Hermione and Draco

Disclaimer: These characters are not of my creation (I wish!). Everything belongs to JK Rowling, I'm just delving into the Pensieve and playing around with the memories a little!

AChapter 5 – The Little White Lie

Hermione woke up in a strange bedroom, with sunlight streaming through the windows. She could feel someone lying next to her and when she turned to look, she froze.

Oh my Gods! She thought. It wasn’t a dream. I really did end up with Draco last night, and we really did… uh… that. Did he really tell me he loved me, that he wanted me to be his wife, or was that a dream? She had to know.

She turned all the way over, and snuggled up to Draco, kissing him lightly on the lips, then on his eyes until he woke up and looked at her – and he smiled with such joy that there was no doubt, he had said all of those things to her last night, and he meant them. She smiled back at him, kissed him again, and was so overwhelmed with relief and fear and guilt that all she could do was lower her face and cry quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

When Draco felt kisses on his lips and eyes, he hadn’t quite left his dreams. He was afraid to open them and find that last night was just that, a dream, that Hermione had slept in his guest room after all, and that they hadn’t made love.

Then he opened his eyes and saw that it was Hermione there with him and it wasn’t just a dream. He smiled then, letting all his joy and happiness flow out of that smile to her. She then smiled back, kissed him again, then a spasm of – Relief? Fear? Guilt? – crossed her face, and she lowered her head and began to cry softly.

Draco gathered her into his arms and held her close. “Hey, now, what’s this? Was I so bad last night that you have no other way to show it than by crying in our bed?”

Hermione looked up in surprise at the words from him – to see that he was smiling at her still and gently teasing her to try and get her in a better mood. She tried to smile back, hiccupped and buried her face on his shoulder again.

He just lay there, holding her while she cried, murmuring words of comfort, how brave she was, and beautiful. That it was okay, to let it all out, he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

As she began to relax into his arms, all she could think was that this was the man that she had wanted for longer than she could tell anymore – and he was lying in the same bed with her, naked. She felt herself heating up again, even as she nonchalantly grabbed her wand off the nightstand and quietly put a silencing charm on the door before replacing her wand on the bedside table. She then buried her head again into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone, up to his neck. Then she threw her leg over his waist so she was straddling him, looked deeply into his surprised eyes, and kissed him passionately.

As Draco held the weeping Hermione he couldn’t help but think of several ways to make her feel better, but they were all physical, and that was not what she wanted or needed right now. He murmured comfort into her hair until she started to relax, and felt himself drifting back to sleep. He felt her reach for something. She muttered something, then put her head back on his shoulder, but instead of going back to sleep, she started kissing his shoulders, his neck, and when he felt her throw her leg over to straddle him, he eyes flew open in surprise. He didn’t understand what she was doing before she bent over and kissed him quite seriously.

As she was straddling him, she softly trailed one hand down his toned body to his semi-hard length. As she continued to kiss him softly, but deeply, she started to stroke him, making him gasp with surprise and moan. As she continued to slowly stroke him, to bring him to full hardness, he reached between her legs, sticking in one finger between her moist lips and found her nub. When he found it, he started to stroke her slowly but firmly, until she was as ready as he was. She moaned into his mouth, and when they were both ready, she sat up on her knees, positioned her hot center over his hardness, and slowly slid herself onto the entire length of him.

When she started it made them both moan with torturous pleasure, and she sat there for a moment, so she could adjust to his size again. He was not an average size, and it was a little shocking at first. Then, slowly, she rose back up before seating herself all the way down on him again.

Soon, she was moaning loudly, and he was grunting as they thrust themselves together as their passions grew. Every few strokes, she’d lean over to whisper, “I love you”, kiss him passionately and then start to intensify the strokes to harder and faster. Near the end, they were both saying “I love you” to each other with every other stroke, and when they reached their climax simultaneously, they cried out each others names and she fell on to his chest as he felt her muscles spasm around the full length of him, and she felt his seed spill into her. She lay there for a moment, landing butterfly soft kisses all over his face before taking herself off of him and lying beside him in their bed.

