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            Friday flew by like a blur. Things at the bookshop have been relatively clam despite everything. But having no magical powers, Narcissa’s birthday party happening tomorrow and still no word from McGonagall had Hermione more stressed then ever.





            Draco’s been great, but he didn’t understand why she was freaking out about the birthday party. He honestly didn’t think it was going to be a big deal. How could he be so calm about everything? He turned into a cat for half the day, he should be freaking out!





            She had a million things running through her head. She couldn’t sleep. She opened her eyes to her pitch black bedroom, except for the neon glow of her alarm clock. She knew it was an ungodly hour in the early morning, but she couldn’t see the clock because Draco’s body was blocking the way.





            His warm lean body laid flush up against her back in spoon fashion. A heavy arm splayed across her torso keeping her in place, his legs tangled with hers. She could feel his even breathing against the back of her neck, alerting her that he was deeply asleep. She carefully slipped from beneath the heavy weight of his arms and legs and shifted around until she was on her side facing him. She studied his face, and just took her time looking at him. He was far too pretty, but in a rugged, almost intense kind of way. And he was hers…





            Wait! What was she saying, what was she thinking? She had no claim over him, or did she? To be honest, he was the main reason that caused her so much stress. He was what terrified her the most. The more time they spent together the more her walls came down that she built around herself, and the more she felt for him.





            She lied to Ginny when said she was okay with just keeping their relationship based on sex. She lied to Draco and to herself as well. She couldn’t do this, for her it’s always been all or nothing. She thought she could get away with it, to do something for once that was spontaneous and not thought out to every last detail. But she was wrong, now she was way in over her head and she didn’t know how to fix it without getting heartbroken.





“You’re killing me, you know.” Draco murmured, his eyes still closed, his voice a gravely mumble.





She stared for a moment, wondering how long he’d been awake. “How am I doing that? I’m just lying here.”





“Thinking,” he said. “I can hear the wheels grinding from all the way over there. Speaking of which…” he reached out and covered her hip with his hand, and the next thing she knew, she was right back, flush up against him tucked into the warm curve of his body. He nestled his cheek on top of her head and nestled her closer. “Much better. Now quiet down in there.”





            She should be annoyed, but she was smiling, which made the annoyed part much harder to sustain. Somehow, with him wrapped around her, so steady, so certain, it made it much easier to think there might be a solution. Maybe that was the trick. Staying close to him, letting him be the one to keep reality at bay. Maybe he would figure it out and she wouldn’t have to worry so much.





“Still grinding,” he murmured then pressed a warm kiss to her temple. He finally opened his eyes to stare deeply into hers. “Don’t worry so much, where there’s a will…”





“I don’t see a way,” she whispered. “Draco what are we doing? How can we…”





            He cut her off with a short kiss, then heaved a deep sigh as he rolled her to her back and settled his weight half over her. His eyes were still dark with sleep and his hair was soft and tousled. His jaw was shadowed with the start of morning stubble. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t annoyed either, just…steady.





“What?” she asked when he simply kept looking at her.





“Don’t run.” She scrunched up her eyebrows together in confusion. “Don’t run from this,” he looked into her eyes. “Don’t run from us.” He whispered.





After a few moments she nodded, “Okay” she whispered.





“Okay,” he kissed her softly on the lips, then her forehead, her eyelids, nose, then her chin and along her jaw.










            He felt her began to relax so he gently rolled off her and set her back in the curve of his body. She set her head in the crook of his neck as she closed her eyes. He knew he should have told her then and there that he was in love with her. He could have easily taken that chance to break the curse between them. But selfishly he wanted her to say the words to him first and not just hear them repeated back to him.





            And at the same time he was terrified that maybe she wouldn’t even return the feeling. He knew she was having doubts about whatever the bloody hell they were doing with each other. She kept going on about how she wouldn’t fit into his world. He’s a pureblood and she a muggleborn. How they were enemies from the very beginning and how can they just turn around and pretend as if everything is okay between them as if nothing happened back then.





            He honestly didn’t care about any of that anymore. If you would have asked him how he felt about dating a muggleborn a year ago, hell even a month ago and he would have sneered at the idea and turned away without a second glance. But now he had nothing against it, at least not with Hermione. He didn’t know how to prove it to her that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere, that when the curse was broken he had no desire to up and leave and say ‘well it was fun while it lasted, you were a great shag’ and then walk away.





