Days, weeks, and months flew by. Everybody fell into a pattern. Hermione would go to work, have lunch with Harry, and go home. Harry would go home, pretend like his day was normal, and not mention anything about Hermione to Ginny or Ron. Draco remained a secret between the two, nobody willing to share what was going on. Harry had an idea, but never wanted to directly ask, where Hermione would not volunteer the information willingly. The months grew colder, as the holiday seasons was fast approaching.
"I got an invitation today," Hermione started, while setting the table for dinner. She paused to pull it out of her pocket, setting it on the table next to the place setting. "You might want to see it."
Draco picked up the invitation, looking it over. "Are you going?" he asked as he set the food down, and sitting down.
"I don't know. I really would like to, but I think it would be weird to go it alone." She looked up, reading his expression.
"But that would mean-"
"Yes, I know. I think it is about time anyways. I am tired of pretending, and lying. It makes being around Ron difficult," she pushed the food around her plate. "He keeps trying to get me to go back to him. And I just... I can't!" Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take a bite of food. Draco looked at her, seeing the internal struggle she was facing.
"Has he hurt you?" Draco asked, putting his fork down. He was afraid of the answer, but knew the question had to be asked. He looked right at her, tension in his hands.
"No. Not yet," her voice squeaked. "That's why I really think we need to do this." Draco got up from his seat and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"If it means that much, and if it will stop things, I will do it." He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "Now, how shall we do this? I would personally suggest before this major party."
"We could invite Harry and Ginny over for dinner?" Hermione suggested once she regained her voice. "Starting with those two, we can test the waters. Anyways, I have a feeling Harry knows," she smiled and resumed eating. Draco relaxed a bit, seeing her smile again.
"I think that is a wonderful idea. Here, want to make the dinner for tomorrow? Just get it over with?" He conjured up parchment and a quill, sliding it to Hermione. In between bites, she wrote a quick dinner invitation, and handed it to Draco to proof read. "Looks good," he said as he went to the window to attach the parchment to the small owl Hermione had. His own falcon looked at him angrily, and he handed it a treat.
The two enjoyed the rest of their dinner peacefully, and when it came time to clear the plates, Draco wanted it done as fast as possible, and levitated the plates to the sink. Hermione rose, walking towards him, when there was a tapping on the window. She walked over to let the owl in, taking the parchment off the leg.
"Looks like we have a dinner date!" Hermione giggled.
The following day passed quickly, as the two were both nervous over the dinner party to happen that evening. Hermione left work early, to cast quick cleaning spells over the house, making it spotless. She was working on getting the dinner table set, when Draco arrived, arms loaded with bags from the local grocery store. He went into the kitchen, unloading the bags, pulling his wand out to begin work on dinner.
Hermione went to the bathroom, to make sure she looked just right. A few charms were needed, and she went into her bedroom to change. On her dresser were a dozen long stem red roses, and she knew where they came from. Changing quickly, she snuck up behind Draco, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Thank you for the roses."
Draco turned around, "What roses?"
"The ones in my bedroom, silly."
"I didn't get you roses." Hermione paled, she let got instantly and ran into her bedroom, and straight to the roses. Draco followed her, just standing in the doorway. She reached out and grabbed the envelope, opening it with shaking hands. Reading the card that was inside, she turned to Draco.
"We are going to have to set the table for one more." She pushed past him, into the dinning room, conjuring a new place setting. Draco rushed after her, confused on what was going on.
"What do you mean we are going to set the table for one more?" He put his hand on her shoulder, to stop her from moving. Hermione reached in her pocket, pulled out her cell phone, and dialed away immediately.
"Why are you not stopping him?" She yelled into the receiver, half in tears. "WHY?"
Draco sat back and watched as she conversed on the phone, trying hard to figure it out. He went back to the kitchen, making sure the food was not going to burn. He hear her yell, and ran out to see her.
"We can't do this... We just can't." She shook her head as she went down the hallway, to touch up her make-up.
"Can't do what?" Draco called out after her. He knew she needed her space for this, but still offered his support. Hermione emerged in the kitchen, looked at the clock, and looked at the front door just as it rang.
"This." She opened the door, faking a smile and greeted their company. Harry and Ginny entered, followed by Ron. Draco felt the urge to curse the unwanted guest, but refrained. He did note that when Ron looked at him, he saw him flinch to get his wand.
"Don't worry, I have it," Ginny said, patting her purse. Hermione shut the door, and led the group to the table. Draco, taking the hint, charmed the food onto serving platters, and then to the table. Everybody took a seat. Harry and Ginny sat next to each other, while Hermione ended up being seated between Ron and Draco. Quietly, everybody began to help themselves to the food, and began to eat without a word being spoken.
"Well, isn't this nice?" Ginny attempted to break the awkward silence.
