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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70654 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N.- I have to admit that all the chapters I had in reserve are out there for you to read, so I am writing a chapter and posting as time permits. So, posting will be a little slower, but I promise I will complete the story in a timely fashion.
Dragonsgirl: Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying the story.
pickles87: I like Theo, too. If I’m so inspired, I’ll try to put in something good for him in the end. J
paigeey07: Don’t worry, I will not let this story go unfinished. I’m pretty sure my OCD brain would wake me up at 5 a.m. to keep writing.

Theo stared at Hermione after she told him she’d be leaving for the United States in a few weeks.

“I didn’t know you were interested in studying abroad,” he said quietly.

Hermione took a drink of her wine. She cared for Theo and didn’t want to hurt him.

“It’s a wonderful opportunity for me to study what I love with a group of brilliant students and professors.”

Theo beckoned her over and pulled her onto his lap. “Don’t go. I can get you access to anything you want in England, Hermione.” He held her close.

“You’ve been amazing to me, Theo, but I need to do this for myself.” Despite knowing how hard it would be to tell Theo she was leaving, Hermione’s eyes started to tear up. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“You want to end things, don’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I think it would be easier for both of us to make a clean break.” She laid her cheek on his soft hair. “The scholarship can extend for up to two years.”

“I’ll miss your parents,” he said.

“Prat.” She pinched his side, earning her a chuckle. “My parents like you. You won my dad over with the enchanted toothbrush.”

“Will you write me and let me know how you’re doing?”

“Yeah, of course.”

They looked at each other for a long moment before their lips met in a gentle kiss.

A large white owl delivered a letter to Draco on a warm Tuesday morning. He thought the owl looked familiar.

Is that Potter’s owl?

Opening the parchment, he found a short note from Hermione asking him to come to her flat the next evening. He scribbled an affirmative and sent it with the owl he now knew belonged to Harry Potter.

After his explosion in front of his parents, Draco had not heard from Hermione. Frankly, this was their pattern. He’d act like an arsehole, she’d stay away from him, then he’d seek her out for her forgiveness. Getting her request gave him pause. He wondered what she wanted to say to him.

Hermione sat on the floor surrounded by boxes when Draco knocked on her door.

“Come in,” she called.

She hadn’t seen him in close to a month, but he looked better. Draco had gained some weight and his eyes were clear. His short hair and facial stubble made him look like a reckless, handsome movie star.

He observed her packing. “Did you finally find a better flat?”

Hermione laughed and got up. “You look good. Thanks for coming tonight. I needed to clear this place so I don’t get charged rent for next month.”

“Where are you moving?”

“I was accepted into a prestigious literature program in the United States. I’m leaving in a couple of weeks.”

“Are you serious?” He sat down on an old wooden chair in her tiny kitchen.

“It’s a great opportunity for me, my studies are paid for and I’ll get to see a part of the world I’ve wanted to explore for years.”

“How long will you be gone?” he choked out.

Hermione mechanically continued to pack her belongings, fighting with herself not to cry.

“Up to two years.”

Draco saw her try to hide the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

“But what about Theo?” he asked, terrified to find out if Theo would be following her to America.

Hermione shook her head and looked at the floor. “We broke up.”

Draco let out a breath, but found himself feeling sympathy for his friend. He knew Theo had wanted a future with Hermione. But Draco did, too, and he was going to do everything he could to ensure that she ended up with him.

“I’ll escort you to the United States. It would give me the opportunity to check on the New York branch of the company.”

Hermione turned away from him and began packing dishes from the kitchen cabinets. “I don’t know, Draco. My Dad was going to fly out with me.”

Draco placed his hand on her waist and turned her towards him. “Granger.”

Hermione laid her head on his chest, letting herself relax into his touch. His arms circled her.

“Just let me do this for you, alright?”

When she had been at Malfoy Manor caring for him, she didn’t let herself get absorbed into him, but she did now. He smelled like aftershave and male musk and…sex.

“Okay, Draco.”

They embraced until Draco tipped her chin up to look at him. He was shocked to see how heated her gaze was. Her mouth was slightly open and when she licked her full, pink lips, he was on her. His mouth crashed into hers and his tongue took advantage of her surprise.

As soon as Draco’s tongue began stroking her compliant mouth, Hermione’s body felt electrified. She pulled him closer, feeling his erection against her stomach. Her breasts pushed into his chest, her responsive nipples begging for attention. It had been so long since she’d lost herself in Draco and her dreams never let her forget.

“Bed,” he grunted after dragging his mouth from hers. He took her hand and pulled her to the still made bed where he resumed their searing kiss. His hands began unbuttoning her shirt and after a moment, he felt her hands on his belt buckle.

