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'And I will love you! Forever! Forever! Forever! But there are some
restrictions! Baby! Name me ONE!!'
Hermione's alarm was blaring. She groaned. It was nine o'clock, but she
would have liked it if it were later. Then everything came flooding back
to her of what had happened over the last couple of weeks.
Operation, break up. Break up. A downpour of tears rushed out of her,
spilling over her pillow and soaking it in seconds. The phone went. She
pulled herself together and struck out, fumbling for the phone.
"Hel.Hello?" She asked.
"Hermione?" It was Draco. "Um, look. I feel really bad without you here,
and it just isn't the same. I wondered if you wanted to come over tonight
for dinner? We can sit and eat and do whatever after. Can you please come
over? Please?"
His voice was so sad, sorrowful and full of want that she couldn't refuse. "Oh, yeah, ok. How should I dress?" What else was she to say? "Something easy. Not really difficult. About six- thirty?" "Ok. Six- thirty's fine. I'll see you then. Bye." "Yep, see you then. Bye!" Hermione rolled over. She had to agree with Draco. It wasn't the same. There was a big hole in her heart of loss. She swung over the side of the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. After a quick shower she changed into some casual clothes. The young girl made her way to the kitchen and got herself some toast and butter, ate it and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock already. Ginny was coming over at eleven- thirty so she had no sooner cleaned up and the door bell rang. She walked to the door and a little red head jumped past her. "Ginny!" "I have something to tell you. Come on!" She said pulling at Hermione's top. She sat down on the couch and Hermione sat on the arm chair. "What is it, Ginny?" "Look!" Ginny thrust out her left hand and there was a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. "Oh Ginny! It's beautiful!" Hermione said. "He proposed last night, after I phoned you. Well, how can I say no? So anyway, I need a lot of help in clothes, reception all that kind of stuff." "But Ginny, you're the design type expert! Not me!" "Hermione, how can I have a wedding without my best friend helping? It is not natural. Nope. You're helping and I don't care what you say." "Oh, well Ginny I'd love to help! It'd be great!" "Just one last thing. Will you be my maid - of - honour? Ron, Fred, George, Charlie and Bill will all be there, probably as Harry's co - men. Mum and Dad don't want Percy, after all the Ministry stuff. The best man is likely to be Neville or Dean. I don't know who my girls will be. But will you Hermione? Will you be my maid - of - honour?" "I'd love to, Ginny!" Hermione said happily. She thought it would be wonderful! For the next four hours the girls talked, got onto the internet and looked at dresses, reception ideas and, well, looked at a lot of things for weddings. However when three- thirty came, neither one was any closer to finding perfect happiness with anything! "This is going to take ages!" Ginny moaned, "I thought it would be easy, but it's so much harder when you actually have to do it." Hermione nodded her head, "It looks easy, that's for sure." She looked at the clock. Four o'clock. "Oh, damn!" She had to be at Draco's at six- thirty. She jumped out of her chair. Ginny just goggled. What was going on? "Um, Hermione? What's going on?" Amazing how her thoughts reflected words. "I have to be at Draco's at half past six, and it's four now. I have to get ready. Can you help?" Hermione explained quickly. It was Ginny's turn to jump out of her chair. The two girls walked quickly to Hermione's wardrobe. "What is the dress code?" Ginny asked simply. "Easy. Nothing hard or difficult. Casual, I'd say." Ginny raised her eyebrows, but kept burrowing into the mountain of clothes that Hermione had. She pulled out a white dress that had a tinge of pink in it and then went back to looking. A few seconds later she had a pale blue dress. Hermione thought this would go better with her hair so she nodded. This time Ginny went back to looking, but this time for shoes. Hermione took her clothes off and slipped on her dress. It did look good. Ginny emerged with a pair of blue strap like shoes. Hermione took them and put them at the end of the bed. "Now, make- up and hair. I think you should brush the hair, or I could do it. Make-up.bit of foundation, eye shadow, lipstick and blush. That should do it, I think." She made quick, deft movements and within minutes Hermione was ready. She glanced at the clock. Four- forty five. She looked at the address that Draco had given her. She roughly knew where it was, but she needed her street directory. Ginny had disappeared. A second later she reappeared with a street directory. Hermione smiled, took it, and looked up the street. She placed roughly where Draco would be, and nodded her head in satisfaction. She handed it back to Ginny. POP! Ginny was gone and Hermione realised she had been apparating. Another BANG! and she was back. "You're too good to me Ginny. Thanks!" Hermione said, giving her friend a hug. "It's ok. You seemed to voice your thoughts of a street directory aloud. So I popped down and got one. Besides, what