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            Hermione laid in her bed fully stated. Her head resting on Draco’s shoulder, while her hand drew lazy circles with her fingers along his bare chest. She laid curled against his body, with one of his hands stroking the skin above her hip, while the other buried into her hair. Playing with her soft curls, still wet from the bath.



 

 

            Hermione couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than being right here, laying next to him, in perfect compatible silence. The only sounds were each other’s breathing and heartbeats.



 

 

“Did you hear anything from McGonagall while I was gone?” He asked.



 

 

And with that he had to go and ruin their perfect evening by bringing them back to reality. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.



 

 

“No, I take it you haven’t heard anything either?” She felt him shake his head.



 

 

“Hopefully we’ll hear something by tomorrow.” His had left her hair to stroke her back.



 

 

            She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his caress. How was it, that one simple touch from him caused her to just melt and forget almost everything? She smiled, snuggling herself closer to him, because it seemed no matter what she couldn’t get enough of him.



 

 

She opened her eyes, noticing for the first time the bag on the bedside table, “What’s that?” she asked lazily pointing to the bag.



 

 

Draco followed her gaze and reached for the bag, “Dessert.” He said, “I picked up some chocolate cake from the place mother and I ate at. Do you want some? I brought in forks so we can share.”



 

 

            She nodded, and then sat up so they could make a makeshift table out of the bed. They started off being careful not to spill any crumbs on the bed, but it didn’t last long when they started to feed each other bites. Hermione always thought that couples feeding each other were always a corny thing to do. She never liked having people watch her eat. But with Draco it became very enjoyable, especially when they decided to forego forks altogether and use their fingers. Draco would purposely miss her mouth, smearing chocolate frosting all over her face, then insisted on licking it off. This led to a couple more rounds of mind blowing sex, forgetting reality once more and focusing only in that moment of time.



 

 





 

 


            Hermione woke up to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Without opening her eyes, she blindly reached out to make it stop. Groaning she opened her hers and sat up. It was only 6:00am. If she really wanted to, she could sleep another hour and then take a quick shower, then go to the shop; of course she would have to skip breakfast if she did that. But, then again, if she went back to sleep, she might not wake up in time and be in an even bigger rush, which will just make her groggy and grumpy all morning. Decisions, decisions…



            She finally decided to just get up and start the day. She realized that something or rather someone was missing from her bed. Even though she knew he wasn’t there she glanced over to the empty side of her bed. The sheets were rumpled and bunched up and the pillow still had an indention that someone had slept there and just recently gotten up.



            She looked around her empty bedroom for any signs of him. The light in the bathroom was turned off, so he wasn’t in there. It was only 6am, so he shouldn’t have changed back yet. That wasn’t supposed to happen for another three hours or so. Surely he didn’t leave, even though all they were having was sex, he should still have the decency to say goodbye.



A lump in her throat formed startling her. No, she forced it to go away. So what if he left? He had every right to, like they agreed…just sex. And she wasn’t about to go and get emotionally attached to the man. Because, she told herself a million times, it will only lead to heartbreak and absolutely nothing good would come out of it. They came from different worlds and they weren’t even right for each other.



Her little dark cloud disappeared when she heard some commotion outside her bedroom. It sounded like metal against more metal. Like maybe someone was in the kitchen. Instead of a lump in her throat, she had butterflies in her stomach and her heart was fluttering like a humming bird.



Oh hell, she tried to force herself to calm down. She was acting like a Lavender Brown wannabe. Once she got herself under control she started to get out of bed. It was then that she noticed his shirt laid out at the end of the bed. How did she not see that before? A small smile formed on her mouth, he must have left that for her, because by now he knows her well enough that she wouldn’t be brave enough to walk out into the kitchen in the nude. Even if it was her own kitchen.



She grabbed the shirt and put it on. As she was buttoning up the buttons she couldn’t help but wonder that, if he left his shirt in here, did that mean he was currently not wearing a shirt at all? Hum, him cooking with his naked torso exposed made a delicious visual. Playing Quidditch all those years at school definitely did his body good. Harry and Ron always talked about how flying in general was always a workout in and of itself because you had to put your whole body into it. Not that she would know since the only attempt at flying that she’s ever done was during first year at Hogwarts because it was a requirement. After that it was only an extracurricular activity, so she didn’t bother.



