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Boys Night, Girls Night	By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-Boys Night, Girls Night
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And I'm baaccckkkk!!!!! Oh it feels good. So sorry to keep you all hanging. I hit a wall with writing, and my life was kinda turned upside down. Not to mention I wiped my hard drive by accident (damn magnet) and lost everything. And I mean everything. All my stories I had yet to publish, all chapters, pictures, school work, etc. But I'm back now, and determined to finish what I started. And because you all have been so patient, here are two chapters, with a third well on the way. Much love to those who haven't lost hope!

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46.

"Draco, don't be such an arse."

Draco snorted. Granger was overreacting. Again.

"I'm not being an arse, I am merely being..." Draco paused looking for the right word.

"An over protective....arse?" Hermione supplied generously.

Draco glared at her. She even had the gall to give him a cocky half-smile.

It had been a solid three months after the "incident." For better or worse, the Potter's were wed, although the paparazzi were having a field day with Ginny's baby bump. Their "public wedding" was this weekend. Hermione was healed. Or at least, as much as she could be healed. She still got a little light headed performing more complex spells. But the Head Healer said that was perfectly normal (or as normal as they could guess) and would go away on its own once the Dark Magic has fully left her system.

Draco was fully restored and currently, to Hermione’s chagrin, enjoying throwing his weight as the healed one around to get Granger to do as he said. Er, as the Head Healer said, which was to relax and do nothing to strenuous. It provided Draco the immense pleasure of being by her every waking minute without the real excuse of him being addicted to her becoming obvious.

It suited Draco quite nicely.

Hermione, on the other hand, was itching to get out of the current situation as fast as possible. Not that it was terrible to have Draco cook breakfast in bed, foot rubs, and spending hours just goofing off. But she was going stir- crazy. Their apartment was starting to turn claustrophobic, and as much as she loved Draco, she needed outside influences. She needed shopping, and restaurants, and the girls to break up this continuous cycle of Draco looking at her like at any moment she was going to break.

That, and she really wanted to talk to Ginny. Ginny was close to 6 months pregnant, and while they flooed, owled, and had lunch once a week, Draco was always chaperoning. Which left huge topic uncovered in the Ginny/ Hermione relationship discussion.

AKA Draco.

Running this through her mind, Hermione turned an icy stare on her bedmate. "Draco, let me be as clear as possible. I am going to Ginny's. I am going alone. You are going to go to lunch with Harry and the boys. I will see you later this evening." Hermione arched an eyebrow and dared Draco to defy her.

Draco stared hard at her. He really didn’t like this. "Fine." He said gracelessly.

Hermione smiled from ear to ear. She loved getting her way. "See that wasn't so hard!" To sweeten the taste of defeat she snuggled up to Draco, playfully biting his ear.

Draco pretended to sulk, milking it for all it was worth. "Witch."

Hermione laughed and forced Draco to look at her. She traced a finger along his brow, down his cheek, and stopped a whisper away from his lips. "Come on, you know I'm right. Besides, Ginny is hormonal and we both know she would crucio you if you tallied along."

Draco nodded his head.

Ginny pregnant was terrifying. He wasn't sure how Harry dealt with it. Then again, if it was his child, Draco was pretty sure he wouldn't have any problems seeing as Granger was more than levelheaded...

Draco's heart stopped and then started again, pumping furiously to make up for the missing beats. Did he really just think of Hermione as the future mother of his children? Looking askance, he watched as she perused her closet in her underwear and bra, debating the merits of a dress or jeans. Her stomach was as flat as ever, but Draco could easily imagine a growing belly there, and believe it or not, he felt turned on at the prospect.

Shit.

Hermione settled for a fitted cream-colored sundress and stood in front of him with her back turned, "Zip me, please?"

Draco reached for the zipper. Or, he meant to reach for the zipper. But somewhere in the middle he veered off course and dragged a knuckle up her spine gently. He gave half a grin when he heard her breath catch.