            He sighed, great now she had him worrying about the future and soon he would be losing sleep over it just like she did. He should have told her when he had the chance. He was about to just come out and say it when he heard a soft snore coming from her. It was so soft it almost sounded like a purr. She shifted a bit until she positioned herself into a more comfortable angle against his body and continued to sleep deeply. He smiled to himself watching her.





            Tomorrow, tomorrow he would tell her. And if they could both get through his mother’s birthday together alive then surely that would be good testament that they would be okay together.










            It was 3:45pm, Saturday afternoon. The day of the birthday party. Hermione already tried to come up with a million excuses in her head on how to get out of going. But none of them sounded reasonable or believable and she didn’t want to be a coward by not going at all.

            She didn’t want to wait around all day doing nothing, waiting for Draco to change back so she decided to go to work for a few hours to help get her mind off everything.

            Now here she stood, a quarter to 4:00, staring at her closet, which she’s been doing for the past hour now, all while Draco snoozed on the sofa with not a care in the world.

What the hell was she supposed to wear to a Malfoy event? Did she need to wear something fancy or did they do casual? Somehow going casual didn’t sound like a good idea. Even when Draco went and met his mother the other night for dinner he wore black dress slacks and a button down shirt. Nothing casual about that. This wasn’t going to a cozy family get together like the Weasley’s had. In fact this was going to be the exact opposite of a night at the Weasley’s.

Draco mentioned the party was going to be outdoors, and it was quite warm outside. She grabbed a strapless white baby doll dress. It was short but tastefully short. She would still be able to sit down or bend over without showing her knickers to the world. She held it up against her body and glanced at herself in the mirror.

“Did you finally decide on something to wear?”

She whipped around clutching the dress around her body to cover herself up even though she was wearing a robe, “You startled me,” she said taking in the sight of him.

            He stood there wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung loose on his hips. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, leaning against the doorframe, smirking at her. You think she would get used to seeing him like this but yet he still managed to steal her breath away.

“You’ve been pacing in front of your closet the second you stepped out of the shower.” he said still smirking at her.

“I don’t know what’s appropriate to wear to your mother’s birthday party.”

“What you have there looks perfect.”

She huffed a sigh, “Are you sure? Maybe I should wear th…”

“Hermione that dress is fine. Don’t worry about it, relax, everything will be fine. Now hurry up because we need to get going.” He said as he went to retrieve his t-shirt that laid crumpled on the floor.

She watched him start to get dressed. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

His head popped out of the top of the shirt and he continued to drag it down his torso, and then looked down at himself. “No, are you joking. If I wear this mum will kill me.” He joked.

She glared at him. “You know that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Hermione you’ll look great. Now get dressed. We need to stop by my place first so I can change and grab a couple of things before we head out.”

“Okay, okay I’m going.” She said as she took her robe off and began dressing, while Draco went looking around for his shoes.

            She reached back to pull up the zipper but it was stuck and it wouldn’t loosen. She tried yanking it up but she didn’t want to rip it. Giving up she called out to Draco to help her.

“What is it?” Draco asked walking back into the bedroom.

“My zipper is stuck; can you help me get it loose?”

“Sure turn around.”

She did as she asked and she could have sworn she heard him suck in a breath. “What’s wrong?”


            He cleared his throat and started working the zipper loose. She was very aware of his strong fingers touching the bare skin on her back and it was leaving her a bit breathless. After a few tugs he got it unstuck. Then slowly as if taking his time he started to work it up. The whole time dragging the back of his fingers up along her spine in a deliciously slow caress. She tilted her head to the side as if anticipating his kiss. He bent his head and pressed a light kiss along her favorite spot just below her ear.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

            This left a chill run throughout her body leaving goose bumps along her skin. He continued to kiss down her neck meanwhile never taking his hands off of her. a thought crossed her mind, maybe she could convince him to skip the party all together and just stay here making love to her all day and night. But she knew it was wrong and he would eventually regret missing his mother’s birthday.

With a sigh she stepped out of his embrace. “Weren’t you just saying that we needed to get going if we want to make it on time?”

“Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes then we’ll leave.” He mumbled between kisses.

