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A Match Made In Convenience	By : ErisNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Here's the next installment, Chapter 16: Thunder Thunder In The Night

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  Hermione had failed to mention to her chivalrous roommate that just being near someone during a thunderstorm helped her tremendously. Granted she still flinched every time it thundered, but that was more or less an involuntary action on her part.

  Hermione was, if not anything else, a logical woman. She knew her fear of thunder and lightning was completely irrational. But just as long as she could repeat her mantra and be near someone that made her feel safe; Hermione could keep herself calm enough to try and sleep through the night.

  In hindsight getting struck by lightning had been the most painful experiences of her life, but it had jump started her magical core and that was something she was eternally grateful for.

  Not to mention, it made her feel devilishly naughty to take advantage of this once in a lifetime situation.

  Malfoy was trying his best to cater to her needs; he was being the model of a perfect gentleman. He shifted every so often in order to hide his erection and the fact that Hermione had been able to inspire such a reaction from him, made her feel incredibly sexy.

  Turns out Malfoy hadn’t been in the midst of wooing another woman as she had earlier suspected and that alone put her in a playful mood. They had been dancing around each other all week and for once in her life she wanted to do something completely un-Hermione like.

  She wanted to seduce him.

  Malfoy sucked in a breath when she pressed herself into the incredibly hard length that was nestled against her bum; and just for the briefest of moments his hand gripped her hip before quickly letting go.

  He attempted to slowly move his arousal away from her but she rocked her hips slightly, following him as he went. “Fuck” she heard him whisper to himself as his body tensed up behind her. Malfoy lifted the arm that had been curved around her waist and shifted about an inch back.

  Hermione opted to see what he would do instead of moving with him. She wondered if he would touch himself; maybe try and relieve the ache at least. Just the thought of being next to him for that made her damp between the knees.

  Draco couldn’t handle it. Granger had to be stopped. It was bad enough that she hadn’t worn any underwear. All he could think about was lifting her leg and pressing his thick pulsing length deep inside.

  It had been at least a couple hours of this now. The storm still raged on and Granger was keeping herself flush against him as though her life depended on it. It was the worst kind of torture. Draco would have even argued that it was worse than the Cruciatus curse.

  He lied still for a moment to make sure she was asleep before slowly lifting his arm and slightly rolling on his side. Without even thinking it through, he pulled his engorged member from the hole in his briefs and wrapped a fist around it.

  The answering pleasure was immediate; Draco bit back a groan and squeezed just a bit harder.

  A few quick pumps of his hand and he’d be on his way. He could easily clean up the mess and Granger would be none the wiser.

  Draco considered it for a moment longer, holding his dick so tight in his grip he could just thrust his hips and achieve the same blissful result. But he just couldn’t.

  Somehow the thought of wanking next to the sleeping Granger was just wrong. He had opted to comfort her this night, and he needed to focus on making sure she felt safe.

  Draco loosened the iron clad hold he had on his own shaft and shoved it back into his briefs before readjusting himself. “Fuck.”

  Hermione heard him curse again, but Malfoy turned back to her a second later and his arm returned to its original position.

  5 minutes later, when she deemed it was safe to resume teasing him, she was amused to find that he had just adjusted himself. From the feel of it, the head of his erection had to have been sticking out of the top of his briefs.

  Hermione had the visual of climbing between his legs and sucking it into her mouth. She had never done it before, but she remembered from her school days how Lavender used to say it drove the boys wild.

  Ron had even asked her, more like begged her, to do it on multiple occasions. Of course she had found it easy to deny him at the time, but she was feeling an entirely different way now that Malfoy was involved.

  Hermione wondered what that truly said about her for a moment. How was it even possible that she had gotten herself into this predicament in the first place? Her brain began a whirlwind of thoughts that led every which way, but Hermione forced herself to focus on the here and now.

  Truth was she couldn't explain why she had a sudden acute desire to suck on the head of Malfoy’s cock but the need was pressing down upon her, daring her to give it a try.

  Hermione felt herself blush; she had never used the word cock in her entire life, not even in jest. So thinking it, especially in relation to what she wanted to do to Malfoy was blowing her mind. When had she changed? When had she turned into this saucy little vixen that was even capable of this damn near tangible desire?

