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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Hermione told her parents she had invited a friend from Hogwarts to spend Christmas day with them. When she told them that friend was Draco Malfoy, they were nonplussed.

“Wasn’t he the boy who was mean to you for being Muggle-born?” her father asked.

“Yes, but we were study partners last year and we got on well,” Hermione replied.

“He’s welcome here, Hermione,” her mother, Jean, said. She gave her daughter a reassuring smile.

After dinner with her parents, Hermione returned to her flat. Jean Granger sat at the kitchen island, watching her husband Richard put dishes into the dishwasher.

“Richard, I have a confession to make.”

“What’s that, love?”

“Last summer, when Hermione was at work, I put some of her books back in her room and saw her open diary on her desk. I wasn’t trying to read it, but I saw a few sentences about her and Draco Malfoy. They had some kind of relationship and I don’t think it ended how she wanted it to.” Jean took a sip of her coffee while she looked at her distinguished husband.

“Hmm. She hasn’t really been the same since she left Hogwarts. I thought she was sad to be graduating and leaving her friends, but now that you mention it, she did behave like she had a broken heart. I wonder what he did?”

Jean laughed, “Oh, Richard, I love how you assume that he did something to her. She’s your daughter through and through.”

“Too right. Well, I’m curious to meet this young man. I have to make sure he’s good enough for our Hermione.”

“If she thinks he’s good enough, that’s enough for me,” Jean said to her protective husband.

“We’ll see.”

After Hermione had been to Malfoy Manor, Draco began to walk her home from work on a nightly basis. On the fifth night, she invited him into her flat for tea.

They sat at her tiny kitchen table after she had served them hot cups of creamy, sweet tea.

“Are you still seeing that tall bloke?” Draco asked. Hermione was taken aback. How had Draco known about Grayson?

She gave him a long look, but shook her head. “I’m not seeing him any more.”

Draco felt a sense of relief. “Good.”

His hands went to her short hair.

“Why did you cut it?”

“I needed a change. I wanted to be somebody besides the bushy haired bookworm.”

Precisely a week after she ended her affair with Draco, Hermione went to the chicest salon she could find and had the stylist make her into someone new. There was something empowering about chopping off her trademark locks.

“I loved your long hair, but now I can see your face.”

Hermione blushed with Draco’s words and his attentions. He’s beautiful, she thought. His aristocratic features were intimidating: piercing, light grey eyes framed by expressive brows, a slightly pointed, superior nose, full, almost pretty lips. He’d let his hair grow over the past few years and it fell to mid back in a long braid. He was average height and his body was finely muscled from his long and strenuous Quidditch practices during school. There was an elfin quality to his looks Hermione found charming. She knew most women were attracted to him for his Malfoy pedigree and his Galleons, but he was smart and funny in a sarcastic, sharp way.

Be careful, Hermione. Thinking about Malfoy so affectionately won’t end well for you.

She took a deep breath.

“Today was my last day of work for the semester. Next week I’ll be studying for my exams.”

Draco knew how seriously she took her studies. “Are you staying here when you’re on break?”

“No, I’ll be at my parents’ for the holiday. Let me give you the address so you can floo over on Christmas day around 4:00 p.m.”

Hermione handed him the address. Draco stood and headed for the door.

“Well, goodnight,” Hermione said to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” he said and quickly pressed a kiss to her crown.

It had been over a week and Draco had left Hermione to her studies. Having observed her over the past few months, he found it ridiculous that she skipped meals so often when she was distracted. How did she study when she was hungry?

Draco had Beenie prepare a simple meal for him to take to Hermione. It was dinner time and he hoped she would be in her flat. Draco Apparated to her building, entered in her pilfered code and walked up to her place. When he got to the door, he heard a man’s voice inside. Draco felt his blood begin to boil.

His fist banged on her door.

In the flat, Harry Potter looked up at the door. Hermione had the sneaking suspicion it would be Draco.

“Let me get that, Hermione,” Harry said to his friend.

Harry opened the door to find a scowling Draco. Draco looked shocked for a second before he schooled his face into a sneer.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” Harry spat at the haughty-looking wizard.

Before Draco could think about what he was saying, the words were erupting from his mouth.

“Probably the same as you, Potter. Enjoying a quick fuck from your hot little friend.”

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth, tears burning her eyes. She walked behind a furious Harry, holding his shoulder, pulling him back into the flat.

“It’s okay, Harry. Just give us a second,” she said, her voice trembling.

Hermione closed the door and stepped into the hallway.

“What is he doing here?” Draco said menacingly.

“I don’t answer to you, Malfoy. I thought…I don’t know what I thought. Just go.” She turned to grab the door handle, but a rough hand on her wrist stopped her.

She was facing the door, but something inside her felt the need to tell him the truth.

“Harry is my friend, Draco. But if we were together, he would treat me better than this,” she said quietly, shaking off his wrist and going back into her flat.

Draco threw the wrapped meal at the wall and Disapparated with a shotgun-like bang. He didn’t give a bloody fuck if he got fined by the Ministry, he needed to get as far away from this flat as he could.

Hermione jumped at the sharp sound of Draco’s departure. Harry had been near the door, listening to her conversation with Malfoy. He put his arm over Hermione’s shoulder, guiding her to the bed.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he said in his straightforward way.

They sat side by side, while Hermione took calming breaths.

“Do you remember that we were paired for a ton of projects last year?” Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. He had felt sorry for Hermione, stuck with that git in the library for hours on end.

“We got on, I suppose. Then we got physically involved. I thought we were moving to become a couple, but he never wanted anyone to know about us.”

“Did you expect different from him, Hermione?”

“I did. I have no idea why. Anyway, I broke it off with him before we graduated. He didn’t take it well.”

Harry looked at her face, wet with tears. Over the years, Malfoy had made her cry one too many times. Harry didn’t understand why Hermione would put herself in this position.

“Why was he here tonight? He looked like he wanted to kill me.” Harry had always stood up to Malfoy, but there was something feral in the way he had looked this evening.

“He thinks he has some kind of hold over me. He found me a few weeks after the semester started. I missed him, Harry. What’s wrong with me?” she cried, dropping her head onto Harry’s chest. He held her, feeling her thin frame shake. He wanted to thrash Malfoy.

Hermione was many wonderful things, but she’d never be the one thing Draco would want in a partner: a pure-blood. Harry knew Hermione knew this. She was torturing herself with this spoiled, mean arsehole. He’d never put his fortune or his ties to his family in jeopardy for a relationship with a Muggle-born.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said.

“Thanks, Harry. Can we keep this between us?”

“Yeah, sure.”
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