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This is Draco's and Hermione's Love Story! by Xyla

Format: Novel
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 15,193
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Scenes of a mild sexual nature

Genres: Drama, Fluff, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Blaise (M), Draco, Pansy
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/OC

First Published: 03/03/2016
Last Chapter: 09/15/2020
Last Updated: 09/16/2020


The title pretty much says it all!

My favorite characters are Heromione and Ron, but I find myself thinking how Draco and Hermione would be like as a couple. This is my take on Draco's and Hermione's Love story. This is going to be taken from both Draco's and Hermione's pov. but mostly Draco's. I hope you enjoy it.




Chapter 1: The First Meeting
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Draco's and Hermione's love story


The First Meeting


     Draco Malfoy stood in front of the alter room in the small, white, community church, his bluish-grey eyes scanned the room quickly taking in the bustling activity of his family and friends. Draco was a tall (standing 6'2") muscular young man, he had white-blonde hair and pale skin. The Malfoy family were rich and powerful or at least they had once been, they were still rich but they weren't as powerful as they had been before the war. This didn't bother Draco that much, power was his father's thing.



  Draco was happy with his life. He thought it turned out pretty good, despite who his father was. He had frieds, a good job, and lovely young woman who would soon be his wife. What more could a man ask for?

     Draco again gave a quick scan around the church. She wasn't coming, he thought immediately and his heart missed a beat. He checked his wristwatch to make sure it was still working. Sure enough, the little wizard's hands were spinning around. He frowned feeling the panic seize him without a moment's notice. She wasn't going to show. He just knew it, he acknowledged to himself as that panic spread through his body into his stomach where it settled heavily giving him a nauseous feeling. Trying to push this feeling down he glanced at the door that led into the foyer, from his place in front of the alter he had a pretty decent view of the foyer- the actually front door of the church was hidden from his view but he could see everyone who entered as they emerged into the church. He saw about fifty people so far enter, some were familiar to him others were not, but the one he wanted to see remained absent.

     The church was decorated with red, pink and white carnations. A dozens of red, pink and white streamers hung from one side of the room to the other. Draco didn't notice it. He didn't notice when a man dressed in black came up to him and silently stood beside him. He didn't notice when that same young man clapped him on the back in silent encouragement. He didn't notice any of this because Draco Malfoy- the one known for keeping his cool- was to busy being nervous.

     Nervousness was not an emotion that Draco felt often. In fact, there had only been one other time before this that he had felt this nerve racking panic that was slowly building up in him and that time had been when he had purposed to the love-of-his-life. That had been bad enough, but this time, this time it was excruciating. He felt as if he were waiting his turn at the electric chair.

     He watched as people entered the church and were being led down the church aisle and seated in pews. One side of the church- the left side- had been reserved for his family and friends, the other side for his bride's family and friends. In just a few minutes his bride would be walking down that aisle to him and after a brief exchange of words, the vicar would pronounce them husband and wife, uniting them for all time.

    A small movement in the foyer caught his attention and he caught his breath, but it was only a friend. He sighed again and mentally urged his bride to hurry. He yanked on the bow-tie of his black tuxedo and grimaced. The damn thing was trying to choke him. "She's not going to show," he whispered out of the side of his mouth to his best friend Blaise Zabini.

     Blaise chuckled and not a lot of people could get away with laughing at Draco Malfoy. "She'll show," he assured his friend and not for the first time. "Hermione loves you, Dray, she'll be here."

     Draco spared him only a glance before he went right back to checking the front foyer again. He wished he could believe that. A sigh of relief ease out of him as he spotted his future in-laws arrive. He felt better knowing the Hermione's family was there. That had to be a good sign, if she wasn't going to show surely she would have said something to her parents? She wouldn't have let them come knowing she wasn't going to be here. Blaise was right, of course. Hermione loved him. She did and he loved her, but that didn't automatically mean that they would get their happy-ever-after.

     This was the real world and things happened. Good things and bad things. Fate always intervened in the most inconvenient way. Plans got changed, feelings changed, things went wrong. God, alone knew that they had gone through a lot of bullshit to get to this point. Surely, fate wouldn't be so cruel as to step in and destroy what they had. Not now.

     She did love him and that thought had kept him going. It was a miracle, he knew that. Even now he had no idea why she loved him. It was something that he could not comprehend, but he was ever so thankful that she did. After all, he hadn't exactly been nice to her in the first couple years of their acquaintance. He shuddered when he thought about of some of the things that he had done to her. Thankfully, Hermione was a gentle, kind-hearted woman and she had forgiven him.

     Now he smiled fondly as he thought about their first meeting. They had both been on the Hogwarts Express- the train that transported them to and from Hogwarts every year.  Hogwarts was a school of magic, it was where young witches and wizards went to learn the trade. Draco had been an arrogant ass back then and thought he owned the world. He even thought the world owed him something, he certainly expected everyone to curtsey and bow down to him. Hermione had been sitting in a compartment car with two other first years when Draco and his two buddies came stumbling in. Well the correct word is bursting in, they'd burst in without any thought of giving a warning. No politeness of any kind.

Flashback begin:

     She had been talking to her two companions and stopped talking almost the minute the door opened, almost as if her words were too important for him to hear them. She looked up at him and he had taken an immediate dislike to her. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was her big bushy brown hair, maybe it was that air that she carried around with her. It could have been her eyes they were brown, soft and gentle, but they held a lot of knowledge, her nose was small and pert with a dusting of freckles. It was a snooty nose and maybe it had put him off her.

     "Yes," she questioned impatiently. She still looked at him as if he had interrupted the daily gossip session. "Do you need something?" she asked her voice squeaky.

     He threw her a look of disgust and glanced around the tiny compartment car. "Not in here," he said sneeringly. "I see nothing I want," he added contemptuously.

     Hermione gaped at him. She wasn't use to people being so rude. In her world people were polite, they helped each other. What was his problem, she wondered silently? Normally, she was shy and reserved, but there was something about this boy that put her teeth on edge. "As you can see this compartment is occupied, so I suggest you find another," she replied and turned back to two other people in the car and continued on with their conversation. He was completely forgotten.

     Draco couldn't hide his surprise at this disrespect. Never had any girl talked to him like this, nor had anyone dismissed him as if he was a common servant. And no one looked at him as this insolent girl had. who did she think she was? Did she imagine herself better than he? What a laugh. There wasn't anything regal about her yet, she had looked right through him as if he wasn't there. Well, she would have to learn her place in the world. One of these days he would get even with her. "God, they let anyone into Hogwarts now a days," he sneered as he backed out of the compartment while his two companions laughed.

     The next time he saw her they were waiting in the hall for a professor to come get them and he 'accidently' pushed her into another girl who in turn turned to her and started hurtling abuse at her. Draco and his buddies just laughed and enjoyed the show. The sorting into the houses began soon after that and she was placed into Gryffindor house while he went into the Slytherin house. He was grateful for that. He hadn't wanted a up-tight, freckled face bit of nothing in his house.

     After that every time he saw her or any of her friends- and he saw them a lot as his house had classes with her house- he would always be ready with a sneering remark or a smirk. He then made it his job to see that she was miserable. He would trip her whenever the opportunity arose so she fell on the floor with her books surrounding her. He would do spells that would momentarily change her appearance. He grinned, he remembered giving her a big zit on her nose. Then there was the time in their fourth year that he had tripped her and she had stumbled down a flight of stairs where her plaid skirt ended up over her head and he caught sight of the nice white lacy panties the she wore underneath. He hadn't been able to get those panties out of his mind for months.

Flashback ends:

     Now he stood here once again thanking the Gods above for Hermione's forgiving nature. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like without her in it. He couldn't imagine what he would be like without her. She had changed him, she made him human, she made him whole.

     The organist began to play the wedding march and he turned toward the doorway. A nervous smile curving his lips. The nervousness had all but subsided, there was just a little bit lingering but he paid it no mind. This was it, he thought as he heart leaped almost out of his chest as he was about to see his beautiful bride for the first time that day. A big sigh of relief flowed from him and he suspected that the whole of the church could hear it but he didn't care. He was getting married.



Chapter one complete! This is my very first fanfiction. Reviews are welcome!

