New Beginnings

Author's Note: If you read chapter 7, you most likely read this chapter. I accidentally uploaded Chapter 7 and 8 together.
My bad.
Sorry about that.


Chapter 8 Confidante

“Blythe, why didn’t you tell me?” Hermione lie almost nose to nose with her friend on Draco’s bed, both snuggled under her favorite green fuzzy blanket.

“At the time, I thought you were a muggle and you would’ve thought I was mad if I told you. Then you came back here, and we would write letters and sending emails. When I finally moved here I had to magically change the postmarks so you couldn’t tell they came from within the country. I even got a post office box just for your letters. I hated lying to you but I didn’t’ want to lose you as my friend because I was a witch.”
Hermione giggled.

“And all the while, I was doing the same things for the same reasons. It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?” Blythe nodded and smiled. Blythe told Hermione how she and Blaise met and got together and how close Draco is to both of them.

“Mia, that man adores you, the sun rises and sets on your every word; do you realize that?” Hermione looked at her blankly. “About a week ago or so, he came out to the house when Blaise was out of town for the day. Draco couldn’t stop gushing about you. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him like that. It was so adorable.” Hermione gave her friend a half smile, her eyes downcast. “What is it, Mia?”

“What about Blaise?”
“What about him?”
“He isn’t exactly my biggest fan.”
“I think he was just really shocked and hurt that Draco hadn’t told him. He doesn’t take surprises very well, and that was a pretty big one. He remembers you from school, and you’re not the same person you were back then.” Hermione was quiet for a minute.

“Blythe, Draco told you that he was with me? That doesn’t seem like him.” She smiled at her friend.
“Not exactly. I put things together rather quickly this morning.” Hermione looked at her, confused. “Draco kept talking about Hera and how wonderful she is, and how much he loved her. He knew he loved you from the first time he kissed you. I suspect that he had feeling for you for quite a while but never admitted it to himself. And you, little lady, scare that man to death. He walks on egg shells when it comes to you.”

“But why would I scare him? I don’t understand.”

“He’s so scared that you’re gonna ‘come to your senses’ and leave him.”

“What? That will never happen. If I had my way…” Hermione started to blush, her voice got quiet. “If I had my way, I would marry him and have his babies right now.” She giggled and covered her face. Blythe smiled at her. Mia loved Draco as much as he loved her. How accidentally perfect this turned out to be. As long as her ‘darling’ husband cooperated, this would work out very well, indeed.

“Mia, you may want to mention that to him at some point. He would really love to hear that from you.”

“Not yet…I don’t want to scare him away and…it’s too embarrassing.” Blythe simply smiled and chuckled at her friend. For such a worldly woman, sometimes, Mia was still very much a young girl.

“Umm, Blythe, you never said how you knew it was me…with Draco this morning?”

“Your tattoo.” Hermione covered her face. She got the tattoo when she first came back to the muggle world. She wanted, perhaps needed; something to remind her that she was brave and strong, something to remind herself that above everything else, she was truly a survivor. The Gryffindor Lion symbolized that and more for her. It was the most impulsive thing that she had done in her life. Hermione covered her face with her hands, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” Blythe pulled her hands away from her face.

“You saw us…”, she squeaked and covered her face again.

“Yes, Mia, we saw you and Draco making love. It was a very beautiful, tender moment between the two of you. Why is that embarrassing?”

“We were…and you saw…you weren’t supposed to see.”

“Hun, we didn’t mean to be we did. It doesn’t change the beauty of that moment between you and Draco. Mia, I’m gonna try to explain something to you and I truly hope that you understand what I’m trying to say and I don’t offend you. You’re my dearest friend and I want you to be happy.” Hermione looked at her, confused but nodded for Blythe to continue. Blythe took Hermione’s hand and began to speak.

“You love Draco, don’t you?”

“More than anything.”

“How do you feel when he touches you?” Hermione started to blush, instantly.

“Mia, please, you need to tell me, it’s important.”

