Chapter 2.

Hermione appeared next to her, companion for want of a better word, outside a large manor. It exterior was white with black paneling, Victorian. The drive way though bare was wide and long. She shuffled behind Draco trying hard not to show her awe of the place. He opened the door and gestured her to follow inside.

The house was huge. Tastefully decorated in neutral colors, the large hall way lead down to a door, which was open. She could see a bright and open kitchen and food she could smell something delicious. To her right there was another door she assumed was either the dining room of living room. And which ever it wasn't was on her left. She gazed at the staircase that ran up the centre of the hall way and split at top. God this house nothing like a Malfoy manor would look like she thought.

'the dining room is on your left, living room on your right, kitchen down the hall. Dinner I usually at 6' Draco paused to look at her, her face was relaxed and graceful as she studied his home. Thump. Draco shook his head and pulled his gaze from her face.

' Follow me up the stairs' and he began to ascend.

She quickly followed up the stairs to the balcony that ran round in a circle. At the very top the stairs facing her was two doors in each corner. He didn't mention what they were, she sigh in disappointment. She continued to follow him to a door that was directly opposite the unnamed room on the left.

'Here is were you'll stay, I hope is, erm to your liking, there is an on suit and a bell should need anything to call Faye the house elf, apparently your luggage is already here' he finished.

He was being so formal, not nasty or nice he was confusing her greatly, were was the arrogant weasel or should I say ferrite she knew?

'Thank you im sure it will be lovely, erm where is it you sleep Draco so I not to get the wrong door' she pried, she said for a reaction maybe a small hint of the old Malfoy. He smiled. Oh god he actually smiled at her, she heard her heart flutter. He was gorgeous; he grey eyes that had been so cold were silver and sadly empty. His strong jaw line and flawless skin was over whelming, why had she never noticed. His voice broke her from her gaze.

'Mine I next to your, the door there' he pointed down the hall ' I will see you at dinner, give you 20minutes to change or what ever you girls do' with that he turned and moved off back down the stairs just as she entered her room.

Dam he thought, had she caught him gazing at her again? What was he thinking it was Hermione, the same girl he had called mudblood for the past 5 years – he winced? Still what ever she was or wasn't she certainly was prettier than he thought or maybe he'd never had really looked. Three weeks was going to be along time. Not only from keeping any alien thoughts from his head but from not being able to have sex with whom ever he wanted when ever. That was the reason he had bought this private home for his pleasures. He groaned inwards and flung himself onto the couch in the sitting room. It had been a long day.

The room was beautifully, no that didn't describe it well enough Hermione thought. It was breath taking it was painted in a pale cream, with soft furnishing the bed was covered in a cream duvet cover, with pale pink roses scattered into a pattern. She hurried to the bathroom, curiosity got the better of her. It was huge, just like the rest of the house. A large bath and separate shower, a sink and toilet all decorated to match the room she has just left. Maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad. A Beautifully house and reasonable Malfoy. What more could she ask. She hurried out of the bathroom to change into something more comfortable for dinner she flung open her suitcase.

Dinner came all to soon for Draco and when Hermione graced the room with her presence he had to keep from choking on his wine. She looked beautiful, he hair was sleek and long falling below her shoulders her skirt was knee length with a slight that threaten to make any man want to… he stopped an moved his gave upwards. Oh god she had a low cut top on. Great – he would be staring at her cleavage for the remainder of dinner.

'Are you ok Draco? You don't look so good'

'Im fine sorry, please sit – Faye…' before he could finish food appeared in front of them.

'This looks amazing I must thank Faye later, erm how about a toast?' Hermione looked Draco raising her glass and she smiled. Maybe in these 3wks she could learn more about Malfoy, the real him, after all he had risked a lot in turning on Voldemort and his followers like even if his motive was for the sake of him mother. He raised his glass towards her.

'To knew beginnings and new friendships?' she worded so that the last word she uttered was a question she raised an eyebrow at him.

'To new beginnings and new friendships' it wasn't said in a thrilled manner but I was a start she beamed at him.

By the time dinner was nearing its end Malfoy could take now more, ever time he looked he his sex swelled and occasionally his heart thumped. He dragged himself from the table.

'I sorry im terrible tired I must rest good night Gra – Hermione' and he dashed form the room. Once safely inside his room he discarded his clothes, sat and released himself from his erection before heading for nice cold shower.

