothing serious, just too much stress. At hearing this Harry’s temper seemed to flare up as he thought of Ginny. She had told him it was her fault. Not wanting to bother the two, he quickly made his way back home.



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Draco sat beside the woman he loved for another half an hour before he watched her eyes flutter open. Jumping out of his chair he was instantly beside her, holding her hand and caressing her face.



“Hermione? Love? Wake up, I’m here” he whispered into her ear as her eyes once again closed softly.



“Draco” she whispered out, turning her face into his warm hand. “What’s wrong?”



“Shh, it’s okay. You fainted and I brought you to St. Mungo’s when you wouldn’t wake up. Everything’s going to be alright now. Let me get the Healer, I’ll be right back” Kissing her on her forehead before walking to the door, looking back once more to be sure he wasn’t dreaming, he saw her begin to stretch her arms and legs.



Not ten seconds later he was back at her side with the Healer standing at the foot of her bed.



“Hello Miss Granger, glad to see you’re wake. You gave your fiance’ quite a scare. How are you feeling? Any aches, dizziness, nausea?”



She shook her head slowly. He waved his wand over her body once again, noting something on his clipboard before moving on.



“It looks as though you fainted due to stress. You’ll be fine, but I want you to take a calming draught before going to bed for the next couple of nights. I understand lots of witches get stressed when planning their weddings, just don’t overdo it, I wouldn’t want to see you back in here” he smiled and left the room.



“Are you okay to travel? I want to get you home” Draco pulled her close to him, wrapping her in a tight embrace, unwilling to let her go.



“Draco. Draco, you’re going to suffocate me” she giggled against his shoulder. Although, deep inside she felt much better in his arms.



“Sorry” he whispered sheepishly before kissing her. His soft lips caressed her own with such tender care before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue across it before slipping inside to gently tease hers.



Pulling away from him, reluctantly, she pressed her forehead to his. “Let’s go home.”



Draco had taken care of the paper work for her release while Hermione reassured Sara she would be fine. Doug had left to go back to work to let them know why Sara had not returned, promising to floo her later to make up for their missed lunch date. Hermione was relieved he had left, now she could talk to Sara openly.



“Sara, what’s going on with you and Doug?” She had asked her friend.



“Hermione, he just asked me to lunch and I figured since he was leaving, why not?” Sara blushed before continuing.



“He promised to floo me later so we could go to dinner tonight. That’s alright isn’t it?” Sara had noticed the frown on her friend’s face when she mentioned dinner.



“Just do me a favor, and be careful. He may seem wonderful when you first meet him, but he has some dark secrets and I don’t want you caught up in them. Just promise me you’ll be careful” Hermione squeezed her friend’s hand tightly before releasing her to say goodbye as Draco came back for her.



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Stepping out of the fireplace, Harry noticed Ginny had gotten up from the floor and was now lying on the settee, her gaze on the ceiling, unmoving, lost in her thoughts. Tears still upon her face showing she hadn’t stopped crying since he had left.



Stepping over to her, he sat on the settee next to her, pulling her chin to look at him.



“How is she?” She whispered.



“She’ll be fine. The Healer said it was too much stress and it appears she just fainted. Now, are you going to explain to me what’s gong on?” He gave her a firm look that said he wasn’t asking, he was telling.



“Harry, before I explain” she swallowed nervously, realizing her mouth had gone completely dry at the prospect of hurting her friend and having to tell her husband what she had done.



“Please understand, you have to understand how I feel about him. If it weren’t for him, Ron might still be here.” She blinked as more tears fell down her face. Stopping any protests Harry may have begun, she held her fingers to his lips, firmly before continuing. “Let me explain, please.”



“When Malfoy arrived at Grimmauld Place, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He put all three of you through too much to just ‘put our differences aside’, even for the war.

So I kept my eye on him. I saw the way he looked at Hermione, and I wasn’t the only one. Ron noticed too. I had tried to talk to him about his feelings for her, but he told me to stay out of it, that it was his business and I was crazy to think he had more than friendly feelings for his best friend. But I could tell. I could see the look in his eyes every time he caught Malfoy looking at her, which was a lot. But then he noticed that she was looking back. I think that’s what triggered his motivation for taking down the rest of the Death Eaters Harry.”



