She wasn't able to fully appreciate dinner, what with the constant distractions and all.

There was the fact that she was greeted by Draco Malfoy wearing blue jeans. Light blue, denim, muggle jeans that even had the muggle name brand sewed on the back on his pants in thick brown leather. She nearly fainted at how well they shaped around his bum and at how…masculine he looked. His Auror uniform and semi-formal business attire was always drool inducing, but seeing him in muggle jeans and a simple black cotton shirt just made her center clench unwillingly.

Next was that he seemed to be overly handsy. She came to terms knowing Draco was rather keen on constant touching, either giving or receiving, but tonight was bloody maddening. He had prepared steak and made her take a small sampling taste of the sauce to pair with the vegetables. His fingers rested softly under her chin as she swiped her tongue over her lips to catch any remaining sauce, but his thumb quickly gathered the sauce before she could. With one quick swipe she wasn't sure even happened, Draco's thumb had left her lips then entered in his own mouth. Her heart was racing and the smirk he wore didn't help the heat that shot inside her stomach.

Then came the actual dinner, where he came to sit by her, which was not totally abnormal seeing as that's how they sit at breakfast now. The distraction was when Draco opted to rest his own hand on Hermione's thigh, instead of her hand resting on his thigh. His palm expanded widely, the tip of his pinky moving dangerously close to the crease where her thigh and mound joined. There were a few times where he'd squeeze her leg while she spoke, she thinks purposely, because each time he did it, he would ever so slightly grin when she stuttered in speech.

Soon after, dessert followed. Hermione, thoroughly shocked that he included a sweet treat for their casual dinner, made a comment about the efforts.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to outdo me. I guess I'll have to step it up for breakfast now."

Draco smiled, returning with a bowl and two spoons of ice cream from Florean Fortescue's. A speciality pint of raspberry cheesecake ice cream.

"Not trying to outdo you, just wanting to give you something you deserve." He said a bit more soft spoken. Hermione swallowed, the ice cream sitting atop her stomach that threatened to come back up at the too sweet words spoken. Inhaling and holding a breath, she stared at his profile, the unmarked side facing her.

"For being such a wonderful healer?" She said, coming out as a joke but specifically using the words to see his response. Draco looked away from the bowl and turned to fully face her. His scar was a delicate pink now, having healed nicely and the way it shot across his silver eye made her lose her breath.

"Amongst other things." He replied calmly, the deep tone of his voice making her shiver, but she would blame the ice cream.

And the shiver, fuck, that shiver was just the last straw. Especially because she wore that bra. She shouldn't have listened to Ginny, it was actually her fault. The Extraordinaire was everything Ginny had said it'd be. A push up bra that felt like a flimsy bralette. Intriguing magic really, but the main point was that it did everything for the size of her breasts, and nothing to hide her nipples should she be cold or…aroused. Because as soon as she shivered, Draco's eyes glanced down, not even bothering to hide what he was doing.

His mouth parted as he stared and when he dragged his eyes back up to Hermione's frozen face, he lifted a brow that paired with a knowing smirk. Draco's hand moved under her thigh, the one his hand hadn't left all night, and lifted it up and over his own leg, then proceeded to eat their shared bowl of ice cream.

There Hermione sat with her left leg hitched over his leg, hand still on her thigh while he ate their ice cream like it was the most normal situation and body placement. She moved her hair to the front of her shirt, covering her hardened nipples then proceeded to eat the dessert with him.

And when it came time to finally remove his eye for the night, his hands slithered up under her shirt, massaging her skin with his warm touches and drags of his fingertips. He'd let them dig into her back muscles and teeter over the clasp of her bra, almost testing to see if she'd tell him to stop or let him continue. She was just finishing cleaning his eye socket when he spoke.

"Doesn't it bother you?" He questioned, still touching her skin, at least now just holding her sides. Her immediate answer was yes, you bother me with your sexual touches and meaningful words.

"Does what bother me?" She asked instead, thinking he was going to refer to something else.

"My eye. The hole in my head?" He asked and she frowned.

