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I originally posted this as a one shot, but it's been majorly reworked into a three part story, enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Night.

The world changed after the war, didn't it? Maybe it just returned to normal, either way Hermione's world couldn't be anymore different from how it used to be. Five years ago to the day she was fighting for her life at Hogwarts, for her family, for her friends. Where are they now? How the hell would she know? It'd been years since she'd last seen them, breaking up with Ron turned her world upside down, it caused people to choose sides and no one had taken hers. Why would they? She'd only being willing to die for them, it's not like that meant anything. Tonight though she could take a well-aimed stab in the dark and guess where they'd be, the same place she'd been invited to, but couldn't face, Hogwarts. The home of future witches and wizards and one time battle ground was playing host to a grand fifth anniversary dinner, to celebrate and remember those who died for the greater good. Ever since press caught wind of it, mainly the daily prophet and low market gossip rags, they'd hounded her. Speculation running high, were the golden trio finally going to reunite to mark their historic victory? Fuck no, not if she'd any say in the matter.

Drinks in the leaky cauldron were her alternative, a change of scene that beat drinking alone in her pokey flat like most other nights of the week. Company was all she wanted, but for once the dingy pub stood empty except for her and Tom, but he'd fallen asleep at the other end of the bar hours ago. Leaving her to wallow over her drink, praying another soul without anywhere better to be would join her. A cold draft swam around her ankles, sinking into her bones, making a home there. Someone entered the dimly lit pub and he'd brought the nights bitterness with him, it was a man, judging by his height and broad shoulders. That's all Hermione could make out, his face remained hidden beneath a heavily hooded cloak that hid him from the world. The stranger took a seat next to her, with obvious caution pale fingers peeled back the jet black velvet cloak to reveal someone who wasn't a stranger at all.'' Malfoy!''

'' Nice to see you too Granger.'' Smirking he helped himself to a glass of fire whiskey, desperately wanting to keep his hands busy to hide their nervous shake. ''What are you doing here?'' Not that she cared, but since when did Draco Malfoy start drinking in grotty pubs, he'd always come across as the private wine cellar kind. ''Avoiding ghosts from my past, what about you?'' There was no arrogance or pretence, he was serious. Draco hadn't meant to answer the question so truthfully yet couldn't stop the words from been spoken, he'd no time for untruth's anymore. The date wasn't lost on him, blocking out his past any other day of the week, the year, was easy however today he couldn't out run it, no matter how hard he tried. Relentlessly it plagued him, punishing him with faces he knew no longer existed in the world, whispering his blame.

'' I don't want to be alone tonight, but I can't face going back there either.'' She saw no reason to lie, he'd been truthful with her. For once they were having an honest conversation with all the walls taken down, no one around to force them into childhood roles of hating each other. Gazing into each other's eyes they saw a stripped back version of the person they'd once known, they found a pain only loneliness can cause in each other. Two people searching, begging for a basic connection to another human being before they disappeared completely, forgotten by everyone and missed by no one. Time changes people, but at that very second they were simply a man and a woman who couldn't bare being alone any longer.

'' Why would you ever be alone? Aren't you and Potter fully fledged members of the Weasley clan by now?'' There was a time when that comment would've sounded snide however it was a genuine question, no malice behind it. Hermione's hearty laugh filled the small pub, it roared from the pit of her stomach, nothing or no one had made her laugh so much in years. '' Didn't you hear? You must've seen the gossip all over the papers a few years ago? They really made a meal of it. Me and the other two-thirds of the golden trio have nothing to do with each other.''

That scrap of information shocked Draco, weren't they once an unbreakable force, curiously he wondered what caused their rift? '' I've been in Italy since the war ended, I haven't kept up with the news, I didn't want to read what our world thought of me. What happened to break you up?'' An intrigued hitch in his voice gave away his yearning to know what happened, they were having a real conversation, when was the last time he'd had one of those? '' I'll tell you if you return the favour, tit for tat and tell me why you left England, better yet why you returned. Deal?'' Hermione held out her hand to him, letting him see the scars that remained on her wrist even after all these years, the word mudblood looked as if carved yesterday. Partly wanting to see if he'd dare touch her, interested to see if his pure-blood instincts were still intact. ''Deal'' He grabbed her hand firmly, without hesitation. The simple minded beliefs passed down to him by his father faded long before the war ended, before it really started. He wondered he couldn't help himself, did she draw comfort as well from the mere touch of a hand?

