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If Only	By : Blankk Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Hotels
- 2-Homewrecker
- 3-Decisions
- 4-Falling
- 5-Grins
- 6-Walls
- 7-Mind
- 2
- 3
- 4
Hermione unlocked the door to the bookstore and twisted her hair into a bun before walking in. Presently she was the only one who was fine with coming in on a statutory holiday. It meant that she could avoid any gatherings with her friends and family. It also meant that the amount of customers venturing in and out would diminish as the hours went by. It was almost like a day off…except she was at work. The only downside would be the fact that her mind would go into overdrive while she tried to keep herself busy. It was better than sitting around her flat with nothing to do but peruse the internet or watch some horrible reality show that killed her brain cells slowly. She hummed as she set the keys on the counter before turning the computer monitor on – the buzz of the machine was soothing. She sighed as she watched the loading screen pop up.
‘Are you avoiding me?’ Malfoy appeared beside the bookshelf advertising the newest arrivals.
Hermione choked on her gum and started coughing. ‘What the hell are you doing in here?’
‘Making you choke apparently,’ he replied with a small smirk on his mouth.
‘You don’t just appear out of thin air and frighten people like that,’ Hermione grumbled before clearing her throat and spitting her gum into the rubbish bin.
She avoided making eye contact and he watched her hands shake as she tapped on plastic buttons with letters on them. She was definitely avoiding him.
‘I thought I’d give you a nice surprise because you’re avoiding me.’
She frowned. ‘I’m not avoiding you.’
‘You won’t even look at me.’
Suddenly her eyes dark eyes connected with his and he could see the worry trying to hide beneath her stare. It was out of character. At this point he knew what was bothering her and he was going to be honest about it. Not that he was one to ever avoid honesty.
‘Are you happy now?’ her eyes shifted away from his swiftly and tried to refocus on the words she was typing.
‘I know you broke up with him.’
She was silent. The tapping paused for a moment before starting again.
‘You moved out.’
At this she scowled. ‘I never knew you were the stalking type, Malfoy.’
He scoffed. ‘Everyone knows, Granger. After the fit your beloved ginger had in the middle of Diagon Alley…’
Hermione froze. ‘That isn’t funny.’
‘Am I laughing? Am I even smiling? It’s the truth,’ he sneered.
Her eyes were shut and her fingers rose to rub her temples. She knew how idiotic Ron could be at times, especially when he was upset. What she didn’t know was that he was enough of an idiot to have a fit in broad daylight in a very public area. She didn’t need the entire world to know about her private life, but of course it would’ve been too much to ask for privacy. It was strange that she wasn’t being bombarded by messages from the media begging her to ditch her hermit status in order to be interviewed. It was even stranger that she hadn’t received any howlers from Ron’s admirers. Why couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut? The break up wasn’t as hard as she had expected. There seemed to be a mutual agreement that their relationship was falling apart and Hermione knew he wasn’t in love with her. He didn’t even have to say it. His demeanour changed when she’d started to gather all her things in the living room. He didn’t look at her as she packed her things. Didn’t say a word when she left. She stayed in a hotel that night and wrote a letter for Ginny to let her know that she’d finally left Ron. Ginny was her strongest advocate when it came to breaking up with Ron, of course she would want to know Hermione was single. Before she had gone to bed she was surprised to see an unknown brown spotted owl waiting by the windowsill. A strange sensation went through her when she recognised Ron’s handwriting. ‘I saw the mark on your neck. Stay away.’
‘Fucking Ron,’ she whispered. ‘Why is this happening to me? I did the right thing and it still manages to blow up in my goddamn face.’
‘Not exactly considering I have to deliver the news to you.’
‘Shut up, Malfoy. Just shut up,’ she responded harshly. ‘God.’
Malfoy watched her pace behind the wooden counter. Her hair was down now with her hands struggling to run through it in frustration. Her lips were moving hurriedly, she was whispering to herself so he couldn’t catch what she was saying. Considering Weasley’s high profile status within the public he would’ve expected Hermione to at least receive a couple of owls annoying the hell out of her. Why Weasley was still relevant was a mystery to him. He knew she didn’t bother reading the Daily Prophet anymore. She most definitely wasn’t reading Witch Weekly either. He could just see how mortified she would be if she read the articles from the past week. Both news outlets had profiled their relationship from beginning to end with ‘exclusive’ interviews from so called reliable sources.
