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By: Gryffindorgirl153

Chapter Sixteen

Hermione growled. “Would you just bloody shut up and kiss me?” she said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

Draco smirked triumphantly. “Why, I’d love to.” And he devoured her lips once more.

Their night was perfect. But morning had to come and ruin it all.

Chapter Seventeen

Before Draco could even open his eyes the next morning, he knew that there was something different. It was quiet- too quiet. Unlike his usual mornings, he felt content – and, dare he say – happy. Shifting his body slightly, he felt a slight difference in his mattress. Then it all hit him, like a hex – Hermione.

Draco’s eyes shot open and it took him a moment to adjust his vision to the light streaming in from his curtains. His eyes landed on Hermione, sleeping soundly beside him. Her bare back was facing him, and he couldn’t help but notice that his thin white sheets barely covered her naked body. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Last night’s events came flooding back into his mind, and he gulped loudly. “Oh shit.” He whispered.

Despite his surprise and partial regret, his eyes fell upon Hermione once more. Draco watched her body rise and fall, in correlation to her breathing. Her soft skin shined in the sunlight, and her hair glistened – despite its messy state. She was absolutely beautiful, and he found himself wishing that he could spend forever watching her sleep. Regrettably, Draco placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her body slightly. “Hermione.” He said, his voice cracking. “Hermione, wake up.”

On the other side of the bed, Hermione frowned as she felt someone shake her awake. An annoyed sound escaped her mouth and she rolled over to the other side of her body. Draco sucked in a breath as Hermione now faced him. Her breast, were exposed due to the sheets falling around her stomach, and her face drew perfection. He found himself fighting the urge to run his hands up and down her skin while kissing down her neck, shoulders chest … he quickly shook his head, getting rid of his fantasies.

“Hermione, wake up.” Draco said louder, carefully shaking her awake. “Hermione, you’re in my bed and we’re both naked.” He whispered in her ear. Before he knew it, his hands flew to his head as he felt a rush of pain sweep to the left side of his brain. “What the hell!” he exclaimed loudly, backing away from the surprised brunette on the edge of his bed.

Hermione sat on the corner of his large bed, wide-eyed. “Malfoy, what did we do last night?” she asked him fearfully. “Please tell me we didn’t have sex.”

“We didn’t have sex.” Draco muttered, still partially annoyed that she had physically hurt him – again.

She eyed him carefully. “Are you lying?” Hermione asked slowly.

“Oh, I don’t know Granger.” Draco said, shoving the sheets off his body and strutting out of bed. “We both woke up together – naked. Last thing I remember last night is you shushing me up with,” Playfully, Draco walked closer to Hermione – stopping when his face was centimeters away from hers. “This.” He planted his lips on hers, and pulled back immediately. A slight chaste kiss, but he knew it would drive her insane.

By the time Draco stood up straight as he pulled on his boxers, Hermione was sitting on his bed – seething. “Cover yourself up, Granger.” Draco laughed, throwing the closest piece of clothing towards her.

Pulling the white shirt off her head, Hermione slipped Draco’s large shirt through her arms, and buttoned it down as she followed him out his door. “My mum’s out.” He said, reading a note taped to the mirror in the hallway. “Looks like we’ve got the house to ourselves for the day.” He set the note down on the small rectangular table and continued down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Hermione frowned and picked up the note again, reading it herself. “Thank goodness your mom isn’t home.” She said, walking into the kitchen before she started brewing coffee.

He laughed, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a carton of eggs along with some sausages and bacon. “Breakfast time.” Draco said, grinning. He pulled out a frying pan from the cupboard and started a fire on the stove. All the while he began fixing them breakfast magically, Hermione sat on the countertop, watching him intently.

She watched as he softly hummed to himself – a lullaby that she had heard Ginny sing to Teddy when he was still young. Her eyes trailed towards his bare body, and noticed that muscles that lined his skin. “How do you like your eggs?” Draco asked, turning to her, shaking her from her trance.

“Scrambled please.” Hermione replied, jumping off the countertop. She pulled out two mugs from the cupboard and poured both of them a cup of coffee. “Cream?” she asked him, taking a small carton of coffee cream from the refrigerator.

“Lots of it.” Draco replied, using his wand to flip Hermione’s eggs of the frying pan.

