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Hugs and Kisses!

Seida

What the hell is wrong with me? Is like suddenly I didn't have any control over myself. One minute I was knocking on Granger's door, the other I was like a freaking predator over a defenseless prey.

I was quite surprised when Granger opened the door actually. She didn't look all that ready and she wasn't wearing all that much makeup. Quite the opposite of what I'm used to. Funny.

I'm used to going out with women that use too much makeup and, by the time I pick them up, are not even moving just thinking they could mess up a hair.

Granger on the other hand was running through her small apartment (too small for my liking if you ask me), barefoot, her earrings on her hands and not even noticing she forgot to wear her necklace. I noticed, she left it on the front door table when we left; or maybe she got nervous with my predatory ways and forgot all about it.

On my behalf I don't know what happen. I mean, it's not like I find her hot or anything. Well technically that's not true. Ok, maybe not hot, just, I don't know, cute. I think that's the word for her, cute. Sometimes, most of the time, too cute for her own good.

Sometimes she gives me this naïve look that just makes me wonder if she is indeed the all tough war hero, or if she is really doing it to tease me, on purpose.

I bet she doesn't even comprehend that when I go pick her up from lunch and she's wearing those damn horn rimmed glasses she just looks like a fucking hot librarian, straight from a porn movie; or when she scowls at me its just making me want to show her who really is in charge; or when she gives me those looks like she doesn't have the darndest clue what I'm talking about in all her purity saintly way, well it just.. urg.. it just makes me want to corrupt her.

I know it's freaky, but it's the truth. Like right now. She's seating next to me biting her bottom lip, obviously thinking of what happened back at her apartment. Crap. I don't even know what happen.

I pulled into the driveway of the luxurious museum and immediately a valet is opening my door and another Hermione's door. I hear her thank the guy while I'm making my way around to her.

"Shall we" I extend my arm to her.

At first she looks confuse and I can see a small blush on her cheeks. You see? that's what I'm talking about! That's the naïve look that makes me want to corrupt her to no end!

Finally she takes my arm, a small tint of blush on her cheeks.

We make our way in and people part as Moses on the red sea. Flashes immediately clicking.

I can feel her shaking next to me. She hates reporters as much, maybe more then me.

"...set, action" I hear her mumble very low next to me.

I smile a bit, just enough so no one notice. Shes such a geek. Too cute.

Apart from the lunch each day, this is the first time we have ever gone out, at night. So it's more than obvious to think she's a bit nervous.

Turning to her I can't help myself and whisper "its ok, just be yourself, no acting needed. I think we're covered just by showing up."

As intended she turns red as a tomato.

"You know you do blush an awful lot. Weren't you supposed to be the brave Gryffindor, war hero, witch extraordinaire?" a cocky smile on my face.

"I thought you said no acting" she pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. I swear to Merlin this woman is going to be the end of me. I'm attributing this to my lack of sex in the past two weeks.

"Who said I was acting?" I said huskily just an inch away from her mouth

"Draco!" Fucking Blaise.

I turn around and see Blaise grinning from ear to ear.

"You made it! I'm glad."

I grunt as a response.

"Right" he gives me a smile and turns to Granger "Hermione, so nice to see you. You do look beautiful today, as always."

She gives him this friendly look and smiles. I don't really know why it bothers me, I mean they've been sort of friends since last year in school, but still, it bothers me.

"Hi Blaise, it's nice to see you too."

"Aren't you supposed to be looking for Lovegood or something along the line?"

"Why Draco, anyone would think you are trying to get rid of me."

"Perceptive, I think your medication has finally kicked in."

"Did you think that one through all by yourself Draco? You're getting better" a cocky smile still on his face.

"Malfoy, I'm going to go look for Luna, so you can chat with Blaise, ok"

She didn't even give me time to retort and she was already 10 feet away from me.

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One hour later and I was already bored to my bones.

Dr. Stael was trying to explain to me his latest discovery on the nature and qualities of flagerburgs. I wasn't really interested. I think he knew I wasn't interested, but he keep talking anyways. We had some sort of understanding by the 10th minute: he talked; I nodded from time to time.

My attention was really on Granger, who was now being openly courted by a scumbag. Who the hell did he think he was? Didn't he know that I was supposed to be married to Granger! ? I mean, it was fake, but still, it was all over the news! Where did he live, under a rock? !

Granger was obviously not amused with the guy; she was openly rejecting him with her body language. From looking at him he was not very good at reading body language, and he was obviously too drunk.

"Uhm interesting, yes" I take a swing at my whisky, my eyes not leaving the scumbag.

What an idiot. His shirt was half way tucked in, his hair a total mess, and by the looks of Granger's face his conversation was as interesting as Dr. Stael's.

Ten minutes into the conversation Granger was physically uncomfortable. What was this guy trying to accomplish? She was taking small steps back, and he, being the scumbag he was, was talking steps forward.

I saw her balance her weight from one foot to the other, a nervous smile on her face. What the hell was he saying?

I take another swing at my whisky on the rocks, and that's when he placed his hand on her shoulder, and I knew I was at my boiling point.

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"Luc, I think I better go, I" taking a small step back.

"Oh come on Hermione! Don't be so boring!" Taking a step towards me.

"I think you're a bit drunk Luc, just calm down Luc"

Somewhere I read that if you call a person by his\her given name they would immediately account for their words and action and reconsider their current state. This theory was just not working with this guy.