  This chapter has been edited and as many mistakes fixed. Thank you!

I don't own anything from Harry Potter.







Chapter 2: The Beginning Of A Relationship
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Chapter 2


The Beginning Of A Relationship


As the wedding march continued to play Draco watched as Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley slipped into the church to sit themselves into the last pew of the church. The two of them must have been visiting Hermione, Draco surmised, dragging his eyes away from them to the door as he waited for Hermione. Harry and Ron were two of Hermione's best friends and whereas they weren't Draco's favorite people he tolerated them for Hermione's sake.

Harry, he could deal with, but Ron, well he was another matter altogether. If the truth was known he was a little bit jealous of Ron, (he didn't like admitting that, but there it was). It all stemmed from the period of time that Hermione and Ron dated. It had been during the war and only for short time, but it was over before him and Hermione had gotten together. However, sometimes Draco wondered if there wasn't something still there, on numerous occasions he had noticed the fond glances that they sent each other. It worried him, made him doubt Hermione and himself. It made him doubt their feelings for each other. After all, Hermione and Ron had been friends for almost ten years, whereas Draco had been her enemy for over six years, with the last four spent building up their friendship and romance. When he thought about it he and hermione had a romance longer than she had with Ron, that made him feel better.

A movement in the foyer caught his eye and he pushed the stray thought aside. It was ridiculous, he told himself silently. He watched as the maid-of-honor, Ginny Weasley, walked down the aisle. Ginny was another one of Hermione's friends, but unlike Harry and Ron, Draco had come to know and like her. Ginny was dressed in a pink, flowing gown carrying a bouquet of red and white flowers. Draco watched as Ginny reached the end of the aisle and take her place across from him, he smiled at her then turned his attention back to where he knew Hermione would soon be making an appearance.


Within minutes, Hermione came into view and he had to catch his breath at how beautiful she was. Her hair was piled high on her head with red and white flowers weaved into the high knot. Her dress- a simple design- was made of white satin, the sleeveless bodice and tapered waist enhanced her slender figure, the long pencil thin skirt showed off the shape of her long legs and the whole outfit heightened her slender figure. She stood proudly by her father, her hand on his arm as they waited to walk down the aisle.

Draco watched as Hermione bit her lower lip, a sure sign that she was nervous and he smiled encouragingly at her, his own nervousness totally gone now. When she gave a small smile back he felt his heart flutter. God, how he loved her. He remembered the day when he started to fall for her. It was in their 7th year and with the war over many of the 7th year students were given the option of returning to Hogwarts to finish the training that the war interrupted. Draco, Hermione, and Blaise were only a few that had. Harry and Ron had opted to start their training as Aurors.

Draco and Hermione had been made Head Boy and Girl that year and that little fact had aided in their friendship. Being Head Boy and Girl came with a lot of responsibilities, it also meant that they had to room together, in their own dormitory, for the whole of the school year. Neither, himself or Hermione liked that, but he recalled that Hermione liked it even less and made no bones about it. He smiled gently as he recalled her fiery response to this news.

Flashback begins:

"I will not live here with him, Professor McGonagall," Hermione retorted angrily. Her eyes flashed with anger. The look she sent Draco's way was filled with disgust. They knew what he was like. Didn't they remember how Draco had tortured the other students just because he thought they were beneath him? Hadn't they seen how cold and cruel he was? Didn't they know he lacked all human emotions? Didn't they remember two years ago when he became a death eater? Didn't they remember how he was suppose to kill Professor Dumbledore, a powerful wizard and someone that Hermione had liked and respected? That he was too much of a coward to actually do it didn't matter to her, he had still stood by and watched as another death eater do the deed. How could they ask her or anyone for that matter to live with that? And another thing, was she supposed to just forget every little taunt and mean trick he ever pulled on her? It was the pranks that made forgiveness impossible. She couldn't forgive nor would she ever forget what he had done. "Not now, not ever," she vowed.

Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened with anger. "Miss Granger, if you want to keep the Head Girl title you will do as you are told," she told her sternly. "Now the Head Boy and Girl live together in this dormitory," she waved her arm around the room. "And you will do so or give up the badge."

Hermione's pursed her lips, anger still evident in her eyes. She sent yet another look over at Draco who she noticed was smirking in his usual way. Giving up the badge was not something that she was willing to do. Not even if it meant living with him, besides, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Being picked as Head Girl was an honor and a privilege, she intended to do that job to the best of her ability, but she didn't really want to live with that spoiled, rich, arrogant, moron. Just for the hell of it she threw another disgusted look his way, wishing that she could do him bodily harm. She turned back to the professor. "I'm sorry," she replied, her face showing how sorry she was. "It simply isn't possible," she continued angrily. Her anger flared up again at McGonagall's stubborn refusal to consider any other options. Hermione knew rules were rules, and she was one to follow those rules most of the time, but surely there were exceptions to those rules. "I can't possibly spend the whole year here with that, that," she stumbled over the words as if she was looking for a good word to use. She finally found ones that would make McGonagall realize just how serious she was. "This death eater."

Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened even more at the words she'd used, but she didn't chastise her as she would have done had it been anyone else. If anyone had a right to complain it was Hermione, which was why she let her go on with her tirade as long as she had. But Hermione had to realize that they were trying to make peace with everyone so no one would ever have to feel fear again. And what better way to do that then to put together the two worst enemies they had, she rationalized. "Miss Granger, the subject is closed." And the stern look that accompanied her words told her that it was indeed closed.

Hermione ignored the look regardless of what it could mean to her future, arguing with the headmistress of the school wasn't going to help her secure her future. Right now, she thought this took precedents over her future. "But he's a death eater," she said again sending Draco a look of disgust. "I'd rather have all my teeth yanked out."

Draco's eyes flashed briefly. If she called him a death eater one more time he would personally knock her teeth out for her, he thought angrily. What gave that know-it-all the right to call him names? He fumed silently. He hadn't killed anyone, despite what everyone thought, even when the war had broken out unlike Hermione who had the blood of several witches and wizards on her hand. Of course, she had only killed in self-defense, but still.

Draco frowned. He'd had enough of her idiocy. "Professor," Draco interrupted Hermione's latest rampage to say. "Could you tell me where my room is please?"

Please? Hermione thought bitterly. What was he up to? Why was Draco being so polite? When had Draco been polite to any professor? It was a sure sign that he was up to something, and she was going to keep her eye on him. He wasn't going to use his head boy job to bully the other students. She wouldn't allow it.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said smiling at him. "It's up the stairs to the right and yours, Miss Granger is to the left."

Draco murmured his thanks and hurriedly hauled his trunk up the stairs. He needed to get away from them, especially away from that Hermione because the more she argued with McGonagall the more turned on he got by the fire in her eyes, and she was the last girl he wanted to have the hots for. He'd never realized what a firebrand she was. The fact that she had turned into a beautiful young woman was something that he couldn't help but notice although that didn't mean he wanted to spend any time with her.

Ten minutes later he left his room and was going to head downstairs when he noticed her struggling to get her trunk up the stairs. He had been going to offer to help her with it but before he could she turned her head and glared at him, he then stood there watching her struggle with a smirk on his face. Sometimes she was her own worst enemy. She was too damn proud and stubborn to ask for help, especially if it was from him. He had no doubt that had it been Harry or Ron she wouldn't have hesitated to ask for help.

She heaved a heavy sigh of relief as she made it up the stairs and to the door of her room, although she still had to get the trunk into the room. She paused to rest, a minute, leaning up against the wall, before attempting to finish the task, she then leaned over and opened her bedroom door and shoved the trunk toward it. She knew that Draco was still there witnessing her humiliation again. She turned to glare at him. "Thanks you so much for your help," she snapped sarcastically.

Why did he have to be here witnessing her humiliation? Draco was always there to see her at her worst, but of course, Draco was usually the one causing her humiliation. He got so much pleasure out of humiliating her.

"Granger, you do know you're a witch, right?" he asked the question with a smirk.

Hermione frowned in confusion. What was he on about now? "So?" she questioned impatiently.

Draco shook his head as if he didn't understand how she could be a witch. "So," he emphasized the word. "use your wand." How could she be so smart and still be so damn dumb.