After she had fixed both of them coffee, she stopped, hovering over the sink and sighed. Hermione looked over to Draco once more, who was now placing bacon on the pan. “You know Granger,” Draco began, causing Hermione to avert her eyes from his body and towards his face. “I can get used to mornings like this.” He said, with a genuine smile on his face.

Hermione stared at him for a moment, and she found herself smiling as well. “So can I.” She replied.

They sat together quietly. Draco was still in his boxers, and Hermione was wearing only Draco’s white button-down shirt. The Daily Prophet rested in Hermione’s hand as she read the headline news. To Hermione’s left, Draco sat quietly, absentmindedly stirring his coffee with a small spoon. “Draco, what are you doing?” Hermione asked without lifting her eyes from the front page.

“What are you talking about?” He asked her.

She broke her gaze from the newspaper and looked down at her left hand, which was idly resting on the table. Draco’s hand rested above hers, tracing small circles on the surface of her skin. He quickly drew his hand back to his own body. “Sorry – I didn’t realize I was doing it.” He said softly, bashfully looking away.

Hermione chuckled. She set the prophet down on the table and continued eating her breakfast. Every now and then, she would cast Draco a nervous glance, wondering what he was thinking about. “Okay, I can’t take this.” She exclaimed loudly after five minutes of silence. “How can you be so calm about it?” Hermione asked him quickly.

He started at her, bewildered at her outburst. “Excuse me?” Draco questioned, putting his fork down. “What are you on about now, Granger?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you meant, what am I on about? We just had sex last night!” Hermione shouted.

“Say it louder, I don’t think the Weasley’s heard you all the way over at the Burrow.” Draco said, nonchalantly.

Once more, Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Don’t give me that crap, Malfoy. We just had sex, and you’re acting so calm about it! It’s as if this is some normal routine for you.”

He shrugged. “What do you suppose we do about it then?” Draco questioned. “Would you like to talk about it, is that what you want to do?”

“I’d like to know why we had sex, Malfoy.” Hermione snapped, glaring at him.

“Well, Granger.” Draco began. “You see, when a man and a woman are together and feel some sort of attraction for each other – there’s a slight chance that they start feeling, what’s the word. Turned on. Now if they’re… turned on enough, then it eventually-"

“Don’t get smart with me.” Hermione snapped angrily. “I know why people have sex, Malfoy. What I’m asking is, why did WE have sex?”

He paused before answering. “Well, like I said. When people feel some sort of attraction for - "

She blinked, surprised. “So you’re saying you feel some sort of attraction for me?” Hermione asked him, cutting him off for the second time.

“What?” Draco asked, his mind not registering what Hermione had just said.

She rolled her eyes. “You heard me.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t believe that I did.”

“You just said that you’re attracted to me.” Hermione replied, her tone sounded slightly amused.

Draco stared at her. “No I didn’t.” His heart began pounding wildly in his chest. ‘Had I really said that?’ he mentally questioned himself.

“Yes you did. You said, when a man and a woman feel some sort of attraction for one another then they have sex.” Hermione replied. She sat there, staring at him wide-eyed.

“That doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you, Granger.” He replied quickly, dropping his gaze and turning back to his breakfast. “Get a hold of yourself.” Draco felt his face flush with heat, and he silently hoped to himself that Hermione would not notice.

Hermione laughed loudly. “What is that on your cheeks, Malfoy?” she asked. “Oh don’t tell me, Draco Malfoy is blushing?” Hermione laughed loudly, throwing her head back in amusement. “Oh this is amazing. You’re so cute, Malfoy. I didn’t know you could blush.”

He glowered at her. “It is not cute.” Draco muttered angrily under his breath.

Clearly embarrassed, Draco sat, quietly eating his breakfast, without lifting his eyes from his plate. Hermione followed suit, except she took short glances at Draco every once in a while, causing a smile to form on her face. Once she had cleared her plate of food, she cleared her throat and walked to the sink, remembering the point of their previous conversation. “Do you remember the conditions of our fake marriage?” she asked him, breaking the silence.

“Of course I do.” There was a moment of silence before Draco had answered her. He stood in the kitchen with his back to her, pouring himself another cup of coffee. “No sex.”

