A/N: This is my first full length fan fic. I'm still trying to figure out if I can actually write. Concrit welcomed, but please don't flame. This isn't a song fic, but it is inspired by the Maroon 5 song Never Gonna Leave This Bed. May contain Lemons for later chapters. Please forgive the inconsistent tenses and grammar hiccups. This is unbetaed. Enjoy and let me know what you thing. Reviews feed the plot bunnies.

Disclaimer: I own fuzzy slippers, a giant Tinkerbell cup and this laptop I'm writing on. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and are the intellectual property thereof. I'm just playing with them and promise to return them undamaged. Well, slightly dinged. Don't sue, I'm making no money from this.

Never Gonna Leave This Bed

Draco Malfoy wasn't scared. Not really. Malfoys don't get scared. He was, however, decidedly nervous. His buzz had worn off a bit, the one that had fueled his trek from the Leaky Cauldron to this non-descript 2nd floor walk-up in Muggle London. It had been months since the last time he'd been here. Months since he'd turned his back on this place and the woman residing here. That infuriating, lovely, stubborn, brilliant witch who had offered him his true hearts desire. Not that he'd recognized it for what it was at the time, all those hours, days, weeks (decades), months ago. Draco is kind of an idiot that way. He'd only seen terrifying change and responsibility. She'd changed the game by breaking the unspoken rule between them. They weren't supposed to be anything serious, you see. Just scratching an itch. Enemies with benefits, if you will. That is until she said those damning three words and changed the game. I. Love. You.

To a man in Draco Malfoy's position, the only words in the English language more personally terrifying are "we need to talk". Or maybe "I'm pregnant". At least he can count himself lucky she hadn't said that last one. He wouldn't have been able to run from that last one, not even for a moment. So, she said the words, changed the game and proud Draco Malfoy did the only thing he could think to do at the time. He bolted. Skeedadled. To quote the lady in question: What. An. Idiot.

So here he stands, slightly more sober than he wishes he was (but slightly less sober than he really should be) and before he can stop himself, he knocks. Loudly, as he really isn't entirely sober. More loudly than he intends. He can hear the muffled sound of his love behind the door. The cheap door. How can she live here? It isn't safe. Doesn't she know that? Rabid fans out for an autograph or souvenir from the war heroine, or Death Eater sympathizers could easily get through that poor excuse for a barrier with equal ease. Draco is suddenly, inexplicably, angry at her lack of security. She should KNOW better. However, he is just sober enough to realize that going off on her about her flimsy door will not work in his best interests. His witch does have a temper. As the door opens, he schools his features into his most apologetic expression. At least he hopes. There's a fine line between looking apologetic and constipated. Apparently.

Hermione Granger takes one brief look at the man standing at her door and seriously considers slamming it in his face. His too handsome face. (What is that look for? Does he need the loo? What? Oh, moving on.) However, she was raised right, so instead she fixes the intruder with a bland stare. "Draco. Do you have any idea what time it is? If you have something to say to me, send an owl or at least drop by unexpectedly at a decent hour." Without giving him a chance to reply, she gently closes the door.

Draco is stunned silent at the lack of real reaction, of heat, of anger from Hermione. The he is unceremoniously knocked on his ass by the force of her wards flaring to life. Guess she wasn't as careless as he'd thought. She just hadn't bothered to bar him magically before. Yeah…that wasn't one of his better moments. Time to regroup. To get the woman he loves to realize he loved her and take him back, he was going to need all his faculties. And reinforcements.

A/N: So there it is. Let me know what you think. I have the second chapter written and will try to post this evening. Hugs and kisses!

Lillybelle