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VIII. Captain Obvious

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"Come on, Granger, let me in," Draco coaxed for the thousandth time—she had also put up spells with the lock and were too advanced for him to get through.

"It's not Granger, Malfoy, it's Potter! My last name is Potter! I'm married to Harry! Please stop trying to seduce me," she said the last part with a bit of a sob.

"You know that won't happen, Hermione, but if you let me in, I promise I won't hit on you anymore today," he said.

There was silence for a few moments and Draco thought she had just stopped talking to him, so he turned to go back to his bed.

Then he heard the lock click and the door open a sliver. "You promise?" she asked softly. He ran back over to the door.

"I just like spending time with you, Hermione, please don't lock me out again, I promise I won't hit on you—today," he said, making sure his promise did not uphold to future days when he planned on having her in his bed.

"All right," she said and let the door swing open. Draco walked through the open door and then hugged Hermione lightly. "See, that wasn't so hard."

Just then a whooshing sound indicated someone travelling by floo to the room. Harry Potter arrived moments later. He walked over to Hermione and threw his arms around her in a loving embrace.

"I've been trying to find you, I came here earlier but Malfoy was here," he said.

"Thanks, Potter," Draco said from the other side of Hermione.

"Wow, holy shit!" Harry said and jumped back from Hermione. "I didn't see you there, Malfoy."

"Nice to see you, too, Potter," Draco said sarcastically and walked back into his room. Hermione heard theTV turn on. She turned back to Harry.

"What do you want?" she asked, clearly irritated.

"What's crawled up your bum? I just wanted to make sure everything was all right, you haven't flooed me since—well, since I told you not to."

"Yes, well, I've been busy," she said distantly.

"It's supposed to be a vacation, Hermione, that means relax, not do work."

"I didn't say I was busy with work, Harry," she said.

"Oh.. Well, I just assumed—"

"Yes, I know, what else would Hermione be busy with? It must be work, because she's Hermione!" she screamed.

"Calm down, Hermione, I didn't mean it that way. Is there something wrong?" he asked, trying to console her by pulling her in close into his strong embrace.

"Everything's wrong," she said. After a moment: "Harry, will you have sex with me?" she asked softly and Harry pulled away a little to look her in the eye. "I don't know, Hermione, you're too distraught right now, it wouldn't make it fun."

"It's not supposed to be fun, it's supposed to me comforting," Hermione said, sobs starting in her throat.

"Well, maybe I can find another way to comfort you," he said.

"No, Harry, just go, I don't want to inconvenience you with your husbandal duties any longer," she said, pulling from his embrace.

"Hermione—"

"No, just go," she sobbed.

Harry looked reluctant but relieved at the same time. He turned and soon was gone.

Tears streamed down Hermione's face as she moved towards her bed. She then felt strong arms embrace her. "I told you to leave."

"No you didn't," said Draco's silky voice.

Hermione turned in his arms and cried into his chest. "He liked it!" she said, crying harder.

"How d'you figure?" Draco asked.

"If he was…really sorry (sniff)—then he would've come in here (another sniff) on his hands and knees…and—and begged for (sniff sniff) forgiveness. But he didn't! He (moan) pretended (clearing throat) like it never—never happened!"

"That means he doesn't feel guilty for it," Draco stated the obvious.

"I know!" she sobbed, hitting her fist against his hard chest. "I know, and—should I tell him that I know?" she looked up to him in question.

"No," he said. "If you want him tell you the truth, you have to wait for him to come to you."

"I don't want to wait," she cried and buried her face back into his chest.

Gods, she was beautiful even when she was crying. Her cheeks got a bit more pink to them, her hair more mussed from grabbing at it in frustration. The tears making trails down her face that he just wanted to kiss away—or lick off.

"He doesn't deserve you," Draco said quickly, voicing his thoughts.

Despite how he was hoping that this would cheer her up, it seemed to only make her cry harder.

"No, it's obviously me who doesn't deserve him. Otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping around with your wife."

"Love, he didn't even want to have sex with you, his wife. Gods woman, if I was married to you and you asked me that, I would be on you in a heartbeat, distraught or no."

"Amazingly enough, that doesn't make me feel better," Hermione said sarcastically.

"I'm just saying that you are a beautiful, desirable witch and if he can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you." He smiled at the flush that entered her cheeks.

"Well, I should probably get some rest," Hermione said.

"Yes, you need rest," Draco said and walked her to her bed. She lay down and Draco lifted the comforter over her. Then he bent down and left a quick peck on her lips. "Goodnight, luv," he said and walked towards the door.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said with a smile and walked back into his room. He realised that it was still light outside and thought he might go for a walk on the beach. Then he thought about the woman in the next room and how she would nee him when she woke up. He settled for watching more television. There was a show on called Lingo. D was the first letter.

Draco! he thought.

It ended up being ditch.

A/N: Yeah! That is where our wonderful title came from. If you don't know what Lingo is then you'll just have to look it up or something because I don't want to explain it.

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