Her expressive eyes usually golden with curiosity were looking up at him, dark and glinting. "Don't stop."

He was like a man possessed. The fiery desire he felt for Granger was hellish and the way he was looking at him was worth being damned for. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin and kiss her lips, the sensitive spot on her neck until she moaned out his name. Knowing that she wanted him drove him mad with lust. He wanted to take her right there and then.

Bzzzzz bzzzzz

Draco Malfoy sat up abruptly. The morning sun shone down the spacious room he occupied. Looking around his king sized bed, it suddenly felt bigger and emptier. He ran his fingers through his hair and desperately tried not to think about his dream, or the fact that it had actually happened. He decided a cold shower should wake him up and get his mind off of things. He passed a clock on the way to the bathroom, 5:55 am. He'd only slept for about 5 hours.

He stood under the shower of cold water, and he stayed there until he grew numb to the biting feeling. It was a few more minutes before he left and towelled himself dry. He was still exhausted and needed coffee.

He walked to the cafe he frequented and ordered his usual dark roast while he cracked open a book. His mind kept wandering as he skimmed the paragraphs and flipped through the pages absentmindedly. He was wondering if Granger was still asleep, and how she would feel when she woke up. His innocent thoughts soon were corrupted by intrusive thoughts that manifested from imagining her laying in bed. Granger's curls messily laid out on her pillow. His hands in her hair. Her clothes falling off her bed. His hands pinning her down onto her bed. His hands gripping her thighs, her hands pulling the sheets of her bed. The blanket wrapped around them.

Before Draco knew it, his coffee was cold. He sighed and ordered a new one to go. He cast a warming charm on it, just in case. He started to walk out when he stopped in his tracks and turned around to order a cappuccino.

The walk to Granger's house should have taken about 8 minutes. Draco got there after 23 minutes. He kept hesitating and stopping to ponder if it was the right move. He finally made it to her door but stood there, his back against the wall. Hoping to look suave and dignified when Granger walks out and sees him. After a few minutes he decided how undignified he felt, having his thoughts haunted by the memory of her and how he's overthinking every single step to see her. He decided to leave the cup of coffee with a note.

Granger, cappuccino.

Hermione had a horrible hangover the next morning. The light peeking from her curtains strained her eyes as she tried to open them. The noise coming from the street did not help her pounding headache. She scrambled for her wand on the night stand and summoned a hangover potion. She gulped it down as if she had spent weeks on a desert and this was her oasis.

After the effects of the potion started to kick in, she took a long shower while her favourite muggle artist played in the background. As she hopped out, she swiped away at her the steam that clouded her mirror, so she could see better.

Hermione paled as her eyes darted to her neck. She had purple and red love bites dotting her neck and her breasts.

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

How fitting. Of course Dress was playing right now. The events of last night started flooding back in. She touched her lips as she remembered how Malfoy's felt against hers. How electric she felt when he caressed her in every place she ached to be touched.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

She gruffly skips the song on her Muggle device. She didn't need memories of last night being dredged up today. And it was getting harder to deny that it was more than her intoxication and loneliness that made her want to be so intimate with Malfoy. He was attractive and fit. He smelled amazing, and he was good. Boy was he good at what he does.

Hermione pulls herself together and puts on athletic wear. A run seemed like a good idea. It would keep her mind off of Malfoy, and if she ran hard and fast enough, it would feel like punishment for last night. And then maybe, maybe she could come to terms with it and forgive herself for being so stupid.

She proceeds to walk out of her home but something caught her attention as she looked down. It was a cup of coffee and a piece of paper. The coffee had a warming charm on it and it smelled delicious. It was her favourite, cappuccino. She read the note and small flutters filled her stomach. The note didn't include the name of the person who brought her coffee but she knew exactly who it was. She took a small sip and decided maybe she'd walk instead. She put on her muggle music and tried to feign ignorance as to why she was walking towards the coffee shop. As she passed it, she glanced inside and did a quick survey of the patrons. No tall blonde with dark clothes. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in and took the last sip out of her cup. She stood still for a minute as she debated getting another cup or walking away. Ultimately, she decided to grab a couple drinks to go. She was going to drop by and see Ginny.

With a swish and a crack, she had apparated to her friend's doorstep. Her knuckles had barely brushed the door when a red head sporting a burgundy sweater swings it open.

"Hermione!" Ginny greeted her with a smile as she motioned for her to come in.

Hermione removed her shoes and hands Ginny a latte with cinnamon generously sprinkled on top. Ginny takes a sip and sighs in approval.

"This is delicious!" she reads the cup, "I've never heard of this place, where'd you find it?"

Shit. Hermione nervously plays with her sleeves, she finds the courage to meet Ginny's curious brown eyes. "Funny story, I- uh - I actually stumbled into it one day and Malfoy was there. Then the next day I saw him again and that's why we were talking at the gallery."

She could immediately tell Ginny was about to have a strong reaction, her face was always quite expressive.