Hermione paused to take a deep breath slowly letting it out again. This was a muggle trick and usually worked the tension out of the body, this time it did no good. So she took to counting slowly to ten, another muggle trick that barely had the desired effect. Draco was too much of an irritant for it to work properly. She shook her head and continued to push her trunk into her room. "I can't use my wand," she told him briskly. She didn't have her wand with her, she had mistakenly packed it in her trunk, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "I'm saving my magic for something big, something that is going to require a lot of magic," she paused as if thinking about it. "Something like turning you into the snake you are."

Draco laughed as if he found this amusing. "It's illegal to turn any human into-"

"I don't care," she interrupted him not caring if it was childish or rude. "I think it would be worth a span in Azkaban," she said naming the prison for troubled magical beings. "I would love to see you slithering on the ground, it is, after all, where you belong."

Draco shrugged. "Well, we don't always get what we want now do we, cupcake," he drawled mockingly at her.

Hermione frowned. As far as she knew Draco got everything he had ever wanted, well, except for the results of the war, he had been really disappointed there. Just the thought of it made her angry. "That's right, Malfoy, you wanted that monster to win the war, so that you purebloods can rule the world," she told him furiously.

Anger stirred within Draco. She knew nothing about him or his family, she just went by what she heard the gossip channels. "Listen here, mudblood," he snapped at her, calling her that filthy name he had used in the past. He didn't still think like that but she angered him into using it. "You know nothing about me so keep your erroneous opinions to yourself."

Erroneous? No, her opinions were not wrong. "I know plenty about you," she told him with that know-it-all- air of hers. "I know your father is in Azkaban, I know you should be there as well," she blasted him not holding anything back.  She was too angry. "I know you are not a gentlemen, a gentlemen would have helped me with my trunk."

Draco smirked at her. "Sorry, cupcake, we death eaters don't help out mudbloods," he snarled at her. He was angry himself, angry enough that he said things without thinking them out. He had been going to help her but for her bitchiness. He was kind of tired of her judging him for his past mistakes. "It is just the way it is. You should be used to it," he added then turned and headed downstairs and out of the dorm. This was going to be a long year.

After that they avoided each other whenever possible. Once or twice he came in after classes and found her in the common room with her friends Ginny and Luna, but he didn't stop to acknowledge them in anyway. Although, he did hear that Ginny girl ask her how she liked living with him and he had to grin at her reply. Hermione had told her friends that it was like living with scabbers, which Draco knew was the name of Ron's pet rat he'd had for years. Hermione had hated that rat.

Two weeks after school began he'd walked into the dorm late one night after visiting his friends in the Slytherin house to find Hermione walking around the common room in a black lace negligee. The sight was enough to stop him dead in his tracks as he stared at her for several long minutes. Her skinny body had filled out rather nicely over the years, with curves in all the right places. Her legs were to die for, as they were long and sleek, and had him wondering if they were as silky to the touch as they appeared to be. And she was no longer flat chested he noticed eyeing the creamy white skin that the negligee couldn't hide. He eyed the gap in the material as she bent over the table wondering if he lifted his head a little bit higher if he would be able to get a glimpse of a pink nipple. With this thought his hands began to tingle and he balled them into fist at his sides to keep from touching her. Damn her, he thought darkly as his body stirred with a wanting he didn't want to feel.

"For God's sake, Granger, if you have to walk around outside your room at least put on a robe. It's disgusting looking at you like that," he growled cruelly at her. She obviously had no idea of the effect she had on him.

Hermione would have normally blushed but she as so damn angry to do that now. She turned to him and let her temper fly. "Oh, you have no problems with it, do you?" she snapped at him. "It's okay for you to walk around in your boxers for all and sundry to see. I suppose I'm to gush and act like a dumb bimbo," she scoffed. "Like that is ever going to happen. I find your body just as disgusting as you find mine."

Draco smirked in that irritating Malfoy way of his. "Right."

Hermione fumed. "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked hands on her hips.

"I've seen you watching me. I know how much you enjoy it," he sneered.

"You're mental." This time she didn't hold anything back, she screamed it. The arrogance of the man. And was his eyes twinkling with merriment, she wondered? Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself. "Listen, Malfoy, I can't stand you and your pathetic body leaves me about as turned on as Valdemort's would."

His laughter caused her to close her hand into a tight fist. To keep from hitting him, the urge was so strong she barely controlled it.

"Right, cupcake," he taunted. "That is why your eyes follow me everywhere I go. They just can't get enough of me, Granger." He laughed as she blushed. "Your friends, Potter and that weasel must not be doing a good job keeping you satisfied."

Hermione gasped in shock. It was about time for him to learn a few facts and she'd teach him a few manners while she was at it. "First of all," she muttered angrily at him. "Don't call me that," she snapped at him. Cupcake made her seem flaky and she wasn't that, but even so that was better than the mudblood that he called her, she guessed. God, how she wished she had her wand, usually she kept it with her but she had left it in her room, she hadn't been going to be long so she'd left it on the bed. But how dare he speak of her friends that way? Harry and Ron were just her friends. Well, she and Ron had gradually transitioned into the dating phase, but it wasn't going to great at least not in her opinion. "Second of all, Harry and Ron are just friends," she told him, her anger still there. "And you aren't good enough to speak their names, so just mind your own damn business."

He laughed again. "You are so obvious, Granger. It's pathetic," he drawled.

Hermione frowned. Obvious? About what? "What is obvious is your jealousy."

"Jealousy," Draco smirked. "Jealous of a stringbean like you," he scoffed. "Harry and Ron are welcome to you. I like a woman with a little bit more curves. A woman who looks like a woman."

Hermione took this insult with a grain of salt. "Unlike, you Malfoy," she bantered. "I can be friends with the opposite sex without it actually involving sex. Some of us don't find it necessary to chase everything in a skirt."

"You know nothing about me, mudblood, but I don't care what you think anyway, just get your disgusting little body out of here before-"

Hermione didn't wait for him to finish that sentence, she just grabbed the book that she had come down for and fled back upstairs as if the devil were after her. Although, she knew the devil was still downstairs.

A month into the school year he had walked in to find her on the couch crying her eyes out. Not wanting to bother her he headed for his room but stopped before he could climb the frist step and turned back to her. "Granger, you okay," he asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure what made him ask, but hearing her cry like that did something to him. "Is everything all right?"

Hermione glanced up at him, recognizing him instantly and pushed her palms against her eyes in the hopes of clearing them up. Of all the people to catch her crying it had to be him. She nodded silently at him, not trusting her voice.

Draco unsure of what to do now remained there. Usually tears were the last thing he would want to deal with, yet with her he couldn't just leave her her to continue to sob. He walked over and sat on the couch with her and put his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Granger, tell me what is bothering you?"

To his great surprise and to hers she cuddled closer to him and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. The scent of jasmine wafted up and tingled his nose. Was it in her hair or on her body? He breathed deeply. Maybe both. "What's wrong?" he asked again.

Hermione continued to whimper although she did stop crying. "It's Ron," she mumbled softly.

Draco rolled her eyes. He should have known. Granger had a thing for Ron and he obviously didn't return those feelings but that was no reason to go all to pieces. "Look, Hermione," he began to say. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he wanted to tell her what a prick weasel was, but figure that wouldn't go over well with her. Whatever he would have said faded from his head as she looked up at him with those soft brown tear stained eyes and all thoughts left his head. Thoughts of kissing her replaced all other thoughts and as much as he tried to fight it he had a hard time especially when she leaned forwarded and her lips found his.

So he did what any red-blooded male would have done. He gave in and kissed her back.

Flashback ends:

That had been their first kiss and it hadn't been a bad kiss, Draco thought now with a small private smile. He remember  deepening the kiss and thinking that this kiss might just take him back to one of his fantasies he'd had about her. Yes, he had personal and private fantasies about Hermione Granger which was pathetic when you thought about it, which was why he never told anyone about them.

He suspected that kiss- at least on her part- was a spur of the moment thing. She had been hurt by that weasel and probably wanted someone to help her forget it for a second or two. He knew this yet he still let himself be used like that. If he were honest with himself, he had enjoyed it. He was glad now though, because if not for that he wouldn't be here watching her walk down the aisle.

