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"What?! What the hell do you mean it's over?" Hermione Granger screamed at her boyfriend of two years, Ronald Weasley, while standing in the living room of their flat. The flat they'd just moved into together six months ago.

They had gotten together shortly after the second wizarding war and while Hermione had gone back to school for her seventh year Ron had landed a spot on the Chudley Cannon's quidditch team. After graduation Hermione obtained a position in the Ministry of Magic Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures working towards equal rights for werewolves and liberating house elves. When Ron suggested they move in together she heartily agreed, believing it was the next step in their relationship for a prosperous future.

"I mean…well 'Mione I thought I wanted this…but I don't…" he mumbled.

"You don't want this? You were the one who wanted us to move in together! You were the one who said it was what normal couples do! The lease isn't up for another six months…it's in my name! What exactly am I supposed to do? Are you seriously going to just walk away? I…I thought we were…you know happy. What changed Ronald?" she venomously spit at him.

"You can keep the flat 'Mione, I'm gonna move in with Boise. He's got a spare bedroom and been looking for a roommate. I think you and I are better as…ya know…friends."

"Friends?!" she huffed in disbelief "Last month we were discussing a marriage and kids in a few years. So, tell me what happened? What changed?" she closed her eyes and shook her head "Oh, I know, your games started up a month ago! Tell me is it because I don't make time to go to every one of them? Or could it be that the quidditch slags are fawning all over you and you just want to try something new?" Fire danced in her eyes as she attempted to control the rage and betrayal she felt.

"Well…I…now…no…"he stammered while flushing.

"Honestly Ronald!" she huffed angrily throwing her hands in the air "How many have you slept with?"

"What?...no 'Mione I've not slept with anybody but you! I'd never do that to you!" he shouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ronald! I should be grateful you've not slept with them…yet. That's why you want to really break up right? So, you can be free to pal around with the slags?" she spat as his shoulders slumped and he stared at the floor. "Look at me Ron, am I…am I really not enough?" her voice was a hushed broken whisper.

"'Mione I love you I do…but…uh…you're just not what I want anymore" he said softly causing her eyes to glisten with unshed tears.

"Get. Out." she said through clenched teeth. He looked shocked and made a half-hearted attempt to reach for her but stopped when she recoiled. He turned and headed to the fireplace, snatching up a handful of floo powder as he stepped inside.

"I'm sorry 'Mione" he whispered before green flames engulfed him.

As soon as the flames died away Hermione's face crumpled and she fell to her knees sobbing into her hands. She couldn't understand where it'd all gone wrong and why he didn't want her anymore. She couldn't help but recall every negative thought she ever had about herself or painful words others had said.


"He's not worth your tears 'Mione…seriously not even two days after your break up he's splashed across all the newspapers and tabloids with blonde tarts. Mum's furious with him, even refused to let him come to Sunday dinner's unless he comes to his senses" Ginny said with a chuckle. She had Harry watch nine-month-old James while she'd rushed to Hermione's aide a few days ago.

Ron had fire called Harry to come check out his new place a few hours after breaking things off with Hermione completely catching his sister and best friend by surprise. Surprise that quickly morphed to anger as Ginny nearly went through the flames to curse him for breaking her best friends heart. Harry held her back as Ron hastily disappeared and stood in a state of shock as his wife flew around their house gathering things for a girl's night at Hermione's.

The red head found Hermione curled around herself on the floor with a red blotchy tear stained face. After various junk food and alcohol was consumed the topic turned to hating Ron, then to loving him, then ended with Hermione sobbing in Ginny's arms blaming herself for their failed relationship.

Ginny waved her hand in front of Hermione's face, "Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Hmmm?" Hermione's brown eyes lifted to Ginny's "I'm sorry Gin, what'd you say?"

"I said I think he's an arse and you should hex his bollocks off for parading these women around. He knows the press is following him, just didn't have the decency to care how it would affect you." Hermione stared down at the scantily clad women draped on either side of Ron. She could see why he wanted them over her.

Each one of them had perfectly straight hair, manicured nails, hour glass figures, legs for days, and outfits that left little to the imagination. Hermione knew she was smart, hard-working, and driven. Knew she could run circles around these girls with witty retorts and intelligent conversation. But she couldn't help feeling jealous as she watched the girls lean into Ron as he leered at their abundant cleavage.