“Well, good morning to you too!” Draco smiled at Hermione with the love and happiness in him pouring out like sunshine. She could almost feel the heat coming off of it.

“Good morning, love,” she answered back. “I hope you don’t mind, but after my little breakdown, I just couldn’t help myself. I love you so much, and I needed to show that to you, because after we have the little talk with Harry and Ginny, I think I’m going to the Burrow for a few days.” As she said this she finally looked up into his eyes to see his reaction.

At first he was surprised, and then he looked hopeless. She was leaving. Would she ever come back?

“I’m not going to stop you from going Hermione. I know it’s something you need to do. I might not like it, but if it’s something that you need to do, do it.” He looked deeply into her eyes, his own eyes pleading with her, as his eyes welled up. “Please, just promise me one thing?”

“Anything, my love, just name it.”

“Just promise that you’ll come back to me.” was all he said before he went to turn over.

“Draco… Draco, please look at me.” Hermione grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye. She saw so much fear in him – fear of being rejected and left behind. “Oh, love – I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I just need some time alone to think through everything and sort it all out. I promise I’m coming back. I just need to get my head straight before I do it. I love you, Draco. I’m never leaving and I’m never going to hurt you. I promise.”

Draco sighed with relief and took her hand. “I love you, too, Mya. I promise that I won’t ever leave or hurt you. Please just come back to me as soon as you can.”

“Of course I will. Now, let’s get up and get ready to go deal with the Potters, shall we? If I know them, they’re probably already up and eagerly awaiting our arrival to tell them what happened last night.”

“Alright, Hermione. Let’s get going.”

They both jumped out of bed and went to get ready for the day.

*************
Ginny woke up before Harry, so she took the opportunity to use their bathroom, get showered and dressed before waking him up with light kisses and caresses. He loved it when she woke him like that.

Harry was having such a strange dream – he was at Hermione and Draco’s wedding, and they had just sung their vows when a strange wizard stood up and cursed Hermione! When he pulled off his robes, they could all see that is was Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy!

As Lucius stalked up the aisle to his son, he was telling Draco how he wouldn’t allow his son to marry a filthy mudblood, to ruin the family bloodlines. “Choose, Draco!” Lucius screamed at his son. “Choose who dies – you or your precious mudblood!”

Draco stepped in between Lucius and Hermione, but before he, or anyone else, could do anything, Lucius cried “Avada Kedavra!” and Draco crumpled next to Hermione.

Harry woke up, sitting straight up with a strangled shout as someone touched him.

Ginny squealed in shock and fell over backwards. Harry looked down at his wife, and shook his head. He got out of bed and helped her up, making sure she wasn’t hurt badly and apologizing for knocking her over.

“I’m fine, Harry, you just startled me when you jumped up like that.” Ginny grimaced in pain when he touched her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Ginny, I was having a nightmare and you scared me.” Harry looked over her shoulder, found it wasn’t broken or dislocated and muttered a quick heal charm on his wife.

Ginny sighed with relief as the bruise healed up and her shoulder quit hurting. “So, what was the nightmare about? The same one?”

“No, it wasn’t the old one – it was a new one. We were at Hermione and Draco’s wedding when…” he stopped. “When… huh. I don’t remember what happened. That’s weird; I don’t usually forget my dreams like that.”

“Well, since you forgot it, it’s probably nothing. Like you said, you don’t usually forget your dreams, so this was probably just all worry about everything that’s happened with Ron, Hermione and Draco.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, rubbing the bulge in his pajamas lightly with her hands. He groaned. “I’m going to go put a pot of coffee on and see if Mya and Draco are up yet. There should be plenty of hot water, so go in and do your business, and I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Harry grabbed his wife around the waist with one hand, a breast with the other and kissed her passionately. After almost 4 years of marriage, they still affected each other like they were newlyweds.

Ginny moaned into his mouth, then got a grip on herself and batted his hands away. When he gave her the sad puppy dog eyes, she laughed in his face. “Oh, no, you don’t! We are guests here and I want to find out what happened between them last night – and what caused Draco to start crying like that.”

