The Last Time
Hermione danced on her toes as her hand hovered in a fist inches away from the heavy door. She shouldn't be here and especially not on Christmas Eve of all nights. She stared at the dark door.
No wreath. Of course not, that wasn't his style.
She took a large breath and brought her knuckles sharply against the gleaming wood twice. Hermione glanced around quickly, making sure that no one noticed she was here; if need be, she could excuse it away on Ministry business, but there had already been too many excuses in the past. She bit her lip and lifted herself onto the balls of her feet before rocking back anxiously. She was glad she was still in her flats instead of the heels in her bag.
Her heart was in her throat and she was about to turn away when the dark door opened.
He stood there, one hand on the door, holding it open and his grey eyes widened only slightly, the only change in his expression at the sight of her. He took a moment, holding her in his hazy gaze before indolently leaning against the doorway and shoved his hands in the pockets of his black trousers.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" His voice was low and strong.
Hermione's stomach did several backflips and landed shakily somewhere it shouldn't have. "I…" She knew the answer, he knew the answer too. He just wanted her to say it.
"Let me guess," He sneered. "Weasley got you a shit gift and you decided to get yourself a little something instead."
Hermione blushed as he raised one perfectly blond eyebrow and chewed on the inside of his lip, watching her reaction.
"Ron hasn't given me his gift yet," Hermione breathed out. That's why she was here, after all.
Draco chuckled and shook his head slightly before lifting his eyes back to hers. "You know I hate repeating myself," He said in that low voice again. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione swallowed dryly and it took all of her Gryffindor courage to hold his smoldering gaze. "You know why I'm here." Draco surveyed her carefully, but Hermione was able to catch the blacks of his eyes expanded into the silver lining around them. "Can I come in?"
"No."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat and something inside her, maybe her spine, fell down.
"No?"
Draco shook his head. "You can't keep coming back here. You can't keep doing this to me."
"I know," Hermione said quickly. "I know, it's just…"
"Just what?" He prompted after a moment of silence.
Hermione looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak, but the words failed to come out.
"Fuck," Draco hissed and his shoulders tensed. "Close that fucking mouth before I put it to use, Granger."
Heat flared in Hermione and she sucked in a quick breath before doing just what he said and closed her mouth, pinching her lips together tightly. He was staring at her lips, pupils blown out as his chest rose and fell quickly.
Hermione pushed her luck. "Are you sure I can't come in?"
Draco's eyes cut up to hers and she felt like she could fall into their darkness with how large his pupils were.
"You'll come in only far enough for me to close the door. Then you'll get on your knees. Understood?" He pulled his hands from his pockets and stood up straight, towering over her.
Hermione quickly nodded her head.
Draco stepped back into his flat. And Hermione followed him.
The door slammed behind her.
"That's far enough."
Hermione licked her lips and sunk down to her knees. The rug was thick and plush under her and for a moment she wondered how much a rug this luxurious cost.
"So," Draco's voice sounded from behind her and she heard his heavy footsteps as he began to circle her. "You came crawling back. After all your protestations that 'this is the last time, Draco' and 'we can't keep doing this, it's wrong'." He stopped in front of her. "Liar."
Hermione looked up at him. "This is the last time, Draco."
He smirked. "Sure."
She almost told him right then. He had a right to know. Not much of one, but still, after everything they had been through, he had a right to the truth. But his playful smirk and silver eyes convinced her to wait, just a little bit longer. It was wrong, but it was the last time.
And this time she meant it.
Draco's hand moved over her head, brushing her thick curls away from her face. He trailed his fingers down her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips, pulling the bottom one down a little and letting it jump back into place.
"I've missed these lips," He said in a hoarse voice. "This mouth."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She had missed him too. Missed his hands on her, his lips against hers, his body bearing down on her…
"Well, you're here," Draco commented in a falsely bored tone and raised one eyebrow. "Don't make me regret letting you back in."
Hermione placed her hands on his thighs and ran them up over the soft fabric of his trousers. She heard him release a deep sigh as she undid his belt and pulled at the front of his trousers before bringing them down off of him.
She was about to bring her head to his groin when he took a fist full of her hair and pulled it back. Hermione gasped in pain and found herself staring right into Draco's storm grey eyes. "You don't get to show up here after months and just take what you want," He sneered at her. "Beg me."