Tossing the recent paper aside she resumed her conversation with Ginny before her friend had to run off and pick up James. Harry was working late at the Auror office and Ginny's mum needed to run some errands before it got too late. Once left alone Hermione found her eyes drifting over the pictures again before huffing and tossing them into a bin.


A few weeks had passed and Hermione found herself sitting in her living room flat staring at the numerous newspaper photographs of Ron. Every article that'd come out since their break up showed him with a different woman…or two…right alongside Boise and some other teammates. He seemed to revel in the spotlight as the girls clung to him, not caring that the wizarding world assumed he'd left Hermione because she was a prude.

Jealously and rage coursed through her as she scooped up the papers and tossed them out. She was tired of hiding from him and the reporters that begged for her response to their breakup. Tonight, she was going out and going to show him and the damn wizarding world that she wasn't the prude they'd painted her to be in their articles.

Rifling through her closet she pulled out her black v-cut jumpsuit that wrapped around her shoulders and accentuated every curve of her body before flaring out to her ankles. She had bought it on a whim the last time she'd gone shopping with Ginny but hadn't found an appropriate time to wear something so sensual in public. She assumed it'd be one of those outfits that would never be worn outside of the dressing room.

Slipping into the one piece suit she placed a sticking charm to her breasts to keep them in place and stepped into her strappy black heels. Her makeup took a while to work because she rarely used cosmetic glamours. Thinking back to her coworkers last ladies' night she attempted to imitate the girls' heavy racoon eyeliner and blood red lips. Mentally she pushed her worries of what the press would say to the back of her mind as she gathered her purse and steeled her nerves.

Before she could change her mind she apparated to Diagon Alley and walked a block to the Leaky Cauldron. As it was Friday night, she knew Ron would be present. It was traditional for him and his buddies to grab a few pints, and a few girls, before heading home.

She took several deep breaths and sauntered into the bar. One glance around the half full bar, she noticed Ron wasn't there. Not to be disheartened she reminded herself it was still early and figured he'd be here in a little while. She made her way to the bar for a drink to help gather her courage.

"Firewhisky please" she asked the barmaid before taking a seat in one of the empty bar stools.

"Strong choice Granger" a familiar voice drawled from a few stools away. Glancing over she saw Draco Malfoy, her childhood nemesis, skolling his own whisky and looking ridiculously handsome in a dark grey button down. His platinum blonde hair was cropped short, barely brushing his forehead, accentuating his steel grey eyes and chiseled jaw.

A few years back he had been one of Voldemort's followers, a Death Eater, but changed sides before the end of the war. She recalled with vivid clarity the night he had saved her, Harry, and Ron. After the war was over they'd advocated for him in his trial and he'd walked free. Nowadays he worked with Harry as an Auror, hunting the very people he'd once fought alongside.

She'd heard stories of how he'd changed and knew he and Harry hung out from time to time. Ron had always refused to believe the blonde-haired man had changed and wouldn't go to Harry's if he was there. Hermione hadn't gone because Ron hadn't…thinking back it was a ridiculous excuse, especially as she looked into the man's eyes.

"I promise I can handle it Malfoy" she said before dragging her eyes away from his, effectively ending the conversation. She thought over her plan for the evening. Show up looking sexy…check. Find a man and flirt shamelessly in front of Ron…well she'd start that as soon as he arrived. Turning in her seat she looked around the bar trying to find a good-looking man to make Ron jealous.

Draco watched Hermione's eyes rove over the crowd, searching for something…maybe someone. He tried to ignore the burning curiosity as to why she was here. He recalled Potter telling him a few weeks back about her breakup with Weasley, he figured she'd be at home crying her eyes out not at a bar dressed to kill.

Minutes passed before she turned back to her drink and shook her head, clearly, she hadn't found whoever she was looking for. Listening to her sigh as she sipped her drink he asked "What are you doing here Granger? Meeting up with friends or something?"

"What? No, I'm just...out Malfoy…having a drink just like you" he could tell by her voice she was lying but decided not to press her.

"Not like me Granger. See I'm waiting on friends and am not just here for a drink." She rolled her eyes before staring down at her drink, a hint of sadness crossing her eyes.