are friends for if you don't need to use them sometimes? I hope you enjoy yourself though. You look fantastic! If I was Draco, I'd be head over heels for you. But that's me." She handed Hermione a mirror and she had to agree, she thought she looked pretty good. Five-fifteen had come, so she hugged Ginny again, put on her shoes and the two girls walked outside. It was a warm, crisp night. Hermione locked her doors and they got into their cars, Ginny saying good luck and Hermione saying thanks. Backing out, Hermione drove to Draco's place. He was on the richer side on the city in a decent suburb. She drove past his place and took in the details. It was single story, very peculiar but it was white weatherboard. She continued around the rest of the neighbourhood, and noticed that for the rich, they were all single story places. Maybe it was long. Yes, it was long and big. Spacious. Yes, that was it! At six- thirty she pulled up in front of Draco's place and, locking her car, walked up the stairs. She rang the doorbell and a dark shape moved towards the blurred glass. A split second later Draco opened the door and broke into a smile. Hermione stepped into his place and looked around. It was huge! The rooms were comfortably sized, enough objects in each room. "I know, looks a lot smaller than it is, doesn't it? They're," he gestured outside, "all the same." He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and nibbled the back of her neck, whilst directing her to the kitchen. He sat her down in the chair and served out dinner. Wasn't anything fancy, but Draco had put in an effort. It was chicken in a white wine sauce. He poured her a glass of white wine, and dolled out some vegetables. Carrots, peas, broccoli and potatoes. "Wow! This isn't bad, Draco. I thought you said you couldn't cook? Well, I'm convinced you can now." Draco blushed, something Hermione had never seen. Colour in his cheeks, they were nearly always white, and now they had a tinge of pink. He sat down and they began to eat. It was fantastic. When they finished, Draco cleared away the plates. He waved his finger and the table and plates were instantly clean. Hermione stood up and wound her way through the rooms and eventually found outside. There were candles around and a hammock swung lightly in the breeze. A pair of arms snaked around her waist and pulled playfully at her ear. She turned and came face to face with Draco. His eyes blazed in the candlelight. He got into the hammock and motioned for Hermione to join him. She climbed into the hammock and fell onto Draco's gentle chest. His arms made their way around her back and linked. Hermione's lips met with his and found what she was missing. Love. She cradled his head as his fingers drove circles into her back. The hammock moved slightly, but the lovers didn't feel it. Draco's hand moved up her dress and squeezed her back. Hermione stood up, wary of the candles. Draco joined her and they locked again. Fused together, Draco shuffled into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, Hermione on top. He enfolded his arms around her dress and rolled Hermione so that she was next to her. He picked one strap up and slid it over her shoulder and down her arm. She smiled and her nipples reached out. He slid the other one down and rolled the girl back on to him. She fiddled with his buttons on his shirt and it was soon off. Her fingers roamed his chest, running them through his chest. "Watch it!" he growled threateningly, but Hermione didn't care. He pulled off her dress, and discovered that she hadn't been wearing a bra. Added bonus, he thought. Hermione emitted a low cry of pleasure. "If I do anything you don't like tell me, ok?" he told Hermione. "Yeah, ok.whatever," she said, nearly breathless. He threw Hermione over, so that he was on top. He picked up her right breast and played around with it. He then sucked it, like a baby wanting milk. Hermione sighed deeply, her face blazing. He selected the other breast and sucked that too. She fumbled for his pants and undid the zipper. Prying the button, she threw off his trousers and except for their underwear, they were naked. They slid up the bed a bit more so they weren't hanging off the edge and their legs became entwined together. Hermione slid off her underwear and Draco did the same with his, and she gasped, realising what they were doing. Now they were completely naked. They found each others mouth again and Hermione felt like a crescendo of stars was falling over her head. [A/N: Use your imagination as to what happens.] Hermione came out of her trance and saw Draco on top of her, naked, herself also naked. Their frenzied love making had been fantastic. That night they didn't sleep much, but made love a few other times and when day break came, they fell asleep in each others arm. It was then that Hermione fully understood what had been missing. A/N: Now, if Hermione does get pregnant (IF!) who knows what might happen ('cept me of course!). Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and trust me, there is plenty more to come yet! Also, I know that the time went quickly but I had to make it move because I was running out of ideas for the early part of this chapter. Anyway, got to go. CIAO!
