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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: A million thanks to my beta mamacita.
Hermione fumed as she washed her hands. She couldn't help feeling embarrassed and angry—embarrassed because Draco probably thought she didn't want him to kiss her, and angry at herself for wanting him to. Now that she was out of the portrait she felt dirty. She eyed Draco's toothbrush longingly. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Picking up the slack of her dress, she went to the bedroom. He was sitting on his bed with a panicked look.

"Draco?"

He looked her and smiled nervously. "Uh, are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"I would love something to eat, but I really want a shower more."

"Of course you do," he murmured.

Both were silent for a moment, sneaking glances at each other. She turned her back to him. "Would you mind unbuttoning me?"

Draco didn't say anything but came up behind her and, pushing her hair over her shoulder, started to release the buttons from their loops. His pace was neither slow nor hurried. Her whole body was hyperaware of him: the feel of his fingers pulling the fabric together followed by the release of the button, the sensation of his fingertips moving down to the next one. Hermione didn't bother to hold the dress in place when it started to slip. She had a chemise and corset on underneath and Draco was just going to have to undo those too. She heard his breath catch when she shimmied to get the dress to drop from her hips to the floor.

She turned her head to look at him, taking in his flushed appearance. "Could you untie me too?" Again he didn't say anything, just brought his hands up and started to loosen the laces. She tried not to be too smug about the reaction she was getting, but Hermione had never felt such sexual power as she did at that moment. She, Hermione Granger, was unnerving Draco Malfoy.

"Thank you," she told him when he was finished. She held the corset in place, her back still turned to him. The chemise material was fairly light and she didn't doubt that, should she turn around and drop the corset, she wouldn't be leaving much to the imagination.

"Can I borrow your wand? I want to make a duplicate of your toothbrush."

"Sure," he said, handing her his wand.

Hermione knew she had him rattled when he didn't even argue about giving her his wand. She smiled her thanks over her shoulder and darted into the bathroom, anxious to shower. She couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of magic that coursed through her when she conjured a toothbrush. She was happily cleaning her teeth when Draco knocked on the door. She told him to hold on a second, finished brushing, and then opened the door, making sure to keep herself hidden.

"I brought you some of my clothes to wear. You'll have to shrink the trousers, of course, but...yeah." He thrust the clothes at her. "I'm going to go make you something to eat."

"I appreciate the clothes. Thanks." He nodded and left.

Oh, how she relished the feeling of warm water cascading down her body. She stood still for several minutes before she went to investigate what toiletries Draco owned. She sniffed his shampoo before lathering up. She picked up his bar of soap and debated what she should do. Sharing a bar of soap was a very intimate thing, in her book. She'd noticed the flannel, so she knew he didn't use the bar directly on his body, but still. She finally decided she didn't care. Sliding the bar across her chest and down her legs, she took in the scent that was Draco. It was very masculine, appealing in a way that was subtle.

Once she was out of the shower she quickly dried off; spelled her hair dry too and put on the clothes that Draco had given her. She didn't have undergarments, so she did her best to Transfigure a pair of knickers from her chemise. She had to spell the trousers shorter and a little wider in the waist. Draco had a lean frame. Opening the door, she went to find him.

Draco stared numbly down at the bread he was slicing. He had almost kissed her and she would have let him, had her body not chosen that moment to come out of stasis. He buttered the bread and placed it on a sheet, then put it under the broiler. He heard Hermione come into the kitchen and turned to find her leaning against the counter.

"Go ahead and sit down. The food will be ready in a minute."

She looked at him and then sat down at the table. He felt her eyes on him as he moved around in the kitchen. "When did you learn to cook?"

"When I lived in New York. My assistant was disgusted with my lack of self-sufficiency and signed me up for classes."

Hermione was curious to hear about his life since the war. It had obviously changed him for the better. "What did you do in New York? Did you like it? Why did you move back?"

Placing a plate of food and a glass of water in front of her, he arched a brow. "What's with the Spanish Inquisition?"

She flushed. Trying to make light of her onslaught, she casually remarked, "Oh, you like Monty Python?"

Instead of answering her, he told her of his life in New York as she ate. He watched as she took dainty bites—whether that was because he was watching her or because that was how she normally ate, he didn't know. She laughed when he told her about the first time he'd tried to do laundry. Draco liked making her laugh. Hermione didn't hide her emotions, and watching her face as he told her stories was priceless.

When it came time for bed, Hermione found herself in an awkward position. "Go ahead and take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch," he offered.

"No, I can't," she protested. Knowing that Draco was going to insist further, she grabbed the bull by the horns. If you want something, Hermione, you can't be afraid to put yourself out there. All the reasons why she shouldn't do what she was thinking of doing were running through her mind, and only one reason why she should: because she wanted to.

"Draco, the bed is big enough for both of us—let's just go to sleep." She didn't wait for him to respond but slipped into the bed, on the left because he slept on the right, and turned onto her side. She didn't want to see whether he sneered in disgust or not. Her heart slammed in her chest when she felt the mattress dip behind her.