"Good on you Malfoy, I'm just here for a drink" she murmured. He looked at her quizzically before seeing the door to the alley open and having his original question answered.

"Ah, I see what you're really doing here" he smirked back down at his drink. He had just noticed Weasley sauntering into the bar with some of his teammates and a gaggle of groupies in skimpy outfits screaming Fuck me. "So, you and weasel split and this" his eyes roamed up and down her body "is to show him what he's missing. Right?" He chuckled again.

"Shove off Malfoy, you don't know what you're talking about" she said with downcast eyes clearly feeling dejected. She would never look anything like those girls hanging off each player. Hell, even Malfoy didn't seem effected by her makeover and he was supposedly the King Slut in school.

"You're going about this all wrong Granger" he said in a low voice.

"Oh, really? Pray tell what am I doing exactly that makes it so wrong?" she said with irritation.

"Anytime a girl gets her heart broken she gets all dolled up and goes to the same place as the guy to 'show off' how they could look and to prove that they are sexy. And then they get it into their head that to drive the point home they will shamelessly flirt with any guy that will look her way.

"Sometimes it works and starts a fight, most of the time it doesn't and the witch either has a horrible night going home feeling rejected and depressed or has a one-night stand that leads to massive guilt the next day because she was still in love with the dumbass that left her to begin with. So which witch are you tonight? Clearly, you're dolled up…but are you looking to win him back or get under someone new?"

Hermione stared open mouthed at Malfoy. She couldn't believe he had just summarized the plan she had and basically called her a cliché. "Okay, fine you caught me" she said exasperatedly as her shoulders slumped and she stared back down into her firewhisky. "Do you think there's a better way to go about this?" She glanced up when he was quiet for a few moments and found his grey eyes boring into her.

"Depends on what you want."

"What do you mean, what I want?"

"I mean do you want him back? Do you just want to make him jealous? Are you actually trying to move on or just make it look like you have? What exactly was your goal this evening, other than to look sinfully delicious?" Hermione blushed at his final statement and averted her eyes to chance a glance at Ron.

He hadn't even noticed her, that much was clear as he currently had a blonde pinup in his lap chatting away happily and laughing as she pressed herself against him. She turned back, fighting tears as she bit down on her lip. Mustering what little courage she had she took her firewhisky and downed it before waving the barmaid over for another.

"I don't want him back Malfoy, I just want him to regret letting me go. I know I don't have that girl's looks…but I've at least got brains." This caused Malfoy to laugh as he took another sip of his firewhisky.

"Granger you've got a lot more than just brains going for you."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously as she moved from her stool and over to the empty one next to him.

"Brains are a given, hell I bet if it weren't for you he would still be living with his mum without two knuts to rub together because he would have blown every coin he ever made. You probably made sure he saved enough to live off of and taught him everything he knows. You've got brains, talent, beauty, and enough caring for the whole damn world. He was an idiot to have let you go, he'll figure it out sooner rather than later.

Right now, all he cares about is shagging. Given a few years, he'll learn there's more to want from a witch than just her body. Then he'll be back banging on your door because you're everything a wizard could ever want or need. He's just too stupid to realize he threw it all away for a few tumbles in the sheets." He chuckled again as he finished his drink and signaled for another.

"You really think I'm all that?" Hermione asked in a whisper, unsure if she really believed that Malfoy, the boy who tormented her for years, really thought she was a catch.

"Look Granger I've been through enough in my time to know the difference between slags and the real deal. I'm not ashamed to admit that you are the whole package, I know normally I wouldn't come right out and say it, but after the week I've had I don't care if you know or not."

"I'm sorry, I'm having a bit of a hard time believing that you think this…I was under the impression that I was a 'Filthy little mudblood' to you" she tried to laugh as she said it but stopped when she saw the flash of anger and pain flit across his face. If she had blinked she would have missed it.

"Don't call yourself that" he said in a steely voice. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but I haven't thought of you like that in years" he looked down at his drink as his voice softened "I'm sorry for what I did back in school. I was an ass and I truly didn't know better…not until it was too late." She reached out and touched his arm unsure of what to say.