Oh, Merlin, I’ve missed this, Draco thought. Head back, he relished her deft hands undressing him. Her fingers ever-so-lightly stroked his sensitive length as she helped get him out of his slacks while her mouth pressed hot kisses to his chest. He reached behind her and unhooked her simple, white bra. Hermione let it fall to the floor.

“Take your jeans off,” Draco growled. He was ready to remind her just why they were so combustible together.

Sitting on the bed so he could watch her undress, Draco stared unabashedly at her high, round tits and the triangle of curls covering her core.

“What is it?” she asked, noticing his entranced gaze.

“Fuck, Hermione. You’re so bloody beautiful.”

She straddled him, looking at his hungry expression.

“In some of my…sexual…dreams about you, I’d come so hard I’d wake up orgasming,” she confessed. He groaned at her words.

He could feel his cock barely hitting her wetness as he pinched her nipples the way he knew she liked. She moaned at the slightly rough way he played with her.

Not able to wait another minute, Draco pushed Hermione onto the bed and nudged her legs apart. Her pussy was wet and pink and he leaned down and licked her.

“Merlin, Draco!” she gasped, her hips thrusting up.

On another day, when he wasn’t so desperate for her body to surround him, he would lick at her cunt until she came around his tongue. But on this day, a day he had been fantasizing about for over a year, he planned on shagging her into the mattress.

He positioned himself between her smooth thighs, the head of his wide cock glistening, and pushed into her tight sheath. Her nails bit into his back as she adjusted to him once again.

He slid his cock out and plunged back into her again and again. Her hips bucked into his as they kissed each other wildly. When he reached between them and rubbed her clit, Hermione tore her mouth away from Draco to let out a keening scream.

“Yes, Draco, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”

As soon as he began to feel her body rippling around his cock, he let himself go. Hermione wrapped herself around him as he pounded into her. He gave a hoarse shout as semen spurted into her for what felt like minutes. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, breathing into her ear. Her hands stroked his back as his body recovered.

With regret, he pulled out of her welcoming body and rolled next to her. His arms hauled her toward him so she could rest her head on his chest. All those months ago, when she had been so free with her body and so damn loving to him, he had taken it for granted. He had chastised her and used her. He wished he had known what he would be missing without her.

“Do you have to get back to your parents’ house?” he asked.

“No, I told them I was staying at the flat tonight,” she murmured.

“Good.”

She kissed his chest as she nuzzled into him. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ve missed you for months, Granger. I’m done with this.”

He felt her body stiffen and realized how his words had been misconstrued.

“Look at me, Hermione,” he quietly urged her. She shook her head.

“Granger, will you please let me say something to you?”

She finally gave him a wary look.

“I’m done with missing you all the fucking time. I want you to let me court you.”

The warring emotions on her face told him how conflicted she was about his words.

“What?”

Draco gave an irritated sigh. “I want a bloody do-over. Let me try to win you like I should have done to begin with.”

“You want to court me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I don’t really understand, but I want to talk to you when I don’t feel so tired. Will you stay?”

Draco saw the disbelief on her face and her body language had quickly become awkward, even in the small bed they were sharing. He folded his arms around her, until her body relaxed.

“I’ll stay.”

Draco woke when dawn began to gently light Hermione’s little flat. He wanted to get them breakfast before she woke, but he didn’t want her to think he had abandoned her. He found paper and a pen and left her a note letting her know he’d be back shortly.

He walked to a bakery a block from her apartment and bought pastries and coffee for them. When he got back to the flat, he could hear Hermione showering.

Taking a drink of the strong coffee, Draco began rehashing what had occurred the night before. He couldn’t believe they’d slept together. When he had been using sex to try to forget Hermione, he would feel angry at himself after each encounter. He had known what it was like to be with someone who cared for him and so the meaningless fucking he had engaged in only highlighted how shallow his life was.

Hermione was the opposite of shallow in every way. That didn’t mean she wasn’t fun, passionate or interesting, but she was sincere in her undertakings. Since they had become friends during seventh year, Draco’s superficial existence had undergone a transformation. He was still volatile, moody and jealous, but now he (sometimes) looked beyond blood status or wealth as a means of understanding others. It had come as a surprise for him to learn that Theo and his parents had more depth than he had expected. Draco hadn’t thought his parents, particularly his father, would put his feelings about a Muggle-born above blood status. He had expected his parents to punish him for even considering Hermione Granger.

Steamy air wafted out of the bathroom as Hermione came out, rosy cheeked and dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She gave Draco a shy smile.

“Good morning,” she said, joining him at the little table.

“Hey,” he said, smiling at her. He handed her a cup of creamy, sweet coffee.

They sipped their brew in silence for a few moments.

Hermione nervously fidgeted with the lid of her cup. Finally, she met Draco’s eyes.

“I’m ready to talk.”
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