Cuppy
His voice was so sad, sorrowful and full of want that she couldn't refuse. "Oh, yeah, ok. How should I dress?" What else was she to say? "Something easy. Not really difficult. About six- thirty?" "Ok. Six- thirty's fine. I'll see you then. Bye." "Yep, see you then. Bye!" Hermione rolled over. She had to agree with Draco. It wasn't the same. There was a big hole in her heart of loss. She swung over the side of the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. After a quick shower she changed into some casual clothes. The young girl made her way to the kitchen and got herself some toast and butter, ate it and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock already. Ginny was coming over at eleven- thirty so she had no sooner cleaned up and the door bell rang. She walked to the door and a little red head jumped past her. "Ginny!" "I have something to tell you. Come on!" She said pulling at Hermione's top. She sat down on the couch and Hermione sat on the arm chair. "What is it, Ginny?" "Look!" Ginny thrust out her left hand and there was a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. "Oh Ginny! It's beautiful!" Hermione said. "He proposed last night, after I phoned you. Well, how can I say no? So anyway, I need a lot of help in clothes, reception all that kind of stuff." "But Ginny, you're the design type expert! Not me!" "Hermione, how can I have a wedding without my best friend helping? It is not natural. Nope. You're helping and I don't care what you say." "Oh, well Ginny I'd love to help! It'd be great!" "Just one last thing. Will you be my maid - of - honour? Ron, Fred, George, Charlie and Bill will all be there, probably as Harry's co - men. Mum and Dad don't want Percy, after all the Ministry stuff. The best man is likely to be Neville or Dean. I don't know who my girls will be. But will you Hermione? Will you be my maid - of - honour?" "I'd love to, Ginny!" Hermione said happily. She thought it would be wonderful! For the next four hours the girls talked, got onto the internet and looked at dresses, reception ideas and, well, looked at a lot of things for weddings. However when three- thirty came, neither one was any closer to finding perfect happiness with anything! "This is going to take ages!" Ginny moaned, "I thought it would be easy, but it's so much harder when you actually have to do it." Hermione nodded her head, "It looks easy, that's for sure." She looked at the clock. Four o'clock. "Oh, damn!" She had to be at Draco's at six- thirty. She jumped out of her chair. Ginny just goggled. What was going on? "Um, Hermione? What's going on?" Amazing how her thoughts reflected words. "I have to be at Draco's at half past six, and it's four now. I have to get ready. Can you help?" Hermione explained quickly. It was Ginny's turn to jump out of her chair. The two girls walked quickly to Hermione's wardrobe. "What is the dress code?" Ginny asked simply. "Easy. Nothing hard or difficult. Casual, I'd say." Ginny raised her eyebrows, but kept burrowing into the mountain of clothes that Hermione had. She pulled out a white dress that had a tinge of pink in it and then went back to looking. A few seconds later she had a pale blue dress. Hermione thought this would go better with her hair so she nodded. This time Ginny went back to looking, but this time for shoes. Hermione took her clothes off and slipped on her dress. It did look good. Ginny emerged with a pair of blue strap like shoes. Hermione took them and put them at the end of the bed. "Now, make- up and hair. I think you should brush the hair, or I could do it. Make-up.bit of foundation, eye shadow, lipstick and blush. That should do it, I think." She made quick, deft movements and within minutes Hermione was ready. She glanced at the clock. Four- forty five. She looked at the address that Draco had given her. She roughly knew where it was, but she needed her street directory. Ginny had disappeared. A second later she reappeared with a street directory. Hermione smiled, took it, and looked up the street. She placed roughly where Draco would be, and nodded her head in satisfaction. She handed it back to Ginny. POP! Ginny was gone and Hermione realised she had been apparating. Another BANG! and she was back. "You're too good to me Ginny. Thanks!" Hermione said, giving her friend a hug. "It's ok. You seemed to voice your thoughts of a street directory aloud. So I popped down and got one. Besides, what are friends for if you don't need to use them sometimes? I hope you enjoy yourself though. You look fantastic! If I was Draco, I'd be head over heels for you. But that's me." She handed Hermione a mirror and she had to agree, she thought she looked pretty good. Five-fifteen had come, so she hugged Ginny again, put on her shoes and the two girls walked outside. It was a warm, crisp night. Hermione locked