His steely eyes looked at her hand before traveling to meet her softened dark chocolate eyes. "Thank you, Draco" she whispered. He could see a variety of emotions play across her face flickering from surprise, to pain, to sadness, and finally settling on something that looked akin to forgiveness or at least acceptance of his apology.

"Well" she said releasing his arm and tossing her drink back again "explain to me how to be better at this. I don't want Ron back…but I don't want to seem like a slag either. I just want him to feel…well something bad." Draco snorted at her inability to define the jealousy she wanted the damn fool to feel. He didn't mind her shift in topics, this he could do. This was something he would enjoy doing. Teaching Granger something fun and pissing off the insufferable weasel.

"Alright, first things first. Ignore him, ignore the entire table tonight. No matter what you hear, you act like he doesn't exist…unless he gets off his lazy arse and approaches you. Think you can handle that?" she nodded as she nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip.

"Ignore them, got it."

"Next," he leered at her appearance "your clothes are perfect, but your makeup is a bit ridiculous. Is that a glamour or actual product?"

"A glamour, what's wrong with the way it looks? This is how all the girls in my department wear their makeup on nights they go out dancing. And why on earth would I want to waste galleons on product I would hardly use when a glamour takes care of it? I mean seriously…" she stopped, realizing that she was getting off topic.

"Right, well is it safe to assume that you don't know how to alter them?" she bit her lip again and flushed.

"Ginny only showed me how apply them a few years back and remove them…I didn't know they could be altered once they were done." Draco glanced around to make sure they weren't being stared at before leaning a little closer to her.

"You better never tell anyone I can do this, my mother forced me to learn as a child and Merlin only knows why" she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Do you trust me?" she nodded before he reached for her. He gently cupped her face with his warm rough hands before tenderly tracing his thumbs over her eyes.

She focused on the furrow in his brow as he concentrated, wondering if he felt the way her heart thrummed under his touch. She could feel a tingle of magic slide over her skin as he wandlessly altered the glamours. All too soon he pulled away with a satisfied smile and gestured for her to look in the mirror above the bar.

Leaning back, she glanced over and gasped at her reflection. Instead of seeing the heavily lined eyes she'd done earlier, she found a soft faded smoky look with naturally dark lashes. Her cheeks looked healthy and natural with just a hint of color that matched the light tones of her lips. He had made her look classy, natural, and sultry all at the same time.

"How did you do that?" she asked in an awed voice turning back to look at him as he shrugged.

"My mother said it was a necessary skill and insisted I learn how to alter appearances. It's come in handy working in the Aurors office but I don't like it advertised I know how to do makeup too" he said giving her a pointed look.

"Thank you, it looks amazing. I've never had the inclination for beauty spells but I admit this is better than anything I could do…or Ginny for that matter." He shrugged again as he skolled his drink.

"Well, now you look natural and not desperate. On to the next step." She sat up eagerly "This will be the hardest of them all understand" he said in a mock serious voice as she nodded. "You have to relax and have fun." Her face fell in confusion before she wrinkled her nose.

"Seriously Draco?" he was taken aback by her saying his name again but quickly recovered before responding.

"Seriously. Don't brush it off as something easy. You have to relax and enjoy yourself, dance, sing, drink…all without acknowledging his existence and making it seem natural. Honestly I'm not sure you're up for the challenge seeing the way you were mooning over him."

"I was not mooning!" she said indignantly.

"You had the sad krup look when he walked in with that slag."

"Well…I…I wasn't mooning!" she huffed.

"Uhuh, well I stand by what I said Grang…Hermione. You need to relax and enjoy the evening and pretend that he doesn't exist. Pretend you are stress free and stop over thinking everything." She sputtered at his words before huffing and muttering under her breath. He chuckled at her "drink up, you'll need it." She shot him a look before knocking back the rest of her drink.

The next hour passed with easy conversation. A few of Draco's buddies showed up to order drinks and easily slid into conversation. Theo Knott and Blaise Zabini were two she recognized from school and the others were Aurors that Draco worked with, but between the music and crowd she had trouble catching their names.

Hermione had had about five glasses of Firewhisky before she found herself cutting up and laughing with this group of guys. Somewhere along the lines she had stopped sneaking glances in the mirror at Ron and had begun to tune out his obnoxious quidditch talk.

