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Chapter 19

At her parents' house Hermione pulled back from Draco and ran over to her parent's waiting arms, "Daddy! Mom!"

"Hey, babygirl," her father smiled. Then he turned to reach out a hand to Draco as he laughed, "And, I see you're this Draco fellow we've heard so much about."

Draco shook his offered hand, "That I am, Mr. Granger."

Not letting go of her daughter, her mother beamed at him, "Well, I'm Julie and this is Rich. Come on you, two, let's go have some tea."

Hermione's parents were warm, friendly people, and despite her nervousness at having to introduce them to Draco, he won them over rather quickly. They knew of him from their daughter's years at school, but trusted Hermione enough to give him a chance. His declaration of love for their daughter had made them forget completely the boy they had heard so much about, and aim to get to know the man Hermione clearly loved.

After tea and conversation, where her father grilled Draco on his future plans, changed beliefs, and general intentions towards Hermione, they sat down to a comfortable dinner.

It was later as they taught Draco how to play the card game Uno, that her mother asked their plans for the next day.

Hermione shrugged, "Well, not much really. I do want to take Draco to see my primary school and show him around the neighborhood, but I hadn't really planned anything else. Why?'

Her father played a card and laughed, "Your mother wants the family to meet your young man."

"What? Mom," Hermione whined, "how many people did you invite?"

Draco laughed, "Ashamed of me are you, love?"

"What?! No," she answered.

"Honey, it's just a few people," her mother answered and played a card. "Just the family."

Hermione sat back in her chair and asked her father, "My number of few, or hers?"

Rich shook his head and laughed, "You know your mother." Then he looked at Draco and said, "Julie doesn't know the meaning of a few. Son, you're about to get your fill of us muggles."

Later that night, Hermione sat on her bed dressed in an old night shirt as she listened to Draco moving about in the guest room next door. She heard her parents talking in their bedroom and smiled at the comforting sounds of home. She laughed to herself as she realized they had uncharacteristically kept their bedroom open, she guessed to keep an eye on her and Draco.

She was still a bit miffed with her mother and the "small" party she had planned for them, but she looked forward to seeing Draco interact with her aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. And, she had missed her family. She had already warned him that most of them did not know she was a witch, so magic wasn't to be performed, and explained the cover story about her being away at boarding school all those years. Before parting for bed, he had even seemed to be partially excited about meeting them after she had tried to kiss some of his trepidation away.

She thought back on their conversation as she flipped to a more comfortable position on her childhood bed.

"Wow, you really are nervous!"

He flushed a little and she saw his gaze flick over to the kitchen, where her parents were cleaning up.

He nodded and swallowed, "Yeah, I am. It's just going to be so weird."

She laughed and took his hand, "Are you calling my family weird?"

"No," he smiled at her. Then he leaned back a little on the sofa and looked at her seriously, "It's just what your father said earlier keeps playing in my head."

"What did he say?"

"'…you're about to get your fill of us muggles,' Draco said and shook his head. "I've lived twenty two years on this planet and you were the first muggleborn I ever spoke to that I was aware of. I mean, my parents and their friends were the only people I knew until school. Then, well, you remember, I wasn't so keen on getting to know anyone who wasn't a purebl…well, like me. And, you were a witch, so it wasn't like you were really a muggle."

She looked at him and wondered where all this was headed, "But, you see and talk to muggles every day at home?"

"Yeah, kind of," he shrugged. "But, it's more like they exist and I exist and I pass them every day, but until Beth, I hadn't really ever talked to one. Really talked to one. Then, meeting your parents tonight. I didn't know what to expect, and I was ready for anything, but they're …"

"Yeah?"

He looked at her and grinned, "Normal."

When she laughed at his incredulous look, he continued, "I don't know what I thought they would be like, but I guess I never expected them to be so, just, normal. I mean, they have a witch for a daughter, and they can't do magic, but they love you unconditionally, and are just…parents. I guess I didn't expect to like them so much."

He smirked at her, "I guess I thought this would be a really strange weekend filled with all kinds of muggle customs I wasn't aware of, but…"

"But?" she prompted.

"But, I like them," he confessed. "And, magical or not, they're good people." He laughed to himself, "Man, would Father keel over if he ever heard me say that. I, Draco Malfoy, like a set of muggles."

She laughed with him, "And, what would your mother say?"

He reached out and ran his hand through her hair. As he watched the myriad of colors shine through it, he answered honestly, "Depends on the day. Maybe nothing more than 'That's lovely.' But on other days, that it was a mark of my good breeding that I was able to accept creatures less than myself. But, not to get carried away and get too friendly with them."

"Wow. But, that's so…" she didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound mean, so she stopped.

