When Hermione finally rose from her slumber, her fatigued mind forgetful of what had occurred merely hours ago, it was two o'clock. She yawned, stretching her arms upwards as she sat up, the blanket sliding down her naked chest.

Naked?!

Almost immediately she was snapped out of her disorientated state. Panicking, she lifted the blanket, finding that, lo and behold, she really was nude! And with that realisation did the memories come flooding, memories of her kissing him, her disrobing before him, her clawing at his back as he thrust into her, his movement bringing on an onslaught of pleasure.

Fuck. She thought.

FUCK! Her inner voice yelled.

How could she have allowed herself to slip in such a manner? Had she been drugged, perhaps confunded, or even become victims to the notorious imperius curse? Yes, it could've been one of the three possibilities. There was no way in hell that she did what she did willingly.

She honestly wished that the aforementioned possibilities were true, but alas, they weren't. She allowed herself to fall prey to Draco's charm, the same charm that had ensnared so many women in its grasp.

She quickly dressed, and stealthily made her way to her bedroom where she would shower and scrub every remnant of her physical activity with Draco away.

As she made the walk of shame back to her own living quarters, Draco sat in his study, hardly able to focus on the work spewn haphazardly across his desk. He had to, time and time again, vanish the impure thoughts that filled his mind, the images like flesh memory that clung to him with a vice-like grip.

As he tried to work, he envisioned her soft skin, her bare body, taunt and petite, and glorious in its magnificence, pressed against his body. He could see her face contorted in pleasure, intensity burning between them as they fucked.

He ran his fingers through his hair, the tenting in his pants returning. You drive me wild, Granger. He thought savagely.

Suddenly the door opened, and Blaise entered, a bottle of whiskey levitating behind him along with two empty glasses.

"Since Scorpius is napping I decided that now would be a nice time to have a drink." He said, taking a seat across from Draco.

"I can't drink now Blaise, I have to work." Draco sighed. Blaise set the bottle and two glasses on the table anyway. "It's fine, I get it," He said solemnly. "I mean you can't finish much of you're work when you're too busy fucking." The last part hadn't slipped past Draco's ears, despite being muttered. Draco did a double take, staring at Blaise as if the man had grown a second head as his face turned a comical shade of red. "H-How the fuck— I-I mean, what are you taking about?" He spluttered, trying to regain his cool composure, but he was sure that he was positively fucked; nothing slipped past Blaise.

Blaise smirk. "Oh don't act like a fool. I could practically hear you guys. And by the way it sounded, you were giving it to her pretty good eh?"

"Blaise, please don't." He groaned, facepalming. He found great discomfort in conversing about his sexual conquests. The FACT that this time one of his sexual conquests was with Hermione made it a million times worse.

"You might want to work on making the rest of the manor sound proof if things are going to be that way from now on." Blaise suggested.

"Look Blaise, what happened between me and Hermione was… meaningless. It meant nothing. And honestly it was a fucking mistake." What a big fucking lie.

Blaise raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "Is that so? So you're saying that you feel nothing for Hermione? Will you say that after yesterday's literal confession?"

Draco felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The sex may or may not have just cemented his feelings towards Hermione, ensuring that they remained fixated within him.

This feels like Astoria all over again.

It was approaching evening when Draco went to Scorpius' room, where he was certain Hermione would be.

The laugher and mirthful sounds from behind the door was a staunch enforcer of his suspicions. He knocked. The laughter ceased. "Who is it?" He could still sense the laughter in her voice.

"Draco." He hesitantly answered.

"Daddy?" Scorpius asked. He heard Hermione heave a sigh. It was a while before the door opened, revealing Hermione, whose face was smeared with different paint colours. She had her hair up in a messy bun, and she wore a pair of jeans now stained and a tank top. The neckline was low enough to reveal her cleavage. Draco fought hard for his eyes not to stray in that direction.

"What do you want?" She scowled. Scorpius pushed past Hermione, and ran up to his father, who caught him in an embrace. "Daddy!"

"Hey Scorp, are you having fun with Hermione?" He asked, as he ruffled the blonde boy's hair.

