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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Hermione had gone a couple of days without seeing Malfoy because he was busy trying to sort out a business deal related to a partnership with a potions company. Or at least that’s what she had gauged from the note he’d sent her late at night. Secretly she was glad. Only because she didn’t know how to move forward from the last conversation they’d had in person. She was a little stunned that Draco Malfoy of all people was actually expressing his interest in her. If someone had told her seven years ago that she’d be romantically involved with Malfoy she would’ve laughed in their faces. Hell, if someone had told her the same thing two years ago she would’ve been convinced that they were mental. And yet here she was. It was a strange position to be in and although she could admit that it wasn’t just sex anymore she wasn’t sure what it was. She’d broken the news to Ginny that she was already seeing someone – but it wasn’t serious. Yet. Ginny was genuinely happy for her…she just didn’t know who Hermione was currently seeing. She wanted to know all the details, but Hermione had been vague with her.
‘Do I know him?’ she asked excitedly.
Hermione feigned interest in a sheer white top. ‘Kind of.’
Ginny squealed. ‘Can I guess who he is?’
‘No,’ Hermione said rolling her eyes. ‘You’ll find out eventually.’
And hopefully it wouldn’t be on the cover of Witch Weekly before she got around to telling anyone.
‘What’s he like?’
‘He’s…different,’ Hermione started. ‘A little arrogant, but he has a sense of humour. He’s really smart. Beautiful eyes too. And the most important thing is that he isn’t a man child.’
Ginny gasped dramatically, her hand on her chest. ‘Really?! Not a man child? He should just propose right now.’
Hermione giggled. ‘Merlin. Shut up. Stop with the sarcasm.’
‘I mean, really, Hermione. That’s what’s most important to you,’ Ginny said. ‘You could at least tell me if you’ve slept with him.’
Hermione squinted at the price tag. ‘I can’t defend spending 250 quid on a top to be honest with you.’
‘No!’
A few heads turned to look at both of them. Hermione blushed and pushed Ginny into the corner behind a clothing rack to block themselves from the immediate attention they received.
‘Ginny!’ Hermione hissed.
‘No,’ Ginny whispered. ‘You haven’t already shagged him.’
Hermione looked away. ‘Well –‘
‘Merlin, you did! Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘It’s not –‘
‘But you said you’ve only started seeing him,’ Ginny interrupted. ‘Wow, I never thought you’d move so quickly.’
‘It’s complicated,’ Hermione said, trying to explain without giving away the fact that she’d been cheating on Ron for almost a year. ‘I don’t know.’
‘I mean, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. Just. Wow.’
‘Are you trying to imply that I should take things slower?’
‘To be frank, I was just fooling around with you. I thought you’d tell me that you’ve only snogged.’
‘Yes, well, sometimes things happen that are out of your control,’ Hermione replied. ‘And I have needs too.’
‘No, I’m not debating that. I’m happy that your needs are being met. It’s not nice to have a raging bitch as a best friend.’
Hermione smiled. ‘I feel as though I’m going to be down one best friend by the end of today.’
‘Oh, come on,’ Ginny said, swinging her arm around Hermione’s shoulder. ‘You could never leave me out to rot.’
‘You’re right,’ Hermione sighed. ‘Where would I be without you?’
‘You mean, where would your wardrobe be without me?’ Ginny asked pointing down at Hermione’s jeans. ‘Those jeans are horrid. Bootcut? Light wash?’
‘What?’ Hermione exclaimed. ‘They’re not that bad…they were on sale!’
‘That’s precisely why they were on sale,’ Ginny mumbled, pulling Hermione over to a pile of jeans. Ginny held out a pair of dark fitted jeans. ‘Now, try these on.’
‘You know I hate the dressing room.’
‘Pish posh,’ Ginny’s hand flicked through the air. ‘Oh, and you still haven’t told me about your romp with your non-man child lover.’
‘Ginny!’
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Malfoy was drenched with paperwork he didn’t want to sort through. It was a weekend for Merlin’s sake. Part of him was wishing that this deal would just fall through so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. Slug & Jiggers Apothecary had expanded a little after the War ended. After the rebuilding process they finally started to sell ready-made potions that weren’t usually in sold in large quantities. It was too good of an investment to let go of. He could’ve hired someone else to do his job and just sit around pretending he was in charge. No, he didn’t want that for himself. He wanted to prove he was capable. To who? In the past the answer would’ve been his father and as it stood they weren’t even on speaking terms. Strangely enough he was fine with that. His mother wasn’t. That was just Narcissa. She cared about family, even though hers was entirely fucked up. Maybe she was trying to overcompensate when it came to Draco and his father, he didn’t know. What he did know was that he would never have a tight knit family. Which meant that his dysfunctional family was obviously the opposite of Granger’s family considering those pictures he had seen displayed in her flat. The funny thing was that he tried to keep up with the façade of functionality within the house despite not talking to his father. Everything was almost the same. They ate meals together when he wasn’t busy, but only to please his mother. And she was pleased when the three of them sat at that long foreboding table, Narcissa and Lucius at each end with Draco in the middle.
