His Saving Grace
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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54,714
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178
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9
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Reminiscing
CHAPTER TWO: Reminiscing
Draco Malfoy leaned against the frame of the floor to ceiling windows that flanked the fireplace in his bedchamber. He stared out over the expansive grounds of Malfoy Manor and sipped at the tea in his hand. He had been away for a year with his parents in Switzerland, recuperating as it were from his little foray into depression.
His mother fussed over him endlessly and he could see his father’s disappointment that Draco had so little control over his emotions. Not that it was unusual for him to disappoint Lucius; he never seemed to do anything quite right where he was concerned.
Draco figured that had a lot to do with his severe melancholia. Time away from the small wizarding community in England had helped. It was nice not to be reminded of his past with every step he took. Over time he had come to terms with the things he had done, the choices he had made and slowly, the shadow that had hovered over him for so long had begun to diminish and he felt happiness start to return.
His eyes caught one of his father’s eagle owls circling over the lake before gliding into the owl house near the wood line. He stared at the willows that grew along the far side of the lake and reached into his pocket to run his fingers over the small hairclip that was always there. He had carried it in his pocket since the night he had spent by the lake with Hermione Granger.
Everyday he had thought of her, wondered where she was and what she was doing. Several times he had thought about writing to her, but his thera-witch had insisted it was best that he cut all ties with his former life and concentrate on getting over the sadness that was crippling him.
His memory of that night was vivid and it replayed itself again and again when he was awake and it haunted his dreams when he slept. He withdrew the hairclip and held it in the palm of his hand. It was a cheap little barrette, silver with tiny turquoise dragonflies on it, nothing special or valuable outside of what it represented to him. He wrapped his fingers around it and closed his eyes as he remembered.
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Draco nearly fell over when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. He stiffened for a moment, not sure how to react to someone touching him, offering him comfort and affection. Then he was enveloped in the soft, sweet scent of her, the warmth of her body began to seep in and he couldn’t help it, he wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her shoulder and held on.
He pulled back from her slowly, his cheek sliding along side hers until he could look into the golden depths of her eyes. She looked sympathetic, and confused. There was something else there that he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Malfoy?” Her brow furrowed and her breath hitched slightly. He stared at her mouth and his insides heated instantly, a feeling of pleasure long forgotten washed over him.
“Draco…call me Draco, please?” He wanted, no he needed to hear her say his name, needed her to acknowledge HIM.
“Draco, what are we doing?” She whimpered. Her breaths were shaky and he could feel her trembling as he slid his hands up from her waist to cup the sides of her face.
“I don’t know, but it feels right.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers softly. She didn’t push him away, she didn’t resist but she didn’t reciprocate either. He used his thumbs to nudge her chin so she would part her lips and slipped his tongue inside. She was hesitant at first, but soon she was kissing him back earnestly, her fingers fisting in the material of his robes as she held him closer. “Stay with me.” He whispered against her lips as he pushed her back onto the grass. “Just for tonight.”
She gasped softly as his hand slid up the outside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. Her skin was so warm, so silky smooth beneath his hand. He was still kissing her as he tucked his fingers into her knickers and tugged them down; she lifted her hips so that he could remove them completely before he moved between her thighs. Her robes were spread out beneath her and his billowed over them, covering them.
Buttons were slid free and shirts opened. Draco tugged the cups of her bra down to free her breasts to his hands, lips and tongue. His fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking, teasing, and testing to make certain she was ready. He rested his forehead against hers as he entered her slowly. She was snug, so tight that he had difficulty moving forward as he pressed into her. He hadn’t had much experience, but he had enough to realize that this was different, no one else had trespassed within her, and he was the first.
“So good.” He whispered. “Feels so good inside you.” He pressed harder, pushing through the tight, fist like grip of her until he was seated to the hilt.
“Oh my gods…” She moaned, her eyes closed and her neck arching as she clutched at his back. She tightened involuntarily around him and Draco nearly came right then. He withdrew slowly and then pressed inside once more, doing it again and again until he was moving easily within her ever slickening depths.
They remained nose to nose as he moved between her thighs, their soft moans and sighs mingling. Draco knew he wouldn’t last and slid his hand between them, stroking the tight bundle of flesh at the top of her sex with his fingertip until she convulsed around him, her cry of release echoing into the night as he followed her over, spilling himself deep inside her body.
He held her close, still buried inside her for a long time afterwards. When they were both calm enough that their breathing had returned to normal, he withdrew and they cleaned up and fixed their clothing. She probably would have fled back to the castle, but Draco pulled her into his arms and snuggled into her back. He buried his face into her hair and breathed deeply of her sweet, vanilla scent.