Instead she listened intently to Draco and his friends tell funny work stories about past investigations and catching criminals. She found each of the guys attempting to show off by telling funny accidents the others had done and how they had heroically saved the mission. Theo and Blaise particularly enjoyed retelling a story where Draco had mistaken an elderly witch for a hag he had been tracking for selling illegal goods.

She doubled over in laughter as his face flushed from the embarrassing memory of being lectured in front of his supervisor by an irate little old woman. He watched as she clutched her sides and tears formed in her eyes from her mirth.

"Alright, I think that's enough stories" Draco said in attempt to save face.

"Bbb…but I.." she laughed before gasping out "I think more stories are exactly what I need Draco." Blaise and Theo smirked obviously willing to comply with her wishes.

"No, I think what you need is a dance" he stood and offered her his hand "shall we?" Her laughter died as she stared at him. Her rich chocolate eyes stared into his handsome face and she couldn't find her words. Sliding her hand into his she nodded and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Draco led the way through the crowd to the busy dance floor while she felt the upbeat music vibrate through her body urging her to sway her hips. She trailed behind him at arms-length before he suddenly stopped, turned towards her, and spun her into him, bringing her back to him and wrapping his arm around her waist.

He knew the firewhisky gave him the courage to be so bold but he couldn't help himself. Ever since she sat down at the bar he had wanted an excuse to run his hands over her. Now that he had it he was not about to spoil it. He swayed and rocked his hips with her before twirling her around to face him sliding one of her hands to his hip before mirroring her hand. He loosely held her other hand as he led her around the floor.

The upbeat music allowed for them to move fluidly with dips and turns broken by a few outward and inward twirls. By the end of the song Hermione spun back in and wrapped her arms around his neck smiling and laughing from the exhilaration and thrum of sexual desire coursing through her body.

As the first song ended it transitioned into a slow song, drawing them closer. She smiled as she looked up into his molten silver eyes. They turned and swayed, as he stared down into her face. Each movement slowly drawing them closer. Draco slowly leaned down, tentative before he brushed his lips against hers. She pushed up on her toes and pulled him against her with a searing kiss. Draco moaned against her lips as he picked her up in his arms, cupping her arse with his hands.

After the song ended and the need for air became apparent Draco lowered Hermione and pulled back to look her in the eyes. He found her arousal to be intoxicating as he drank in her whisky colored eyes. Their breathing was ragged as peered at each other.

"Can…can we get out of here?" she asked in a husky voice. He found himself at a loss of words as one corner of his mouth lifted and he nodded. They turned and headed to collect her purse as he paid for their drinks.

Taking her hand, he led her towards the door glancing back over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure she didn't change her mind and that this wasn't a dream. They were so caught up in each other neither heard Ron calling out for Hermione from his table or the way the blonde sitting on his lap glowered at the shift in his attention.

Just as they were reaching the door Hermione felt a tug on her arm and jumped to find Ron standing just behind her. Draco scowled at his interference but halted his steps and remained quiet. "Ron, what are you doing?" she asked.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" he asked incredulously.

"Last I checked I didn't have to answer to you" she said with narrowed eyes and a clipped tone.

"I-I...well" he stumbled over his words before rallying "You look beautiful...I've never seen you look so...so girl like" Draco snorted as Hermione made a disgusted face.

"Well spotted Ronald" she snapped "I'm so glad I finally looked like a 'girl' to you." She flushed red with anger and her hair sparked at his insult.

"I mean...I meant. 'Mione you just look wow. N-not that you've never before...but I mean I'd never have broken up with you if you'd dressed like this more often." Draco narrowed his eyes and took a step forward to tell him off but was stopped by Hermione's hand on his chest. She ripped her other hand from Ron's grip and slapped him across the face before he realized what was happening. The music from the bar pulsed in the background but the patrons had gone silent, each of them interested in what would happen next.

"How dare you" she seethed. "How dare you indicate that if I had dressed more like one of your whores" she gestured to the pouty blonde behind him "that you wouldn't have left me! You're that shallow that you left me because I...because I wasn't pretty enough?" her voice wavered and dropped as embarrassment crept in. Draco placed a reassuring hand on her lower back.

