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This is a sideline project for fun in my spare time. Due to the nature of it being O/shots - updates may not be often.

A collection of Dramione drabbles/one shots.

Each chapter is inspired by a song on the 50 shades darker soundtrack. I am OBSESSED with this album! Each chapter is unrelated to the previous one. This will be a combination of light, dark and dirty! So yes of course, lemons!

*I haven't read the 50 shades books. I'm drawing my inspo from the songs and possibly some scenes in the movie but this will be 100% my take on things. I own nothing, no copyright infringement is intended.

1st chapter is just a punch in the feels to warm up! I hope you enjoy! X Beta love to Saintdionysus!

And thank you to Coyg-81 for enjoying one of the first reads of this.

Disclaimer, Jk Rowling owns. The songs featured in the makings of this fic aren't mine either. The plots are mine though.

"I don't wanna live forever"

By Taylor Swift ft Zayn Malik

Draco is sprawled across a luxurious king size bed—alone, half-wrapped in a white cotton sheet whilst parts of his naked body lay exposed to the large hotel room. He's been awake all damn night, and as the sun peeks through the curtains of his lavish accommodation, his bloodshot eyes strain as the light threatens to burn them. He buries his face into a pillow in an attempt to block the sun. He can't stop thinking about her, and it's driving him crazy.

Who the hell does she think she is? He grunts to himself, and it takes him an immense amount of effort to roll to his side. He flops himself onto his back, arms spread across the bed as he continues to wallow in self-pity, while memories of her continue to haunt him.

Pfft. Ignoring my existence like I am nothing. I remember the things we did. You know what I've done to you. I know how I've made you feel every time my lips explored every crevice of your delectable body. I can't believe I am losing sleep over this beautiful fucking bitch.

Draco uses his elbows to push himself up.

You're an exquisite specimen, Hermione...all it took was one taste. Don't you know what you're doing to me? Urgh.

His legs peel over the edge of the bed, and his feet connect with the floor. A wave of his hand opens the curtains, and he approaches the glass panels to take in the late morning view. His bare chest is incredibly stark in comparison to the orange-hued sky.

His hands are resting on top of his head while he paces in front of the window.

I'm too fucking proud to tell you I want you 're bright, Granger, fucks sake I didn't mean it. I didn't know I could push you that far. I fucked up. I've got a business meeting in five fucking minutes, but instead, I'm closed up in a hotel room thinking of your sweet voice moaning my name.

He sighs.

Don't make me grovel, witch, I refuse. I won't deny you if you come back to me. But I'm impatient so don't make me wait too long. Please. I'm not begging but it's been long enough, you made your point.

The sound of his hotel room unlocking itself causes Draco to stare longingly at the door. His immediate thought is its her .

Blaise appears looking indifferent, dressed sharply in impeccable business attire. His face contorts into one of disgust at the site of Draco's disheveled form.

" For fucks sake, Draco, pull yourself together. Our meeting started 5 minutes ago, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Draco dismisses Blaise using a shooing motion. Blaise gives him a stern look, and Draco confesses his woes.

"Granger. She fucking left," states Draco. There is something neurotic about the way he jitters and twitches in disbelief. "She's under my skin. In a bad way. I can't eat. I can't sleep."

"Have you told her this?"

"Fuck no. Who do you think I am?"

"Mr. Fucking Stupid, that's who."

"Thanks, captain- fucking obvious!"

"You're welcome," smirks Blaise with a curt nod. "You do realise she's at the meeting downstairs don't you? She was asked to represent the ministry last minute."

"What? She's here?" responds Draco with unnerving desperation.

Blaise nods. "She checked in last night. In fact, all business associates are staying on this floor."

Feeling hopeful Draco accio's his wand, a fresh suit, and a tie. He uses magic to dress himself, being sure to freshen up and he inspects his appearance in the mirror. He leans on the basin sink for a moment. Fuck she's here. How was she sleeping on this floor last night without me knowing? Me! I've lost my touch. My senses are off...she's got me so fucked up I can't even think straight! He stares at his solid reflection at the realisation as he combs his hand through his hair. What if she doesn't—

"—Draco."