A/N: This chapter has been edited and I hope that all mistakes had been found and corrected. Although, everytime I look at it I find some more.

I own nothing from Harry Potter.



Chapter 3: The First Of Many Hurdles
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Chapter 3

The First Hurdle

"You may now kiss the bride."

However the groom and bride hadn't waited for permission from the vicar, as soon as they heard 'I now pronounce you husband and wife', both Draco and Hermione was already leaning forward arms outstretched reaching for each other. Their arms wrapping around the other in a tight embrace. Lips were soon locked in a kiss that could only be called passionate.

The moment their lips met everything else faded for them, for it was as if they were alone in the world. Their lips moved together, their tongues danced- it was almost x-rated- especially with them being in a church and had over a hundred eyes of family and friends on them.

They continued kissing passionately as cheers and jeers burst out around them. Draco lifted his head and looked around them. He grinned sheepishly. "I guess I forgot where I was for a moment," he murmured softly to her.

Hermione's laughing brown eyes met his. "Me too," she returned with a girlish giggle. Had she ever been this happy? If so, she couldn't remember it. Draco fulfilled her every want and need. He completed her.

Draco placed his forehead against Hermione's gazing into her eyes. Now that they were married neither seemed to be in any hurry to move. They just enjoyed the closeness of each other, the closeness of being married. "I love you, Mrs. Malfoy," he whispered to her with all the loving feelings in him.

"I love you too, Mr. Malfoy," she said throwing her arms around his neck and giving him another heated kiss.

Again it was the spectators laughing and clapping that drew them apart. Pink tinged Hermione's cheeks as she remembered where they were. She sighed. Draco could always make her forget reality.

Draco still grinning widely held his hand out to her. "Come on, wife," he said to her and she placed her hand so trustingly into his and together they walked back up the aisle. How they made it, one could only guess, for they only had eyes for each other.

Their leisure walk up the aisle had them thinking of the night ahead of them. They both were looking forward to it. They could each tell what the other was thinking without any words- and that was- that they had to get through the wedding reception first. After that they could slip quietly out and return to their flat where they would consummate their marriage.

Just thinking about that had Hermione thinking about all the other times that they had consummated their relationship. She practically giggled as she remembered the first time they shared a bed. It hadn't been the best- not the sex, that had been great- but they both had been nervous and anxious. Draco being nervous had somehow made her feel better about it, although her movements had still been jerky and hesitant.

Now, after all this time she could hardly believe that they were married. It had taken them a long time and many hurdles to get here, but she wouldn't change it for anything. Every little bump in their relationship had been a learning curve for them. She was sure that marriage would bring them even more, she was looking forward to it.

In the foyer the newly married couple took their spot by the front door of the church and waited as their family and friends formed a line to offer them their congratulations after which they would head over to the Malfoy Manor for the reception.


Hermione leaned against the wall silently watching as her husband danced with his mother. She smiled as she thought of her husband. Draco was her husband. Who would have thought it? After they had been enemies for so long it was hard to believe that they were now married. It was funny really, the two of them had been enemies longer than they had been a couple. How ironic was that?

Hermione shook her head at the wonder of it. Life was full of surprises, that was for sure, and God, sure did work in mysterious ways. No one, least of all her, would have expected that she would have fallen for Draco with the speed of light, nor him for her, but they had.

Another smile followed as she thought of that first kiss. It was with that kiss that an attraction began for her. After that it was only a matter of days before that attraction gave way to lust, then finally to love.

However, for Draco, she suspected it had taken longer or maybe he just fought it harder. She remembered him being more shocked by their kiss than she had been. Deep down, she had secretly known that there was something there that would eventually find a way out, so she wasn't surprised by it. Worried, concerned about it, yes, but not surprised.

What had surprised her was how fast the hatred had melted in her- one day she hated him with a passion, the next minute she was attracted to him. It puzzled her that a kiss given in a moment of comfort should be so perfect, so intense that it had melted the hatred away in one clean sweep. She wasn't sure what there was about Draco and his kisses that attracted her, but he had something that she (and a lot of other females) couldn't resist.

At first she hated it and she had fought it too, but she soon came to realize that fighting it was a losing battle. She knew that one kiss wasn't going to be enough, within days she realized that she wanted more.

She also acknowledged that had she not been upset about Ron that kiss would never had happened. She wondered if she should send a thank you note to Ron now. Not that Ron would have been aware of the fact that his breaking up with her had led to Draco and her first kiss. She wondered what Ron would say if he knew. She grinned and then giggled. That kiss served a lot of purposes. It comforted, it taught, it encouraged. It was with that kiss that she learned just why Draco was so popular with the ladies. He was, after all, a great kisser.

Hermione remembered the feeling she had felt when he- not her- ended the kiss.

Flashback begins:

Draco pulled back from the kiss, his surprise clearly evident on his face. Bewilderment filled his bluish-grey eyes as he gazed at her as if he'd never seen her before. And maybe he hadn't. He certainly never seen her like this before. He shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs out of it.

Hermione laid back on the couch clearly dazed. How had she gotten in this position? Draco must have pushed her down during their kiss, but she couldn't remember him doing so. She sat upright, straightening her blouse, it was then that she noticed the top few buttons had come undone, she buttoned them with hands that trembled. Her eyes still clouded with desire she could barely focus. All she knew was that she no longer had contact with him and she felt that loss to her very soul.

Draco continued to gaze at her. He didn't know what to do, what to say, but he knew that something had to be said. "I'm sorry," he murmured in a voice laden with emotion. He stood and walked to the far side of the room, as if to put as much distance as possible between them. If he thought distance would help with his confusion, he had been wrong. He was still astonished at what had happened. There was a picture of a famous Quidditch player on the wall and he stood staring at it as if it were an important part of history. The player was unknown to him, but then Quidditch wasn't an interest of his, not anymore. In fact, if he was honest it never had been, it had only ever been a way to get at Potter. "I shouldn't have done that," he added softly.

So softly that Hermione almost didn't hear him, but she had heard him and she gave a sad smile at his words. What was he sorry for, she wondered? Intruding on her distress? Butting into her business? Kissing her senseless? She shook her head. She didn't want him to be sorry for that kiss. He had no reason to be sorry. None at all, if anyone was to blame it was her, it had been her fault. She had kissed him.

The kiss hadn't been long, but it had been one of the best that she had received. That had surprised her as well as the fact that she had wanted the kiss from the moment she had felt his lips on hers, she had wanted it. That it hadn't been planned didn't necessarily mean that she didn't want to continue to kiss him. That kiss had brought something alive within her. Something that she hadn't known existed.

Now she was sadden that he felt the need to apologize for it, but that he apologized at all threw her for a loop. Draco wasn't one to apologize for anything, yet he not only apologized for kissing her but he'd gone as far as admitting he shouldn't have done it to begin with.

Wow! She thought surprised. What was happening to the world? But reality had to intrude at some point and it did with a vengeance.

Had she really thought that he'd want to kiss her? She would have laughed if it hadn't been so sad. A Malfoy kissing a Granger and a mudblood at that. What a fool she was. It had been no big deal to him. Just a pity kiss, she silently acknowledged now. It was her own fault. Hadn't she practically thrown herself at him?

Hermione stood. "Hey, it's no big deal," she lied. If he was going to treat it as if it was no big deal, she would too. She even faked a smile. "I'm okay, now," she murmured heading off toward the stairs. She wasn't as strong as she hoped and wanted to get to her room before she broke down.

"Hey, Granger," Draco called to her halting her progress.

Hermione paused and turned to look questioningly at him. She tried not to get her hopes up, but she couldn't help but wonder if he had changed his mind and was going to ask her to stay. "Yes?"

Draco hesitated. He wasn't sure why he called after her. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but just didn't want her to leave yet. What was happening to him, he wondered briefly? Why did he have this sudden urge to be in her company? "What was it that had you upset?"

Hermione frowned. She should have known better. He had made his choice and there was no changing it. All he wanted was to know what upset her. How could she tell him that Ron had broken up with her? And only after eight months. She couldn't tell him, he'd only laugh. "Oh, it was nothing of importance," she told him down playing it.

