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Chapter 1.
She knew it was wrong. She knew in her heart that what she was doing wasn't right. She was part of the golden trio, she was the brightest witch of her generation, She was Hermione Jean Granger for god sakes! She never did anything wrong!
And yet...
Here she was, apparating to his flat at exactly 8:15 like she did everyday. Pretending not to see the little feminine articles strewn across his apartment: A wrinkled work blouse here, a tube of lipstick there, and the faint smell of cherry blossom perfume that wafted in and out of the halls...
She knew he had a girlfriend. She had introduced them to each other, not on purpose of course, but she had. What she didn't want to acknowledge, what she didn't know she told herself firmly, was that he had let her move in. That he was getting serious with his girlfriend, and Hermione was still here. Sitting in the shadows, waiting for what would happen next.
She had apparated right outside his door like always. The golden number 213 shining in the early morning sun, She thought of a cover story, just in case Bekah was running late, and then she knocked on the door. 2 light taps and 1 pounding knock. This was the easy part, the routine.
The hard part was when he opened the door eyes still heavy with sleep, and invited her to come in. The hard part was when she pushed back her guilt and walked into an apartment that still smelled like her, when she sat down at a counter that still had her breakfast on it. The hard part was when he made her coffee in Bekah's coffee mug, when he kissed her and she smelled her night wash cream. The hard part was when she left at 9:00 o' clock, telling herself this was the last time she would do this, and already longing to see him tommorow...The door swung open. Revealing, as always, two sleepy dark blue eyes, a mess of white-blonde hair, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that he hid with concealment charms.
She loved those freckles, the way his hair spiked out around his ears, his eyes. She loved him so much. He bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth, smirking. "Good morning Hermione." He whispered. Voice thick with sleep. He picked her up before she could answer, running through the apartment and bypassing the little kitchenette completely before throwing her down on the soft king sized bed, still warm, and kissed her wrist, her elbow, her forehead.
Hermione laughed, grabbing his face in both of her hands and lifting his eyes to hers. She kissed the tip of his nose, both of his fluttering eye-lids, before laying her head on his chest, listening to his uneven breathing, erratic heartbeat. He lay his hands on the back of her head, the small of her back, trapping her into him. Content to just lay there all day holding her, not making a sound. "I missed you, Draco" Hermione whispered hands fingering the hem of his t-shirt, ear still pressed to his chest, and she felt his heart start to beat faster.