"Draco-"
"You come here," Draco twisted his fist and Hermione winced. "With your little attitude and expect me to just, what? Play stud for you? Just because Weasley can't fuck you like you need to be fucked doesn't mean that-"
"Don't bring him into this." Hermione said firmly.
"Why not? We both know he can't satisfy you. Not like me. No one can fuck you like I do. That's why you keep coming back."
Hermione burned with indignation and arousal. It didn't matter if he was right, Draco should not speak about her relationship with Ron. She didn't want to think about that right now anyways. If she did, she might back out. Who was she kidding? She was on her knees in Draco Malfoy's foyer and would already have been sucking his dick if he hadn't stopped her. She wasn't backing out of anything.
"And since you want it so bad," He continued. "Beg me for it. You know you want to."
Hermione could fight with herself all she wanted, but they both knew he was right. She had already caved, coming here tonight, and she knew exactly what to say to make him cave in right along with her.
"Please," She breathed out. "Please, Draco, I want you. I want to please you." His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared deeply into her cinnamon brown eyes, listening to her say the words she knew he longed to hear. "I'm begging you, let me please you."
He straightened up and shoved her towards his groin. Hermione caught herself against his legs and then ran her nose along his long, thick shaft making his hiss before she reached the tip and gently wrapped her lips around it.
"Oh fuck," He whispered and closed his eyes.
Hermione knew precisely how to suck him, where to lick him, and how to please him. She had been in this position enough times to memorize every inch of him. Her tongue traced the vein that ran the length of him and felt him move his hips along with her. She did her best not to smile.
"God, you're such a good little whore," He groaned. "Sucking me so well," He said through a heavy breath, looking down at her from hooded eyes.
Hermione let her lips encircle him as she hollowed her cheeks, pulling her mouth back so suck at the tip.
"Put it all in," He growled. Hermione continued to only suck on the tip, flicking her tongue over the sensitive spot underneath. "Don't make me repeat myself." She caught his eye and his hand clutched a fistful of her hair again. "Fucking take it all or I'll force it down your throat."
Hermione slid her mouth down another inch and did her best to look up at him innocently, or as innocently as she could with his cock in her mouth.
"Now." He growled and pulled on her hair as a last warning. "Fuck," Draco gritted his teeth. "Good girl, Granger," He panted as Hermione did her best to let him slide down her throat. "Oh you're such a good girl."
She had always loved receiving praise for a job well done; professors awarding points, perfect scores written large on the tops of exams, and encouraging smiles from her friends and housemates had sustained her until the first time Draco had called her a 'good girl'. She had melted into a puddle and wasn't sure if she would ever completely come back from it.
"Stop," He groaned.
Hermione wanted to keep going. She loved watching his face as she took him in her mouth and it turned her on like nothing else. She pulled his cock back and forth between her lips.
"Stop. You'll make me come like that and I'm not done with you quite yet."
He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back off of him, sitting her back on her heels and took a few calming breaths. Hermione reached up and ran a finger over the vein on his cock, teasing him. Draco grabbed her cheeks in one hand, forcing her face up towards him.
"Do you know how many times I thought about this? You showing back up at my door?" His grey eyes bore down into her. "You think I'm going to let this be over in ten minutes? You think I'm going to let you make me come from a fucking blowjob?" He gave a derisive laugh. "Oh no, Granger. Not even close."
Hermione shivered in anticipation. Her whole body felt electrified and her lower stomach was clenching pleasurably, making heat radiate between her legs.
"What did you do?" She asked. "When you thought about me?"
Draco took a moment before answering.
"I fucking ruined you."
A small pang of guilt rang through her, displacing the desire soaking through her. Before Draco, Hermione would never have even thought about cheating in a relationship, even less so with someone she cared about as much as Ron. Ron was good for her, he cared about her and she was… happy with him. But he wasn't Draco.
"You already have." She breathed out.
Draco blinked and she watched something dark pass behind his silver eyes. Something she had seen before. He had asked her, only once, to leave Ron for him. Pulling her under him and pressed her into his fine bed as the shadows hung heavily in the dark room.
"Leave him."
"What?"
He ran his nose along hers. "Leave him. Be with me."
