A week had drifted by since Blaise's arrival to Malfoy Manor, each individual day more eventful than the next now that Draco's eccentric friend temporarily resided there.

The week had went as followed: Monday, she had walked in on Blaise dyeing Scorpius' silvery tresses blue, the young boy giggling excitedly at the sight of his hair being tinted into his favourite colour. When Hermione had informed Draco, (while stifling giggles), he went berserk.

Tuesday, Blaise had offered to cook, much to Atty and the other house elves' reluctance. Hermione and Draco had thought the gesture sweet until he had burned their meal to an unrecognisable, unappetizing, mess. Draco had used a threat so graphic she had to usher Scorpius out of the room to prevent him from hearing it. But the bright side of that otherwise disastrous situation was that she got to introduce them to McDonald's. Scorpius ate his Happy Meal, well, happily, playing with the toy that it came with while Draco shook his head with disapproval as he munched on his Big Mac.

Wednesday, was so much of a mess that Hermione had no idea how to describe the utter pandemonium that ensued in the Manor. Long story short, the entire Manor had ended up Scorpius' favourite colour.

Thursday didn't have as much destruction as the other days, but it was still an interesting day nonetheless. The boys had somehow found their way into Hermione's makeup and clothes, and had dressed themselves, Blaise's eyeshadow a mess and Scorpius' lipstick lopsided as they both strutted in a pair of her heels and her dresses and skirts. Hermione was far too amused to be infuriated. And when Draco had seen them, he had burst into laughter, unable to contain the amusement boiling within him. The rest of the day had been spent with Hermione giving them makeovers, and she had somehow managed to bully Draco into cross dressing! Hermione had to admit, he kind of did look hot with her sundress on.

Friday, Blaise had dyed Draco's hair purple. And to their surprise Draco had liked it, so much so that he considered keeping it but since he was a well known and respected name in the corporate world and having purple hair would kill his reputation, he dyed it back to blonde by magic.

Saturday, just like Thursday, wasn't so crazy, but rather exciting. Apparently Blaise could play the piano! And he played it really well too. He had performed piece upon piece for them, his fingers dancing over the keys with grace. He offered to teach Scorpius how to play.

And today was Sunday. Hermione genuinely hoped that today would be a lot less destructive as the other days but she wasn't counting on it. She sipped her cup of coffee, a smile playing on her lips. This week, she had been at her all time high, her worries vanishing into the background. Blaise had gone out for a jog around the fields while Draco had gone off to Merlin knows where. She had allowed Scorpius to sleep in, seeing as he had stayed up late with Blaise.

"Morning!" Blaise greeted, still in his sweatpants and a t-shirt that emphasized his toned upper body. His face was slick with sweat. He grabbed an apple off the table, and took a bite out of it.

"You enjoyed your run?" Hermione questioned, taking another sip of her coffee as she side eyed him. "Why yes Mrs Granger I did. You should actually join me."

Hermione chuckled. "Join you? But what's wrong with my body? I like my love handles and my chubby tummy." She said, tapping herself on the belly. "Oh you do? That's funny because I know someone else who might also like your tummy and your love handles."

Hermione leaned forward, head resting on her hand. "And who, pray tell, might that be?"

Blaise leaned forward, his voice lowered. "A certain blonde haired, grey eyed—"

"No," Hermione said, shaking her head incredulously. "Why would Draco love all this when there are so many beautiful women in Britain?"

Blaise smirked. "Draco's my mate, I know him better than anyone on this Earth and I swear to Merlin that he has a thing for you. He's just shy." Hermione scoffed, like hell he was shy.

"Now the question is, how do you feel about him?"

How did she feel about Draco? Well for starters, her body temperature rose whenever she was around him, a sickly, fluttering feeling erupting in her stomach. And those stupid intrusive thoughts about kissing him always invaded her mind.

So it was safe to say that Hermione had a thing for Draco too, although it was bigger than she initially wanted to admit.

"He's a good friend… I guess." She shrugged. Blaise gave a groan. "No, you mispronounced lover!"

Hermione laughed. "Blaise, it's really sweet that you ship us—" "Ship?" "—but I swear I feel nothing for Draco, and I'm sure he feels nothing for me."

Blaise's eyes reduced to slits. "Merlin Granger, you just suck the life out of me." And with that he left Hermione having to process Blaise's words.

Did Draco really like her or was Blaise just pulling her leg? Draco was a quite stoic and nonchalant man, and most of the time she could barely detect what he was feeling. He was one that could easily mask his emotions and that was something Hermione greatly envied.

Hermione found herself patrolling the empty halls in search of Draco. She didn't know what she wanted from Draco exactly (answers perhaps?) but she desperately wanted to find it.

On one of the hallways she was patrolling, there was a large French door opened, the sound of deep grunting leaving the room. Hermione had walked past it, too preoccupied to notice a certain platinum blonde haired male lifting weights. She stopped abruptly a few inches away from the room, registering the sight she had briefly seen. Was that Draco…?

She walked backwards, and peered into the room. It was indeed Draco, who had precariously placed the dumbells he was using down, and hunched forward, breathing heavily. Hermione's eyes perused his form, examining the impressive physique of his upper body, counting his six pack, which was sleek with sweat and admiring his muscular arm. He stood up, his chest rising and falling as he panted.

He ran his fingers through his platinum curls, his eyes closed as he took deep intakes of breath. Hermione bit her lip.

He turned, his eyes locking with Hermione's wide ones. He was taken aback at first, not expecting to find Hermione Granger gawking at him like he was a piece of meat. Then his shocked expression morphed into a smug look, his lips curving into a smirk. Hermione looked away, her face reddening.