"Why would it bother me? I'm a Healer in the surgical trauma unit. I've seen far worse than an eye socket." She explained casually, putting the materials away. His hand splayed flat on her back, pulling her closer, corralling her to his body. She turned her attention back to him, unable to distinguish his reaction to her words as thoughtful or bizarre.

"Suppose you're right. I think if it were anyone else that saw me like this they would gag at the sight." He replied. She furrowed her brows, her hands limply resting to her sides.

"I don't think so. People would just need to get used to it eventually." She said and Draco brought his hand to rest between her shoulder blades, fingertips pushing into her skin. A tender touch.

"Like you did?" He asked quieter. There was an obvious ulterior meaning. Hermione had been used to his appearance since the day she healed his mangled face. Draco was inquiring whether or not she was used to him. Not injured Draco but Draco the person. She nearly gave him a stupid look, confused why he would be asking when she's kissed him, openly reacted positively to his touches and found herself relaxed amidst his company.

Used to him? It was more than that. She was comfortable with him. Untroubled. Sure, she would grow nervous at times but everything was rather easy with him. Surprisingly.

With a silent nod and a smile that showed most prominently through her eyes, Hermione allowed herself to stare at him, truly stare at him. Not the scar, or the empty socket that he seemed content to leave uncovered around her. But just him and his porcelain skin, the angle of his jaw, the pink of his lips and the curve of his cupid's bow.

Draco did the same, trying to make sense of her expressions with attentive focus. When her eyes lifted to his, he continued his exploration, unbothered that he was gazing. It was a tad amazing to him, to literally see her everyday and still not feel tired of the freckles on her nose or the deep pink of her lips. Granger was someone he was always aware of, it was hard to ignore her with a loud, confident mouth and a hair that resembled the mane of a lion. But he had noticed her more in the moments she was quiet, introspective and when she was trying to be discreet about her staring even though he was constantly aware of her wandering and pensive eyes.

When he finally met her line of vision, Hermione's cheeks were rosy, skin sweltering under his touch. He grinned, just on one side of his face but she caught it regardless. Draco leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck. The feather-like touch made her inhale deeply, her hands at least grabbing hold of him, a gentle grip on his shoulders.

"Did you want to listen to one of the audiobooks?" He mumbled into her neck, moving to kiss the front of her throat. His nails softly scratched down her back and she fought to urge to lean into him further.

"I—It's up to you." She whispered, eyes fluttering when his teeth gnawed on her neck. She felt him shrug lazily under her hands.

"We can, if you'd like that." He said but didn't stop his delicate kisses. Her fingers curled around his shirt when his tongue skimmed over the bulge of her artery. She tried to hold back the shudder, but with his nails scratching and his lips moving, it was hard not to let it all go. Something she assumed was his goal.

"I—" She began but was even sure where her sentence was going. Or where she wanted it to go. Draco trailed his kiss upwards, reaching to the spot just under her ear that made her stop thinking all together. A whimpering noise escaped into the air and Hermione frustratingly turned her head, needing to actually feel his mouth on hers.

Under her hands, his shoulders relaxed. She felt a large exhale released and swallowed it like a barren desert receiving it's first drop of rain. Their lips molded over one another, precise movements that kept it slow and determined. Hermione was lost, her body sizzling with happiness when his arms tightened around her, needing her closer. She eagerly obliged, pushing her body into his, opening her mouth wider to receive more of him.

Draco made a gratifying noise, diving his tongue into her mouth and exchanging licks and strokes. A heat flooded his abdomen, and within a second, Hermione Granger had fisted his hair and angled his head up to fight for dominance in his mouth. Screw the heat, it was a bloody forest fire.

He stood from the stool, an offensive shriek filling the air but neither noticed or cared. Draco turned and pinned her back into the kitchen island, leaning over her to reclaim possession. Hermione groaned, a hand moving to his jaw to memorize the movement of him kissing her, storing it in her brain to relive at another time.