She took a deep breath and continued on. “He once found her outside of Malfoy’s room crying. She played it off and acted as if everything were fine, but two weeks later he couldn’t shake the disturbing feeling he had. He came to me that night with his notions. He told me he had watched from below as Hermione gave Malfoy a hug. Malfoy!? He told me he was going to kill every last Death Eater and then he would finally tell Hermione how he felt, how he wouldn’t lose her to Malfoy. It was only days later. . .when he died. He never told her how he felt.” Tears coursed down her face as she thought of her brother. He was too young to live without love. It wasn’t fair. And it certainly wasn’t fair that Malfoy did get Hermione.



“Don’t you see Harry? If Malfoy had never come to Grimmauld Place, Ron wouldn’t have been so determined to get the rest of the Death Eaters. He wouldn’t have rushed out to get killed” she sobbed the last words as she leaned into Harry’s chest.



Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny silently. Laying his head on her own, his heart aching at knowing his wife had kept these thoughts to herself, had never opened up to him before. It took a dramatic course by way of Hermione’s collapse for her to finally confide in him.



Gently placing his hand under her chin, Harry lifted her face to his and whispered, “If Malfoy had never shown up at Grimmauld Place, I might not have made it out of the war alive Ginny. He saved my life, he saved Hermione’s life.”



He waited for the words to sink in. He watched the emotions play across her face. Denial, anger, sadness and finally understanding.



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Draco led Hermione into the bedroom and slowly undressed her, placing soft kisses upon every inch of exposed skin as he did. Lifting her blouse over her head he placed tender, wet kisses upon her navel, her rib cage, over her heart and up to her neck before taking her lips in a loving chaste kiss.



Pushing her pants down over her hips, ‘perfect baby making hips’ he thought as he placed more loving kisses upon her skin. Gently lifting her leg out of her pants he ran his lips across her thigh to her knee. Moving to the other leg to repeat his actions. Standing before her he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them he picked Hermione up in his arms and carried her to bed.



Neither of them spoke a word as they gave each other what they both desperately needed; comfort, trust and love.



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The next day Hermione awoke to the sound of knocking. Draco called out sleepily for them to enter.



Hermione watched as the door opened and Peagreen stepped inside with a tray laden with fruits, pastries and juices. Placing the tray on the small table near the fireplace he proceeded over to the bed and handed Hermione a parchment.



“Thank you Peagreen” she smiled as he bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.



Feeling Draco’s warm hands on her side she rolled into her back and looked into his eyes, seeing the love and concern.



“Morning”



“Morning beautiful” he whispered before kissing her.



“So, who’s the letter from?” he questioned as he pulled her closer to him wanting to feel her warmth against his skin as often as possible.



“I’m not sure” she opened the parchment and quickly read over the note. Gasping as she continued to the end and seeing Ginny’s signature.



“Is everything alright?” he asked with concern.



“Yes, it appears it will be. Ginny would like us to come over for dinner tonight, to apologize to us both” tears slid down her cheeks. “She would very much like it if we came over around 5 o’clock, both of us Draco”

She turned into his chest and cried happily. His strong arms wrapping around her; a small smile gracing his face as he kissed the top of her head, ‘yes, it seems as though everything will be alright.’



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Ginny buzzed around the home all morning, cleaning and cooking as she did her best to keep her mind from racing over tonight’s pending outcome. She wanted nothing more than to be happy for her best friend, but knew she had to get over the hurdle of having Malfoy in her life once again.



She had wrapped her emotions in a black box after the war and put it away in a place in the far corners of her mind, hoping to never have to deal with them again. Seeing Malfoy in that restaurant with Hermione had blasted the box open with two tons of dynamite and all she could see was carnage before her. That night all of her emotions that she had held in check had spilled forth and out of her entire being, memories of Ron’s death once again squeezing her aching heart as she cried herself to sleep.



“Ginny?” Harry called out from the bedroom, breaking through her thoughts as tears filled her eyes once again.



Quickly swiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she dried off her hands and moved towards the bedroom meeting Harry in the hallway.



“Love, alright there?” Harry wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Everything will be fine, I promise you. Now, have you seen my white Oxford? I can’t seem to find it anywhere”



Standing on her toes she reached up to wrap her arms around her husband’s neck pulling him closer and giving him a deep, loving kiss before slipping into the bedroom.



A dazed Harry followed her and watched from the doorway as she rummaged through the closet to see her pulling out his shirt. She always seemed to know where everything thing was, he realized he would be completely lost without her and frowned at the dark thought.



“It’s right- Harry?” Ginny turned to show him the shirt in her hand when she noticed his saddened expression.



“Harry, what’s wrong?”



