Summary: Based on the song Can't Let You Go By Fabolous ft. LiL mo. It takes place about five years after they graduate Hogwarts. Draco is cheating on Pansy with Hermione. He wants to divorce Pansy but obviously his father isn't about to let him marry a mud blood.

Pairings: D/hr…and maybe a little R/L.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters. But I really really wish I owned Tom Felton.

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Can't Let You Go

Chapter Eight

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"Draco!" Hermione still didn't get an answer from Draco so she was surprised when he pulled her close and kissed her.

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At first Hermione was in shock at the fact that Draco was kissing her, but once she began kissing him back he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. His hands went up to tangle themselves in wet hair. They stayed kissing like that for a while until Hermione needed air and she pulled back. Draco's normally pale face was flushed as he grinned down at her.

"Um..." Was all Hermione could say before Draco pushed her gently against the wall and began kissing her again, this one was much more passionate than the first. Hermione gasped as Draco began trailing gentle kisses down her neck She felt something slipping and looked down to see it was her towel.

"Draco... I'm still in my towel."

"No worries, we have plenty of time to take it off." Draco said, trying to kiss her again but she pushed him away.

"That's not what I meant, you git! I need to go get my clothes on and then we're going to talk." Draco gave her a pout and she had to laugh. She turned and walked into her room, closing the door behind her.

When Hermione came out a few minutes later, she was wearing a black tank top and muggle shorts that showed off her long legs. Draco had to resist the urge to throw her back against the wall and start kissing her all over again. She took his arm and dragged him over to the couch, and they both sat down.

"So..." Hermione said, trying to start a conversation.

"So...?" Draco repeated, knowing it would annoy her. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Draco, we have to talk about this!"

"About what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He reached forward and tried to pull Hermione onto his lap but she swatted his hands away.

"You...me.. what just happened five bloody minutes ago!" She said getting frustrated. "Don't act as if you don't know what I'm talking about, Draco!" Draco sighed.

"Well, what do you want me to say?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Well, how is any normal male supposed to react when they see a beautiful woman parading around in a towel right in front of them?" He demanded. Hermione blushed.

"I wasn't parading around in a towel! I forgot my clothes in my room!"

"I wish you would forget them more often, then" Draco said, causing Hermione to blush again.

"Draco, we're getting off topic!"

"Look, Hermione I like you, alright? And judging by the way you kissed me back you like me too." Hermione nodded, so he continued.

"So let's concentrate on more important things." He said with a grin, and reached over to pull Hermione onto his lap. She struggled half-heartedly but in the end she gave in. Draco kissed her cheek gently, stared into her eyes before he bent forward to kiss her.

Draco and Hermione had been snogging on the couch for quite a while and things were getting pretty steamy. Hermione was lying on the couch with Draco on top of her, his hands running through her hair while hers ran up his back. He was thinking how lucky he was, to be lying there, snogging Hermione Granger senseless when -

"Hermione, open up! It's Mum and Dad, you invited us over, remember?" Draco practically jumped off of Hermione.

"Just a second!" Hermione called breathlessly to her parents. Draco watched as she hurriedly tried to smooth down her hair and straighten out her clothes. Draco tried this best to do the same, though he was still a bit disoriented.

"Why would you invite your parents over?" He hissed.

"It was a few weeks ago, I completely forgot!" She replied as she ran toward the door. Draco watched as she hugged both of her parents and invited them both inside. They walked into the living room, and got curious looks on they're faces when they saw Draco.

"Hermione, we weren't interrupting anything were we?" Her mum said, eyeing Draco and Hermione's flushed faces, and Hemione's slightly disheveled appearance. Draco watched as Hermione's face flushed even darker.

"No! We were checking the news to see if there was any snog - I mean fog!" Hermione flushed even darker and Draco had to suppress the urge to laugh. They all looked at Hermione, waiting for her to finish speaking.

"We were checking the news to see if there was any fog, because we were planning on going on a picnic!" Hermione finished with a smile. Hermione's mum seemed to believe this but Mr. Granger was looking suspiciously at Draco, as though he knew what they had really been doing. He turned to Draco and glared suspiciously at him.

" What exactly, have you been doing with my daughter?" He demanded. Draco gulped.

"Dad, I just told you-"

"I don't believe that Hermione! Why would you go on a picnic with this- with this Draco person when you knew you were meeting us for afternoon tea?"

"Well, a lot's been happening I totally forgot about the tea. Draco and I work together." Hermione suddenly wondered why the Ministry hadn't demanded that she and Draco go report for work, but decided she would figure it out later.

"If you say so, Hermione, but I don't like the idea of some strange boy being alone with you in this flat." Draco was beginning to feel annoyed. There was nothing strange about him! He couldn't help but cut in.

"Like Hermione said, we work together. I'm not just some random guy she goes on ficnics with." All three Grangers turned to stare at him like he was crazy. Then Hermione smiled.

"Draco, it's 'picnic'." Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked even more confused and Hermione added. "Draco comes from the wizarding world, and he doesn't really know all that much about muggle terms. He's learned a lot, while he's been living with me, though." Hermione said, and then promptly clapped a hand over her mouth. Draco couldn't believe she'd just said that. Now Mr. Granger looked as though he was about to strangle Draco.