Both pulled away with a smack, two seconds of heavy breathing shared before their mouths forcefully met again. A beautiful hum vibrated against Hermione's chest. Draco took his good arm from under her shirt and fiddled with the hem of her jeans until his fingers dug under the material and his fingertips dung into the round flesh of her arse. He ate her gasps, closing his lips over her tongue.

His bare hand on her bum pushed their lower halves together. She could faintly feel his hard length pushing up against his jeans and into her stomach. Her center squeezed on air, throbbing for attention, slick in her knickers. Her body was aching, his hand still firmly grasping her backside and then he faintly, almost barely noticeably, grinded his hips into her.

A pathetic whimper flowed into his mouth, her cunt quivered and Draco lowly moaned. His hips pushed into hers, more rhythmically, a motion so confident Hermione almost laughed at how much he was withholding from her all this time.

Draco pulled away, continuously pushing his hips into hers, anxious for the second she pushed back up into him. As soon as she was ready, he would be frantic, more than he already was. Lips found her pulse point again, sucking and biting this time, excited to leave marks and hear her breathy sighs. He removed his hands from her trousers and took her hands off him, struggling a bit with his restricted arm.

Hermione's eyes were near black, lips swelling and cheeks red. She looked a bit crazy, like she just fell down a ditch and walked back uphill. He grinned, loving the way she looked uninhibited.

"Get on the counter." He mumbled, resting his forehead on hers.

Hermione wordlessly braced her hands behind her, hoisting her body up and being amazed that she was now only taller than Draco by less than half an inch. He spread her legs open, stepping into her center and kissing her neck again. Hands flew to his hair, alternating between pulling, scratching his neck or grabbing onto his back. There was so much of him, so much she hadn't discovered, and she really wanted to feel every part of him possible.

She grew nervous when his hand moved under her shirt, tickling her stomach and sides. Hermione could feel his grin as he kissed her ear, only when she'd squirm because his fingers were teasing too much. His palm brushed the outside of her bra, causing her to hold a breath and unconsciously push into the way of his hand. Draco splayed his palm to cup the side of her breast, thumb rubbing over the swell.

Hermione was breathing hard, pulling him closer to her neck while lifting her chest upwards. A tiny breath blew past her lips and Draco finally took his hand and grabbed her breast, licking over the skin he had bruised on her neck.

"Mmm." She mumbled, wrapping one leg over his hip. Draco came back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, fervently. Their tongues swiped across their lips each other, breathing each other's air, conjoining their noises. His hand continued massaging his breast over her bra, squeezing every so often to capture her moans and gasps.

Pulling away with a smack, Draco's skin was growing pink and his lips almost inconspicuously turned upwards. Hands pulled at her shirt, his blue eye wordlessly pleading with her. Both hands pushed the material up, his casted hand rubbing into her back awkwardly. Her heart pounded hard and she kept her eyes on the spot between his eyebrows, too afraid to look at him directly as she took matters into her own hands and crossed her arms to pull off her top.

Her curls suffocated her face as her head came out of the shirt hole. Hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, Draco raised his hand to push her curls away. The action was slow, his fingertips just touching her shoulders. She held her breath, watching his stare magnetized to her chest.

She watched him swallow, then his mouth part, close and part again. Her hands clenched as she rested them on the island beside her hips, anxious for his next move. Slowly, his hand raised and he gently cupped her breast.

"Fucking hell, Granger." He mumbled, pushing and pulling the flesh. His stared darted up to her, his legs bringing him closer. "Put my other eye in? Please?"

She blinked, sucking in a breath when his thumb brushed over her erect nipple.

"I—What?" She questioned, lost in the sensation of his hand groping her.

"Put my other eye in, just for a bit. I want to see you better." He pleaded, kissing her once and leaving his lips to linger over hers. "Please?"

"Where is it?" She quietly asked, her breath hitching when his thumb pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing her nipple to the cooler air.

Draco reached over to grab the small container his eye was in then handed it to her.

"Just—just for a bit. Don't want to give you a headache." She told him and he smiled when it was properly inserted.

"Whatever you say Healer Granger." He grinned and she was lost in handsome features. His eyes moved over her body, his grin widening when he looked back up at her. "Gods you're beautiful."