  Thunder rang out and she felt herself flinch but she wasn’t too afraid. Not when she had teasing Draco Malfoy on her mind.

  Hermione giggled at the thought but clasped a quick hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. No matter how bold she was feeling, she didn’t want him to necessarily know she had been doing it all on purpose.

  She felt the bed dip as he shifted behind her. Hermione forced herself to have a straight face but knew that she had been caught.

  “You little…” Malfoy sounded as though he couldn’t believe that she had dared to tease him at a time like this. Suddenly he flipped her over on her back and covered her body with his own.

  “So am I to assume that you’re feeling better Granger? I know you weren’t faking it earlier. Or could it be that you find me irresistible even in the worst of times?”

  She loved how her entire body seemed to be engulfed in heat. He blanketed her completely and the feeling of his skin against hers caused her to sigh comfortably. She knew she should have answered his question, but she was content to let him come to his own conclusions.

  Hermione was feeling rather bold in that moment and was ready for his best attempts to “punish” her.

  Draco looked down into her large brown eyes and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Granger seemed to be giving into him completely.

  She was a smart woman, arguably the brightest; so there was no way she didn’t know what he wanted to do to her. Not when he had his fully erected cock pressed into the crook of her thighs.

  Draco leaned down and placed a quick chaste kiss against her lips to test her resolve. Pulling back just as quick, he looked for a change in her expression. But Granger just quirked a brow and her lovely pink lips curved up into a small shy smile.

  Draco felt his heart thud in his chest and knew he was a goner. She was absolutely perfect. Granger had done her best to turn him on, but now that she had his full attention she obviously didn’t know how to carry on.

  It had to be the sexiest and dare he say adorable, seduction plan he had ever been privy to. Granger clearly hadn’t thought out what she would do once all her teasing worked, but Draco was more than ok with that, he knew just exactly what he wanted to do to her.

  Malfoy brought his lips down to hers, but instead of the passionate frantic assault Hermione had grown accustomed to, he kissed her softly. Warm open mouth kisses pressed to her lips, cheeks, chin and neck.

  His hand brushed up her body and he tangled his fingers into her long chocolate colored tresses before reclaiming her mouth with another long, drugging kiss.

  Malfoy rocked his hips into hers, but spent his time delving deeper and deeper into her mouth to the point where his fervor was almost bittersweet. He was being incredibly gentle with her and Hermione would have never expected that from him.

  He released her mouth reluctantly, sucking her bottom lip as he went; but tugged on the hair he had wound through his fingers just so, that Hermione tilted her head up, exposing her neck.

  Malfoy placed a small kiss at the base her jaw before biting the skin underneath none to gently, eliciting a shocked moan from her.

  He continued like this for moments more, placing rough bites along the column of her neck and shoulder, then leaving soothing kisses in each spot after.

  Hermione felt every little nip shoot liquid heat straight to her core. She squeezed her thighs together and rolled her hips under his, silently urging him on for more.

  Malfoy used his free hand to take hold of one of her own and kissed the center of her palm, before taking the other and doing the same. Slipping his fingers from her hair, he brought them down to her waist and held her still. “I won’t last if you keep that up Granger. You’ve teased me enough for tonight, don’t you think?” And then he smiled at her as though being with her in that moment made him the happiest he had ever been.

  Hermione watched him through half lidded eyes, wanting to say something beautiful to the gorgeous man paying homage to her body as though he worshipped her, but she was at a loss for words.

  It made her realize all at once that if she allowed him to keep going; he was bound to do more. That if she kept accepting his gentle kisses and lingering caresses, he would end up between her thighs, inside of her, before the night was through.

  Hermione had been raised to wait for marriage before she even contemplated giving away her virginity but she didn’t really know when her feelings on the matter had changed. Just last week she had been solid in her resolve to wait however long it took for her to meet and marry someone acceptable; but there she was, under Draco Malfoy actually contemplating rewarding him with her greatest gift.

  Hermione couldn’t identify what made her feel like he deserved it. She wished she could tell herself that it was a spur of the moment thing, cause by his deep drugging kisses. But Hermione couldn’t hide the fact that she had been feeling this particular way for a while now. He would make the experience of her first time perfect.