Hermione slipped into the bed, the silk sheets clung to her body. She missed her friends but at the same time, God he had looked so bloody gorgeous in the light of the dining hall. She cursed. She shouldn't be thinking about Draco she was with Ron now, well sort of, they'd kissed hadn't they realized each other's feeling that had built over the years. Though he hadn't actually asked her out despite referring to her as his girlfriend. She sighed. Sleep would bring her peace, and she closed her eyes.

The first week flew by. It was usually pleasant. She and Draco seemed to get on quite well reminiscing on old school times good and bad. Draco didn't speak of Quidditch as Ron and Harry did but of the news muggle and wizarding. They discussed theories and who there favorite people where and they career aims. It was just so nice and different to have a normal conversation, even if it was with Draco, an enemy of 5 years. She would quite like to be able to refer to him as her friend but only in private, she did not wish for Draco to know he had an effect on her view of him.

She had received one bundle of letter from each of her friends who were currently residing in the burrow. All of them seemed to be having a pleasant time, there was some mention that rooms had been moved about and now Ron and George were in one, Harry and Ginny in another – who molly has allowed that was beyond her and Luna was currently on her own although was apparently frequently going missing.

Ron had ended his with 'Love Ron- Ron' but nothing else she sighed.

'What's wrong 'mione?' Draco asked looking up from his book

'Oh nothing just, I like being here but I miss my friends and well school work' she looked at him; he face was relaxed and concerned. So many emotions had crossed his face that week that she had thought not possible.

'If anyone else had said they missed school work I would of fainted but you, it just normal right? – How about I show you around the town?'

She laughed at his comment; he always made her feel good and equal if not above him in intelligence.

' I would like that' she smiled and got to her feet.

This last week had been, eye opening to Draco. He found himself thinking more and more about Hermione. She was intelligent and gentle yet she stood her ground. She was his kind of women. On top of all that she was gorgeous. He often had to catch himself from kissing her, and there had been many opportunities to. In all his life he had never had someone he could talk to or call a true friend. He felt he could tell her anything, everything and not fear who she would tell ad it would stay with her always. So when he saw he look so sad earlier in the sitting room he had to do something to make her smile. They were currently walking down the high street passed the jewelry shop. She stopped. Her gazed at her and followed her line of sight.

'It beautiful' she gasped. He peered closer; she was looking as sliver heart locket that had a red ruby in the corner of the swirls of the design. She smiled again.

'Come on I fancy some tea' and walked on ahead.

Draco lingered before following suit. He hadn't seen her smile properly today and he just wanted her to be happy.

They found a quiet café around the corner. He ordered for them both and they sat in silence. She kept sneaking looks at him. He was so sweet nothing like she had ever thought and she like him, as liked him liked him. Which was causing troubles for her heart. She wasn't sure she should trust him, he could turn round and break her heart any moment and…

'Ill be back in minute excuse me' Draco got up and walked away from he table.

What if she let her heart control her head he just got up and left her like he had the table. She finished her tea in time, as he rounded the corner back to her.

'Come on it getting late we should head back' he held out his hand to her. She didn't hesitate but took it firmly and smiled.

'Of coarse, some dinner and bed I think' they began to walk back towards the manor. Draco didn't let go of her hand until they reached the house.

'I was think we could go swimming on Friday in the pool out back' Draco suggested to his lovely guest and they sat in the garden on Wednesday afternoon.

'Pool? What pool, I didn't know you had pool to' she gaped at him.

'But of coarse I am a malfoy after all it just over the back inside the large green house building' he pointed towards the back of the garden.

'That would be lovely Draco id very much enjoying that'

he smiled down at her as she rested her head on his shoulder. God he wanted he so badly, in his bed. It was getting late and went to tell Hermione but saw she had fallen asleep. He moved carefully and picked up in his arms. She felt oddly right being in his arms. She was ever so light so it was no bother to take to her room. He placed down on the bed a removed her shoes and covered her up. He looked into he sleeping face. He heart lurched, a little over a week and she would be gone and the only women he might of ever loved would leave him alone. But wasn't that always the case, he was always alone even when surrounded his father had made sure of that. He bent down and brushed he lips against his.

'Good night my Hermione' he murmured to her. As he walked from her room he could of sworn he heard her whisper 'my Draco…' but he shrugged it off and went to find release in the land of dreams.

Chapter three coming soon. I know this is a little slow but I wanted it be a little more like a short book. Please comment and review!