She woke to the glare of daylight hitting her face. She tried to stretch out but felt a warm body beside her on the small couch. She carefully wriggled out from beside him and retrieved the blanket off the back of the couch where it had been discarded the night before and wrapped it around herself. If he woke, the sight of her naked form in the daylight would be something completely different to the darkness of night. She knew she wasn't horrible to look at, but her self-esteem had been broken down year after year and this man shagged her without even having taken a look at her. What if he woke and thought she was nothing like he expected? What if the spark, the bizarre connection that they had only existed in the blindness of night?
Realising that she could now get a good look at him, she climbed out from behind him on the couch and stood while she wrapped the blanket around herself and turned to see the sleeping form of her late-night shag.
When she took stock of him, the light colour of his skin, his platinum blonde hair that obscured his face, the hint of a fading tattoo on his left arm peeking out from beneath the blanket, she almost fell over backwards.
"Malfoy?!" she yelled, not realising she had said it out loud.
She stepped backwards, clapping her hand over her mouth as she watched him slowly open his eyes.
"Its too early" he muttered, reaching out for her before realising who she was and how she knew his name.
"Malfoy!" she repeated.
He quickly opened his eyes and sat upright immediately.
"What the… Granger?" he asked, wiping sleep from his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I've been here the whole time" she said, reaching down to collect her clothes.
"That means…." He said, looking around the room for some other explanation before lifting the blanket and seeing his own naked form.
"No. It doesn't. It means nothing. Nothing happened" she said, looking around for her clothes.
"You looking for this?" he asked, holding her top which was hooked on one of his long fingers. He appeared to find this situation amusing, something she didn't understand.
"Yes, I was looking for that. Why didn't you just… Why didn't you tell me who you were? Why didn't you just use magic last night to turn some lights on?" she asked, snatching her top from his grasp.
"I thought you were some muggle. I am rubbish at obliviating people" he said. "Why didn't you?" he asked.
"Same reason. Although, I don't obliviate anymore" she said, sitting down on the armchair and placing her head in her hands. "I can't believe this happened. I can't believe it's you" she said.
"Thanks for the compliment, Granger" he said, standing and wrapping the blanket low on his waist.
"I uh… It was…" she muttered, watching, taking in his fit muscular physique. His skin was light and the faded death eater tattoo stood out like a sore thumb. The other thing that stood out was his morning erection, quite evident under the thin blanket that was wrapped around his body.
"Don't mention it" he said, as he turned to make his way to the kitchen. As he turned away from her, she saw the raw scratch marks on his back. Evidence of a great shag. She had to shake her head as the realisation crashed over her that she had had the most incredible shag of her life with Draco Malfoy, of all people.
"I just… Last night. You were so nice. You were caring and concerned" she said after a while, making her way into the kitchen behind him.
"I'm a dreadfully nice person, Granger" he said, as he tended to a pot of tea.
"Except, now you know that its me, this all goes away" she said, gesturing around to the kitchen.
"Why would it?" he asked.
She rounded the island bench and thrust her arm in his face. The arm where she still held a 'mudblood' scar.
"This is why" she spat.
He grabbed her arm with his hands either side of her scar and looked at it as though he were studying it. He looked from the scar to her face and released her arm, letting it fall between them. He stepped towards her and she backed up against the bench. She could feel him pressing against her, his morning erection still very evident and now pressed against her belly. He was much taller than she was, which she only now noticed.
They didn't speak any words, instead, he leant down and kissed her, letting his hands rake down her body to the bottom of the blanket, which he reached under till he found her ass and lifted her so she was sitting on the bench. She kissed him back, for reasons unknown to her. He was an incredible kisser and she was soon lost to him.
Her legs instinctually wrapped around him and he pulled her close to the edge of the bench. She realised what was happening a split second before it did, when his eyes met hers and she nodded. He entered her hard and fast, pulling her close to him before quickly pushing away. Pull, push, pull push, hard, fast, quick. It was so erotic, so intense. Her orgasm came with very little build up. He was hitting her in all the right places deep inside and she came apart on the bench as he watched her.
"All that blood purist shit doesn't matter Granger. Not anymore" he muttered into her ear as she came down from her orgasm. He was still thrusting, but now more slowly. He was taking his time now and she could feel every inch of his thick hard length, tormenting her, teasing her. She would cum again, she knew it. His words alone were enough to throw her over the precipice.
"But its me. We…. We've hated each other… for as long as we can remember" she said, breathing fast and heavy.