Hermione closed her eyes, replaying their morning today. A shiver went down her back; she could feel her nipples hardening. Her voice was soft, almost dreamy.

“The whole world disappears except for the two of us. My fears, insecurities, my apprehensions melt away, I let down all of my walls, and I’m his, completely his. Draco knows me, really knows me. He let’s me be vulnerable; he takes care of me. Blythe, I’ve never had anyone take care of me. I was always the one that took care of everyone, that was my job, it was my place. But with him…I feel cherished, protected, loved; from the first time he held me in his arms. With him, I can give myself to him, he lets me and he loves me back. I didn’t know that was even possible until Draco. In my wildest dreams, I never thought I would ever feel like this, especially with him. He’s changed so much, I don’t even know if I could ever explain to you…or him how much his love means to me.” Hermione was crying, but she didn’t notice. “For so many years, all I wished for was a kind word, a smile, an acknowledgement that I was…real, alive, worthy of him but it never happened…until now. I can’t believe that he wants me, Blythe, that he loves me. It’s a gift and my biggest fear.”

“Fear, why fear, hun?”

“Fear that he will go back to that boy that made me cry myself to sleep for so many years. I forgave him for what happened in the past but the fear and some of the pain still remains, not all the time, just sometimes.” Blythe wiped Hermione’s tears.

“Love, I know you need to get this off of your chest but you need to talk to Draco about it. It’s not going to be easy, I know. But if you love him as much as you say you do, you can’t let this eat away at you for another day. It’s not fair to either of you.” Hermione nodded. “Mia, I’m serious, this is really important.”

“I know but what if…what if it pushes him away completely? I don’t know if I would survive if I lost him.”

“Mia Hun, you’re not gonna push him away, that I can promise you. I can’t promise you that the talk will be easy but when it’s over, the two of you won’t have any secrets and that’s the important part. When you love someone as much as the two of you love each other, you shouldn’t be walking on egg shells or ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’. Promise me that you will talk to him.”

“I will, I promise. I’m scared to death but I’ll do it anyway.” Blythe pulled Hermione closer to her, resting their foreheads together, stroking her friend’s face.

The women were lying together quietly when Blaise and Draco came into the room. They watched them in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts about the women before them. Quietly, they both removed their shirts and shoes then walked over to the bed. Neither woman flinched as they felt the gentle touch of their lovers’ on their backs. Hermione turned towards Draco, smiling at him, her face still wet with tears.

“Tears? Why tears, sweetheart?” She shook her head, no, as she pulled him towards her. She pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hungrily. He settled in next to her, kissing her deeply, as his hands caressed her back. Hermione took his hand, placing it on her breast. He moaned softly as her erect nipple brushed against his palm. His kisses moved down to her cheek, and then he laced baby kisses on her jawline. He lovingly ran his fingers through her curls.

“I love you, Hera”, he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. “My beautiful, beautiful girl, you are my greatest gift.” He began to suck and nuzzle her neck as he continued to fondle her breast. Hermione sighed softly as she lost herself in his touch. She reached up, guiding his hand downward. Draco stopped, looking into her eyes. “Are you sure, Love?” She nodded as she guided his hand to her warmth. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as his fingers were enveloped by her sacred core. Feeling her, her walls milked his fingers, she felt so good.

“Draco,” She pulled away, holding his face in her hands. “Do you know how much I love you? I don’t ever want to be without you.”

“I love you, Hera. I’ll be with you, always. You’re my girl”, he kissed her forehead. “Do you think I would go anywhere without my best girl?” He kissed her lovingly as he pumped his fingers into her, slowly massaging her clit with his thumb. Hermione’s eyes closed; she was losing herself in the bliss of his touch and loving every second of it.
Draco felt someone touch his arm; he pulled away from their kiss slowly, resting his cheek against her forehead as he looked at Blaise and Blythe. They gestured that they were going downstairs to their room, the only furnished bedroom on the first floor. Blythe blew him a kiss before leaving hand in hand with Blaise; he smiled at her before turning his attention back to Hermione.

