Hermione stretched and gripped the sheets on the bed tight. She rolled over on her right side and stared out ahead of her. She furrowed her brow and sat up, becoming aware of two things: she wasn’t in her bedroom (or her own flat for that matter) and there was a draft. Hermione pushed the sheets away from her and then quickly pulled them back, fully realizing why she was feeling such a big “draft.” She quickly racked her brain of the events of the night before seeing as though she couldn’t recall them. After a couple of seconds her mind started rolling again, and some things flashed across her memory: Diagon Alley, snippy comments, a sneer, laughter, and then Draco Malfoy’s face. Hermione angrily swung her legs off of the bed and wrapped the sheets around her.

“Damn that ferret,” She said as she gazed around the room. The flat was new according to what she could see and from what she could remember Draco telling her. Because of that, she had no idea where to look for her clothes. Hermione glanced to her left and found her underwear on the night table. She shook her head and shivered, taking it and slipping it on. Upon further investigation of the bedroom, she found her bra in front of the bed, denims and shirt by the door, yet her shoes were no where in sight. Luckily her wand was in her denims’ pocket, so a simple spell made them come soaring through the door she had opened and fall by her feet. Just as she was about to disapparate and shower away all of her shame, she stopped at the feeling that she wasn’t alone, and turned around to see the devil himself standing in the doorway with a brow cocked.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Draco asked her with a stern tone. It was Hermione’s turn to raise her brow.

“Where do you think?” She snapped at him as she crossed her arms. “Home, and don’t you dare follow me.”

“Humph, you’d think that after last night you’d be a bit more chippy.” He smirked and closed the door. Hermione snorted and began searching the room for her jacket that she was fifty percent sure she had worn there.

“You’re so full of yourself, Draco. I don’t know why I keep sleeping with you.”

“Because,” He said as took advantage of the fact that she was near the bed and leaning under it. “You know I’m right better than Potter and Weasley combined.”

Hermione gave a small squeal of surprise when she felt one of his arms under her legs and the other under one of her arms and supporting her back. For a moment she was in the air and the next laying on the bed she had not long ago fled from with Draco hovering on top of her.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked, referring to the last thing he said. Hermione huffed and then grinned evilly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“And how would you know? You haven’t slept with them, have you?”

“Mood killer,”

Hermione laughed and then wriggled form underneath him, spotting her jacket casually hung on a hook on the bathroom door. She slipped it on and watched Draco lie flat on his back as she put on her shoes.

“Alright, now this is the last time.” She told him.

“Here we go… We’re never having sex with each other again.” Draco said in a mocking tone. “That’s what you said, when was it? Friday or Saturday..?”

Both days,” Hermione mumbled. “But come on, this is serious. We can’t keep dropping into each other’s lives every couple of months, give a hi and hello, have a few sexual encounters and then move on with our lives and do it all over again. It’s ridiculous.”

“But you give me a break from shagging all of those ditzy girls.” He whined after he sat up from his reclining position. “What do you expect me to do?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and went over to him. She placed a hand on each of his thighs and kissed him quick and rough; being sure to pull away just as he was beginning to enjoy himself and said, “Stop shagging ditzy girls.”

“Clever,” Draco smiled as he tugged on her hips and pulled on top of him. “Half an hour..?”

“…We really,-”

“Hermione please,” He moaned in her ear. She bit her lip and then unintentionally rolled her eyes when his lips moved from her ear to the spot just below it. What he did next made her emit a few out of pitch sounds and then peel off the jacket she had recently put on.

“Twenty minutes, you hear me?”

“Whatever you say,” Draco smirked.


Hermione left Draco’s flat after almost an hour. He was lying shirtless and teasing her about when she was coming back. She told him hopefully never, but all he did was laugh and blow kisses at her which she ignored and disapparated. Once she got home, she sighed, kicked the wall and then collapsed onto her sofa. Turning her head to face one of the sofa’s cushions, Hermione frowned and tossed it away after realizing that it had Draco’s scent all over it.

