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“Hey, I didn’t realise you were here.” Draco announced from the door of the kitchen as I made myself a cup of coffee.

I looked up at him, startled. “Hmm yeah, I just got back a minute ago.” I replied, looking back down at the steaming hot liquid I was stirring around in the mug. It had been seven hours since my encounter with Blaise at my office and I had thought about absolutely nothing else since. Just returning home had been a tremendous effort for me; having to see Draco when I knew what I had done was wrong made me feel overcome with guilt.

Draco crossed the small kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck. I closed my eyes, loving his scent, but feeling sick from his touch. I wished I could hold him without feeling guilty. This entire thing had become a mess so quickly. I was scared about what might happen. Would Draco find out what I had done?

I hadn’t made a decision about Blaise and me yet. I barely knew him yet my feelings for him seemed so strong. But it made me wonder what I really felt about him. It was mainly lust; I knew that much. But there was more to it that I couldn’t quite comprehend. Hearing his desire for me dated back to our seventh year had thrown me off track. I was confused about what I really wanted.

It also made me think about just how much I really did love Draco. If I was seriously debating being with Blaise, it didn’t mean much to my relationship with Draco.

“You left early this morning. I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.” Draco said against my hair, his breath hot on my neck.

I sighed softly, letting the spoon drop into the mug. “I had to fix up one more thing with Scott and Mars. I wanted to get it done before the office filled up.” I lied, the guilt weighing down on me when I thought about Blaise’s lips on mine, his hands in my hair, my body pressed up against his. Shivers ran down my spine as an image of his violet eyes flashed across my vision. “Sorry.” I added to Draco.

Draco nodded. “It’s OK. I missed you, that’s all.”

“I missed you too.” As the words left my mouth, I knew they were true. Despite how whacked up my feelings were right now, I still loved Draco. At least I was certain about one thing. But I still had to sort out this entire issue with his best friend.

Draco moved around and kissed my lips softly. A rugged breath escaped my mouth as it usually did, and I didn’t doubt for one minute that I was confused about my feelings for Draco. They were real. Our relationship was real. I was comforted a little by this.

Without hesitation, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him, giving myself wholeheartedly to him. All thoughts of my coffee slipped from my mind. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and my heart skipped several beats. He held me to him, crushing my body against his. I felt his warmth all over me and my guilt left me for the first time since yesterday. I felt slightly normal.

After long moments of being tangled in each other’s arms, we pulled away and I resumed stirring my coffee as if everything were normal. Draco pulled down a glass and filled it to the top with water, taking a rather large swig.

“Oh,” he said as if just remembering something, “I thought we could go out for dinner with Blaise tonight seeing as we didn’t really have a chance to catch up properly yesterday.”

I choked on my coffee as I took a sip after hearing Blaise’s name and dinner strewn together in the same sentence. I coughed a bit, spluttering out the hot liquid, rounding on Draco. He looked at me, concerned.

“Huh?” I demanded, my throat sore and my tongue burnt.

Draco inclined his head sideways after assessing that I was OK. “What, you don’t want to?” He asked, confusion written across his face.

My mind raced. “It’s just… I hardly know him. We weren’t really best of friends at Hogwarts.” I quickly said to cover up my little outburst.

“That’s exactly why we should go. It’ll give you a chance to get to know him.” He said, relentless. Just like his old self.

I furrowed my eyebrows helplessly. I did not want to be in a situation with Blaise and Draco at the same table with me. It was hard to imagine. It would be so awkward. I didn’t want to think about it.

“Do you think it’s really a good idea? I mean, Blaise has made no efforts to be nice to me.” I couldn’t seem to think of enough excuses as to why I couldn’t go to dinner tonight.

“I’ll tell him to be nice. You’re a part of my life now and if he can’t respect that, then…” he didn’t finish his sentence. I knew exactly why.

I sighed, running a hasty hand through my hair. “I don’t know, Draco.”

“Hermione, please; just this once. If it doesn’t work out, I won’t make you see him again.” Draco promised, taking my hands in and squeezing them pleadingly.

I considered him for a moment. Draco thought I hated Blaise so therefore he didn’t exactly expect me to talk to him. I would be too embarrassed to talk to him anyway. I could work this to my advantage; I could avoid awkward conversation and keep Draco happy at the same time. I sighed, having no other choice.

“OK.” I said, squeezing his hands back.

He grinned at me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Thank you, Hermione. I love you.” I knew he was just sucking up to me, but I didn’t mind it. I grinned back and gave him a brief hug, knowing my happiness would be short lived when I would have to see Blaise again.

*


The restaurant was much less crowded than I had expected. Draco held my arm as he led me through the tables to our booth. I slid in, followed by him, and we sat in silence waiting for Blaise to arrive. Draco picked up the menu a couple of times and set it back down again, not really reading it. I could tell he was a little on edge. I knew he was nervous about seeing Blaise again, about seeing how he would react now that he had had time to cool off.

It was odd, really. Draco was worried about Blaise not accepting our engagement, but for completely different reasons than the ones I knew to be true. He was expecting Blaise to disapprove of our engagement because I was not the ‘ideal’ bride. But I knew Blaise disapproved because he wanted me for himself.