"I know," he laughed a little. "Bigoted, backwards, stupid. But, that's who they are and after all this time, I've learned to live with it. I don't agree with them, but they are my parents and I love them. We aren't as comfortable with each other as we used to be, but they love me, even if they don't fully understand me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Then a thought occurred to her, "Do they, uh, know about me? Us?"

He looked her in the eye when he answered, "Yes. Are they happy about it? Yes and no."

"Oh?"

"Well, they aren't happy in the least that I have chosen a muggleborn witch to, as Father put it, 'spend my spare time with', and they aren't looking forward to us visiting any time soon, that's for sure. But, since they knew who you are, and they respect you for your intelligence and all you've done, although very begrudgingly, they figure it'll make them look good to say we're together, so they've chosen to accept it."

She sneered, "Well, gee, thanks! I'm only good enough for you because I make them look good?"

He laughed at her disgruntled look and kissed her softly, "According to them. But, since I am still trying to figure out how I will ever be good enough for you, I think we can ignore their issues for the time being."

She lost her sneer. "Draco, I like you just the way you are. Now, that is. A few years ago not so much," she teased and laughed. Then she remembered what had started the conversation, "So, back to the beginning, if you like me, and my parents, and Beth, why are you so nervous about meeting the rest of my family?"

"They're all muggles," he answered as if that explained it all.

She looked at him in confusion and asked, "And?"

"What if I screw something up and embarrass you? I mean, I know how to act at a family event at my house; formal manners, ballroom dancing, seven-course meal, conversations about who's who and such. But, being at Ginny and Po…Harry's today, I got to see that's that not how everyone acts at family gatherings. They were loud, the music was a crazy mix, there were all kinds of foods, people just everywhere, children everywhere, unruly really. But, it was, I don't know…kind of fun to be so carefree for a while."

When he remained quiet, lost in thought, she prompted, "Well, your birthday party wasn't all stiff and formal. You know what it's like to have fun."

He looked at her and shrugged, "Yeah, but that was different. Just a bunch of friends hanging out. Everyone there knew about magic, Mi. And, I knew everyone. I have no idea what to do with your family. What do I talk about? I don't know anything about the muggle world. Your other world. What do we eat? What games are played other than Uno? Are there current events I should know about? What do I say if they ask what I do? What if I screw up and disapparate a table or something?"

She giggled at his pout, "Oh Draco, honey, you'll be fine. Just be yourself. They already want to like you, because I do, so all you have to do is show them why I love you so much. They're people, just like you and me. Like my parents."

Her parents called out goodnight to her one last time, breaking into her memories, and she heard their lights click off. Then she heard the bed next door creak and she sighed at the thought of Draco in bed so close to her. She wasn't brave enough to sneak over to the room, but she wondered what he looked like when he slept. What he wore. With another sigh she turned off her lights and lay back on the bed. For the next fifteen minutes she tossed and turned as thoughts of him, his lips, and their morning in her kitchen ran through her head.

Every time she closed her eyes an image from the day would come back. Draco kneeling next to the boys looking adorable. Draco kissing her goodnight. The look of desire on his face as he kissed his way down her body that morning. His declaration of love in her parents' living room. She moaned softly and rolled onto her stomach. Then she heard the bed next door squeak again and whispered, "Night, Draco."

She closed her eyes once more and tried to get to sleep, but her mind kept racing.

Argh! I wish I could just…duh! I'm a witch!

She eased out of bed and tried to make as little noise as possible. Then, she reached for her wand and flicked it at the wall. She giggled quietly as a door appeared and then tiptoed over to it.

Just as her hand reached the knob, it turned and there he stood with a smirk, "Took you long enough."

She took in his black silk sleep pants and naked broad chest and with a smile she fell into his arms. As their lips met in a heated kiss, he picked her up and reached out to close the door. Their lips never parted as he walked the two of them to his bed. But, before he could lay her back on it, she stopped him and took out her wand.

"Squeaky," she whispered and pointed to the bed. Then she quickly charmed the bed springs to make no noise and turned back to him with a shy smile.

With a wolfish grin he answered in his regular voice, "I put a silencing charm on the room the second that door appeared."

She laughed and jumped on him, "Good thinking."

"Well, you do get a bit loud," he teased as he laid her back on the bed.

She blushed, but held his stare, "You aren't so quiet yourself."

"That may be, but I only lose control like that with you," he purred in her ear.

A thrill ran through her as he kissed her neck and nibbled his way down her collarbone on his way to her chest. Her fingers found his head and she slid her fingers through his hair. She sighed at the feeling of it and then pushed him back, so she could roll him onto his back. She then leaned forward and kissed him, bracing her hands on either side of his head as she got up and straddled him.