There was a knock on the door.
‘Come in,’ he said, shuffling through several pages of a contract.
‘Someone is here to see you, Mr. Malfoy,’ his secretary Tilda Keelan stated. ‘Should I tell him to wait a few minutes to let you get sorted?’
‘Who is it?’
‘Erm – a fellow named Blaise Zabini.’
He frowned at this. Blaise had cut ties with him – along with everyone else in Britain – in his seventh year at Hogwarts. He’d left without a word, not even confiding in Pansy Parkinson. And he never resurfaced after the War was over. Draco didn’t wonder about his whereabouts after Blaise’s scathing evaluation of the direction his life was going. In retrospect he’d been right about following his father’s demands blindly and allowing Voldemort to control each of their lives by putting them in danger. At the time Draco was convinced that he’d be on the winning side. At the time he’d been a right bastard too.
‘Let him in,’ he stated gruffly. ‘And fix us something to drink.’
At this Tilda nodded walking away into the waiting area. Malfoy leaned back into his chair. What the hell was Blaise doing back in London and why was he suddenly seeking him out? He held no animosity towards him presently. No grudges were intact either. He didn’t know Blaise anymore.
‘I see not much has changed, Draco.’
Blaise was dressed in black wizard robes, the cut was just as good if not better than what he’d had made at Twilfitt and Tattings. His robes seemed to float, dragging in the scent of woodsmoke that Malfoy had become familiar with all those years they’d shared the same dormitory. Blaise sat in one of the leather armchairs. His skin was a dark cherry wood colour which led Malfoy to believe he’d been exposed to the sun regularly. He seemed a bit taller than the last time he’d seen him. Blaise’s eyes were following Tilda as she placed the firewhiskey snifters on his desk.
‘Can I get you anything else, sir?’
‘Thank you, Tilda,’ Draco waved her away. ‘I’ll let you know if we need anything.’
The click of the door shutting rang out in the room and Draco was immediately drinking down the firewhiskey. He felt the flames slide down his throat.
‘To what do I owe this pleasure, Blaise?’
‘I thought I’d visit old friends,’ he said, holding up the glass snifter. ‘Cheers.’
‘And you consider me a friend? The last time we spoke I was less than a friend to you.’
‘I said old, didn’t I?’ Blaise retorted. ‘You should’ve seen Pansy’s face when she laid eyes on me. You’d have thought she’d seen Hades.’
‘I mean, you practically are Hades to her, aren’t you? Leaving her high and dry.’
Blaise chuckled. ‘She told me something strange as well.’
Malfoy made a non-committal noise.
‘You don’t talk to each other anymore.’
‘No, we don’t.’
‘She wouldn’t tell me why,’ Blaise said, playing with the snifter, watching the dark bronze liquid swirl.
‘As expected,’ Draco muttered.
‘And I suspect you won’t either.’
‘It doesn’t matter anymore,’ Draco responded, breaking eye contact to stare at the clock. ‘Is there a particular reason why you’re here, Blaise? Or are you here to quench your thirst for gossip?’
‘She was in love with you.’
Draco rolled his eyes. ‘It wasn’t me she was in love with. She thought she loved me because I had power at the time.’
‘Thought you had power.’
‘Do the specifics really matter?’ Draco asked exasperatedly.
‘The specifics always matter,’ he said calmly. ‘She told me you changed.’
‘We don’t see eye to eye on the same things anymore.’
‘You’ve become a blood traitor.’
Malfoy glared at Blaise.
‘My,’ Blaise started. ‘The great Prince of Slytherin has become a Muggle lover. What does your dear old father have to say about this?’
‘My father has nothing to do with my affairs,’ Malfoy spat.
‘Your mother has him by the bollocks I see.’
Malfoy’s fists were clenching on his lap. ‘My family is of no consequence to you.’
Blaise’s arms were outstretched now, gesturing at random pieces in his office. ‘You wouldn’t have this without them.’
‘What I have or don’t have is none of your concern,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘State your business or remove yourself from the vicinity.’
‘As I said, I’m here to visit old friends.’
‘Perhaps you’ve overstayed your current visit,’ Draco shot.
