A/N: Okay just kidding this is definitely rated M for More but also maybe M for Mostly Use Your Imagination

Despite sharing a small office, Hermione had managed to avoid Draco most of the following week. They'd both been put on separate cases, and she found excuse after excuse to not make it back to her desk and risk being alone with him. It didn't stop the way the kiss haunted her though. She woke up in the mornings from dreams of that kiss, of what might've been if she didn't stop it right when she did.

Would he have pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling his body, so they both could feel every bit of how much they wanted each other? How would his hands have felt roaming her body, pulling her in tighter as his tongue ran along her lips and pushed against hers? And if she gave him the green light, would he have torn her clothes off right then and there? Would she have fucked him on the bathroom floor, without a care in the world other than the heat of his body and the rhythm of his hips?

Hermione snapped herself out of it, someone was talking to her at the coffee cart and she was starting to feel herself blush. Lavender, she realized, she must've been on autopilot for the beginning of the conversation, lost in her own thoughts.

"Can I get yours?" Asked Lavender, who was ahead of her in line, once she took a break from talking about something she read in Witch Weekly.

"Oh, you don't have to do that." Hermione suddenly felt guilty remembering if she had stepped foot in her office, there was probably already a coffee waiting for her.

"I want to," Lavender handed the barista a few sickles. She passed the takeaway cup over to Hermione, "actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"You feeling alright?"

"Yes, no it's not that, um," the grabbed a table in the atrium by the windows, looking out to the garden where children were playing. "Its a little awkward but, you know how you said there was nothing left between you and Ron and how you were totally over each other?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "uh sure. The same conversation where you said he'd always be my man and you'd never?"

"Level with me, H. You said it yourself, you've been done for three years. People move on, I'm sure you have."

"Of course I have. Why is this sounding more like you're telling me about something you've already done rather than something you want to do?"

"It was just coffee. I wasn't expecting it, after my birthday, you know everyone saw you guys leave together."

"He walked me home."

"Sure. It doesn't matter, he owled out of the blue last week, asked to meet for coffee. I thought it was between friends but…I don't know what to tell you, there was something there. He asked me to dinner tomorrow night. I want to go."

Hermione sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee, "sounds like your gonna go, whatever I say."

"I don't want things to be weird."

"We're over, like you said. Why would things be weird?" She could hear the grumpiness in her voice, but she couldn't stop it. "When did you say he reached out?"

"Last Saturday. I've been meaning to tell you I just-"

"Oh. I see."

"You see what?"

Hermione scoffed to herself, he was so cliché sometimes. "We had a fight that day. He thinks Draco and I are sleeping together."

Lavender leaned in conspiratorially, "are you sleeping together?"

"No! It doesn't matter. He's punishing me, it's classic Ron."

For a moment Lavender didn't say anything, and Hermione could see her flipping through responses in her head before opening her mouth again. "Does it really not occur to you that this isn't actually about you for once and that we might have something?"

"If he's using you to get back at me, wouldn't you rather know now?"

"Why is that your assumption? Honestly, Hermione, I didn't want to go here, but I had him first."

There was nothing she could say to that, it was true. So she sighed and gave Lavender the one olive branch that would mean the most. "What are you going to wear?"

In a bit of a mood and without anything left to help her procrastinate, Hermione sulked back to her office. Sure enough, there was a cup of coffee, splash of milk, two sugars, waiting on her desk. She'd heat it up after lunch. Draco, luckily, wasn't there, and she had a few minutes of peace reviewing her reports.

Then she heard the door click close. When she looked over her shoulder, he had his back against it, his expression cautious but otherwise unreadable.

"Hi," he said in a low voice.

"Do we need a muffling charm for this conversation?"

"All I said was hi, Granger," he crossed his arms over his chest, "on the defense already?"

"I can see it on your face," she said, though it was a lie. She couldn't figure out if he was angry or sad or confused. It was the same way she felt after she broke their kiss.

"Why would I be mad? You didn't like that I kissed you, fine, but we should probably talk about it."

She turned in her chair and matched his posture, "what's there to talk about?"

"I…I don't know, are we okay? Because you avoiding me for a week is really making me think we're not and it's not like you."

Hermione scoffed, "how would you know what I'm like?"

His face dropped, and so did his voice, "are you serious?"

"I think you're blowing this out of proportion."

"And I think you need to tell me what's going on. What is actually going on." He groaned and something shifted in his demeanor, she could almost see his walls going back up. "Look, Granger, you don't want to kiss me, that's fine. Trust me, I'm not going to make that mistake twice. You have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is say so."

"Say what?"

His smirk crept back in, "say you didn't want me to kiss you. Say you never want me to kiss you ever again, and I won't. We never have to talk about this."

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I know you, Hermione," he emphasized her name in a way that made her instantly feel vulnerable. "And I know what it looks like when you panic. So I can't help but wonder if there's more to the equation than what I'm seeing."

"I don't want to be in this conversation anymore."

"Too fucking bad, I'm in this situation too. So start saying something."

"Fine! Yes, I… I don't think you and I should…I think that should be the only kiss we have."

He kept his face stoic but she could see something in his eyes dim a bit. "Okay, that's…fine, of course. I just needed to know I wasn't going crazy."

Hermione nodded but couldn't meet his eye, turning back to her reports.

"You free tonight?"

She jumped in her chair, "what?"

"Finishing the extraction? I ran the diagnosis after you…left. I think we're one away.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Mine, seven?

"I'll be there."