her doors and they got into their cars, Ginny saying good luck and Hermione saying thanks. Backing out, Hermione drove to Draco's place. He was on the richer side on the city in a decent suburb. She drove past his place and took in the details. It was single story, very peculiar but it was white weatherboard. She continued around the rest of the neighbourhood, and noticed that for the rich, they were all single story places. Maybe it was long. Yes, it was long and big. Spacious. Yes, that was it! At six- thirty she pulled up in front of Draco's place and, locking her car, walked up the stairs. She rang the doorbell and a dark shape moved towards the blurred glass. A split second later Draco opened the door and broke into a smile. Hermione stepped into his place and looked around. It was huge! The rooms were comfortably sized, enough objects in each room. "I know, looks a lot smaller than it is, doesn't it? They're," he gestured outside, "all the same." He wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and nibbled the back of her neck, whilst directing her to the kitchen. He sat her down in the chair and served out dinner. Wasn't anything fancy, but Draco had put in an effort. It was chicken in a white wine sauce. He poured her a glass of white wine, and dolled out some vegetables. Carrots, peas, broccoli and potatoes. "Wow! This isn't bad, Draco. I thought you said you couldn't cook? Well, I'm convinced you can now." Draco blushed, something Hermione had never seen. Colour in his cheeks, they were nearly always white, and now they had a tinge of pink. He sat down and they began to eat. It was fantastic. When they finished, Draco cleared away the plates. He waved his finger and the table and plates were instantly clean. Hermione stood up and wound her way through the rooms and eventually found outside. There were candles around and a hammock swung lightly in the breeze. A pair of arms snaked around her waist and pulled playfully at her ear. She turned and came face to face with Draco. His eyes blazed in the candlelight. He got into the hammock and motioned for Hermione to join him. She climbed into the hammock and fell onto Draco's gentle chest. His arms made their way around her back and linked. Hermione's lips met with his and found what she was missing. Love. She cradled his head as his fingers drove circles into her back. The hammock moved slightly, but the lovers didn't feel it. Draco's hand moved up her dress and squeezed her back. Hermione stood up, wary of the candles. Draco joined her and they locked again. Fused together, Draco shuffled into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, Hermione on top. He enfolded his arms around her dress and rolled Hermione so that she was next to her. He picked one strap up and slid it over her shoulder and down her arm. She smiled and her nipples reached out. He slid the other one down and rolled the girl back on to him. She fiddled with his buttons on his shirt and it was soon off. Her fingers roamed his chest, running them through his chest. "Watch it!" he growled threateningly, but Hermione didn't care. He pulled off her dress, and discovered that she hadn't been wearing a bra. Added bonus, he thought. Hermione emitted a low cry of pleasure. "If I do anything you don't like tell me, ok?" he told Hermione. "Yeah, ok.whatever," she said, nearly breathless. He threw Hermione over, so that he was on top. He picked up her right breast and played around with it. He then sucked it, like a baby wanting milk. Hermione sighed deeply, her face blazing. He selected the other breast and sucked that too. She fumbled for his pants and undid the zipper. Prying the button, she threw off his trousers and except for their underwear, they were naked. They slid up the bed a bit more so they weren't hanging off the edge and their legs became entwined together. Hermione slid off her underwear and Draco did the same with his, and she gasped, realising what they were doing. Now they were completely naked. They found each others mouth again and Hermione felt like a crescendo of stars was falling over her head. [A/N: Use your imagination as to what happens.] Hermione came out of her trance and saw Draco on top of her, naked, herself also naked. Their frenzied love making had been fantastic. That night they didn't sleep much, but made love a few other times and when day break came, they fell asleep in each others arm. It was then that Hermione fully understood what had been missing. A/N: Now, if Hermione does get pregnant (IF!) who knows what might happen ('cept me of course!). Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and trust me, there is plenty more to come yet! Also, I know that the time went quickly but I had to make it move because I was running out of ideas for the early part of this chapter. Anyway, got to go. CIAO!
Cuppy