She nodded, staring at him. “Draco, last night was a mistake.” Hermione forced out. “We shouldn’t have done it.”

He scoffed and turned around to face her. “Granger, it was just sex.” Draco reassured her, knowing that it was a lie. He tore his eyes away from her big, brown eyes, unable to speak completely lies to her face. “Meaningless sex. It’s not like we sat there and confessed our undying love for one another.” He continued, swallowing loudly. “It meant nothing, it was just an act of ..” he trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Meaningless passion?” Hermione finished for him, her voice turning angry. “Right, so last night just meant nothing to you?” she asked sourly, rolling her eyes. “Alright, Malfoy.” She said, dropping her plate in the sink angrily. “Last night never happened then. We can just forget about it.” Was the last thing Hermione had said to him, before she stormed out of the kitchen and into Draco’s bedroom – slamming the door behind her, and leaving Draco alone in the kitchen, completely baffled.

Hours Later

By the time Hermione emerged from his bedroom ever since she had stormed out of the kitchen, Draco had settled down on the couch, with a book opened on his lap. His eyes scanned the pages of the novel, however a certain furious brunette, sitting in his bedroom has been occupying his mind for the last few hours, disabling him from focusing on anything else. The image of Hermione’s face the moment he woke up was etched in his mind, along with their argument.

Around six-thirty in the evening, Draco heard his bedroom door open, followed by the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He immediately averted his eyes from the book on his lap, and turned towards the hallway, expecting to see Hermione. However, what he didn’t expect was to see a gorgeous looking Hermione walk straight past him and to the fireplace.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked hesitantly, sensing the coldness of her attitude.

Hermione grabbed her wand on the coffee table, allowing Draco to get a whiff of her intoxicating scent. “Out.” She replied shortly after his question. She was wearing a tight fitting dress, which stopped at mid-thigh. Her black pumps showed off the length of her legs, and her dressed hugged her curves perfectly. She pulled out an off-white coat, and pulled it over her shoulders. “Don’t wait for me tonight.” Was the last thing she said before she threw floo powder into the fireplace, and disappeared into the flames.

Draco groaned and allowed his head to fall back against the pillows behind him. “Granger.” He groaned.


“Whoa, slow down, Hermione.” Ginny said, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder as she watched Hermione drown herself in firewhiskey. “What’s wrong with you tonight?” she asked, concerned, placing a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. Ginny pulled the large bottle of whiskey away from Hermione and in front of Harry who was sitting beside her.

Hermione shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing.” She said, pulling the bottle of whiskey away from Harry’s hands and back in front of her. She poured herself another glass, and swallowed quickly.

As Harry watched her drink, he frowned. “Hermione, you never liked how whiskey tasted.” He said, pulling the half empty bottle away from her once more. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked her, screwing the cap back onto the bottle and placed it on the floor by his feet.

“Harry, would you stop?” Hermione asked angrily, attempting to get the bottle back from him. “I’m a big girl now, I can drink all I want.”

“No, Hermione.” Harry said as he placed all the alcoholic drinks set out on the table, out of her reach. “You’ve had enough to drink for now.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up, fixing her tight dress. “Fine, I’ll just go to the bar and get more.” She snapped. Hermione grabbed her purse off the table and walked through the crowd of people on the dance floor. The loud, blaring music caused Hermione’s head to pound through her skull. The flickering lights made her go dizzy, but she managed to get her way to the crowded bar. “Give me anything strong and sweet.” She told the bartender, pulling out a few sickles from her purse. “Thanks.”

“Anything strong and sweet?” A deep voice came from beside Hermione. “What’s a girl like you doing, drinking the night away?” the man asked. “Shouldn’t you be at home, reading, like the bookworm you are?”

Bookworm. Hermione’s head turned so quickly that she had to take a while to focus her eyes on the man sitting beside her. “Oh, Wesley.” She sighed, slightly disappointed.

“Oh, Wesley?” he asked. “Why, Miss Granger – You sound disappointed.” Wesley said with a small smile on his face. “We’re you expecting someone else?”

She shrugged and took her drink from the bartender. “Thanks.” She said quietly.

“Is there something wrong?” Wesley asked. “Why don’t you take a seat?” he pointed to the vacant seat that was on the other side of Hermione.

