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"Don't get me started love

I've had too much to drink

Had too much time to think

So leave me alone."

Cherub- Doses & Mimosas

The pot on my stove boiled in huge bubbles, cooking the pasta inside. I looked into the water, blankly staring as I thought about the dream from my afternoon nap the day before. Work that morning, well, sucked. I couldn't think of anything else besides Draco, who I hadn't seen since he woke me up from the dream. I usually had nightmares that left me after a few moments, but these dreams were beginning to be a nuisance. They haunted me all day, leaving a voice in my head that said, "You can't escape me. You can't hide from me. I live with you." I hated it and loved it all at once.

The water was boiling over and I snapped out of my trance. I hated boiling water. I loved pasta more though so I dealt with it. I turned off the stove and poured the contents of the pot into a strainer. The steam covered my face, dampening it. I thought of Draco and those glasses he wore on occasion, thinking that if he had just strained the pasta, his glasses would have fogged up. The simple human aspect of a Malfoy like fogged up glasses seemed so strange.

My front door opened, and with it, the man that I wanted so desperately to understand but maybe more, to avoid. Godric help me.

Draco came into the kitchen, a pristine grey suit pressed against him. I smiled softly at him, for what reason I didn't know.

"Granger," he said.

"Malfoy."

He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it in large gulps. I gathered my courage, every ounce that I could find. He turned to leave when I blurted out, "Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" My voice was fast, too fast. He must have known. Damn.

Draco turned back to me, finding my eyes. "You don't need to, I just figured…" I faded out.

"I'll get changed. We can eat," he said. He left and walked down the hallway and upstairs. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I wanted his 'friendship' back. Might as well admit it.

I set the table and put out the rest of the food on the table. It was getting brighter as the days continued. The sun came through the sunroof in my kitchen, settling onto the island and the light cabinets. I always loved when winter turned to spring, even though it was taking awhile. I did love the snow though.

Draco came downstairs in khakis and a polo shirt. I wondered when he decided to dress like a muggle, but also realized he was different now. He might not have been so keen on being his past self. Either way, he looked like a man anyone could fall for instantly. But that whole falling for someone was bullshit. Right? Nice try.

He sat at the table, across from me and poured himself a glass of red wine that I had on the table. He handed me the bottle and I poured my own as well.

Immediately, as if he hadn't eaten in a year, Draco dug into the food eating more like Ron might have. It contrasted starkly with his usual habits of eating: proper and more Pureblood etiquette-like. I ate slowly, like I normally did, and we both sat in silence. The sound of forks scraping plates and chewing noises in between was too normal, even for us. So why wouldn't I choose to break that half-silence?

"Malfoy, you realize we've never talked about anything personal before," I said. He looked up at me, still chewing, before swallowing softly.

"And your point? Why would we start now?" He had a knowing smirk on his face, like he knew all I wanted was to find out all of his secrets, to know him.

I wanted to say my point was because he was being a frickin' tease and decided he could kiss me and expect that I would think nothing of it. Well, he was mistaken. My mouth spoke for me saying, "You've been here for a while...I figured we might as well...get to know each other?"

"Is that a question or a request Granger?"

I sighed. "A request."

"Did you have some sort of plan for all of this or did you figure I would spill all of my darkest, most private, and personal secrets to you?" he asked. He was testing me, seeing if I was bold enough so keep going, to demand he talk to me.

"In fact I do have a plan," I said. Draco lifted his eyebrows, seemingly intrigued. With the flick of my wand I cleared the table, everything going away to either the sink or the fridge to be dealt with later. With another flick a bottle of Firewhiskey and two shot glasses landed between me and Draco. "I ask you a question," I started. "You either answer, or you take a shot. Same goes for me. You game?"

I could've sworn that Malfoy's eyebrows reached his hairline when I challenged him to the dangerous game of truth. He smiled widely and leaned back in his seat, ready for the challenge.

"Any question on the table?" he asked.

"Anything." Draco's eyes grew wide. He leaned forward and took the glass from the table into his hands.

"Who asks first?" he asked.

"Guest of the house goes first," I said. "Ask away Malfoy." I tried to contain my nerves and excitement. I could finally ask Draco what I wanted. Anything I wanted. But what would he ask me? Where there things I wouldn't answer?

"We'll start easy," he said. "Who was your first real kiss? Dares don't count and it had to be lips on lips."

I smiled, mostly for the fact that Draco asked about my kissing history. How ironic. "Viktor Krum. During the Yule Ball. Highly unromantic if you ask me."

Draco smirked. "Unromantic?"

"He kissed me for about .5 seconds and then ran away." I smiled at the memory, laughing at how excited I was after such a small gesture.

"Smooth Krum," Draco said. "Real smooth." He pointed at me. "Your turn Granger."

I thought for a moment before asking the same question he had. "First kiss as well."

"Real original Granger." Then he smiled and zoned a little at the memory of his first kiss. "I was in France with my parents in between third and fourth year. They let me walk in a park alone one day. I met a girl and she kissed me on a park bench. I never asked her her name," he recalled. "But I've never seen her since so I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Next question?" Draco asked.

I nodded and prepared myself for his question, still a bit surprised at his answer to the first question. I figured it would have been some pureblood slut in a school closet. Maybe he wasn't like that?

"So, tell me Granger. Biggest turn on. What gets your panties all in a twist?" Draco asked with a smirk. I smiled back, not yet ready to be the first one to drink.

"Dominant," I said.

Draco's eyebrows raised high again. "Elaborate."

"I like guys who take charge and know what they're doing. A little possessive, masculine, and completely passionate." I shrugged. "I don't know. Something about it. Oh! And men who smell good. That's pretty much perfect," I said. Draco shifted in his seat, almost a bit uncomfortable but slightly amused.

"I never knew you had such high qualifications. Figured you'd like to be in charge."

I shrugged again. "Not in the bedroom I guess. At least not all the time anyway." I almost winked at him, stopping myself before I did though.

"My turn," I reminded. He sat straighter. "People you've had sex with. I know you said two but which ones was it?"

Neither of us had shot back any of the whiskey yet. I doubted he would avoid this question either. "Pansy, sixth year. Astoria, on and off but last was about...eight? months ago. Both casual sex, no other involvement. Pansy seemed to think otherwise though."

"You lost your virginity to Pansy?" I asked disgustedly.

"Don't remind me," he said.

I laughed almost hysterically. Sex god my ass. Pansy would get off on a toad. Maybe I should talk to Astoria at some point...Did I just think that?

Draco took me out of my daze. "Next topic, Granger. How often do you masturbate?"

I was shocked that he asked me that. Not just a little shocked, but a lot shocked. My eyes bulged from my head.

"You going to answer?" Draco asked with a smile. I stared him down and squinted my eyes. Finally, I reached for the bottle and poured myself a glass. I brought it up in front of my face and then shot it back, relishing the burning sensation in my throat from the dark liquid. I met Draco's silver eyes again and he was smiling. He knew. Damn him.

I set the glass down, forming my question in my mind. "Have you ever masturbated in my house?" I asked.

Draco reached forward for his glass and poured his full like I had before him. He held up the glass, toasting it to me. He winked and shot it back. I shivered and crossed my arms, pleased that he let that slide. I knew all I needed to.

"My turn. Who has the Gryffindor Princess done the dirty with?" he asked. I scowled at him, hating the nickname I was given on occasion.

"I figured this was coming. I've only had sex with Ron. Last time was before we broke up."

"Now I know why you masturbate," Draco said. I reached across the table and smacked his arm, hating that he was learning my sexual secrets but also loving that I was learning his.

"Just let me ask now," I said, barely annoyed at him and his feigned pain at my slap. "Um….biggest lie you've ever told."

Draco grew quiet. Any emotion from his face disappeared and he looked more like the man at my doorstep than the one I had known all those years before. "It's one of my worst regrets actually," he said silently. I waited for him to speak though it took a while. The mood was different somehow on this question. "I told Pansy that I loved her. It was a complete lie, I never saw her as anything other than the girl my parents wanted me to marry. She fell for me. Hard. I couldn't stand it. To this day it haunts me that I lied about something so powerful as love."

"You feel that strongly about love?"

"Of course. Who doesn't?" he asked. Draco sighed and sat back in his seat. "I'm sorry that was a bit of a downer. So, on another more fun note, favorite fantasy. I think you know what type."

I smiled at him, glad he was changing the topic so something more, in his words, fun. I didn't let him have the answer though. That was between me and my dreams. Shot.

"Alright Malfoy. Weird fetish?"

He laughed and grabbed the bottle. While pouring he said, "If I told you, you'd never wear leather again." He shot back and I couldn't help but think that maybe I would start.

I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol; great plan. The bottle was nearing its end, maybe only enough for two more shots. I drank more than I thought I did.

Draco looked at me, sitting forward on his chair. "Have you ever been in love?"

I thought for a moment. Had I? "Maybe once," I started. "I was younger though. It was a different kind of love." Draco looked like he understood, something I noticed he usually did. "Have you?"

"Not yet," he said immediately. "I think it's time though." He looked into my eyes. Talking to him was so pure and tangible that I could feel the emotion just by looking deep into his stormy eyes.

"Are you happy Draco?" It didn't go past me that I said his first name, nor did he seem not to notice. It had been awhile since I last used it. "With your achievements? Life? Condition you're in? Just everything. Are you happy?"

He smirked a bit and grabbed the whiskey bottle for the last time, pouring both of our glasses to the rim, emptying the bottle. He handed me the glass carefully, our skin touching for only a moment, sparks flying between the touch.

"I think we'd have the same answer there, Granger." Our glasses clinked and we took the shot. The truth was revealed.

Author's Note: AHH I love this one. I know that all of the questions with the exception of like one, haha, were about sexual topics between the two. I know that you probably have questions you want answered so...I plan to do a similar chapter such as this and if you enjoyed it, send some questions over that Draco and Hermione could answer. Can't wait to hear from you!

Oh and in about two chapters prepare for some closer connection between the two. No promises though!