JK ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER ETC
Hermione sat in her empty flat feeling very lonely for the first time in her life, a cup of coffee in her hands, which had grown cold. Ginny had left earlier, having given up on trying to get her best friend to leave her flat and join her for a few birthday drinks. Hermione was now starting to regret that decision as the minutes continued to tick by slowly, and she found herself thinking more and more negatively. Today had not just been her birthday, the day which should have been a happy event would forever be marred by the fact that her divorce from Ronald Weasely had also been finalised.
At age twenty five she found herself a divorcee, and if that wasn't bad enough, she also found herself at the receiving end of much unwanted publicity. Rita Skeeter, that infernal beetle, seemed to draw much pleasure from painting Hermione as some cast off who had never really been good enough for a Weasely. Of course Harry and Ginny had been there through her entire ordeal, every inch the supportive friends she would have expected. It didn't change her circumstances though, and as much as she had told Ron she accepted his decision and forgave him, there was no way she was going to be hanging out with him and HER any time soon. Hence why she now found herself alone. With a heavy sigh she decided it was time to turn in, getting up she left the mug on the coffee table and made her way to her bare bedroom. She had been living in the muggle flat for over a month now but had not bought any furniture besides the necessities, thinking at first that Ron would come to his senses and she would just have to get rid of everything anyway. As of tomorrow however she knew she would have to give up on the silly notion and start making for herself a new life without the man who she had loved since she was a child. It seemed ridiculous that things had come to this, she never would have imagined that her fairy tale marriage would desinagrate so easily, or that Ron would actually fall in love with another person either. To be fair he had ended their marriage before he'd acted on his feelings and she couldn't bring herself to hate him just because he no longer loved her.
Opening her drawers she searched for her pyjamas, her mind emotionally exhausted, when she came across a photo she had secretly hidden there weeks prior. Slowly she retrieved it, hands shaking as she tortured herself further, her eyes glued to a laughing Ron who had his arms wrapped around her. It had been taken on their honeymoon four years prior, some of the happiest times in her life. She remembered how carefree they had both been in those early days, enjoying each other's company, their whole future ahead of them, a future that had now ended .
As her thoughts threatened to turn to the night Ron had told her everything, she suddenly snatched her wand, pointing it at the photo as she whispered 'Incendio' wincing as it burst into flames. Enough was enough, she thought if Ronald Weasely could so easily move on without a backward glance then so would she. Abandoning the idea of an early night, she stalked over to her wardrobe, furiously looking through all her outfits, trying to find something suitable for a night on the town. With a sigh she realised that nothing was suitable, she had always chosen her clothes based on comfort not on how the opposite sex may perceive her. Deciding to have another look, she chose a simple strapless black dress that dropped to her knees, it wasn't a knock out but it would do.
Quickly changing she waved her wand above her head, forcing her curls to lift into a semi acceptable hairstyle. Surveying herself in the mirror she decided to add a bit of makeup to complete the look, before turning and grabbing her purse. It was at this point she realised she was all dressed up with no place to go, surely Ginny would be tucked up in bed by now and she really couldn't ask Fleur to drop everything either. There was nowhere else to go but the Leaky Cauldron, once a favourite hangout of hers, none of her friends had been there in years, guaranteeing she wouldn't bump into any unwanted familiar faces.
Without giving herself time to rethink, she apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. She found the entrance was deserted as she'd expected it to be, at this time of night not many people frequented the area. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she pushed the entrance door aside, and took a look at her surroundings, glad to find it was not a busy night. A few wizards sat at the tables, none bothering to glance her way, she turned her attention to the bar and instantly regretted having made the decision to come. A man sat with his back to her, his identity unmistakeable as he ran his hands through platinum blonde hair.
Hermione thought about leaving for a few moments as she continued to stare at the back of Draco Malfoy. It was true the war had been over for a few years now; they were not enemies but not exactly friends either. The last time she had seen him was at The Ministry, where Harry had testified on his and Narcissa's behalf, Draco had not uttered one word to her which if she thought about their school years, wasn't exactly a bad sign. Summoning up the Gryffindor courage she so lacked when it came to Ron, she pushed all cares to the wind and made her way up to the bar.
