It was Friday night. Hermione had planned to do some reading, comfortably installed on the couch. She had her glasses on, and was wearing her pyjamas, a book opened on her laps. Draco had gone back to his own place, leaving her alone to do her favorite thing in the world.
Except she couldn't.
She kept thinking about him, about the kiss. It had been days ago, yet she couldn't stop thinking about how right his lips against hers had felt.
But kisses are for lovers, as he said. Sure they had kissed a few times in the heat of the moment, but that had meant absolutely nothing. This kiss was... gentle, but filled with passion. Like when the boy finally kisses the girl in those Muggle romantic movies. She sighed, and closed her book.
It wasn't even nine, but she decided to go to sleep. Only, she couldn't fall asleep either.
Damn boy, making her all useless.
She got up, and sat at her desk. Taking her quill, she wrote a short note on a piece of parchment.
Hey
What are you up to? It's lonely without you.
Hermione
She tied the message to her new owl's leg, and got back into bed after sending him on his way. Barely minutes later, her owl was coming back, with Draco's response.
Come and find me, Granger.
Moments later, she was standing at his door debating to knock or not. Suddenly, the door swung open, and there he was, even sexier than she remembered.
'' How d'you know I was here?'' she asked, caught by surprise.
'' I took divination classes, Granger.'' He smirked, making her snort.
'' Right, you sucked at it.'' She laughed, and entered his apartment. She had seen it before, but was still impressed. Instead of having a messy place like most guys of his age, his was flawless, and shining. The walls were painted a dark shade of grey, and the only light was coming from a few candles scattered everywhere. '' I went to Hogwarts and still, your place scares me'' She muttered, a small smile on her lips.
Draco lead her to the living room, and she sat in a recliner chair.
'' What's wrong with my home?'' Draco teased her, sitting on the couch.
'' Feels like a fucking coffin.'' she joked a little, but she really was uncomfortable being in his apartment.
'' Well, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to wake up and bite you this night, Granger'' He teased her, and she laughed, before taking in his words.
'' This night?'' She asked, and he looked at her as if she was retarded.
'' Yes, this night. You know, the time when the sky is dark, and you-'' She cut him, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
'' I know what the night is, Malfoy.'' she was scowling. '' It's just- you expect me to sleep here?'' she asked, unsure of herself.
'' Yeah,'' Malfoy answered, staring at her. He was dreaming about kissing her right now, she looked so cute when she was unsure. '' unless you are too afraid of my giant coffin'' He was back to normal, and that earned him a playful swap.
'' Okay, I'll stay.'' She softly said, after a moment. Why was she this afraid? They would probably sleep together, then she'd crash on the couch, just like they did dozen of times. A little piece of her hoped he'd kiss her again. Wait, what? No, not again this little voice. She was not in love with Draco Malfoy.
But when he looked at her like that, it was much harder to say so.
Silence had made its way into their conversation.
'' I hate this'' Draco muttered, running a hand through his blond hair.
'' What?'' the witch looked up at him. He sighed.
'' Ever since that... you know.'' He was embarrassed, and so was she. '' It's not the same...'' She agreed silently, not knowing what would happen next.
'' Do you want to stop this?'' She motioned to the both of them, her heart beating fast.
'' No,'' he said softly, and Hermione release a breath she didn't realize she was holding. '' You make me feel good, Hermione'' He wasn't speaking loudly, but she heard him perfectly.
He never called her Hermione, unless it was important.
'' Draco...'' She didn't know what to say. '' I- I don't understand.'' She was almost crying. '' Since the kiss, I, ... I feel like something's missing.'' He was looking down. She got out of the recliner, and sat beside him. '' I need more. I think I'm falling in love with you, Draco.'' She admitted softly.
He looked up at her, grey eyes locked into her brown ones. '' We had a rule...'' He said, barely audible. Hermione felt suddenly as if she was naked. Not physically, but emotionally. She had put her feelings on the line, and now Malfoy was crushing them.
The Slytherin grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his bedroom. It was a bit less goth, and that made Hermione a little better. Draco was nibbling at her ear, and she was fumbling to undo his belt buckle.
He was biting her neck, and for a slight second, she wondered if she should stop him. She had just told him she loved him, and he wanted to fuck her brains out? That was twisted.
She managed to lower his pants, and sneak a hand into his briefs. She grabbed his manhood, and retracted his foreskin, a drop of precome leaking for the red tip.
''Granger'' He hissed, against her ear. '' We shouldn't'' The boy moaned when she started jerking him off slowly.
'' Fuck me'' she ordered, and he obeyed, laying her gently on his bed. shimming out of his pants, he joined her, before taking off her pants and panties. He entered her swiftly, just like every other times they were intimate. Only this time, it was different.
Draco thrusted hard into her, and she moaned in respond. She still had her t-shirt on, and he took it off, her breasts coming into his view. She wasn't wearing a bra, and that was great because Draco didn't feel like struggling to unclasp it. Instead, he could easily bring his mouth to her nipple, and take it into his mouth. He sucked on her tit, and her hands were pressing his head against it, making sure he wouldn't stop.
Mentally, Draco didn't know what to do.
He was in love with Granger, and she was in love with him too. But it wouldn't last, for sure. She would find a much better man, and she's leave him and they'd would stop being friends. And he didn't want that, he didn't want to ruin anymore things. He had ruined enough things already.
He kept licking, and sucking and thrusting, making Hermione arche her back off the bed, coming without telling him. He too could feel his orgasm approaching.
His release hit him, milking him, taking his breath away. His eyes closed, chills running through his body, he held on to Hermione's hips. She could feel his semen filling her, and she was breathing rapidly.
Now was coming the bad part.
Maybe this was even the last time they did it.
Malfoy pulled out of his friend, and slumped next to her on the bed. Hermione moaned at the feeling of emptiness. '' I'm in love with you too'' The blond man confessed, his breathing erratic. Hermione didn't respond, and for a moment Draco thought she was sleeping.
'' What do we do now?'' She finally asked, turning to look at him.
'' I have no idea,'' he told her, covering his face with his hands. They kept looking at the ceiling, not sure of what to say or do.
You can't start a relationship off a sex agreement. It's like doing it backwards. It would only lead to trouble, and the end of their friendship. And they didn't want that.
But they both loved each other, and wanted to be together.
Hermione got up, and started picking her clothes off the floor. '' I'm going to sleep on the couch'' She announced and walked towards the door, when he spoke.
'' Stay with me'' She turned back to look at him. His voice was pleading, almost begging. '' please.''
She put on her panties, and made her way back to the bed. He slipped under the sheets, and she did the same.
'' What are we gonna do?'' she asked him as her head hit the pillow.
'' We'd never work out as a couple'' He said, his voice flat.
'' I know'' the bushy haired girl replied, sad. '' We should go back to just being friends.''
'' Tomorrow. Tonight is the last night.'' He rolled over on his side, and stared at her. '' I wanna hold you'' He was asking permission. Hermione snuggled against him, her head posed on his chest, where she could feel his beating heart. His arms were draped around her, holding her tight.
'' Only tonight'' She tried to convince herself. It would be over tomorrow, and she should not get used to it.
'' It all ends tomorrow'' Draco sort of answered her. Moments passed, and Hermione could hear Draco's soft breathing.
She felt alone, though he was right there.
It all ends tomorrow.
