A/N: This is chapter seven! Yay! This song is Come Clean by Hilary Duff.

Parts are slightly graphic, but only where necessary.

Song of the Heart's Embrace

Chapter Seven

Come Clean

Let's go back

Back to the beginning

Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned

'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect

Trying to fit a square into a circle

Was no lie

I defy

Hermione awoke, felling his warm arms wrapped around her, covering her bare breasts, she gasped a feeling of need and snuggled into his chest, arching her back slightly. He thought she was asleep and so, he peeled his arm from her, feeling her nipples erect as he did so. He trailed his hand across them both one last time, biting his bottom lip in annoyance. He needed a shower to relieve his tension.

Let the rain fall down

And wake my dreams

Let it wash away

My sanity

Draco stood still, letting the water fall down, trickling down his chest into his navel and through his hair and down his back. Draco didn't bother to move the hair from his eyes as it slid sloppily down, dripping frequently from each strand. He shook his hair like a dog, but gave up.

He hated her so much, yet he didn't want anything but her.

He must be going mad.

Hermione poured a drink into a glass and drank from it deeply and steadily. She finished the glass and went to fill it with water, instead she cupped her hands and threw them under the steady trickle before splashing it onto her face.

She wiped her face with her sleeve and shook her head. She folded her arms across her chest as if in remembrance of the confusion that had reigned the previous night. She walked to the fridge and opened it, still keeping one arm across her chest. She pulled out the butter and put it on a plate, setting it on the table. She placed two plates next to one another and set two knives to them. With a long pause, she put the toaster on.

She took a breath, clearing her head, that sort of thing and walked to her bathroom, slipping the door open, only to be confronted by a completely naked Draco, attempting to dry his hair. She sighed and entered the room, she took the towel from him and rubbed at his hair.

"It's alright, I didn't look," she said as he wrapped a towel around his waist, but she smiled knowing he had believed her pathetic lie. "I've put some toast on, so if you get dressed you can come join me…" she said, finishing to dry his hair and folding her arms across her chest.

He nodded to her and ran a hand through his nearly dry hair, smiling pathetically at her.

Hermione walked back into the kitchen and sighed as she heard a knock at the front door, after hurriedly putting the toast on the plates she walked through the front room to the front door and opened it, guilt flooding over her.

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder

I wanna scream

Let the rain fall down

I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

She felt like screaming at them to leave, she didn't want them here, she only wanted him.

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed, wrapping her warm arms around Hermione in a friendly hug.

Hermione couldn't stay mad long.

"Hermione!" said Harry, kissing her cheek before hugging her tightly.

"Sorry, if we've intruded… we haven't have we?" asked Ginny.

"Well not much, we were just about to eat…"

"We?" Harry questioned.

That could only mean one thing.

Hermione had been wrong about Ron, he hadn't rushed to tell them, but this meant she had to.

"Hermione? Is there someone there?" asked the other half of the we.

"It's a man?" asked Ginny, winking at Harry, making Hermione wince, which Harry saw.

"It's just Harry and Ginny," Hermione sighed loudly to him.

"I'll take my food to the room then?" the voice said, and she heard the sound of cutlery against crockery.

"No, Draco, you stay there, I need some food anyway. How about a drink?" Hermione asked the shocked faces calmly.

I'm shedding

Shedding every colour

Trying to find a pigment of truth

Beneath my skin

Ginny and Harry watched as their best friend sat calmly next to the youngest Malfoy. Harry was searching Draco's gestures, his body language, trying to find a pigment of truth beneath his pale, secretive skin. Hermione had stopped blushing and she was sipping her coffee calmly.

"Why's he here again?" asked Ginny through gritted teeth.

"He can hear you, Ginny," Hermione said, placing the toast between her teeth. "He's got nowhere else to stay."

"And you let him stay here why?" Ginny said, shocked that the girl in front of her- former head girl, former enemy of the Slytherin she sat next to.

"Because she has a heart," said Draco, speaking for the first time and shocking Harry with his warm, calm voice.

"Everyone has a heart Malfoy, and I wasn't talking to you…" Ginny growled.

"You're all my guests and I want you to get on…" Hermione said, noticing how silent Harry had been.

She could tell in Harry's eyes that he was thinking, and she knew it was one of those rare moments where Harry Potter actually though before he spoke.