Reminded of that, Harry’s eyes lit up in anticipation, kissed his wife on the forehead and patted her on her bottom as she turned to go make coffee. With a wink back at him, she took the silencing charm off the door, and walked out. He gathered up his stuff and went into the bathroom for a long shower.

*************

After Hermione and Draco had gone to get showered, and made love in the shower, they got all washed up, having had to stop themselves from going at it again. Hermione shook her head as she got out of the shower so Draco could finish up. She couldn’t believe they were acting like a couple of sex-starved teenagers! She’d never been affected like this by anyone else, not even Ron. She just couldn’t believe it.

"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!" Hermione quoted the line from Romeo and Juliet.

“What was that, love?” questioned Draco.

Hermione repeated the statement, and Draco stepped out of the shower, nodding. “Romeo and Juliet, act 1, scene 5.”

Hermione was stunned. Apparently muggle music wasn’t the only muggle thing Draco liked.

“I’m surprised that you’d know something like that from a muggle playwright.” Hermione admitted.

“Granger, do you really think that someone that could write like that was a muggle? You still have a lot to learn.” Draco tried to do his old smirk, but it came out goofy, mostly a smile, and not quite a smirk. Hermione laughed at the expression.

“Well, that proves it! The old Draco must be dead and gone, he would have never messed up his trademark smirk that badly!” she laughed at him.

“It’s not my fault! I wouldn’t have messed it up if it weren’t for you walking around my bathroom naked like that!”

“Well, fine, then, I’ll go get dressed.” Hermione was much more successful in narrowing her eyes, and lifting her chin defiantly, like she used to do in school. Except there was laughter in her eyes, and there was a smile playing around her mouth. Gods, he loved that look on her face! It used to turn his knees to butter, and apparently it still did. He leaned over, grabbed her and pulled her close for a kiss. She kissed him back for a moment, then pulled away.

“Oh, no, you don’t! I know that Harry and Ginny are up already, I can smell the coffee! We need to get out there, before they’re pounding at our door, trying to get our story! Now, I’m going to go and get dressed!”

He pouted at her, and as she walked by him, she reached out and smacked his butt. He jumped and smiled at her.

“Oo, I didn’t know you liked it rough, Mya,” he leered at her. “I’ll have to remember that for later!”

She started laughing so hard she could barely stand. “Oh, you! Get your ass in there and get dressed before I really do spank you!”

“Promises, promises.” He grinned.

She grinned back at him, suddenly overwhelmed with her love for him. She walked into their room, looking around for something to wear. What the hell was she going to wear? She thought about it for a moment, then grabbed the clothes she had worn last night. A few well-spoken spells later, she had a pair of low-rise jeans, a crop top in black, and a pair of Birkenstock style sandals.

When Draco walked out of the bathroom, he looked her over, noticing that she had clothes on that he knew that neither one of them had. He raised an eyebrow at her clothes.

“Sorry, I needed something besides that t-shirt and boxers you gave me to wear last night. So I transfigured them, and conjured the sandals and underwear. I hope you don’t mind.” She looked up at him from under eyelashes, a little sheepish.

Draco grinned at her expression and shook his head. “Naw, I couldn’t fit into those clothes anymore, anyway. That’s why they fit you so well, love.”

Once Draco was dressed, they took the silencing charm off the door and went out to spell everything out about them to the Potters.

*************

When Hermione and Draco walked into the kitchen, they saw that Ginny and Harry were already seated at the small table, coffee in hands. Hermione went over and grabbed a cup of coffee, and put some cream in it. She handed it to Draco. “Black with some cream, right?”

Draco was stunned. “I can’t believe you remembered – we only had coffee together once!”

Ginny and Harry grinned at each other, then at the new couple. Hermione didn’t miss it.

“What are you two laughing at?” She asked suspiciously.

“Nothing.” They both replied guilelessly.

“Yeah, sure – whatever,” smirked Hermione.

Draco turned around and handed Hermione a cup of coffee. “If I remember right, you like it black, with a little water added, right?”

“Oh my Gods, Not even Ron…” she looked down at the cup in her hands, then back up to Draco. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to stop comparing you to Ron. It’s just that you’re like day and night in every way.” She said with an evil grin.