"Hermione" he started as she diverted her gaze and looked at the floor, doubt clouding her mind "let's get out of here." Ron scoffed at the implications of her leaving with the ex-Death Eater.

"Like she's going to leave with you. The only reason you want her is because she's dressed like this...if she were in her normal garb you'd never look twice."

"Unlike you weasel" Draco said through clenched teeth "I've always seen Hermione as the beautiful woman she is...makeup and outfits be damned."

"Oh, really? Then why are you just now making a move ferret? If you've always found her attractive then you why'd you torture her at school? Why wait until she's dressed like a slag?" Draco clenched and unclenched his fist.

"Don't you dare call her that" he seethed "Firstly I wasn't allowed to like her back in school so I tormented her to make her hate me...it made it easier to stay away from her. But if you'd paid attention you'd know I stopped after the Yule ball because I couldn't deny how I felt anymore. However, I kept my distance due to the war and afterwards I didn't do anything about it because she was with you, you ungrateful arse.

"She was happy with you and I wasn't going to get between her and what ever made her happy. But that was then, this is now. You left her, hurt her, and drove her away. You think she's not gorgeous when her hairs thrown up in a messy style while she's concentrating so hard on what she's reading that she tunes the entire world out? Where she doesn't realize that she has ink stains on her finger tips and that her essays are two to three times longer than the professors asked?"

"No, one finds that enchanting" Ron said with a chuckle.

"I found extremely attractive. She's beautiful without even trying. You're just a pathetic excuse of a man who can't realize a good thing when he has it." Hermione's mouth fell open as she stood in shock realizing Draco had fancied her. Thinking back, she realized he had stopped harassing her after the ball.

"'Mione" Ron said in a pleading voice "Can we get out of here and talk?" A few hours ago, Hermione would have probably agreed and willingly gone home with Ron...but as she looked at Draco's clenched jaw and unsure eyes she knew who she'd be leaving with.

"No Ronald we can't" she laced her fingers through Draco's "Unfortunately Draco and I were just leaving and I think your date is waiting for you." The blonde was tapping her foot impatiently behind him.

"You can't be serious about leaving with him. He's a Death..."

"Ex-Death Eater and I could care less. It's been years Ron and you know how much he helped us in the war! Don't you dare try and throw that in his face now!" she huffed.

"Hermione it's alrig..."

"No, it isn't Draco" turning back to Ron "You have no right to tell me who I can and can't leave with. You're not my keeper and you've chosen your slags over any relationship we could have had. I came here tonight to prove I don't need you...but I find I don't know what I ever saw in you. Draco is ten times the wizard you could ever wish to be."

Ron's face flushed and turned a dark red before he quipped "You've no room to talk about slags when you're dressed like one and clearly leaving to act like one." Infuriated, Draco grabbed for his wand but before he even grasped the handle Ron was thrown backwards into his table. He cried out in pain as he covered his face...which was rapidly swelling from the stinging jinx Hermione had hit him with.

"Bloody hell 'Mione, what? Why?"

"Stay the hell away from me" she growled before turning to Draco "can we go now?" she pleaded. He nodded and turned to head out the door just as several patrons began clapping, a few laughing into their pints at the red head groaning in pain.

As they stepped out into the cool night air Draco pulled Hermione to the side "We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I don't want you to think you have to do..."

"Stop" she said as her breathing returned to normal and her eyes softened. Reaching up she cupped his cheek "I want to go back to your place because it's what I want to do...not because of Ronald...but because of everything tonight. You've been so kind, funny, sexy, and until he rudely interrupted us, I was having the best night of my life. So, I want to go home with you...if you're still up for it" she said as she bit her lip, worried he wouldn't want her now.

"Of course, I'm up for it" he breathed before kissing the tip of her nose and rushing them to the apparition point. Draco drew Hermione into his arms as they reached the apparition point and kissed her soundly before disapparating to his flat.

They apparated directly into his flat still locked in their embrace. Draco only pulled back long enough to light the fire and turn on low lighting. When the room was lit Hermione was able to see a large comfortable masculine living room. She had expected blacks and greens much like his Hogwarts house or the dim colors from her one time visit to the manor. Instead she was pleasantly surprised to find warm earth tones with cream colored walls, rich brown leather sofas and arm chairs, and dark wood trim. Before she could view anything else Draco leaned in and recaptured her lips, drawing a deep moan from her as he slipped his tongue to meet hers.