Draco pursed his lips thoughtfully. "It was important enough to make you cry?" he pressed.

She shrugged. She might as well tell him, he'd only keep pressing until she did tell him. "It was just that Ron sent me a letter," she told him remembering how happy she was to get the owl.

Draco frowned. Why would a letter from Ron upset her? Weren't they friends? "So?" he questioned puzzled.

Hermione shrugged acting as if her heart wasn't breaking. "He broke up with me," she told him. She didn't add that she had known it was going to happen. It was a feeling that she'd had. Ron and her were good friends but she had come to realize that they were too good of friends to be anything more.

Draco digested this information with a frown. "I hadn't realized that the two of you had progressed into couplehood."

Hermione walked back to him, standing beside him. "We had," she admitted smiling fondly as she remembered that day. "For all of eight months," she replied with eyes filled with sadness.

Draco looked into her eyes and felt his heart give a lurch. Her eyes were so expressive they should every emotion she was feeling. "I'm sorry," he said again.

This time Hermione knew he was apologizing for her breakup and she knew that he meant it too. "Thank you," she told him gently. "And thank you for your concern earlier," she added reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Draco frowned. "Concerned?" Did she think he was concerned about her? Well, she couldn't have been more wrong. "It isn't concern," he told her briskly. He didn't want her getting the wrong idea. He looked forcibly at her. "I just don't want your crying jig to keep me awake."

Hermione gazed at him, a secret smile forming on her lips.It was all becoming clearer to her now. Draco wasn't as bad a guy as he wanted everyone to think. It was all an act, she was sure of it. Inside that rough and tough exterior lurked a sensitive and nice guy. After all, hadn't he taken the time to comfort her despite how he felt about her. "All the same, thank you."

He frowned then shrugged. If she wanted to think that he cared about her let her, but she would soon know better. He wasn't going to change just because she brought out a little sympathy in him.

Things changed for them after that, despite the way they both fought it. They had an unspoken truce. They were polite to each other whenever they were alone in their dormitory. It was here they talked and got to know one another. Here that their friendship started to bloom. Soon they were confiding in each other, and then sharing secrets. However, outside the dormitory, they chose to ignore each other, although, Draco had stopped playing his practical jokes on her.

Couple of weeks later found Hermione still thinking about that kiss. The more she pondered it the more she wanted more. She hadn't been able to get it out of her head, much to her astonishment. She relived it every night. Had it really been as good as she thought? Or had her imagination- constantly thinking about it made it seem more so? This couldn't continue, she realized, it was too stressful for her. Even her schoolwork was suffering. Something had to be done but she had no idea what to do about it.

It was either confront him about it, or continue to ignore it altogether and ignoring it would only make it worse. She had to gather up her Gryffindor courage and confront him. Maybe he'd laugh, but there was a chance that he might be feeling the same way as she, wasn't there?

So one day, when the opportunity presented itself she approached him in the common room. He sat at the table gazing off onto space, so deep in thought he was Hermione had to wonder what he was thinking about. Was it another girl? It had to be, young men didn't stare that deeply into space if it wasn't about a girl.  Was it someone she knew?

"Draco," she called to him as she neared him. He either didn't hear her or was ignoring her. She chose to believe it was the former. "Draco," she called again, this time she was close enough to touch his shoulder. He jerked, startled.

"Oh," he cried in surprise. "Granger, I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously," she said with a nervous smile. She hoped he didn't take offense to the word or her. Their friendship was still too new for her to take liberties with. "Is everything all right?"

He turned in his chair facing her. He seemed friendly enough, but she sensed something there in reserve. She was going to find out what it was.

"Sure," he answered quickly.

Too quickly for her to believe him. She frowned in puzzlement. Something was bothering him.and she was concerned about him. "If something is wrong you can tell me," she assured him. "I'm a good listener and I can keep a secret."

Instead of appeasing him, she succeeded in only irritating him. "Nothing is wrong," he denied vehemently. He scowled at her. Just who did she think she was? Did she think just because they had a few friendly late night conversations that it gave her the right to intrude in his life? "Granger, I have friends I can talk to. I don't need to talk to a ...." He stopped speaking when he realized what he was about to say.

Again Hermione's expressive eyes gave away her inner turmoil. They filled with pain, hurt and humiliation as his words faded away. She was a fool, she thought silently, making a great effort to hold her tears at bay. She had thought they were friends, but they couldn't have been not if he could still use words like that in regards to her.

"I'm sorry I bothered you," she mumbled gently and turned to head for the stairs. Hating herself for that weakness. "I only wanted to help."

Draco felt like the biggest monster there was. He stood. "I'm sorry, Hermione," he told her calling her by her first name for what had to be the first time. I didn't mean to be so abrupt. I just prefer to be alone right now."

Hermione gave another sad smile. "I understand." She didn't but she didn't want to push her luck. "But if you ever do need to talk I'm a good listener," she reminded him.

He gave a slight smile and pulled a chair out. "Here sit down." She looked at him in confusion but sat and he returned to his own chair. "Tell me what you wanted to talk about."

Hermione gave a start. Now was not the time to talk to him, especially not about that subject.  "Oh, it really wasn't important. I don't want to intrude on you."

Draco felt a shaft of guilt shift through him. She didn't want to talk to him now. Had he been to rude? He had needed space to think, but then he realized that since it had been her that he had to think about it seemed fitting to allow her into his solitude. "Now tell me what's on your mind."

"W-w-well, I-I've been thinking," she stumbled over her words. Now that she had him willing to listen she didn't know what to say. How should she approach the subject? "About that kiss we shared," she blushed as she brought it up.

Draco frowned. Hadn't they settled that matter already? "Hermione, I thought we agreed to-"

"NO," she stressed the word. "You agreed. I did not."

"Do you have any idea what you are doing? What may come from a conversation like that?" Draco asked. "I really don't think it's a good idea to think about that kiss let alone talk about it."

Hermione chewed on her lip. "Didn't you like it?" she asked hesitantly. She knew she wasn't up to his usual standards, but that kiss couldn't have been that bad.

Draco shook his head. "No, it isn't that at all." God, how did he get into situations like this? Didn't she know how good that kiss had been? It had been so good it kept him awake at night. "It's just that we come from two different worlds."

Hermione nodded. She understood where he was coming from there, but she didn't think it was anything that they couldn't overcome. "I'm muggle born and you are pureblood, I understand that. But we are all humans aren't we? We feel the same pain. Both put our pants on one leg at a time."

She made it sound so simple. Draco frowned. He didn't know what she was getting at exactly, but he knew it wasn't a good idea. "That may be true but I still don't think we should discuss it. It will only lead to trouble."

"I know you think it was a mistake, but I don't happen to share that opinion. I think it was beautiful."

"I don't think it was a mistake," Draco denied.

"You don't?" she asked with eyes wide with surprise.

Draco shook his head. "No, I don't. Hermione, but I don't think us as a couple will work. There's so much already against us."

Hermione paused. It sounded to her like he wouldn't mind being a couple, if it wasn't for their family and friends. "You mean our family and friends?" she questioned him. "They don't really matter do they?"


Draco was clearly torn. He so wanted to agree with her, but he knew what his father would do, and he couldn't put her in that kind of danger. "If it was just us, I wouldn't have a problem with it," he told her.

Hermione noticed how torn up he was, but she couldn't let the subject drop. Not if there was some way they could be together, she was going to find it. She knew they would be great together. "I think we owe it to ourselves to explore it, before we owe our family and friends."

"I can't, Hermione," Draco said with a shake of his head. "I can't deal with anymore conflict right now." This year hadn't been the best for him. "Blaise is my best friend, the only real friend I have this year. I can't miss that up."

"Okay," Hermione paused to think about it. "So we don't tell our family and friends," Hermione suggested to him. It wasn't the perfect solution,it wasn't what she wanted, but it would have to do.

He frowned. Was she suggesting that they have a secret relationship? Did she know how crazy that was? But if she was crazy then so was he, because he was considering it. "You mean keep it a secret?" he asked just so he understood.

She nodded. "It's not like it's going to go far anyway. I just can't fight this attraction anymore. It's driving me crazy." This was said with a blush that she couldn't hide.