“Ew! Ew, ew, ewwww!” grimaced Ginny. “I did not need that mental picture! Now I’m not going to be able to ask any intimate questions when I finally get you alone, Mya.”

“Good!” chimed in the other three. Ginny pouted at the three of them, until Harry kissed it off her face.

Draco and Hermione sat down at the table. Or rather, Draco sat down and then pulled Hermione into his lap. She didn’t seem to mind at all. She wiggled around to get more comfortable, and Draco’s eyes started rolling into his head.

“Mya,” he croaked. “As much as I love it when you wiggle in my lap, do you suppose you can stop while we aren’t alone? Because if you don’t, I won’t be responsible for what I’ll do in front of our guests.”

“Sorry, love.” Hermione said wickedly, then turned to Ginny and winked.

Harry and Ginny blushed, and then laughed at her wink.

“Okay, okay, enough!” Ginny was impatient. “I – We – want to know exactly what happened last night! Why did you both end up here – in the same bed?”

“Well, I suppose it was because I was afraid that Ron would end up back at our flat to try to start a fight, so I decided I didn’t want to go back there. Draco offered his guest room, and I accepted.” Hermione replied soberly, looking at Draco.

“I couldn’t sleep – for various reasons. Least of which was because I was still so mad at Weas-ley – but mostly it was because I was feeling frustrated. I felt like the evening with Mya was going so well until he came in. I was trying to take my mind off my – uh – problems, and decided to play some music, and sing.”

“I woke up in the guest bed,” shrugged Hermione. “I heard someone playing the piano, thought it sounded pretty good, and went to investigate. What I found was Draco, sitting at his piano, and singing She’s Got A Way by Billy Joel. A muggle musician.” She supplied at Ginny’s blank look. “I listened for a few moments and by the end of the song, I knew I loved him, wanted him, and at that point I didn’t give a damn if people liked it or not. I walked over, put my arms around his neck, and…”

“And seduced me right on the spot!” Draco laughed. “I had made up my mind not to push, to let it go at whatever pace she wanted it to go, and go only as far as she wanted. Well, she started to do some interesting things, I lost my resolve, picked her up, carried her to my – our – bed, and proceeded to…”

“Draco!” exclaimed Hermione. “You don’t need to go into that much detail!” she said primly.

“We had just finished when Harry popped out of the fireplace,” finished Draco. “And you know the rest!”

Ginny smiled at Harry, with a look in her eyes that said, I told you so. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, then turned to his two friends.

“And what about – uh – you, Draco?” Harry asked delicately. “You kind of – collapsed last night, when Ginny and I said you were one of our best friends. Is that something you still want to talk about?”

Hermione turned to look into Draco’s eyes. “You know you can trust us, we would never tell anyone outside of this room about anything you tell us, unless you asked us to. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t feel comfortable, we will understand, and we’ll be here for you when you do want to talk. Right guys?”

“Absolutely. Draco, we will definitely be there for you whenever – and I mean whenever – you feel the need, okay?” Harry said and Ginny nodded.

Draco was taken aback. How had he never seen this side of them? All he ever saw were a bunch of nosy goodie-goodies that were always in everyone else’s business. Now he realized they were always in everyone else’s business because they really, sincerely cared about others. It was, again, too much. As he felt the tears well up in his eyes all he could think of was, Damn, guess I wasn’t as prepared for this as I thought I was.

Hermione took his face in her hands and gently kissed him. “C’mon, Draco. Let it go. There’s just us, and we’re here for you. It’s okay to feel, and to show your friends how you are feeling.”

That was it! He couldn’t take it anymore. He wrapped Hermione in his arms and buried his head in her hair. Then he cried like a broken-hearted child.

Hermione sat there in his arms, holding him, telling him it was ok, telling him she loved him and how wonderful he was, that there was nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.

When the tears quit falling, Draco smiled up at the toffee-eyed witch that he was holding. “I – I know that I shouldn’t feel ashamed, but the way that Lucius raised me…” he took a deep breath and began telling them everything.

*************

Hermione, Ginny and Harry were in shock. As Draco started telling them of everything that had happened to him when he was growing up, of the abuse, the three friends couldn’t keep the looks of revulsion off their faces.

