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Are you crazy enough to do it Challenge

748. (lyric prompt) "Girl you're getting over him and I'm getting over her. The eyes have it made, ain't gotta say a word." – Came Here to Forget – Blake Shelton

If You Dare Challenge

917: Untamed Ripples

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge: 917 Trait – Playful

Word count: 613

"You're going to get over him," Draco promised running his fingers through her hair. She raised her head, her caramel eyes meeting his stormy ones.

"I can't. You're not over her either."

"I know, I'm getting there, Granger."

"It's Weasley now, remember?"

"How could I ever forget, maybe I want to? Maybe I want to pretend that tonight, you're still Hermione Granger, and I'm still me? One night?" Hermione smiled as she playfully pushed him back against the wall.

"One night, Draco, that's all this can be, one night," she whispered kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her heart beating against him. He knew she was wrong. It wasn't going to be one night, it couldn't. One night would ripple, would snowball, into more. There was no halfway with Hermione Granger.

He broke the kiss, taking her hand and leading her up to one of his many guest rooms. He couldn't use the master room, no, not yet. It was still too soon. As he walked, she toyed with his hair, kissed him playfully on the back of the neck. He wondered what the hell Weasley hadn't been doing to satisfy his witch.

She nearly climbed on top of him as they reached the bed, her lips pressing against his roughly.

"One night, Granger, remember," he stated, gently sliding the straps of her tank top down revealing the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered she'd been wearing one she arrived.

"That's the deal," she murmured playing with his shirt, popping the buttons slowly until it was hanging open revealing his fairly muscular chest. She stared at him a moment biting her lip before unbuckling his belt.

She shimmied out of her tank top, her skirt sliding down her hips. He couldn't believe she was even here, in his house. Yes, he'd needed this, but now, confronted with her actually being here...was he really having second thoughts. She looked up at him, her eyes full of pain, of longing for something she hoped he could give. All those doubts slowly faded and he finished undressing.

She watched him, following his moves, kissing him roughly, her fingers tracing his chest. He pulled her on top of him, hoping he was making a mistake. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding against him. She moaned softly leaning forward and nibbling his earlobe. He nearly couldn't control the surge of desire running through him.

Why? Why had he waited so long, knowing how she felt about him? Her lips were on his, her body against his, her pert breasts bouncing as she pushed him further, closer to the point of no return. He released with a loud moan, her following within a second. She screamed his name, his name! He wondered if this wasn't the first time she'd said his name like that. He knew it would be more than one night.

She murmured softly, laying her head against his chest. He stroked her hair. He watched her eyes close, her breathing slowing as she snuggled against him. She felt right in his arms, so right, just as Astoria had once felt. No, he refused to let his thoughts go there.

He forced himself to think about something else, the day she'd come to him, saying her and Weasel were getting a divorce. It had been his idea apparently. How could he throw away such a perfect witch, Draco had wanted to punch the idiot.

She sighed happily, falling asleep in his arms. He watched her for a second before reminding himself it was one night. One night of bliss, one night of sleeping with her in his arms. One night.