Hermione sighed and sat down, crossing her legs. “You look gorgeous tonight.” He complemented, raking his eyes up and down her legs. “So what are we drinking to?” Wesley questioned as he picked up his drink and raised it in the air. “I have a feeling this has something to do with a certain stubborn blonde.”

“Nope.” Hermione answered simply. “Is there something wrong with a girl going out with her friends for a drink?” she asked him, finishing the last of her drink.

Wesley chuckled. “Well, Hermione. Your outfit is screaming – ‘I’m having a fight with my boyfriend, so come get it while you can’. And not to mention, you’re drinking as if you don’t care what you do for the rest of the night.” He pointed out. “If I know Draco, he would like to have his fiancé home at a decent hour if he were to allow her to go out and get a drink with her friends – especially if she left the house looking like that.”

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I thought this dress needed a night out.” She replied. “It’s been in my closet for the longest time.”

“Well, if Draco’s not the problem then what’s wrong with you?” he questioned, placing a steady hand on her thigh.

Hermione ignored this gesture and shrugged once more. “I’m just tired of this.” She said, asking for another drink from the bartender. “I don’t know why I’m putting up with Draco, it’s not like any of this is worth it.”

“So this is about Draco.” Wesley said as he began stroking light circles around her thighs. “I was under the impression that you and Draco were happy together,” he said, putting on a confused look. “Perhaps I missed something.” He frowned.

“Here you go, darling.” The bartender smiled and set the drink in front of Hermione. “Enjoy yourself, now.”

“Thank you.” Hermione said politely, and took a swig of the red tinted vodka. She had trouble swallowing it, but nevertheless, she continued drinking. “No, we are. Well for the most part.” Hermione explained. “How can I say this? Draco and I – we’re … complicated.” She finished.

Wesley turned his body and positioned himself closer to Hermione, allowing his hand to rise higher up her thigh. “Well, what relationship isn’t complicated?” he asked sympathetically. “And you’re in a relationship with THE Draco Malfoy.” He said, his tone sounded slightly amused. “There’s nothing simple when it comes to Draco Malfoy.”

She laughed. “Of course.”

“If you’re having so much trouble with Draco, then why are you still with him?” he asked her, moving his hand up and down her thigh, loving the feeling of her soft skin against the palm of his hand. “Just leave him.” Wesley said simply.

Hermione stared at him with disbelief. “I can’t leave him.” She said.

A chuckle slipped past his lips. “Draco isn’t worth it baby, trust me.” He said.

“You were his friend, Wesley.” She said. “How can you say such things about him?”

Wesley shrugged. “Why don’t you spend the night with me tonight?” he asked her. He began tracing his finger along the line where the end of her dress met her leg. “You won’t have to see Draco later tonight.”

She shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t.” Hermione said. “I have plans with Ginny tonight.”

“Let Ginny have her fun with Harry tonight.” Wesley said in attempt to convince her. He leaned forward and offered Hermione a sweet smile. “You can spend the night with me tonight, Hermione.” He leaned forward even more. Hermione could feel his breathe against her face, and she soon grew uncomfortable under his touch.

“No.” She told him sternly, and pushed herself off the stool and onto her feet. “I’ve got to get back to my friends.” Hermione said, grabbing her purse off the bar. “I’ll see you around, Wesley.”

However, Wesley didn’t share the same ideas as Hermione did. He pushed himself off the chair as well, and stepped in front of Hermione, trapping her in between him and the bar. “You don’t have to be this well kempt girl all the time, you know that?” he told her, pressing his body against hers.

“Get off me.” Hermione said, placing her hands on his chest in attempt to push his body away from hers. “Wesley, get off.”

About ten minutes ago

Draco stood in Pansy’s kitchen, pacing back and forth – from one end of the counter to the other. He pulled his hand through his hair, making it look more tousled than it already was. “Draco, if you’re this worried- maybe you should just go look for her.” Pansy said, slightly annoyed that Draco was being so stubborn.

“I can’t just go searching for her, Pans.” He whined. “She’s already mad. If I go after her she’s going to think that I’m trying to control her. She’ll throw a bloody fit!”

She rolled her eyes again. “Draco, seriously- just go.” Pansy said. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate this gesture. This is Hermione we’re talking about. She’s not like other girls.”