Hermione was stunned to silence, his mouth was on her in an instant. His groans transferred onto her tongue.

"Where did you get this?" He mumbled, his lips kissing her ear. Hermione's eyes shut as he slipped a strap down her shoulder.

"A s-store for…intimates." She sighed, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to her chest. He nipped just above the material of the cup, tongue dipping out to lap at her nipple. Hermione's thighs shook as she tightened her hold on his hips.

"When did you buy it?" He questioned, his voice attractively low.

She stayed silent, listening to the slap of his wet kisses peppering between breasts. The hope was he would be too enamored by her tits to care for an answer. But that wasn't the case.

"Hm?" His tongue briefly dipped under the cup, just missing her nipple. Her body shivered and his hand moved behind her, grasping some curls while holding her back.

"I—I." She gulped, when his hands moved to the clasp, seeming to toy with hooks. "T-today."

Draco stood up, Hermione inching to kiss him to hide her embarrassing admittance but he pulled his head away. A large smirk on his cocky little face.

"Today? Does that mean…you planned for me to see you in this?"

Her eyes widened and hands loosely released their grip on him. She focused on the small mole on his chest, right next to the scar across his body from Harry's incident in sixth year. Chewing on her lip, she thought of all the ways to respond. She could lie, but how? She could be bold and tell him that was her exact plan, it would be fun to aid the butterflies in her stomach.

"I didn't plan but—" She lifted her eyes back to his face, seeing his patient expression accompanied with something that could only be described as giddy. "But I wanted to…be ready. Just in case."

An amused noise passed his nose and Draco stepped back and cupped her jaw, kissing her once.

"Witch." He muttered into her mouth and Hermione's muscles relaxed all the tension that built up in them. He kissed her greedily, switching between dominating her mouth and letting her come to him with her own pressure. "Fucking sneaky, maddening witch."

Hermione moaned when his teeth took her bottom lip, sucking before releasing it. His hand went to the back of her bra, fiddling with the clasp and she briefly panicked.

"Draco I—" She began, pushing him away slightly. Hands rested on his shoulder and though he swayed back, he didn't go far. His forehead rested on hers, smaller pecks placed kindly over her lips. "I don't know how I feel about—"

A particularly dizzying kiss made her momentarily lost. His scent on her tongue was so strong and delicious, Hermione whimpered.

"About?" He panted, still peppering kisses on her lips while she tried to say what she needed to.

"I don't—ugh bloody hell—I don't necessarily want to do anything…tonight." She finally got out, even after he sucked on her lip.

Draco stopped kissing her, his breath fanning over her face as he stayed close but eventually pulled away. An assessing look graced his features, his hand was still on her back, fingertips running over the length of the strap.

"Anything?" He questioned while blinking once. She gnawed on her lip, feeling like a fool for wearing a bra like this, snogging him desperately and letting him grope and kiss her all over.

"Not…not sex at least." She said with burning cheeks. Draco stared, his blue and silver eyes darting back and forth in her brown ones nearly over taken by her pupils. A slow smile crept on his face, then he released a noise that sounded like he was laughing at her.

"I—okay. Color me flattered, Granger." He said, running his hand through his hair. "I wasn't exactly planning on doing anything tonight."

Her insides briefly crumbled, and she felt small and stupid for being so presumptuous.

"Oh." She said, her hands sliding down his chest to fall into her lap. But his hand snatched one, keeping it in place just in the middle of his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, still racing but calming down exponentially. She looked up, flashes of worry and confusion over her pretty brown eyes.

"Gods, believe me I want to. But I'm still restricted with my arm, so I can't exactly undress you the way I want." Her breath caught, head tilting as she watched him bring her hand up to kiss her fingertips. "Or touch you the way you deserve."

He held her eye contact, sucking the very tip of her index finger into his mouth while he looked at her with a pure mischievous expression. She shivered, her body peaking with goosebumps. Eyes flickered down to her bra, a smirk poking at his lips. Her body was entirely too sensitive to him. She'd like to believe it was just because she hadn't been with someone in a long time, but that was clearly a lie. He had a hold over her.

