Childhood Sweethearts Remember

Chapter 14: A Day in the Library

One week before school started, Hermione went mad with studying. She broke out all her books in determination, claiming that her N.E.W.T.S. were the deciding factor of the rest of her life and it was too important to neglect. "But Hermione, you already did all of your summer assignments. Why are you studying?" Draco asked her as soon as he saw their bed covered in books.

"I did do all my summer assignments already, true, but that was a month ago. I need to refresh my memory AND I need to prepare for the N.E.W.T. exams. You should too, Draco. This is really important. It's our future at stake."

He rolled his eyes. "I study, Hermione. Trust me, I'm good with the studying … DURING SCHOOL! Summers though, they belong to me!"

"I'm sorry, Draco, but I've had a summer of slacking off and that's just unacceptable."

As soon as Draco noticed that she wasn't going to budge, he sighed in reluctance. "At least let me show you to the library where you can properly study. The bedroom is for sex, not books!"

With wide eyes, Hermione ignored the sex comment and replied, "WE HAVE A LIRBARY AND YOU'RE JUST TELLING ME THIS NOW?" The volume of her voice was louder than a dying banshee and it was killing Draco.

"I'm going to make you scream like that in bed, love," he replied, effectively shutting her up as he led her down the hallway and to the other side of the Mansion.

The Library was in the East Wing and it took up the whole area. Nothing else was in the wing besides the library. Books upon books appeared before them once they opened the doors. The bookshelves were at least three stories high. Hermione could have sworn they now owned every book ever made.

"Are you happy?" Draco asked pointlessly after seeing her eyes light up. She of course nodded idly, reaching the book case and pulling out the first book she found.

Hermione grinned wickedly and faced Draco, an evil plan forming in her mind. "I've got an idea," she announced. "If you let me get all my studying done, leave me alone the entire day, then I will reward you in the evening. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Without a word, the over eager blond left the room and closed the doors, leaving Hermione smiling.

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That day, Draco went to visit Crabbe and Goyle again. There he found Blaise Zabini sitting on the Pitch with his arm around none other than Pansy Parkinson. "How are you going to work it out in school, Malfoy?" Blaise asked suddenly, as soon as he noticed Draco's presence. "A wife and all? And your mum is more than convinced that Granger's knocked up. That's going to be a lot to handle."

"She takes ant-fertility potions, Blaise," Draco explained. "ANTI-fertility potions are more effective than the conception potions my mother gave to her. Yes, I'm fully aware they gave her something. Don't look so shocked."

"She thought she was really clever, your mum did," Blaise laughed. "A perfect potion is what she called it. And, 'He'll never know I used it', she told me. I guess she was wrong."

"So they really want a powerful baby? A Reins AND a Malfoy? Add some of the Dark Lords Blood and it would be indestructible. The strongest wizard ever to live."

"Granger messed us the potion?" Pansy finally spoke. "Didn't want to be a teenage mother? Pity. I was excited to see her get fat!"

Draco shot Pansy a look that told her to shut up. "That's my wife you're talking about," he reprimanded. "You need to start remembering that."

She frowned but still wasn't too afraid of Draco. "I'm not sorry. She's still Granger whether she took your last name or not. That doesn't change who she is."

"Oh really? And just who is she to you, Pans?"

"My enemy. I didn't care that she was a mudblood, Draco. I didn't care that she was best friends with Potter either. But we've been at war with her for five years. You don't just forget five years of despising someone."

Draco was exhausted of having this fight with people. Why did girls always have to be so negative? "Listen, Pansy, I understand it was five years of whatever we felt but it's over. If you didn't hate her for the reasons you mentioned, then why DID you hate her?"

Pansy stood up to try to be eye level with Draco though he still had a good eight inches on her. Her eyes burned with anger before she said, "Because she hated us."

Realizing he needed to change his response since his usual one wasn't working, Draco tried again. "You're right, Pans," he agreed. "It's hard to stop hating someone, especially when they're still the same person they always were. But it's Mia. The same Mia I loved all those years ago. Sure she's opinionated. Bossy. Controlling. A bit possessive at times. But I love her so you need to accept that. She has changed my life so much over the course of a few simple weeks and I'm not even dreading school this year. Think of what it means. No more fighting with the Golden Trio. Less detentions. What more could you ask for?"

"So you've made friends with Potter and Weasley, have you?" Pansy asked in a sarcastic tone, knowing it wasn't true.

"Well we've made progress. At least we refrain from fighting…so long as Hermione's around."

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That night, Draco returned around eight p.m. hoping he had given her enough time to study. As soon as he entered the house however, he heard voices. Loud, laughing voices.

He followed them into the living room only to find none other than Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and his own wife, Hermione Malfoy, finishing up their dinner.

"Hi Draco," Hermione greeted with a smile once she noticed his presence. "You'll never believe it! I managed to have all my studying done by five. So then I began setting up for when you got home," she sent him a devilish smile before continuing, "when Harry and Ron owled me. So I invited them over for dinner."

Draco was shocked that she had invited Harry. After all, this WAS his house and Hermione had felt so bad and all.

"Don't worry about the house," Harry broke in, seeming to have known what Draco was thinking. "Hermione and I have spoken this out. You'll stay here for now and I'll keep my other home. When the war is over, hopefully by Hermione's birthday, we'll switch."

Draco still had yet to say a word and had no intention of it until Ron and Harry stood up. "Well I think it's time we get going," Ron said as he walked to Hermione, kissed her cheek and stood near the fireplace. Harry followed his lead. "Thanks for dinner, 'Mione. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Draco finally said. "What's tomorrow? Not school yet!"

