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She wasted no time putting her shirt on.

It was only one night, she repeated to herself.

But she knew better. It had been building up over the last six months. Ron hadn't been home most of the time, and when he was home all they did was argue. Work had been the only sanctuary she had. And as fate would have it, Draco was there.

He hadn't always been Draco. Most of the time he'd been Malfoy to her. He was smug, arrogant, and a right bastard most of the time.

But he completed her.

"Why can't you understand, 'Mione? All the other players wives don't work! You should have seen their faces when they found out that you do! I've never felt so embarrassed!" he had shouted at her.

"I won't be a house wife, Ron! I've worked too hard to just give up now. Not now that we're so close-"

"No! I won't listen to you ramble on about your bloody work with Malfoy!"

Hermione looked over at the sleeping man on the bed. She pulled her skirt on and quietly began putting on her boots.

"Are you fucking him?"

"What? How dare you?"

"What else would I expect from a slag like you?"

"You have no right! I've never given you a reason-"

Hermione quietly searched for her wand. It was next to Draco's on the nightstand.

She almost didn't see his hand move towards his wand. She put up a quick shield to block the curse he had sent towards her. They dueled briefly before she sent a silent jinx at him.

She saw him move slightly on the bed. She froze; she didn't want to face him.

Enraged, Ron sent another curse at her. The red light hit her briefly before she disarmed him.

Without another word, she apparated away.

She had appeared outside Draco's flat. Her sudden appearance alerted his wards and he was outside in seconds.

"Hermione-"

She burst into tears and threw her arms around him.

From then on, they were inseparable. From the moment she left her home until just an hour before she went home to bed, they were together. Ron had apologized and she'd forgiven him. They moved on and pretended as if that night hadn't happened.

For months, Draco begged her to leave Ron. It had led to many arguments between the two. He readily pointed out how unhappy she seemed and that she deserved better. She denied her unhappiness and told him to mind his own business. But they would always reconcile and go back to work without another word until he asked her to leave Ron again.

That had led them to attending their work party together. Ron was out of the country again (he hadn't been home for six weeks) and Draco had been quick to ask her to be his date.

"We're far better matched up together, Granger," he had said after they'd had more than a few drinks. "Weasley is an idiot."

"He's my- my-,"

"HA! You can't even say it! Admit it, Granger," he said, taking a step towards her. "He doesn't make your blood boil like I do." His face was only inches away from hers. She was frozen in place.

Hours later, there she was, trying to sneak out of his flat without waking him. As she turned the doorknob, she hear him whisper, "Don't leave." She turned to face him. "Don't leave."

"Draco, I..." she trailed off. She thought hard about what she was going to do next. Was she a coward, scared of leaving the man she was supposed to love? What was she afraid of? Hurting him like he had hurt her before? Draco had proven to her time and time again that he would be good to her. Ron always dismissed her intelligence, while Draco matched it. Ron didn't pay attention , while Draco could tell just by the sound of her voice what she was feeling.

He completed her.

She completed him.

What was she doing? Draco kept his gaze on her while he sat up in bed. He extended his hand out, calling her back to him.

What am I doing?

They were perfect together.

Am I a coward?

She walked back to him.