"I could do other things." He suggested, his hand dropping hers and rubbing up her thigh. Draco's eyes glinted, his voice growing throaty. "But even then, when I put my mouth on you, I'd need both arms to pin you down."

Her center clenched. Her cunt aching at the thought of his tongue sliding over her, his long and entrancing fingers thrusting into her while she cried out his name, all while she tried to break free by his strong arms keeping her in place.

With a quick kiss to break her out of the wonderful thought, Draco grinned into her mouth.

"Another time." He promised and she just stayed silent. Stepping away, he held out his hand for her to get down. Hermione took it and hopped down, her eyes raising to meet his heated stare. "Merlin. Wear this everyday. Please for all that's good in the world."

She smiled, her chest filling with confidence as his eyes brightened at her body. She turned and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head and being met with a pout.

"Just because we're not doing anything doesn't mean you need to cover up for me." He said cheekily and Hermione rolled her eyes while fighting a smile.

"I should be heading out anyway." She told him, but frowned when she noticed his expression shift. "What's wrong?"

He had looked a little sad, something odd to see since she rarely saw that emotion on his face. He shook his head once.

"Nothing, I thought—" He started, then ran his hand through his hair again. "I thought you were staying for the night."

Her eyebrows crinkled, genuinely wondering why he would think that.

"What made you think that?" She questioned and he shrugged.

"You've been sleeping here for the last couple days." He explained.

"Yeah, but that was during the day. When I was nocturnal." She replied, her pulse racing when he gave her a tight lipped smile.

"Right, yeah." He agreed and she opened her mouth to say something else, he began speaking at the same time.

"What time will you be—"

"I could stay though if you—"

They both looked at each other. Hermione humiliated that she offered, and Draco relieved that she did.

"Stay." He said with a tiny nod. Hermione held her breath when his hand found hers. "I have an inkling with the way you've been snoring that you quite like sleeping in my bed anyways."

She flushed.

"I do not snore." She argued and Draco chuckled.

"Sure. I'm only the one that silencio's the room once you pass out." He countered and she glared at him.

He led them to his room. Hermione doing the things that had felt normal the last two weeks but now there was added pressure. She removed his eye once more, helped him out of his shirt and put on his shirt and shorts for herself, and then crawled into bed. Only this time, she was going to be joined by him.

She awkwardly sat up in bed, watching as he briefly left the room then reentered with the audiotapes. He set it on his bedside table, clicking play then sat down next to her in bed. He turned his head, giving her a smile that she shyly reciprocated.

They sat in bed, listening to the chapters and discussing the main takeaways after each one. Hermione was surprised he was enjoying Atonement as much as he seemed to be. She warned him it wasn't a happy ending, but he merely shook it off and replied a bit cryptically.

"Not all stories should have happy endings."

Hermione was taken aback.

"Why's that?" She questioned, hesitant to hear his answer.

"Tragedies actually exist. Hard times exist. It'd be ignorant to forget that. Besides,without hearing those stories every now and then we wouldn't appreciate happy endings. Or recognize when we're living one." He said so casually but Hermione was shocked to silence.

She nodded thoughtfully along to his words, but wholeheartedly agreed with him. Something inside her stomach flamed and she unconsciously readjusted her position on the bed to sit closer to him. Draco noticed only after she was situated and moved himself closer. He lowered himself onto his pillows, his hand finding her leg and running his fingers up and down the exposed skin.

A warm thought flooded her mind, unable to ignore it as it pestered her incessantly. But Hermione couldn't help but feel that she was maybe living a story with a possible happy ending right now.

They finished the audiobook in the middle of the night, both yawning in the dim light from his lamp. Their bodies settled under the covers, both facing each other. His casted arm loosely hung over her waist, their ankles and calves intertwined and Hermione began smoothing her thumb over his scar involuntarily. With a single kiss to her forehead after her final yawn, Draco submerged them into darkness and both found themselves dreaming deeply within seconds.


A/N: I think there will be four more chapters of Gray Sighted :)