"What is HE doing here?" Ron spat.
"RON!" warned Harry and Ginny.
"No, it's ok. He can say or do whatever he wants to, but if you must know why Draco-"
"Oh, it's Draco is it? Since when have you been socializing with that git?"
"Since he became my boyfriend! And if you have a problem with that, Ronald, then you can just leave." Everybody's jaw hit the floor, all except Harry's.
"I was wondering when you were going to tell me, Hermione. I am so happy for you!" He stood up to give her a hug, but was immediately stopped by Ron.
"How long has this been going on?" Ron asked flatly.
"Since I was in Australia." Hermione stated, looking at Ginny, who was still in shock over what was going on. Ron got up abruptly, and walked out the door, and the loud pop of apparation rang in everybody's ears.
"Shall I prepare dessert?" Draco asked, as he began to clear the place setting where Ron was at. Hermione excused herself from the table, running to her room in tears. It only took one look from Harry, and Ginny got up to follow her.
"We tried to stop him, you know. At least Harry did. Every night after the two of you would meet up, Harry would tell him to stop trying, and that you moved on. As we all know, my brother is very dim witted." Hermione chuckled through her tears. "I know you are afraid of him, but if he tries anything around any of us, he will be sorry. Ok?" Hermione simply nodded. "Now, now. Stop those tears. I know for a fact there is a handsome wizard in that kitchen conjuring up something sinfully delicious. Shall we go investigate?"
Ginny gave Hermione a much needed hug, and after a quick make-up touch up, and a giggle, the two went off into the dining area, and had the proper night Hermione had planned. Drinks and desserts were passed around, and the group of four lounged on the couches, telling stories and laughing, as if nothing else had bothered them this evening.
When it came for Harry and Ginny to leave, Ginny gave Draco a quick hug. "You hurt her, you will deal with me?" Draco laughed, a melodious sound.
"You have my word, I will take good care of her." And with that, the young couple disapparated back home. Draco turned to Hermione, a sly smile played across his face.
"Oh, and what has you so smug?" She asked, as he drew closer to her. His answer was non-verbal, as he kissed her with the burning passion he felt all evening. "Oh," was all she was able to get out, as he picked her up, and carried her down the hallway. He stumbled into the bedroom, and the two fell upon the bed. Hermione pulled out her wand, muttering a long chain of charms and spells too fast for Draco to understand.
Draco kissed her deeply, a sense of relief between them. Hermione returned the kiss with a much wanted desire, her fingers working at the buttons on his shirt. Draco smiled while kissing her, and pulled away, muttering a quick charm, and Hermione was suddenly out of the dress she was wearing. She rose an eyebrow at him, sliding his shirt off his strong shoulders..
The two kissed with a burning desire ever growing. Hermione gripped his shoulders, nails gently embedding into his back as he kissed and bit down her neck, one hand massaging one of her supple breasts. His kisses and nips made their way down, and he began to bite and lick her nipples. Between her moans of delight, she was able to mutter the same spell, to get the rest of Draco's clothes off of him.
Immediately free of all clothes, Draco pressed his body as close to Hermione's as he could, making sure she knew how turned on he was. Hermione's eyes widened when she felt how hard he was, and snaked a hand down to feel it for herself. He pulled himself back, as she began to work her hand up and down his shaft, making his breathing deepen. A sly smirk from her, and she changed positions, settling between his legs, and then slowly lowered her head.
It took all the control he had to keep himself together the instant she began to lick and suck his cock. Her soft lips around his shaft caused his eyes to roll back, and he wrapped his fingers in her hair, helping set the perfect pace. Hermione felt as his cock began to throb, and stopped all movement before he was able to release.
Hermione rose up to give Draco a long kiss, slowly hovering her moist nether lips above his tip. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, and unable to take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto his swollen head. She let out a surprised gasp as she felt him penetrate her.
Draco grabbed a hold of her hips, gripping tightly. Hermione took one look into his eyes, and began to work his cock over, bouncing rhythmically. Draco forced her to a faster tempo, and began to thrust upwards to meet her, allowing him to penetrate even deeper than she was anticipating. Before she knew it, she began to shudder with an intense orgasm, her juices running down his cock. Draco pushed forward, getting himself on top of her, and began to slam himself into her. She moaned and screamed, back arching as she was gearing up for another climax. Hermione felt his phallus get even harder, knowing he was close as well. She tried with all her might to hold off until the right moment. Draco's breath became more and more shallow, and with one final thrust, he groaned as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Feeling his explosion, Hermione let loose.
The two laid tangled in a love knot, neither willing or wanting to move. Hermione snuggled up close to Draco, laying her head upon his chest. Slowly, she began to drift of in a sex coma, and Draco picked up his wand, muttered a few charms, and began a pieceful rest of his own.