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Author's note: Rated M for adult themes. This takes place after the 19 years later.
For: WelcomeToLolaLand: Lola, and CityGirl419: Destiny! Two people with whom I know LOVE Dramiones.
This was written for the Multi-Chapter Romance Challenge at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge forum set by Yaoiluvergirl.
Hermione's office meeting ended quickly and she was ever so grateful. She had a horrible headache and just wanted a few minutes of peace. She knew that Ron knew she was working late tonight and Rose and Hugo were at Hogwarts. Hermione had time for a power nap before her next appointment. A knock at the door interrupted her as soon as she saw the back of her eyelids. A groan escaped her.
"I'm busy, I'll take you at the appropriate time." Hermione said, hearing the strain in her own voice. It was then when he barged through her door, causing her to sit up straight. All thoughts of sleep were forgotten as new opportunities presented themselves.
"Malfoy."
"Granger. I need you to get your oaf of a friend Loony Lovegood to stop printing lies about me. It's ruining my reputation," he slammed the Quibbler down on the desk in front of Hermione, making her practically jump in fright.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you could please close the door to my office, I would be glad to assist you further with your situation," She said, tone short and pointed.
Hermione worked at the ministry of magic and Draco Malfoy was a client of hers. When Draco refused to shut the door, Hermione rolled her eyes, stood up and shut the door, knowing full well how this usually progressed.
Usually, it was behind closed doors that he tried to make a move on her. Where she would let him make a move on her.
She slammed him against the back door to her office after locking it shut with magic. Her lips crashed against his, hard, biting his lower lip, and causing a moan to form out of him. Their tongues clashed in a passionate battle.
They had tried stopping the affair, but had quickly found that they couldn't. Or maybe it was simply that they didn't want to, had no reason to.
After Ron started working late at night, Hermione started making excuses to go visit her parents. She hadn't meant for an affair to start between him and her but one had. It had started the Christmas before last, when he saw her full of stress and loneliness. She ran into a very stressed Draco at the Leaky Cauldron, and it went on from there. She could hardly remember the days when this wasn't going on.
Hermione kissed him once, all that time ago, she hadn't had any idea what had come over her or why she was kissing a Malfoy, but it had felt oh-so right at the time. Despite how wrong it was.
She fumbled for his hands with one of hers, found it and slammed it against the door. After doing the same with the other, she had his wrists above his head. He tried shoving her off with his hand - the one she let go of-, but she slipped her hand under his shirt, stopping him.
"Hermione," he only mumbled her name when it was just the two of them. In public, she was Granger and he was Malfoy and they were throwing dirty looks as fast as insults. In secret, they were lovers.
"No, it's okay," Hermione said, mind muddled from the kisses, "I caught Ron last week with Lavender at the shop. Trust me; he won't dare say anything if anyone caught us." Hermione whispered, reassuring him as she bit his lower lip again the way she knew he liked. But something was different this time...
"Hermione, get off," he pushed her away and she immediately released the grip she had on his hand. In public, she was Granger and he was Malfoy and they were throwing dirty looks as fast as insults. In secret, they were lovers.
"Draco?" She looked puzzled.
"I can't. Not anymore. We called it quits remember? I honestly came in here to ask you to tell Luna to stop printing lies about the Malfoy family. I've done my best to rebuild our name and she's tearing-" she couldn't help it again. She had to kiss him. Her lips interrupted him as he was still talking.
"It doesn't matter, remember?" She said.
"No, Hermione, it does to me. I get you and Weasel are possibly getting a divorce, and the old me would have loved a chance for an affair, but you're still married. I really am trying to rebuild my name. I've told people in press conferences that I've changed. Don't make me a liar."
"But... Draco, you were all for the affair when we first started it two years ago." Hermione said as she tried to pull him close again. Her mind was reeling with shock.
"That was before I fell in love with you," his confession stunned her.
She stumbled back. Hermione turned away from him and walked over to her bookshelf. She pulled a book out, laid it on the table, and looked further. Finding what she was looking for, she grabbed it and turned around. An old bottle of Firewhisky she kept for emergencies for her clients, but never used on herself 'till now.
