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V. The Spell and Hiccups

"Draco, what are you doing?"

As Draco caught Hermione in the hall that went between the kitchen and the dining room, he finally decided that she needed to know the truth; she needed to know who he really was.

As her soft body was smashed against the wall by his hard one, he bent and whispered three words into her ear.

"I hate it."

"Hate what?" Hermione asked, concern falling over her features, hoping it wasn't Caleb that he hated.

"I hate our relationship," he said firmly, holding her immobile against the wall.

"I knew it," Hermione said, a small cry tearing from her throat. "I knew you couldn't possibly love me—"

"I do love you," he said. "I hate our relationship."

"Please make sense, Draco," she said, not uncomfortable with the position they were in.

"I hate it," he started again. "It's the same thing every day, it's monotonous, routine, I—I hate it! I don't want a scheduled time of the day that we go out, a certain place where we can kiss, certain days that we make love. I want a relationship without all of that rigidity. I want to be able to do this when I want," he said softly, staring down at her mouth before pressing his slightly against hers, waiting for her to refuse. When she sighed softly he took that as motive to continue and soon he was plundering her mouth, taking what he wanted but giving in return.

He pulled away before things could get out of hand. "I want you right now, Hermione, but I can wait until tonight if you wish it."

Hermione looked deep into his desire-filled eyes. "How do I know you've really changed?" she asked.

"I can show you," he said.

"How?"

"The spell," he said softly. "You remember what I turned into before, don't you?"

Hermione fought down the painful memory. "Yes," she said.

"So," he said happily, backing away from her. "Do the spell."

Hermione hesitantly pulled her wand out of her robes, hoping he wasn't what he had been before. She muttered the incantation with closed eyes.

When she opened her lids, she saw just Draco standing there and thought that she had missed.She thenlooked closer and saw the subtle changes in his features. He was shorter, more boyish. His features less harsh, softer angles than his usual aristocratic ones. But what go her was the eyes; they were smouldering with passion, desire and love.

A cry tore from her throat as she reversed the spell.

"A far cry from before, eh?" he said.

"Very," she said in a soft squeak.

In a moment she was back in his embrace, back against the wall, a silent question in his eyes.

To his question, she nodded. "Take me, Draco. I want you, too."

"Not here," he said. "Surely you must want a bed."

"No, Draco, here. I'm sick of it as well, I enjoy feeling desired without spells and it makes it so much more exciting in a hall rather than in a boring old bed."

Draco was getting turned on by her words and he was already incredibly hard. He looked around. "There isn't much room on the floor—"

She grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Draco, I want it against the wall. We've never done it that way before, but I'm sure we'll manage."

Draco smirked. "Milady, you are naughty."

"As are you, Milord," she said, pulling off his buttons one by one and tearing his shirt free of his pants.

Draco once more caught her lips as he slipped the straps of the green sundress she wore off her shoulders and pushed it to her hips. He kneaded and skimmed his fingers across her breasts, watching in delight as the sensitive nipples hardened with anticipation.

"Whatcha doing?" came a bright voice from down the hall. The fog in Draco's mind cleared as he noticed his daughter. He hastily shoved Hermione's dress back up to cover her. "Caleb's crying for mummy," Jaz said.

Hermione gasped and tore away from Draco, fixing her dress straps as she walked through the dining room towards the stairs.

Jaz walked up to Draco and pulled on his pant leg. "What were you and mummy doing?" she asked.

Oh gods, he wasn't ready to have a sex talk with his three year old. "We were, er…she had the hiccups. I was helping her get rid of them."

"Mmmkay!" she smiled brightly and Draco was damned glad she believed him. She was too smart for her age. "Can you take me for a ride on Blackie?" she asked.

"Sure honey, can you give me about five minutes though, I need to take a shower." A cold one. "You can have Jack help you until I get out there."

"Mmmkay!" she smiled again and walked out the doors to the stable that held her little mare, Blackie.

A/N: Damn, why did Jaz have to come along and interupt them?

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