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A/N: Don't worry all… Draco is coming… he'll be here soon. End of the next chapter… promise! I'm sorry it took so long to update; last time I did, we had just gotten engaged… now my fiancé has been diagnosed with a brain tumour- he's had the operation and so I am using this time to catch up on some writing and hopefully I will have a couple chapters up this weekend.
Chapter 7: Home Sick.
They spent the day holding hands, walking through the Vineyard; sipping wine, touring the facilities. They returned to the hotel; and spent the night entangled in each other. The next morning, Hermione awoke before Falin had even stirred; she got out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom. She removed the robe she'd slipped on as she'd gotten out of the bed. She filled the Jacuzzi bathtub and stepped in. She was soaking in the tub, when Falin entered the bathroom.
"So when are we leaving?" he said, leaning against the door jam.
"Really?"
"For sure, I'll just have to pack a bag, back at my condo" he said.
"Well, how about tomorrow? That way, we can spend the day getting everything in order… and then meet up tomorrow, and off we'll go. It's not far, just over an hour"
"Alright, sounds like a plan. Now move over; let me in" he said, coming towards the bathtub. He slid in behind her, and began to clean her back. His hands slid around her waist, up to her breasts. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. His mouth moved to her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the crease of her neck; moving up to suck her earlobe. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and one hand slipped beneath the water line, and went between her legs, finding her slit, and let his finger to glide into her clit. She moaned as he began to massage it, her hand reaching behind her and grasping his hard member, massaging it, as he massaged her.
"Falin…" she moaned as he continued manipulating her body;
His hand slipped lower, and his fingers dipped inside of her, bringing her to the edge. His fingers slipped from her, and turning her around he raised himself out of the tub, and sitting on the edge, sat her on his lap. He kissed her, drawing her tongue into his mouth, as his hands ran up and down her back, brushing her waist length hair away from her spine, the dimples in her back, and her buttocks. He allowed her to wiggle around, in her own way, she was asking for him, begging him to enter her. He resisted the urge to penetrate her, he wanted her beyond ready, finally when her whimpering was almost palpable, he lifted her, and placing her on the counter adjacent to the tub, thrust into her.
"Falin- YESSSSSSS" her words hissed into non-existence, as he plundered her. His teeth nipped at her throat, his cock pistoning into her. Her name on his lips, whispered as he used her body, worshipping it as if it was a deity. He lifted her, mid-thrust, and step-by-step moved her to the wall, the door to the bedroom, the dresser, and finally the bed. Her head had fallen back, in ecstasy, his name falling out her mouth over and over. Her core muscles clenching and unclenching, bringing her closer and closer to the edge; closer and closer to oblivion, the oblivion, that at that moment he was the only one to be able to give her. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, he knew she was almost there, ready to fall over the edge, when he took her bottom lip between his teeth and with a sensuality that Hermione thought would never be compared, sucked and nipped; until with one last cry, she came, gushing over him. He felt her juices, and felt her core, and with that, he too fell into the oblivion.
They lay entangled in the sheets for seconds, minutes, and perhaps even hours before they looked at each other, and smiled.
"That was fun," she said with a giggle.
Laughing, he nodded
"Best bath I've had in a while" he said somewhat cockily, "I'm going to hop in the shower, and then head back to my place. I'll meet you here around noon tomorrow? We can drive out to your place, and be ready for dinner?"
"Sounds good" Hermione nodded, and pulled the sheet around her as Falin stood and shakily made his way to the bathroom once more.
Falin showered and left, while Hermione, curled up in the bed, slept. The afternoon sun awoke her as it shone into her room and across the bed. She climbed out and walked to the bathroom.
She stepped out of the shower only minutes later, and walking around the room, collected her clothing and threw it on the bed. Pulling out a thong, bra, skirt, and tank she pulled them on. She pulled her wand from its hiding place in the top drawer of the dresser, and with a flick around the room, the blinds closed, and with a swish, her clothing and belongings swirled around the room and flew into the bags from under the bed. She turned and walked to the phone, and recalling the number from the files, dialed the estate.