‘Your temper hasn’t changed,’ Blaise replied, setting the empty snifter back on his desk.
‘Have you been meeting ‘old friends’ to evaluate how much they’ve changed?’ Malfoy asked stonily. ‘It’s been years Blaise. Everyone has changed.’
‘I’m here for my mother’s funeral.’
Malfoy had only met his mother once at King’s Cross Station before he’d gotten on the Hogwarts Express. He was only twelve when he’d been introduced, but even he could tell why she’d gotten remarried so many times – she was beautiful in the way that made you stare long enough to be considered rude. Her skin was youthful and bronzed, her eyes were a delicious hazel and her rich auburn brown hair was wavy and long. She was dismissive. In the way she talked. In the way she looked at others. Hell, it was in her body language. He watched when she’d said goodbye to Blaise in a tone that chilled Malfoy’s bones and that was the first and last time he’d ever seen the woman.
‘Fucking hell. Blaise, I –’
‘You aren’t sorry,’ Blaise stopped him. ‘I’m not sorry. She was miserable. She made everyone’s lives miserable.’
Malfoy nodded.
‘I’ll be the only one there. She has no one,’ he muttered darkly. ‘Only me.’
Malfoy hesitated. ‘I thought she was married again.’
‘He’s gone,’ Blaise said, standing up. ‘She got the galleons she wanted.’
‘If there’s anything I can do to help,’ Malfoy said. ‘You’ll let me know, yeah?’
Blaise nodded before taking hold of the door knob. ‘Thanks for the drink, Draco.’
‘Any time, Blaise.’
And Blaise was gone. Of all the subjects Blaise could’ve brought up he wouldn’t have expected to hear that his mother had passed away. Blaise hardly mentioned her at school unless he was insulting her for being motivated by money. Other than Blaise being a pureblood he really didn’t know anything about his life outside of school. He didn’t even know his mother’s name for Merlin’s sake. It was bizarre that those he used to consider his best mates were all but strangers now. The last time Pansy had crossed his mind was when his mother mentioned her engagement party – he hadn’t been invited of course. Things between them had declined immensely after the War ended. She still stuck to the mind-set that blood purity was of utmost importance, slurs falling casually from her lips every so often.
‘Do you ever get sick of the same shit, Pansy? Mudblood this, blood traitor that. Move on.’
Her features scrunched together. ‘Move on? Move on?’
‘Move on,’ Malfoy repeated. ‘Or don’t. It was just a suggestion.’
‘They’re scum, Draco. There’s nothing to move on from.’
‘Your fucking father died for nothing,’ Malfoy hissed. ‘He fought for a jumped up psycho.’
‘The only jumped up psycho here is you,’ she said, Pansy’s light eyes darted to catch his. ‘My father died honourably.’
Malfoy scoffed. ‘I’m sure, Pansy.’
‘What the fuck happened to you?’ she asked, before walking away. ‘I thought I knew you. You’re supposed to be my friend.’
‘I grew up, Pansy. You should too.’
He’d watched her short black bob move through the crowd until she disappeared from his sight. She never contacted him afterwards. He never attempted to contact her either, there was no love lost between them. In his mind anyway. It didn’t change the fact that they’d grown up together, they just grew up and apart in different ways. Their history couldn’t keep them together anymore.
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Hermione sat in her cushy neon green bean bag chair. She was at her parent’s house to check up on it – they made the decision to move to Australia for the time being. The dental practice they had opened up while they were obliviated surprisingly boomed. Although they moved back to Cambridge for a bit once their memories were restored – no brain damage, thank the Gods – their former clients had moved on. They struggled to get back into the groove of things back in England until Hermione suggested possibly moving back to Australia. Her parents were quick to agree and managed to make a few phone calls explaining the name change from Wilkins to Granger. Hermione loved her parents and she was a bit gutted that she wouldn’t be seeing them as often as she thought. She was finally back in Muggle London and now her parents were leaving. Part of the reason she’d made that decision was so she could spend more time with them, the way they used to when she was home from Hogwarts. Minus the fact that she had her own flat now. It was fine. As long as her parents were happy she was happy. Judging by the emails her mum sent her frequently, pictures attached and everything, documenting the different beaches they visited, caves they explored and the campsites they discovered whenever they hiked they were enjoying themselves.
Hermione sighed as she flipped through one of their family photo albums. Her eyes scanned a few unfamiliar faces that she didn’t recognise – maybe they were friends of her parents, she wasn’t too sure. Then her eyes landed on a picture that she didn’t even remember taking. It was a magical photograph, her, Harry and Ron standing with their arms around each other, huge grins, wearing their robes inside Flourish and Blotts. It had to have been from before their second year at Hogwarts started. And then she noticed something moving in and out of the frame. Blond hair slicked back with gel. A permanent sneer. She knew that look…it was Malfoy. Hermione sniggered. She’d forgotten just how severe he looked back when they were at school together. He really did look like a spoiled brat in this candid shot, his brow furrowed and his mouth almost pouting, but not quite.
