Hermione was the first to break the silence. Only about a minute had passed but the thick tension made it feel as if an hour had passed. Regardless of the Gryffindor courage she was praised to have, suddenly she couldn't remember a single word from her vocabulary. She was terrified to find out, but she needed to know.

Was she just a fling before school started? Did all that passion she feel, was that faked for a one night stand? Did he regret it? Oh Merlin what if he thought she was clingy since she grabbed his hand on the way home. She had to cut this tension. She hated not knowing.

" Draco what is this… this thing that we are doing?"

Fully taken back by her question. He was slightly expecting her rejection, that she was regretting her night with him the closer and closer she got to seeing that weasel.

Unsure with how to answer he couldn't help the panic that danced in his eyes causing Hermione to tear up.

Draco couldn't bear to hurt her, he needed to stand up and say what he wanted. He had to face some fear to finally have a chance.

" I don't know what exactly we are doing, but its made me happy for the first time in years, I don't want this to stop, I don't want you to regret anything that happened and please know that I don't have any doubts about this."

Swallowing the lump in her throat she only mutter a mousy " ok" before sprinting up the stairs to her room.

For the second time in two days leaving a stunned Malfoy in the common space of their tower.

This habit of hers was starting to grate on his nerves. Clearly she doesn't do well with confrontation and runs. Where is the girl that punched him third year? That was not who was living with now. This woman was so broken and unsure of herself. Well that didn't work for him. He wanted Hermione to feel on top of the world. She was one of the strongest and smartest witches to be born, and she needed to be reminded of that; Certainly if she was going to be fair academic competition this year.

Taking the stairs two at a time he uncharmed her door. When was she going to learn that little charm was never going to work on him. She needed someone to chase after her and let her know that conversation deserved to be finished. He had a feeling Weasel never made it a point to chase her. Draco needed an answer from her too.

Hermione was sitting crossed legged with her head hanging down, leaving her curls to hide her tears.

"Hermione you can not keeping doing that to me, you need to answer me what you think is going on"

In that moment as she peeked through her curls she saw the emotional storm playing in his eyes. His eyes sat a dark slate grey as he wanted some answers.

Once the slate grey met with caramelized amber, Draco felt his breathe hitch. She was so unsure of herself, she was expecting his rejection and was unsure what to do once he didn't reject her. What the hell did Weasel do to her?

In a few short steps he was climbing on to the bed looking over her. tucking his hand under her head, he had no idea what to say, He needed her to feel how desirable she was. All he could do was try to convey his passion in a kiss and hope she understood.

As soon as their lips touched he felt fire licking at all his nerves, the feeling was more intense then he had ever felt in his life. Its as if his senses had come alive and his heart was pouring its every emotion into Hermione. He was feeling pretty intense emotions around

Feeling her hands wind into his hair was all the reassurance he needed. He knew she felt this connection.

Hermione lost all train of thought the minute Draco was leaning over her. His eyes were begging for her attention and she was hungry for him. She tried to convey her fears and need for reassurance into the kiss, only pulling him harder against her.

They both broke away out of breath and fully flushed, taking a second to absorb everything they will feeling.

Draco was the first to break the silence " We still need to finish that conversation, but first come have a bath with me?

Slightly taken back by the suggestion she had to admit a hot bath would make her feel a lot better. She inched off the bed and started to lead toward her bathroom. Realizing she was alone she turned to see Draco waiting in his door frame.

"Lets have a bath in my bathroom, I assure you; you won't be disappointed"

Heading into the hallway and stepping into his room she was stunned into silence. His room was the same size as hers however it looked totally different.

A large wooden four poster bed sat in the middle with slight bands of Mahogany glimmering in the light. The bed was draped in Emerald green silk with small silver accents. Very Slytherin and very Malfoy.

The whole room had a modern but regal elegance to it and was surprisingly warm for the wood floor. Of course his floor would be warm, it was possibly even more comfortable then the plush cream carpet in her room.

Breaking her from her daze of staring around the room Draco ushered her attention to the bathroom. It was possible more grand than the bedroom.

The floor was a warmed black granite with slight flecks of green and silver leading to amazing features in the room. In the corner was a stone shower with a steamer, a generous basin and vanity all framing around a stunning jetted tub that was sunk into the floor. The person who made these rooms to their personal desires was stunningly brilliant. They outdid themselves on how each persons private quarters perfectly reflected the style of the head boy and head girl respectively.

With a quick flick of his wand the tub started to fill with hot water and some jasmine oil spilled into the tub. The jets perfectly foamed the bath. As the jasmine filled the air Hermione instantly relaxed it smelled divine and just helped to clear the fog in her brain

While she was letting the jasmine invade her senses she hardly noticed Malfoy gracefully slipping into the bath. He gate was just dripping with sex appeal, slightly mesmerized by the muscles in his back rippling in his back as he relaxed into the tub. It appeared there were some benches under the water so you could really sit and enjoy the bath.

Stripping out of her jumper and jeans she slowly stepped into the bath unsure of the temperature, but it was perfect. Hot enough to relax your muscles but not too hot to enjoy right away. She debated about sitting on the other side of the tub but she wants sure if she would be able to answer these questions while looking at Draco. Spreading his legs she sat between his knees and leaner her back onto his chest and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Slightly taken back by her choice of seating and a smile on his face from her giving him a kiss. He relaxed and draped his arm around her. This felt so natural and easy. They needed to clear the air so they could have a real chance to pursue whatever this was.

