Chapter 42

That Night, at Hermione's flat

Granger kissed Draco almost as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, and he gratefully sunk into that kiss. It had been a very very long day. He was glad that the night before hadn't changed things between them. Because he wasn't done with her yet.

Her hands slipped around his shoulders almost tenderly as she nipped his lower lip. Hermione Granger is an exceptional kisser, he thought as his knees almost went weak.

She was swaying, their bodies slowly dancing over toward the couch.

Their lips broke apart as they fell into the soft surface.

"I've always wanted to do that," Granger said, slightly breathless.

He was dazed. "Do what?"

"Just grab someone and kiss them." She replied. "Like in the movies."

"In the what?"

"It's like a story."

"Well here I am," he kissed her neck and then nipped it, "Ready to fulfill all your fantasies. I'll do 'in the movies' but you may have to explain it to me first."

She giggled, and the feminine sound sent a lightning bolt of sensation right to his growing erection.

"Really?" She ventured, settling on top of him.

Draco spread his hands around her small waist, "What's the point of secret sex with me if it's not fulfilling your fantasies?"

Her eyes slid away from his, " I guess you're right."

"Don't be embarrassed," he grinned.

"You won't tell anyone?" Her voice had slid into nervousness and her cheeks turned pink.

"You don't trust me?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes, "About as far as I can throw you."

"I mean I understand why." He leveled.

She looked away, "I'm sorry."

"Granger I am so hurt, so tragically heartbroken, that you would not trust me. Please remove your magnificent body from my person at once!" He grinned, "It's fine. I get it, no need to apologize."

"Well maybe we can ease into it?" She offered.

He smirked, "Want me at your mercy, eh Granger?"

She smirked back, "Sometimes."

He raised his hands in surrender, "Then go for it."

She looked away for a moment, playing with the button on his oxford, "Did you have a good day at work, Mr. Malfoy? You seem tired."

Draco had to fight to keep his face from registering surprise, "I am, it was a long day."

She smiled, "Then why don't you just lie back and I'll help you rest."

She ran her hands along his chest as he kicked off his shoes.

"You going to take care of me?" He asked quietly.

She smiled widely, "Of course Mr. Malfoy."

She kissed him then, and a noise slipped past his lips unbidden as she shredded his shirt thoughtlessly.

"Wait am I your boss or your...roommate?" He asked, stroking a hand closer and closer to her breast. He's almost said husband but that would obviously kill the fantasy.

"You're just a fantasy," she answered quietly with a sigh.

"I can be a fantasy," he offered, whispering into her ear.

She sighed, her hands trembling on the waistband to his trousers, "I can't deal with reality right now."

He hesitated.

Sometimes, Draco had the sneaking suspicion that there was something sad embedded under the things she said. He'd only noticed after thinking all night. It was in her hesitations, something like anticipation and resignation mixed in one

He heard it now, and some little knot of anger in his stomach tightened. He ignored it

A question came to the tip of his tongue: why are you doing this with me? But he swallowed it.

"Reality is overrated," He responded.