Draco groaned in annoyance, and sat down in front of Pansy. “Sitting here complaining to me won’t do you any good. Now go after her.” She said, scowling. “I’ll call Ginny and ask her where she is. Chances are that they’re together.”

“Thanks Pansy.”

“Anytime, Draco.” She said. “Now sit tight.”

Draco apparated outside the wizard club Hermione went to that night, and slowly walked inside. The club was packed, and Draco believed that it would be almost impossible to find Hermione before the nigh was over. He spotted a bright head of hair sitting by a booth and made his way past several people, hoping that he had spotted the right redhead. “Ginny.” He said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Draco.” Ginny said, standing up. “Er, Hermione’s somewhere here. She’s been gone for about twenty minutes.” She said, looking around. “You could check the bar.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Draco!” Ginny called before Draco wandered off too far. “Did something happen between the two of you?” she asked. “Hermione can’t seem to stop drinking.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ginny.” He said. “Thanks anyways.”

Draco walked off further into the crowd. His heart raced as he spotted Hermione’s brown hair in the crowd of people. As Draco walked closer, he realized that she was leaning against some man, who had his arm wrapped around her waist. Anger boiled in his stomach and before he knew it, he was shoving past the crowd and towards Hermione with balled fists.

“Wesley, stop.” He heard Hermione shout.

He realized that Hermione was struggling under his grasp. As soon as he reached Hermione, Draco wrapped his left arm around Hermione’s waist, pulling her off Wesley with great force, causing her to stumble behind him. He balled his right hand into a fist, and pushed it forward, punching Wesley in the face. “Don’t ever, ever touch her.” Draco ordered angrily. “Ever.”

Turning around, he took Hermione’s hand tightly in his and pulled her through the crowd and out of the club. “You are never to see him anymore.” Draco said, clearly furious.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Hermione asked him, pulling her hand from his once they exited the club.

“He had his hands all over you!” Draco shouted angrily. “Do you seriously expect me to just stand there and do nothing?” he snapped. “Where’s your coat?” he asked, still angry.

Hermione looked away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. She felt the cold crawl around her body and into her dress. “It’s inside. With Ginny.” She muttered angrily, refusing to look Draco in the eye.

“Stay right here.” He ordered. “I’m serious, Hermione. Stay right here.”

Draco turned around and walked back into the club. In a few minutes, he returned to Hermione with her coat in hand, and placed it over her shoulders. “Stop being stubborn, and just put on the damn coat.” He snapped.

Hermione pushed her arms through the sleeves and moved away from Draco’s reach. “I don’t know what your problem is, Malfoy.” She told him angrily. “What is it to you if Wesley was touching me?” Hermione pulled her coat closer to her body, and buttoned it down. “It’s not like I mean much to you, anyway.”

“So is this what this is about?” Draco asked her, following her down the street. “You’re mad about what I said to you this morning?”

“I’m not mad.” Hermione snapped spitefully. “You just have no right coming here telling me what I can or cannot do.”

Draco reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards him. “You’re MY fiancé, Hermione.” He reminded her. “He was feeling you up! I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch you.” The thought of Wesley running his hands up and down Hermione’s body sickened him and caused anger to claw at his stomach.

She glared at him angrily. “Am I some kind of property now?” Hermione questioned sourly. “Are you going to go around punching every single person that touches me?” she shouted.

“If that’s what it takes, then yes, I will!” Draco exclaimed. “I don’t see why you’re getting so mad over this, Granger.” He snapped. “C’mon, I’m taking you home.” Draco told her, grabbing her hand and apparating them back to their flat.

The moment the two of them landed on their feet, Hermione roughly pulled her hand from his. “I could’ve apparated myself.” She told him, walking in front of him and into their flat. “I’m not a little girl, Malfoy.” Hermione muttered angrily.

“Well apparently you are.” He retorted. “If I hadn’t gone and gotten you from Wesley, who knows what he would’ve done!” Draco slammed the door shut behind him and pulled off his coat violently and throwing it on the couch.

Hermione stumbled through the hallway as she continued muttering to herself. “I can take care of myself!” she exclaimed back. From the living room, he heard his bedroom door slam shut, and silently cursed his mother for choosing the wrong week to invade their lives.