“I was your first.” He whispered into the back of her neck.
“Yes, regardless of how I behaved tonight, I do not give my affections easily.” She said.
“Whatever I may have said in the past, Hermione, I never believed you were easy. Thank you.” He kissed her neck softly and wrapped his robes around her, holding her close to him as he fell asleep.
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It had been difficult to walk away from that private little place by the lake, at least for him. He had walked her to the top of the dungeon stairs and she had told him to be happy again. She had no idea how much she had done to help him along the way by simply accepting him, offering him comfort and affection without expectations. He recalled the way she looked when he saw her last, standing in her graduation robes with Potter and Weasley at the front of the great hall. Their eyes met briefly and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. With a slight wave, he walked away.
Draco looked down one last time at the little hair clip and put it back into his pocket. He glanced at his watch and sighed, it was almost time for him to meet his father at Gringotts Bank, he was learning the ropes of Malfoy Inc. and today was all about finance. He set his teacup, and his reminiscing aside and apparated to Diagon Alley.
He made his way slowly down the cobblestone street, weaving his way through the crowd and around the many vending carts lining the street. He had just past Olivander’s when he heard someone speak to him.
“I don’t believe it, Draco Malfoy.” He stopped and turned his head slowly. Ginerva Weasley leaned against the wall outside of the bookstore. She looked just the same, a little older than when he had seen her last. She would have just graduated from school. He tilted his head, a bit surprised to see the baby draped over her shoulder. He couldn’t really see it, only the yellow dress and bonnet it wore. “I hadn’t heard about you returning to England.”
“Ginny Weasley. My family only just returned” He said, smiling politely. “Well, Potter wasted no time did he?” Draco asked, gesturing towards the baby.
“Oh, gods this isn’t my baby! This is Hermione’s daughter, mum minds her while Mione works, I’m just holding her so mum can finish her shopping.” Ginny laughed. Draco didn’t look amused.
“Granger’s baby?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“Yes, she’s three months old.” Ginny slid Grace from her shoulder and cradled her in one arm while tugging the bonnet back with the other. Draco nearly fell over when the little yellow bonnet was pulled away and he could see the little girl clearly. Golden blonde curls covered the little ones round head, she was a chubby little thing with fat rosy cheeks that showed hints of dimples. She was sucking on a bright pink dummy and staring at him curiously. Draco caught his breath when he realized he was staring into his own silvery blue eyes.
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Draco Malfoy leaned against the frame of the floor to ceiling windows that flanked the fireplace in his bedchamber. He stared out over the expansive grounds of Malfoy Manor and sipped at the tea in his hand. He had been away for a year with his parents in Switzerland, recuperating as it were from his little foray into depression.
His mother fussed over him endlessly and he could see his father’s disappointment that Draco had so little control over his emotions. Not that it was unusual for him to disappoint Lucius; he never seemed to do anything quite right where he was concerned.
Draco figured that had a lot to do with his severe melancholia. Time away from the small wizarding community in England had helped. It was nice not to be reminded of his past with every step he took. Over time he had come to terms with the things he had done, the choices he had made and slowly, the shadow that had hovered over him for so long had begun to diminish and he felt happiness start to return.
His eyes caught one of his father’s eagle owls circling over the lake before gliding into the owl house near the wood line. He stared at the willows that grew along the far side of the lake and reached into his pocket to run his fingers over the small hairclip that was always there. He had carried it in his pocket since the night he had spent by the lake with Hermione Granger.
Everyday he had thought of her, wondered where she was and what she was doing. Several times he had thought about writing to her, but his thera-witch had insisted it was best that he cut all ties with his former life and concentrate on getting over the sadness that was crippling him.
His memory of that night was vivid and it replayed itself again and again when he was awake and it haunted his dreams when he slept. He withdrew the hairclip and held it in the palm of his hand. It was a cheap little barrette, silver with tiny turquoise dragonflies on it, nothing special or valuable outside of what it represented to him. He wrapped his fingers around it and closed his eyes as he remembered.
**** **** **** **** ****
Draco nearly fell over when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. He stiffened for a moment, not sure how to react to someone touching him, offering him comfort and affection. Then he was enveloped in the soft, sweet scent of her, the warmth of her body began to seep in and he couldn’t help it, he wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her shoulder and held on.
He pulled back from her slowly, his cheek sliding along side hers until he could look into the golden depths of her eyes. She looked sympathetic, and confused. There was something else there that he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Malfoy?” Her brow furrowed and her breath hitched slightly. He stared at her mouth and his insides heated instantly, a feeling of pleasure long forgotten washed over him.
“Draco…call me Draco, please?” He wanted, no he needed to hear her say his name, needed her to acknowledge HIM.