She sighed deeply and leaned onto the counter propping her head in her hands. ‘Is it bad?’
‘It won’t last forever, Granger.’
‘That wasn’t what I asked you. I asked if it was bad.’
Malfoy was staring at her intensely now and it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. The way the light was hitting him made his pupils tiny as pins. It felt as though he was studying her. Maybe he was trying to determine whether or not she could handle the truth. Either way he was walking towards her and the only thing separating them was that stupid portion of wood.
‘To the general population, yes.’
That’s when he saw the tears collecting in her eyes.
‘Granger…Hermione. You’re free from that wanker. Why does it matter now when the end result is clearly what you wanted?’
Hermione didn’t even know why she was starting to cry. She didn’t care about those stupid articles anyway. She didn’t care if Ron was playing the role of the bitter ex perfectly. She knew that anyone worth a damn wouldn’t believe what the articles said about her. She wasn’t even sad. She was relieved that it was over with. She just wished she had ended the relationship before she found herself interested in someone else. She was a mess. Ron was even more of a mess for being a hypocrite.
‘This is pathetic,’ she managed to utter while wiping away the moisture on her face.
‘Quite.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘I didn’t ask you.’
‘Let me take you out,’ he said and reached out to push a curl behind her ear.
‘I’m at work if you haven’t noticed. Some of us do have to work to support ourselves you know.’
‘I run a business, Granger. I work. From what I recall you have a pretty hefty savings account as well.’
‘Yes, well-‘
‘You don’t even have to be here. I saw the other shops and most of them are closed.’
‘I don’t feel like going out,’ she retorted.
‘Fine, I’ll come over.’
Malfoy had only ever come to her old flat once. Ron was away on a trip for George’s bachelor party with Harry and several other friends for the weekend. She didn’t think there was a possibility that he would be coming home and she’d decided to take her chances even if there was a risk. Incidentally, that was when the feeling of guilt first started to creep up on her. She couldn’t brush it off and pretend she wasn’t fucking someone on the side. Not just someone – Draco Malfoy. A person that Ron still loathed years after school and the War had ended. And she had fucked him in their bed, in their house without a second thought about the consequences. By the end of his visit Hermione had been hard pressed not to have memories of Malfoy whenever she walked into the kitchen, the bathroom and the living room. Nothing was sacred.
‘I moved, remember?’ Hermione asked softly.
‘Which means…’
‘Which means you don’t know where I live?’
A small smile started to form on his lips. ‘And you really think that I can’t find out where you live?’
‘Since you’ve made it your goal to stalk me I’ll see you later tonight,’ she responded, crossing her arms. ‘Goodbye, Malfoy.’
‘I forgot how pleasant you were,’ he snorted making his way around the counter.
‘Hey! This is for employees only. You’ll get me fired, you idiot.’
‘If I can fuck you behind a bookshelf and you can manage not to get fired I’m confident you won’t be fired for this. Nice try, Granger.’
She could feel her cheeks getting splotched with pink. ‘Do you really have to be so crass?’
His hands held onto her waist and he lowered his head so their noses touched. ‘It’s what you like most about me.’
Before she could respond his lips were over hers. Fire felt like it was searing her skin and her heart was racing. She kissed him back enthusiastically and let her arms rest on his shoulders. His tongue wrapped around hers coaxing a moan from her and she pressed herself closer to him when his hands lowered to hold onto her ass. She knew he was kissing her with a purpose. There was a slow burn building in her lower stomach and the throbbing between her legs started. How long had it been since she’d seen him again? She could kiss him all day. She was beginning to overheat. Her face had to be entirely pink with swollen cherry red lips. Her thoughts stopped altogether. Malfoy broke the kiss and started suckling on her neck making her shiver.
‘Don’t you have a job to attend to, Granger?’ his voice rasped into her ear.
Hermione let go of him and tried to take a step back except he was restricting her movements. Her mouth was glistening and she bit her lip before taking a deep breath.
‘I’ll see you later on, Malfoy. Any time after 6.’
She looked up at him with questioning eyes when he still didn’t let go of her. His hands were stuck on her hips.
‘You can let go of me now…’
Malfoy shook his head and smirked. ‘No one’s here, you know. I could have you right here. Right now.’
Her hands gripped onto his in an attempt to remove them. ‘Malfoy. Please.’
‘You could at least give me a kiss goodbye.’
Hermione gave him an indignant look. ‘And that wasn’t a kiss goodbye?’