            Going back to Draco’s perfectly toned body she wondered if he still flew on occasion. She assumed he didn’t do much since moving to London, but she remembered he talked about owning a place out in the countryside and then there was always the Manor. He was always a cocky flyer, always thinking he was a hotshot.



            She got to thinking, since he left his shirt in here, would he be brave enough to walk into the kitchen naked? She remembered the first night he changed back to fight off the pixies and he came barging through the kitchen door with only two small tea towels to cover up with. She smirked and shook her head, a hotshot he might be, but a very adorably vulnerable one at that. She couldn’t believe that, that had only been a few days ago.



            She looked around the floor and didn’t see any other discarded clothing of his laying around, which meant he probably wasn’t naked. Sigh. All is well though, since cooking nude could be a very dangerous thing, too many sensitive areas exposed that could be harmed.



            She made a quick stop to the bathroom room to brush her teeth and freshen up, and then walked out of her bedroom. She was greeted to the smell of bacon and possibly pancakes or maybe waffles…she couldn’t tell. Yum, she could get used to this. Since she normally only had a slice of toast or a bowl of cereal in the morning before work.



            She got to the kitchen and sure enough he was there cooking breakfast, shirtless, just like she imagined. His feet were bare and he wore the jeans he had on the night before, which hung loosely on his lean hips. He hadn’t noticed her yet so she stayed silently watching him from the doorway. Enjoying the way his biceps and the rest of his muscles in his back would bulge when he flipped over the pancake in the skillet. She was almost jealous at how creamy white his skin was. Normally it probably wouldn’t look right on a man, but Draco pulled it off perfectly. She couldn’t imagine it any other way. His hair was tussled as if he just woke up or spent the night having crazy monkey sex. His jaw had a fresh new growth of stubble, which made him look all the more desirable.



            She pushed from the doorway and walked towards him. She didn’t want to startle him and cause him to burn himself. But she walked up behind him anyway, surely by now he would be able to sense that she was there. She peaked over his shoulder and managed to do it without touching him.



“Mmm, smells good.” She said inhaling the scent of what looked to be a very tasty meal as well as a very delicious smell of Draco himself.



Without even flinching at her words, he turned his head slightly to her and said, “It will be ready in a couple of minutes. I hope you’re hungry.”



            As if on cue her stomach growled. He chuckled and went back to work on the food. She turned and went about getting plates and silverware out on the opposite side of the room. She was reaching up to get coffee mugs, when strong arms wrapped around her mid section, hugging her tight.



“Morning,” Draco whispered in her ear as he nuzzled and kissed along her neck.



            Her breath caught in her throat, not because she was startled by him, but by the simple intimate gesture, which made her heart start to flutter and the butterflies to return. She leaned back into his embrace as he continued to kiss her neck. Then his arms and hands moved her body around so that she was now facing him. And his lips that were on neck were now connecting with her lips. After a very long smoldering kiss, she pulled back and leaned her forehead against his and sighed.



“Good morning,”



He smiled and pulled back slightly, “So did you enjoy the view?”



Still in a daze from their kiss she was confused, “Huh?”



“Don’t think I didn’t notice you in the doorway checking me out.”



Damn, so he did notice her watching him, but instead of blushing and shying away from him she said, “Well I couldn’t help it, you’re a breathtaking visual.”



He chuckled then kissed her nose, “No love, you’re a breathtaking visual, especially when you walk in here wearing only my shirt. It’s very sexy.”



She ran her hands up along his bare chest, the put her arms around his neck. “Well it just so happens that someone conveniently laid it out at the end of the bed.” She teased.



            He lowered his head and kissed her again pulling her tight up against his body. Deepening the kiss he managed to lift her and sat her on the countertop behind her. So he had easier access to her mouth. She felt his hard body against hers and could tell that he was definitely prime and ready for her and she was ready for him herself, but she caught of whiff of the food and her stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl.



He chuckled against her mouth, “I guess I should probably feed you first before anything else happens.”



She nodded, “Yeah we wouldn’t want the food to get cold.”



            He stepped back and she silently cursed her stomach for interrupting as he helped her down from the counter.