‘Geminio,’ she whispered, tapping her wand against the photograph making a copy. She had to show this to Malfoy, it was gold.
What wasn’t gold was the fact that she still hadn’t heard from him. Not that she’d tried to reach out to him, she didn’t want to bother him. He’d told her he was busy and she didn’t want to come across as a naggy girlfriend. Was she even his girlfriend? All he’d said was that she interested him. Maybe they were still in the dating phase? What was the dating phase? Other than Ron and Viktor she didn’t have much experience actually dating. She realised that she started sounding a lot like Parvati Patil during her boy crazy phase. It turned out that it wasn’t much of a phase at all considering the fact that she could still talk someone’s ear off about the opposite sex. The tittering that went on in their dormitory when Parvati and Lavender Brown were together was like no other. It felt like Hell on Earth. At the time it truly was Hell. Who cared about sex advice columns when you could educate yourself about the different theories surrounding numerology?
‘Bloody hell,’ she muttered to herself, shoving the photograph into her pocket. ‘I’m touched in the head.’
And that’s when a familiar eagle owl with various shades of brown and white feathers marking its body appeared at the window, a rolled piece of parchment attached to its leg. Unwrapping the note she read Malfoy’s elegant cursive scrawl.
‘Hermione,
Meet me in the middle of the Millennium Bridge tonight at 8. Wear a dress.
Draco Malfoy’
She frowned. A dress? Was he trying to wind her up? She was happy that she would finally get to see him in person, but he knew she wasn’t one to dress up often so what was he trying to do? Maybe she needed to stop questioning everything and just let it be. Her anxiety levels were starting to rise by the second. She needed to calm down.
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Hermione was early because she couldn’t stop fidgeting around in her flat. At least when she was out in public she could keep her movements to a minimum. It had taken her forever to finally find a decent dress to wear because an obscene amount of t-shirts and sweaters had hidden everything from view. She finally came across a simple white dress with sleeves that stopped at her elbows. It had a high neckline, cinched at her waist and stuck to her hips down her thighs. Yes, it was a figure hugging dress and yes, she felt a tad uncomfortable, but it looked good in the mirror. The sun had begun to set. The sky was turning a light pink and the clouds looked like candy floss as they passed by. It was windy now and she was glad she’d made the decision to put her hair up in a ponytail – she couldn’t be arsed to style it. The beige trench coat Ginny had encouraged her to buy months ago was finally getting some use. At least the upper half of her body would stay warm. She wished she could say the same for her legs that were only being slightly protected by nude stockings. She leaned against the metal railing watching people walk past her. None of them looked familiar and her nerves eased a little.
‘You need to relax,’ a voice stated behind her.
She spun, her heel getting caught in a crack making her trip over herself. Malfoy’s hands shot out to steady her. Her head was very close to hitting his chest and she easily caught sandalwood mixed with firewhiskey when the wind blew past them. Once she found her balance he let her go and she ran her hands down the front of her coat.
‘Why do you insist on doing that?’
‘You know, a simple hi would have sufficed,’ he responded, holding his arm out.
She looked at it sceptically before holding onto it. ‘Where are we going anyway?’
‘You’ll see.’
‘I’m not very good with surprises,’ she mumbled. ‘I think it’s a control thing.’
He scoffed. ‘It is a control thing.’
The sensation of being sucked through a tube began and her vision was blurring. She held her breath and shut her eyes willing the sensation to go away. Her ears popped. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth to try to avoid getting sick all over herself. Or better yet, all over Malfoy. Of course he would apparate without warning. She should have expected him to. It ended as quickly as it had started and they were standing inside a dim and deserted lobby.
‘Merlin,’ he started. ‘You’d think that was your first time apparating.’
‘I’ll have you know that I’m usually warned beforehand when it comes to side-along apparition,’ she retorted, her hand skimming her hair checking for fly aways.
She didn’t recognise anything she saw as Malfoy maneuvered her through the lobby. She’d never been to this place before. It was minimalistic, but it was obviously expensive. Even though the lighting was dim the décor was light – the walls were beige, the sitting area had white upholstered leather seats and low silver tables. It seemed to be a restaurant, but a couple of tables and chairs had to be missing; there was too much open space. There weren’t any other diners when they finally passed by the bar across the room. The finally met, who she assumed, was the waiter. He directed them to the last booth situated in the corner. Her heels clicked along the shiny white marble flooring before stopping to remove her coat. Malfoy was watching her as per, his robes had vanished to reveal a smart charcoal suit with a navy blue tie.