Ginny bursts into a laugh as Hermione looks at her confused.

"You are so guilty! You should see your face," her friend chuckles, "did you think I was gonna be mad at you? Hermione you and I are both grown women. Who you choose as company is your business and I will not judge or interfere, obviously within reason. I am curious about Malfoy tho, tell me what happened after I left."

Hermione could feel the heat rushing to her face as she stammered and sank into Ginny's couch, "I'm holding you to the promise of not judging."

"Oh this better be good," Ginny laughs as she slides in next to her.

Hermione recounts the events of last night and nervously assesses her friend's reaction with every detail she provided. After she had finished, Ginny was silent for a minute as she processed everything.

"Merlin you hooked up with Draco Malfoy!" Ginny exclaimed as she brought her hands to her face in shock. She immediately went giddy and bombarded Hermione with questions of Malfoy's skill.

Hermione shushed her, "we didn't actually finish hooking up and I don't wanna tell you! I'm embarrassed enough having seduced him. Did you even hear about the part when Ron called me?"

She groans, "Ron can be a baby at times, and yes he is my brother I care about him but he will need to move on in time. This is far more exciting than Ron getting wasted and drunk dialling you."

Ginny touched Hermione's knee gently, "Hey, I just want you to know that I'm not judging. I want you to be happy, I always have. I mean Malfoy wouldn't be my choice for you and I'll always look out for you but if that's what you want then you should go for it."

Hermione smiled and embraces her friend as she thanks her and changed the subject and went on with her visit. An hour and a half later, she says her goodbyes and decided to floo home and get some work done. She has after all had a leisurely weekend.

Hermione had been heading a research lab that developed just about anything. She worked hard to obtain the reins of control and she had helped build the place from the ground up. This lab was Hermione's baby and she was absolutely devoted to it.

She read through proposals and effectively got her mind off of Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy was not so lucky.

His thoughts still circled around Granger and he even found himself going for another walk. He had convinced himself that walking past her house was completely by chance. He felt a little weight lifted off of his chest when he noticed the cup of coffee was gone.

Draco heads back home to his apartment, immediately pull out a piece of parchment and a quill. He hurriedly writes and hands it to his snowy owl.

"Avalanche, take this to Theo."

The snowy owl gently rubs its head against his hand before flying away. A half hour later, Theo is standing in his living room, a bottle of fire whiskey in hand and an eyebrow raised.

"Well?" He says as he plops down Malfoy's brown leather couch and summons a couple of rocks glasses.

Draco grabs the bottle and pours the dark liquid into his glass and proceeded to pour it down his throat. He runs his fingers through his hair and exasperatedly says, "I'm attracted to Hermione Granger."

Theo merely laughs and takes a swig of his own drink, "can't blame ya, she's hot."

Draco shoots a look at him and he raised his hands in surrender, "chill man, I don't want Granger. Besides, I've been sorta seeing someone else too." Theo proceeds to ramble on about his beautiful witch, and despite trying to listen, Draco's focus would wander in and out.

They finished the bottle of fire whiskey so Theo had decided to crash in Draco's guest bedroom instead.

The next morning, both very mildly hungover decided they'd have some coffee and breakfast before heading to their jobs. Draco suggested going to his coffee shop, knowing Theo wouldn't care about it being sort of a Muggle space. In fact, he might even appreciate it.

Draco ordered a chocolate hazelnut croissant along with his dark coffee. He's always had a sweet tooth but loved his coffee strong and bitter. Theo on the other hand, got a dirty chai and chicken and waffles. He proceeded to go on and on about how exotic this place was while he looked around. Halfway through their meal, a familiar voice caught Draco's attention. "

Hi, I'd like a cappuccino to go please."

His eyes dart up to see her brown curls up in a bun on her pretty little head. She was wearing a long sleeved navy blouse and black trousers. She turned around and met his eyes. She stood still and blushed at the sight of him. He watched as she took a breath and started walking towards him, as she got closer, the scent of apple blossoms and honey filled the air.

"I just wanted to thank you for the coffee," Draco had heard but for some reason he couldn't respond long enough to take his eyes off of her cinnamon coloured eyes.

Granger moves to walk away from the lack of response from Draco but he follows suit and grabs her hand. He feels her tense from his touch and takes a second before looking back at him.

"Will you be coming back here?" he found himself asking.

"Maybe," she says, the skepticism in her voice was obvious and her eyes were staring into Draco's and he could see as the gears turned in her head as she tried to work out why he was asking. He wishes he knew. Draco merely gives a curt nod, "have a good day Granger."

He walks back to his table, a smirking Nott waiting to hound him, "what was that?"

"Eat your chicken, Nott." His gaze never left the brunette witch as he watched her walk out the door. For a brief moment, she looks at her outstretched hand before turning it into a fist and lets it hang on her side. She looks back at him and walks away.

Draco smiles as he sips his coffee. Thoughts of a muggle author named Jane Austen in his head.