“I just love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my everything, you know that?” He pulled her into a tight hug. Reveling in the feel of her soft, warm body against his, inhaling deeply as he nuzzled her neck as his arms slowly lifted her small form off the ground.



“Oh Harry,” she giggled before being lifted off the ground, she squealed. “Harry, put me down, I have to finish dinner” she laughed. Instead of putting her down he walked over to the bed, Ginny still wrapped in his tight embrace before lying her down beneath him. His lips were leaving a path of scorching heat as he nipped and kissed her neck and shoulder. His hands were now moving across her body, fully cupping her breasts as his hips were pushing into hers. A whisper of a moan came from her mouth as she threw her head back giving him better access for his ministrations as he moved across her chest and down between her luscious breasts.



“Harry” she breathed softly, arching her hips to meet his. “we really don’t (unh) have time (oh Merlin) for this (yes) we have. . .oh, do that again!”



Wrapping her arms around his head that was now between her breasts as his tongue snaked across each globe, tenderly licking and sucking each nipple, ‘When did he pull my shirt down, oh who cares, this feels devine’



Hearing her demand he circled her rose colored nipple with his tongue before engulfing it within his hot mouth, trying desperately to get the large mound into his mouth while his other hand was not so gently twisting and pulling her matching peak.



Ginny reached down between their bodies, running her small hand across the large bulge that was now pressing eagerly into her mound. Trying to undo his belt would mean moving an she didn’t want to that, not just yet, his mouth was doing such tantalizing things to her, she could feel the heat pooling between her legs as he switched yet again, taking the second peak into his mouth, the cool air ghosting across her wet, abandoned nub.



She could feel Harry shifting slightly before her dress was pulled above her waist and his hand had now snuck into her knickers. Feeling how wet she was he groaned against her breast before delving into her warmth with two fingers. Her legs opened for him, her hips meeting his thrusts. Unable to achieve what she really wanted she pushed his head from her breast, just enough to get his trousers undone and snake her hand inside to find her prize, hard and weeping with want.



Harry groaned at the loss and moaned at the exquisite feeling of her soft hand wrapped around his length. Pushing his trousers further down with his free hand he shifted slightly to meet her apex with his length now being fisted in a quick rhythm.



“Gin, let go” he whispered breathlessly. As soon as she pulled her hand away he withdrew his fingers from her and plunged into her hot, silken core in one hard thrust.



Both screamed out their pleasure so loudly neither of them had noticed the announcement of their guests through the fireplace just two doors down the hall.



Ginny now had her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into with such fervor she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to take him with her she leaned up on her elbows, tightened her core and called out to him.



“Fuck me Harry, Fuck me harder”



Harry wouldn’t last, his wife knew he loved it when she spoke like this during their sexual escapades. Two thrusts later and they were both screaming out as they fell off the edge of the world, grasping each other tightly as they rode out their orgasmic bliss.



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Hermione had been nervous all morning. When she had first received the letter she was excited, too excited to even think about all the things that could go wrong with this evening, but as the day progressed she became quite antsy and nervous.



Seeing his fiance’ slowly withdraw into herself as the day progressed her decided her would give her something else to think about.



20 Minutes Later



“Draco, oh Merlin! Yes, yes, please, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking. . .Stoooooooooop!”



Hermione came hard as she reached forward to grab onto Draco’s strong arms beside her, her legs were slung over his shoulders as he buried his length to the hilt over and over again until he felt her walls clench around him, milking his pulsating cock to join her in the throws of ecstasy.



“mmm, that. was. Divine!” she panted as she dropped her legs and curled onto her side, feeling Draco drop onto the bed, his heavy breathing against the back of neck before a soft kiss was planted on her sweaty skin.



“Love, we really should get ready, it’s almost 4:30 now” he whispered against her skin, his arms wrapped tightly around her relaxed form.



30 Minutes later



“Are you sure we shouldn’t call first?” Draco questioned as Hermione prepared to step into the floo.



“Draco, she said 5 o’ clock, well, it’s five minutes after and I’m sure they are wondering where we are, come on, let’s go” Stepping into the fireplace, she stated ‘Potter Residence’ and disappeared in flickering green flames. Draco quickly followed.



Draco stepped out of the fireplace right behind Hermione and bumped directly into her.



“what are you-” her hand quickly found it’s way over his mouth as he tried to question what she was doing when he heard it. The tell tale signs of people obviously in the throws of passion. Rolling his eyes he quickly pulled her hand away from his mouth and whispered, “I told you we should have called first” a big grin on his face as he heard yet another round of screams and then silence.



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