He was a bit surprised, but didn't stop her. And, as he felt the heat from her body press down on him, he groaned and reached up to fondle her breasts. When she arched into his hands, he slid his thumbs over her hardened nipples and felt her body quiver against his. His body answered with a shiver of his own as her tongue found his ear and her hips rolled against his. He wanted nothing more than to rip off their little bit of clothing and end the torment, but he figured she wouldn't appreciate that in her parents' house, so he settled for sliding his fingers under the edge of her underwear to caress her butt and pull her closer.

She knew this wasn't the best time for them to finish what she had started, but she couldn't pull away. His scent, musky, yet clean, called to her and she couldn't get enough. She kissed him and sent her tongue in to drink in his taste. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord and as the sensations pulsed through her, she wanted more. When his long fingers finally found her and one slid into her core, she moaned and fell against him. It wasn't enough.

She opened her eyes and met his blue grey ones in the dim light.

"I love you," he said softly, as he watched the pleasure play on her face.

She leaned down, kissed him softly and then pulled back.

When she stopped moving her hips and sat up on him, he looked at her in question, "Mi?"

"Shh," she answered with a smile. She ran her hands down his chest and sighed at the feeling of his muscles shifting under her hands. He moved a little under her hips and she felt his hardness press up against her.

Her decision was made.

She stared into his eyes as she said, "I love you, too." Then, with a murmured chant, their clothes were gone and she felt his length against her moist heat.

Draco lost his breath at the feel of her naked body pressed against his. He held her stare as he slid a hand down to her hip, but otherwise remained as still as possible, not wanting to jump to any conclusions.

She smiled softly at his unspoken question and leaned down to press her chest against his. Then she nibbled along his jaw until she reached his ear, "Make me scream, Draco."

That was all the encouragement he needed and he smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."

She smiled and sat back up to move off of him, but he held her in place and smirked, "Uh uh, you started this, you're finishing it."

Her eyes widened and a blush crept up her cheeks as she confessed, "But, I…I don't…I don't know what to do."

He whispered a contraception charm and answered, "Just keep going and do what you feel." Then he moved to sit up against the headboard with her on his lap.

She was unsure, but didn't want to stop, so she did as he suggested and started to feel. She moved her hands up to his hair and ran her fingers through it as she leaned in to kiss him once more. As the fire was already stoked, it didn't take long for her soft, searching kisses to turn hard and demanding. His hands slid over her and lit tiny fires along their path, until she was once again moving against him.

Draco was shaking as he tried to keep from flipping her over and plunging into her. But, he held himself in check and slid his hand down to find her warmth. Her hips jerked against his hand and she groaned and sighed his name.

As his finger moved against her she rolled her hips to his rhythm and gasped his name, "Drac…Dra…Dra…"

He inhaled the scent of her and their arousal and leaned in to devour her lips once again.

Hermione had always thought about this moment as huge, monumental. She had thought about how it would happen; how it would feel. And, she had prepared herself for the pain. But, in the moment, with this man, there was no planning, no thinking. There was only feeling as she lifted her hips to slowly slide down his pulsing length.

Draco kept himself from grabbing her hips and slamming her down against him, and felt the moment she tensed against him.

"Okay?" he asked.

Hermione had expected a sharp pain, or at least a dull aching feeling. She hadn't expected the feeling of fullness or completion that overrode any amount of discomfort.

"Mmmm," she answered. "I love you."

She raised and lowered herself experimentally as his hands slid down to grasp her hips. His low groan, intense stare and clenched jaw, let her know of his pleasure. She sighed his name and set her rhythm.

"Mi…I love…love…love you," he gasped as he felt her heat engulf him. When her pace increased and she whimpered in his ear, he slid his hand down to help her reach completion.

"Dra….ohhh," she said loudly and then exploded around him.

The clenching of her walls around him and puffs of air against his neck as she gasped his name and shivered against him, breached his last hold on his control.

"Gods, Mi," he groaned as he took control. Without leaving her he changed their position until she was under him and he could grind against her to his own rhythm.

Their new position allowed him to reach deeper and fill her more than before. With her first orgasm still pulsing in her blood, she felt another wave build. He kissed her deeply as he picked up speed and she wrapped her legs around his hips to hold him closer. When the wave broke over her again, she heard her own guttural cry of his name.

Draco felt her entire body clench around him again and let go. He chanted her name and how much he loved her as his body emptied into hers. And, she rubbed his back as he calmed.

When she could breathe once again, she laughed and whispered, "Wow!"

He raised his head from her shoulder and smiled at her, "Yeah." He moved off to the side and pulled her over his chest, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

She smiled at his concern and traced circles on his chest as she shook her head, "Yes, and no. Was it…I mean, was I…"

She felt his chest shake as he laughed, "Are you kidding me? You were perfect."

"Oh," she answered. Then she raised her head and looked up at him with a smirk worthy of him, "I bet I could get even better with more practice."

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