"Dracontos estate, Pascal speaking"
"Hello Pascal, its Gabrielle. I will be up tomorrow, but… ummm… I'll be bringing a muggle. If you could speak to the staff for me, magic must be kept to a minimum. Thanks Pascal"
"Of course Miss Gabrielle. I will inform the staff" he said in a cheery voice.
"I hope that this isn't a problem"
"Not at all, have a nice evening" Pascal said, ringing off.
Hermione smiled as she put down the phone. Sitting down on the bed, and turned on the TV and channel surfed until she found a movie she enjoyed. Several hours later, the movie over, Hermione slipped on a pair of sandals, and picked up her purse. She left her room, and made her way down to the hotel lounge. Entering, she found a seat, ordered a drink and proceeded to people watch. She was one drink down when she ordered her dinner, and another drink. It was 29 minutes before her food arrived, and she'd already drank 3 martinis.
An hour later she returned to her room, and fell into bed, slightly drunk, very happy. She fell asleep, thinking for the time they would have at her estate- away from the city, and away from her life back in England.
He arrived at the hotel at 5 minutes to noon, and left the car idling as he entered and asked the front desk to call Hermione. A few minutes later, she arrived in the lobby, followed by a bellhop pulling a luggage cart with several bags on it.
"I was thinking that perhaps you could follow me out, I have a car with me, and it would be a waste for it to just sit in the garage here. Would you mind terribly?" Hermione asked, stopping in front of him.
"Why not exchange my car for yours then; we'll leave mine here, and when we return I can just pick it up?"
"You wouldn't mind, really?"
"No not at all; I'm out front- why don't you go get yours. I'll meet you out front in 5?" he said, turning with a smile and walking towards the doors. Hermione smiled, and turning addressed the bellhop.
"I'll be right back," she said in rapid Russian.
Five minutes later, Hermione's bags were in the boot of the car, and they were speeding away from the city, into the country.
They arrived at the estate just over an hour later, Pascal opening the door before they could even put their feet on the ground.
"Welcome to the Dracontos Estate, my name is Pascal, if you need anything while you're here; please feel free to ask. Welcome back Miss Gabrielle" he said.
"Thank you Pascal" Hermione said as they moved to the front door. They entered the house to find the servants missing from their posts.
"Follow me Falin, I'll show you our rooms" she smiled sexily at him
He followed her with a saunter that said 'I'm up for anything'. Up the stairs and into her room they went.
They entered the dining room at 7:00pm, to find the table set for only 2. Looking around she found a servant standing in the corner, beside a drink cart.
"Anna, why are there only 2 plates set?"
"Pascal told us you wished to dine alone tonight" she said.
"Oh- I see. Anna- please tell Pascal that I'd like to see him after dinner in the study" Hermione said.
"Of course Miss" the young girl said, bobbing her head.
Turning, Hermione looked at Falin;
"Please sit, dinner will be ready soon. Would you like a drink?"
"Herm- I mean Gabrielle - I don't know what to call you anymore" he said with a smile.
"I don't know what to call myself anymore either- I guess Gabrielle - I need to get used to being Princess Gabrielle Dracontos" she said.
"Gabrielle it is. I would like wine- red preferably" he said.
Hermione nodded and with a gesture from her hand, a bottle was presented and Falin played 'the host', and with a nod- the young girl Anna poured them both a glass of a deep red wine.
Dinner was placed on the table only a few short minutes later, and they ate the succulent lamb and potatoes without a word between them.
That night, they fell into bed and made slow, sensual love.
The rest of the holiday at the Manor was spent riding the horses from Hermione's prize stable, taking walks in the vineyards, and making love in her room, her study, her garden and every possible surface they could find.
A week later, they returned to Saint Petersburg, and to the hotel. In the garage, they kissed goodbye, and made plans to talk to each other the next day and find some time to see each other, as Falin had to go into the office and work on paperwork. He climbed into his car and with a wave of his hand, revved the engine and left the parking lot.
Hermione, making sure her car was locked, moved to the elevator located at the end of garage, and pressing the button, waited for the car to meet her there. She rode up to the lobby, and walked to the desk.
Once checking in, Hermione showered in her room, and grabbing her bathing suit and a towel, made her way down to the pool.
