Lustful Intentions

By: Le Noir de Adhara

.L.u.S.t.

A/N: This is dedicated to Hatusu, since she helps me get the characters together and is just the perfect friend through sunshine or a rainy day.

.L.u.S.t.

Hermione woke to the sound of the doorbell. She thumped her head on the nightstand as she fell out of bed; her legs were entangled in the sheets.

She groaned and checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was frizzy, sticking up at odd angles here and there. She had bags under her eyes from working last night, and she was paler than usual. Hermione was going to kill whoever this guy (or girl) was.

Hermione placed upon her person a yellow dressing gown and trampled through the hall to the living room and entry way. She wrenched the door open and came face to face with Draco Malfoy.

She rolled her eyes exasperatedly and swore. "Why are you here? What time is it?"

"It's eleven. I didn't get you up did I? I know you have the nightshift this week." Ah, bless him. He sounds sorry that he woke her up. Best to cut him some slack then.

"Yeah, actually, you did. Come on in." She opened the door a little wider and he stepped inside. "You can make some coffee in the kitchen; I'll go change."

"Okay," he replied, just stopping himself from saying instead, "But I like you in what you're wearing. Or better yet, I'd like you in nothing at all."

Ten minutes later, the coffee had perked, Hermione had tamed her hair and changed into sweats and a tee-shirt, and they were both sitting at the kitchen table. Draco looked completely at ease in his black cloak and gray shirt with black slacks and Hermione looked groggy.

"How was your shift last night?"

"Awful. You know why they have a night shift in the Children's Ward?" Draco shook his head. "Because they keep getting cases of Dragon Pox. We're so full right now; I'm surprised we're not shipping some cases out to other countrieswith other magical hospitals."

"And that's it?"

"No, Rhonda Milliards brought in her three kids. Apparently they got hold of a wand; one was green with a tongue as long as a frog's, another was orange and had steam coming out of his ears, and the last one had been turned completely into rabbit but without the fluffy tail."

"Did the kid have a tail?"

Hermione nodded her head. "It had one like a dog's."

"Ouch. No wonder you're tired. Maybe I shouldn't have come."

"Oh, no, don't worry Draco. I have to get up at three just to wake up enough. I'll go and have a cat nap, and if I have to, I'll make a pepper-up potion."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. So how did your day go yesterday?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I filled out some paperwork, sent some orders by owl, fired a couple of people, shouted at some more, filled out yet again more paperwork, shouted a little bit more, and went to a muggle pub where I was stared at." Sure, it was a little white lie (there wasn't anybody in the pub to stare at him), but there was that chick!

Hermione giggled. "I can see why!"

"Yeah. I bet you can," Draco dryly remarked.

"Did you meet anyone interesting at the pub?"

"Uh, yes. There was a girl there."

Hermione smirked. "You picked her up, didn't you?"

Draco's brow furrowed. "If you want to put it like that, yes," he responded slowly.

"What was her name?"

"Harmony Gueringer." Oh, and what a name to remember. It reminded him of the woman's in front of him.

Hermione thought for a moment; the name sounded familiar to her. She shifted through memories of her childhood. "Oh! She used to be my best friend! But then she moved when she was eight, and I was nine, to Scotland. She's a muggle through and through."

"Oh, really?" Damn, he had a one-night stand with one of her friends. Albeit, Harmony was a friend that Hermione hadn't seen in many years.

"Yes, we haven't seen each other since then. I doubt I'll ever try and catch up with her; sometimes it's better to remember the past, but keep it out of the future."

Draco nodded in agreement. "We... had an... evening together."

Hermione snorted. "You mean you slept with her and didn't enjoy it."

Her companion winced, causing Hermione to laugh. She hadn't felt this awake or happy in a while. Maybe she should try getting only six hours of sleep more often. It seemed to work for her.

"I have reason to believe she enjoyed it very much. I'm just glad I 'forgot' to leave her my address. I'd rather leave that experience in the past."

The girl was smirking! The nerve! She was the one who hadn't allowed him to enjoy it in the first place!

"Oh well. It'll get better with the next slut. Oops, I meant girl."

Draco cast a knowing glance on her person. "You meant exactly what you said the first time, and for your information, the girls I take to my bed are not sluts."

"Oh, so you admit to being one yourself?"

"I never did any such-" he looked into her twinkling brown eyes and realized a very important fact. "You're teasing me."

"Of course!"

"Why?"

"Because you're very teasable."

"'Teasable'? Is that even a word?"

"Not that I know of; that's a very un-Hermione-ish thing for me to say. Usually I am 'oh-so-grammar-correct,' according to Fred and George Weasley."

"Well, bugger Fred and George Weasley. I happen to think that's exactly what you do all the time."

Hermione pointed a finger at him, "Now, I'll have you know, I've never used any exact slang term in my life."

Draco smirked, "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to point?"

"Don't change the subject; and besides, she told me that the rule was lifted when you were conversing with an arrogant git."

"You just used a slang term."

"Yippee for me."

"And I'm not arrogant."

Hermione took a good, long hard look at him. "No, you're just conceited."

"Hey! I am not conceited!" Draco protested.

"No? Cut your hair tomorrow."

"What!" he yelped.

"You heard me. I'd tell you to dye it, but that'd betaking things to the extreme."

Draco sighed. "How short?"

"You mean you're actually going to do it?"

"If it'll convince you that I'm not conceited, I will."

"Just trim it neatly."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope," she answered.

"Okay, fine. Anyway, I need to go now. I have an appointment with Blaise Zabini later."

"Oh, really? Tell him I said 'hello.'"

"Okay, I will, Hermione." Both of them stood up. He put his mug in the sink and turned to her. "We'll get together sometime later this week, how's that?"

"That'll be fine. Bye Draco." Hermione wrapped him in a tight hug which caught him by surprise. He slowly relaxed into it and hugged her back. When they broke apart, he gave her one last smile and disapparated with a Pop!

Hermione glanced at her clock to see that it was after twelve. 'Some lunch is in order,' she thought.

.L.u.S.t.

Well, how do you like that? First, you guys get two chapters in a day, and thenmany days later you get another one!

To answer a review from someone who I can't get the name to at the moment, it's merely coincidence that Draco met someone who was like Hermione. It's coincidence still that Hermione knows her, as you found out in this chapter. I couldn't resist adding a little "reminder" of Hermione and how she's creeping into his mind.

Hatusu: Yes, Hermione is way too trusting, but we'll see how that unravels pretty soon. I'm glad you think Draco's funny. I never noticed until you mentioned it. Here's your update, and I expect you post ASAP!

The next couple of chapters will mostly be about character development, to give you guys a heads-up. We might even see the prophecy. I said might!

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