"Draco…"
"Be mine, Hermione. Give yourself to me and you'll never want for anything again."
His lips brushed over her neck and he gently kissed it, leaving flares of scorched skin in his wake.
"I… I can't."
Even in the dark room she had seen the hurt flash in his eyes.
He had never asked again.
But she hadn't stopped coming back. Not until six months ago when a rumor started that Hermione was seen entering and leaving Draco's flat at strange hours. Ron had been furious, demanding an explanation. She had almost told him then, but although his mouth asked for the truth, his eyes had begged her to lie to him.
She swore it was just work related; that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was working on a special project with the Unmentionables in the Department of Mysteries and that's why she had to keep it all under wraps and meet him in him at home instead of in the office. Ron had begrudgingly accepted her answer but told her he never wanted her to visit Draco's flat again.
The next day she told Draco it was over. He scoffed, but had stopped laughing when she stuck to her word for the first time.
But today that had all changed and she was back here, in Draco's flat alone with him, on Christmas Eve.
"Get on your back." Draco's curt voice but into her thoughts and Hermione stared up at him. "Spread your legs."
Hermione leaned back on her elbows on the plush carpet and slowly separated her bent knees.
Draco pulled his shirt from his shoulders and kicked his pants off the rest of the way before sitting on his knees in front of her, slowly stroking his cock. She loved his body. More of a work of art than a human, his pale skin was flawless, all except for the faded mark on his left arm. His chest was carved with muscles, but still lean. His shoulders sloped deliciously into long arms that she knew could wrap around her and pulled her against him in a second. Her eyes traveled down his frame and over his etched abs to where he was playing with himself.
"You haven't had a proper fucking since the last time you were here, have you?" He smirked at her. "I can tell. You're flushed with excitement and I bet…" He pushed her legs open a little farther. "Yeah, you've soaked through your knickers, you filthy little slut."
Hermione blushed furiously. Why was it that no one got her going like Draco did? She and Ron had dated after the war then broke up for a while when things got hard. They had both been young and didn't really know how to deal with the heavier parts of a relationship and argued way too much. Ron had been her first, but after a drunken night out had found her stumbling through the door to Draco Malfoy's flat and his breathy voice telling her what a good girl she was and Hermione couldn't get enough of him.
She had dated other men, nothing too serious though. When she would leave her dates at the end of the night and apparate onto his doorstep, Draco always greeted her with a smirk and a slap on the ass, telling her she was wasting her time with any other man.
When she and Ron started seeing each other again, Hermione had told Draco that it was over. That she wanted to give them a real shot. Draco snorted and rolled his eyes and he had been right when he told her she'd be back. She felt horrible about it, but she couldn't stop. But after tonight, she would have to.
A year ago she told him again that it was the last time. He jokingly threatened to tie her to his bed and leave her there. Hermione said she was serious, serious about Ron and their relationship. She told Draco she thought they had a future together, that she loved Ron.
He had thrown her out and told her never to come back. Hermione cried for two days, sick with shame and remorse. On the third, Draco showed up in her office and fucked her over the desk. Right when she reached her orgasm, be bent low over her and whispered in her ear, "Tell me how much you love him now, with my cock in your pussy, tell me he's the one for you."
And for the first time Hermione realized how annoying it was for someone else to be right all the time.
"You like watching me?" Draco grinned wolfishly at her and Hermione bit her lip, nodding. "You like seeing how hard you make me?"
"Yes," She whispered.
"Take off your knickers."
Hermione obeyed, sliding them down past her knees and over her ankles.
"Keep your legs spread open for me while you take off your clothes."
Hermione pulled her skirt down quickly and leaned back, watching Draco's face dark with desire as he stared down in between her legs.
She unbuttoned her blouse and almost had it off when his finger slid against her. She moaned softly, leaning back on her elbows as he flicked it over her clit a few times.
"You're dripping, Granger. You're so wet for me… So ready for me."
"I am," Hermione admitted and his grey eyes cut up to hers. "I always want you."
He pinched her clit and Hermione yelped. "I didn't tell you to stop." He cocked his head and glanced down to her still half on shirt and bra.
"Yes, sir," Hermione bit her lip against her smile and was rewarded with his finger sliding inside her. Hermione fell back and closed her eyes with an audible breath.
