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VIII. Sexual Tension

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Gods, what had he done, what was he about to do?

"Malfoy, umm, what just happened?" Hermione asked.

He brought his face out of his hands and looked over to the woman on the other side of the bed—he had moved as far away from her as possible when he realised his position. "I don't know. I was eating breakfast and then I was on top of you and I was about to…"

"Well, I remember you kissing me and then being on the bed, but not naked."

"So we both, what, blacked out?" Draco asked.

They were both silent.

"Well," Draco said after a moment, noticing the enticing position that Granger was still in. "I have a certain problem I have to go deal with." He got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Hermione lay back and noticed that she was very horny as well. She slid the duvet over her body and as she heard Malfoy's first grunt from the bathroom, moved her hand down her body to relieve herself of the sexual tension.

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A knock was heard on the bedroom door as soon as Hermione slipped on her last article of clothing. "Come in," she said.

Ron walked into the room. "My Lady, the Beaudrys are here."

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said. "Tell them we'll be down in a moment."

"Yes, ma'am," Ron said, bowed again and then made leave of the room.

Hermione threw herself back on the bed. Even if Draco didn't remember, Hermione did remember that he had kissed her. She remembered how amazing it had felt; his soft, warm yet firm lips against hers, his tongue in her mouth, searching it.

Clear had been right, real life was so much better than a dream.

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Draco groaned as he hit his head against the wall again. He had been that close to her and then just ran off. If he had known how he had gotten there then he might have taken her.

What hit him was that that she said that they had been kissing and they had been on the bed. Did that mean that she would be willing if he kissed her?

"What?" he asked to the knocking on the door.

"Malfoy, the Beaudrys are here," he heard her say demurely.

"I'll be out in a minute," he said, still castigating himself, hitting his head again.

After he was sure that he would have an unbearable bruise on his head, he walked out of the bathroom, still stark naked.

He had expected Granger to go downstairs but she was sitting on the bed, cross-legged, staring into space.

"Granger, why didn't you go downstairs?" he asked, snapping her from her trance.

"I thought it would look bad if we went down separate," she said. She looked over to him and didn't shy away, didn't blush, didn't tell him to put it away. She slowly looked his body up and down, letting her gaze linger for a moment longer on what she had told him to put away that morning.

A small smirk crossed her features.

"Well, you should get dressed, Dr—Malfoy," she said. "We don't want to keep them any longer than we have already."

Draco smirked at her and then set to clothing himself.

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"I finally got the information," Harry said.

"What information?"

"The only known Malfoys in the Union live in South Carolina."

"So we go there?"

"That's the only thing we can do. It will take a while, probably a couple of weeks, but then we might find Malfoy and he might know where Hermione is."

"Good, I can't wait to be rid of this place. I don't like it one bit."

"If I have to spend a month in a carriage with you, you better learn how to talk less or I'll hex your face in."

"Why can't we just apparate?" Pansy asked.

"First of all, we can't apparate to the Malfoy plantation because we don't know exactly where it is. Also, we can't apparate to England because this is obviously a different time period and we don't know what is where. You don't fancy getting splinched, do you? Think, Parkinson, before you talk," Harry said and walked away.

Pansy hmmphed and walked the opposite direction.

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"Marshall," Draco said as he walked into the dining room.

"Draco," Marshall said, shaking Draco's hand.

"Cecilia," Draco said as he kissed the woman's hand. The couple looked as though they were a few years older than Draco and Hermione. Cecilia had long black hair, tan skin and soft features. Marshall was shorter than Draco, broad-shouldered with short-cut dark brown hair.

"We haven't seen you two in a while," Cecilia said. "We thought you died."

"No," Draco said. "Just getting to know our surroundings better."

Marshall and Cecilia looked confused for a moment.

"They both have amnesia," Clear explained. "They don't remember anything that's happened in the last two years."

"Right," Marshall said. "We'll just have to help you remember. How about going pigeon hunting on Saturday, you must nearly be out."

"Saturday, that's the day after tomorrow, right?" Draco asked and Marshall nodded. "All right."

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