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Chapter Seven- Payment
"So what of lunch, luv?" Draco asked as they exited the phone booth.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Well I would love to have you, but I suppose we should eat food first," he said with a smirk.

"Sex driven males and their damn hormones," she muttered.

"What? I am not sex driven," Draco defended sarcastically.

Hermione just giggled and shook her head. Draco stared at her, thinking that her giggle had become even more sexy since school.

Hermione caught the stare and blushed.

"What?" she asked.

"That giggle," he said. "I love it."

Hermione just looked at him blankly. "Huh?"

"Never mind," he said. "Do you want to go get something now?"

"Yeah, food is good," Hermione said. "Then we can have… dessert."

"That sounds incredible," Draco said.

"What the hell, Bill?" Ron screamed as he ran into Bill's office.

"What?" he asked, confused as to what was happening.

"Why is Malfoy with Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Because he is completely in love with her," Bill explained.

"What? She's mine. I'm in love with her," Ron said.

Bill just laughed and shook his head. "You don't love her, Ron. You have a crush on her, that is the reason that you could never get her in school. When it's love, you have more courage to go after what you want. In Draco's case, he drove to France, told her he loved her and now they are dating. Sorry man, but she's his now."

Ron listened the whole time to every word that his brother said. "No, you're wrong. I am in love with her, I just haven't had the time to tell her."

Ron bailed Harry out of jail later that day. They spent a few hours scheming on how to get their best girlfriend away from the enemy, and near the end they had, what they thought to be, a fool proof plan.

Kill Draco.

Alas, there good sense kicked in on time and they realized the rashness of the plan. Killing him could, or rather would, result in a lot of jail time. Neither wanted that. So instead, they thought to break them up would be the easiest route. A few well placed lies here and there and… the rest was self explanatory.

"Draco," Hermione asked as he held up a blue bra. "What's this doing in your apartment?"

"I had a girl over a few nights ago."

"What?" Hermione asked, her face blanched.

"I'm joking, love," he said smiling. "It's actually your jumper. I charmed it a bit. I think you'll look much better in it now."

Hermione groaned as she reversed the spells to reveal her favorite article of clothing. "Much better," she sighed as she slipped it on over her tank top.

"Why put it on, when it will be coming off?" Draco asked sultrily.

"I don't plan on taking if off," she said stubbornly.

"Why?" he asked, annoyed.

"Because," she said.

"Because is not a reason," Draco said walking to her and starting to remove her jumper.

"No!" she complained.

"Did you drive three hours just to argue with me?" Draco asked.

"No, I drove these three hours to get my jumper back."

"And I said for a price," he smirked.

Hermione fished out a silver sickle from her jeans. She placed it in his hand and couldn't resist a smile.

"I don't want your money," he said, placing it back in her hand.

"What do you want then?" she asked, placing the coin back in her pocket.

"Why must we play these childish games. You know what I want," he said.

"Do I?" she asked, twirling her hair.

"Well, if you don't then I must show you," he smiled.

"Fuck you," she growled—an innuendo to the other writer implied in the comment.

"Please," he said with a smile.

"Well that was predictable."

"Well what else am I supposed to say?"

"Something that hasn't already been said in… let's see… Wedding Night, Slytherin War, Pageant, Luck of the Irish, Luck of the Irish, Luck of the Irish again, and… Say something novel. Something new. Something unsaid and unwritten."

"Well then, how about you stop using vulgar language against me so I don't have to come up with similar comebacks, because even though you intend it to be reproving, I enjoy the spunk in my woman."

Hermione scoffed, "Your woman?"

"Can we please just sever this insipid conversation, you're so loquacious!"

"Stop using Ms. Terry-Carlson's, of Walled Lake Central, vocab lists! It's so… it's so… it's so vexing! Please curtail this effusion of ardent speech—take a hiatus, a respite. Pacify your temerity and become reticent. This inane action must stop or else we shall become and old querulous couple before our time. Let's revert to vernacular now."

"Gladly, woman," he said.

"Good. I thought I would have to accost—err—yell at you again!"

"Dear Gods, can we just have sex now?" he breathed.

Hermione simply smiled. "Was that our deranged version of foreplay?"

"No vocab words," he growled.

"That wasn't."

"Wasn't what, foreplay? Because if you want some you need that damned jumper off first," he advanced on her and began to pull it off.

As the jumper was taken off Hermione tried to better explain. "I meant our fight. Some couples fight, but then have sex. Are we going to be like that?"

"Only if you want, dear," he said. "And I know what you meant."

Draco scooped her up and threw her onto the middle of his bed. He crawled over to her and left a small kiss on her lips. Then he smirked. "Time to pay."

"No, you're not done yet. Three hours drive plus the hour that I worked…"

"Ten minutes…"

"So I'm rounding," she said huffily.

"Hermione, that's four times already and it's almost dinner time," he practically whined.

"Draco Malfoy, turning down chess, who would've thought?"

"Come on, you've beat me all four times," he said. "I don't want to play again."

Hermione got up from the table and wrapped the sheet tighter around her naked body.

"Yes, I beat you four times, that means you have to do whatever I say for four hours," Hermione said, trying to suppress her smirk.

"And what is it you want me to do?" he asked coyly.

"Cook dinner," she said.

Draco's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Naked," she amended.

"You want me to cook dinner naked?"

"Isn't that what I said?" she asked rhetorically.

"Fine, what do you want?" he asked.

"Bacon," she laughed.

"Bacon? Naked?" he asked frantically.

"Mmhmm," she said as she walked up to him and put her hand on his cheek. She kissed him softly then with her other hand, tore off the sheet around his waist. "Dinner, bacon, naked," she ordered. She turned him around, stark naked, and pushed him into the kitchen.

"Menace," he complained, but did as he was told.

Amazingly enough, Draco didn't burn himself—too much. He finished cooking the bacon and Hermione said that now she needed lettuce and tomatoes so she could have BLT's. Draco had never heard of this before, but figured it would be worth a try.

Turns out he did enjoy it and after dinner, Hermione looked at her watch.

"Two and a half hours left, what shall I do with that time?" she asked herself wistfully. "I know! Have you ever seen 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?" she asked Draco.

Draco's eyes narrowed, meaning 'I don't want to watch a damn muggle movie, I want to have sex.'.

Hermione smirked. "That's a two and a half hour movie," she said. "Want to watch it?"

"You know I don't," he said, his voice very close to being angry.

"All right, we'll watch it some other time. Do you want to got to the park? No? The zoo! No? We could go sightseeing," she put in.

"Damn it, woman, I want to have sex!"

"What is with men and wanting to have sex all the time?" she complained. Draco just let out a growl and picked her scantily clad body up and carried her into the bedroom.

"We're supposed to be doing what I say," she said.

"Yes, and when you scream out 'more, harder, faster,' I'll do just that," he said with a smirk.

Hermione found herself tossed back into the middle of the bed and then felt Draco's body sink into hers.

"Fine but since I'm the one who is supposed to be ordering you around… Draco, kiss me!"

Draco's mouth crushed hers with all of the passion he could muster.

When they pulled apart, slightly breathless, Hermione looked up at Draco.

"All right, do what you want to me," she said, giving out a sarcastic huff.

"Thank you!" he said, pushing his full lips against her again.

And Draco was right. When she screamed out the orders, he did exactly as she commanded.

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