"Maybe… But times change. People change" he said as he held her in place. Not moving. "Besides, now that I've been inside of you twice, surely we can put the past behind us" he said.
"First time I would have said it was a mistake. Two people in the dark… ahh…." She stopped, as he moved his hand to play with her clit.
"Keep talking" he whispered.
"… in the dark… We… could have been…. anyone" she said as her body began to react to his tormenting.
"But now?" he asked.
"Now, you know it's me, and I know it's you…" she said quickly.
"And I'm still fucking you" he said.
"And you're still fucking me" she said as she leaned back on the bench.
He climbed up after her and kissed her hard. To Hermione, it was like all the hatred that they shared in the past was gone, but she couldn't understand why. She barely had time to think about it before she felt the now familiar build, the tension inside of her, the rope, tightening, waiting to snap. She cried out when she came, this time, he came with her, pounding into her hard and fast, spilling himself into her and groaning with his own pleasure.
They hopped off the bench and she stood silently as he continued with the pot of tea and handed her a cup. She spooned two sugars into it and added milk before sipping it slowly.
"I don't know what to do now" she said.
Malfoy didn't speak, just went about the kitchen, getting things ready to make breakfast.
"Bacon and eggs?" he asked.
She just nodded, tucking in the blanket so it would stay firmly in place.
"How am I supposed to act around you?" she asked, receiving nothing in response. Malfoy just continued cooking, setting toast into the toaster as he cracked an egg into the pan.
"I need to know what to do now Malfoy. I'm here to get away from everyone who knows me, not to go running into my old nemesis and have him shag me senseless" she said. This time, when he didn't respond, she shouted his name.
"Malfoy! Are you listening to me?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. You're freaking out way more than you should, Granger. Did I expect it to be you who I've been corresponding with for the last 8 weeks? No. Did I think you were the one eating my meals, praising me, getting to know me, letting me get to know you? No. Did I appreciate hanging out with you last night? Yes! Did I enjoy shagging you? Merlin yes. By all means, allow yourself to overthink this, to go crazy, to work yourself into a tizz about what next but I'm going to be right here, cooking breakfast and dinner everyday and if you want to join me, then please do. Other than that, I'm not running to anyone to tell them you're here, I'm not going to spill your secret to anyone. I'm not your enemy Granger. I thought last night proved that I can be your friend" he said.
"My friend? You shag all you friends, do you?" she asked with a smile.
"Only the ones who need it" he said with a smile in return. He placed two plates of bacon and eggs on the bench while she retrieved the toast.
They sat in silence, eating their breakfast, Hermione not sure how to interact with him.
"It's been a long time since I've had human company, I'm not sure I remember how" she said.
"You were pretty good last night" he said. "I mean, the conversation" he added when she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Just forget all of that, will you?" she asked.
"Why? It's clearly something that is playing a huge part in your life, you should be able to talk about it" he said.
"Its embarrassing. The brightest witch of her age, not very bright after all" she said.
"You're a fucking war heroine Granger. No one can take that from you. You got caught up in a cycle that loads of women get stuck in. No one could blame you for someone taking advantage of your forgiving nature" he said.
"Like now?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at her in question.
"Well, you were horrid to me for 6 years Malfoy" she said.
"Yes, and that was also more than 10 years ago. I was a prat, raised to believe things were a certain way. When I saw you bleeding on the floor of my drawing room, I realised that your blood was just as red as mine" he said.
"So because you changed your mind about blood purity and muggle borns being scum, then suddenly everything you said and did doesn't matter?" she asked, now a little angry.
"Of course it does. I was a right fucking prick to you and I'm sorry" he said, taking his now empty plate to the sink.
He stood with his back to her for a moment, seeming to tense up, before turning and walking to the door.
"You should not forgive me" he said suddenly, before leaving her alone in the kitchen, confused about his outburst.
The whole day passed without a single sound from him at all. She went about her day with her usual routine and headed down for the evening meal a little earlier than usual.
"I'll be gone in a minute" he said, standing up from the table and taking his empty plate to the sink.
"She made her way to the kitchen and had a look at what was on offer. Again, he had created an amazing meal.
"Stay" she said, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Just stay and sit with me while I eat" she said.
He looked at her, his face filled with confusion.
"I'm not some miraculously changed person. I don't believe in the things I believed in but I'm still the same Draco Malfoy who made your life hell. I can't make up for that" he said.
"I don't want you to. Right now, you're the random guy who is staying here in the same beach Inn as I am and cooks me food" she said, taking her wand out and heating up her plate. "Its such a relief to be able to do that" she muttered.