“What is wrong with me?” Hermione asked herself. In fact, she asked herself that every time Draco came into her life. She was twenty-five, and for the past three years, every two to three months, the old serpent would leave his cage and find his way to her whether it was Owling her to meet him for lunch for simply bumping into her on the street like the previous night. It was an odd thing between them. Hermione honestly had no true feelings for him, and she was sure that he didn’t have any for her. Yet it happened every time they were together and showed no signs of slowing down after three years of on and off again shagging.

Shaking her head, Hermione went and stripped herself of her clothes in order to take a shower. Once she was finished, she felt a bit better, dressed for the new day and went out to her living room at the sound of her fireplace being activated. Soon she was being hugged by Ginny who wore all smiles.

“Well, someone’s happy.” Hermione commented.

“Not as happy as you… You’ve got this, I don’t know, look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said as evasively as possible, but it wasn’t working. Ginny got her inquisitive smirk on her face and forced her friend to sit down on the sofa in order to tell her all about it.

“Gin, you’re not going to like it.”

“Oh please, what’s there not to like? You don’t have a boyfriend at the moment, so it’s good to know you’re not going to waste. So, who is he?”

“…You really don’t want to know.”

“Will you just spill it already? Anyone is better than…” Ginny trailed off of her words and stared at Hermione who was trying desperately to keep her gaze towards the floor. “Please, please, don’t tell me you slept with Draco again!”

“I couldn’t help it!”

“You’ve got to be kidding! ‘Mione, come on,-”

“But you don’t understand-”

“Oh, I don’t? Well, let’s see. As far as I know, you’re not dating him-”

“No, but-”

“You don’t like him-”

“Not deeply, no-”

“He’s not even a rebound guy! Why, oh why are you sleeping with him?!”

Hermione bit her lip and crossed her arms. Ginny was sitting there waiting for an answer, and there was only one that she could give:

“Just because,”

“…You’re a twisted woman, ‘Mione. Completely twisted,”


Hermione was biting her nails. She had received an owl from Draco moments ago to have dinner with him. By all rights she should’ve told him no, but terribly enough, memories of the previous night and of earlier that morning made her say yes, and now she was dressed accordingly and apparating over to Draco’s flat.

She crossed her arms as soon as she got there and scoffed. The lights were dimmed all throughout the flat and she could smell sweet aromas that definitely didn’t belong to the food. She was about to head back home when she closed her eyes at the sound of Draco’s voice. Upon opening them, she saw that he was standing in front of her with two wine glasses.

“Well?” Draco asked her. Hermione took one of the glasses and took a long sip from it before licking her lips and smiling.


“Anything to get you into my bed within ten minutes,”

“Straight to desert huh..? You certainly know how to treat a lady.” She said sarcastically. Sighing, she knew that it was happening. Draco’s hand was on her waist by now and pulling her closer by the second. Hermione, fortunately enough, managed to push him away, drinking more of the wine in her hand to distract her.

“What’s the matter with you now?”

“The fact that this was supposed to be dinner and not a shagging session is the matter with me. Can we please just have a sex-less evening?”

Draco, grudgingly, nodded and Hermione smiled. They both went into the dining room and settled down in their chairs. They ate their meals in silence with the exception of the sound of clanking silverware. After the food was all gone, they sat drinking their liquor and listening to the sound of the clock on the wall. Not a full sentence had passed between them and the tension continued to build incredibly.

“Well,” Draco said as he stood. He walked around the table and held out his hand to Hermione who stared at it. “Tired of the quiet now?”

Hermione didn’t want to admit it, but the basic fact was that for the past hour she was bored to bits. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and took his hand.

“It’s a right shame we can only enjoy each other’s company in bed.” Hermione told him. Draco grinned and picked her up in his arms.

“Are you complaining?” He asked her. She kissed him under the chin and shook her head.

“No, not really,”

The two of them laughed and went up to Draco’s bedroom for a consecutive night of love-making, just because.
author's note: wow, okay so i got this idea from reading the first chapter of "Awfully Wedded" by xxVickyyxx just because it was written soooooooo well and the interactions between Draco and Hermione were very entertaining. So, i'd like to say thanks for the idea if you're reading this, and to everyone else please leave a review and drop off your ideas :) thanks!!

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