Draco Malfoy (POV)

Waking up this morning was such nightmare. I woke up, at about noon the next day, and straight away, I realised Blaise was no longer there.

You have no idea how disappointed I was; don't ask me why I thought Blaise might've stayed, I just did. She'd seemed so serious when we'd slept together last night and I guess I just thought she would've had the decency not to treat it as a one night stand.

Then of course, I had to go home, and the minute Pansy knocked on the door, she nearly screamed in horror. I'll admit, I didn't look my best; how could I when I felt so betrayed, guilty and like crap? There was no need for Pansy just to stand there as though I was a delinquent escaped from St. Mungo's.

So then I went into my house and began looking for the brandy. Pansy must have smelt whiskey on me, because the next thing I knew, she was yelling that I'd been drinking it. Oh the horror.

That was when I nearly let slip that I'd slept with someone; and not just anyone, but Blaise Zabini, Pansy's best friend at Hogwarts. But thankfully, Pansy was either thicker than I thought or she was too busy complaining about the state of me.

She went on and on and on, so eventually I just lost it. I couldn't take it anymore; I actually, for the very first time, wanted to physically hurt my wife. But I kept a lid on that fantasy and eventually she shut up for a change and left the room.

So now, here I am, nursing a large bottle of brandy and thinking about Blaise. And the sex of course. And before you ask, yes she was good in bed. Damn good. Just thinking about it makes me want her even more.

I am beginning to get an idea. I think I'll tidy myself up a bit, and go out again. I'll find Blaise; hopefully she'll be at St Mungo's, that's where she works I think.

Yes, I think I will, then we can talk and maybe we might end up in bed together. Hey, I can dream! Only it might not be dream.

I'm standing outside St Mungo's and I'm more nervous than I've ever been in my life. Pathetic. Me? Draco Malfoy? Nervous? Am I the only one that thinks those words don't go in the same sentence?

But I'm here now, so I may as well go in and say hello.

I walked up to the desk and, flashing a charming smile at the young receptionist behind the desk, I said:

"Hello. I'm looking for someone who works here. Her name's Blaise Zabini. Is she in?"

"I'll just check sir" the receptionist smiled back, and went into the back room.

Several moments later, Blaise herself stepped out.

"Oh!" She gasped, "Draco, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you" I shrugged, thinking it was a mistake coming here.

Blaise turned to the receptionist and muttered something I couldn't hear.

Then she looked back at me and smiled that totally irresistible smile of hers.

"Give me a minute to change out of these robes" she said, "then we can go"

So I waited, and pretty soon, she stepped out of the back room, dressed in ordinary black robes.

"Come on" she said and I followed her out of St Mungo's.

We wandered around Diagon Alley for a while, eventually coming to a stop in the Leaky Cauldron. I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive in case anyone recognised me, but the Leaky Cauldron was dark, crowded and noisy enough for me to blend in.

Blaise took my hand over the table we sat at over in the corner.

"It was nice of you to come see me" she smiled, "I really appreciate it."

"You left in a hurry this morning," I said, quietly, "I didn't get chance to say goodbye."

Her smile froze and she pulled her hand from under mine.

"Sorry" was all she said, and she took a sip of her Butterbeer.

"Blaise, last night –" I began, but she interrupted me.

"Do we have to go through what happened last night Draco?" she said, "I'm ashamed of what I did and I have no desire to relive it"

"I only –" I tried again, but she cut me off.

"Draco I'm not stupid. I know you're married ok? I know you coincidentally forgot to tell me you were married, and you left me with the impression that it was over between you two in any case"

I sat in stunned silence; had I really been that much of a heartless bastard last night?

"I never meant it to sound that way" I said.

"I know you didn't." She said sadly, "But that's how it came out."

"I'd still like to see you" I said hopefully, wishing I could kiss her one more time, just to remind myself what it felt like.

"Oh let's face it" she said "we were caught up in the heat of the moment. If you hadn't been drunk, and I hadn't pushed you into it, then we probably wouldn't have slept together."

"Maybe"

"Definitely"

I looked up into her eyes, and I saw that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I took her hand and pulled her from her seat.

"Where are we going?" she asked warily.

"Somewhere" I replied, and dragged her out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Outside, I led her to the dark shadows of Knockturn Alley. There I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.

Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and I slid my hands inside her robes to the bare skin underneath. She trembled under my touch and I under hers.

To finally kiss her was like all of my dreams coming true at once. In days to come her kisses would come back to haunt me, but just then I was so engrossed in her to even care about the next five minutes.