A secret affair. "Okay," Draco shrugged. He could probably handle that. No, he knew he could handle it.

Flashback ends:

Hermione continued to grin. That was the first hurdle that they had come up against, but it hadn't been their last. Not by a long shot.

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Chapter 4: The Secret Affair
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Chapter 4


The Secret Affair:


Hermione Granger-Malfoy glanced around the grand ballroom of the Malfoy Manor house,her happiness exploding inside her like a time bomb. The elation that filled her was evident in her sparkling brown eyes. She was ecstatic. Had she ever felt this way before, she wondered idly? She shook her head, she didn't think so, Surely, she would have remembered.


How had she gotten so lucky? She questioned next. She wasn't sure about that either, but whatever it had been she hoped that her luck continued. Luck was the only way to describe it, for she had so many people who loved and cared for her her and they, every one of them, were in this room.


She sighed contentedly. Her eyes scanning the room again, eyeing all the people she considered her family and friends. She smiled when she spotted her friends Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley on the dance floor. They were dancing so close together you couldn't get a sheet of paper between them. They were so in love the next wedding could very well be theirs, Hermione thought happily. She was happy for them. If anyone deserved to be happy it was them.


Harry had been the very first friend that she had made in the magical world. They had been through so much together that their friendship had grown until they were more like brother and sister than they were friends. She would do anything for Harry and she knew that he would do the same for her. In fact, it had been Harry who had been the first to find out about her and Draco. He hadn't been angry as she had feared, but had given her his blessing which had only made her love him more.


Ginny Weasley, sister of Ronald Weasley for whom she had dated briefly had become her friend once she joined them in the Gryffindor house a year later. Ginny was a cool beautiful ginger head girl that had all the boys wanting to go out with her, but she only had eyes for Harry. It had always been that way for Ginny, although she had dated other men until Harry wised up. It was Ginny that Hermione turned to when she needed advice. Hermione was brilliant, but she had no knowledge of boys or love. Ginny had been the second one to learn of her relationship with Draco. She, after a brief period of concern, too had been happy for Hermione.


Her eyes continued to scan the room, stopping when they landed upon Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood dancing. Both Neville and Luna were great friends of hers as well. They too had stuck by Harry through all the bad times when the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort tried to take over. It was at this time that the magical world had turned against Harry for a brief time. Neville and Luna were honest good people and Hermione was happy to count them among her top five friends.


Next her eyes fell on Ronald Weasley, she shook her head as sheen that he was chatting up some young woman over a mug of butterbeer. Ron, she sighed heavily thinking of her friendship with Ron. Ron, she had a special fondness for. They had briefly been a couple, but they hadn't been able to bring much passion to that relationship, but Ron was someone that she knew she could count on.


Even her parents, who were enjoying a chat with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to be enjoying themselves. Her parents, Robert and Jean Granger weren't of the magical world, but they were as comfortable there as they were in the non-magical one.


Then there were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley themselves who were like adopted parents for her. She loved that they had taken her and Harry into their home and made them apart of their family. They hadn't cared that neither Hermione or Harry hadn't come from the magic world originally, they were big-hearted fun loving people.


Then there were Draco and his family. Draco's mother, Narcissa hadn't been happy about their relationship at first, but that had only been because of her husband, Lucius, might do to them. Although, Lucius was in Azkaban, he still had power and could still cause trouble for them all. However, upon seeing how happy her son was she came around.


As for Draco, who was still dancing with his mother. Draco, Hermione mused thoughtfully, was a wonderful young man. He had come a long way in the last couple of years. He had endured a lot of hardships but that had only made him stronger. She gave a small laugh as she thought of the time when he hadn't been so wonderful.


From the time he had first joined the school at the age of eleven, until the time he started his 7th year (after the war) he had been an arrogant bully, a cruel, merciless git. A real jerk. It had been his environment that had helped him achieve those qualities. His father hadn't been much of a role model being a death eater, Draco had inherited that role, but eventually he had stood up to his father and denounced himself. His father had disowned him, but that didn't bother Draco. He had money of his own and could support his family himself. Now, though with his father imprisoned for his sins, he didn't have to worry about his mother.


All the people in this room were people she could count on. People that she would willingly give her life for. They were that important to her, but it was only right, because she knew they would do the same for her. She leaned against the wall with a sigh. Even Draco friends Blaise and Pansy had become good friends of hers.


"Here, Hermione," a voice said through her musings and a glass of butterbeer appeared in front of her as if by magic. "I thought you could use this."


She turned to face her friend Harry. She took the glass from him. "Thank you, Harry," she replied with a smile. She couldn't seem to stop smiling. "Are you and Ginny enjoying yourselves?" she asked taking a sip from her glass.


Harry looked over at Ginny, who was talking to her mother and grinned at Hermione. "Of course," he told her. "She's already hinting for her own wedding." He grinned.


Hermione giggled. "I knew she would be."


"You are happy, aren't you?" he asked the concern in his voice evident. "I mean Draco is good to you?"


"Oh, Harry, Draco is wonderful to me. He would never hurt me."


Harry looked skeptical at her. "I remember a time when he had," he reminded her. Still not that sure of the man who had become his best friend's husband. But it Hermione was happy he would support her.


Hermione frowned at him. She had thought all this was settle, thought that Harry had come to terms with it. "That's all in the past, Harry. He's not the same man as he was," she assured him. "Draco has come a long way. He's a wonderful man," she added vehemently. She wanted Harry to understand that Draco had changed. "Beside, Harry, everyone of us has changed since the war ended. It is what war does to us. And everyone of us has been hurt. Ron has hurt me, you and Ginny has hurt each other over the course of your relationship. It's part of life. But Draco isn't going to hurt me anymore. He'd rather cut off his arm than to hurt me." She knew this because Draco had told her so himself.


"He does have a temper," Harry reminded her.


Hermione nodded. She remembered that as well, but Draco had that under control as well. "He does, but he doesn't use it with me. Normally, he only uses it when he is angry." She remembered some of the times that he had let his temper lose on her. He had been terrifying. "I'm fine with him. You needn't worry about me." She knew it was useless telling him that, he would worry anyway.


Harry nodded. "Okay, I will take your word for it, but if he ever does hurt you he has me to answer to," he told her looking at her fondly. He would also tell Draco that same thing. "I love you," he added with a grin.


"I love you too."


"I still can't believe you kept him a secret for so long."


Hermione laughed. She still found it hard to believe herself, that they had gotten away with it for so long almost a whole school year. She sipped her butterbeer and thought back to that time.


Flashback begins:


Intrigued by the thought of a secret affair with her, Draco grinned wickedly. "So when would this affair begin?" he asked curiously.


He looked so sexy with that grin on his face and desire kindling in his eyes that Hermione had to catch her breath. His eagerness was very apparent that it made her a little self-conscious. She wanted him so much that she began to feel nervous and thoughts began to fill her head. Negative thoughts. Thoughts that she didn't want to have. Thoughts like what if she couldn't satisfy him? What if she didn't have enough experience? She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't anywhere as experienced as he was, nor was she as experienced as the women he usually bedded.


Usually, she had more confidence in herself, but this was Draco and he seemed to bring out her shy side. Well, what she lacked in experience she would make up for with willingness, eagerness and stamina, all of which she had in vast supply.


"No time like the present," she murmured shyly.


Draco's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected that response. "Really?" he asked unable to hide his astonishment. Was the that eager to start their affair? Not that he was complaining, but he had at least expected her to say tonight would do, but she hadn't. He shook his head. It wasn't even dark yet, he glanced at his wristwatch, 7:30 he noticed. besides, she usually spent some time in the library in the evenings. Was she going to forego her study period just to be with him? He was flattered.


She nodded quickly. Then finding her voice said, "Yes." Was that voice her, she wondered in awe? It sounded almost sultry. Had he noticed? How had that happened? Did the nervousness make her voice take on that husky quality?


"You sure?"


Hermione blushed, she couldn't help it. Draco brought it out in her. What was with all the questions, she wondered anxiously? Was he changing his mind? God, she hoped not. That she didn't want, she didn't want either one of them to regret it. She knew automatically that she wouldn't, even if it only was the one time. Now she wondered if she should make it a condition? Would that be pushing it? She sighed. She already had his agreement, maybe she should let it be. She couldn't, she just couldn't live with herself if he had regrets afterwards.