‘Another kiss goodbye.’
‘A peck,’ she hissed. ‘First you have to let go of me.’
He held his hands up and Hermione leaned into him to place a small peck on his cheek.
‘Bye, Malfoy.’
He chuckled. ‘Goodbye, Granger.’
Malfoy disapparated and Hermione gazed at the spot he was just standing in. What was she doing?
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As expected the bookstore had been uneventful and Hermione ended up spending her time double checking the inventory because she knew she was the only other person who cared about it. She would’ve spent the rest of the day going through the shelves to find a book that she could read to pass time, but after Malfoy had left she found herself preoccupied with thoughts about him. She should have just accepted his invitation to go out, but he was such a prat she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Which didn’t matter anyway because now he was coming over to her flat. She could’ve come up with an excuse about how disastrous the move had been. How cluttered it was. Malfoy would’ve seen through her lie – he knew that she couldn’t survive without any order for an extended amount of time. She could’ve said she was busy. He would’ve seen through that lie too. Why was she always so damned nervous whenever she was about to see him? It was so unbecoming. Actually, it was embarrassing. She felt too old for this and yet here she was standing around overthinking Draco Malfoy. It wasn’t like they were dating. They were just two single people having consensual sex. It was just sex. Hermione groaned. Maybe it really wasn’t just sex. Especially not after she’d broken up with Ron.
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Malfoy was late. Or maybe he was standing her up. She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. The light ticking was adding to her anxiety. She couldn’t sit still and paced in front of her sofa with a glass of wine. Maybe he really couldn’t figure out where she lived, she thought. By the time he’d get to her flat she would be absolutely pissed and undoubtedly make a fool of herself. Hermione finally sat down and took a gulp of wine finishing off the glass before pouring some more for herself. Her hands were starting to sweat and she rubbed them along her jeans.
‘This is so ridiculous,’ she mumbled taking a sip. She was definitely starting to feel warm and fuzzy as she adjusted her knit top.
There was a rustling at her door and then a few loud knocks followed. She shot up dashing towards the door without looking into the peephole. When her eyes landed on his familiar face she let out a sigh of relief that she didn’t know she was holding in.
‘Expecting someone else?’
Her eyes widened. ‘No. No, no, no. I just thought that maybe…’
‘Maybe…what?’
‘Nothing,’ she giggled as she took his appearance in. He always looked so put together regardless of what he was wearing. He made everything look good. He was dressed fairly formal, only wearing a crisp pale blue dress shirt with some creased black trousers.
‘Are you going to invite me in or shall we chat like this for the rest of the evening?’
She blushed before taking a wobbly step back to let him in. ‘I’m sorry, please come in.’
He took in the surroundings and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see that Hermione already had her small flat put together. If a stranger had walked in they wouldn’t have known she had moved in recently. She kept the rustic beige furniture and the colourful rugs from her previous flat. He noticed that her television was smaller and so was the dining table that only had seats for two in the corner. The walls were a bare white and there were a few framed still photographs of her with what he assumed were her parents. Of course there were magical photographs of Scarhead and his betrothed smiling and hugging one another repeatedly. He glanced at the half empty bottle on the coffee table and turned to watch Hermione take a few sips.
‘Really, Granger?’
Her eyebrows rose. ‘Yes?’
‘I never took you for a drunk,’ he commented as he sat down. ‘An entire bottle of wine?’
‘Shut up,’ she slurred. ‘It wasn’t the entire bottle. I was nervous.’
This piqued his interest. ‘What could you have possibly been nervous about?’
‘You.’
‘Ah,’ he replied, a playful smirk forming. ‘I didn’t know I made you nervous.’
‘Yes, you do,’ she sniffed and sat down beside him. ‘It amuses you.’
Malfoy took the wine glass and placed it away from her reach. ‘You amuse me.’
‘I wasn’t done with that,’ she objected.
‘I want you sober, Granger,’ he said, unpinning her hair to let the chestnut curls fall around her face.
She knew she was staring at him, but she couldn’t stop. He was so…appealing and he knew it. Why else would he be so arrogant? He knew that he was perfect. He knew what he did to her with that stupid face of his. His hard body. His precise hands. His stimulating lips. Her eyes were focused on those pale pink lips of his and even though they were moving she couldn’t hear a word he was saying. His lips curled into a smile and she caught herself smiling along with him.
‘You’re drunk,’ he murmured, placing his palm against her warm face. ‘We need to talk.’
