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"I knew I should have brought an umbrella," Hermione complained with a look of dismay, as they stood ready to exit the restaurant. Hermione wrapped her coat tight around herself as Draco offered her his wool scarf. He draped it round her neck and his lips curled into his usual smirk.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Draco said playfully. And they stepped outside. The rain was pouring down, it was like the skies had opened.

"I swear to Merlin, I hate Britain's climate," Hermione yelled as they stepped outside, trying to override the sound of the rain on pavement.

"How can anyone hate rain?" Draco said, way too positive for Hermione's liking, as her hair became drenched in water and she worried about her mascara running. Draco held out both his arms, looking up at the dark sky. "It's the most refreshing thing in the world," he exclaimed smiling wide.

Hermione tugged at his coat. "Come on you idiot," she complained and started walking. Draco chuckled and started to walk, reaching out his hand, she took it without hesitation and felt her stomach fluttering again. They looked for a spot to apparate away from the eyes of muggles.

They stumbled into Hermione's room at the Three broomsticks, both feeling the rush of the wine.

"This is absolutely ludicrous, I mean look at us," Hermione said, shaking of cold from the rain, and he did. She looked a mess and he loved it.

He drew her close to him, planting a wet kiss on her lips starting to untie the belt on her coat.

They quickly stepped out of their wet clothes and Draco found two white cotton robes in the closet, chucking one to Hermione. She tied it around herself, still freezing.

"Come here," Draco lolled and ran his hands up and down hers to warm her up. She wrapped her arms around him, standing as close as she could to steal some of the warmth from his body. Drops of the rain were still dripping from Draco's hair, and the way he looked made her heart pound.

Hermione lay down on the bed, wrapping the covers over herself to warm up, Draco grabbed two small bottles of firewhiskey from the mini bar.

"This will warm us up," he said and came to join her on the bed.

"Good idea," she complimented and took a mouthful of the whiskey, it burned nicely all the way down to her stomach. She hummed and grabbed onto Draco's robe, wanting him closer. He complied wrapped his arms around her tightly, feeling content at having her close to his body. Hermione kissed his forehead, his cheek, along his jawline, and he did everything he could to savour it, unknowingly working hard to memorize the feeling of her supple lips on his skin. Usually it was him who did this part, she rarely kissed him like this. It was like all her usual guards were down.

Draco's robe wasn't tied, Hermione traced her fingers across the sectum sempra scars on his chest, on down his stomach.

"Did it hurt?" she asked, her voice low, like she was afraid to ask.

"It did, but nothing compared to the cruciatos," he whispered back, not feeling any need not to be dishonest.

Hermione gasped. "You've been tortured? Who? Why?" Draco closed his eyes, it was like his entire body had memorized the pain.

The answer was an obvious one. "The Dark Lord," he answered. And Hermione didn't like that he still referenced Voldemort as the Dark Lord. "Because I failed, I was supposed to be the one to kill Dumbledore," he continued, and she detected a tremble in his voice. She could feel his body tensing. Hermione felt awful for asking, for being the reason his smile faded.

"That pain, it never really leaves you. It does something to you." Hermione said knowing how unrelenting the spell was, as she brushed back his fringe with her fingers. Draco let out a strained breath. He was quiet for a while before he spoke.

"I'm sorry for that," he said and it felt like it was futile, something he should've said already that night at the Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione frowned. Holding her palm against his jaw, running her fingers over his cheek. "What do you mean?" she asked, and Draco saw the confusion on her face as she looked at him with those big brown eyes.

"For letting you go through that, I –I. There's no excuse," he sighed and it sounded broken. He could see the moment she realised what he was talking about.

"That wasn't your fault," she said, her tone firm. "You didn't even know me, and Bellatrix, she'd probably just curse you as well."

Draco grabbed her wrist, his fingers gentle, careful. He pulled up the sleeve of her robe, revealing her battle scar. He began planting soft kisses, one for each letter, m-u-d-b-l-o-o-d. Hermione gasped, it felt more intense and intimate than anything the had ever done to each others body's before. When he finished she found his lips quickly, and there was a cautiousness to it, a moment when neither of their lips were moving, Draco began kissing her, it was soft, warm and comforting. His hand found her wet hair, stroking it with care.