"What did you just say, Hermione? This strange boy is living with you? Where does he sleep?." He demanded.

"The couch." Draco practically shouted. He could just imagine what Mr. Granger would have done to him if he had told him that Draco slept in Hermione's bed.

"And why are you staying with my daughter?" He said, turning and advancing on Draco, who took a few steps back.

"Well, It' s a long story."

"We've got time to here it." Mr. Granger insisted firmly, and with a sigh, Draco sat down on the couch.

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"Well, today was interesting." Hermione said, now snuggled against Draco's chest as they lay in bed. He had transifigured some of Hermione's books into three couches so he and Mr. and Mrs. Granger would have a place to sleep. He had snuck into her bed when he had made sure that Mr. Granger was asleep on the couch.

" 'Interesting?' that's all you call today? I almost got murdered by your dad Hermione!" Draco exclaimed, causing Hermione to giggle.

"He wasn't that bad. He's just a bit over protective." Hermione said with a giggle remembering what had happened earlier that day.

Draco had ended up telling her parents that he and his wife were having some trouble, which was true, and that he was staying with Hermione until things got sorted out. Then her dad had demanded to know why he had to stay with Hermione, and not anyone else. Draco had told him that he didn't have anywhere else to stay and that he didn't plan on staying with Hermione for long. Draco hadn't told them that they had started going out, and Hermione was grateful. She didn't thing her dad could handle any more news. Hermione noticed her mother hadn't talked much through the day and wondered if something was wrong. Hermione suddenly remembered a question she had wanted to ask Draco about.

"Draco, why hasn't the ministry asked us to come back to work yet?" She said, turning around so that she was facing Draco.

"Oh, I owled them and told them we wouldn't be coming in for a month because of your injuries."

"A month? I'm Hermione Granger, I can't miss a month of work!" Hermione squealed. Draco laughed at her and she glared back.

"Hermione, calm down! We can always go back when your positive you feel completely up to it."

" Oh, ok." Hermione smiled. She'd felt 'up to it' for a while now, but was enjoying the time she was spending with Draco. She stopped smiling though, when she saw the slightly anxious look on Draco's face.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"Well, I was just wondering if you were going to tell Potter and Weaseley about us." Hermione frowned. She knew she had to tell them but it certainly wasn't something she would be looking forward to.

"Yes, I suppose so, but I'm not looking forward to it. I know that Harry, will be upset at first but in the end, will probably respect my decisions. Ron on the other hand, will flip out."

"When are you going to tell them?" Hermione didn't reply but buried her head in his shoulder.

"You're going to have to go back on the couch soon, or I might fall asleep on you." Draco kissed the top of her head.

"Don't worry love, I won't fall asleep."

The next thing Draco knew someone was shaking him awake. He looked up to see Hermione's anxious face.

"Draco! You have to get in the living room now! My parents will be up soon!" Draco suddenly remembered yesterday's events, and knew that Mr. Granger was liable to strangle him if he ever found out where Draco had slept that night. Draco got up and tip-toed back to the living room to find Mr. Granger snoring softly. He quietly went to the kitchen where he saw a snowy white owl tapping impatiently on the window. He opened the window and the owl flew in sticking it's leg out. He took the letter and saw that it was addressed to Hermione so he tossed it on the table and watched the owl take off again. He went in to the fridge to get some milk, and was trying to remember where Hermione kept the cups, when he turned around to see Mr. Granger walk groggily into the kitchen. Mr. Granger walked over to the counter, pulled out two cups and poured them both a glass of milk.

"Thanks." Draco said, and Mr. Granger nodded in reply before asking:

"Does Hermione get the newspaper? I want to check the sports section."

"Muggles play quidditch?" Draco asked interestedly. Hermione's father gave him a weird look.

"No, we play football (soccer), baseball, basketball and a bunch of other sports." Draco gave him a confused look, so Mr. Granger sighed and started to explain to Draco about the various sports played in the muggle world.

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When Hermione came into the kitchen she saw her dad and Draco sitting at the kitchen table. To her surprise Draco had a grin on his face.

"So your telling me that muggles kick the ball around with their feet to get it into the goals?" Mr. Granger nodded.

"That's just strange." Draco looked up to see Hermione walk into the kitchen.

"Hey." He said, giving her a soft smile. She smiled back. Mr. Granger caught this exchange and glared at Draco, who quickly averted his gaze.

"Once your Mother is out of the loo, we'll be going." Hermione nodded and watched with amusement as Draco tried to suppress a sigh of relief.

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Draco and Hermione were snogging on the couch, her parents had finally left. Draco was running his hands through her unbelievably soft hair once again, and her arms were around his neck. Little did they know, a flabbergasted Harry had just apparated in the living room, not sure what to make of the situation.

"What in god's name are you doing?"

I hated this chapter, no matter how I wrote it I just didn't like it at all. I know I posted this chapter about three weeks later than planned but I was really busy. Please review and tell me what you think!