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A/N: This little thing is for Ladie Phoenix007. Hope it cheers you up. Hugs
An Apology, Malfoy Style.
This nonsense had to stop. If only he could have a few seconds alone with her but, being the smart witch that she was, she had managed to avoid him. When circumstances forced them to be in the same room, people surrounded them. She also ignored him; truly, she had mastered the art of acting as if he wasn't there.
Well, he wanted his witch back. She was angry enough not to listen, not to talk to him, not to look at him, not to be touched by him. There was only one option. It had worked in the past and it would work again.
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She must be dreaming of him again. Alcohol induced dreams were the best, even if the culprit of such indecorous behaviour somehow insinuated himself in the subconscious wanderings of her mind. In her dream she wasn't angry at him anymore, so she indulged. And on and on it went. A languorous, tender kiss. She sighed even as the Draco in her dream continued to nibble, taste and love her with his mouth. Reluctantly, she willed her eyelids to lift up ever so slowly. Hermione, the ever-pragmatic witch, knew that reality couldn't be avoided.
She pinched her thigh since dream Draco refused to go poof! The instant she realised what was happening, and as her protests were about to unleash all of her righteous fury, he silenced her.
"Shhh, please hear me out," he implored. The assault of her lips continued. "Just listen to me Hermione, please," he begged. Even as he spoke, his lips never stopped "talking" in that delicious way she loved and missed so much.
Hermione closed her eyes and listened. He was sorry, he truly was. She kissed him back.