  Hermione was a bit reluctant to admit it to herself, but Malfoy was the kind of man she could love given the chance. They didn’t know much about each other, but they just clicked in a way that Hermione had never experienced with another living soul. He challenged her, made her want to do more with her life and she could have loved him better than any of those pureblood witches who were eventually going to get the chance.

  Suddenly Hermione felt choked up and foolish.

  She really needed to stop having thoughts like those. They were ridiculous and incredibly unrealistic. She just needed to enjoy herself while she was the center of his attention and not think such impossible thoughts.

  Hermione reached up and brought her arms around his neck, winding her fingers in his soft blonde hair.

  Malfoy kissed her collar bone sensually before dragging the thin straps of her chemise down her shoulders with his teeth. Once they were far enough, he nuzzled his face right in the valley her breasts, before licking a slow path between them to the rest of the cotton covering her waiting flesh.

  Looking up and holding her gaze, Malfoy sucked a nipple into his mouth through the thin material until it clung to her skin. The sensation caused her hips to buckle and Malfoy groaned in response. He released the stiff peak with a small ‘pop’ of his lips before turning his attention on its twin.

  He suckled and teased the swollen nipples with his tongue until they were too tender to touch and just when Hermione thought that she couldn’t handle anymore; Malfoy reached up and pulled the chemise down until her breast came spilling out.

  There was a moment where he paused and just took in the sight of her, his eyes dilating to the point where the black almost over took the silver.

  He leaned back down toward her chest and racked his teeth across the first nipple he had touched. “Draco!” she cried out in a sharp breath, gripping his hair within her fingers.

  It was as though a dam had broken. All his gentle intentions and soft ministrations bursting under the pressure of his pent up lust. Malfoy growled and pulled away from her slightly.

  Grasping the top of her barely there nightie in both hands, he tore the material halfway down the middle, exposing the majority of her all at once.

  Draco was enthralled. He never wanted to stop caressing her; Hermione Granger was the most sensitive woman he had ever touched. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her stomach and watched as she shivered in anticipation. He squeezed her thighs and brushed the pad of his thumb across her rosy peaks and her hips arched.

  Leaning down, he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, claiming her mouth as his. If anything he wanted her to know that she set his soul alight, that she drove him mad with the desire to bring her pleasure.

  He cupped her breasts in his hands and used his fingers to massage their way up the heavy mounds, bringing sensation right up to the peaks as he went. Granger moaned as he tugged on her rose nipples and her knees fell apart.

  Draco broke away from her mouth to blow softly on the twin peaks before kissing his way down her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her navel before biting the fleshy underside of her breast.

  Granger’s breaths came out in urgent little gasps as she dropped her hands to his shoulders.

  Draco rained a trail of kisses down to her left hip before rising and admiring the view. Her cheeks were flushed red and her hair was fanned out against his pillows. The chemise lay in shreds just barely covering the space between her legs. There were red bite marks adorning her ivory skin and the sight of them made Draco grin with satisfaction.

  He brought his hands on either sides of her waist and squeezed before slowly pushing the material of her nightie up past her hips.

  Draco groaned in appreciation when he uncovered a completely bare vulva. Usually the women he bedded had their hair neatly trimmed or cut into some sort of design, but they were never bare. He wondered for a moment if it was a muggle thing but couldn’t remember a single one of his muggles being that way either.

  Draco shifted above her to ease some of the pressure below his waist. This was a first that he could fully appreciate. The fact that Granger was smooth down there made his cock rock hard and he couldn’t wait to taste her.

  “No knickers Granger? Maybe you wanted this all along.” Hermione felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He fixed her with his trademark smirk before parting her legs and exposing her to his view. Normally she would have been self-conscious but the way Malfoy was looking at her made her feel transcendent.

  He slipped his fingers into her warmth and rubbed the sticky wetness against her outer lips before brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves. Hermione cried out at the electric pleasure his fingers wrought and shamelessly shifted closer.

  Malfoy massaged slow circles against the base of her clit, working his way lower and lower until his fingers rested at the very heart of her. He continued this way for many moments more. Stroking and teasing his way around her engorged little nubbin, causing her to ache deep inside.

  It was all making Hermione delirious, bringing her to the edge of paradise and threatening to push her over. She reached out for him, her fingers grasping at air before falling back down to the mattress as he kneaded her clit.