"You want this?"
"Yes," She moaned.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir." Hermione arched her back off of the floor and unclasped her bra.
Draco added another finger and Hermione bit back a loud moan. "But do you deserve it?" He mused. "You show up here, after months of denying me what is mine. Maybe I should just let you finish blowing me and then shove you out the door again. Only good girls deserve to come. Are you a good girl, Granger?"
Hermione was going mad. He was pumping his fingers slowly in her, teasing her with his touch. "Yes, sir," She finally managed.
"Are you going to be my good little girl tonight? Going to do exactly what I tell you?"
"I'll do whatever you say. Anything. Just make me come, Draco, please." Hermione gulped as she felt the heat pool below her navel. She needed this release. Needed it so bad she couldn't even see straight right now.
"Hmmm, let me think about it." Draco withdrew his fingers right as Hermione reached the edge and she cried out with disappointment.
"Please!" She lifted her head up. "Please, Draco, oh God, it's been so long. I need you. I need you to fuck me. Only you can fuck me, only you can make me come. Please, please… I need you. I need you right now-"
Draco was on her in an instant. His warm breath moved over her lips, one arm against the floor, holding him a few inches over her, the other hand on her hip, fingers digging in hard enough she knew she would have to cast a glamour charm to hide the bruises. His hard dick rested against her skin and Hermione ground her hips up, trying to entice him.
"Fuck," He swallowed. "You've already got me leaking precum, Granger, you want to make me come on you? Then behave."
Hermione stilled and gazed up at him with large eyes. "I'll be good."
"I know you will, darling," Draco pushed her hip and positioned himself in between her legs. "You're always so good!" He groaned as he thrust himself inside her.
Hermione grabbed onto his arms as she felt him enter her. Her breath left her with a gasp and she tried to catch it back, but Draco was already pounding himself into her and she didn't have room for anything in her but him.
"Shit," Draco grunted. "Shit, you're so fucking tight. Goddamn!"
Hermione's body absorbed his movement and she clutched onto him desperately. Draco buried his face in her neck and placed one hand on top of her head, keeping her firmly under him as he pushed himself in her at a starling pace.
Quick breaths followed by loud cries were all Hermione could muster. Six months. Six months without this bliss and it was every inch as perfect as she remembered it.
"Draco, please," She begged, knowing it drove him crazy. "Please fuck me."
He moaned into her hair and slid himself all the way in her. Hermione's nails dug into his skin and she dragged them down his back. Draco hissed, but didn't stop.
"Do it again," He said in a hoarse voice. "Fucking tear me open, Hermione."
He called her many things; Granger, good girl, whore, slut, baby, darling and once even love, but nothing was equivalent to hearing her given name come out of his mouth.
He pushed himself deep into her and Hermione pulled her nails down his back again, making his head jerk back as he stifled a painful and pleasurable groan. She felt warmth on her fingertips and knew she had broken the skin.
His eyes were black pools lined with thin silver as he gazed down at her. "What are you doing to me, Granger?" He looked wild, feral, and honest.
Hermione threaded her fingers into his silky blond hair and pulled her mouth down to hers, opening her lips and taking him into her mouth as he plunged himself back inside her.
God, she had missed kissing him. His tongue snaked into her mouth, licking hers, sliding over it and under it, pulling it back into his mouth with his own. She moaned into him, giving herself over to the pleasure he was providing.
Her body tensed and she pulled her thighs up a little higher around him as she clenched him deep inside her.
"Don't come." Draco snapped. "Not until I tell you to."
Hermione's eyes flew open, but it had been so long and the fuse inside her was lit.
"Don't you dare fucking- Granger!"
Hermione's head fell back as her body exploded underneath him. Her heart pounded in her chest and she was surprised it didn't break through her rib cage. Waves of bliss and heat and pure pleasure passed through her until her eyes rolled back and everything that wasn't Draco was blocked out for a few moments.
He pulled himself from her and she blearily opened her eyes under heavy lids to see him panting and shaking over her.
"Merlin fuck, Granger, I fucking told you not to…" He stopped talking as his eyes landed on hers. Her body gave a few more tremors and Draco watched her carefully as she came back down to earth, back to his flat, back to the rug, back underneath him. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face in a surprisingly tender movement.