‘I never knew Hermione Granger owned dresses like that,’ he said, scanning her figure quickly before making eye contact.
She sat across from him. ‘Well, I’ve never worn it before.’
‘Such a shame,’ he drawled, pouring red wine into two glasses. ‘It would’ve been wasted on that foolish ginger of yours.’
Hermione rolled her eyes. ‘Did you bring me here to provoke me, Draco?’
‘I can provoke you anywhere. I wouldn’t choose a nice restaurant specifically to insult you.’
‘Too late,’ she muttered, taking a sip of the crimson fluid – it was a bit bold with a blackberry aftertaste.
‘I watched you on the bridge.’
She shook her head in disbelief. ‘Pardon me?’
‘You heard what I said, Hermione,’ he responded, his fingers tapping on the table.
‘So you’re going to continue stalking me then?’
‘I was observing.’
Her brow furrowed. ‘Observing what exactly? A chilly woman –‘
He interrupted. ‘Yes, I was watching a chilly woman. A chilly fidgety woman. Why do you do that?’
‘Do what?’
‘You know…’ he said, before gripping his hands and shuddering in his seat.
Hermione blushed. She did not look like that. ‘God, can you stop? I don’t look like that!’
‘You do. I suppose you just aren’t very…aware,’ he stated, a smile starting to grace his lips.
‘I am always aware.’
‘I can think of several instances in which you weren’t aware,’ he replied, his eyes darkening.
‘Stop it,’ she hissed, her head turning as a reflex to see if anyone had overheard. She’d forgotten that the restaurant was empty.
He chuckled. ‘No one is here. I thought you would appreciate that.’
It was obvious that it had to be his doing. He had the privilege to buy the entire restaurant if he wanted, how could it hurt to basically rent it for the night?
‘I do, really,’ she began. ‘What about their business? Surely they must be losing money. I don’t want to be an inconvenience.’
Malfoy sighed. ‘Do you always have to be so…considerate? I assure you, I’ve taken care of it. You don’t have to worry about that.’
‘It’s not a bad thing to be considerate.’
He partially agreed with her, but being overly considerate was a weakness that others could exploit easily if they wanted to. Hermione would be hard to manipulate. She was the exception it seemed. He tried not to pay any more attention than he needed to back when they were at school together, but even he knew she was a damn bleeding heart. Through the grapevine he’d heard about the club she started; spew or something or other was what he remembered. All he knew was that it had to do with house elves having rights. What would house elves do with rights anyway? They would still continue to do their jobs serving their masters to the best of their capabilities.
‘I suppose it’s slightly endearing.’
‘Wow,’ she retorted, rolling her eyes for the second time that night. ‘Only slightly? I’m flattered.’
‘Contrary to what you believe, I haven’t brought you here to annoy you.’
‘I remember having a conversation where you admitted that you revelled in my annoyance.’
‘I won’t deny that. This is a date,’ he explained. ‘It’s what’s normal isn’t it? Taking my girlfriend out on a date.’
Hermione’s eyes widened and her throat felt like it had been sealed off. So that was her answer. He really did consider her his girlfriend. This was very bizarre. She was officially Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend and she was actually happy about that.
‘I’m…’ Hermione stuttered trying to collect herself. ‘Yes.’
‘I thought you understood from our last conversation…’
‘I did! I mean I just wasn’t too sure, but now I know,’ she replied, using her finger to swipe at the perspiration collecting on her upper lip.
‘Hermione, I won’t force –‘
‘I want to be your girlfriend,’ she said quickly, lowering her eyes and scolding herself internally for speaking aloud before thinking. ‘Oh, Gods.’
‘You’re embarrassed,’ he acknowledged.
She gave a short nod before looking up at him again. Her nails were digging into the palm of her hand and she took a deep breath.
‘I’m sorry. I don’t usually get nervous about things like…this.’
‘I’ve noticed,’ he said, shifting in his seat. ‘Sit beside me.’
‘Er –‘
‘Please. Humour me.’
Malfoy was being polite just so she would sit beside him? She was living in a fucked up alternate universe and she had no problem with it. Her stomach was fluttering and her heart was racing. It felt like she was sitting in a sauna and it was a miracle that beads of sweat weren’t dripping down her forehead. She didn’t have to look at him to know that he was staring when she struggled to tug her dress down her thighs as she stood up.