“Ha yeah right, you know perfectly well as I do that what you have in mind right now will definitely not take a couple of minutes.” She stepped even further away from him smiling. “Besides I’ve spent a lot of time getting ready and now I’m already dressed so what you have in mind will just have to wait.”

He smiled wickedly at her, “What if I promise to make it really quick and you won’t even have to remove your dress or mess up your hair.”

“Mmm, how romantic,” she replied sarcastically. “It really is true; all guys ever think about is sex, isn’t it?”

He managed to catch her in his arms and held her tight against him, “You never seemed to complain before especially since I’ve managed to memorize all the places on your body that drive you crazy. Like when I kiss you here…” He bent down and kissed the spot below her ear, then sucked the tip of her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling lightly.

            Hermione’s knees buckled underneath her, but Draco kept her body upright. A moan managed to escape her lips.

“And when I touch you here…” Somehow his hand made its way under the hem of her skirt and started making its way up, caressing her inner thigh.

She stopped him before he could go any further up. “Draco,” her voice coming out huskier then she intended. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we need to get going. The last thing I want is to get on your mother’s bad side by showing up late to her party.”

            The mention of his mother must have cleared his head for he came out of his foggy haze. He cleared his throat and stepped away from her.

“Your right. Well it was worth a shot at least.”

She smiled, shaking her head at him.

“Your not working tomorrow, correct?” he asked.

“No why?”

“Good, then you might want to pack an overnight bag and bring it with you.”

Hermione automatically went on alert. “Why? Your not planning on staying overnight at the manor are you?” she asked nervously.

“No, I wouldn’t torture you with something like that…yet. I have something else in mind for tonight.”

That peaked her interest, “Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“What, no hints?”


“Do I need to bring anything in particular?”

“No, just a change of cloths, you can keep it casual, a toothbrush, that kind of stuff.”

“Okay just give me a minute.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen.”

            She quickly went about putting together a bag for her. She hoped Draco was being serious when he said keep it casual because she stuffed a pair of faded cozy jeans and a vintage t-shirt into her bag. She didn’t bother with pajamas because well, since her and Draco have been ‘having fun’ there has never been any need for them. And if anything she could always borrow one of his shirts to sleep in. At the last second she packed a matching set of lacy lingerie into her bag, just in case, you never knew when they might come in handy.

“Hermione are you ready?” she heard him call out from the kitchen.

            She made one last glance around her bedroom making sure she didn’t forget anything. She turned to leave when a tapping noise caught her attention. She turned and saw a gray spotted owl; one she didn’t recognize perched outside her bedroom window. He held an ivory envelope in its beak with her name on it in elegant scroll. She lifted the window to retrieve the letter. She wondered if it was from McGonagall, but it wasn’t the owl that she normally used. But it must be important because she could see the bird, when the past couple days she hasn’t been able to see anything that came from the magical post.

She was about to open it when… “Hermione, you coming?” Draco called out again.

She stuffed the letter into her bag and walked out into the living room, “I’m ready.”

“Okay good. I went ahead and fed Crookshanks.”

“Um Draco, how exactly are we going to get to the party?”

“Well I’m going to try appariting first. It worked the other night when we left the pub.”

“Yeah, but that was before I discovered my magic was disappearing. What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we’ll fly there.”

Hermione’s face paled. “Surely we could come up with something other than flying right?”

“We’ll see. It won’t be that bad. But for now just put your arms around me and hold on tight.”

            She closed her eyes as well prepared for it not to work. She heard a pop and all of a sudden she felt like she was getting ripped apart, and pulled in all different directions and being turned inside out. All while her stomach took turns dropping to the floor then shooting up into her throat. The next second she noticed her feet landing with a thud. She pulled away from Draco so fast that she became dizzy.

“Easy there.”

            His strong arms came around her helping her settle down into a nearby chair. She put her hands on her knees trying to force the sickness in her stomach to subside. He bent down so he was eye level with her and cradled her clammy cheek in his hand.

“Are you okay? You look a little…green.”

She nodded not trusting her voice to speak just yet.

“Smitty, please get Hermione a glass of ice water…and maybe a gingerbeer or something to settle her stomach.” He turned back to her. “Well good news is that you can still apparaite.”

“Ha, and the bad news is that it was the absolute worst appariting experience I’ve ever had.”

