Chapter 4

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Hermione's eyes finally began to flutter open, but immediately shut once the sun light hit them. "Ugh…" said she, rolling over onto her side. She began to move her legs and stretched. She felt the smooth silk under her body. Her eyes shot open once more. "I don't own silk," she said aloud. She sat up and looked around the room. A jolt of panic rushed through her body. She looked down and notice she was just in her underwear. By that time, the silk sheets were covering her body. Oh my god, where the hell am I? Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Miss Granger? Are you awake? May I come in?" It was a woman's voice with a heavy Spanish accent.

"Um, yes?" The door opened and Marie walked in with a tray of food. "Oh, thank you."

Marie smiled and sat the tray on the night stand next to the bed. "You're welcome. Mr. Malfoy will return to the Manor shortly. Your dress from last night is cleaned and pressed. It's hanging in the bathroom." She nodded her head toward the bathroom door.

Hermione smiled. "Oh, yes, thanks." Malfoy? Dear god, could this get any worse?

"Would you like some coffee?"

"That'd be great." Marie shuffled out of the room and shut the door behind her. Hermione put her head in her hands. A wave of nausea hit her. She looked at the tray of food. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. At the time, it didn't look too appetizing. "I can't eat right now…" Hermione said, getting out of the bed and heading toward the bathroom. She walked in and instantly noticed herself in the mirror. Her lips were red and swollen. Those bite marks were still there. The hair, oh, the hair. It was all over the place. "I look like a damn clown," she said to herself, "I need a shower." She turned the shower on and stepped in.

She almost fell back asleep in the shower it was so perfect. She didn't know how long she had been in there, but was sure her food was cold by now. She stepped out and slipped into a white robe that was hanging next to her dress. She towel dried her hair and walked back into the room. "Nice robe." Hermione jumped and looked up. Draco was sitting on the end of his bed. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. She immediately blushed. She looked back down at her feet. "Marie said you wanted some coffee?" He held out a coffee mug. Hermione walked over to him. He could smell his shampoo in her hair. He walked her long legs glide themselves toward him. He knew what was under that robe.

"Uh, yes, thanks." She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. What happened last night?

He cleared his throat. "Don't worry, we didn't have sex."

Hermione almost spit out the coffee. "Well, that's reassuring." Draco cracked a smile.

"We had a lot of fun last night though. You're not a bad kisser, Mudblood," Draco said, wanting to get a reaction out of her.

She looked at up at him and met his eyes. Even though it had been a few year, that word still burned. "Thanks for the coffee, but I really must get going," she spat. She handed the cup back to him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. She could smell his cologne. "Let go," she said, pulling her arm away, "I really need to leave." She turned and walked toward the bathroom.

All of a sudden, Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. He pushed himself into her and moaned. That was all Hermione could take. She turned around in his arms and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed her lips softly at first. He became more aggressive with them. She wrapped her arms around his neck biting his lower lip. His kissed down her neck and pushed the robe aside. He made his way down her chest. He moved his hands down her back and pushed her toward him. Hermione felt him and made her want him more, but she couldn't bring herself to do more.

She pulled back, "I've got to leave." Draco immediately let go and stepped back.

"As you wish," he huffed. "I'll get Daniel to give you a ride back to the hotel."

"Thank you," Hermione said, walking into the bathroom. She slipped out of the robe and back into her clothes. Draco was gone when she came out. She walked out the room and down the stairs. She looked to her left and saw Draco sitting in the living room. She turned to say something to him.

"He's out there waiting," he said, not even turning around.

Hermione sighed. "Well, thanks for your hospitality Malfoy. Wow, never thought I'd say that sentence."

"Yup, have a great vacation. See you around." He sounded bitter. Hermione didn't understand him and just rolled her eyes as she walked toward the front door.

Daniel came to her door and opened it. "Thank you for the ride," Hermione said as she got out of the limo.

"Not a problem, Miss Granger. Have a great afternoon."

"You as well," Hermione nodded. She walked into the hotel and went to her room. She got to the door and prayed Ginny wasn't sprawled naked on the bed with that guy. She slid her key in and opened the door. "Gin? You in here?" With no response Hermione changed clothes. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV. She eventually fell asleep.

Hermione awoke to the phone ringing. "Uh, hello?" She answered groggily.

"Miss Granger?" asked a woman's voice.

"This is she."

"You have something at the front desk."

"Oh, alright, I'll be right down. Thank you."

Click.

Hermione got up and noticed it was alright three in the afternoon. She walked down stairs. "Miss Granger?" asked the blonde receptionist.

"Yes," she took the envelope from the woman and opened it up.

Granger,

Meet me at the café across the street from your hotel at four.

- Malfoy

She re-read the note, debating on whether or not to meet him.

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Well, there's Chapter 4. Let me know what you think. It's been a while since I updated this story.

Cheers,
Jessica.