Everything You Need

Hermione awoke to find herself in a big bed amidst lily-scented sheets. The sunlight was bright against her alcohol tired eyes. She wanted to dive beneath the covers until the offending daystar sank into the west. Unfortunately, the unfamiliar surroundings did more to sober her than ten cups of coffee.

The first thing that registered was that underneath the covers she was naked. Completely so. She looked around for her clothes but didn\'t see them. There was, however, a pair of gray pinstriped trousers and white shirt draped over a chair. Hermione got up, dragging the pristine white sheet with her. Wrapping it around her body like a toga, she examined the garments, astonished to find a fresh set of lingerie and shoes accompanying the clothing. Her glasses were on the table by the chair that the clothes were on, along with her purse and a note. The note simply read: \'Your things are being repaired.\'

Hermione noticed two sets of doors and went to the first one to open it. That one looked out into the hallway. There was one lonesome house-elf there dusting a vase that sat on a mahogany pie-crust table. She came out into the corridor fully. The elf spied her and took off with a squeak down the hall.

(Obviously not the bathroom, old girl.) She thought to herself. Hermione walked back into the room and shut the door. She tried the other set of doors and her mouth dropped open at the opulence displayed there.

The en-suite was completely decked out in red-veined cream marble. The fixtures on the tub and sink were shining gold. In a stall in one corner of the bathroom there was a toilet. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. This last was normal white porcelain. She couldn\'t have dealt with it if even the toilet had been elegant.

Attending to necessities, she came out and washed her hands, marvelling at the fluffy soft towels that unfolded and dried her hands for her. The tub began filling itself without warning, the soft scent of lilies and roses perfuming the air. The bubbles were a soft pink as they rose higher in the tub. When the spigot shut itself off, a toothbrush produced itself from out of nowhere. A choice of toothpastes lined themselves up on the shining marble surface of the sink.

Hermione, too dazed still to truly freak out at this turn of events, merely accepted it. She went over the vanity and picked up the toothbrush as the faucet began running. Sticking the brush under the water, she chose a cinnamon flavoured toothpaste and the rest went marching back into their drawer. She brushed her teeth and when she was done a face cloth and soap appeared at her elbow. She washed her face and turned her attention to the now softly steaming tub.

Dipping a toe into the water, she found it to be just right and dropped the sheet. She sank into the water gratefully, wincing at sore muscles, that - to her mind - had no business being sore. As she soaked in the silky, frothy water, images came floating back into her memory.

The last thing she consciously remembered was finishing the auction and dancing with Draco. After that, the night was a blur. She could vaguely recall looking up at the stars and traipsing through the museum\'s extensive statue garden. But the rest was a blank. Hermione closed her eyes and a strong image came snapping to the forefront. She remembered kissing Draco. Rather fervently if memory served (and in that instance, it did).

With a gasp, she left her reverie and drew a couple of relatively accurate conclusions. That\'s when she saw it. The huge emerald sparkling on her left hand. The stone was square cut, surrounded by round, brilliant diamonds. On the verge of hysterics, Hermione scrubbed herself as quickly as possible and got out of the bath. Two large and velvety soft towels hurtled through the massive bathroom and dried her with gentle efficiency.

When that was done, her hair was automatically dried. A black elastic came shimmering into view on the marble countertop. Hermione picked it up and restrained her hair. She went into the bedroom and dressed, determined to find out what in the hell was going on. After slipping her feet into flat black slippers, she went out into the corridor, looking at the progression of pictures. She finally found a staircase and went down, encountering another house-elf. This one seemed to have a bit of authority as it did not squeak and run away.

\"Where is he?\" She asked in clipped tones.

\"The master is in the library. Down this hall, the second door on the right,\" the elf replied in a strangely deep voice.

\"Thank you.\" Hermione went down the corridor and threw open the door. Draco sat at the desk situated in front of the tall lead-paned windows. He looked up at her dramatic entrance and smiled. Hermione had to admit, despite her rising panic and irritation that Malfoy looked damned good. The morning sunlight glinted off his silver rimmed glasses and he looked so neat and pressed that he could\'ve been in a shop window. That fact irritated Hermione even more.

\"Would you care for breakfast? I\'m sure you must be starving.\" He inclined his hand toward a table laden with goodies.

\"Did we get married last night, Malfoy?\"

Draco merely smiled and held up his left hand. A gold band shone on his third finger. \"It was damnably hard finding a wizard who would marry us at four in the morning. You\'re lucky I am who I am.\"

\"I don\'t remember you ever asking or even saying yes!\"

\"You were saying a lot more than yes, last night, wife.\" Draco eyes smouldered behind the lenses of his glasses. Hermione\'s cheeks pinked. Then she shook her head as if to clear it.