"You're going to pay for that, you know that," He said in his low voice while grinning down at her.
"Punish me," Hermione breathed out and bit her lip.
"Fucking hell…" Draco said weakly and Hermione smiled up at him. He crashed his lips back on her with an urgency that threatened to engulf her. When he pulled back, he growled, "Turn over. You want to act like a slut? Then I'll fuck you like one."
Draco didn't give her a chance to follow his command; instead he flipped her over under him and reached down to smack her ass roughly. Hermione cried out against the sting.
"Scream for me, baby," Draco's breath was warm on her neck and his voice deep in her ear. "Let everyone know who that pussy belongs to."
He smacked her ass again and then placed a leg on either side of her while pulling her thighs apart, just far enough to fit himself back inside.
Hermione cried out as he filled her again and Draco groaned deeply as he lowered himself onto her, leaning on one forearm and wrapping the other around her upper chest, pulling her back against him.
"Who's pussy is this?" He fucked her. "Who does this pussy belong to?" He fucked her again.
"You!" Hermione cried passionately. "It's yours, Draco!"
"Damn right it is. And I'm the only one who can fuck it how it needs to be fucked. Isn't that right? Huh? Say it. SAY IT!"
"You're…" Hermione was gasping for breath. He was stretching her to her limit and diving so deep in her that she knew she wouldn't be able to walk properly after this. So much for heels tonight. "You're the only one, Draco-"
His arm came up to rest against her throat, hard enough to place pressure there, but controlled enough not to hurt her. This. This is what she loved. What she needed. She tightened around him again.
"If you fucking come without permission again," Draco growled. "I'll tie you down and tease that little whore of a pussy you have until you're crying. Do you understand?"
Hermione fought her body for control and did her best to nod.
"Fucking answer me!"
"Yes sir!" She gasped and Draco tightened his hold on her.
"Good girl," He crooned in her ear. Hermione moaned and almost lost control, almost let herself slip into that beautiful feeling he so easily gave her. "Because your pussy belongs to me," He explained. "And you can only come when I make you and when I say so."
Draco delved into her and Hermione whimpered, gasped, and panted, trying anything she could to stop her body's natural reaction to the intense euphoria building inside her. His thrusts became rougher, wilder, and his arm tightened against her throat, only allowing short, shallow breaths to pass through which only made her even more lightheaded than she already was.
"Don't leave me," Draco's lips were pressed into the shell of her ear and his whisper filled her. "Don't fucking leave me again."
Hermione tried to swallow against the lump that was forming in her throat, but wasn't able to with Draco's arm in the way. Guilt dropped a burning coal inside her and frostbit her fingers. He must have noticed something change in her because he loosened his arm a little.
"I can't stand it. I have to have you. Don't lea-"
"Fuck me, Draco." Hermione interrupted him. "Just… please. I need you."
He skipped a beat and she felt his muscles tense against her soft body. Then he slammed himself back into her, grabbed her throat with his large hand, tilting her face up to rest his cheek against hers and grunted with effort as he let himself loose on her.
Hermione's moan was cut off by Draco's hand, gripping tighter. It felt so good on her neck, squeezing her with a brutal strength that was just barely contained.
"Come for me, Granger," He said in his low voice. "Come for me and squeeze my dick with your pussy. Make me come. Be a good girl and make me come."
Hermione pushed her hips back up against him and he let out a deep moan she felt come up all the way from his chest. She pushed her shame aside and let the feeling of Draco filling her pass through every inch of her. She wanted to cry out, wanted to scream his name, but he held everything in. She sucked in small gasps while she listened to his heavy breathing in her ear as he thrust harder and almost erratically. He was close.
This was it. This was the last time. In just a few moments it would all be over so she might as well enjoy it. Hermione's body convulsed under his, shaking with pleasure as she tightened around his big cock deep inside her.
"Hermione!" Draco called out and she felt him release himself in her. It was a new feeling, Draco had never come inside her before, not without protection at least.
This was wrong. This was bad. She was leaving him tonight and she would never come back. She could give him this, just one time. This one, last time.
Hermione felt her orgasm begin to fade out as Draco made a soft noise and twitched a few times, draining himself into her.