‘You know,’ she murmured, her legs brushing up along his as she slid into the booth. ‘It’s quite rude to stare. And it doesn’t help one’s nervousness.’
‘It’s hard not to stare when you look like that,’ he responded, his thumb and index finger touched her chin and gently tilted her face upwards. ‘You look lovely.’
There it was. He was calling her beautiful again and he meant it. Those stupid eyes of his were piercing hers again and her tongue glided along her lower lip. She could’ve sworn he was about to lean in for a kiss until his attention seemed to be drawn somewhere behind her. That’s when she heard a plate being placed on the table and the waiter was explaining a dish that she didn’t care about. Malfoy was nodding now, his slim fingers moving away from her to place a napkin on his lap.
‘It’s impolite to stare and ignore the food your date has ordered for you,’ he said, breaking through her concentrated stare.
‘There was no menu,’ she told him, realizing that they’d only sat down with a bottle of wine.
‘I’ve taken care of everything,’ he replied, his head tilting towards the plates placed before them. ‘I know you like French food.’
How did he know that? She was dumbfounded when the layered pieces of aubergine, courgette, tomato and red pepper swirled on the plate came into view. And how did he know that she enjoyed ratatouille? She glanced at his plate then, cubed braised beef paired with a mix of diced carrots and roasted fingerling potatoes.
‘Daube de Boeuf?’ she uttered. ‘Ratatouille? How?’
‘I told you,’ he responded, his fork piercing the tender meat. ‘Powerful skills of observation.’
The truth was that he’d hoped that she still liked French food. It was hard not to overhear Weasley voicing his distaste about the bouillabaisse that one time in the Great Hall. Hermione had had a grimace on her face until the meal was over. Or was it because Fleur Delacour had visited their table to talk to Weaselbee? He couldn’t remember the details anymore, but he did remember her finishing the dish. He was trying to return the favour for that night they’d gone out to eat with one another. This time it was for a different reason because he wasn’t just her paramour in the illicit affair they’d started. She wasn’t going home to a man that she didn’t love anymore. Hermione was going back to her own flat where she lived alone. And now she was with a different man. It seemed out of character to see her act so nervous around him, it had to that they were spending time together outside of the bedroom. The last date he’d gone on happened just before he’d first slept with Hermione. He’d been bored out of his mind having drinks with a blonde socialite named Elena Sachs. She talked so much that all he’d done was nod and smile for the majority of their date. The women he dated were beautiful enough, but it could never go past the surface. That was his problem.
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‘Are you okay?’
Malfoy nodded.
‘You’ve been so quiet,’ Hermione whispered. ‘Is something wrong?’
‘No,’ he replied, rubbing his forehead. ‘Just thinking.’
Draco had apparated them back to her flat because according to him his parents would still be roaming around in the manor. She didn’t care. She thought he was just going to drop her off and leave. She’d enjoyed their meal even though it felt a little short and he had seemed preoccupied. Their date had been less nerve wracking than she’d expected and towards the end of it she was the one controlling the conversation even if Draco seemed a little withdrawn. They sat in her living room now and even though it was quiet she hadn’t felt awkward sitting in silence watching him.
‘You can sleep if you’d like,’ Hermione suggested, her shoulder shifting towards the direction of her bedroom. ‘It’s late.’
‘I’m sorry, I’ve not been the best company have I?’
Hermione put her hand on his knee. ‘You’ve been great, really.’
‘You should know that I’m not good at this,’ he stated, lifting her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.
Hermione’s mouth twitched. ‘What?’
‘Relationships.’
‘Neither am I, as evidenced by my relationship history,’ she said. ‘Perhaps we can be horrible at it together.’
A small chuckle escaped from his lips. ‘That’s not very reassuring.’
‘It sounded better in my head,’ Hermione laughed.
A few minutes passed and Malfoy agreed to take her offer to sleep over. It was late, but it didn’t matter because he could apparate anyway. He just wanted to spend more time with her. Not that he’d told Hermione himself, but he wasn’t one to sleep over without the promise of sex. Hermione showed him the bathroom before she headed off to the bedroom to find a few extra pillows. The mess she’d made from earlier that night was still on the floor and she shoved a couple of things into the drawers in an effort to make her room presentable. She threw some pillows she found in her closet haphazardly onto the bed and pulled out one of her favourite pyjama tops – a loose turquoise t-shirt. Maybe she should wear something more appealing to his eye? She could hear Ginny in the back of her head nagging her to wear a chiffon slip to impress her date. Your date doesn’t want to shag you in casual sleepwear. It’s not even casual, I can see a hole on the front of your shirt. You’re dressing in rags! You’re hopeless, find something silky to wear.
‘Shut up!’