\"Oi. I have a headache.\" She began sinking down and a chair scrambled over to catch her. She held her head in her hands and tried to think. Draco looked at her sympathetically.

\"There\'s a bottle of hangover cure if you want it.\"

\"Yes, please.\"

Draco rose from his chair and got the bottle along with a thin porcelain teacup and saucer. He splashed a dollop into her cup and she drank it gratefully. Being near to thirty had finally taught our Miss Granger the benefits of a certain amount of discretion. She leaned back in the cushioned wingback and waited for the draught to take effect. Her head began to clear and her headache eased.

With the easing of that headache came a boatload of memories. She fully remembered nearly raping him in the gardens of the museum. She napped briefly in the grass only to be awakened by fluttering kisses on her skin. It had been Draco. Hermione had responded to him the way she never had with any other man. It was that last time when he\'d rolled her under him that she\'d said the words aloud. Hermione had been astonished to hear them repeated back to her. The accompanying sincerity had penetrated her liquor soaked mind.

That was when she made the proposal.

There, lying in grass, looking up at the stars, Hermione said the unthinkable. And horror of horrors, Draco accepted. He repaired her dress as best as he could and they set off to find a wizard who could officiate. The couple landed on the doorstep of that old meddler, Albus Dumbledore. He was pleased as punch to perform the ceremony. The old man was extremely gratified to see that the signatures on the hastily conjured marriage contract turned from blue, to green, to purple. He had shooed the young ones off and retired to his own bed once more.

Draco and Hermione landed in the huge bed that Hermione had awakened in. There, they spent the rest of the night celebrating their hasty nuptials. They downed bottles of champagne and made love until they passed out.

When Draco awoke, it was to bright sunlight and a very tousled Hermione in his bed. He grinned at the sleeping woman and crept out of the sheets. Fortunately, Draco was completely sober and able to remember everything from the night before. It had all gone according to plan. He\'d carefully avoided Hermione until he couldn\'t ignore his feelings for her any longer.

For the past five years he\'d listened to his godfather rant and rave about the fact that he\'d let Granger slip through his sallow little fingers. Initially, Draco wondered if his godfather had gone barmy. But as he continued to run into Hermione at function after function, Draco concluded that there was a decided attraction. But what made him really begin to like her was the day he had been running through the Ministry, hurrying to get somewhere else. But it was snowing outside and he hadn\'t a cloak and there is no way to Apparate in or out of the Ministry.

He\'d blown past Hermione impatiently. But she\'d had the temerity to stop him. Draco rounded on her, prepared to give her the tongue lashing of a lifetime. What stopped him was the fact that she was holding out his cloak, dropping it neatly over his shoulders and fastening the frogs. She merely smiled at him and went back to her office. It was the first time that someone, other than his caustic godfather, showed that they truly cared for his welfare.

He began noticing all the soft looks she sent his way. Even when he antagonized her or ignored her, beneath her obvious irritation was an affection that warmed him to his toes. He saw the way the other Ministry employees respected and liked her. He overheard snippets of conversation from other women co-workers about how Hermione needed someone special in her life. And lastly, when he saw her all dolled up at the last charity whatever it was they had to attend, Draco reached an irreversible point.

He had to have her and by whatever dirty means necessary.

Fate handed him the keys when he got the invitation to the Annual Conjurer\'s Ball. The insipid auction was just the ticket he needed to get Granger. He knew for a fact that she didn\'t have a date because he bribed her old stand-by, Neville, with fix-up with Gabrielle Delacoeur, Fleur\'s sister. That morning Draco got a nice little call from Neville via floo about how cosy he and Fleur were.

When Hermione got oh-so-conveniently soused last night, Draco felt as if he\'d been blessed by every god there was. She was gorgeous, brilliant and most of all, she *liked* him. He\'d never felt so satisfied in his life. The little tigress made him want to devour her and protect her all in the same moment. When she\'d awakened from her short post-coital slumber, her eyes were buttery soft and shining in the starlight.

That\'s when she said it. Draco was stupefied. He said the only words that came to mind. The smile that spread over her face was so beatific it was brighter than the sun. That\'s when she said the other thing. Her voice, so clipped and proper, tinged with sleep, liquor and contentment said only two words. \"Marry me.\"

And to Draco\'s surprise, he accepted.

With a whoop, he leapt up and pulled her to her feet, repairing her clothes as best as he could and getting back into his own things while Hermione dressed. They\'d Apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. It was a miracle, or the greatest of luck that they\'d not been splinched. Draco pushed open the gates and they climbed the walk to the doors of the castle.