Hermione caressed the smooth skin on his back, running her hand up and down. She moaned against his mouth, parting her lips allowing for his tongue to enter her mouth. Draco tasted the firewhiskey on her, and massaged her tongue with his. It wasn't the kind of kiss that left you breathless, it was the kind that started tingles in your toes, slowly taking over your entire body until everything felt warm. Hermione's skin prickled when Draco's hand left her hair, slid down her throat his soft fingertips tracing her collarbone, opening her robe, sliding the arms down her shoulders. His hand reached her breast, caressing it softly. Moving his fingers across her already erect nipples. Massaging, making her entire body shiver, she moaned into his mouth and their kiss depend, still soft yet eager.

She wanted to feel his skin against hers; she pulled at his robe, then at her own loosening the tie around her waist. Placing one leg over his hip, moving against his body, using her hand to pull him closer to her, his chest against hers, his hand moved under her robe, gripping her ass, squeezing it. She could feel his cock growing hard, grinding slowly against it, with her hip in circular motions. Draco groaned and left her lips, kissing her neck, she felt a sting when he kissed on the bite-mark he'd left there earlier at the restaurant. It felt glorious.

Hermione reached down between their body's, clasping her hands around his length, stroking it up and down, earning several moans deep fro Draco's throat.

"Are you sure?" he asked, referencing to the fact they had already had sex twice that day. She answered him by lining his hard cock to her opening, stroking the head against her clit, up and down. It drove Draco insane. But he waited.

"Please Hermione," he whispered under his breath when he couldn't take the agony anymore. He didn't think he'd ever pleaded in that way before in his life. He was about to go crazy with want when she finally lowered herself onto him. Hermione whimpered, feeling how sore she actually was. But it was a nice kind of pain, fitting to the moment. She moved her hips, riding him. Draco pushed on her shoulder, changing their positions. He was now on top of her, placing his lips on hers, biting on her bottom lip.

"Oh Draco," She moaned as he picked up the pace and licked and sucked on her nipples. He took her wrist into his hand, placing them above her head, holding her still as he kissed her again, wanting to taste her tongue. Never feeling close enough. Trying to kiss, to fuck, away their remaining broken parts.

He kissed her everywhere, her breasts, her neck, her jaw, her nose, her forehead, her lips, nibbling at her earlobe. He released her hands and she tangled them in his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingers, clinging to him. Hermione felt as though he was everywhere, the scent of him, his tracing fingers, his kisses all over her, his cock moving inside of her. She was so close now. He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit.

"Cum for me love," he whispered against her neck, as he increased his thrusts.

"Y-yees", she whimpered, her entire body shaking in pleasure for several moments, her hands dropped, and she could feel as Draco came, his eyes only closing when the pleasure overpowered him. He kissed her again, moaning into her mouth as the orgasm took him over fully.

His body collapsed on hers, he struggled to keep some weight on his arm, to not squash her. His head rested between her neck and collarbone, catching his breath. They stayed like that for a while, the only sounds were their breathing and the sounds of the rain hitting the windows. He pulled out, and lay beside her, face to face. Hermione nuzzled herself to his chest. Holding him close to her, wrapping one of her legs his hip, returning to their original position, feeling him go soft against her core.

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This couldn't work right? He'd said it himself, he never stayed in one place too long and he loved that. She couldn't ask him to give that up, his entire career depended on him traveling all the time, not to mention the beliefs of his family, or the fact that none of her friends could stand him. That and the million things between them that was unresolved war reason enough to not get he hopes up, to not wish for things that were unattainable.

She thought about how wonderful it had felt when he'd kissed her scar, and how many times that same word had escaped his lips, been used against her, and it hurt. She felt like crying and forced the tears back, drawing on all her remaining strength.

He would never be with someone like her, no matter how much she thought he'd changed. It could never be more than this, and she thought about Astoria Greengrass. Were they together right now? She felt a fool for not having asked him.