Hermione laughed. "Oh no, don't be silly. The four of us are going to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow," she explained. "I need new dress robes and we all need new supplies for school."

"Shopping," Draco sneered. "You want me to go shopping? With Potter and Weasley? Hermione I don't think this is such a good idea."

"It's already been decided," she huffed. "Now go upstairs and wait for me while I say goodnight to Harry and Ron." As much as Draco hated following orders from her (especially when the boys were around), he knew that had he not obeyed, there'd be no sex that evening and so after weighing his options carefully, Draco took his leave.

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He waited patiently on the bed until he heard the door opening. A little anxious now, Draco jumped off the bed only to hear Hermione laugh at him. "Excited?" she asked pointlessly, already knowing the answer.

"What do you think? I've been waiting all day for this," he confessed, stripping himself of his shoes and socks quickly. "Let's get this started. I don't want to wait a second longer."

"Slow down, Casanova," she giggled. "I had tonight all planned out."

"As long as it ends in shagging…"

"DRACO!"

"What? I'm only a man after all and you promised!" He moved in to begin divesting Hermione of all her clothes as well but she hopped out of the way.

"I was thinking we could actually have some calm little foreplay," she smiled. Hermione flicked her wand and the entire room seemed to transform. The lights went out, romantic candles lit up and suddenly there was something more in the air, a feeling building up as the slow rhythm of the music lulled the lovers into a lustful trance.

Hermione sauntered over to Draco slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she said, her lips mere inches from his.

"My pleasure."

Their lips met slowly as they savored every second together. Letting every feeling she had take over, Hermione pulled Draco by the collar of his shirt over to the bed.

Without warning, she pulled away with a wicked grin and pushed him down. He seemed confused at first but when she began unbuttoning his shirt one by one with her delicate fingers and straddled his waist, he had no complaints.

Each time she undid a button, she kissed the newly exposed flesh sensuously. "Would you like me to kiss you any lower, Draco?" she teasingly asked once she reached the last button of his shirt and had kissed just above the line of his pants.

"What do you think?" he growled in frustration, reaching to undo his own belt to speed up the process. Hermione would have none of that though. She playfully slapped his hands away. "I'll be the one undressing you tonight, dear," she laughed.

Once she relieved Draco of his belt, she unzipped his black pants with her teeth (which of course produced a rumble of swear words along with a few moans from Draco).

When she had finished clearing hi of his clothes, Hermione teasingly ran her hand down his length. "You just want to hear me beg," he pouted, sitting up slightly with annoyance.

"That would be nice," she replied. "But that's not what I had in mind." She lovingly kissed Draco quickly before dropping back down to her knees and taking him in her mouth. The feel of her lips suctioning around him made Draco lose all self control. He wound his fingers in her hair and slowly began to thrust into her mouth. Suddenly she pulled away.

"I was to perform an ancient sex ritual now," she stated. "It's sex magic, supposed to be very difficult but I think we can manage."

After he stopped whimpering in lustful pain, he found himself very curious. "What kind of ritual would it be?"

She continued running her hands all along his thighs to keep him distracted as she responded, "Nothing too big. Just a fidelity spell. It's supposed to feel amazing." She licked his length once more from top to bottom, rendering Draco incapable of thought.

"Will you shag me afterwards?"

She laughed and kept running her hand along him. "Of course, silly. You'll have be shagging me in the process of doing the spell in order for the ritual to work."

Finally Draco realized what was going on. She was trying to trick him into doing a spell she knew he wouldn't want to do. "Wait a minute," he said as he stood up and backed away from her. "I know what you're doing. It's not going to work. I won't let you fool me. Why do you want a fidelity ritual? Are you seriously afraid I'll cheat on you?"

She frowned. "You're ruining the mood," she complained. "I worked so hard for this and you don't even appreciate it."

"No, I do appreciate it, Hermione. Don't twist this around. I just don't think we need a fidelity ritual."

"You're just afraid because the thought of me being the last woman you ever sleep with is overwhelming but I think it's a good idea!"

He shook his head. "This is because of Pansy, isn't it?" She didn't respond. "Pet, how many times do I have to tell you? There's nothing between me and Pansy. Not anymore."

"I want to know that I'm in a relationship that works and that'll last, Draco. I'm not one of those girls who settles into a marriage and doesn't care if her husband is out shagging so long as he supports the family. I want you all to myself."

"And I promise, Hermione, that I'm all yours… but I'm not messing with a fidelity spell. It's dark magic and when not done properly could wind up messing with us in ways you can't even imagine."

"Well I'll make sure we do it right. I'm a bit of a perfectionist in case you hadn't noticed."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Well I was but then you basically said I couldn't handle it. I can do anything I set my mind to so don't challenge me like that again."

He sighed and sat down on the bed next to her. Pushing her beautiful locks out of her face, Draco leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I love you."

She looked up at him with upset eyes. "But you're not going to do the spell with me, are you?"

He sighed. "I'm not messing with the dark arts. You're not even 16 yet. Calm that Gryffindor bravery down a notch. Let's go fill a bath, light some candles. I'll give you a massage and then we'll continue where we left off a few minutes ago. Okay?"

Admitting defeat was not easy for Hermione but her husband seemed to be just as stubborn as she and so she decided to call it quits.

Until another day, perhaps.

A/N….. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I completely forgot about this story since I had gotten so caught up in a one shot I was writing (The sequel to 10 Reasons Why I Married Oliver Wood). Sorry. I hope this was worth the wait.