‘Am I interrupting something?’ Malfoy asked, standing in the doorway with his eyebrows raised.
‘No,’ Hermione said quickly, tossing the shirt into the laundry basket. ‘I was just about to change.’
‘I find it humorous that you would rather do it yourself than use a simple spell.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘Habit.’
‘I’ve read that it takes 21 days to form a new habit,’ he mentioned, vanishing his clothes to reveal a v neck undershirt and blue boxers.
‘I know. I read the same thing in a Muggle magazine,’ she answered, slightly confused that he even knew that. There wasn’t a chance that that same article could’ve made its way into a magazine or newspaper in the magical community.
‘We’ve read the same magazine then.’
He was so nonchalant about it that she didn’t know how to react. She knew that he was a different person, but when examples such as Malfoy reading a Muggle magazine popped up it always managed to amaze her.
‘I thought you were going to change,’ he drawled, interrupting her thoughts. ‘Or should I leave so you can keep your modesty?’
‘Some people just aren’t particularly comfortable changing in front of others,’ she countered. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that.’
‘There is when they look like you,’ Malfoy snorted.
Her face reddened slightly. ‘You’re the only one who thinks that.’
‘Because I’m the only one you’ve noticed. Some men – even women if you’re interested, aren’t as thick or as foolish as your ex,’ he responded, pulling the duvet back. ‘You clearly aren’t as aware as you’d like to think. I’ve seen the way they look at you.’
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away from him. ‘It’s not all about appearance. And if I look nice it’s because I want to look nice. It won’t be for anyone else.’
Malfoy smirked. ‘Of course.’
Hermione unzipped the side of her dress and shrugged it off exposing her back. ‘It’s different changing in front of you. I know you’re studying me.’
It was the truth, he did study her. He liked to watch the way she moved. Liked to watch her reaction. Liked to find new ways to control her body. His eyes were glued to the sight of her bare back until she pushed the dress down over her hips. The cheeks of her ass were exposed more than usual in her flesh coloured knickers. Hermione bent over to pull the stockings off her legs when she caught a glimpse of Draco lounging on her bed. He held her stare before she broke it off to pull a light tank top over her head.
‘Move over,’ Hermione said at the edge of the bed. He was on her side.
‘No.’
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. ‘Fine.’
She was about to walk around the bed when his hand shot out to hold onto her wrist. He pulled her towards him. ‘You still haven’t given me my kiss.’
‘Pardon? What are you –‘
‘During dinner,’ he reminded her. ‘You were going to kiss me.’
‘Only because I thought you were!’ she said pointing at him.
‘So I’ll continue making the first move? Is that it?’
Hermione pursed her lips. ‘You don’t always make the first move.’
Her knees hit the cushy surface of the bed and she positioned herself over him, her legs on each side of his hips. Her finger drifted down the tip of his nose, running down his cupids bow to trace his lips. His mouth opened and he sucked her finger in, her finger surrounded by heat. Goose pimples rose on her arms and she finally sat on his lap, his cock was starting to harden underneath her.
Hermione leaned into him, her ponytail tickling the side of his face. ‘I’m going to give you that kiss now.’
He didn’t reply because her lips were over his. She was being gentle, her lips sucking on his. Small moans were being muffled as she tried to control him. His hands rested on the curve above her ass holding her in place. Hermione’s tongue kept tracing the inside of his lips, teasing him and he caught her tongue, forcing his into her mouth. He groaned and she started to grind her hips, her clit rubbing up against him. Her wetness was starting to spread on her underwear. A smacking noise rang out as she broke the kiss.
‘Is that what you wanted, Draco?’ she breathed out, her hips moving. She looked down at him, his eyes were shut and his lips were parted.
‘What I wanted,’ he began and groaned. ‘Was to tell you not to bother getting changed because it’ll be coming off.’
‘You’re such an arse,’ she responded, her lips latched onto his neck sucking hard. ‘You’re supposed to be asleep.’
‘It was an invitation for me to fuck you,’ he muttered, his finger tickling the edge of her knickers. ‘Don’t act like it was anything else. I’ve been thinking about this all week.’
‘And what if I really did want to sleep?’
‘You don’t,’ he replied, looking up at her. ‘Look at you.’
‘Theoretically.’
‘Then I would sleep with you,’ he said, sliding the straps of her tank top down her shoulders. ‘And only sleep. Nothing else.’
Her arms rose as her tank top was pulled to rest under her breasts. ‘How often do you just sleep over?’
‘Never.’