"I think we know Malfoy's not going to hurt Hermione, Ginny, he did fight for us against his father remember?" Harry said and Hermione smiled, nodding a small thank you.

Ginny didn't take this well, she frowned, shaking her head and refusing to acknowledge the "intruder".

"Will you be staying for lunch?" asked Hermione kindly, lacing her hand in Draco's under the table and squeezing it hard, to which he realised that this must be infuriating her a lot.

'Cause different

Doesn't feel so different

And going out is better

Then always staying in

Feel the wind

At lunchtime they went out to eat, Hermione had chosen to eat in a small muggle restaurant near the leaky cauldron. Hermione had expected someone to protest happy when no one did.

However, Ginny found it odd that Draco had merely nodded when they suggest they eat at a muggle restaurant. Harry realised that this bothered Ginny more than it did Draco.

Just to stir things up Harry sat next to Draco and opposite Hermione at the restaurant, making it impossible for Ginny to ignore Draco.

"So you two aren't together are you?" asked Harry cautiously.

"Oh No!" Hermione exclaimed laughing gently.

"If I'm not mistaken we still hate each other…" Draco murmured.

"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed, although if someone had asked she wouldn't be able to deny that that statement had hurt, Draco would have agreed with her, and Harry saw this.

Let the rain fall down

And wake my dreams

Let it wash away

My sanity

Draco pulled Hermione to him as they lay calmly in the bed, Hermione had her head resting gently on Draco's bare chest. She was breathing rather unsteadily and Draco knew something was wrong.

"Hermione, what is it?" he stated gently.

"I must be going mad…" she mumbled.

"Why's that?" he yawned.

"I'm starting to not hate you…" she said, holding her breath.

She jumped as he started to laugh.

"I only said that before because Potter and Weasel were there… I don't hate you that much Hermione, but I think we both know it will take a long time to rid that hate…" Draco said slowly.

Hermione pulled herself up slightly and very gently kissed him half on the cheek, half on the lips, then she turned around, his arm around and she very discretely moved so that his arm rested across her breasts.

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder

I wanna scream

Let the rain fall down

I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

Hermione's dream that night filled her with guilt.

Draco wrapped his arms around her body, whispering into her ear, his breath warm and clammy against her neck. He had slowly undone her top, slipping his hand across her breaths and his fingers pounded a rhythm across her nipples, his hips grinding on hers, making her scream with delight. Then he slipped her hand down his trousers and she stroked him over and over, filling herself with pleasure, and then he had brought that pleasure to her, thrusting the pleasure into her, making her scream as his tongue danced across her nipples.

This dream had awoken her in a cold sweat, her whole body shaking, she looked at the seemingly innocent face of Draco, his arm still draped loosely across her now erect nipples. Hermione slipped out of the bed and to the bathroom, before she could even look at the state of confusion she was in, she had to bend over into the toilet and empty her nervous stomach.

Draco had heard this and rushed into the bathroom, wide-awake now. His face was overridden by confusion and worry as he knelt by her and pulled her to his chest, rocking her back and forth.

I'm coming clean

Let the rain fall

Let the rain fall

I'm coming clean

"Draco?" Hermione questioned, looking at him as she licked her lips.

"Yes?" he replied, looking up from a book, his eyes penetrating into hers, like in her dream.

"Actually never mind," Hermione said standing up. "However, while I'm up do you want a drink?"

Let the rain fall down

And wake my dreams

Let it wash away

My sanity

Draco had awoken in the night to relieve his own dream in the bathroom. He had even had a quick shower to clean himself.

When he saw realise Hermione was acting nervous around him, he though maybe she had been awake, but then he realised, she couldn't have been, because she had been moaning herself, like a bad dream.

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder

I wanna scream

Let the rain fall down

I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

Hermione leant against the fridge as she brought out the milk, wanting to scream.

"Malfoy!" she shouted.

"Yes, Granger?" he answered in the exact same cold tone she had used.

"Do you want sugar?"

she hated him so much, how could she ever have believed she liked him. She was a Mudblood, he was Draco Malfoy, like it was in first year, like it was back at the beginning.

Let's go back

Back to the beginning

A/N: I apologise if anyone found the graphic parts offensive, but you can probably tell they were necessary, however I hope I didn't go overboard, but the next chapter shouldn't be graphic.

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