Inhaling Hermione prepared herself to rake up the past, she'd never got chance to give her side of the story before, no one gave her the time of day once Ron got through with her.'' For a brief and I mean brief period after the war I was involved with Ron, we started a relationship if you can call it that. It was more like two best friends who'd drank too much one night, had a fumble that made everything weird and tried to force the awkwardness into something more. During the war though I'd hidden my parents in Australia with altered memories in the hope of them escaping death because of me and after I wanted to find them, but he refused to come. At the time the three of us lived together in Grimauld place, Harry wouldn't have it any other way so after a month of searching with no luck I returned home. Only to find Ron fucking some whore on the kitchen table, you should've seen his face when he saw me standing there. He tried to tell me she meant nothing to him while his dick was still inside her, turns out she was one of many. Stupidly I disappeared, needing time alone, when I went to see Harry a few days later Ron had already spun a glorious tale about me confessing to cheating on him out in Australia. Of course, everyone believed him so I lost my friends, people I considered family, my only family seeing as I didn't find my parents. In a fit of rage Ginny took it to the press hoping to sabotage my good reputation as well. So, there you go. Now why are you back?'' Hermione shot her glass of whiskey in one, craving its burn to wash away the vile memories of Ron's betrayal. The loss of him she got overly quickly, but he'd taken everything with him and made a fresh start in the wizarding world nearly impossible, that's what hurt.

'' What a fucking dick, I knew all that good guy loving family crap was bullshit.'' Something made him reach out and gently squeeze her hand, he'd no explanation for it other than wanting her to know someone took her side. Moments past that felt like hours while holding her hand, whipping it away he found his voice again. ''My mother died a few days ago and I only found out this morning, father died the year after the war so I'd no choice in coming back or not. Someone has to arrange the funeral and pack up the house, lucky for me I'm the heir so the joyous task falls to me. I really don't want to go back to the manor, haven't been there since the war ended, promised myself I'd never return. Guess I'll be breaking that. It's a disgusting reminder of all the monstrous things my family were involved in, burning it down would be the kindest thing to do.'' Following suit Draco shot his own drink, choosing to blur his past with alcohol rather than face it sober.

'' I'd say I'm sorry for your loss but I can't.'' Instead, she offered him a half-hearted smile.

'' Wouldn't expect you to, they weren't good people they weren't even bad they were terrible. My dad being the worst, mum got sucked into his world via marriage, but she never walked away either, she could've and didn't. Maybe now their dead some of my ghosts will disappear, maybe I'll even be able to walk the streets here during the day.'' He couldn't return her smile, not because he didn't want to but because there was nothing to smile about. '' Why don't you hate me Granger?'' He had to ask to know, most people hated him with fewer reasons to do so than she had, yet she smiled at him instead and that confused the hell out of him.

'' Why should I hate you Malfoy? You never did anything to me other than childish name calling at school, we were children. That night when I was tortured by your aunt I saw the look on your face, it was a mixture of fear and repulsion, I stopped my childish hate of you in that very moment.''

'' I didn't have much choice you know? I didn't want to die, that's all I remember thinking, but I that doesn't mean I wanted to hurt people either.'' He'd seen death it'd been violent and brutal, who wouldn't want to not die like that.

For a short while no one spoke, they quietly enjoyed the human interaction and company they'd both been missing, craving. Accidentally her leg brushed up against his and she couldn't pull away, the heat of his body called to her. Hermione's golden brown eyes met his steel grey, a spark danced between them, igniting a hunger. Closing the distance between them Draco softly yanked her to him, encasing her petite body between his hard thigh muscles. His moist, firm mouth demanded a response, parting her lips Hermione returned the kiss with fiery urgency. Reaching over the bar they stole a key to a vacant room, grasping her in his arms Draco disapparated there. Managing to make it to the bedroom in passionate chaos without lips needing to separate. '' Undress for me Hermione.'' The words were raw, her named rolled of his tongue as a growl, a primal order.

'' Only if you do the same.'' It was a lust filled request, her eyes glazed over at the thought of his pale skin between her thighs.

Flicking his wand the room awoke in candle light, highlighting the bed and chasing away shadows, they both had too many of them already. Something intense flared between them, neither made a move for a few seconds until heat took control. Clothes torn off in a frenzy, their little strip show idea long gone, they'd no time for slow. Draco quickly navigated himself into nothing except his boxers, giving him plenty time to watch Hermione. Bending over she unzipped her boots giving him an ample view of her breasts, soon after the material of her jeans skipped down her skin, tossed to one side. '' You're still in underwear Hermione, you're supposed to undress for me, I want you naked witch.''

'' I'm not the only one still in my underwear, if you want me out of it then come take it off me Draco.'' A gauntlet thrown, a daring challenge to see if he'd take what he wanted.