"We're having lots of fun! She let me paint today, I'll show you what I painted."

Draco gave the boy a tight smile. "That'll be nice. Hey Scorp, you don't mind if I speak to Hermione for a moment do you?"

Scorpius's lips curled into a frown. "Are you mad at her for letting me paint?"

"No pet, not at all. It's just… adult stuff." 'Adult stuff' is right. Scorpius shook his head in acceptance. He dashed into the room, grabbing the canvas he had painted on, and rushed out with it, shouting about showing it to Blaise.

Once Draco was sure that Scorpius was at the appropriate distance, he walked into the room, Hermione following after.

"What do you want?" She spat, crossing her arms.

"We need to talk." Draco said, at which she scoffed. "We have nothing to talk about."

"You may think that but there is so much that we need to discuss. Like about what happened between you and me this morning, and how we'll proceed from there."

"Look Draco, what happened between us was a stupid mistake. It wasn't meant to be."

"Is that so?" He asked, pursuing her. "Do you really feel like that?" His voice was soft, like cotton, the low baritone of his voice sending chills over her skin. Of course she didn't feel that way—at all. In fact she felt so much that she felt that she wasn't verbose enough to voice her feelings.

But out of sheer stubbornness she wouldn't attempt to.

"Yes, Draco." She breathed. "I don't feel anything for stupid, pretty boys who think they can play with women. You make me sick."

"You know, I thought you would say that," He rummaged through his pocket, before he pulled out a vial of a clear substance that Hermione instantly identified as veritaserum. "That's why I have my little friend to help me out." He pulled the cork, and downed the entire vial's contents, almost immediately hit with an urge for honesty.

Hermione scowled. "That could be water for all I know."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Okay. I'm Draco Lucius Malfoy, heir to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. My son's name is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and he is the best thing that has ever happened to me." He confessed.

Hermione stared at him , in disbelief at what he had done. She decided that she would test him, just to see if he had really consumed the potion. "Do you think you deserved that punch in third year?"

His face contorted into a look of regret before he answered. "Yes. I deserved it completely. I was a self centred little shit."

"Did you feel resentful because of the fact that Harry didn't accept your handshake?"

"Yes, that's why I treated him like shit for the entirety of our schooling years. But even though I've grown out of my petty stage, I'll never stop despising the tosser, especially after the things he's put you through." He answered truthfully.

Now, it was time for her to ask the most crucial of questions. "Is everything that Celeste said true?"

"Not entirely. Most of it is untrue. The truth is, most of Scorpius' tutors had seduced me, and since I was a weak willed man, I fell prey to their advances. I fired most of them because it was apparent they didn't have my son's best interest at heart."

"Do you feel something for Celeste?" She said, her voice a few octaves smaller.

Draco shook his head vehemently. "Definitely not. She's a horrid woman that I do not wish to be involved with ever again."

Finally, the last question that would determine the fate of their relationship. "What…" She gulped. "What do you feel for me?"

"Oh Merlin… that's a hard one to answer." He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. His palms perspired and his stomach did multiple somersaults. Even on veritaserum, confessing his feelings felt hard. "I can't exactly identify my feelings towards you. No, actually I can, I guess I'm a bit scared of becoming attached to you because… I'm scared that you'll be taken away from me like Astoria was. Astoria was my everything, and you're starting to become my everything as well." Dracp stared at Hermione with baited breath, feeling like a stupid teenage boy with a crush as he awaited her reaction to his confession.

Hermione stared back at him, her eyes penetrating his with her gaze. Then, without warning, she marched towards him, cupping his face, before she pressed her lips against his. Draco melted into the kiss, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her forward into him. He hummed against her lips, as the kiss grew in intensity, their tongues eventually meeting. An amorous feeling congregated in his loins but he knew better than to entertain it at that moment.

She broke the kiss, much to his dismay, before things could escalate once again.

"What was that for?" He whispered, his breath fanning her face. She bit her lip, her cheeks a flushed pink colour. "It's my way of telling you that I feel the same way."