"It is good to use magic" he said, resuming his seat at the table.
"I always thought you'd sit there" she said, sitting down in her usual spot.
"What? It's the head of the table" he said, summoning a bottle of wine and two glasses.
She tried her best to be nice, to be friendly. She wanted to forget who he was and where he came from. She wanted to get to know him, the late 20s Draco Malfoy who spends most of his time living at an Inn and cooking meals for single lonely women who come to stay.
The conversation that followed, flowed quite well. She asked where he learnt to cook and he told her all about his favourite house elf Debby, who taught him over the summers when he was younger. He asked about her life after the war and she mentioned work, functions, balls. Everything he already knew about. All the public Hermione information. The things she felt safe talking about, but never too much.
When she was finished eating, they moved to the living room, the same place where they had talked just the night before. The same place their clothes had found the floor, the same place she had allowed a faceless stranger comfort her and please her.
"So, now that we know who we are, you have to tell me. Who's the guy?" he asked. "Is it Weasley?" he asked.
"Its not Ron" she said, finishing her second glass of wine.
"Potter then?" he asked.
"I'm not telling you who it is" she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, frustrated.
"Because I just do. I want to know that if I ever saw this guy crossing the street, that I wouldn't stop, I wouldn't brake, I would plough right into him, reverse back and do it over again" he said, his voice raised.
"You… you wouldn't know him" she said.
"The hell I wouldn't, I know everyone, unless he's a muggle" he said.
"This is exactly the reason why I didn't want to tell anyone. I can't have people going around defending my honour. You have no idea how dangerous he is" she said.
At this, Malfoy stood, unbuttoned the wrist cuff at his left hand and rolled up his sleeve. "You, Hermione Granger, have no idea how dangerous I can be" he said. "How I can pretend to be" he corrected when he saw her flinch.
She scooted to the edge of the couch and took his hand in hers. She looked at the dark mark, which was now a faded grey outline of what it used to be. She traced it with her fingertips and his eyes fluttered closed.
"Its just a mark. Its not who you are. You're not this person. You never were" she said quietly.
"I have done some horrible things under the pretence of this mark" he said.
"You never killed anyone" she said softly, still holding his hand.
"I didn't try to stop it… In the manor" he said.
"None of that matters Malfoy" she said.
"You can't say that" he said angrily, pulling his arm away.
"Like hell I can't. I lived it Malfoy and I overcame it. Like everything in my life. I lived through it all and got over it all" she said, her voice heated.
"You shouldn't have" he murmured.
"Why? Why shouldn't I have? All the things I have lived through, made me stronger. The troll in first year? Changing into a cat then being petrified by the basilisk in second year, living two lives and then facing the sodding werewolf in third year. Getting to smack you in the face was the highlight, mind you. Then the tournament and Rita bloody Skeeter, Umbridge, the department of mysteries, YOU and Harry almost killing each other in sixth year and fending off a whole tribe of death eaters before permanently obliviating my parents and going on the run and almost starving to death. Your sweet aunt Bellatrix factors in, for sure, as well as the battle and seeing the bodies of people I had known for years, strewn across the battlefield like they were nothing. But in all of there, there's not a single moment of my life that sticks out as being the worst. Nothing I haven overcome. I'm sorry Draco, but I learnt to be resilient early on" she said, huffing and puffing after her long-winded speech.
"You turned into a cat in second year?" he asked.
"That's what you got from all that?" she asked. He answered with a shrug.
"It's a lot to take in. I was there for most of it, in the background, being an ass, making your life that much fucking harder" he said.
"Enough of the self-deprecation. Yes, you were an ass. You were also blinded by the crap that you were told growing up. You were forced to take the mark, forced to have that maniac living in your home, forced to do things you didn't want to do" she said.
"Why do you know all of this?" he asked.
"I was at your trial. I testified for you, remember? I forgave you a long time ago Malfoy" she said.
"You forgave me back then?" he asked.
"Of course I did. We were children, thrown into the midst of an adult's war. We were all forced to do things we didn't want to do" she said.
They remained silent for a while, sipping their wine, looking at the floor and occasionally at each other. Every time they made eye contact, Hermione was reminded that she had shagged Draco Malfoy, twice. Once by accident and once completely on purpose.
She shifted in her seat as she realised she was sitting in the exact spot where they had shagged and slept together, just the night before. It didn't feel real, it didn't seem like it had just happened, yet, here she was, in a secluded beach Inn, talking to Draco Malfoy about their past and how she forgives him.