Several days later, Hermione was walking around the square when she decided to stop at her favourite café for a latte. Sitting down near the door, she heard a man speaking in her native language. Looking over at him, she thought she recognized him, but could not figure out from where. A waitress came over to her, and with a smile she asked for her regular. Charity- the waitress smiled, and moved onto the man Hermione had noticed a minute before.
"Hello- my name is Charity- what can I get for you?" she asked him. He looked up, confused.
"Sorry- I don't speak Russian" he said.
Hermione stood and walked over; tapping Charity on the shoulder and rapidly told her that she'd translate for him;
"Hi- she asked what you'd like to order." Hermione said in her clear accent.
"Oh can I have a cup of Earl Grey tea please" he said.
Turning around, she repeated the order in Russian and looking back at the man; she smiled, nodded and went to move back to her table.
"Wait- do I know you?" he asked.
"Hermione Granger," she said.
"THE Hermione Granger?" he said in an amazed tone of voice.
"I guess-"she said laughing.
"Wow, Hermione Granger, my name is Charles Mainler- I went to umm;" he paused and looked around, "Hogwarts too" he finished.
"Really? I thought I recognized you" she said.
Their drinks were delivered; and the two spent the next two hours talking about their experiences, their old professors at Hogwarts, and how much they loved England.
Hermione left the Café feeling very home sick, and she thought that perhaps it was time to go home, and face what she had run away from in the first place. She had to go back sooner or later, school started in less than 3 weeks, and she needed to be there for that. Returning to the hotel, she left a message on Falin's machine, bathed and climbed into bed.
The next morning, Hermione awoke and taking only a minute decided that she'd be going home soon. She picked up the phone after tapping on it with her wand, and spoke clearly into the receiver.
"The Leaky Cauldron" and a few minutes later she was connected to Tom.
"The Leaky Cauldron" he said in a scratchy voice.
"Hello Tom- I'd like to reserve a room starting in two days; and I'll be staying until September 1st"
"Yes- your name"
"Gabrielle Dracontos" she said, hoping that he wouldn't recognize her voice, and already attempting to come up with a story when he recognized her when she walked in the door.
"Of course Miss, we will see you in a few days"
Hermione hung up and with another tap of her wand and a few words, she was connected to the Russian Ministry of Magic, and half an hour later, she had her license to create a port key to take her to London.
After a shower and a quick lunch, Hermione was out looking for something to make a port key from, and picking up some last minute purchases as she went along. Returning to the hotel, she saw the light on her phone blinking. Calling down to the front desk, she received a message from Falin. Calling him back, they made plans for her last night in town, and then hung up.
Hermione left the hotel once more that night, and found a restaurant and sat eating her dinner, and drinking.
The following night, Hermione met Falin in the lobby of the hotel, and he whisked her off to a tiny restaurant 30 minutes away. They ate dinner, and once they were finished, a short drive to the hotel, and an even shorter ride up the elevator landed them in bed, on the floor, in shower and finally back in bed.
"I'm leaving tomorrow Falin" she reminded him.
"I know"
"You could visit if you wanted… I live near these really cool ruins; they used to be a castle of some kind" Hermione fibbed.
"Maybe- I'll see how everything goes. I'll call you?"
"Sure" she said as she snuggled into him. What had started out as a fling, a booty call of sorts, had turned into a relationship of sorts; and she was reluctant to let it go.
They fell asleep in each others' arms.
Hermione awoke the next morning to the sun streaming into her room and Falin snoring beside her. She rolled out of his arms, and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Once she was showered and dressed, she woke Falin and they said their goodbyes. Hermione picked up her bags, and with one last look around she nodded, and she and Falin made their way down the elevator and to the front desk. Hermione checked out, and will a deep kiss and a promise to keep in touch; she said goodbye to her lover. Once he had left, Hermione made her way down to the garage; collected her car and made her way to Dracontos Estates. Upon her arrival, she bid farewell to her staff, and made possible arrangements for her cars to be delivered to London once she established herself there. With one last goodbye, she activated her port key and with a tug behind her bellybutton, she found herself standing outside of The Leaky Cauldron, London England.
Home.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed!