Hermione had only been out of the shower for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. All she'd had time to do before she was interrupted was magically dry her hair and towel dry her body, before applying her body lotion. Grabbing a towel she hadn't used, Hermione wrapped it around her body as she went to answer the door. She knew the only people who knew where she lived was Draco and Blaise, so the person at the door would likely be her lover or his best friend.
When Hermione answered the door she found Draco standing on the other side. Draco opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, but nothing came out as he gawped at Hermione, his eyes travelling up and down her scantily clad body a couple of times.
"Are you going to stand there staring, or are you coming in?" Hermione asked, opening the door so her lover could enter the small flat.
"Do you always answer the door in a towel?" Draco asked as he entered the flat and shut the door behind him.
Hermione shrugged in response. "You're the only person who's ever knocked on the door. Besides, I knew it was either you or Blaise, no-one else knows I'm here."
"You would answer the door to Blaise, looking like that?" Draco questioned, jealously flashing in his grey eyes. "He wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away from you."
"It's not as if he can see anything," Hermione pointed out. The towel was big enough to cover all her assets.
"I bet you can if you bend over," Draco muttered.
"Want to try?" Hermione suggested with a saucy grin.
"It's tempting," Draco replied. "But since I didn't know you would be answering the door in a towel, it's not why I came round."
"Do you want me to go and get dressed so we can talk?" Hermione asked.
It was only just occurring to her that there must be a reason Draco had dropped round to her flat. It had been decided on Friday evening that it was too risky for Draco to be visiting her place, just in case he was seen. Instead they'd planned to meet up at Blaise's place, and the first meeting wasn't scheduled to the upcoming Friday. And since it was only Tuesday that meant Draco wanted to talk about something important.
"You don't need to get dressed. We can still talk like you are," Draco told his lover.
Hermione nodded and after checking if Draco wanted a drink, the couple settled in the front room. As he sat down, Draco looked around the place in curiosity and Hermione wondered if he was judging how small the place was. In the last six months she'd never seen any sign of the judgemental rich kid he'd been back in school, but she knew that her place wasn't ever going to be somewhere fit for a Malfoy. She knew for a fact that some of the rooms at the Manor were bigger than her entire flat.
"I know this place isn't much, but its home," Hermione said, feeling the need to defend her flat.
"Is it?" Draco questioned, curling his nose up. "Because it doesn't look like it. This place looks distinctly like somewhere you spend as little time as possible. There is no trace that this is your home, it merely looks like you use the place for somewhere to sleep."
Hermione didn't bother arguing, as she knew Draco was right. This flat wasn't her home any more than her place in Australia had been home. Her home had been the house she'd grown up in, the house she'd forced her parents to move from in a bid to keep them safe during the war. Even Hogwarts had never felt like home, to her it had just been a school. Granted she'd loved Hogwarts, but it hadn't been home. A home was something she hadn't had in a long time.
"Why doesn't this place feel like your home?" Draco asked his lover. "Where's all of your stuff?"
"What stuff?" Hermione shrugged. "I've unpacked everything I had in Australia. Some of my books are in here, some are in my bedroom along with my clothes, and apart from that I've only got a few little knick-knacks."
"What about all your childhood stuff?" Draco questioned. During the course of their affair, Hermione had told him all about her parents and what she'd done to keep them safe during the war. "I know you told me that you obliviated your parents and ensured they left the country, but you had to have done something with the stuff in your house."
"I packed all my stuff up and took it to The Burrow," Hermione explained. "As for the rest, I also took a pile of pictures and removed myself from everything else in my parents' house. Most of their stuff is with them in Australia."
"And your stuff is still at The Burrow?" Draco checked.
"I doubt it," Hermione snorted. "I'm sure after what happened the Weasleys got rid of my things. Before I went away with Harry and Ron, Molly agreed to store my belongings until I needed them. After what happened I never thought about them, but even if I had done, I don't think I would have gone to The Burrow."
"What about your cat?" Draco asked. "Did you leave him with the Weasleys, because I've never seen him on the couple of occasions I've visited."
"That's where I left Crookshanks," Hermione sighed.
She'd actually remembered about Crookshanks minutes before she boarded the plane to Australia, and for one minute she'd been tempted to turn around and go and get her beloved cat. However between the hassle of getting him into another country, and the fact she just wanted to be as far away as possible, she'd decided to leave him where he was. She was hoping the Weasleys wouldn't take their anger at her out on her cat, but now she was worried about what they may have done to him.
"We'll have to find out what happened to your things, and your cat," Draco said. "Hopefully someone had the decency to keep them safe. We can find out once everything is dealt with regarding Ginny."
"Is that why you're here?" Hermione asked. "Do you have some information about Ginny?"
"Yeah," Draco nodded. "I spoke to the investigator today, and he's given me everything I needed to know. I've got a copy of her medical records in the safe at work."
"She wasn't pregnant, was she?"
"No." Draco shook his head sadly. He still couldn't believe that Ginny had let him grieve for a child that had never even existed. "She's been on a contraceptive injection since she was seventeen. Throughout seventh year Madam Pomfrey gave her the injection every month, and since then she's been going to a private healer. She got a jab just before our wedding, and she only stopped having the injection last month."
"Why has she stopped getting the injection?" Hermione questioned, before her eyes widened in realisation and she looked at Draco in horror. "You're trying for another baby."
"Ginny's being trying to persuade me to try for a baby, but I've been refusing," Draco corrected his lover. He didn't want Hermione getting the wrong end of the stick and thinking he'd been happy with Ginny and planned on staying with her. "I think she knows she's losing me, and she knows a baby will keep us together."
"If she hasn't been taking her injection, what if she's pregnant?" Hermione asked quietly. "Even with all her lies, you can't abandon your child."
"If she's pregnant, then the baby's not mine," Draco said. "We haven't slept together for months, and the few times we have been together, I've been really careful with the contraceptive charm."
"I don't need to know about your sex life with Ginny," Hermione grimaced.
Draco chuckled at the disgusted look on Hermione's face, it perfectly mirrored what he thought about having to sleep with Ginny. Since his affair with Hermione started, Draco could count on one had the amount of times he hadn't been able to avoid his wife's advances and had ended up in bed with her. And while he'd always thought sex with Ginny was rather dull, after being with Hermione it was even more tedious.
"So now you know Ginny tricked you into marriage, what are you going to do?" Hermione asked, eager to change the subject away from Draco's sex life with his wife.
"This needs to be handled carefully," Draco said. "I want everything sorted before I confront her, and that's going to take some time."
"That's fine, I'm not going anywhere," Hermione replied.
"Actually, I was hoping you might move in with Blaise," Draco said warily as he wasn't sure how Hermione would feel about him trying to make arrangements for her life.
"Why would I want to move in with Blaise?" Hermione asked with a confused frown.
"It might take a few weeks to get things with Ginny sorted, and it would be easier if you were with Blaise. I can always tell Ginny I'm at Blaise's, and no-one will get suspicious of me coming and going from his place. However if I'm seen coming here, it could ruin everything," Draco explained.
Hermione nodded, seeing the logic in Draco's suggestion. If she was with Blaise then she could hopefully see Draco a lot more often. Plus it would be much easier to discuss the future. As well as Draco dealing with leaving Ginny, he'd also made it clear that they were going to find a way to expose her for the lies she'd told to wreck Hermione's life. All that would be easier to sort if they could see each other regularly.
"Have you spoke to Blaise about this?" Hermione questioned. She didn't want to agree to move in with Blaise, only to discover he knew nothing about the plan.
"Of course," Draco nodded. "I spoke to him this afternoon, and he's happy for you to stay in the spare room until we know what's going on. He was getting ready to head off on a business trip when I was speaking to him, but he said he can call round on Friday afternoon and help you move your stuff. I can then come round on Friday evening and we can talk about what happens next."
"That sounds like a plan," Hermione said. "I can be all packed up by Friday."
"Now that's all sorted, how about we find out just how exposed you are in that towel," Draco suggested with a wicked smirk.
"Do you have time, or are you going to rush out on me?" Hermione questioned.
"I've got a few hours," Draco replied. "I sent an owl to Ginny saying I was going to be held up at work, so as long as I'm not too late it'll be fine."
"Then we best make the most of the time we do have," Hermione said as she stood up and held her hand out to Draco.
Draco took hold of Hermione's hand as he stood up and let her lead him towards the bedroom. The bedroom showed a bit more of Hermione's personality, and as well as more shelves full of books there were little trinkets dotted about the room. Draco spotted several glass animals and made a note to ask about them, if they were something Hermione collected he was sure he could add a few more to her collection.