Draco pulled back once again, looking into Hermione's heavily lidded lust hazed eyes and smiled. As she took in his tender smile, her stomach flipped and she bit her lower lip. His hands framed her face as he gently ran his thumbs over her eyes and cheeks, removing the glamours.

"What? Why?" she breathed as she realized what he'd done.

"Because you're beautiful without them and I want to see you when I make you come apart beneath me tonight" he said in a husky voice making her tremble at in anticipation. Her eyes softened as she took in his words before she grasped his button-down shirt and pulled him back in for a long-heated kiss.

Heat pooled in in the pit of her stomach as he caressed curves over fitted jumpsuit. Her nimble fingers started to undo his buttons as he reached behind her in search of her zipper. His lips trailed down her neck as she unclasped his bel and his finger slid the zipper down. Gasping for breath he pulled back and stared into her brown eyes, silently asking permission before lowering her outfit.

Biting her lower lip as she smiled and then nodded her consent. She was nervous but couldn't recall wanting something so badly before. It surprised her that Draco took his time and slowly pulled her jumpsuit down trailing sultry kisses over each exposed inch of her skin.

He didn't linger anywhere but touched her everywhere; she felt his lips move down her collar bone, breasts, navel, hips, and to each ankle. Kneeling before her he helped her step out of her suit, leaving her standing in black lacy knickers. His silver eyes had darkened as the trailed up her body; causing her breath to hitch as they met her lust filled gaze.

"You're exquisite" he said huskily, leaning forward to press his lips to her inner thigh. Gently he nudged her legs apart as he kissed his way slowly up one thigh to her apex, stopping just shy of pulsing core and moving to the other side to begin a trail of kisses. Hermione's breathing was erratic as she attempted to watch Draco between her legs.

Ron had only ever been down there once and always found an excuse not to return, not that she complained it'd been extremely awkward and uncomfortable for her. But seeing Draco there now and feeling the searing kisses he left upon her skin she could only feel desire and excitement. His lips made their way back to her core and as his fingers moved to the edge of her knickers he kissed her through the lace, nearly causing her knees to buckle.

"Draco…please…" she wanted his mouth on her, the anticipation was killing her as he removed her knickers and tenderly kissed her mound. His eyes found hers as he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit, dipping into her wet core. Her fingers threaded his hair as she moaned under this touch.

Lifting on of her legs he put it over his shoulder giving him a better angle as he feasted upon her. He swirled his tongue around and suckled her clit as one finger circled her entrance. "Oh Merlin…Dra…Dracoo…please" she pleaded as she felt a tight coiling inside her.

He smirked against her as he worked his tongue and slipped two fingers inside her, eliciting a deep moan as he began to pump them in and out. Her head fell back against the wall and she closed her eyes as she tried to keep upright "Oh fuck…right, right there Draco…oh mmmhhmmmm" she moaned as he pumped faster bringing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Look at me" he ordered pulling away from her for a moment before devouring her once more. He wanted to watch her climax every time tonight and he could see she was teetering on the edge as her darkened whisky eyes bored into his. Her lips were parted as she tried to breath and her hands grasped his hair tightly.

"Oh, oh, oh Merlin" she panted as he pumped his two fingers in and out…in and out…adding a third just as he flicked his tongue over her clit. Her hips bucked against him and he watched as he thrust the fingers in and out and leaned in to suck her nub sending her over the edge. She called out his name as she came on his tongue, her hands held his head against her pelvis as she shook beneath him.

He kept up his ministrations as she rode out her orgasm. As her grip loosened in his hair he pulled back, wiping his mouth he stood and kissed her jaw before she captured his lips; finding the taste of her essence pleasing on his tongue. "I need you" she said between kisses as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Not needing to be told twice he carried her into his bedroom, cupping her arse as he snogged her senseless. She climbed up to the pillows and reached for him. Though she wasn't the type of girl who had one-night stands, she couldn't help but revel in the sensations he sent through her. He climbed atop her and pressed his lips to her forehead before looking deep into her eyes, his fingers caressing her cheek.