“What’s all this fuss?” Narcissa asked, emerging from the guest room, wearing her nightgown. “Are you two in a row?” her tone sounded a little too happy for her own good.

Draco glared at his mother. “Yes mother- we’re fighting.” He snapped. “I bet that just makes you peachy.”

Narcissa knew better than to pry into her son’s personal life when he was this angry. She quietly returned back to her room, and listened through the door. She heard banging coming from the Draco’s bedroom, followed by angry shouts. “Granger!” Draco shouted. “Open this door!”

“Sleep on the couch!” Hermione shouted from inside his bedroom, fuming. The amount of alcohol she managed to drink that night was making her incredibly dizzy and grouchy. She pulled her wand from her purse, pointing it at the bedroom door. “Silencio!” she shouted after a groan of annoyance. The room grew quiet, and Draco’s cries were hidden by the charm. Hermione walked over to the bed and pulled off her pumps along with her coat. She threw her coat towards the dresser and kicked her pumps towards the opened bathroom. “Bloody idiot.” Hermione muttered angrily to herself.

After a few moments of sitting on the bed, staring at the floor she stood up and began to unzip the back of her dress. “He thinks he can tell me whom I can and cannot see?” she continued muttering. “Stupid, idiotic, fe-”

“Alohamora!” The bedroom door unlocked and Draco barged in with his wand in his hand. “I hope you know that I’m a wiza-” he stopped in mid sentence when he noticed that Hermione was wearing nothing but her knickers.

Hermione stared at him for a moment; before she quickly grabbed the dress she had discarded on the bed and hugged it around her body. “Get out!” She shrilled in a high-pitched voice.

He rolled his eyes, and placed his wand down on his bedside table. “Granger, we had sex last night – this is nothing I’ve never seen before.” He plopped down on the bed, trying his best to keep his eyes away from her body.

“Malfoy, there’s no way in hell I’m going to sleep in the same bed with you tonight.” She snapped. Hermione had dropped the dress she was holding around her body onto the floor, before she pulled her nightclothes from the dresser. “Get out.” She told him sternly. “Get the hell out.”

However, Draco was not listening to a word Hermione was saying. He found it rather difficult to pull his attention from the girl standing in front of him – clad in a lacy bra with matching underwear. Last night’s events came back into his mind, and he couldn’t resist – it was just too tempting. His lust and passion for this girl standing in front of him consumed him, and it was just too difficult to turn away. She was right there for keeps – and as far as he knew, she only belonged to him.

Hermione had chosen a large, white t-shirt, and quickly slipped it on. Before she was even able to pull her hair from inside the shirt, she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist. “Malfoy, wha-” What came next was peculiar – the sensation of Draco’s lips on hers was immensely peculiar, yet familiar. He turned her head towards his without thinking thoroughly at the impact or consequences of their actions. Nonetheless, they both felt at home – as if they belonged.

She sighed, pulling her lips from his to take a breath. She leaned against his hard body as he dragged his lips up and down her neck, planting kisses on her cheek and down her neck. Hermione tilted her head to the side, leaning against his shoulder. After the first kiss, she had immediately forgotten what they were fighting about. She had forgotten why she was angry, along with the entire night’s events. The only thing she could focus on was Draco, and this moment. “Mm,” Hermione sighed once more. She turned her head around and pulled his head towards hers, their lips meeting again.

Turning her entire body around, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck. Instinctively, Draco tightened his hold on Hermione’s waist, pulling her body closer to his. He pushed her up against the dresser and pressed his body harder against hers. She sighed with content. The couple stood there for several minutes, kissing and appreciating each other’s body. After a while, Draco picked Hermione up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked over to his bed and placed Hermione against the pillows, his lips never leaving hers.

“Mmm,” Hermione moaned and Draco trailed kisses down from below her ear, down her neck and around her collarbone. He pushed her shirt up with his free hand and ran his hands down her sides and her stomach. “Draco,” Hermione said, as she continued to breathe heavily. “Draco,” she repeated.

“Hm?” he asked, sucking lightly on her neck.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed, taking in the pleasure. “Draco, we can’t do this.” She said to him as she unconsciously ran her hands up and down his back and around his waist.