Leaning in, he pressed a light kiss at the base of her neck rubbing his lips back and forth. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her back to feel just what she was going to be missing during lunch. But that was the catch, he wouldn't go through with it. He teased her mercilessly but refused to get hot and heavy with her. Hermione turned her head and caught a hard kiss right on the lips. Draco stepped back, breaking away. Typical. He gave her a heated smile. "Don't make me wait too long, Granger." Then gestured for her to leave the room before him.

Hermione frowned. Damnit.

Draco, however, was almost pushing her out the door. She knew he was trying to make it hard for her to leave, but she knew just as he did that he wouldn't go through with those heavy promises. That prat. Well, she would show him.

Considering her legs were a little bit wobbly, she took longer strides and swung her hair back. She knew exactly what she was going to do. The smile stayed with her as she apparated to the restaurant. Ginny took one look at her and started laughing.

"What are we plotting and how can I help?"

Hermione laughed and ran to give her a hug. Or as much of a hug as she could give with a balloon between them. Hermione held her back at arms length. "Well look at you Mrs. Potter, you're glowing. A bun in the oven suits you."

Ginny rubbed a hand over her protruding tummy. She looked down fondly at it. "Little bugger had me up all last night. Didn't you?" She asked cooing. Looking back up, Ginny took in Hermione. "The bruises are all gone?"

Hermione nodded. "Just a stubborn, greenish one on my ribcage, but it's on its way out."

The hostess gestured to a table that was waiting in an alcove close to the back. Ginny found the tabloids amusing with her pregnancy, but she didn't want the paparazzi near Hermione before she was ready.

"So let us get to the point. Draco? Together, not together? Have you eloped? I have not seen one piece of gossip in the paper to help feed my hopes on this subject." Ginny picked up a menu and acted casual, but Hermione could feel her excitement.

"Well, an elopement would have pissed off both you and my mother, so that was out of the question." Hermione toyed with her.

“Have you decided to tell your mom about what happened?” Ginny hesitantly asked. Hermione frowned, chewing on her straw. “I’ve decided not to. I told her I was mugged, which was as close to the truth as I dare. She’s better left without the full details on this one. Especially since her and my dad are on rocky terms at the moment. They have enough to worry about.”

Ginny nodded, but Hermione could sense her disapproval. Probably picturing the same situation with her upcoming child. There was a pause where they both stared at each other.

Ginny snapped down the menu. "Fine, I'm curious. What has been going on in that apartment with you two hibernating? Can I mention how irritated I've been unable to discuss this with you because Draco has been your shadow these pass months?"

Hermione looked at her slyly. "I can't say it hasn't been nice being waited on hand and foot. Draco has been wonderful. Although, there is one thing I can't figure out, and it has been bothering me."

Ginny nodded, sipping her water.

"He won't touch me...like that." Hermione blushed and a momentarily confused Ginny's jaw dropped as she understood.

"You two haven't fuc-"

"Ginerva!" Hermione interjected, darting a look around.

Ginny stopped herself. "I mean you haven't tangoed yet?"

"Not since before..."

Ginny looked flabbergasted. "Talk about restraint. Have you tried-"

"I have tried everything. He'll touch but not play, in that sense of the word." Hermione mumbled miserably. "He can get me all worked up, and then he puts his hands back in his pockets and goes away."

Ginny considered. "Maybe he's afraid of you being hurt?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Anyone can see I'm fine. I'm actually getting kind of pissed about it."

Ginny placed a hand over hers on the table and looked at her pityingly. "He found you, Mione. He was the one who found you tied to a table, bleeding and bruised. Draco watched as a psychopath hurt you. It's not something you forget." Ginny added gently. Hermione realized she wasn't just talking about her. Ginny and Harry too had seen each other in a similar condition.

Hermione nodded and took a deep breath. "I guess my plotting will have to continue then. Would you like to help me seduce Draco?"

Ginny laughed. "Let's order some food first. Little Potter is hungry."
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