            To the sounds of plates being filled with delicious food Crookshanks walked into the kitchen and sniffed the air. He automatically walked over to Draco who was busy plating bacon onto his and Hermione’s plates and circled himself around his legs meowing loudly. Draco looked down at the beast and then over at Hermione as if silently asking permission to feed him some.



She shook her head, “No way, I already caved last night and fed him chicken.” She said as she walked over to the pantry to retrieve his diet cat food, then poured it into his bowl along with fresh water. “Come on Crookshanks eat your real food and stop begging. He won’t give you any, if you beg.”



Crookshanks completely ignored her and kept looking up at Draco with sad kitty eyes, “She’s right you know,” Draco said looking down at the cat.



            Crookshanks apparently gave up and made a snort/sneezing noise and walked away from him. Hermione reached out to him as he was leaving the kitchen. As soon as Hermione’s hand got close enough Crookshanks snapped at her, biting her hand.



“Ow. Bad Crookshanks.” She grabbed her injured hand as she watched her cat dart out of the room.



“What the bloody hell was that about? He couldn’t have been that mad about not getting table scraps, could he?” Draco asked walking towards Hermione, who was now at the sink washing out her wound.



“No, it wasn’t because of that. I don’t think he recognizes me anymore since my magic is gone. You should have seen him last night. He wouldn’t even come near me and when he did, he would hiss at me then run away and hide somewhere.”



“How’s you hand?” he asked, gently taking her hand away from the running water to examine it, sure enough there were little teeth marks on the side of her thumb.



“I’ll live; I have some cleansing potion in the bathroom that should clean out the wound.”



“Will that work on you?” he asked.



“Oh, I didn’t think about that. Well I can still try I suppose. If it doesn’t work then I’m sure I have some muggle ointment around here somewhere that my mother always used to use.” She went off to go find it and tend to her wounds.



            Once all of that was taken care of, they finally managed to ear the delicious smelling breakfast that Draco made and for once Crookshanks wasn’t at their ankles begging for any handouts.



“Oh my god Draco, this is amazing.” She told him between bites.



He took a drink of his orange juice studying her, “Why do you look so surprised?” he smirked at her.



“Well, I know you told me you could make breakfast, but I don’t know. I guess I just assumed that you would do it with magic, and not the muggle way.”



“Yeah well believe me I started out using magic, but it never tasted right so I had Smitty teach me how to make simple things like breakfast.” He explained.



“Well it’s very good,” she said taking a big mouth full.



“Good, I’m glad you like it,” he smiled.



Merlin he was truly stunning when he actually smiled, she smiled in return then glanced at the clock. “Damn-it,” she muttered. “I need to get ready for work,” she said getting up and grabbing her empty plate to take to the kitchen.



He stopped her and took the plate from her hand. “I’ll clean up, you go get ready.”



She didn’t argue, she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said then turned and walked to her bedroom.



 



            Draco was still washing dishes and cleaning up when Hermione left for work. She seemed to be in a happier mood then she was the night before. Of course knowing her and how stubborn she is, she’s probably just forcing herself not to think about the curse since she has no control over what happens now to her.



            He hoped for both their sakes that McGonagall would have answers or more answers to what they needed to do to end this curse. And soon. It was 8:45am and he could already feel the first tingles happening, meaning he was going to change soon. It’s funny, at first he was pissed that this was happening to him, but now…not that he’s happy about it but he’s more accepting of it…yeah that’s a good work for it, he’s accepted the fact that he changes into a cat everyday for a few hours.



            But that still didn’t mean that he would rather have that instead of his normal human self all day everyday. He still would do anything to be normal again.



            He went over to sit on the sofa to wait for the change to happen since it would happen any minute now. He was so relieved that he was able to convince his mother to allow them to arrive late for her party. He didn’t want to explain to her or to anyone about his condition. The fewer people who knew about it the better. Already too many people knew about it. He knew Blaise; his best mate would be there with Pansy. Could he trust them with this secret? Or should he just keep mum about it until the curse breaks?



Crookshanks came out of hiding and jumped up onto his lap, “And what is wrong with you Crooks? You don’t go around biting people. Especially Hermione, who has done nothing but love you with all of her heart. She’s going through a ruff time right now. We all are. She’s still the same person she’s always been. So you should take it easier on her.” Draco told Crookshanks, scratching under his chin.