Hermione watched Draco as he began telling of his abuse, no torture, that Lucius Malfoy put his only child through. She was totally taken aback. Well, no wonder he was such an asshole at school! If I had a parent that used the Unforgivable Curses, rape, beatings and starvation to get me to act like they wanted me to, I’d probably act just like he did in school!

As the Boy Who Lived listened to Draco’s story, he was revolted. Not at Draco, but at Lucius. He’d been on the receiving end of abuse and neglect, but the things that he had experienced were nowhere near as bad as what happened to Draco. How could they do that?

Ginny was the most surprised of them all about it. She had grown up in a loving, nurturing home. She knew that kids were abused everyday, but hearing to what extent that Draco had been abused, she was completely sickened. She had to excuse herself halfway through the story to be physically ill. She just couldn’t take it. When she got back, Draco was finishing his tale, and Harry grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. He sat there and cradled his shocked wife, trying to soothe her.

When Draco was done, he looked up at his friends and Hermione. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when he looked up. They were all shocked, revolted, by what his father did. When he looked into Hermione’s eyes, she had tears spilling from them, and she looked into his eyes, still seeing the wounded child of a Death Eater that would do anything to make sure his heir was exactly to his liking.

Hermione took his face her hands and kissed him gently. “Oh, my poor little love. I can’t believe you had to go through all of that. No wonder you were like you were in school. If I had known…”

“If you had known, I wouldn’t have been doing my job correctly and would have gotten beaten even more.” Draco said with a bitter twist to his lips. “You weren’t supposed to know. I couldn’t let anyone know. That’s just how it was.”

Tears fell from Hermione’s eyes as she shook her head. “But I could have helped, I could have given you support, I could have been your friend – let you know that you weren’t alone…”

“But, Mya, you have given me all that,” Draco smiled sadly at her. “You’ve given me all of that in the last five years. And now, you’ve given me something even better.”

“Better?” she looked into his eyes. “Better, how?”

“You gave me the one think I never thought I’d have,” at her confused look, he chuckled. “You’ve given me your heart and your love. That means more to me than anything. If I had to do it all over again, and have a choice between having your friendship then and your love now – I’d choose your love now.”

Then he dissolved into tears again.

She sat there, letting him hold her, whispering words of comfort to him, loving him more every minute for what he was sharing with her and her – their – friends. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and when she looked over at Ginny and Harry, they both had tears in their eyes.

Then Harry and Ginny were there, too, wrapping arms around Hermione and Draco, crying for the child that never got love, never got his fathers approval, never was allowed to be a child.

When Draco realized what his friends were doing, it made him cry a little harder. Dammit, why was I never told this is how friends were supposed to be? I can understand why Lucius never told me, but Mother should have at least alluded to it.

When they could hear that his tears were abating, the Potters went back to their seats and forgotten coffee. Ginny wiped her eyes, and Harry sniffed.

Draco raised his head a little, not wanting to look into anyone’s eyes. It was hard for him to conquer the conditioning that his father had beaten into him.

Hermione noticed, and lifted his head so they were looking eye to eye. “Oh, no. You are not going to feel bad for this! Draco, there is nothing wrong with crying, or hurting, or loving! That is something you were brought up to believe is wrong, but it’s not!” There were tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, too, and when she kissed him, their tears mingled on their lips.

“Okay, okay,” he finally said, wiping his eyes, and then wiping Hermione’s. “Enough of the waterfalls. I swear, I’ve cried more in the last 12 hours than I’ve cried in my whole life! It’s time for you to get ready to go to the Burrow with Harry and Ginny.”

“Oh,” sighed Hermione. “Yes, I suppose I do. I don’t really want to leave you alone right now, though.”

“I’ll be fine, love,” Draco said very seriously. “Now go.”

Hermione looked over at Harry and Ginny, who were holding hands at the other end of the table.

“Harry, Ginny, I’ll meet you at the Burrow. I have something I need to take care of first.” She said giving Draco a sly look.

Harry and his wife smirked, although “Alright, we’ll see you in a while,” was all they said.