"Are you sure Hermione?" he asked again, nervous about pushing her fast. She nodded before snogging him feverishly, her arms snaking around his neck as she ground against him. He moaned against her lips before reaching down and lining himself up with her entrance. Molten silver eyes stared into her rich chocolate eyes as he thrust into her in one stroke.

Moaning his name, she ran her nails over his shoulders as he set a rhythm of slow hard thrusts in and out…in and out…in…and…out. Adjusting his angle and hiking one of her knees up he was able to rub against her g-spot each time he thrust in causing her to moan and her eyes to roll back.

"Please Draco! Harder…faster" she begged. He snapped his hips forward to meet her demands causing her to cry out in ecstasy. They were covered in a sheen of sweat as they kissed, each thrust bringing them closer…closer…

"Hermione, open your eyes I…I need to see…" he couldn't finish his sentence as he attempted to hold out until she came again. Her brown eyes fluttered open exposing the dilated pupils as he continued to move in and out. Reaching between them he circled his thumb over her clit…once…twice…three times…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Draco!" she screamed as she shattered beneath him. His silver eyes devoured her elation as she spiraled out of control, her walls pulsing against him, her nails digging into his back, and her head falling back as she cried out his name over and over. He pumped vigorously into her as she came before coming undone and spilling his seed within her.

"Oh, fuck Hermione" he hissed as his back arched and his hips thrust into her once more before he collapsed upon her. Basking in their euphoria he leaned his forehead against hers, attempting to catch his breath.

She enjoyed having him on top of her, he felt warm and safe. Her core continued to pulse around his softened member as she trailed her fingertips over his shoulders. After a few minutes passed he rolled onto his back holding her tight in his arms, not wanting to disjoin their bodies just yet.

"That was just…mmmhhmmm…I don't have words" she said as he chuckled and held her close, trailing his hands over her back.

"I'm glad I was able to render you speechless 'Mione" She giggled against his chest as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Before long they drifted to sleep wrapped in each other's embrace.

Sunlight streamed through the opening of Draco's drapes the following morning, gently falling upon them. They had woken a few more times in the night, having another round where they took their time going slow and once more that was frantic and passionate. Hermione found herself pleasantly tender as she blinked open her eyes feeling Draco's hand around her middle as he spooned her from behind.

He was trailing his fingers over smooth skin as his stomach knotted. He was afraid she'd regret the night before, blame it on the alcohol, and then run home…possibly back to the weasel. His heart pumped as she rolled over and smiled at him. "Morning" she murmured before nuzzling his neck.

"Morning" he said with a smile. Her fingers trailed his bicep as her eyes roved his body and his face. He watched as a sadness began to creep into them and he found himself asking "What's wrong? Are you…are you regretting last night?"

"What?" she sounded shocked "no, no Draco I don't regret last night at all. I…well I just realized I should probably get going." He attempted to school his features and hide the hurt that flashed in his eyes as he pulled her closer. All he could think about was how beautiful she was and how good she'd felt last night. He didn't want to let her go…but knew she'd never stay.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to" he whispered without thinking. She looked taken aback momentarily before down casting her eyes.

"I don't think that's a good idea Draco…last night was amazing but it wasn't something I normally do. I mean I had a wonderful time…bu but I don't think I could survive more of that…" she trailed off not making much sense. He stayed silent for a few moments trying to work out what she meant.

"What did last night mean to you?" he inquired.

"Well you said…I mean never said…I mean…I don't know" she flushed red.

"Was this just a one-night stand?" he asked "Was all this just a way to get back at Weasley?"

"What? No…no Draco. I mean initially yes I admitted last night that's how the evening started, but last night that was…it was amazing."

"Then why leave?"

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes. The best way to get over that dunderhead is to move on…give me a chance" he pleaded in a soft voice. She was silent for so long he continued "Last night was amazing and I don't just mean the sex…though it was…well mmmmm. But I mean we had fun talking, laughing, and dancing. I swear I'll treat you right…because I think we'd be bloody fantastic together and I want to get to know you better, like I said last night I just want to see you. Please give me a chance."

"I want to see you too" she whispered before wrapping her arms around him and snogging him deeply as she molded her body to his.