  Her reactions were restrained and timid, but Draco could feel how badly she wanted it. He could smell how sweet her arousal was.

  Granger ground her hips downward against his fingers looking for that sweet spot. “Let go” he whispered meeting her lips in a kiss. She moaned in his mouth and swept her tongue shyly against his. He stroked it boldly, as he brushed his fingers against the slick wet center of her.

  He felt her body quake as the pressure build inside and he bid her once again to let it go. Draco wanted to watch her come apart in his arms.

  She pushed against his hand suddenly and he looked up to her face. The expression was glorious, he watched as her body tensed up, just ready to go over the edge and then realization dawned. She didn’t know how.

  Draco ran his finger down from her clit and pressed it against her damp slit. He pushed deeper, slowly rubbing just the shallow entryway to her hot depths. Draco felt her stiffen at the contact momentarily but shudder a second later as her body sucked at the penetrating finger. His suspicions arose at her reaction, could she have been…

  No. Draco told himself quickly, pushing that unnerving thought away. Granger had dated Weasley for the past 4 years. There was no way she had lasted that long and kept her virginity intact.

  Plus Draco was almost certain that Granger wouldn’t want him to be her first.

  The thought briefly discouraged him; reminding him of how he was grasping at straws, trying to win her affection.

  Draco dismissed the feeling and concentrated on the beautiful witch writhing on his bed. Even if he ultimately failed and never got a chance to claim her as his, she was there; right there in that moment with him and his name was the only one she was calling.

  Malfoy leaned up and captured her mouth in another tantalizing kiss and for the briefest of moments; Hermione wished that she had never been kissed by him in the first place.

  But then I wouldn’t have known the difference. She reasoned in defense of her temporary passionate blonde lover. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth before swirling against her own as his finger repeatedly slid in to the first knuckle and then back out.

  This was turning out to be the most amazing experience of her adult life. But if she had never allowed him to kiss her, she wouldn’t have been afraid of the possibility of that no other man would ever be able to compare. I’m already too far gone she mused as she clutched at his back, scoring the skin with her fingernails.

  Malfoy was hot and persistent as he ground his fingers a tiny bit deeper into her center. She couldn’t imagine telling him that it was enough for the night. The way he was sucking her mouth made it seem as though it would never be enough.

  Thunder rang out causing her to jump and he smiled against her lips, “if you can still think about the storm, it must not be good enough Granger.” Malfoy pulled his fingers from her completely before sucking them into his mouth. Hermione could only watch in stunned silence as he pressed his fingers back inside her again and again before systematically licking them clean.

  He’s got to be the most erotic man alive.

  Malfoy lowered himself down her body and cupped her hips in his hands. When she didn’t respond, he bit the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh causing a feeling akin to being both pleasured and tickled at the same time.

  “You’re only allowed to think of me Granger” he commanded as he kissed the top of her fleshy mound. “Not the thunder, not the lightning, only me” his breaths wafted against her dampness causing her to draw a harsh uneven lungful of air.

  He looked up suddenly and gray clashed with brown. Malfoy seemed to be trying to convey that he had meant every single word.

  “You are only allowed to want me.” He finished possessively, running his tongue along her nether lips, alternating between light and hard strokes.

  Hermione’s breath caught in her throat, surely Malfoy couldn’t be seriously considering… He parted her with his tongue and sucked her sensitive little bud deep into his mouth.

  Hermione’s body bowed as pleasure so severe, her thighs clamped shut, rocked her core. She tried to move away from him but he held her tight against his mouth as though starving.

  His tongue sent shock waves of salacious heat racing through her system, causing spots to appear in her eyes as her nipples tightened and her stomach clenched. Her hips rolled of their own accord with the motion of his tongue as he nipped and circled the sensitive little cleft.

  Malfoy lapped at her enthusiastically, pulling her hips even closer, before he broke away and bit the tender skin between her thigh and hip.

  He kissed the spot before turning his attention back to clit and flicking it repeatedly with tongue; every single little touch tearing at her concentration.

  Hermione could barely breathe and her heart was pounding furiously in her chest. It was all too much. She wouldn’t survive this carnal assault if he didn’t stop.

  She gripped his hair tight and tried her best to pull him away, but soon fell back against the pillows as pleasure made her arms weak.