"Evening Malfoy" She greeted politely as she took the seat next to his, her hands slightly shaking.
He looked up at her and was instantly shocked at seeing her but quickly masked it.
"Granger" He replied impassively.
"One Firewhiskey Please" She asked the bartender, smiling as he placed the drink in front of her.
An awkward silence ensued between them as she sipped her drink slowly, trying to think of something to say to someone she had only ever insulted. At least he had acknowledged her, which was a miracle in itself; the hard part was surely over.
"How's things?" She asked, wincing at how weak the question sounded even to her ears.
"Pretty good" He smirked, enjoying her discomfort.
"That's nice" She replied quietly.
"Are you seriously trying to involve me in useless conversation, Granger?" He smirked.
"I just thought if we were going to be sharing a drink together we might as well talk about something" She shrugged.
"I wasn't under the impression we were sharing a drink" He arched a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Look Malfoy, today is my birthday and instead of sitting at home feeling sorry for myself I would like to have a nice drink, even if that drink is with you" She sighed.
"Where's Potter and his wife?" He asked, avoiding mentioning the Weasel. He didn't live under a rock, and even if he had the constant stories The Prophet had written in the past few months would still have made it difficult to miss her divorce fiasco.
"Where's Pansy?" She shot back.
"She's probably asleep in her bed" He shrugged, "But that is none of your business"
"Neither is it any of yours where my friends are" She smirked, enjoying the conversation.
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were purposely trying to start a fight with me" He smiled, his eyes gleaming with humour.
She was slightly taken aback by his sudden change in mood, she was sure she had never seen him really smile like that before, well not when it involved her anyway.
"So what are you doing here tonight?" She changed tactic, gesturing to the bartender that she wanted a refill.
"It's been a long day, I come here to distress" He replied honestly.
"I wouldn't think a Malfoy would need to 'distress' " She laughed.
"So typical of you people to think that just because my father has a massive fortune at his disposal, we don't work hard for it." He scoffed.
"You people?" She asked innocently, baiting him.
"Cut it out Granger I meant you paupers of course"
He suddenly became aware of the fact that they were actually having a decent conversation, sure she kept wanting to goad him at every turn but it was a conversation none the less.
"Aren't we up ourselves" Hermione chuckled.
"Exactly what you people would say" He shook his head, turning his attention back to his drink.
"Have I offended your pure blood sensibilities?" She continued, enjoying herself immensely.
"Let's settle this, we'll make a bet, I'll order a round of drinks, if I'm able to drink them all, then you admit I'm your superior in every way" He suggested with a mischievous look.
"Sounds a bit childish" She pointed out, a little nervous about going head to head with him in a drinking game.
"If you're bowing out so quickly..." He smirked, noticing he'd struck a chord.
"Alright Malfoy, but if I win you will publicly acknowledge that I am your superior in every way" She retaliated.
"Publicly?" He hesitated.
"Well if you're bowing out so quickly..." She mocked.
"Fine" he said through gritted teeth, signally for the bartender.
Hermione drank more during the next hour then she had her entire life which spoke volumes for the state of mind she now found herself in. All her worries seemed to have been swept away for the moment and she found herself enjoying his company. However her head had started to swim making it a little difficult to focus.
"Struggling there Granger?" Draco asked, noticing she hadn't touched her drink for a while.
"I think I may well need to concede defeat" She replied honestly, looking at the four remaining glasses still sitting on the bar.
"So soon?" He mocked, his words a little slurred.
Hermione only nodded, trying her best to focus on his words.
"So tell me Granger, where will you be publicly proclaiming my superiority?"
"That was my side of the bet Malfoy, you did not say anything about proclaiming anything publicly" She shook her head, chuckling.