He let go of her throat and Hermione sucked in large breaths as Draco rested on top of her, sweat pooling between them as they gathered themselves back into two separate people.
He slid himself from her and laid on the rug next to her, his hand resting on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling with a strange expression on his face. Hermione sat up, picked up her discarded shirt and held up against her. The magic of the moment between them was broken with this simple move. Draco cleared his throat and stood up quickly before reaching down and offering his hand to her.
She took a deep breath and let him pull her to her feet. Her legs were still a little unsteady underneath her and a large part of her wanted to hold onto his hand and lean against him. Too large of a part. Hermione let go.
Draco cleared his throat and she gathered up the rest of her clothes and her beaded bag that she still carried. He looked down at her and started to open his mouth and say something.
"Grang-"
"Can I use your bathroom?" She cut in, cringing inwardly at the awkwardness between them.
His grey eyes searched hers cinnamon ones for a moment before he nodded. "You know where it is." His voice was strangely empty and he bent down to pick up his clothes as she slid past him, making her way down the hall and into the bathroom.
She folded her clothes on the sink and tapped the faucet with her wand as steaming water began to fall from the silver showerhead above her. Hermione quickly showered and dressed again. She stayed in her underwear until she had finished drying her hair with a heat charm and then reached into her bag and pulled out the emerald dress she had chosen to wear tonight. It was Christmas-y enough. Plus, Ginny was sure to tuck mistletoe behind her ear and Molly probably had knit her a new scarf she could wear.
Christmas Eve dinner at the Weasley's had become a Christmas Eve tradition and even when she had Ron had not been together, Molly always made sure to invite her and keep asking until she finally gave in. Ginny had been especially excited for the family dinner this year and had stopped by Hermione office today just to make sure she was still coming.
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror as she pinned a few curls back before slipping her black flats back on. She glanced down at her hands and tried to stop their trembling. Her legs shook under her too but whether it was from nerves or from Draco, she wasn't sure. It didn't matter, not after tonight.
Hermione opened the door and was met with Draco's shocked face, his hand raised as if he was about to knock on the door. His eyes fell over her, taking in her new dress, simple and conservative, all but the V of the neck which showed off just a little bit of her chest. Hermione ran her hands over the skirt of it and tucked her hair behind her ears.
"Granger," He said, surprise clear in his voice. He cleared his throat again. "Did you… Are you wearing that, for me?"
Hermione looked down at her dress; emerald green… Slytherin green.
"Oh, no," She said, feeling very embarrassed. "I… I have a Christmas party to go to. I thought..."
"Oh."
Hermione stared at the floor in between them. She noticed Draco had changed into a pair of grey sweats. She felt another strange pang of guilt realizing he was spending Christmas Eve by himself.
He reached his hand out and grabbed her fingers. "Stay," He whispered. Hermione lifted her face up to his. "Stay with me."
Draco didn't do this. He didn't ask her to stay with him or be with him. He didn't beg her not to leave him again. She had spent the last six months trying to forget him, but Draco had spent them trying to remember every detail about her and the way he was drinking her down right now, memorizing her face, she knew what he was going to say.
Something had grabbed her tongue and was trying to pull it down her throat. Her heart skipped a beat and then rushed to catch up, fluttering in her chest with its effort. His rain grey eyes poured into her. No smug or arrogant expression was on his fine features now, instead, he looked exposed and vulnerable.
"Hermione, I-"
"Ron is proposing tonight."
Draco's eyes widened. Hermione dropped her eyes back down. She couldn't watch whatever was beginning to happen on his face. The pain she was causing. The heart she was breaking. She stared at the threshold, separating her black flats on the white tile from Draco's bare feet on the dark wood floor.
"And you're saying yes." It was a statement. It was a sentence. A lifetime sentence.
"Ginny let it slip. She didn't mean to, but she was so excited. She told me today right before I left the office and-"
"And you came here," Draco scoffed. She chanced it and looked up to see him leaning his head back, cold disbelief on his face. "You didn't come back to me. You came to say goodbye."
"Draco," She said his name softly, hating the heartbreak he was trying so desperately hard to hide.
"So this is it." Another statement; emotionless, hollow.
"Yes." Hermione's voice was barely audible.
