At 11:58, Hermione took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't have any makeup on, and all she was wearing was a satin robe. She supposed she may be making it too easy for Draco, but she decided that she didn't care. This was the last time she was going to see him. She didn't want to linger around putting her clothes on.

Once the clock turned to midnight, she went to her fireplace and flooed over to Draco's flat.

No sooner than her feet landed on the receiving end, had she been swept up into someone's strong arms. Draco's lips were everywhere: On hers, on her neck, her cheeks. He pulled her the knot of her robe, revealing she had nothing on underneath. He growled. "You little minx. When I told you to come in minimal clothing, I had no idea you'd come so...well prepared".

He then latched onto her throat and began sucking. Hermione moaned in pleasure. He stopped sucking on her neck long enough to lead her to the large window that overlooked London. He turned her around so that her front was pressed against the glass. "You're so sexy", he whispered in her ear. He trailed his fingers along her sides, brushing her breasts and resting his hands on her small waist.

He swiftly turned her around, and before she could say anything, he was on his knees. He lifted one of her legs up and began placing kisses on the insides of her thighs. He was getting closer and closer to her center. "Draco...please", she moaned.

Her breathy voice only made him smirk and tease her more. Finally, his tongue found her wet center. He latched onto her and sucked hard, eliciting a loud moan from the witch above her.

Suddenly, Draco's fireplace went green. Someone was flooing into his apartment, but the duo were too preoccupied to notice. That is, until Narcissa Malfoy cleared her throat. Hermione looked at her with wide eyes. She used her hands, which were buried in his hair, pushing him closer to her center, to push him away with haste. She used wandless magic to summon her robe, pulling it tightly around her.

"Mother", Draco drawled. He had just gotten up and straightened his clothes, wiping his mouth.

Narcissa looked at Hermione with distaste. "Draco", she began, "what is the meaning of this? You're getting married in less than a month". Narcissa was trying to avoid the muggleborn witch standing behind her son.

"A marriage for show, Mother. Astoria and I are not in love, we will never be in love", Draco replied to his mother.

"So you'd sneak around with a mu-ggleborn witch, even though you are marrying one of the most prestigious witches of the age?"

Hermione huffed. She realized what Narcissa was about to say. Mudblood. She had only caught herself for Draco's sake. "Father married you and still had his whores. I'm doing nothing less".

Draco knew this was a low blow, but he didn't care. Now it was his mother's turn to huff. "I'm here to inform you that we are having the Greengrasses over for dinner tomorrow evening. It would do well for you to show up, on time, I might add". With that, she turned and flooed out.

"Sorry about that, Granger", Draco turned and said to Hermione. She cleared her throat. "I really should be leaving". She could see his eyes harden as he glared at her.

"Why? Because of my mother?"

"I don't want to be your whore any longer". Hermione was surprised how calmly she said this, without a quiver in her voice.

She made to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her close to him. "It's not like you can't find any other willing witch", she told him.

"I don't want another witch. I want you", he told her in response. Before she had time to respond, he kissed her, hard. She gasped, and he took this opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. She could taste herself on him. She relented and gave into the kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, he let her go. They stood there, panting and staring at one another.

"Malfoy", Hermione said softly. "It was one thing to sneak around when you were just courting Astoria. That was three years ago. I should have guessed the two of you would eventually get engaged, but since it took so long, I guess I had hope. It's not like you owe me or anything. After all, I knew the terms of this agreement when we started. But now, I wouldn't just be sleeping with Draco Malfoy. I'd be sleeping with someone's husband, and I can't do that anymore".

"Granger...I...care...about you. Astoria means nothing to me, but I have to marry her".

"And just like you have to do what's best for you, I have to do what's best for me. Goodbye, Draco".

Saying his name felt foreign on her tongue. She walked to the floo without looking back, and then flooed to her apartment. When she landed, she crumpled into a heap on the floor and that's when the tears came.

So, the first two chapters are up! Please let me know what you guys think :)

XX, Gracie