"You still haven't conceded" He pointed out, enjoying this side of her which was totally unknown to him.
"Draco Malfoy, You are my superior in every way" She drawled.
"Coming from those lips, I am entirely flattered" He laughed, finishing the rest of his drink.
"Please, like you need any encouragement to be full of yourself" she scoffed, rolling her eyes for good measure.
Draco simply chuckled, giving her a once over with his eyes for the first time that night. Although the dress she was wearing was not by any means glamorous, it appeared glamorous because it was on her body. He found himself looking at those lips which had tried to thwart him at every turn, imagining how good it would feel to taste them, even just once. A warning sounded off deep inside his head, reminding him of who they were and what his father would do to him should he discover the thoughts he was having about the mud blood.
"Have you gone to sleep?" She asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"No, I was just thinking we should really get out of here" He actually winked at her, deciding to ignore the voice of reason.
The smile fell from her face rapidly to be replaced by a shocked expression.
"What?" she asked nervously after a few moments, wondering if her inebriated state was causing hallucinations.
"Come on Granger live a little, meet me outside in five" He grinned, standing quickly and leaving her on her own without a single touch or glance.
Hermione sat contemplating just exactly what he meant by living a little. Did he actually want to sleep with her? The idea was too nerve racking to even consider not to mention ludicrous, the idea that perfect pureblood Malfoy wished to shag her senseless was absurd. However he had insinuated just that, the real question was whether perfect Hermione Granger wished to take him up on his offer, they had barely exchanged words after all. Not to mention that she was not the type of girl to have one night stands. She found her mind drifting to Ron, laughing as she thought about exactly what the red head would be saying to her if he were there at that moment. He had abandoned her however, and moved on, leaving her to wallow in her own pity. This would be just a night of fun, which would perhaps help in sew up some wounds and allow her to move on. Or it could just open up a few more, the voice of reason whispered.
To hell with it she thought, she could always blame it on the amount of alcohol she had consumed, this was her only chance at bedding the so called Slytherian God. She'd have to be insane to say no.
Taking her purse , she walked outside to where a man who actually desired her was waiting. Her breath already coming in short gasps, she looked around as she exited the Leaky Cauldron, a slight frown appearing when she couldn't see him. Had it all just been a cruel joke? She thought.
"You continue to surprise me Granger" His amused voice coming out of nowhere made her jump.
Before she had a chance to regain her senses, he'd seized her arm and pushed her back against the wall of the pub, pressing his body against hers.
"Malfoy" She began nervously, her mind a jumble as she felt every inch of his body against hers.
He didn't respond but covered her lips with his own, forcing them open so he could assault her mouth with his tongue. Her mind raced as he continued his onslaught sending slight tingles down her back as she realised how much she was enjoying this. Tentatively at first, she began returning the kiss, losing herself completely in the moment until she found herself kissing him back just as passionately as he was. Slowly she slid her hands up his chest, bunching the material of his shirt in her fists as a moan escaped her lips. Abruptly he left her mouth focusing instead on the soft flesh of her neck, as his hand began to wander across her breasts. Hermione could feel herself getting more and more aroused as his mouth travelled lower, her mind blank to everything but the pleasure he was giving her. Suddenly he stopped his ministrations, causing her to groan out loud in disappointment at the loss she felt.
"My place?" He asked in between harsh breaths, looking at her straight in the eyes.
A look of hesitation crossed her face as she tried to think clearly but this was soon replaced with a care free smile and a nod.
Not having to be told twice he wrapped an arm around her body, and apparated before either could really think about the consequences that could come from spending a night together.
A/N
Obviously any story featuring Draco and Hermione as a couple is OOC as the characters created by JK Rowling would never ever consider each other, that is why fan fiction exists, so we can all create. Also I decided to start the ball rolling early for the sake of the plot hence how quickly Hermione is willing to jump into Draco's bed. Also this will not be a Ron bashing story, he's just a guy who fell out of love with his wife, happens all the time. Please review and let me know how I went Many Thanks