The doors opened for them and they went to see the headmaster immediately. Draco and Hermione ran through all the candy names they could come up with until the gargoyle permitted them to enter. Albus had been in his office awaiting them. The headmaster was always alerted when someone came onto Hogwarts\' grounds without prior invitation.

When the old man was told what they wanted, he was more than happy to perform the ceremony. It took all of five minutes to complete. When they were done and Albus had pressed hastily conjured bridal favors made of Jordan almonds into their hands, the couple set off for Malfoy Manor. The gates of the enormous estate parted for them, recognizing their rightful lord and lady.

Once inside, Draco swept Hermione up into his arms and he climbed the stairs to his chamber. He kicked open the door, sending the frightened house-elf scurrying out. Dumping her unceremoniously onto the bed, she giggled as he summoned a bottle of Dom Perignon and two items from the vault. They split the bubbly, feeling giddier than ever. Draco pushed the emerald onto her finger and let her put the band on his hand. That\'s when the festivites really began.

Draco stripped her of her gown once more. Taking a drink of the champers, he kissed her, transferring the effervescent liquid into her mouth. He could feel Hermione\'s tongue searching out every crevice of his mouth, tasting the tart sweetness. The garter holding her wand was incredibly fetching, so he left it there after he set the piece of wood on the night table. Draco smirked, thinking of another piece of wood he wanted her thighs to hold.

He splashed some of the wine onto her breasts and painstakingly licked it off. Her nipples were berry sweet and firm. Draco didn\'t think he could get enough of them. Judging by Hermione\'s grip on his shoulders, he didn\'t think she could get enough of him. But she managed to master herself and she flipped him over. She swung her body over him to rest on his thighs. The sight of her was incredible. The fire in her eyes was unquenchable. Those nails raked over his body lightly enough to tease and hard enough to hurt. Draco revelled in it.

He watched as she picked up the bottle and took a deep swig of the champagne. Then she did the most unanticipated thing. She leaned down and engulfed his cock in her warm and fizzy mouth. The feel of her tongue and the liquid bubbles popping along his shaft was enough to drive him insane. He gripped that wild mane of hair, beginning to jerk from holding himself back. He was to discover that Hermione had an excellent sense of timing. She moved back up and sank down onto his penis.

The volcanic heat of her pussy was sheer heaven to Draco. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the deluge of sensation. When she began to ride him, her expertise was neatly shown off in the variations of movement she exhibited. But soon she tired of the play and began to rock against him in earnest. Her hands went to her breasts and she fondled them. Draco thought that was the most sensual thing he\'d ever seen. The sight of her playing with herself and riding him like a banshee was more than enough to send him screaming into orgasm. The last thing he remembered was her moaning climax before he passed out.

It was hard for him to reconcile the unleashed goddess of last night with the thin, distraught woman of this morning.

But, undeniably, it was her. This was a side he\'d never seen of her before. The vulnerable place she kept hidden from all, even her closest friends. He remembered only seeing her crying once, way back in their first year. Potter and Weasel were being complete arseholes, as usual. He remembered laughing at her weakness as well. But he never saw one tear drop from her eyes as she pushed past him. For that he admired her.

It was always that way between them. They were caught between admiration and loathing. It seemed that now the loathing had passed away and there was only the admiration and something deeper. Now, if only he could get her to stop crying.

He whipped out a pristine linen handkerchief and pressed it into her hand. \"Here, mop your face with that.\"

She took the piece of cloth and dried her eyes, although she still sniffled a bit. \"Thank you.\" She paused and took a deep breath. \"I can\'t believe I married you.\"

\"Am I that bad of a person?\"

\"No.\" She paused, searching for the right words. \"It\'s just that...I didn\'t expect a quickie marriage by way of a fat lot of alcohol.\"

Draco knelt down in front of her chair. \"Hermione,\" he began patiently. \"Does it really matter *how* it came about? You love me. You said it yourself. I love you. I think I have for a very long time. I think we\'ve been heading for this destination for a very very long time now. And now we\'re here.\" He gave her the softest smile she\'d ever seen on his face. That gave Hermione more pause than anything.

The fact that he could speak with such sincerity, smile with such contentment and pleasure at her was convincing enough. Even though the means were not what she would\'ve hoped for, they certainly justified the end result. She sighed lightly and grinned at him.

\"You know...the gossips will have a field day with this.\"

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The following fic is in response to Fic Request #8 from Jules, which stated the following conditions:

Rating(s) of the Fic: NC-17

3-5 Things to Include in the Fic:
1. Draco & Hermione in reading glasses
2. Amnesia - but not obliviate - for one of them
3. Can have drastic personality changes in Draco/Hermione but must have serious & realistic motivation behind it
4. Lots of hot snogging/shagging
5. Vampires

What Not to Include in the Fic:
no Draco/Hermione deaths