‘Kiss me,’ she whispered, sensing his hesitation she shifted herself closer to him. ‘Please. We can talk later.’
He obliged. His kiss was soft on her lips and he could taste the sweet wine she’d been drinking. He let her control the kiss as her tongue plunged into his mouth aggressively and he felt the vibrations of the small whimpers she let out. She shifted again and broke the kiss to straddle him. His eyes caught hers and he saw the tell-tale signs of lust surfacing in her amber eyes. His hands started at her shoulders before trailing down her breasts and underneath her shirt. He cupped her breasts in his hands, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her silky bra.
‘Take it off,’ she muttered, letting out a soft moan. ‘Take it all off.’
She raised her arms as he pulled her shirt off revealing her golden skin and the black lace bra underneath. She giggled when he let out a groan at the sight of her. And now he was becoming aware of the bulge tightening his trousers. Hermione stood suddenly and turned away from him to unbutton her pants. She shimmied out of her jeans and he watched her backside jiggle as she kicked her pants off her feet. She was facing him again with a sly smile teasing her face.
‘Do you like what you see?’ she asked, removing her bra and tossing it aside. She kept her hands covering her nipples.
‘I’d like it even more if your breasts weren’t hidden.’
Hermione pouted. ‘It’s only fair if you’re as naked as I am.’
He unbuttoned his shirt quickly shrugging it off onto the couch. Hermione’s eyes were following his hands as he got rid of his trousers and his arousal was finally evident in his boxers. She made a humming noise when he stood to remove his boxers.
‘As I see it,’ he started, letting his gaze fall onto her. ‘You’re still wearing far too much.’
Her breasts were bare, pink nipples hardened. She kissed him gently and tugged on his lower lip, sucking it before letting go. ‘Then why don’t you do something about it, Malfoy?’
He made short work of her underwear. The band tore as he tugged them down and it fell towards her feet. Before she could step away he held onto her and turned her towards the couch.
‘Sit.’
She sat and watched him kneel in front of her. His hands gripped onto her knees opening her legs and spreading her before him. He saw the moisture seeping out of her pink flesh and his mouth watered. He could see how tense her body was; her muscles kept contracting under her skin.
‘Relax,’ he said, running his hands down her thighs and pulling her towards him to rest her legs on his shoulders.
‘I can’t,’ Hermione breathed out. ‘Not when I have your head between my legs.’
At this he chuckled and pressed wet kisses along her inner thigh. He wanted to take things slowly, but his body was trying to convince him otherwise. It would be so easy to pin Granger down and fuck her into the couch. No, he wanted her in her bed tonight. Her hand ran through his silky hair as his kisses got closer to where she wanted it most. Her body jerked slightly when his lips ghosted over her centre teasing her. His tongue licked the smooth skin around her clit and he heard a sharp gasp with a few curse words following. He delved into her slit collecting the moisture on his tongue savouring the taste that was uniquely hers. The hardness of his tongue flicked back and forth on her clit drawing a loud moan out of Hermione. Her eyes were shut now and her breathing was laboured even though he’d just started eating her out. His two fingers nudged their way inside of her with her walls clamping down on the sudden intrusion. The sucking on her clit made her legs twitch alongside his neck and he knew she was close. Her stomach was jerking and the grasp she had on his head was getting tighter. His fingers were slowly rubbing the ridged surface that added to her pleasure as she ground herself against his face.
‘Yes,’ she moaned, her hooded eyes met his. ‘Don’t stop.’
He was fixated on her face. He wanted to be able to pinpoint the exact moment that she fell apart for him. Tendrils of hair were sticking to her creased forehead and if he hadn’t known what was affecting her he would’ve guessed that she was pleading with someone. She was pleading, he supposed. With him to let her go. The twitching in her legs was intensifying and her breathing started to stutter. Hermione’s eyes were dazed now and the shuddering was making its way through her undulating body. The noises coming out of her mouth were delicious – the sharp whimpers turned into keening moans. Her walls clenched onto his fingers. He thought he’d heard her call out his name before she jerked her shuddering body from his grasp. Hermione pushed his head away from her swollen folds.
‘Too sensitive,’ she gasped, attempting to close her legs when he held onto her thighs.
Her fluids were smeared all over his mouth and chin, her hand reached over to rub the moisture off. Her feet were back on the floor and she eyed Malfoy’s erection as he gripped onto her upper arm coaxing her to stand.
