A/N: I contemplated abandoning the story because I thought no one cared or liked it. . . but I thought against it, so here's the newest chapter. . .

Also, I've forgotten a disclaimer up to this point- I DO NOT own any thing that you recognize from Harry Potter, which belongs strictly to J.K. Rowling and whoever has her permission.

Stay the Night

Chapter 6

The wind whistled against the flat glass of the windows surrounding Draco Malfoy's flat. He was seated at the table, eating his dinner, when the doorbell rang. What in the hell? Who would call after dusk without owling first? Reluctantly, however, he walked to the front door and opened it, only to drop his jaw in utter shock. Naturally, his face became void of any surprise or emotion relatively quickly.

"I'll take that as a hello."

She looked gorgeous with her curly, brown long hair and dark golden eyes. The green specks were brought out by the dark green shirt she was wearing.

And all he could say was damn.

"Damn," Draco said with the impassive face he was infamous for.

"Damn is correct- so aren't you going to be the perfect gentleman that you're known throughout the wizarding world for and invite a lady inside." She smiled unfazed.

"Or I could be the prat you accuse me of and call security on you for a second time today. It would be a record wouldn't it Granger? And I mean Granger with the utmost dislike." Why does Granger have to make everything so complicated? Let sleeping dogs lie, He though bitterly

They just stared at each other for a good minute, before Draco succumbed and opened the door wider. Hermione walked past him rolling her eyes.

"For the owner of Malfoy Enterprises, I would've expected a much larger flat." This remark made Draco annoyed.

"Well see Granger, there are a few reasons for that. One being it is none of your fucking business; two is that you don't know me to know what to expect; and threeyou must have neglected to see the set of stairs right behind that corner." His face was triumphant, having shut the Gryffindor know-it-all up.

"So Malfoy," Hermione started, changing the subject, "why don't we finish the conversation we started earlier today?" She raised her eyebrows, as if initiating a challenge.

"As long as I get to ask a question first." Hermione nodded, skeptical. "Why in the hell do you care so much that you would resort to stalking me in order to find out what a silly little school boy did to you years ago? I mean, I know I'm wonderful and superior to most in the bedroom, but I doubt me shagging your brains out would be the only reason you'd come to find me. In my house. After dusk. Without owling."

"You're one to talk, apparating into my flat in the early morning. At least I used the doorbell. Hey, why did you apparate there in the first place?" She'd never thought about that until just that moment and it posed countless questions in her working mind. Still walking around, she came into the kitchen while speaking to him.

Draco shrugged as he followed her in his own flat. "I own that building. Is it a crime if I want to check up and see if the rumours were true- that the famous Hermione Granger was back in Wizarding London after a three year hiatus?"

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Hermione worked hard to keep her well hidden smirk. "You should keep that gentleman theme going and make me some tea, thank you."

"Well, since I offered," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. He stood up to prepare her tea, and didn't notice her emptying the contents of a potion vial into his glass.

A/N: Review. . .please!. . .Is it just me or are the chapters getting longer!

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