            He felt a burst of tingles shoot through him and he knew it was time. He stood up and managed to get out of his jeans fast enough before he dropped on all fours. He let out a sigh; this really was depressing when it came down to it. He really didn’t want to spent the rest of his life dealing with this, he wasn’t sure if he could take a couple more days of it. He jumped back up onto the sofa and curled into his corner spot and drifted off to sleep.



 



            Hermione opened the shop on time and went about getting ready for the day. For once she was thankful for it being extremely slow. Only a few people came in to look around and thankfully they were all muggles looking for muggle books. She was really hoping that no one magical came in and asked questions about certain magical books, because she wouldn’t be able to help them much. She could probably get by with a little bit here and there but eventually she would have to fess up.



            When she first came in, this morning, even though she didn’t want to, she went over and tried to open the portal to the back room. But the same thing happened, that happened yesterday, which was nothing. And there was no decent way to notify anyone who came into her bookshop that the backroom would have to be temporarily ‘out of order’ until she got her magic back. It’s not like she could put out a sign without revealing anything to the muggles.



            But she told herself that she wasn’t going to worry about it and let it stress her out. As long as she felt confident that everything would eventually work out then it would. And to be honest the thing that was freaking her out the most was Narcissa Malfoy’s birthday party on Saturday. She told Draco that she would think about it, but she was having serious doubts about going.



            This was why she didn’t want to get involved with him in the first place, because of is background, and his family and their friends. Ever since she first met him he has been awful and prejudice against her because of the influence that came from his family and his friends. And even if he’s changed, there is no saying that they haven’t. If she went to the party with him then she would be smack dab in the middle of it all surrounded by people who have hated her kind for centuries.



            It was enough to make her very uneasy about the entire thing. And with her lack of magic was enough to cause her a full blown panic attack. If she had her magic then it would probably be a different story, at least she would be confident enough to know if she had to she could defend herself. But without her wand and powers it would be like feeding raw meat to a bunch of hungry sharks.



            By the time noon came around, business was still slow, which was fine by her. she was busy ringing up a customer when the bells on the front door jingled. She looked up to see who walked in and smiled. Ginny waited patiently until Hermione finished ringing up the customer.



“I wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to get a bite to eat?” Ginny said.



“I would love to, just let me lock up really fast and we can be on our way.”



            Hermione was so glad that Ginny came by, even though she was feeling slightly better now then she did last night, she still desperately wanted, needed some serious girl talk. About her magic, Draco and well everything.



They ate at a small deli close by and had sandwiches and tea. “So, I’m still waiting for details.” Ginny said taking a sip of her tea.



“Details? On what?” Hermione asked coyly.



“Oh you know exactly what, Hermione. So stop dodging the question.”



Hermione sighed. Once they sat down she wasn’t sure she wanted to share everything after all. But she needed to vent out to someone other than Draco before she would slowly go insane.



“Well first off; this curse that I put Draco under seems to be effecting me more and more each day. Not only have I lost my powers but anything and everything magic related, I can’t seem to sense. I think I’m turning into a muggle.” She went on to tell her about how she couldn’t get the backroom to open for her and the books either appeared black or wouldn’t open at all, and also about Crookshanks treating her as if she were a complete stranger.



“Oh Merlin, that’s awful. Why is this happening and what are you going to do about it?” Ginny asked.



“It’s some horrible punishment for turning Draco into a cat. And we sent out a letter to Professor McGonagall last night to see if she has come up with anymore answers to our problem. But we still haven’t gotten any word yet. So I don’t know I guess we just have to wait until we hear something or…” she sighed, “I don’t know.”



“Well you know if you need anything all you have to do is ask, and you’ll see it will all work out for both of you in the end. You’ll see.”



“Thanks, Gin. I since both of my parents are muggles is the only reason I’m taking all of this so well. If I grew up knowing magic my whole life I think I would go mad, if I suddenly lost it.” They ate in silence for a few minutes.



“So, on a lighter note, what’s going on between you and Draco?” Ginny asked and smiled when Hermione’s cheeks flamed bright pink.



“There’s not much to tell.” Hermione said her cheeks turning an even brighter pink.