‘You’re going to show me to your bedroom now, Granger.’
Her legs shook as she led him through her flat holding his hand. They turned the corner and he stepped forward to open the door. It creaked slowly, her neatly made bed coming into view in the middle of the room. Hermione turned one of the lamps on and she heard the rustling of the sheets coming into contact with a body. He was staring at her as he stroked himself knowingly, his smirk was carefully placed to goad her. Her lower stomach was pulsing again. She was mesmerised by his foreskin being tugged back and forth, hiding and exposing the tip of his cock. The tip had turned into an angry red colour with pre-cum spreading as he jerked himself off.
‘Have you become a voyeur?’ he asked hoarsely.
Her head shook in response. ‘You entice me.’
Malfoy’s eyebrows rose. ‘I know.’
Hermione had a frown on her face as she crawled onto the bed towards him. ‘You don’t always have to be so full of yourself.’
In the blink of an eye he was on top of her, his head tucked into her neck beginning to lick his way to her ear. She shivered underneath him and her arms slid down his back as her legs opened to cradle his lower half. His cock was grinding against her stomach as she angled her hips to press into him unevenly. Malfoy could sense her frustration each time she tried to grind herself against him. He steeled himself by planting a kiss on her neck and shifted so that his erection rested on her crotch. Her hand wrapped around his hardness, squeezing it and rubbing it along her wetness. He slid into her easily, small ripples massaging his length before he pulled out releasing a loud groan. He could never get sick of this. Fucking Hermione Granger and having her as a willing participant. Fingers started digging into her thighs as he tried to spread her wider pounding into her more forcefully. He felt like he was swimming in molten lava as he concentrated on swivelling his hips to cause moans to fall from her lips. She was pinching her nipples causing them to pucker and redden with each twist. The blush on her body started to spread down her chest and her breathing grew erratic with each thrust. Hermione’s clit had hardened again making the pink bud peek out from her folds and his thumb circled around it.
‘I need you to come for me again, Granger,’ he rasped breathlessly. ‘That’s it.’
And she did. A guttural moan was let out of her delicate mouth. Malfoy’s groans were growing louder, he could feel his face starting to flush. Her snug walls tightened around his cock drawing him deeper into her body. Before he knew it his hips snapped forward hitting bottom one last time and he spilled his seed inside her. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat was sliding down his back and his hair was sticking to the sides of his face. He collapsed on top of her and her arms tightened around his neck before she left a soft kiss on his shoulder. When his breathing finally slowed he rolled over to lay beside her, he rested his arm across her soft stomach.
‘You’re single now,’ he said, running his finger to dip into her belly button.
She turned to face him making a small noise in agreement. ‘No more strange rooms.’
‘No more sneaking around.’
She scoffed. ‘Does that mean you’re going to hold my hand now?’
‘I can if I want,’ he replied, raising an eyebrow at the sound of doubt in her voice. ‘Why do you doubt me?’
Malfoy seemed to date the same type of woman; sample size thin and conventionally pretty. Yes, their hair colours varied, except she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a blonde on his arm. It was hard for her to forget the pretty freckled redhead, Caitriona Greene, he’d brought to one of the fundraisers the Ministry held sometime last year. Ron dragged her along against her wishes of course. Caitriona was everything she wasn’t. Tall and fit with a skin tight glittery champagne dress that made her cleavage pop. Hermione had felt envious looking down at the navy peplum dress Ginny had lent her. None of his relationships lasted more than a couple of months and she knew that he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors regardless of his questionable past.
‘I’m not your type,’ she mumbled. ‘Really –‘
‘And what, may I ask, is my type?’
‘As if you don’t know,’ she said. ‘You essentially date models.’
His mouth curled up at the corners as though he was trying to hold back a smile. ‘They were models.’
Hermione glared. ‘Of course they were models, Malfoy. You’ve proven my point perfectly. I’m not a model, nor will I ever be.’
‘The problem with the models that pursued me, mind you, was that they lacked the proper stimulation once we were out of bed,’ he started. ‘I love sex just as much as any other bloke, but realistically not everything is about sex. Surely you can understand that. I can’t date a person who can hardly keep up with the simplest of news. A person who lacks their own sense of self, who has to look to me to form their own ideology.’
‘What are you saying?’