"Like what you see?" Draco teased, walking towards her.

Yes, I very much like what I am seeing, she wanted to say, but she didn't say so in fear of Draco's head growing much too big.

"Why didn't you tell me the Manor had a gym?" She said, referring to the fully equipped exercise zone she had stumbled upon Draco in his… glory.

"It didn't dawn on me that you were the type who exercised." He said.

"Now what is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" She asked, her hand on her hips. Draco gave a chuckle. He then continued to walk forward, Hermione moving backward, until her back hit the wall. Draco was leaning close, his minty breath fanning her face. She stared at him with baited breath. "What did you call me Hermione?" Draco asked, his voice dangerously low and his eyes pools of darkness.

Hermione smirked, suddenly struck with the urge to be impish. "I called you Malfoy. Isn't that your name?"

"What happened to first name basis?"

"Sorry, force of habit." She said with a smirk. Draco chuckled. "Touché."

Draco leaned closer, so his lips brushed against her ear. A shiver ran down Hermione's spine. She felt his large hand on her waist, gripping it gently as he brought his lips to the back of her ear. Tingles danced across her skin at his tender touch. Her mind ran rampant with lewd thoughts.

"D-Draco…" She uttered shakily. If he had just a smidge of an idea of what he was doing to her...

"See, that wasn't hard was it?" He muttered, eyeing her plump lips as the urge to capture them with his lips possessed his mind. She gave a nervous, shaky chuckle, as her hand rested on his toned chest. He leaned forward; so did she.

"Hey Draco I—" The sudden voice separated them abruptly. Hermione huffed, both frustrated and exasperated. Blaise eyed the both of them, a smile playing on his lips. "Well what do we have here?"

"N-Nothing." Hermione stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the Italian wizard while Draco looked absolutely nonchalant, staring at Blaise with a neutral smile. "Nothing, I was just telling Granger that I'll be taking a business trip for the next weekend. I'll be leaving on Friday and returning on Monday," He then turned to Hermione. "I'm leaving you in charge. I don't trust Blaise enough to take care of the manor while I'm gone, what with the calamity he's caused this past week." Hermione gave a weak laugh. "R-Right. Okay." And with that, he walked off, leaving Hermione against the wall, her heart beating against her ribcage furiously.

Blaise walked past her, staring at her with squinted eyes. "I've got my eye on you!" He hissed.

Hermione swallowed, goosebumps still present on her arm as she still felt the presence of Draco, looming over her with promises of pleasure, and lust.

She stared at her hand like she had somehow grown another finger. It still tingled from when she had touched him.

What was this feeling that was gradually coursing through her veins and into her heart?


In a blink of an eye the week had come to a close, thankfully passing by without incident.

The awkwardness between Draco and Hermione was definitely there, suffocating them and refusing to desist. It didn't allow them to be together, and when they were, it would fill either one of them with such an overwhelming feeling of timidity (well, it mainly affected Hermione, when did Draco ever feel bashful?).

At night Hermione often found herself awake, thinking about his lips so close to hers, the fire that burned in his eyes as he attempted to kiss her. She created little scenarios where they had taken it further, her heart beating rapidly as she played them in her mind.

The day came for Draco to leave for his business trip. He had packed a small suitcase for the little stuff he as carrying since he was going for no longer than a few days. Their little family (as Hermione liked to consider it), had gathered to say goodbye to Draco.

"Come home soon Daddy!" Said Scorpius, as his little arms wrapped around his father's neck. Draco reciprocated his embrace with a kiss on the little boy's head. "Don't worry, I won't be gone for too long Scorp. And besides, I'll come back with gifts for you!" Scorpius' eyes lit up at the mention of gifts.

Blaise smiled at Draco. "Have a safe trip mate." Draco smiled at him.

And then it was Hermione's turn… she smiled nervously at him, before giving him a small wave goodbye. Draco smiled at her, although the disappointment in his eyes was apparent. He expected a less frigid goodbye from her. "Well, I'm off." He said, lifting his suitcase as he walked to the drawing room where he would be taking the floo. Blaise took Scorpius' hand and led him out of the room. He looked back at her, and gave her a wink.

It seemed that Blaise's little gesture was the push she needed because she felt her legs carry her forward into the drawing room. She stopped by the threshold, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Draco hadn't left yet; in fact he was staring into the green flames burning in the chimney. He turned, a smirk on his face. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. That damned smirk.

"You know I had a hu—" But his words were cut off abruptly as Hermione marched towards him and grabbed the front of his suit, pulling him in for a kiss.

Hermione had been so indecisive in regards to her budding feelings towards Draco, but as she spent more and more time from her sleepless night pondering on it she decided that the best thing was to act on them.

Draco was taken aback by the kiss, his eyes wide with shock. But then he just melted into her lips, his hands resting on the small of her back as her fingers ran through his styled hair.

After what felt like ages with their lips fused together, Hermione broke the kiss. She stared at him, panting, red sploches on her cheeks. "I-I guess I'll see you on Sunday." Draco stuttered. Hermione nodded quickly. He then turned, and stepped into the green flames, saying his destination as the flames whipped him away.

Hermione's fingers absent-mindedly traced over her lips, the ghost of the kiss still lingering on her mouth. She didn't know whether to feel shock, pride, elation, or embarrassment. Maybe all at the same time would be appropriate?


.Author's Note

I spy with my little eye... a Dramione moment! Yaay! don't fret, they'll be more to come.

also, I apologize for the late update