As the two couples hugged and kissed good-bye, Hermione told them she’d see them later.

*************

Draco turned to Hermione with a raised eyebrow, “What was all that about? I thought you were leaving with them?”

“Well, I will be leaving, just not quite yet.” Hermione gave Draco a smoldering look, then got up without a word, and walked out of the room.

Draco sat there for a moment, wondering if she wanted him to follow her when he heard a tapping at his window. There was a huge eagle owl outside the kitchen window, tapping on the glass.

Draco sighed, went over to the window and let in the owl. He took the envelope attached to the owl’s leg, and gave it some water and Owl Treats. He opened the letter with a sigh of resignation. He hated this. He’d only gotten a letter like this one other time within the last three years and he had hated that too. He sighed and went looking for Hermione.

“Mya?” he walked out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and when he got into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione had made over the living area to look like a harem tent, and had a huge lunch spread out on the table in the middle of the floor. There were pillows piled all over the floor.

“Mya?” Draco called again, when Hermione entered the room dressed as a harem girl. Draco’s mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged. He looked her up and down with longing, then looked at the letter and sighed.

Hermione caught the look on Draco’s face, and saw the letter. “What is it, Draco?”

“It’s a letter from my office assistant. He’s a very competent wizard, usually I don’t have to go in on the weekends, but there’s an urgent matter at the office that I must go and attend to… but I’m going to stay here, to eat lunch with you, at least. Especially since you went to all this trouble!”

“Oh,” Hermione was disappointed. She was going to feed him, then seduce him, again. Now it looks like she was going to only have time for one of those things. But which one?

“I’m sorry, Hermione. It’s something that they can’t do without me, and damned if I like it. I was looking forward to spending a leisurely lunch with you before you left for your visit to the Burrow. Just wait here, I’m going to send the owl back and let them know that I’ll be there in about an hour, and to wait. That’ll give us a little time together, at least.”

Hermione nodded to Draco and smiled. He went back into the kitchen to send off the owl, and she made up her mind which one it was going to be. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and then lay down on the pillows in a provocative pose.

Draco walked back in from the kitchen, re-reading the letter that he’d gotten. “What’s for lunch? I’m starv…”

When he looked up and saw what Hermione was doing, his voice caught in his throat and his eyes bulged. He walked over to where Hermione was laying, and just stared at her. Gods, she was beautiful!

Hermione sat up on her knees, looking up at Draco, smiling impishly. She started to undress him, and soon he was as nude as she.

They lay there in the pillows, feeding each other between kisses and caresses until it all got to be too much. They finally joined together and soared.

As they lay there in each other’s arms, happily spent, they heard another tapping on a window. Draco disentangled himself from Hermione and went to let in the owl. He read the letter and his eyes opened wide with surprise.

Hermione noticed the look and asked, “Draco, what is it?”

“This is really urgent if they sent a second request – politely phrased – telling me to get my ass in gear and get there right away. I’m sorry, Hermione, I wish we had more time to spend together. From the looks of things, this might take me a week or more. When you finally come back, don’t worry if I’m not here. Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll send an owl as soon as I know you’re here.”

Hermione got up and started putting her clothes back on, with a few flicks of her wand she had the living room back the way it had been before the lunch with Draco.

As she handed Draco his own clothes, she gave him a lingering kiss, one that showed all her longing for him. “It’s okay, Draco. I was starting to think that me going and getting my head straight wasn’t such a good idea. This is just the Gods telling me that I need to take care of it. I’ll come back next Friday, so if you aren’t back by then, I’ll expect an owl here. I love you, Draco. Never forget that.”

Draco looked deeply in her eyes, kissed her again with such force she thought she was going to swoon. “I love you, too, Mya. I’ll see you at the end of the week.”

With their arms around each other they both walked to the fireplace and took a handful of Floo powder. Draco gestured for Hermione to go first. She threw the Floo powder into the fire and stepped in. With a last blown kiss good-bye she said “The Burrow!” and whirled away.

As Draco stood there with an aching heart for the witch that just left he threw his powder into the fire. As the flames changed to green and started to spark he stepped into the fireplace, shouted “Azkaban!” and was gone.