  Draco was on the edge of release and the feeling was only mounting higher and higher as he lapped up the slippery wetness between Grangers thighs. She tasted like tangy warm honey and he couldn’t get enough.

  Shifting his hands so that they molded to the inside of her thighs, Draco spread her legs wide and pressed a kiss to the warm moist center of her. Her scent was intoxicating and made him only want to taste more. She spasmed under the deft strokes of his tongue and clutched at his shoulders when it eased inside.

  Draco could feel her body begin to quiver in response and he rubbed his tongue against her even harder, burying his face deep.

  The impossible pleasure built to the point of being so good it was almost painful. Malfoy’s tongue brushed against her engorged nub roughly before it slipped back down and shot inside. Hermione’s body trembled under the strain and suddenly she was pulling him closer to her, pressing her face against his tongue. “Please. Yes. More!”

  She was beyond all reason, crying out meaningless commands and having the most obscene thoughts of her life. Oh Merlin. He’s fucking me with his tongue.

  Malfoy squeezed her hips and nuzzled her clit with his nose. “Cum for me Granger” he ground out, running his tongue from her weeping slit to her sensitive nub as if to accentuate his command. His words vibrated against her delicate skin, shooting delicious heat straight to the very heart of her.

  It was all just too much. She felt something break inside her and tremors began. Slow and steady at first until they built and built, making her gasp out. Malfoy held her thrashing hips tighter still and continued to suckle at her clit making the feeling all the more intense.

  Hermione came with a soul shattering intensity; tears coming to her eyes as she screamed out his name for the second time that night. She felt an explosion of intolerable pleasure, rocket through her core. Forcing her body into a fit of uncontrollable undulations and ultimately wiping her mind blank.

            Draco looked up to find that Granger had gone promptly to sleep. He grinned and kissed the inside of her thigh before rising on his forearms and lying on his back next to her.

            Despite his earlier refusal to get himself off while she slept, Draco was beyond the ability to stop himself. Pulling his length out from his briefs, Draco brought his hand up to his engorged flesh and wrapped a fist around it.

            He squeezed for a moment, just enjoying the shock waves of pleasure that made his balls ache with anticipation before beginning a slow steady rhythm. He stroked his way up and down, furiously increasing the pace until he felt sweet euphoria set it.

  He closed his eyes and could picture exactly how Granger had looked when she orgasmed. "So fucking sexy..." he groaned, thrusting up harshly, that image alone was enough.

  Draco came with a shout, his warm seed drenching his hand and thighs as he rode the pulsating waves of pleasure. He clutched the mattress until his fingers ached and expelled a shaky breath as he lay there chest heaving in the aftermath.

  He glanced over to the still sleeping Granger and loved the way she looked. Her chemise was pushed up past her hips and her thighs were still spread apart, just as he had left her. But she had a peaceful look on her face and was sleeping through the raging of the storm. It was without a doubt the most beautiful expressions he had ever seen on a woman.

  Draco marveled at what had happened between him and Granger. He felt completely satisfied and they hadn’t even had sex. It was another of the many firsts for him that night.

  Cleaning up the mess he made with a wave of his hand, Draco turned to the beautiful brunette and repaired her chemise. He pulled the blankets up past her shoulders before taking her in his arms.

  He laid there for a long while afterward, watching her as she slept, unable to believe what had just happened. This had been by far the best night of his life.

  Pulling her even closer and taking her hand in his, Draco kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes. “Goodnight, Hermione.”

  Hermione awoke to the calming sounds of the steady rain and Malfoy’s deep breathing. His chest was rising and falling in tune with her own and she was the most comfortable she could ever remember being in the arms of a man.

  All at once, Hermione realized that she must’ve fallen asleep after her mind blowing orgasm and felt herself blush. She had left Malfoy to take care of his not so little problem by himself, after he had given her the most intense pleasure of her life with just his tongue.

  Hermione smiled happily at the memory and reached a hand up to feel that he had fixed her nightie. Malfoy’s treatment of her was just too surreal. She spent long moments thinking about how wonderful he had been to her that night when she realized that the worst part of the storm must’ve passed.