To say that Draco was stunned at Hermione's compromise would be like saying Snape didn't posses bat like qualities. He smiled. Maybe getting Granger where I want her won't be so hard after all. For someone who hated sharing his bed, Draco fell asleep rather quickly.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny agreed upon a plan, and when the next day arrived they were ready to put it into action. Harry and Ron showed up for work at eight o'clock sharp and waved off Keller's concern. After the morning meeting the two adjourned to Harry's office.

"I made an excuse about needing to know Keller's schedule today," Harry said as he handed Ron a parchment.

"Okay, Ron, you ready?"

When Ron nodded, Harry cast a Disillusionment charm on him. "I'll tell Keller you weren't ready and went home. You have your Portkey. All right, mate, be careful."

Ron sneaked into Keller's office and sat down, ready for the long haul. For most of the morning Keller answered memos, sent owls, and checked on his subordinates' progress. Ron was bored out of his skull. When the time drew closer to noon he noticed a change in Keller's demeanor. When he prepared to leave, Ron scrambled to get up, almost giving away his presence.

He had to jog to keep up with Keller, who seemed to be going to great lengths to avoid being followed. When he entered Muggle London, Ron got excited. Maybe he was going to visit the missing witches or an associate. Where they ended up, however, was not what he expected—a hotel. He followed Keller up to a room and waited outside to see who came to meet him. Once he knew, Ron Disapparated back to the Ministry.

Bursting into Harry's office, he bent over and tried to catch his breath. "Harry you're never going to believe who I saw Keller meeting with—at a hotel!"
Pansy rushed to catch the elevator. "Can you please hold the elevator?" she called. When the wizard seemed to be trying to close the doors instead of holding them open, she glared. I don't think so! Taking out her wand, she froze the doors. She got into the lift and turned to the man, about to give him a piece of her mind.

"Blaise!"

Blaise quietly cursed under his breath. He did his best to school his features to hide his annoyance. "Ah, Pansy. Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was busy going over tasks I need to get done."

Pansy knew Blaise had heard her but she didn't want to get into a row with him. "How are you? I'm sure you're quite busy being secretary to the Minister."

When Blaise started pontificating she tuned him out. You idiot! Why did you have to bring up his job? She finally couldn't take any more and cut him off.

"Draco is back from the States, did you know? Greg and I had dinner at his place a week or so ago."

Blaise tried hard not to sneer. "Oh, so the great Malfoy heir has returned," he said, not quite hiding his scorn.

Pansy sighed. "What is with you? Look, what happened is the in the past. Can't you get over it and patch it up with Draco? He and Greg have made up. I think he might like to hear from you. He's pretty much isolated himself in his flat, with only a portrait of Granger to keep him company."

This time Blaise couldn't keep the sneer off his face. "Forget it, Pansy! I don't need Draco. I'm a very important—wait, what?"

Pansy laughed. She knew that would get his attention. "When we went over there for dinner Draco had just bought this painting. The woman in it looked like Granger. Draco didn't want to believe it. He doesn't answer any of his mother's owls. Astoria did say that she'd had lunch with him, but he mostly just stays in."

When the elevator doors opened Blaise quickly took off, not even bothering to say goodbye. Pansy huffed and stomped off to the Floos. She almost knocked over Ginny Weasley in her anger. She tried to apologize, but Ginny just brushed off her apology with a "Forget about it" before darting off into the crowd.
Hermione couldn't sleep. She tried not to shift around too much, lest she wake Draco up, but her body was buzzing with pent-up energy. She thought about getting up and going to watch TV, but it would be pointless. Next to her Draco shifted in his sleep. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him. She used to watch Ron in his sleep, finding it cute how he sprawled out, his soft snores usually lulling her to sleep. Draco did neither of those things. She wanted to touch him but was afraid to, not knowing whether or not he was a light sleeper.

Her hand ghosted over his hair, and when he didn't respond she reached out again. As she traced his lips with her fingertips she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by them. Then her hand moved down over the point of his chin, the column of his neck, past his collarbone to his torso, and came to rest over his racing heart. Her head shot up. His eyes were open and staring at her. She froze.

"Come here."

Hermione inched forward. Draco, growing impatient, rose up on his elbow to meet her halfway. As soon as his lips hit hers, Hermione snapped. She grabbed Draco's face and moved her lips over his. She needed this. One of his hands moved to cup the back of her head, causing them to fall back. Hermione shifted, throwing her leg over his hip, she pressed her body into his. When Draco opened his mouth to say something, Hermione seized the moment and caressed his tongue with hers. When they pulled apart, both panting heavily, awkwardness started to set in. Hermione rolled back onto her side of the bed, trying to calm her breathing. When drowsiness stole upon her she drifted.
A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this chapter but oh well.

Kazfeist: You've stayed with this story since the early chapters and I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate all your comments.

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