Her hands slid down her chest squeezing her tits and grazing her nipples. Her eyes were hooded as a jolt when went through her body. She was still grinding herself against him. Her body growing hotter. The crotch of her underwear was sticking to her. Hermione’s fingers slipped into her knickers and found the engorged nub hidden in her folds. She was so wet, her fingers sliding easily to catch the perfect angle that had her belly tightening. She could hear the puffs of breath she was inhaling and exhaling with Malfoy still beneath her. He could only see the outline of her fingers through the cotton material as they moved vigorously. Her gaze was fixated on him, he licked his lips and his hand rose to knead her breast. Her skin was hot and her pulse was fast. Her head felt heavy as it tilted back, a moan falling from her lips. Her thighs were gripping him as she moved faster. Her nipples were being pinched and it set her off. Her insides were clenching and unclenching, her stomach taut, the rest of her body shook as she gasped one last time.
‘Shit,’ she panted.
‘Off,’ Draco grumbled, tugging down on the bunched material resting on her hips. ‘Now.’
Hermione shuffled away from him, rolling onto her back and she pulled off the last two pieces of clothing she had on her body. Malfoy was in the process of removing his shirt when Hermione straddled him again to slide his boxers down his lower half. The material rubbed against his shaft and he held in a grunt. His lips connected with hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth, tracing the ridges on the roof of her mouth. Hermione felt like she couldn’t breathe as her gasp was caught between her lips. Her chest was mashed onto his, her nipples starting to harden. Her core was beginning to burn again. She shuddered and he broke the kiss holding onto her waist, guiding her to face away from him on his lap. Her hands were resting on his thighs.
‘Since you’re so eager to take your pleasure tonight,’ he rasped, lining up his cock with her entrance grabbing one round globe. ‘You won’t have a problem continuing.’
And Hermione sank down onto him, moaning as he parted her flesh in the most intimate of ways. Malfoy’s jaw clenched as her tight walls caressed him and the sensitive pink flesh slid over him. He could feel her tightening around him gliding easily as she tried to find a rhythm to get herself off, her pussy was pulling at him. Her hips angled away from him as she rose up and the puckered hole of her ass was revealed. Her hips were undulating quickly, his cock hitting bottom each time she sank down onto him. Moisture was starting to collect on his shaft, the mixing of their fluids dripping down as she rode him. He heard small whimpers as the grip of her fingers started to dig into his thighs. He coated his thumb with saliva, rubbing it onto the tight puckered ring to tease her. Her legs tensed. Her walls tightened. A surge of heat made its way to her centre. She was breathing loudly again with curse words littering each breath.
‘Fuck,’ she choked out. ‘Yes.’
Her walls were already clamping down on him before he’d finished teasing her ass. He steeled himself as the warmth and pressure around his cock became unbearable, he didn’t want to come yet. Her body stilled above him, her back was sweaty and the hair close to her nape was stuck to her. She slid off of him then, facing him and resting in between his thighs. Her fingers grazed the tip of his length and she held onto him before her hot mouth closed over him and started sucking. He moaned loudly, his hand coming to rest on the crown of her head trying to push her mouth further down his shaft. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged squeezing him. Strings of saliva from her mouth connected to his cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip making his hips jerk. Her hand wrapped around him following the movement of her head, rising and falling each time he was back in her mouth. The sight of his cock in her mouth was enough to get his blood pumping, his heart racing. Until her watery amber eyes held his, streaks of diluted black makeup mixed with tears falling down her face, made him come so hard his eyes rolled back into his head. His groan echoed in her room, his hips thrusting upwards as cum spilled onto her tongue, dribbling down the side of her mouth. Hermione stayed in between his legs and stretched out to lie on top of him. She could feel the thud of his heart beating quickly in his chest and he was still panting, his eyes shut.
Her hands wiped at her cheeks to rub away the last of her tears. ‘You really would’ve stayed to sleep?’
One eye opened. ‘You’re asking me this now, Hermione?’
‘Yes,’ she replied stubbornly. ‘Because I want to know.’
‘Bloody hell,’ he groaned out. ‘You can’t do that and then interrogate me.’
‘Well, I have. And I am.’
‘I told you I would have,’ he responded, his arm resting on her back. ‘I –‘
She frowned at his hesitation. ‘You…what?’
He sighed, opening his eyes to find her staring at him. ‘I enjoy spending time with you, why wouldn’t I spend the night with you?’
Hermione smiled. ‘You’re not so bad either.’
He kissed her cheek and she rolled off of him so that he could spoon her. His arm wrapped around her waist, her head tucked underneath his chin. Hermione threaded her hand through his and her eyes drifted shut. She whispered something but he hadn’t caught what she said. Malfoy felt her breathing slow beside him before he ended up falling asleep as well.
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