Taking a deep breath she let it out again. "There is a condition."


Now Draco frowned. "Condition?" What kind of condition was she talking about? He was already getting alarmed. Was she going to ask for more than he could give her? Did she want a commitment? He'd do just about anything to have her, but giving her a commitment was out of the question. Did she want romance? Some women did, he knew, but romance wasn't exactly his forte, but if she wanted romance he could probably manage it. "What is the condition?" he asked wearily.


Hermione hesitated. He didn't look nor did he sound too receptive to it. In fact, he sounded almost fearful, she noticed. What did he think she was going to ask for? A wedding ring? She laughed, at the silly notion. "It really isn't anything important," she admitted wishing that she hadn't brought it up now.


"What?" he asked again. His voice was beginning to take on a harsher quality.


"I just want a promise from you," she finally told him. "Just that."


Draco frowned. He had known it. She wanted a promise of a commitment of some sort. She was going to have to be disappointed. He didn't make promises. He lived in the moment. He didn't mind bedding her and he would be faithful for as long as it lasted but other than that he couldn't give more. "Sorry, doll, I don't make promises," he drawled arrogantly.


She laughed. He was so obvious, it was amusing. "Don't worry," she giggled at him. "It isn't a promise of a commitment or anything like that," she assured him.


"Funny," he practically growled. Clearly, she found him funny, but he found nothing funny about it. His freedom meant a lot to him. Maybe bedding her wasn't such a good idea after all. He didn't want to be anyone's amusement, yet he couldn't bring himself to call it off just yet. "Just say what it is."


"Promise me that you will not have any regrets," she finally told him. "I couldn't bear that." Maybe she was admitting too much, but she wanted to be honest with him.


Upon hearing this request he grinned. "Now that is one thing I can promise you," he assured her. And it was true. There was no way he could ever regret bedding her.


"No matter what comes afterwards?" she asked just to be sure.


He laughed then. He wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen afterwards, but she obviously was concerned about something. "What exactly do you think is going to happen afterwards?" he asked curiously. "Do you imagine that I'm going to kick you out of bed after the dirty deed is done?" he teased her now. "Oh, My God," he exclaimed. "You do." He shock was evident.


Hermione blushed fiercely. She had to stop doing that. If she was ever going to be taken seriously in the world she had to get control of her blushes. "It's been known to happen," she mumbled softly.


He frowned at this. What did that mean, he wondered? Had some young man booted her out after having taken his pleasure, leaving her feeling used? "Honey," he spoke gently to her. His hand came up to cup her face, tilting it up so that she looked into his eyes. "No matter what happens," he assured her. His thumb was already caressing her cheek. "I won't kick you out of bed." He'd even go as far as to offer to use her bed, in fact, it might be better if they did. Her room was bound to be neater than his own. He wasn't much of a neat freak, he'd always had house elves to pick up after him.


As his thumb continued to caress her cheek her breath caught. The warmth of his hand on her skin almost was more than she could stand. What was it about him that had women swooning at his feet?


He slid his hand over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin, the firm line of her jaw, her delicate ear. His long fingers moved to the back of her neck. Slowly, he lowered his head, not wanting to rush her. His lips touched hers gently,settling over their softness. Her mouth eagerly opened allowing his tongue to invade the warmth of her mouth. Tongues met and danced just like the last time, but this time it was different, this time they both knew it was going to go farther than it had before.


He released her lips, moving his mouth down along her jaw, to her neck, his teeth leaving tiny love bites along her neck, heading on down to her collarbone. She shivered, loving the feel of his lips on her skin, but she wanted more, she need more. Much, much more.


She felt small against him, yet so feminine. She arched bringing her smaller feminine frame closer to his more masculine one. Her hands sliding up over his shoulders around his neck, she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and tilted her head up readying herself for another kiss.


His fingers wove through the silken strands of her curling hair, enjoying the feel of it's softness. His body hardened. Their breath mingled as his lips touched hers again, clinging with an unspoken need, a need that demanded to be answered, fed. She kissed him back with passion that caused a fire to erupt inside her, a fire that caught Draco up in it as well, burning them both.


He scooped her up off her feet, cradling her against his chest, carrying her up the stairs to her room. Her had rested against his shoulder contentedly, only lifting it up as they neared her door and only then it was so she could open it, he entered and kicked the door shut with his foot. He had her on the bed and was reaching for the light before she knew what was happening.


"No" she cried out in alarm, cowering on the bed. She was being ridiculous, she knew she was, but she couldn't get naked with him with the lights on. It was bad enough that it was still light outside, but to have lights on in her room while he made love to her would make her uncomfortable. He would see more of her then she was comfortable with. He would see that she wasn't like his other women. She wasn't sexy, wasn't curvy, she didn't have big breast. Normally, she wouldn't care-vanity wasn't a trait that she worried about- but this was Draco and he was used to beautiful women. "No lights."


"Why not?" he demanded.


"Y-you'll see," she stammered, embarrassed. Why did he have to question it? He had paused with his arm still reaching for the light and she worried that he'd switched it on.


"I want to see you," he assured her.


She shook her head. She just couldn't do it. "The light of day will have to be enough," she muttered still cowering on the bed like some virgin afraid of what was to come. She felt stupid, but she couldn't help the way she felt. She wanted this, but she couldn't do this the way he wanted, not right now. Maybe some other time she would be comfortable with it, but not right now.


Draco frowned. He let his arm drop. He didn't understand her. He wanted to see her, wanted to see her naked in the glow of the lamplight. She would be so beautiful, he thought ruefully. Why wouldn't she let him see her like that? He wished he could talk her into it, but obviously she wasn't comfortable with the light on. He frowned again. Had she been this way with Ron, he silently wondered? No, he wasn't going to think about that. That wasn't important. What was important was them and the way they felt. So he would have to make do without light this time.


He crawled onto the bed, lying beside her. He realized that she didn't think she was beautiful, but how could she not see it? He would just have to show her how gorgeous she really was. His fingers went to her face, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. Moving skillfully down along her jaw then down her long graceful neck, before settling on her breast.


Cupping a breast in his hand, he groaned. She fit perfectly in his palm. Rubbing a thumb over the nipple through the blouse almost had him panting. It felt nice but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted more. He wanted her naked. He groaned again. Just thinking about it was turning him on faster than he'd ever been before. "We have to get you out of these clothes," he murmured softly.


They undressed each other slowly. For Hermione it was with hesitant fingers. She fumbled over buttons and zippers. For Draco it was with quick, decisive movements, yet he was just as hesitant as Hermione was, because he didn't know her likes and dislikes and he didn't want to do anything that would put her off him.


Their coming together was a new experience for both of them. Neither of them had ever experienced lovemaking of this caliber before. Later they would make love again and then again once more in the early hours of the morning.


The morning after hadn't been as bad as Hermione had imagined it. The alarm woke them and they went about their business of showering and getting dressed. At the door of the dormitory Draco leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips and told her that he'd see her tonight. Hermione nodded feeling a little more lighthearted at this. She hadn't been sure that he would have wanted to be with her again.


So they began their secret affair. Every day they went about the school ignoring each other only speaking when they needed to, but every night they laid in each others arms. No one ever guessed that they were anything more than just enemies that were forced to room together.


Flashback ends:


Hermione drew back from the memory, not sure what led her there.


"You still with me, Hermione," Harry questionedwith a smile.


"Yes, of course," she answered back actually she had forgotten about Harry in her musing about the past. "But I would liketo get out of her soon," she admitted to him.


Chapter 4 done.

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Chapter 5: Their first fight as a couple
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Jealousy soons takes control


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Chapter five


The first fight


As Hermione stood watching the last of the guest leave a goofy smile spread over her face. She couldn't help but think about how their affair started. Once she got up the nerve to approach him she wasn't taking no for an answer. It seemed like each time they got together was better and better. Personally she thought it was the fact that no one knew about that made it so great. Although, it had its ups and downs, she recalled fondly.


Flashback begins:


It was late when Hermione slipped silently through the portrait into the common room to find Draco pacing. "Hey," she greated smiling shyly. "How was your day?" She asked politely. 