It was odd, like a chapter of her life was now closing and she could put her childhood torment to rest. She was no longer Hermione Granger, mudblood. She bore the scar, certainly, but that wasn't his doing. Besides, he had now more than made up for all the torment. His sexual prowess was incredible, and she found herself blushing at the thought of that morning and the previous night.
"You're blushing" he said after what would have easily been 20 minutes in her own head.
"No I'm not" she said.
"You are, your cheeks and neck are all red" he said.
"Its warm in here, that's all" she said.
"Well, I can't stop thinking about last night either. It was hot as hell in here, that's for sure" he said.
"Malfoy!" she admonished.
"What? I'm speaking the truth. Who knew Hermione Granger enjoyed sex? Not me" he said.
"Of course I enjoy sex. I'm not a monk" she said.
"Well, maybe we can enjoy it together again some time" he said.
"Maybe" she said, blushing. "But now it's getting late and I have plans to hike to the waterfall tomorrow" she said.
"Right. Well…" he began, getting up from his spot in the armchair. He stepped over the coffee table and leant down, kissing her on the cheek. "Goodnight Granger" he said.
She cleared her throat, thrown by his affection, "good night Malfoy" she said, before he stepped away, allowing her to stand and leave the room.
She almost ran to her bedroom, the heat in her face and neck almost unbearable. If she had stayed any longer, she may have jumped him.
She hesitated at her door, wondering why the hell she thought that was such a bad idea. They'd done it twice already and he was the one who threw the idea out there that they'd do it again some time.
She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding and turned around. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she reached the top of the stairs on her wing of the house. Before she descended one step, he was there, on the landing.
"I was going to come and knock on your door" he said, continuing up the stairs.
"I don't even know where your door is" she admitted, reaching out and taking him by the hand.
"Maybe I'll show you sometime" he said.
"I'd like that" she responded, pulling him down the hall to her bedroom.
Before she could get her door open, he had descended upon her, pushing her against the wall in the hall, crashing his lips against hers. His hands were in her hair and hers were roaming his chest and abdomen. She enjoyed the feel of his subtle but muscular physique and slight spattering of hair on his chest. He was kissing her roughly, passionately, without restraint and she was kissing him back just as fiercely. There was something, some physical connection that she didn't realise she had with him. Draco Malfoy, the sex god.
He pushed one knee between her legs, causing her feet to part, leaving her aching. She had previously been pressing her thighs together for some kind of relief but now, now she was desperate for friction of some kind. She tried to press herself against him, against his leg, to feel something, and was relieved when his hand left her hair and trailed down her body to the apex of her thighs, the place where she ached to be touched.
His hand delicately descended own into her pants and knickers, easily finding its goal. She trembled when he pressed against her clit and almost came on the spot when he reached down and slowly eased a finger inside of her.
"You're so wet" he murmured in her ear.
She reached down and felt between them, his erection pressing into her.
"And you're hard as steal" she said.
"I want to fuck you here against this wall" he said, kissing her neck and torturously fucking her with just one finger while pressing his palm against her clit. She felt the build immediately and divested herself of her clothes while he worked on his belt buckle. She held tight onto his shoulders and lifted herself into his arms, while he pressed her against the wall, holding her in place.
"You're gonna get your wish, Draco" she whispered, reaching down and taking his length in her hand to guide it where she so so desperately needed it to be.
"Hmm, that sounds so good" he murmured.
"What? Your name?" she asked, pulling herself up a little so she could position him at her entrance.
"Mmm" he said, as she carefully slid down onto him, impaling herself on his length.
"Well, I may say it more often… Draco" she said with a groan as he pressed her harder against the wall.
It was fast, but oh so good, he fucked her with an urgency that had her crying out in no time. After her first orgasm, she reached for the door and swung it open, Malfoy taking the opportunity to carry her to her bed and all but throw her down.
She laid on the bed, looking up at him as he descended upon her. He took off his shirt and she watched as his muscles rippled in his chest. He was perfection. She hadn't ever thought of him in this way before, not that she'd seen him in 10 years, but whatever he had been through, and she would find out, he had become some sort of ripped sex god.
She thought he'd take her hard and fast, but this time, something changed. The urgency she sensed in him in the hall had morphed into a slow, hand holding, kissing, blending of bodies. She wasn't opposed to slow sex at all, in fact, she came again almost instantly, but this type of intimate encounter was usually reserved for what people would call "making love", and she had no idea how to feel about it.
AN - WTH? How can you just have sex with your lifelong mortal enemy and not realise? Then do it again?