Draco finds Blaise in the reflection of the mirror, but before he continues a strange ringing sound disrupts him—Blaise receives a phone call. He answers his muggle device promptly, and It isn't a long conversation. The voice on the other end is female.

"Blaise, the meeting has been postponed because you-know-who decided to sleep in."

"Granger, I'm with him now. He's freshening up. We can be there—"

"—It's already been rearranged."

"Very well. Let me know the details. I'll make sure he doesn't have another sleepy start."

"Thank you. How is he?"

"It's probably best I don't discuss that."

"Okay."

"Are you going to be hanging around?"

"I am. Just for two days. I've got some work to catch up on."

"Can I suggest a drink later? To discuss—"

"—It's fine. I'm at the bar anyway. I need wifi and obviously something a little stronger in my morning coffee."

"Understood. Look, I have to go. Take care, Granger."

"You too."

"Scratch that. Meeting's been postponed because of your sleepy start."

"I didn't get much— any sleep," snaps Draco.

"Well, whose fault is that?" questions Blaise in a mocking tone.

"Granger's," states Draco obviously.

"No, it's yours..." replies Blaise matter-of-factly.

Draco's head whips around, eager to know more. "You spoke to her?" he demands. "Where is she?"

"Hardly. It was business," he plays it down, brushing it off like it's 'no big deal.' Calmly he dangles the meat in front of Draco. "I have reason to believe she is having a rather 'special' coffee at the bar whilst getting some work done."

"I knew there were reasons why I keep you around," chided Draco.

"Shut up and be grateful you prick. And stop being so dejected—shit doesn't suit your beautiful Malfoy face," sniggered Blaise. "And Draco...do not fuck this up."

Hermione exits the restroom. Her heels click clack on the floor as she makes her way across the bar to her work space. She absent-mindedly passes Draco. Distracted by her thoughts of him.

Hermione checked into the hotel last night and coincidently, her room is next to his. Their beds backed onto the opposite sides of the same wall. She didn't get a wink of sleep as a result because she could hear him tossing and turning all night. She was grateful for the revitalising potion she'd packed—although she needed a tonne of makeup to cover the dark circles under her eyes…

All night she replayed the events of their breakup, and she couldn't help but question if she dodged a bullet or lost the love of her life. This breakup, in particular, has been her most painful experience to date.

Hermione passes Draco on her way to her table, and he gets a whiff of her. His heart increases as he inhales a fragrant mix of her floral perfume and pheromones. It's an alluring and intoxicating scent, and she remains oblivious to the way the chemicals between them are in effect.

She turns around to pull out her chair and sit down, but Draco is waiting. He reaches out to her, placing his hand on top of hers as she attempts to pull out the chair. His facial features are nothing short of strained, with a gaze so intense he looks as though he is in either extreme pain or struggling with a difficult task.

Hermione breaks the silence, but her voice doesn't crack to reflect the pieces of her shattered heart.

"Malfoy ."

Draco's heart is pounding so fast he is sure he is having a coronary. "Granger ." He has no nerve, and they stand face on in an awkward silence.

Hermione clears her throat. " Is there something you want to say?"

Why do you have to break my balls like this, Hermione? I'm here. I've given in.

Draco remains frozen in silence—emasculated, lack of nerve; and he gulps as his dignity flies away.

Hermione begins to pack her things hurriedly. She is walking away from him quicker than he realises.

Draco's legs betray his pride as he finds himself running after her. He grabs her shoulder.

"Hermione, wait."

Hermione stops, holding back the sobs that threaten to escape her.

"I'm already choking down my pride. Don't make this any harder than it is. Please. Just don't go."

Hermione's voice shakes a little, but she still delivers her response with grace.

"Then give me a reason to stay."

Pushing himself beyond his restraints he blurts out, "you deserve so much more than I was ever prepared to give you. I'm sorry that it took you leaving for me to realise that."

Hermione's mouth drops open in shock, but she recovers quickly. "So what now?"

Draco takes her left hand; his thumb tracing circles on the inside of her palm.

"Now I spend the rest of my life showing you."