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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
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The agitation Draco had felt after he graduated from Hogwarts was slightly eased by seeing Hermione again. The conflicted feelings he had prevented him approaching her, but every time her gaze seemed to rest on him, he thought he might shore up his courage and approach her.

One night as Draco got ready to follow Hermione home, he saw a handsome, tall bloke approach her. The bloke said something to her and she smiled and nodded her head at him and went to get her things. She came out from behind the desk and walked out of the library with him. Draco followed them.

What Draco saw next made him see red. That handsome bastard cupped her face and kissed her! They joined hands and walked towards a late night café. Draco couldn’t watch any more. His hand had been forced. He needed to confront Hermione.

The next night, Draco was relieved to see that Hermione’s suitor was nowhere in sight. As she gathered up her things to leave the library at the end of her shift, Draco prepared himself to confront her.

Hermione was a couple of blocks from her building when Draco called to her. She spun around.

“Malfoy? What are you doing here?” She put her bag in front of her chest in a defensive position.

“Hermione, I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been thinking about you.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Draco. I have to go.” She turned around and started to walk quickly towards her flat.

Draco was able to catch up and got in front of her. “I know you don’t, but would you at least give me a few minutes and hear me out?”

Perhaps I can get the closure I need if I talk to him now, she thought.

“Okay. We’re close to my flat. You can come in for a few minutes,” she said to him.

They walked in silence for the remainder of the trip. Draco took the opportunity to study her up close. She had lost weight over the last few months. Her cheekbones almost looked sharp in her face. Her skin lacked the luster it had before.

She entered her code, Draco memorizing it for future reference. Her flat was on the third floor. She opened the door to a small room with a bed, a tiny kitchen and a door to what Draco assumed was the bathroom.

“You live here?” he asked incredulously. I thought her parents had good jobs.

She gave him a cold look. “What was it you needed to say to me?”

She added water to the kettle and put it on the stovetop to heat. Hermione motioned for Draco sit with her at the kitchen table.

“I wanted you to know that I don’t think of you as a…a Mudblood.” Draco was finding this conversation much harder than he had imagined. She seemed to want to look at anything except him.

“But your actions told me you think less of me. You might not see my value, but there are others who do.”

“I do see your value,” Draco said. Wasn’t the fact that he had sought her out enough to show her he saw something in her?

“But you don’t, Draco. Can you even defend your actions?” Hermione got up and poured herself a cup of water for tea.

“What actions?”

Hermione stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, tell me why you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Hermione looked at his face. Why was he so bloody handsome? And so bloody sincere looking? She sat down, holding the steaming cup between her hands.

“We were… becoming friends. And then we started sleeping together. I thought maybe you had changed, given up your feelings on blood purity. But you would make fun of me around your Slytherin mates and hit on girls in the hallways. When I saw you with Astoria at the Graduation Ball, I knew all I was to you was a fuck.”

“I guess I wasn’t ready to be raked over the coals by my housemates. And my parents wouldn’t be thrilled if they knew I was seeing you. Why can’t we go back to enjoying each other’s company?” He was taken aback by the anger in Hermione’s eyes.

“I know you aren’t used to people saying no to you, Malfoy. But I can’t live with this horrible feeling of being less in your eyes. You aren’t good for me, Draco.” She got up and walked to the door.

“Please respect my wishes and leave me alone.”

“No, I’m not walking away from you yet.” Draco stepped into Hermione’s space, crowding her against the closed door. He leaned in close to her, caging her in with his arms.

Hermione let out a small sob. “I can’t do this, Draco! You really hurt me. Please, please go.”

Draco gathered her in his arms, her tears making his gut clench. She resisted at first, but then let herself relax into his hold. After all the months of separation from Hermione, his body hummed with the contact.

Lifting her chin, he looked at her wet eyes, “You missed this, Granger.”

Letting out a shaky breath, she shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter if I’ve missed it or not.” She pushed at his chest, but he wouldn’t relinquish his hold on her.

“It matters.” He took a deep breath, inhaling her vanilla scent.

Then Draco opened her door and left the small flat.

On shaky legs, Hermione walked towards her bed, curling herself on top of the mattress. She had thought hiding in the Muggle world would help her to get over Draco, but her traitorous mind dwelled on their affair at the worst times.

Handsome Grayson, with his tall, muscular physique and thick brown hair had provided some distraction over the past few weeks, but she admitted to herself that she didn’t feel the electricity she felt when Draco touched her. Grayson was also a Muggle, so unless they became quite serious, she would have to hide a huge part of herself from him.

That subversive voice in her head urged her to give into her feelings and continue on her sexual affair with Malfoy. But the logical part of her scoffed at the idea of letting him back into her life when she was someone he was embarrassed to be associated with. She crawled under the covers, letting her tears lull her into a fitful sleep.

Draco Apparated into his suite at Malfoy Manor with more insight than he had before his talk with Hermione. He had never been particularly sensitive to other people’s feelings, but seeing Hermione so broken had unnerved him. I did that to her. I made her feel like rubbish.

Draco stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he could get back into Hermione’s life. Their talk hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped. He didn’t even confront her about that Muggle he saw her with.

What a fucking mess. He had tried to move on, but something about Granger drew him in. Draco also felt extremely possessive of her. That was probably the hardest for him, as he had no claim over Hermione. He couldn’t exactly take her out to dinner in Diagon Alley.

He got up and started to undress for bed when he noticed his shirt smelled of Hermione. He held it to his face, basking in this reminder of her.

Why did I have to fall for her, of all people?
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