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“Starring is known to be impolite, you know,” Hermione informed turning around from the large shelf full of books in the West Wing library.
“I’m thinking,” Blaise mumbled.
“You stare whilst you think?” Hermione questioned jumping down from the small stepping stool after retrieving her book.
“I don’t notice what I’m starring at when I think,” Blaise replied placing his face in his hands and leaning forward on the table.
“Please, don’t stress yourself. I don’t want to have to tend to you again,” She pleaded placing the book on the counter along with the three large piles they had skimmed through quickly in the past four hours.
“Why are we in here?” Blaise groaned into his hands.
“What’s that? I don’t speak child,” Hermione teased flipping through the large blue book in her hand. She almost could hear the menacing glare on his face.
“Why did you bring me in here with you?” He said enunciating every syllable.
“I am looking in the registry for a certain book and I need your help.”
“You are looking at a book for a book? Are you going mental?”
“It’s a very peculiar book I want, it’s one of the many few I haven’t read,” Hermione replied rising from her seat to walk back to the large bookcase.
“You care about it this much to harm your brother’s wellbeing?”
“Leave if you must, there’s a large possibility I’ll be in here all night,” Hermione shouted from across the room.
“Fine, but so you know, Draco is coming tonight,” Blaise whistled before closing the door.
At the sound of his name Hermione lost her balance dropping her book onto the ground and falling onto the floor beneath her.
“Why?” She mouthed to herself before slapping her forehead with her palm.
Hermione walked down the long corridors of her manor until she reached the familiar mahogany wooden door of Blaise’s room. She brought her hand up in front of her face balled up in a fist and began knocking softly, than rapidly growing faster.
“May I help you?” Blaise asked once he pulled the door open quickly.
“Where’s mother?” Hermione snapped.
“She went to the Malfoy’s with a few other women,” He explained.
“Who’s in there with you?” She pestered looking over his shoulder. Before she could take another look Blaise shut the door in her face.
She scoffed loudly and turned around quickly suddenly bumping into a large boulder like figure and falling onto her back with the boulder landing on top of her.
Hermione opened her eyes and glared heavily at the disturbing figure, “Malfoy!”
“Doesn’t this seem familiar?” He chuckled glancing down at her attire she had chosen for the day. His eyes wandered down the low cut white tank top with the tops of the red lacey bra appearing.
“Please let me up,” Hermione blurted covering her face with her hands.
Draco starred at her amused, but stood up holding his hand for her to take. Hermione brought her small hands up to his large ones and pulled herself up.
“I should be getting back to my room,” She said beginning to walk away.
“Wait,” Draco, “Can we talk for a second?”
Hermione gripped his hand tightly in her own and dragged him into her bedroom, closing the door swiftly making sure nobody had seen her let him inside, “Look Draco, if this is about what happened at The Three Broomsticks, don’t explain what happened, we were both sloshed, and had no idea what we were doing. I understand mistakes happen, and if you’re here to bribe me to keep my mouth shut then there is no need to.”
Draco stood there for a few seconds starring at her shockingly. She actually had the audacity to think that he was here to bribe her into keeping quiet about the incident.
“I’m not here to bribe you, I came here to say I don’t regret it,” He replied running a hand through his head.
“That’s some of the best sex I’ve ever had, drunk or not, I know a good shag,” Draco smirked crossing his arms.
“You arrogant ars-,” Hermione began but was interrupted when his lips were pressed onto hers roughly and his hands clasped around her upper arm. At first her eyes were wide and she refused to kiss back, but then after a few more moments of relishing of venomous kiss, she caved in and kissed back placing her arms around his shoulders.
Within the next moment her back was pressed into the mattress of her bed and she was close to being completely bare.
Draco’s hands skimmed up and down her curves producing a small moan from her lips. His lips trailed seductive kisses from her jawline to her collarbone. Hermione brought her hands to his bare chest, digging her fingers into his skin, pulling him closer to her.
She pulled her lips away for a moment and glanced at him, “This is just sex.”
He smirked widely and nodded, “Just sex.”
Within the next two weeks Hermione had secretly seen Draco every night at the same time, in random locations, mostly in muggle London. Hermione’s mother had agreed to purchase her a loft there. With her job in the Ministry she could afford to pay the rent. The privilege of the loft it was ran by wizards in muggle London.
“This place is perfect for you,” Draco said running his fingers along the frame of the large mirror she had placed above the fireplace.
“Thanks,” Hermione smiled throwing herself across her cream colored couch. She had made her living room and bedroom reflect colors that reminded her of herself. Her living room was decorated in mainly cream and lilac, while her bedroom had very deep scarlet and beige colors. Her kitchen was the simple white and black tile, titanium appliances, and perfectly decorated island.
“You know, this desk looks very tempting,” Draco smirked.
“Draco, haven’t you done enough on the desk in my office,” Hermione teased standing up and walking towards him.
“I haven’t broken in your new apartment yet,” He chuckled throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her up the stairs with loud laughter falling from her mouth.
The next morning Hermione woke up to the soft snores of Draco, which she found soothing and calming. Her head was pressed against his bare chest and her fingers were tracing small circles amongst his stomach. His hand quickly flew up and grasped hers pulling it closer to his face and spreading it out against his cheek.
“Good morning,” She whispered placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“It’s a better then good morning,” Draco corrected pulling her closer to his body.
“Why’s that?” She sighed feeling her body want to go back to sleep.
“I woke up to you,” He replied kissing the back of her head.
“Draco,” Hermione warned turning around to face him.
“I know,” He began.
“I thought we made a compromise?”
“We did,” Draco sighed sitting up and rubbing his face with his hands.
“I don’t want to get into anything serious,” She said.
“Maybe that’s what you need.”
“Draco, you know why I can’t.”
“Hermione, you can’t keep going back to that. It’s been a year, and look what happened. He got another woman pregnant, he cheated on you, and he left almost five days ago to tour the world for a year for Quidditch. He’s out of your life, why do you keep going back to him? I’m here for you, and you keep pushing me away.”
Quickly her hand flew across his face leaving a large red print; he slowly raised his left hand to his cheek and rubbed the red mark.
“How dare you have the audacity to talk about my problems,” She hissed. Draco looked at her impassively and quickly pulled on his jeans and white t-shirt.
“Where are you going?” Hermione asked watching as he shrugged him jacket onto his shoulders.
“I know when I’m unwanted, so I’ll be leaving,” Draco answered with his back turned to her. He quickly shut the bedroom door behind him and left her there alone.
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