Red wine and long talks

Ch.4

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Hermione opened the bathroom door as steam flooded into her bedroom. Draco followed behind her taking in everything that had just happened. 'Is she coming on to me?' were his first thoughts..

"What are you thinking about?" She inquired.

"Oh nothing, do you and Ron stay in separate rooms?" He didn't want to come off as too happy about it, or too nosy. He kept it monotone.

"Oh that." She giggled. "Yes I guess you could say that, I just needed my space, some privacy, you know."

"Yes I do know." He sighed; he knew all too well how it felt to be in a dead end marriage, how could he make her see? Maybe she already did. He pondered the thought.

They walked out onto her balcony. She summoned a servant and asked for some red wine, and bread. Something simple, yet elegant. Draco raised an eyebrow at her curiously.

"So Draco, how have you been?" Her voice was tender and sweet.

"I'm fine, and you?" He responded coolly

"Ok, lets just cut the small talk. I told you about rumors I've been hearing, and as a friend, you would tell me if you've heard or seen anything right?"

"Well if you tell me what the rumors are about, then maybe I can help you." He seemed upset that she hadn't figured it all out, she was, after all, the brightest witch in Hogwarts. His dad had made sure to point that out in his very 'special' way.

"About Ron, I've heard he's been, hem hem, busy. Busy with other girls.." Her voice sounded weak, and she looked almost in tears.

"Hermione," Why was he doing this? He could easily destroy him. He instinctively put his arm around her. "Hermione, I will never let any hurt come your way, you deserve much more than that. Go with your heart." He looked away. The sight crushed him. She was crying into his shoulder. Her wrapped her up in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. Hermione felt his warmth. 'I'm hugging Draco? He just kissed my head, he's never done that..' She nestled in closer. Thinking something deep. He noticed this because her eyes wandered to another world when she was deep in thought. 'I bet Ron wouldn't even know that..' She gripped him tightly. They stood there silent for what seemed like ages. Suspended in time just the two of them, as if time had ceased to exist in the certain equilibrium of them. All she wanted was for him to just give her a reason, a reason to stay with him forever and at that moment she would. Just then there was a knock at the door bringing them both back at an alarming pace.

"Must be the wine" She said lightly and walked to the door.

"Yes...."He whispered hoarsely.

She opened the door and greeted the servant and walked back shyly with a bottle of wine and some sweet rolls. She set the tray down on the table outside and conjured another chair for Draco. Being the gentleman he was he pulled back her chair so she could seat herself at the table.

"Nice day.. Huh?" Draco managed to get out. Someone had to break the silence.

"Yes everything is just going so wonderfully." Her voice cheered up.

"Oh. Yes I suppose it is." He dared not look her in her eyes, or he would be tempted to do something other than talk.

"Draco, are you all right?"

"Yes yes I'm fine, so what are the plans for today?"

"Oh the decorating is almost complete, invitations sent out, house cleaned, RSVP's are arriving, I think all that's left is supervising, and we can do that." Her glow had returned.

"So you're ok then, right?" He asked.

"Yes I'm fine. I know Ron will come back, and I think we can work this out, but I want the fire back, you know? Ron and me are close, maybe too close for our own good. Can I tell you something?"

"Of course you can tell me anything."

"Well you know in our seventh year? Well I had the biggest crush on you. I would have never thought we would have continued our friendship after all these years. I really enjoyed our last year, being head girl and boy we did have our little adventures. I always wanted to tell you, but I guess just embarrassed." She laughed uncomfortably. 'I can't believe I told him that, it must be his eyes. His stormy gray, beautiful eyes. His built body, his smile, his teeth, yes nice teeth, the hair flowing and free, why am I thinking about him like this?' She shook the thought out of her head or at least tried too. She wanted to know what he was thinking, always thinking.

"Hermione, I well, I also liked you. I thought we had a connection. Honestly I never felt that way about anyone since you. Remember our little adventures around the grounds? Stunning the giant squid, and snowball fights. Those were some carefree times." He looked away as if ashamed at his weakness to tell her how he felt.

"You liked me no way! What do you mean didn't find a connection, what about Pansy, you guys are so in love!"

"In love? Are you sure about that? I don't think so. I can't stand Pansy and her boy toys. She has to buy men in order to get some. Nobody wants her willingly." He smirked at the thought of her begging for sex.

"She buys men? You're joking! You guys have a son!"

"Have you seen our son? He doesn't even look like me. I know this. He doesn't resemble me in any way. He looks like her alone; maybe she planted him in her.."

"I don't think that possible Draco, but now that I think of it, he doesn't look like you." She seemed to pity him.

She placed a hand across the table on top of his hand and poured some more wine. He looked into her eyes. Then she mouthed; I know how you feel. He looked at her puzzled, did she really know?

"I know about Ron, but I'm scared to tell him I know. I've heard him. I couldn't stand the thought of him toughing other girls. That's why we have separate bedrooms. I was just ashamed. I thought that nobody else had to live like this. I loved him."

"Love him, meaning you don't. Now?" He questioned.

"I don't know. I don't know how I feel about him." She glanced towards him biting her lower lip, gazing deeply into her eyes, as if he held the answer inside him. Her hand tightened on his. More wine. Her head was spinning, so many thoughts. She was here alone with old school crush Draco Malfoy, a little drunk, and Ron was away who was to find out if anything were to happen? After all she needed to know if she was missing anything. She wanted the fire back. Touching Ron she felt nothing, there was no fire, no blaze for her to crack and burn. She desperately needed to feel the heat against her cheeks, all through her body; the fire in her soul needed to be rekindled. Her looked at their hands, They were entwined, and she felt his heat. She glanced at his beautiful face, he was looking at their hands too, he looked up, and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Draco..."She whispered. But before she could get her sentence out, he leaned over and cupped her face looked into her eyes and kissed her lips. A long, passionate kiss. He graced her lips with his tongue; softly he licked and nipped lovingly until her mouth received all of him. He explored her mouth. Their tongues mingling and lips locking and caressing each other. She could feel shocks erupting all over her. He massaged her face with his hands and she grabbed his head stroking his hair, she wanted him, she wanted his fire. When he finally pulled away he lifted his head as if gasping for breath, he looked down and rubbed her now very red lips with his thumb. He looked into deeply into her eyes, and smiled a genuine smile. Hermione felt so weak, nobody had ever kissed her like that.

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