Obliviated

A/N - Thanks so much for all your reviews :) and yes, this story was on here before but got deleted for not having a detailed enough disclaimer, so now I have had to post in again. Enjoy!

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Hermione woke with a start. She had fallen asleep in Draco's arms. He was still holding her. They were both lying down on their sofa, Draco's arms wrapped around her tightly and her head tucked under his chin. She lifted her head slowly to look at him. He was asleep too.

She looked at his face. He looked so peaceful and happy. A few locks of hair were covering his face. He looked like an angel. She gently moved his hair out of his eyes because she couldn't help her self. She had to touch him. She traced his jaw gently, memorising the sensation of his five o'clock shadow on her fingertips.

Draco stirred. He opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. He didn't move or say anything, he just looked at her intensely. Hermione's heart began to race and her stomach did double flips as the intimate moment became almost too much to bare. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. She was shocked at first but quickly reacted.

His lips were vaguely familiar as they kissed hers with expertise. One of his arms let her go and his hand came up to grab her neck, pulling her closer. His tongue licked teasingly at her top lip, begging entrance to her mouth. She blushed as she obliged and the kiss deepened. His tongue danced with hers, leading her away from everything but his touch.

She pulled away from him gently so that she could breathe. She opened her eyes slowly and looked into his stormy eyes. He was panting slightly and still had a hold of her neck. He was rubbing small circles on her back with his other hand. She wanted to keep kissing him. It felt so right.

She gathered all her Gryffindor courage and leaned forward to kiss him again. This time he was more animated. His passion ignited and he kissed her eagerly. She was becoming breathless and felt herself getting aroused more and more by the second. When they broke for air, he trailed kissed from her chin up to her ear.

“I love you, Hermione.” He said. “So much...”

As he finished speaking, she was thrown into another memory. They were lying on a picnic rug, out in the middle of a field. The tall green grass went for miles and there were millions of stars above them. They were kissing feverishly, Draco sitting up and Hermione straddling his lap. He took off her shirt and tossed it aside and she did the same with his.

He flipped them over so that he was now on top of her. He quickly took off her pants and then his own, leaving them both naked under the stars. They kissed again and she brought her legs around his hips, bringing his skin in contact with his. He groaned and positioned himself at her entrance. She kissed him and he drove into her. He began to thrust slowly and deeply, making love to her sweetly.

“Hermione? Baby?”

Hermione was pulled back to the present and realised she was still lying with Draco on the couch. His hand had cupped her cheek and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked into her eyes.

“Did you remember something?” He asked, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

She pictured them back in the field, him on top of her. She cleared her throat and sat up quickly, pulling away from him. She nodded. She then noticed she was quite aroused. She stood and walked over to the fire place, looking at the pictures displayed on the top, trying to distract herself.

“Was it about me?” He asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

“Yes.” Hermione said, still unable to look at him.

She heard him get up and walk over to her. She tensed. She didn't think she was going to be able to tell him about this memory. At least not without dying of embarrassment. He placed a hand on the small of her back and moved around to look at her face.

“What was it?” He asked.

She smiled, blushing with him just looking at her. She looked into his eyes before quickly looking away.

“I can't tell you.” She said. “At least, not just yet.”

She saw him smirk out the corner of her eye and felt herself grow aroused again.

“Was it...” He paused to think of the right word. “...intimate?”

She giggled.

“That would be putting it mildly!”

He laughed.

“There's no reason to be embarrassed.” He said, moving in closer to her. “We've done it many, many times. Sometimes, a few times a night...”

He was very close to her now and Hermione held her breath.

“That may be the case, but I don't remember doing it.” She said. “Well, apart from this one time now. Even so, it doesn't feel real. It sort of feels like a movie being played back to me...”

Draco nodded.

“Do you mind if I ask what you remember?” He asked. He apparently couldn't help himself.

“I can't. It's too embarrassing.” She said, smiling.

He laughed again.

“If you knew some of the things we've done...” He said.

She blushed even harder.

“We... were in a field.” She said. “We were on a picnic rug under the stars.”

He smiled and moved away from her, sitting back down.

“I remember that night.” He said, gazing away and visiting his own memory. “It was summer after we finished school. We had gone to the Burrow. It was an anniversary of sorts. It had been eight months since our first kiss.”

She smiled. It was nice to see that they were sentimental about anniversaries.

“It was the first time I said that I love you that night.” He said. “I had hinted before, but never said it until then. That night was perfect.” He looked at the carpet. “All of our times together are perfect.”

Hermione felt herself melt at his words. She just wanted to kiss him again and reassure him that she was here for him, but her feet were glued to the spot. She took in a deep breath, unsure of where to go from here. Fortunately, it didn't have time to get awkward because her mother walked in, announcing that dinner was ready.

They all ate together at the new table they had bought only a few weeks ago and had a few laughs, bringing Hermione up to speed on what has been happening in their lives since the war ended. Hermione was so glad to have a home cooked meal that she ate it all too quickly. She watched everyone else finish and sat back, sighing in contentment.

After dinner, Hermione got tired very quickly. Draco went up to their room to show her where all her things were.

“Your pajamas are in the bottom draw.” He said, pointing to the dresser to the left of their bed. “And anything else you might need is in the dresser or in the wardrobe.”

He turned to face the door but stopped by her side.

“If you need anything.” He said. “Anything at all, I'll be in the guest room next door. Your parents are in the guest room down stairs.”

“Thank you, Draco.” She said.

He smiled.

“Well, goodnight then.” He moved in close and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight.” She said, giving him a small smile and squeezing his arm affectionately.

He then walked out of their room, closing the door behind him.