He began to unbutton her blouse as he placed baby kisses on her neck. His kisses moved down her chest until he reached her soft, supple breast. His tongue circled her taut nipple, teasing it, tasting it. She moaned softly, as he spread her legs wider. Draco kissed down her stomach, tickling her belly button with his tongue. He goes lower, inhaling her essence. ‘Gods, she is addicting.’ He traces her intimate folds with his tongue. Draco began to suck her clit, flicking it, teasing it with his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out of her sodden pussy. Hermione arched into his hand, trying to take him deeper.

“Draco, please...” Her voice was hoarse with lust and need. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, positioning himself between her legs. He dragged his member up and down her wet slick, making her whimper. “Please…” is all she could say. She hooked her legs around him, pulling him forward. She let out a loud moan as he penetrated her, her body began to tremble. Draco’s thrusts were slow and deep as he lavished her with kisses.
“Is that what you wanted, Angel?”
“Oh Gods yes…”She moved in time with his thrusts; her orgasm building steadily. Draco rolled over so she was straddling his groin. She sat up, and looked into his eyes.
She smiled at him, stroking his face as she rode his cock slowly. She could feel herself head towards her peak quickly, she increased her tempo, never taking her eyes off of Draco. Hermione moved his hands to her breasts; she moaned as he fondled them lovingly. Warmth spread through her entire body as her orgasm washed over her. She never stopped looking into his eyes. Her voice was hoarse with lust and something he couldn’t identify.
“Love me...”
“Hera…”, he groaned as he pulled her towards him, taking her nipple into his mouth, suckling as his thrusts became harder, faster. He held her hips as he slammed her. Draco growled as he pulled her into his arms, emptying his seed into her.
“I love you, my precious angel. I’m never gonna let you go.” Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears again. Every time he told her he loved her, it was like the first time. She hoped that it would always have this effect on her.

Draco held her as he rubbed her back gently. Hermione stroked chest as she listened to his heart beat. She found such comfort in him; she didn’t understand why her fears would get the best of her, sometimes. Blythe was right, she knew that the fear wouldn’t go away until they talked about it but it didn’t make her eager to have said talk.

“Knut for your thoughts, Love.”

“I’m not thinking anything really.”

“Try that with someone who doesn’t know you. There’s only one time Hermione Granger isn’t thinking. And I must say, you look unbelievably beautiful when you’re ‘not thinking’ like that. Sweat glistening on your breasts as they heave up and down, the way your cheeks get all flushed. The way your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth opens ever so slightly as you revel in our lovemaking. That sight is beyond addicting.”
Hermione tried her best not to blush but didn’t success, she covered her face with her hand. “Why do you blush when I tell you stuff like that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just not used to it. It still feels, misplaced. Like you should be saying those things to someone else but I’m the only person that’s available.”
Draco looked at her in disbelief.

“Are you serious? How can you even think about?”

“Old insecurities rearing their ugly heads at the most inconvenient times, I suspect.” Draco tapped her on the head so she would look at him. Something in her eyes said that something wasn’t quite right.

“Hunny, is there something you’re not telling me? You know you can tell me anything and everything, right?” Hermione nodded.

“Everything’s fine, Love, I promise. It’s just one of those things, silly insecurities. Pay me no mind.” Draco kissed her head and squeezed her a bit tighter. He knew she was leaving something out but he wasn’t going to push it. She would tell him when she was read; she always did.”

“Are you getting hungry?”

“A little.”

“Draco eased Hermione off of him and got up. “I’m gonna make something to eat for all of us. What are you in the mood for?” Hermione smirked at him with a look that was worthy of a ‘Malfoy smirk’ as she put it.

“Besides that, Beautiful”, he smirked. “What do you want for lunch?” She shrugged as she sat up, stretching. “Do you want to keep me company while I cook?”
She nodded. Draco hands her his bathrobe and a pair of his sweat socks. She looked at him, puzzled.
“You look so cute in my clothes, humor me…” Hermione shrugs as he puts on the socks and the robe. Draco dressed and they walk down stairs hand in hand.