‘What do you think I’m saying?’ he shot, his brow wrinkling as he sat up. ‘This isn’t easy for me to admit, Granger. You have everything to keep me interested. You’re opinionated, independent and intelligent. You don’t need me to boost your public relations or image. You’re not using me for my money. Although, you have been using me for sex, but I won’t fault you for that. I’ve been used for worse.’
Her fist connected with his shoulder blade, but he barely flinched. ‘Hey! You were using me too.’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Perhaps? More like—‘
‘Okay, I admit that it was about fucking you at first,’ he said, holding onto her hand that was balled into a fist. ‘And now it’s not.’
‘So that’s it? Now it’s not.’
‘Yes, now it’s not,’ he repeated. ‘Are you struggling with the idea, Granger? That I find myself captivated by you? A person that I was raised to hate. A person that I did hate all those years in school. Is that making it hard for you to accept?’
‘You’re not the same person that I knew in Hogwarts, Malfoy,’ she responded softly. ‘We aren’t children anymore. We aren’t even on opposing sides. You know as well as I do that a lot has changed.’
‘What are you afraid of?’
Hermione hesitated, Malfoy’s eyes were searching her face. ‘I don’t know.’
‘I’m not asking you to marry me, you know.’
‘I know that,’ she told him, rubbing her eyes. ‘I just…don’t think it’s a good idea to go public right now.’
‘The Muggles in London don’t even know that we exist.’
He was right. They would be a fairly anonymous couple in that part of the world – except some people from their side of the world tended to frequent the same city. They would still have to be careful. Try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Was the risk higher in Muggle London? No, but the risk would still continue to exist.
‘You’re right,’ she responded. ‘But technically we’d still be sneaking around.’
‘So you’ll hide me from your little friends,’ he stated, keeping his voice steady.
‘Does this upset you?’
‘I don’t get upset, Granger. You should know that by now. My ego is intact whether or not you want to share a small portion of your life with Scarhead and his minions.’
‘Do you really blame me?’ she asked. ‘You still call Harry ‘Scarhead’ for one. It’s hard to believe that you can be nice to the rest of my friends…considering your history.’
‘I’m cordial with your beloved Potter.’
She looked at him as though he’d grown a second head. ‘You can’t possibly be serious.’
Malfoy stared at her.
‘You’re being serious.’
This was obviously news to her. They’d never really discussed their lives when they saw each other, but when they did Hermione definitely wasn’t bringing up Harry during those conversations. Her friendship with others that might still find the idea of Draco Malfoy repulsive wasn’t a hot topic. She found it hard to believe that Malfoy and Harry could be cordial to one another – Harry had never mentioned it. Although she managed to avoid discussing Malfoy altogether, now that she thought about it. Maybe Harry thought she was holding a grudge? Ron still wasn’t over the humiliation he faced when the Slytherin House had sung Weasley is Our King and he’d known that Malfoy was behind its creation. There was a chance Harry thought she shared similar views with Ron. She would have to ask Harry herself the next time she saw him.
‘And you never mentioned this to me before because…?’ she inquired.
‘It didn’t seem relevant.’
Hermione could feel a headache coming on and she knew that this was amusing to Malfoy. ‘Do you like to torture me?’
‘Are you interested in being tortured?’ he purred.
‘No!’ Hermione exclaimed. ‘But this conversation is starting to feel like torture.’
‘You wound me, Granger,’ he said as he kissed her forehead, inhaling deeply to catch the cinnamon scent clinging to her.
‘You know,’ she murmured. ‘It’s a little odd to continue calling me Granger if you plan on dating me.’
‘Will you be calling me Draco?’ he asked. ‘Passion filled moments aside.’
She glared. ‘Yes, I will, Draco. We can be mature about this, we are adults in case you haven’t noticed.’
‘I can’t say I have, Hermione,’ he chuckled.
Hermione sighed. ‘You’re incorrigible.’
‘I know.’
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AN:

I'm not sure how many people have been following this story, if at all, but I'm truly sorry for the lengthy wait. I wasn't planning on updating it and then I randomly forced myself to read the story over. There's a possibility that I could just edit the entire story because I don't like how disjointed it is right now. As it stands, there have been no edits made and I'm not sure when or if I will ever go back to previous chapters. If I do I'll make a note of it. There were a few reviews I hadn't seen the last time I'd logged in, thank you so much for all your kind words. I appreciate it more than you know. My writing has taken the backseat (minus essays and papers) so I apologise for being really rusty. I'm trying to improve, I promise!
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