Draco's eyes racked over her body, a ripple of excitement spread over her. With a push of his finger the bra unhooked, fingers slid the straps away, letting it fall to the floor. Gently his hand outlined the circle of her breast, teasing her swollen nipple between icy finger tips. Lowering his head he tantalized the sensitive buds with his tongue before licking a path down her ribs, over her stomach. One hand slid down her taut stomach to settle on the swell of her hips, inching fingers under the only scrap of material she still wore. Unaware of her own voice a moan left her lips. Hermione stood naked, completely vulnerable in front of him, never had she felt sexier, sparks pricked between them. Delicate hands cupped his face, bringing him up to look at her, lips covered his as she began to explore him. His tormented groan a heady invitation, tracing a trail of delicate touches down his bare chest, gliding over his muscles. Hermione grazed a butterfly's touch over the hard length of him, uncontrollably his pelvis thrust it fully into her grasp, causing her own breathless moan. Suddenly his underwear became a disgusting item that needed disposing of, they got thrown away with everything else. Hermione felt her breasts crush against the wall of his chest, gracefully Draco eased her to the bed, moving to partially cover her. His elbows propping him up over her hips, fingers danced over her stomach, wanton kisses spread up her thighs. Draco parted them slightly, needing to feel her arousal, a finger dipped into her with a delighted sigh, her wetness surrounded him. Spurred on by her reactions to him, Draco pushed a second finger inside her, writhing beneath him Hermione begged for more, which he happily gave. Replacing fingers with his mouth, his tongue lashing at her clit, she lay panting, her chest heaving as he licked her into a frenzy. The moment his hand intimately roamed over her exposed breasts she fell eagerly over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, each stronger than the last, Hermione moaned his name loudly to the rafters.

'' Roll over Draco.'' Her voice filled with fire, a command he couldn't ignore, he'd played with fire and now it was her turn.

Hauling himself up the bed Draco laid on his back, the paleness of his skin shining in the flickering light. Hermione crouched between his legs, her breasts tingling against the sculpted muscles of his legs, with a soft touch she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Her thumb rotating in lazy circles over the head, strangled groans left his throat, his eyes never left her. Watching while her cruel tongue darted across the sensitive head, throwing his head back in sweet agony the second her hot velvet mouth wrapped around him. Without thought his crotch arched up, forcing her to take him deeper, Draco throbbed in the wet haven of her mouth. Hermione clung on his hips while his desperation for release took over, fingers wrapped in the wildness of her hair, controlling the pace. She surrendered to his ecstasy, Draco shook with pleasure, filling her mouth with the taste of him, his cum pulsing in jets. Rough outcries of her name bounced throughout the pub, Hermione made sure not a single drop escaped, licking him clean.

''Oh Merlin. Your mouth should be banned woman.'' Satisfaction poured from him, the air thick with his release.

In the dying light they lay next to each other absent-mindedly twiddling their fingers together, neither of them realising they were stoking the fire. Their bodies collided in a haze of naked flesh, his solid cock swelled against her stomach, she met his urgent kisses with her own lusty, unsated needs. The weight of his body covered hers, locking eyes, Draco needed approval, the sight of her squirming with a smile beneath him was enough. Moving slowly he inched the tip of his cock into her wet pussy, a hoarse cry ripped through him, Hermione's hips pulsed up to meet his, needing more of him. Demanding more, just a tip wasn't enough, with a single thrust Draco plunged deep inside her. Watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she welcomed him into her body, Hermione draped her legs around his waist, letting him sink into her as they found a rhythm of grinding hips. Hermione's hands were held in place above her head as Draco drove hard into her, each time a louder moan of his name sounded, hearing it became a compulsion. She kissed frantically at his neck and collar-bone, whispering mumbled words of delight. His taut chest rubbed at her nipples constantly which only helped to push her to the edge, Draco pulled himself out of her, teasingly. Rubbing her clit with his cock, watching her pant and heave was enough to make him cum there and then. Thrusting back into her sent her over the edge, involuntary tremors of lust began, violent shocks scorched through her body. Draco felt her orgasm, it gripped him, sending him into his own, shuddering ecstasy coursed through him. There mixed moans blended together. Hermione couldn't help urging her hips to meet his as she felt the hot sensation of his cum fill her. A single word barely said as streams of semen left him. '' Mine.''

Somewhere around dawn they'd drifted off to sleep, wrapped up together, a tangle of legs and cotton sheets. Around noon Hermione woke, quickly remembering she wasn't in her own bed nor alone. Reaching out her arms searched for Draco, but found the left side of the bed empty and a note on the pillow waiting for her.

Hermione,

Yes that's right I'm using your name. Thank you for last night, I needed that more than you will ever know. Actually something tells me you do understand. Didn't fancy sticking around to watch you regret something I don't and never will. Don't worry about the room I've paid Tom for it and the whiskey we finished off.

P.s. Your mouth truly is sinful.

'' Oh I do not think so Draco, how dare you think you can sneak away from last without a proper goodbye.'' Untangling herself from the sheets Hermione began the scavenger hunt for her clothes, fully intending not to let Draco off the hook so easily.

Authors note: I just couldn't stay about from writing Dramione, it's a habit and almost as big as my love of cheese – don't ask.

Really hope you guys enjoyed the first instalment, I'll post the second chapter on Friday and the last On Sunday. Please let me know what you think in reviews, I tapped personal sources to write parts of this story and not the juicy bits so it means a lot to me.

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Kisses xox