He wasn't that bad actually, when sober. We used to work together a couple of years back, but he stopped talking to me when I rejected him the moment he asked me out. I was nice about it, I swear.

"Drunk? Nah. Come on, we'll have fun, I even have a Jacuzzi" he placed his hand on my shoulder, and that's when I panicked. I literally froze.

"What'd you say? You me" wiggles his eyebrows "some rose champagne" taking a couple of steps closer to me.

"Can you please remove your hand from my girlfriend? Or do I have to detach it from your body?" I turn around quickly and see Malfoy looking at Luc as calm as he was only asking what time it was.

It worked, Luc's hand was off in a second. Nice to see his senses were coming back.

"Her boyfriend? right." Ignoring Malfoy and turning once again back to me. Crap, some senses, more like suicidal.

"So, as I was suggesting, some bubbly"

"Did I not make myself clear?" In an instant Malfoy was grabbing me by the waist and putting me behind him. Great, now we were going to make a scene.

"Malfoy, just calm down, Luc's just a bit drunk that's all" I try to interfere.

"What's your problem Blondie. I saw her first" fucking Luc, just shut up!

"What did you just say?" Malfoy's face, usually the personification of stoicism, was clearly imitating an angry gnome.

"Draco, calm down, let's just go ok" again trying to draw as less attention as possible. Too late, people were already gathering around.

"You heard me, just go and fix your hair or something, shu, go" signaling Malfoy with his hand like he was some sort of dog.

Oh Luc, not the hair!

"Mister Cohen. Nice to see you. It's been a long time; I hear you're working with underage magic now."

Blaise had put himself between Malfoy and Luc. This put Luc and Malfoy out of balance. Malfoy looking at Blaise daggers in his eyes, Luc just plain confused.

Thank Merlin for Blaise!

"Blaise, please move" trust me; Malfoy did not sound as polite as you think.

"So Mister Cohen, care to join me on the patio" clearly ignoring Malfoy's request "there's an interesting piece I would like you to see" as on cue a tall Blonde model stepped in and grabbed Luc by the arm, flashing him a gigantic smile. She was wearing a tight short red dress, and her legs were endless; even I was dazzled.

Luc, forgetting all about little o' me and Malfoy just followed the blonde dumbly into the patio.

Blaise turned to Malfoy, his ever present smile evaporating.

"Calm yourself ok. If you mess this up for Luna I will fucking kill you." then he turned to me, a smile again on his face "Hermione." nodding and walking away.

"Wow" that was the smartest thing that came out of my mouth.

"I think we should go" that was the smartest thing that came out of Malfoy's mouth.

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As I look at Malfoy i could still see the irritation on his face. His jaw clenched. We walked to the entrance and I could hear whispers. Wasn't difficult to imagine what they were talking about.

Bugger, I didn't even get the chance to say bye to Luna. I only talked to her a second and she was immediately swept away by her manager. I later saw her from the distance talking to Blaise, I didn't know they were acquaintances. Gretchen, I didn't even get to see.

On our way home Malfoy was awfully quiet. Not that we did any talking when we were driving to the event either, but this was different, you could feel his stress in the air.

"Malfoy, just chill ok. Luc was just drunk, he didn't mean any harm" I said this not looking at him, just watching the lighted houses as we drove by. It wasn't like I pretended for him to calm down or anything; I just wanted to put it out there.

By now I already knew he would usually calm down on his own. Funny how much you can learn from a person in just one week. I wasn't even expecting a response.

"I didn't like him touching you."

"What?" Confused I turn to him.

"I didn't like him touching you." He repeated.

"I'm sorry, I must really be missing something here, people are eventually going to touch me Malfoy, its normal."

"Not like that. I don't want people touching you like that." he wasn't looking at me, he kept looking at the road, concentrated. It was like he was talking to himself.

"Like what exactly?"

"With hunger, lust. I don't want people touching you like that."

Before I could say anything he was pulling on my driveway and getting out of the car to open my door. He offered me his hand, as he always does, and I, still dumbstruck, took it. I could feel the electricity running though our fingers.

As I stood in front of him he immediately dropped my hand and walked to my door.

"Malfoy look I..."

"I think we should leave this conversation here Granger, I don't feel quite myself at the moment."

I looked down biting my lower lips and nodded.

"Good night Granger." he stepped closer to me, our bodies an inch apart, and lifted my chin with his thumb and index finger.

As I looked at his eyes I was, for the second time in the night, frozen, this time for entirely different reasons. His eyes were dark, compared to their usual grayish tint. I couldn't quite understand what they were saying but my legs were surely going to turn to jelly any time soon. My heart racing a hundred miles an hour.

He was looking at my lips intensively and I licked them as a reaction.

Suddenly he kissed me on the forehead, turned and walked to his car without a word.

As a saw him drive away and i exhale a long breath i didn't know I was holding. What the fuck was that? My forehead? Am I a kid! ?

More confused than ever I turned and got into my appartment. I definitely needed a cold shower.

That's it for now. I was thinking of writing the next chapter on what happen with Blaise and Luna. I don't know, or maybe I'll turn that into another story, or maybe just resolve it on this one. Still thinking about it. What do you think?

Anyways I love writing a confused, possessive Draco (as you probably read on my oneshot). It just makes more sense to me. After all, if you were raised with all the gold in the world, thinking everything was yours to take, you'd be a bit possessive, wouldn't you? At least that's how I see it (or maybe I just like male characters to be, well, that: manly). LOL.

I admit: I'm weird. Love you guys.

Seida.