Draco scratched the back of his head before he dropped his hand back to his side. "Fuck."
"I- I want you to know that I'll always-"
"Don't." The one word was overflowing with everything he wasn't saying. Hermione glanced up. It took every bit of her Gryffindor courage to keep eye contact with him right now.
"I'm so sorry," Her voice began to shake.
"No you're not." He cast his eyes down. "If you cared about me at all you would have stayed the fuck away from me. You wouldn't have come here and… and…"
Hermione felt the tears prick at the corners of her eyes and prayed that they would not fall. She didn't want to cry. Not now. She could cry later, when she was alone in bed. Not here, in front of him. But would she be alone tonight? Ron would want her to stay with him and as his fiancee...
"You're right. It was wrong of me to-"
Draco pushed her back into the bathroom and against the wall, pinning her there with his body. "Don't fucking marry him." Draco's voice was strained, as if he was barely controlling himself. Hermione trembled under his touch, his hands gripping her arms tightly. "Don't do it."
She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes against the hot tears starting to pool there.
He pressed his forehead against hers. "Please." He sounded desperate and an equally desperate part of her wanted to do exactly what he was asking. "Hermione… please."
Her spine was cracking apart and crumbling inside her. She had expected him to be mean, cruel even when she told him. She thought he would yell or throw something. She had prepared herself for him to throw her out again. Maybe that's why she had come here, hoping he would end it and then she wouldn't have to do it herself.
She had not been expecting him to beg her to… What was he asking her to do exactly?
"Draco this isn't fair," She murmured. "It's not fair t-to… to… R-ron," She whimpered.
"Fuck fair. I don't care about fair. I only care about you."
Draco sniffed. Hermione's heart splinted.
"Draco, let me go."
His hands tightened on her arms and she felt a strange tension rolling off him.
"I… I need you to let me go. I don't have the strength to stay away from you on my own. Ron loves me and… and I'm hurting him. Lying to him about this, about us it's…" The tears spilled over onto her cheeks. "It's ruining me."
Draco went impossibly still. He took a few deep breaths and pulled back far enough to look into her tear brimmed eyes.
"Please," She begged him.
He dropped his hands to his sides. Hermione let out a sob either in despair or relief she wasn't sure.
"I… I'm so sorry, Draco."
"Why?" He straightened up and shrugged his strong shoulders. His face was cold and empty. She knew he was doing this on purpose, trying to make it easier on her and himself. "It was a good fuck." He was looking everywhere that wasn't her face and shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. "Are you about ready to go? I need to get ready."
This threw her off so much that she found herself asking, "Where?"
"Malfoy Enterprises has a charity event tonight."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you-"
"It's fine," He waved his hand in front of him. "Astoria is handing it."
"Oh."
"Yeah, she's great at stuff like that."
"I'm sure."
"Mmm."
"You're very lucky to have found-"
"She works for me, Granger, that's all." He sighed and finally looked her in the eyes.
Hermione felt herself blush. She was getting jealous over his professional relationship with an employee of his Father's company when she had just told him she was marrying someone else. What was wrong with her?
"I'll walk you out."
Hermione paused once they got to the front door. She felt like there was still so much to say, so much she wanted him to know, but the words wouldn't come and maybe that was a blessing in disguise. Draco looked like he was barely holding himself together, the small amount of composure he had summoned in the bathroom was eroding quickly. She wondered if he really was going to a charity event this evening or if he was going to lock himself in here and drink himself to sleep.
He brushed his finger over her cheek, wiping a stray tear there.
"Well, that was a hell of a Christmas present, Granger." He laughed, voice laced with pain.
"Happy Christmas, Draco," Hermione breathed out and opened the door, stepping out into the cold night air. She pulled her arms around herself and walked down the few steps to the sidewalk. She didn't trust herself to look back. If she did, she knew she would run back in and never come out.
Draco watched as the snow swirled around Granger wildly and then she was gone with a crack that echoed through his chest as something deep inside him finally broke, shattering into millions of jagged pieces.
He let the cold winter wind whip around him for a moment and stared into the dark, snowy night that the only woman he had ever loved just disappeared into. For good.
"Happy Christmas," He whispered into the wind. "Hermione."
A/N: Might fuck around and do a Part 2?
