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Chapter Seven

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She came out of the bath room and saw Draco sitting on the sofa, the top three buttons of his shirt undone and his tie completely undone but still hanging around his neck. She again disappeared behind the changing blind and came out wearing a short, silk night dress in the colour as the robe. Draco stared with willing eyes as she showed more skin than he had ever seen. The night dress ended half way up her thigh and rested low on her chest, thin straps holding it up. Hermione stopped about a foot away from Draco, she smiled a smile that only Draco should see and his eyes glistened, he was right, he did want her, he did want to possess her. He made a noise that sounded like 'ummm' and Hermione shivered.

"What did you want to talk about?" she said casually as she lowered her self elegantly onto the sofa that Draco was sitting on.

"You."

After an hour Hermione found herself laying across the sofa, her head in his lap as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"... and do you remember the time I punched you in the face in third year?" she laughed.

"Vividly." He said bluntly before breaking out into laughter himself. Hermione then slid up the sofa to sit on his lap sideways so her feet were on the sofa and her side up against his muscular chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and he slid both of his arms round her wait. This time she wasn't frightened at his touch, she liked it, she had done all along.

"Promise me something." She whispered secretively into his ear.

"Anything."

"Dance with this time next month."

"Promise." He whispered back. "But why?"

"Because in a month I will be ready." He gave her a confused look then realised what she was saying.

"I don't want to push you into it. Don't do it if you don't want to."

"I don't mean that." Suddenly he really was confused. "I will be ready to tell everyone. I know you've been thinking about it."

"Ok. I'm fine with that."