  Where she usually woke up in cold sweats during the night and waited in a panic to hear if there was any thunder, Hermione had been up for at least 5 minutes and hadn’t thought of it once.

  She turned her face and studied her slumbering roommate. He looked so incredibly peaceful, it was a wonder he only reserved that face for the night. Hermione would have liked to see him look just as content and careless as he did now, always.

  Turning completely in his embrace, she pressed a quick kiss to mouth and ran smoothing fingers through his hair.

  That night had been everything she had ever dreamed of and more. Malfoy had taken her to heights she hadn’t even known were possible.

  You are only allowed to want me.

  She shivered as she recalled just how incredibly possessive he had sounded in that moment. It had to have been the sexiest thing she’d ever had a man say to her.

  Hermione watched as her fingers dropped to his neck, then ran a smooth trail over his shoulders and down his side. I wish I could have told him the same.

  She closed her eyes at the admission and sighed. She had been back for two months yesterday and had only been living at Grimmauld for little over a month.

  The course she had set for the last 3 years and all the plans she had for her return had been hopelessly deviated from and she would never be able to be resumed them.

  Somehow she had managed to break herself away from the man she thought she would marry and ended in the bed of her old school enemy. Hermione couldn’t even recall when her preferences had shifted.

  She felt the best she ever had as of late and it had all began when she had seen Draco Malfoy again.

  Hermione felt the words she wanted to admit to herself in the pit of her stomach. She felt them rise up like bile, making her simultaneously sick but unable to hold them back.

  How could this have happened? How could I possibly…

  Hermione stopped herself from going any further. She could not and would not do this to herself. She was being a foolish little wretch in the aftermath of an incredible evening with the Slytherin sex god himself.

  He had women coming in and out of his life so often it was a wonder she had managed to get this night with him.

  To make matters worse, it was rare she saw the same one, twice. Malfoy had his pick of the majority eligible female population in the world. With millions of beautiful women vying for his affections, there was no way he would even be able to recall why he had been interested in her in the first place.

  She had teased him to a point of arousal. Malfoy had been trying to be a gentleman and she had practically thrown herself at him. Of course he wouldn’t have turned her down. But there was no way he would willingly choose to continue with her.

  She was Hermione Granger, the know-it-all bookworm that had been the bane of his existence until recently and even though they had been forming a friendship, she had all but destroyed it with her selfish desire to seduce him.

  Malfoy would have never paid her any attention otherwise.

  Hermione felt the damnable tears begin and hated that she had allowed herself to be so incredibly dim.

  Suddenly she was faced with the full gravity of her actions. She had just split from her longtime boyfriend and then went and did something like this. Hermione didn’t care about what Ron would’ve thought about it, she was more concerned with what Malfoy would think of her come the light of day.

  She had been incredibly easy and had acted just as bad, if not worse than all those other women he encountered regularly. She had reduced her worth from potential mate to common slag in the space of an evening.

  If only she had gotten to know him first before trying something like this.

  Hermione felt ashamed of herself. She had ruined her chances with him before she had even known she would want one.

  The tears began to roll down her cheeks. She withdrew her hand from his side and slowly rose from the bed. She couldn’t stand the thought of being there when he woke and having to face his quiet discomfort. He would undoubtedly politely ask her to leave and then go about his business as though the night had never happened.

  Malfoy wouldn’t mock or ridicule her, he would just move beyond the occurrence and be completely fine with living the same day to day life they had been for the past few weeks. It was just how he was. It was exactly how he treated every other woman he managed to get into his bed, and she hadn’t even slept with him, so she really would be nothing more than a waste of his time.

  Hermione wiped her face with shaky fingers but steeled her resolve. She had walked into all of this knowing that they would never be anything more than two ships passing in the night. They would share a small moment in which they acknowledge each other but ultimately keep on going in their different directions.

  Last night had been the night that they got to meet in the midst of the stormy sea, and that moment had been utterly and overwhelmingly beautiful. She would not cry for a future she never had, and she would not belittle herself.

  Hermione tucked her sleeping roommate under the blanket and backed away from the bed slowly. Her eyes took all of him in, darting around the room as if to imprint every single detail in her brain. She wanted to store this night away, a precious memory to last all of time.