"I didn't know you drank." Draco said walking towards her, taking the second glass and holding it up to her.
"I usually don't. This is for emergencies for my clients, but I need it. Oh Merlin. You love me. I didn't expect this to turn into love," she fumbled with the lid, trying to open the bottle but failed. Draco took the bottle from her, opened it and poured himself a glass. He drank it in one gulp even though you weren't supposed to chug Firewhiskey. He then poured her a glass and poured himself another.
"I don't want to stop the affair," she admitted after pretending to take a sip. "I swear, it's okay. Really. Since I caught him cheating, we've sort of had an unspoken agreement on our relationship." Hermione took another glass of Firewhiskey and another. She felt herself start to slur the words as she talked. Wow, she was such a lightweight. Or maybe simply devious? You have to act like a Slytherin to get to think like a Slytherin... or something like that.
"Seriously, Drraaco, oops Draco, it's alright. Kiss me," she pretended to be drunk to lure him into drinking. She knew he hardly drank He had known he shouldn't kiss her, because he was trying to change, but after his fourth glass, he had felt the alcohol overpower him and wanted her right then, right there.
Somehow, between her being drunk right now and Draco feeling slightly more than tipsy, Hermione had canceled all her appointments, and magicked a bed out of nowhere.
"Don't stop this. Please, I need it." She muttered to Draco after pushing him on the bed. He tried sitting up, but by that time she was already on top of him.
"You're drunk, and so am I. This isn't right. I really can't stay, " he said sitting up, but she pushed him down once more slipping her hand under his shirt.
"Draco, I love you," she said in a tone that wasn't drunk - or even tipsy - in the least.
"Hermione, you don't mean it. You're just kissing me because you're drunk. Just like you're just saying that cause you're drunk. Really. I have to go," he managed to get her off of him and stood up.
"Don't leave me this way. Stay with me because, I can't go home tonight anyway," she knew she did it. She played the line she knew would hurt him the most.
"Not here. Since you've already canceled everything for today, I know a place. It's on the outskirts of Muggle London. We can escape there."
"I have Muggle money," she said standing up. She got rid of the bed as fast as she had made it appear. She pushed him against the door once more, put her lips to his and kissed them hard.
She held onto him as he disapparated, leading the way to the hotel. Once they were outside it, she handed him the money and he paid for a room. From there, the affair started like in the office. She jumped in his arms as he pushed through their room's door after unlocking it with a key.
"I shouldn't really stay." Draco muttered once the door was closed behind. She was still wrapped around him as he hurried to the bed.
"But you should because, you need it as much as I do," she said, falling onto the mattress.
"I can't be alone with you. It's going to kill me once we're done. Because you don't really love me like I love you. Don't kiss me like that." She sat up, kissing his neck and pulling him down on top of her.
"You started it again once you came in my office this afternoon. You know that, right?" She said wrapping her legs around him once more.
The affair went on for hours, making love after making love and then doing it once more. When she finally broke apart from him, he stood up on shaky legs, and began pulling his clothes on.
"Don't leave me," she whispered covering her bare chest with a sheet.
"I have to. What excuse will you use this time?" He asked as he buttoned his shirt. He turned around.
"Mum's sick. No, really. I'm going to say I was there again."
He climbed on the bed, leaned in and gave her a kiss one last time. Hermione pulled him close, slipped her hand under his shirt and whispered to him.
"Please, stay with me," she begged once more.
"It's late. You should get some sleep. I'll message you with an owl for the next time to see you. You've convinced me to start up the affair again, as long as no one finds out. I know you won't say it back, but you know I do." Draco turned, hurt in his eyes as she nodded in understanding.
"I know you can't be alone with me tonight, you should go," She felt the tears come as she saw him disapparate from her sight. As soon as he was gone, like any other time, she started to cry, hugging the pillow where his head had been, and fell asleep in the hotel.
Author's note: I had planned on making this just a one shot story, BUT I liked this SO much I'm continuing!
Special thanks to .Read for beta'ing this.