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Closer	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this fanfiction.

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Hermione felt absurdly lightheaded. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or her nerves, or perhaps a mixture of the two, but for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off Draco Malfoy. He moved from his armchair to the foot of her chaise lounge. The Manor had grown quiet. The only sound that could be heard past the branches rubbing up against the exterior walls happened to be her breathing. It had grown harsh as time went by.

“You’re staring at me,” said Draco, smirking.

“Am I not allowed?”

“I don’t make the rules,” shrugged the young man, finishing off their third bottle of wine. Over the course of the past hour, the game had come to a halt and they were left sitting, talking and drinking themselves through the night. Draco turned to look at her. “You said something about fancying Potter at some point. When was it?”

Hermione arched an eyebrow. It was none of his business, really, but she was in no condition to withhold any such information. “It was during what was supposed to be our seventh year. Ron had abandoned Harry and I on our hunt for the horcruxes. You know the old formula. Teenagers, hormones, danger, et cetera.”

“You wanted him to fuck you,” deduced Draco, smirking something deeper.

Once again, Hermione was in no condition to front. “Basically.”

“Did he?”

She chuckled. “Harry? Forget his honor? Not a chance.”

“You say that with resentment.”

“Probably because I resent the fact that he couldn’t see past Ginny Weasley’s Quidditch prowess and red hair.”

“What about the other Weasley? Your supposed boyfriend?”

Hermione glanced at the ceiling, still draped across the chaise except now her feet rested on Draco’s lap. She couldn’t remember when that happened and didn’t quite care enough to find out. “Things with Ron were always complicated. Sure I was attracted to Harry. I mean, how can’t I have been?” she asked, as though it were clear. “But with Ron it was always deeper. I can truly say I was in love with him. I just…I suppose being together was never in our cards.”

“And now you’re married.”

“And now I’m married.”

“What do you think he’s say when he finds out?”

She shrugged, refusing to let her mind wander in that direction. “You have quite a lot of interest in my friends. Here I thought they were your arch nemeses.”

“So were you at one point,” Draco answered deftly. “Things change.”

“What would you call us now?”

“Business partners.”

“Careful now. These knickers are brand new,” Hermione winked, voice drenched in sarcasm. She relished the way Draco’s eyes widened at the mention of her knickers, even if it was a joke. “You really know how to get a girl going on her wedding night.”

“Well, we could have gone the classic route but I figured you were a tad…opposed to the idea.”

She found his propriety delightfully amusing and completely out of character. “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Opposed to the idea.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Answer the question, Draco.”

His eyes did that thing again. It’s what happened any time she let something mildly nice or naughty slip.

The young man uncorked a fourth bottle, taking a large sip before facing her. “I’m a man. It’s in our nature to be open to such things.”

Hmm. It wasn’t the answer she was looking for, but at least it was something. “I’m not a man.”

“Brilliant,” chucked Draco. “Thanks for relieving me of the unrelenting curiosity.”

Hermione laughed with him, hearing the words come out of her mouth. “What I meant was I’m not a man, yet I, too, hold no opposition towards the idea.”

Her husband raised both eyebrows. “Are you coming on to me?”

“Maybe I am,” she said coyly, rubbing her feet against that special spot. “Seems you’re all for it.”

Draco tensed for a moment. “You’ve had a lot to drink.”

“You said that already.” Hermione lifted her feet from his lap and switched sides, bringing her face closer to his. He smelled of musk and liquor and cologne. It was intoxicating. “Closer,” she cooed. “Come closer.” He did as he was told. The young woman closed her eyes, knowing he did the same, and made a move to kiss him until she felt something in her stomach.

Nerves?

Butterflies?

Passion?

Lust?

No.

“Oh my God. I’m going to be –” Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth, pushing past Draco and towards a ridiculously expensive-looking vase.

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