  Glancing around the large expanse of Malfoy’s bedroom, Hermione noted two doors, a small black door and a much larger black one. Hermione opted for the large black door that looked similar to the one Malfoy had her pressed against nights before and left quickly, pulling the door closed as she went. Closing her eyes, she expelled a breath and pressed her head to the wood for a moment.

  Truth be told, she wished they had the kind of relationship where she could have stayed.

  Just leave Hermione! Shaking her head slightly as if to get a hold of herself, Hermione opened her eyes and spun on her heel just to come to a complete stop.

  She was in a room that looked like a direct replica of the Slytherin common. Everything was as she remembered it except there were bookcases lining the walls. Turning around she was stunned to find a large green door instead of a black one. Grasping the handle and pushing it open, she looked in to find that Malfoy was still sleeping on his bed and the other side of the door was black.

  Hermione closed the door as quickly and as quietly as she had before and turned back to the unexpected room that she had entered. On the left hand wall there was a large cabinet filled with more jewels and jewelry that she had ever seen in her life. It was squished in between two of the tallest book cases, one of which held a pensive mounted on the middle shelf.

  There was a fireplace on the wall to her right with a large dark oak desk nearby which held a spectacular throne like chair with dark green cushions settled behind.

  True to the Slytherin dungeons fashion there were no windows, the room was awash in the shadows cast from the light of the fire. She saw the holders for all the unlit torches that rested high on the walls but not a single one was lit.

  Hermione took a slow step forward but stopped, there was a familiar looking green door on the opposite wall about a good 60 feet away. Clenching a fist she walked through the room silently, barely unable to hear her own footfalls. Her eyes landed on various objects as she went; old tomes, weapons in glass cases, and tons and tons of potions littering the shelves.

  This room was clearly Malfoy’s study and as she traveled through it, Hermione realized that the color scheme for this room and the bedroom were similar to that of her own room.

  Without a second thought, Hermione pulled the handle for the green door and took a step out into what she expected to be Grimmauld. But when she ended up in the large room with the moon and stars a frown found her face.

  She heard a quiet slam behind her and turned to see that the green door had closed itself. Grasping the handle Hermione decided to return to the study and see if perhaps the smaller black door in Malfoy’s room led to the rest of Grimmauld somehow.

  She pulled the door open but was surprised to find herself staring at the familiar hallway that led to her room.

  For a moment, Hermione almost wanted to explore the magic behind Malfoy’s secret study but ultimately decided to leave well enough alone.

  More than anything she needed to just get some sleep and prepare for the moment when she would eventually have to face her own feelings.

  Draco woke up feeling the best he had in ages, his body was relaxed from head to toe and he had a clear active mind ready to take on the day.

  Considering the severity of the thunderstorms the previous night, he had taken off from work that Tuesday as a precaution. After all the madness Draco had to put up with the day before it was Blaise’s turn to deal with their clients.

  Draco stretched and rolled to his side. Perhaps he could prepare breakfast for Granger before she went to… His hands hit the cool black sheet and Draco opened his eyes to find that he was alone in his bed.

  Sitting up, he looked around for the beautiful witch he had all but made love to, but was greeted with the usual neat orderliness of his bedroom. It was almost as though she had never been there.

  Draco's good mood plummeted. Granger had run out on him in the middle of the night as though he were someone to be ashamed of. He recognized immediately that his feelings were hurt and swallowed back the anger he felt in response.

  Draco had been beside himself with the need to show her that he wanted her and that above all else it was more than just sex for him. Sure he called what he did with his usual women “making love” but he had never actually done that. Not until last night that was.

  Had Granger really been so mortified when she awoke that she had felt the need to get away from him as soon as she could?

  Just the thought of that more than likely reality made Draco feel morose. He wondered briefly if the hollow feeling in his chest was the way he had left countless women feeling in the past. He had never spent a full night with a woman, until Granger.

  The seeping melancholic feeling was clawing at him, suffocating him and making his usually uninvolved heart ache.

  Draco truly hoped more than anything that all the other women he had been with had never felt this way and if they had, he was sorry for it.

  The feeling of being so wholly and obviously rejected after sharing what he had thought been the best sexual experience of his life was crippling.

  Draco couldn’t even remember feeling so defeated.

  Sighing, he rose from the bed and headed toward the attached bathroom. Guess I’ll be going to work today after all.

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