“Draco, what are we doing?” She whimpered. Her breaths were shaky and he could feel her trembling as he slid his hands up from her waist to cup the sides of her face.
“I don’t know, but it feels right.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers softly. She didn’t push him away, she didn’t resist but she didn’t reciprocate either. He used his thumbs to nudge her chin so she would part her lips and slipped his tongue inside. She was hesitant at first, but soon she was kissing him back earnestly, her fingers fisting in the material of his robes as she held him closer. “Stay with me.” He whispered against her lips as he pushed her back onto the grass. “Just for tonight.”
She gasped softly as his hand slid up the outside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went. Her skin was so warm, so silky smooth beneath his hand. He was still kissing her as he tucked his fingers into her knickers and tugged them down; she lifted her hips so that he could remove them completely before he moved between her thighs. Her robes were spread out beneath her and his billowed over them, covering them.
Buttons were slid free and shirts opened. Draco tugged the cups of her bra down to free her breasts to his hands, lips and tongue. His fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking, teasing, and testing to make certain she was ready. He rested his forehead against hers as he entered her slowly. She was snug, so tight that he had difficulty moving forward as he pressed into her. He hadn’t had much experience, but he had enough to realize that this was different, no one else had trespassed within her, and he was the first.
“So good.” He whispered. “Feels so good inside you.” He pressed harder, pushing through the tight, fist like grip of her until he was seated to the hilt.
“Oh my gods…” She moaned, her eyes closed and her neck arching as she clutched at his back. She tightened involuntarily around him and Draco nearly came right then. He withdrew slowly and then pressed inside once more, doing it again and again until he was moving easily within her ever slickening depths.
They remained nose to nose as he moved between her thighs, their soft moans and sighs mingling. Draco knew he wouldn’t last and slid his hand between them, stroking the tight bundle of flesh at the top of her sex with his fingertip until she convulsed around him, her cry of release echoing into the night as he followed her over, spilling himself deep inside her body.
He held her close, still buried inside her for a long time afterwards. When they were both calm enough that their breathing had returned to normal, he withdrew and they cleaned up and fixed their clothing. She probably would have fled back to the castle, but Draco pulled her into his arms and snuggled into her back. He buried his face into her hair and breathed deeply of her sweet, vanilla scent.
“I was your first.” He whispered into the back of her neck.
“Yes, regardless of how I behaved tonight, I do not give my affections easily.” She said.
“Whatever I may have said in the past, Hermione, I never believed you were easy. Thank you.” He kissed her neck softly and wrapped his robes around her, holding her close to him as he fell asleep.
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It had been difficult to walk away from that private little place by the lake, at least for him. He had walked her to the top of the dungeon stairs and she had told him to be happy again. She had no idea how much she had done to help him along the way by simply accepting him, offering him comfort and affection without expectations. He recalled the way she looked when he saw her last, standing in her graduation robes with Potter and Weasley at the front of the great hall. Their eyes met briefly and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. With a slight wave, he walked away.
Draco looked down one last time at the little hair clip and put it back into his pocket. He glanced at his watch and sighed, it was almost time for him to meet his father at Gringotts Bank, he was learning the ropes of Malfoy Inc. and today was all about finance. He set his teacup, and his reminiscing aside and apparated to Diagon Alley.
He made his way slowly down the cobblestone street, weaving his way through the crowd and around the many vending carts lining the street. He had just past Olivander’s when he heard someone speak to him.
“I don’t believe it, Draco Malfoy.” He stopped and turned his head slowly. Ginerva Weasley leaned against the wall outside of the bookstore. She looked just the same, a little older than when he had seen her last. She would have just graduated from school. He tilted his head, a bit surprised to see the baby draped over her shoulder. He couldn’t really see it, only the yellow dress and bonnet it wore. “I hadn’t heard about you returning to England.”
“Ginny Weasley. My family only just returned” He said, smiling politely. “Well, Potter wasted no time did he?” Draco asked, gesturing towards the baby.
“Oh, gods this isn’t my baby! This is Hermione’s daughter, mum minds her while Mione works, I’m just holding her so mum can finish her shopping.” Ginny laughed. Draco didn’t look amused.
“Granger’s baby?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“Yes, she’s three months old.” Ginny slid Grace from her shoulder and cradled her in one arm while tugging the bonnet back with the other. Draco nearly fell over when the little yellow bonnet was pulled away and he could see the little girl clearly. Golden blonde curls covered the little ones round head, she was a chubby little thing with fat rosy cheeks that showed hints of dimples. She was sucking on a bright pink dummy and staring at him curiously. Draco caught his breath when he realized he was staring into his own silvery blue eyes.
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