"I think you're a little overdressed," Hermione said, drawing Draco's attention back towards her.
"I can easily remedy that," Draco grinned.
Throwing off his jacket, he kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off. He then quickly shed his shirt and trousers, but when he reached for his boxers, Hermione stopped him.
"Allow me," She said, kneeling in front of him and licking her lips.
Teasingly, Hermione hooked her fingers in the waistband of Draco's black boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs. Leaving the material around Draco's ankles, Hermione turned her attention to the newly exposed part of her lover. Her teasing had created the beginning of an erection, but she knew it wouldn't take much to ensure her lover was ready for action.
"Sit on the bed," She ordered, looking up at Draco.
Draco hurriedly stepped out of his boxers and moved the few paces backward so he was standing beside the bed. Sitting down, he watched as Hermione stood up and casually flicked open her towel. As the fluffy white towel floated down to the floor, Draco's eyes were drinking in his lover's body. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen Hermione naked, the sight always got an instant rise out of him.
"That's much better," Hermione grinned at the sight of Draco's rapidly hardening member.
"Are you going to stand there admiring the view, or are you going to do something?" Draco asked.
"I'm going to do something," Hermione smirked as she stalked towards Draco and dropped to her knees in front of him. "All you have to do is sit back and enjoy."
"I always do," Draco grinned, emitting a low moan as Hermione wrapped her hand around his erection.
Draco's moans soon grew louder as Hermione's mouth joined in the teasing of her lover. Placing a hand on top of Hermione's head, Draco wrapped his fingers in her curls as he gently encouraged her movements. Hermione let out a contented hum as she felt Draco's hand tangle in her hair. Between the sounds he made and his encouraging hand, she always knew exactly what turned him on and what he liked.
With Draco's hand guiding her movements, Hermione continued to pleasure her lover. As the frequency of Draco's moans grew, he disentangled his hand from Hermione's hair and panted out a warning. Instead of being deterred by the warning, Hermione carried on with her actions until Draco cried out her name as his orgasm gripped him.
While Draco collapsed back onto the bed, Hermione cleaned herself up before climbing onto the bed and settling herself against the pillows. After a few moments, Draco stirred and hauled himself up so he was lying next to her.
"That was great," He grinned. "But you'll have to give me time to recover."
"I'm sure we can find some way to fill the time," Hermione retorted, smiling as Draco's hands trailed across her firm stomach.
"I'm sure we can," Draco agreed as he leant over and attached his lips to Hermione's.
As they were kissing, one of Draco's hands moved up to caress her breasts while the other darted lower, venturing between her legs. Hermione moaned into the kiss and her body arched upwards as Draco's fingers slid through her wet folds, deliberately keeping away from where she ached for his touch.
"You're such a tease," Hermione whimpered as Draco began kissing and sucking at her pulse point.
Draco merely chuckled in response as he continued his slow and steady teasing of Hermione. By the time he kissed and caressed his way down Hermione's body, Hermione was practically panting with need. When Draco's tongue flicked across her drenched womanhood, Hermione practically screamed with pleasure. Burying her hands in his soft hair, she urged him on as he set about bringing her pleasure. When her orgasm finally hit, Hermione arched off the bed and her loud scream would have alerted all her neighbours what was going on had the flat not been magically soundproofed.
Two rounds of oral sex was more than enough to have both Draco and Hermione ready for more. No sooner had she recovered than Hermione brutally connected her lips to Draco's and rubbed herself up against him. They both knew that what would follow would be fast and furious, so neither had any complaints when Draco roughly thrust into Hermione. Setting a rhythm took a few thrusts, before the couple were clawing at each other as their bodies moved in perfect harmony together. The pair were in such perfect harmony that they came almost simultaneously, before collapsing onto the bed wrapped together.
For a while they remained on the bed, before they disentangled themselves so they could head for a shower. Of course showering together led to more sex, but at least they could get washed again and by the time they emerged from the bathroom all traces of their encounter had been erased. After a lingering goodbye, Draco headed off home while Hermione started to think about packing up her life once again. Only this time she was hopefully heading into something worthwhile, maybe with Draco she could find the home she'd been missing for so long.