“Hermione you’re such a liar,” Ginny laughed. “And the way Harry and I left you two the other night at the bar definitely told otherwise. He couldn’t take his hands off of you.”



“Like I said there’s not a whole lot to tell, we’re just…having fun.”



“Having fun? What the bloody hell does that mean?”



“It means we’re just…sleeping together, and nothing else, no strings attached…just fun.”



“And you’re okay with that?” Hermione nodded, but Ginny could tell she was still lying; Hermione hated how Ginny could read her like an open book. “That’s not like you at all, since when do you just sleep with someone? With you it’s always been all or nothing.”



“Well it has been till Draco walked back into my life and it’s just different now with him.”



“How is he different?”



“Oh come on Ginny, we’re talking abut Draco Malfoy here. You were there at school when he made my life miserable. I mean yeah he’s changed tremendously since school but…I don’t know. There is just no way we would be able to be together. We’re from different worlds practically. I just…I can’t trust myself to give my heart to him…and yet at the same time I can’t seem to say resist him either and just say no.” she sighed. “I don’t know what I feel. Part of me wants to move forward with him, but then another part of me is screaming ‘no don’t do it’ because it will only lead to heartbreak.”



Ginny nodded silently, “Hermione has anyone ever told you that you think to much?”



Hermione laughed, “Yeah, all the time.” They both laughed easing away some of the tension. “What do you think I should do?” she asked Ginny.



“I don’t know? Is the sex good?”



Hermione blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I think he’s pretty much ruined me for any other guy.”



“Really now?” Ginny asked raising her eyebrows teasingly.



Hermione bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah it’s extraordinary.” She said then blushed again, it wasn’t easy talking about her sex life with Ginny, she never wanted details about her and Harry because it was just too weird to think about.



“Well, how does he feel about your little arrangement?”



“I think he’s okay with it, he hasn’t really said much about it. I don’t know. He’s changed so much it’s almost unnerving sometimes.”



“How so?”



“Well I mean he’s still Malfoy; conceded, arrogant, and stubborn. But he’s also kind and understanding, funny and sweet, passionate and romantic…ha words I never thought I would use when describing him. You know he made me breakfast this morning, and um…well he invited me to his mother’s birthday party this Saturday.”



Ginny almost choked on her tea, “Wow, well I’d say that’s a big step in the ‘it’s more then sex’ direction, if he’s inviting you to a family function.”



“I don’t think it’s like that necessarily. I mean he said he wanted me to come along so all the other girls who his mother and his mother’s friends tries to set him up with will think he’s already taken and will lay off him. He told me he wanted me to go with him pretending to be his girlfriend…not to go as his girlfriend just his pretend one. And also I think he wants me to go with him so it will piss his father off.”



“Wow so are you going to go?”



“I don’t know, I’m going to stand out like a piece of coal in a crowd with a bunch of diamonds. And to be honest I really don’t want to go especially since I have no power to defend myself with.”



“Yeah, but they won’t know about all of that. And if you say Draco has changed that much then surely he won’t let anything happen to you. And if something does then me, Harry and Ron will go over there and personally kick his ass.”



“Speaking of Ron, where is he? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”



“Oh him, he’s on some holiday in Rome with his girl of the month. Of course I think he might actually be serious about this girl at least more so then with all the others he’s been with.”



            Ginny walked her back to the shop then apparated back to the burrow to get Lily. Hermione felt better after she vented out to Ginny but she was still confused as to what she was feeling towards Draco. Her heart wanted her to fell one thing but her head told her otherwise.



            She decided that she was going to go to the party after all. Ginny was right if something happened at the party then Draco would be there to help and no one would find out about her loss of magic…right?





 

AN: Hey everyone, sorry it took me so long to update. I've been busy with school and finals and didn't have time to write. I hope you like this chapter...it's not perfect but I needed to post something since I know a few of you are probably going stircrazy waiting for the update. I was going to write about the birthday party during this chapter but I decided to wait and give it its own chapter, which hopefully will be exciting. I have an idea as to what I want to happen during the party...it should be interesting. I hope...haha. Anyway please, please review and tell me what you think!!! I have over 20,000 reads which is incredible. So please keep reading and reviewing.

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