Draco leaned in closer to Hermione’s face, stopping only a mere centimeter away. He chuckled, and smiled. “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” he closed the space in between their lips with a soft, chaste kiss.

“We can’t do this.” She repeated, knowing that he wasn’t the only one that needed convincing. “Mm, Draco.” Draco had pulled off her shirt and began kissing down her chest, to her stomach and back up. “Dr-”

He quickly shushed her, placing his mouth on hers once more. “Shh, Hermione.” Draco said softly. “You want this.” He whispered in her ear, before he started kissing her once more. Hermione couldn’t resist. It just felt too good.

‘Oh well,’ she thought. ‘At least I can say that I tried to stop it.’


That night, Draco laid awake next to Hermione. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist securely, while Hermione used the other as a pillow. His room was dark; however the moonlight that streamed in through his window illuminated Hermione’s face enough, so that he was able to see every feature clearly.

About three hours ago, Draco had given up on trying to sleep. It was currently five in the morning, and he couldn’t bear to sleep when he had Hermione in his arms. Thinking about their current situation, Draco didn’t want to waste a second of their time together. He knew that Hermione was waiting for the moment when they would both sign the papers that would bring about their final divorce, and it pained him to think about it – to think about his life without the over-sensitive bookworm sleeping by his side. After waking up to her for the past few days, he knew that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Silently thanking his mother for barging in on their lives, Draco settled closer to Hermione. He stroked her hair, pulling a few strands away from her face while he began to hum softly to himself. ‘What am I doing?’ he wondered. ‘This isn’t real. Hermione isn’t real. Everything is just a joke, and you’re letting yourself get too deep.’ He stared at Hermione again. He traced his eyes along the contours of her face, down her neck, shoulders, waist, hips and then back up. How could he pull away from her? He found it nearly impossible.

Nevertheless, Draco tried to bring himself back down to reality. He pulled his arm away from Hermione’s waist, and carefully picked her body up slightly off the bed so he can take his other arm back. He pulled the blanket around Hermione’s shoulders and smoothened out her hair against the pillows. Taking one last look at her, he sighed and walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.

Without bothering to open the lights, Draco pulled a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of cold water. He walked into the living room and planted himself on the couch after he turned a lamp on. He sat in the living room for a good twenty minutes before he began getting restless. His mind slowly drifted away from the novel and towards Hermione. ‘What does this girl have on me that I can’t bloody get her out of my mind?’ Draco thought to himself, annoyed out of his mind.

After another five minutes, Draco glanced at the clock, which read five fifty-five. He closed the book and placed it back on the coffee table as he stood up. He finished the remaining water in the glass and walked back into his bedroom, deciding that he would try and get some sleep before he had to wake up tomorrow.

As he opened his door, he was surprised to find Hermione standing by the window, staring outside with a blank expression on her face. She a thin white sheet wrapped around her body, and Draco assumed that she was too lazy to pull on some clothes. Carefully and quietly, Draco walked towards Hermione. She didn’t seem to notice that he was in the room, since she jumped up slightly once Draco had made contact with her. “Merlin, Malfoy.” She said, glaring at him. “Don’t do that again.”

Draco chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Did I wake you?” he asked her quietly, as she continued staring out the window.

She nodded. “I thought you left,” She told him. “I didn’t hear anyone around the house.” Hermione leaned against him as she felt him tighten his hold on her.

“I was just in the living room.” He responded. “I tried reading for a while, and then I got tired.”

Hermione gave him a small smile, and grabbed his hand leading him back to the bed. “I’d like to go back to sleep.” She told him as she settled back into bed, bringing him along with her. She pulled the blanket to cover both of them, and crawled closer to Draco’s body. “You’re so warm.” She said, sighing.

He laughed, and wrapped his arms around her once more. Soon, he heard Hermione’s breaths grow steady and he knew that she had fallen asleep. Draco stared at her for a moment, and he immediately knew that he was indeed falling for this girl, and there was no way he could stop it.


A/N: hi guys! i'm so sorry this chapter took a long time. i think it's been about a month since my last update. but i hope you guys liked this chapter! it kind of took me a while to develop these idea's, which is why i took so long writing. i promise i'll try to keep updating regularly! i'm falling behind on this writing deal. there are so many more stories that i want to write, it's just rather hard.

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love, stacy.

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