Regret filled his eyes, “I’m so sorry.” He stroked her cheek. “We probably should have just walked here but I wanted to test it out and see if you could still do it or not.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I just need a second to regroup.”

“Okay. Well just stay here and rest, lay down if you need to. Make yourself at home. I’m going to go and get ready. Smitty will be here incase you need anything else.”

            She nodded. Once the room stopped spinning she got her bearings straight. She realized they were in Draco’s flat. A glass of water and a glass of gingerbeer sat on the coffee table in front of her. She didn’t know how they got there…wee she knew Smitty, Draco’s house elf was behind it, but she never saw him appear.

            She decided to go with the gingerbeer, taking small sips, hoping to ease the queasiness in her stomach. She’s never had problems with appariting before this, and this was completely awful. She felt like she just went through a muggle washing machine set to the spin cycle. Just thinking about it made her stomach lurch.

            She really didn’t want to go through that again; mainly she didn’t want to get sick in front of the Malfoy’s and all their pureblood friends. Once her stomach settled she got up to walk around. She was still amazed of the space of his place. It was like a mini version of the Malfoy Manor all the way down to the furniture although it was more modern and up to date.

“Are you feeling better?” Draco asked attentively behind her, he now wore black dress slacks and a emerald green button down shirt. In one hand he carried a small black suitcase and his other hand was hidden behind his back.

“Yeah for a second it was just a bit overwhelming.”

“I’m thinking we shouldn’t apparaite to the party. I don’t want to make you any more uncomfortable then you already are.”

“What do you have in mind?”

            He pulled out his broom from behind him. It was a Phoenix Flight 360x, the newest, fastest broom on the market. She hated flying with everything in her being, but if it was that or apparaite, she have to go with flying. Where were Harry and Ron at a time like this? They would never believe her if she said she was about to get on a broomstick, she’d have to have proof otherwise they wouldn’t believe her for a second.

            They gathered all of there belongings and started heading towards the lift. Draco called out to Smitty and asked him to look after Crookshanks while they were gone.

“I can’t believe that you would rather stay at my place, when you have this.” She gestured towards his flat as the doors on the lift were closing.

Draco pressed the button for the rooftop. “Your place is cozier, lived in. Mine is cold and sterile feeling. And it’s too big for one person.”

“Haha, then why did you get it?”

He shrugged, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

            Once they got to the roof he took her suitcase from her and he shrunk both his and her suitcases with a shrinking charm, and then stuck them in his pocket. Then he held out the broom.

“Would you rather sit in front or behind me?”

“Um, which would be easier for you?” She asked already regretting her decision to fly.

“It doesn’t matter to me. If you sit in front of me then I can keep my arms around you, but you would have to hold on to the broomstick. If you sit behind me then you just have to hold on to me.”

“Um…” If she sat in front of him, his arms would be around her making her chances at falling slim, and if she sat behind him then she would have to trust herself not to let go of him.

He straddled the broom awaiting her decision.

“I’d rather hold on to you, than the broom.” She didn’t mean for it to come out sounding sexual in anyway but the way his eyes darkened into dark silver meant he was thinking about something else other than flying.

He held out his hand, “Do you trust me?” he whispered, looking her in the eyes as he spoke.

She nodded, “Yes,” she replied breathlessly as she took his hand.

He turned her palm over and kissed the center of it then closed her fingers around it. As if he wanted her to keep that kiss of his forever, hidden in the center of her palm. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I won’t let you fall.”

            She knew he was talking about flying, but she heard more unspoken meanings in his words as if he were also talking about the party, their time together…their life together.

She mentally shook herself and stepped behind him on the broom and wrapped her arms tight around his waist. Keeping his hidden kiss tucked safe in the cage of her fingers. She laid her head on the back of his shoulder and inhaled a deep breath and capturing the scent that was his and his alone. Then she squeezed her eyes tight. The next thing she knew they were up in the air.

AN: Hey everyone. Okay so I lied last time. I said this chapter we would finally get a glimpse of the Narcissa's Birthday Party, but obviously it's not. But I promise the next chapter it will be all about the party. Let me know what you think. I love reading all of your reviews so keep them coming. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to get the next one up soon. Please keep reading and reviewing. Until next time. :)


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