I glanced down at my engagement ring; the diamond caught the soft lighting on the lamp alongside the table, accentuating its importance. My stomach churned with guilt and I glanced across at Draco. He was nervously tapping his fingers on the table. I felt so sorry for him.

It was then that Blaise arrived, his black hair slightly whipped from the outside wind. He cast aside his coat and slid into the booth on Draco’s side, avoiding my eyes.

“Hi, mate.” Draco said, clamping Blaise’s back encouragingly.

Blaise smiled back at him. “Wotcher. Thanks for the invite. My cupboards are stark empty.” His violet eyes remained on Draco the entire time.

“No problem. I thought you and Hermione could get acquainted.” Draco offered.

Blaise’s eyes switched onto me and I could feel their violet brilliance piercing into my forehead. I did not look up from my menu no matter how much I wanted to. I could not bear to look him directly in the eyes for fear of doing something that I would later regret.

Draco must’ve sensed my hesitance because he slipped his arm around my waist and leaned in close. I instantly froze, but relaxed when he whispered into my ear, “It’s OK; I told him to play nice.”

He didn’t remove his arm as he straightened up.

I forced my eyes up and connected gaze with Blaise. My heart skipped several beats as he winked at me. Oh, the audacity of the bastard! I glared at him, my old self pushing through. I grew up hating Slytherins and my old habits were hard to dispose of. No matter how much I lusted after Blaise, I was not going to take his crap.

Draco rubbed my back and I looked at him. He gave me a gentle warning look and I softened my features for his sake. But I didn’t look at Blaise again, staring at the menu as hard as I could until my eyes hurt.

It was safe to say that the night went OK. Draco and Blaise shared an easy conversation, including me every now and then, but mainly catching up after so many years apart. I was quite contented to watch from the sidelines. I took this as my chance to study Blaise, to delve deeper into his personality. I figured it would help my confusion. But if anything, it confused me more. He was an incredible man, from the sound of it.

Draco kept bringing up how Blaise was the ‘sissy’ of the Slytherins. When they would play pranks on other students, Blaise would stay out of everything. And he was a good student too, always doing his homework and never giving the teachers a reason to dislike him. And I also gathered that Blaise was extremely caring by the way he talked about his childhood and such. He was also dead witty. I found it hard to restrain my giggles when he cracked his hilarious jokes.

But then he had his downsides. He was insensitive and arrogant, and his ego was just as big as Draco’s. I cringed whenever he displayed one of these traits. It was hard to watch.

By the end of the evening, I had done enough observing to know that Blaise was just as Slytherin as the rest of them in his own way. But my lust was not swayed, and neither was my confusion.

Draco excused himself from the table to go the bathroom before we left, leaving me alone in the secluded booth with Blaise. I tried to avoid his gaze, but found that it was drawn to his. We had a staring contest; I kept expecting Blaise to grow tired and look away, but he would not relent. Two could play at that game.

“So, have you had fun, Granger?” He smirked.

He may have spilled his guts to me just this morning, but he was already back to his old self. I rolled my eyes (without breaking eye contact, of course).

“Sure. Listening to you ramble on about yourself is definitely my idea of fun.” I drawled sarcastically. Wow, I thought when I noticed my tone of voice, I’ve been hanging around Draco too much.

Blaise’s smirk widened. “I would’ve thought you’d like listening to my voice. It does turn you on, after all.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

I groaned in disgust, but this was of course to hide my real reaction to his suggestion. It was true. Another thing I had gathered in the hour or so that I had listened to Blaise was that he had the sexiest voice I had ever heard. It was deep, husky, and highly alluring. This had not helped in my decision-making of my feelings.

Blaise chuckled. He then slid over in the seat so that his thigh was touching mine. I tensed up, tearing my gaze away from his to swallow nervously. I felt his fingers under my chin and that was when every bad thing I had observed about him tonight was forgotten. He turned me to face him and I swallowed again.

“Zabini, no… not here. Draco’s due back any –”

“Shhh,” he whispered. He leaned in close so that I could feel his breath on my mouth for the third time since yesterday. “We should make it quick then.”

He brushed his lips against mine and my mind melted away yet again. This time I did not think; I kissed him back right away, urgency sparking through me, running my hands through his soft wind-swept hair. I exhaled deeply, sighing in contentment, my body taking over once again.

Before I was ready to stop, Blaise pulled away and fixed his hair, moving away from me to the position in which he was situated before. I exhaled deeply, wiping his taste from my lips as I saw Draco exit the bathroom and make his way over to our table. I smiled at him as he approached, and he returned the gesture.

“Ready to leave?” He asked, extending his hand to help me out of the booth.

I quickly glanced over at Blaise to see his irritating smirk before gladly taking Draco’s hand. “Am I ever.” I glared at Blaise as Draco bid him goodnight.



A/N: OK, so I just happened to have a lot of spare time on my hands today, hence why this was written so quickly. But don't get used to it! *winks*

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