Oh Merlin, what if he was? She felt like throwing up.

Draco was deep in sleep, she couldn't stand staying wrapped in is arms. She stood, searched her suitcase for her pyjamas, pulled it on and stepped onto the balcony, needing a cigarette.

If it hadn't been for her speech the next day she might have seriously considered leaving.

This was not supposed to happen. She was falling for Draco Malfoy.

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When Draco woke Hermione wasn't there. He peeked onto the balcony, but she wasn't there either. The first few autumn sunrays were streaming through the window and it made it hard for him to fully open his eyes.

"Hermione?" he called out. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat. He had thought this might happen. Feared it. He'd crossed the line last night. Again. He kept crossing lines, kept messing things up. Like he always did.

"Yeah?" a female voice called from the bathroom. Draco exhaled as relief washed over him. He tugged his pants on and stalked to the bathroom, running a hand through is hair in an attempt to look less dishevelled.

Hermione was standing with damp hair in her violet satin robe, coating her lashes in mascara. He walked in and stood behind her, placing his arms around her hips, feeling way too happy to have found her.

"Good morning," he whispered into her ear, on purpose not mentioning he thought she might have left. Did this mean she didn't regret last night?

"Mornin' to you too," she answered, noticing the morning wood pressed up against her back. "You're insatiable!"

Draco inhaled her scent and kissed her neck.

"I'm a man who just woke up. Don't blame me for what I can't control", he said in a low voice as he bit down on her earlobe. Hermione chuckled as a shiver travelled from her earlobe straight to her core. She continued her routine by putting on lip balm on her lips, they were dry from all the snogging sessions.

"I have a surprise for you tonight, after the Hallows eve feast," Draco said, looking at her face in the mirror in front of them. Hermione hoped it wasn't something romantic, it would be too much and break her in ways she didn't want to recognize. She was pretty certain after her contemplations last night that he most likely was unable to feel for her what she had started to feel for him. If he in fact, was still involved with Astoria, or even if he wasn't, she knew she was not the kind of girl he was looking for. She wasn't and would never be a pureblood. There had to be a reason he never brought about anything about their future after they both leave here. Tomorrow, they would part ways again, like they had that year after the war, only this time, she wasn't as fine with it.

"Oh really? And what might that be?" she asked, not letting her worry shine through.

"Can't tell you I'm afraid."

"Can I at least get a clue?"

He gave nothing away.

"Please?" she pleaded and tried to look as convincing as possible.

"It involves us taking back some of our past," he said cryptically. "And in the most fun way too," he continued when he saw her brows furrowing.

Hermione thought hard about his words. By the look of his happy face smirking at her, she figured it had to do with some sort of kink and not romance. She felt her core throb by the mere thought of what he might do to her. Feeling relived too. A part of her had been afraid that last night would change too much, and she never wanted their roles in the bedrooms to be compromised for one night of love making. Even if she was in fact falling in love with him. She grimaced and Draco caught it. She could see the bewilderment in his eyes, but he didn't ask. Instead, he mumbled something about neglected work before leaving her to it.

Hermione too had work to do, and she wanted to get it all out of the way before the festivities tonight.

When Hermione opened her door, ready to make her way to Hogwarts for her speech, the door slammed into something on the floor of the hallway. Her eyes landed on a red box, attached with a note.

She took it inside, placing it on top of the bed, fumbling with her fingers to get the letter opened. It was written in impeccable handwriting on white parchment.

Who would have thought the Gryffindor princess was one to receive detention?

In the box you'll find an outfit for this evening's event. You are to put it on after the festivities and meet me in the history classroom at 9 p.m.

Let's remake some of our history, shall we?

D.M

Detention?

She opened the box, almost ripping it apart in her eager. After the note, she wasn't surprised to find a skirt, a white shirt, jumper, knee high socks, a tie, black boots, and a robe. All with the Gryffindor crest, except for the boots. She shook her head in disbelief and refolded the clothes with care into her clutch and thanked Merlin for extension charms.