Draco shrugged. "It was okay. Blaise and I spent our free period down by the lake."


Hermione smiled feeling a bit envious. "It is so beautiful down there."


Draco shrugged. "We didn't go for the view. I had to get away from everything."


Hermione nodded, she understood. She knew he was having a hard time adjusting to the notoriety. "Well, you cant help it if you are just so sexy," she teased. 


Draco glared at her, then he smiled. 


"Dont do that," she ordered.


"Do what?"


"Glare like that," she returned a smile playing on her lips. "It makes you even hotter."


A stunned look came over his face, then he laughed. "Oh, really," he teased approaching her. "That's good to know," he muttered pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately. So passionately that they hadn't even made it up the stairs.


For the next two weeks their nights were filled with passion, at least until the emotions began to surface. Emotions they could explain nor could they control. It appeared out of nowhere and hit them unaware.


A few weeks into their affair Hermione returned to the dorm filled with anger. She couldn't believe what she had witnessed. How dare he do this to her? She fumed. She should have known it was going to end this way. That girl was all over him and he hadn't done anything to stop it. If he thought she was going to put up with his catting around he had another thing coming.


"Hermione," Draco called as entered. "What the hell was that all about?" He demanded walking up to her. "You were really rude."


Hermione rounded on him. "I was rude," she snapped angrily. "What about your little piece of fluff?" She turned away from him, hating the fact that she was acting this way. She hated feeling jealous. "Did you see her turn her nose up at me? I noticed you didn't seem to mind the way she was all over you."


This floored Draco. "Are you jealous?"


"Jealous?" Hermione frowned. "Of course I'm jealous. Draco in case you missed it we are having sex. That may not mean much to you but for me it does." Having already made a fool of herself she ran upstairs to her room.


Draco stared after her in stunned disbelief. 


Hormone laid on her bed head buried in her pillow. She couldn't believe she acted this way. It wasn't like they had a relationship. Help lb. They weren't even friends. But she knew she was wrong there over the last few weeks they had gotten really close. 


She heard the door open and close again, the bed swayed as Draco sat down on the mattress. "Hermione," he began softly. "It means something to me too." He didn't know what else to say to her. 


"I'm sorry for the way I behaved. It's just that-" 


"I know," Draco said smiling. "I feel the same way. We said no strings but somehow that changed. That girl doesn't mean a thing to me. She was just hoping for a fling with me." He shrugged, "I'm not even sure why."


Hermione turned and sat up in the bed, wiping her hand across her damp cheek. "I dont mind her coming on to you, but you didn't do anything to stop it."


Nodding Draco caressed her hair. "I regret that. But I'm unsure of you to. You spend all day with your friends then come to me late at night. You still receive owls from that weasel."


Hermione frowned for a minute not getting the weasel reference then smiled. "Ron is my friend."


"Ok, lets forget this happened."


Hermione nodded but she knew it was far from over. 


Flashback ends:


Draco turned to his wife and held out his hand Hermione put hers in it and they walked hand and hand up the stairs to their wedding night.




Chapter 6: No More Secret Affair
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Chapter 6- Their secret affair no longer a secret and people close to them reactions aren't what they expected.



Chapter 6


They returned to their flat and hadn't wasted any time. They quickly undressed each other and slipped in between the sheets. Their  wedding night had been everything they had hoped it would be. There was passion, love, contentment. They talked long into the night, laughed, and loved. Neither one of them could have asked for a better wedding night. Draco found that his love for her grew with each passing day, and he hadn't thought that was possible.



It was a night they would remember long into the future. Reminded them of their own little affair they had had a few years ago. When no one knew they were a couple. They hadn't advertized the fact, they just sneaked around like teenagers with their first crush. After everyone found out about them things had changed. The passion was still there, the desire still there but it was the secret that made the excitement for them. It made the affair work.



Both Faith and Draco tried to pretend that it was still a secret, but it wasn't possible. Eventually, they found a way to get that feeling back and it was role-playing. Draco had been the one to originally initiate it. He had been role-playing for years, he had taught a reluctant Hermione and she had growned to love it.



Draco grinned now, sometimes he wished it was still a secret, he thought remembering when his best friend had found out about their affair.  Draco had been reluctant to tell his friend fearing what Blaise would say, Blaise was the only person who stood beside Draco after the war and Draco didn't want to lose that.



Flashback begins:



"Draco, What's wrong with you, man?" Blasie demanded. "That's the fourth female you've turned down."



Draco shrugged, and avoided his eyes. "Not in the mood," he replied he had to say something, but not really wanting to talk about it.


Blaise frowned at him. "Come to think of it, it's been a while since you've been in the mood." Blaise did a quick calculation in his head. "Several months in fact."



"People change, Blaise," was all Draco offered his friend.



"Not that drastically," Blaise returned with. "Not when they have a high sex drive like you do."



Draco gave a small smile. What would Blaise say if he knew he was getting it almost every night. Some nights, several times. That wasn't something he was sharing with anyone even his best friend. His feelings for Hermione were his and his alone to deal with. He wish he could figure her out, he thought again. She gave herself to him so willingly, so passionately, so completely, he wondered if she had deeper feelings for him than just sex. He shook his head, clearing away the image of Hermione spread out on his bed.



"What do you think we will make in potions?" he asked Blaise. "I hope it's something good."



Blaise laughed. "Changing the subject isn't going to work. Come on, Dray, give. What's going on?"



Draco eyed his friend thoughtfully. Would Hermione mind if Blaise knew their secret? Blaise could be trusted. He trusted him with his life.



"Well," Blaise interrupted his thoughts. "What's going on?"



Draco grinned and made a decision he hoped he wasn't going to regret. "I'll tell you, Blaise but you have to promise not to keep it to yourself. It's sort of a secret."



Blaise frowned in puzzlement. What kind of secret could Draco have? he silently wondered. "Now, I'm curious." He had known there was something going on with his freind but had no idea what it was. "What's the big secrect, Dray."



Draco grinned again. He wasn't sure how his good friend would take this news, but he suddenly wanted him to know. "Well, it's like this," Draco took a deep breath and let out his secret. "For the last five months I've been sleeping with Granger." He down played it, not wanting Blaise to know how important she was to him until he knew where they stood.



Blaise jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. "No, way," he muttered in disbelief. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He was flabbergasted. "Oh my God," he whispered huskily. Shaking his head. "Is it true?" he asked not truly believing it. "How come you didn't say anything. Five months? Well, Dray, that's some kind of record for you."



"I know right," Draco said laughingly now. He could hardly believe it himself. "I didn't even think i could be a one woman man," he admitted a smile on his face.



Blaise continue to stare at him. "But Granger?" He shook his head again not getting around the idea yet. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.



"It's complicated," Draco said and only then did he realize just how complicated it was. "We didn't want anyone to know as it was only a sex thing. Then we realized we both wanted more," he continued telling his friend just how it was. "Now I think I might be in love with her."



Blaise wasn't surprised to hear that. For Draco to go five months with one woman it had to be serious. Blaise laughed at the look on Draco's face. He looked like he didn't even know how serious he was into her. "So, how does she feel?" he wanted to know.



Draco shrugged. "I don't know. We don't talk about feelings. What we do is sneak around acting like teenagers."



"Where do you sneak around to?" Blaise asked curiously.



Draco laughed. "We use the room of requirement for romantic dinners. It's absolutely wonderful." He was remembering a time when he used that room for sex, and from Blaise's look he knew that he was remembering it as well. "Sometimes we sneak into the village. Hermione knows some secret passages that we hadn't discovered."



"You and Granger," Blaise said. He still found it hard to believe. They were going to have a hard time of it if their romance went the distance. The Malfoy family alone would not stand for it. Even if Draco was out from under his father's influence there was still his mother and she still believed as old man Malfoy did. "I'm happy for you my friend," he told Draco. He was too. Draco deserved to be happy he had had so much heartache in his life.



"Remember it's a secret," Draco reminded him. "No one can know. You're the only one."



Flashback ends:



Blaise hadn't been upset or hurt jsut surprised Draco recalled. They had included him in their get togethers after that.




Chapter 6 is done. 

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