"Hermione how about you start since this was your idea, lets start easy ok?"

With a small nod of her head she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder and just savored the moment.

" Ok um… What made you come check on me last night?"

"How could I not, I have never seen you that upset, even when you punched me 3rd year you had this fiery passion in your eyes. You don't deserve to be that hurt and broken. I was concerned about you"

Even her heart wanted to smile, this softer side of Draco was something she never would have imagined happening. She was at peace with everything right now. She felt safe, which was a very rare feeling outside of her books.

"Draco it's your turn…"

Slightly nervous to ask but he couldn't hold out

" Do you regret last night?"

Sitting up slightly, almost appalled he would ask that. She turned around half way to see him slightly she placed her hand on his cheek

" Of course not, you made me feel… something I never felt before… you made me feel beautiful"

"Hermione you are beautiful and I want you to know that, I hate that you were never made to feel that way. You deserve so much better then everything you've been given, and I am so honored that I was the person to share that experience with you. The most precious thing anyone could have ever given me"

Tears formed in her eyes. She was becoming more and more grateful that she left her loveless engagement. She never knew this is the feeling she was missing. She was stuck believing it was just something in romance novels. In less then 2 days she was made to feel desired, beautiful and sexy. She never would have used those words for herself before.

Gently rubbing light patterns on her stomach to calm her down he kissed her temple and waited for his question.

Hearing the emotion in her voice, came the dreaded

"What happened to Pansy?"

"Wow no mercy on me huh Granger?... Well Pansy was determined to marry me regardless of my protests, I didn't love her. She didn't love me, she only wanted my money and my name. Her family has wanted to be attached to the Malfoy's for centuries but even the Malfoy's don't appreciate their manipulation. She went as far as to try to redesign the Manor, by trying to forge my name. She told the papers we were getting married when I refused to talk to her. That's why I spent most of my summer in the countryside. I wanted to get away. I never loved her, or agreed to date her. But my family was pushing me into it to try to bring a positive light to our family."

Her heart breaking hearing his words " but the papers were so focused on Ron and I"

"yes which worked to my advantage they didn't try to bother me too much in the country side after I refused to talk about Pansy and her indiscretions….. ok my turn"

Running his hand along her arm faintly feeling her scars from his aunt " Do your scars still bother you?"

Suddenly self conscious, she covered her arm with her hand.

"No don't, please don't cover it up, we are both well marked from the war" reminding her of the dark mark that was carved into his arm.

He gently laid his forearm out for her so she could look at it a bit more closely. She laid her arm out next to his just taking in the intensity of the moment. A reformed death eater and a "mudblood" marked by the war, sitting here together, healing after the war. Draco could almost hear her thoughts winding her up. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her to him until she finally answered

" No it doesn't bother me, it's just hard to cover up sometimes. People don't even try to hide their stares. It makes it very unnerving to go out in public. The one trashy tabloid loves to post pictures when they can steal a shot."

"People will always stare, people still pull their kids away from me on the street. My family was trying toward to repair our reputation, but they had no idea money was not going to ever fix this. I wear long sleeves as much as possible, however the ministry confirmed my mark can never be removed or faded."

Enjoying the comfort of the moment and their everlasting hot water Hermione tried to think of a question.

"Draco… back at the Manor why did your aunt bind you when she carved into my arm?"

Draco's body instantly tensed up. He felt as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. It took a few moments before he could swallow the lump in his throat.

Trying to keep his composure, he couldn't hide the crack in his voice

"She said I had a soft spot for you, and wanted to torture you to force me to go along with her plan. When I refused that's when she started to bind me and force me to watch. It wasn't until…."

Hermione's head was reeling. Draco tried to protect her and that's why they were both punished like they were...

" Until what Draco?" She was almost scared to find out, but she needed to know. She was trying not to tremble knowing how hard this was for him. She remembered the terrified look and apology in his eyes when his aunt bound him.

" The only way to stop my aunt and Volde- you know- was to kill my father. My family refuses to admit it. We got into a duel outside about how I was being a traitor to the bloodline, and I…. and I….."

Hearing the hurt in his voice Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she moved to get off of Draco's lap; making Draco feel panicked. He drove her away, she must think he is a monster. Breaking his thoughts and opening his eyes willing his tears not to fall he felt her place her knees on either side of him on the underwater bench.

Hermione's heart was frantically beating in her chest. This man had not only fought for his life in battle, was betrayed by his family, tortured for not following their beliefs, risked his life because of her and continued to go about his life just wanted some normality. He needed to know was more of a hero then she was. He needed to know how much she owed her life to him and how grateful she was for how hard his journey as been. The emotions overwhelming her were binding her heart she could hardly formulate the words to say to him.

She had turned around and straddled his lap pressing her body to his she pressed her lips to his. As soon as he felt her kiss his armed wrapped around her. His hand snaked up to her neck and pressed her farther into him. The kiss grew very hungry as their hands started to explore each other. Both were so desperate to feel the intimacy and understanding. They both had given up their family one to protect them, one in order to survive. They both lost their friends to battle, and the ones that survived were forever changed by battle. They were both desperate for a normal life out of the spot light and to just move on from the trauma.

Bonus points for anyone who an guess what movie inspired this scene

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