Wild Side II
Hermione apparated to her home in one of the many magical suburbs outside of London as soon as she could. That walk of dignity (nay flounce) out of the club had taken all her mettle and then some. She assured herself she wasn't running away from Draco Malfoy, Viking extraordinaire and ruthless panty dropper...no she was just exiting the battle arena because she had a niggling little feeling this was far from over.
Her trip to Ukraine; an important ally for some of their trickier magical exports was coming up soon too and one of the reasons she had gathered the courage to go to Poison tonight was because she had stress drunk a really expensive bottle of Burgundy while trying to wrap up all the last-minute details. Butterbeer was nice but wine was truly magical.
Muggle or magical... politicians were a pain in the arse and 'junior minister', war-heroine and genius aside she was still seen as a little lady in the big boys club. She had worked for the Ministry since finishing university, even interning part-time while she was in her final year of a Politics and International Relations with Economics degree in Cambridge.
There was no real concept of higher education in the wizarding community but Hermione's parents had wanted her to go to university and now she was extremely glad she had listened. She had graduated in 2004 before going to work full time in the Ministry.
While she hadn't been completely isolated when she was in school Hermione did admit that she had certainly been ignorant. In the seven years she had been in school the muggle world had changed dramatically and going to university as a muggle in the early 2000s had given her a wealth of knowledge.
She made friends in university and for the first time she wasn't the smartest person in the room; attending moral philosophy lectures, watching theatre and experiencing the truly expansive scale of the knowledge that the human race had gained. She was surrounded by brilliant thinkers and scholars who lamented the state of the world at large but had the gleam of anarchy in their eyes.
Of-course if the muggle world was racist, sexist and homophobic so the wizarding world was too, only the revolutions that happened in the muggle world throughout history; the civil rights movement, the Women's Suffrage, the marches against war, the protests against climate change and of-course the Me-Too movement hadn't been experienced by the young witches and wizards at large, being stuck in an insular community that didn't allow for much outside interaction.
So internalized sexism and homophobia was disappointingly apparent even in the wizards of the younger generation.
She signed... systematic change...systematic change. She had to remind herself that it took time for people to change.
She had been out of university by the time Me Too really blew up in 2016 but that hadn't stopped her from making her own placard and marching along with the millions of women around the world.
But the men she worked with didn't think anyone under the age of 40 or with breasts should have an opinion about politics. She considered herself a stealthy agent of change.
Systematic change while slow, painful and laborious was better than having to fight another war.
Hermione had understood as soon as the war ended, being thrust into a world where at the age of eighteen she was making hard decisions about the future of their community... that diplomacy was the only choice. Men were willing nay downright hungry to go to war when their children weren't the ones dying.
She also understood that despite the war the real enemy wasn't Voldemort... he was the symptom of a problem, a problem that existed because their community was split; ruled by old ideas, old laws mired in corruption, bigotry and nepotism.
But changing centuries old systems took time especially when you wanted to do it peacefully and she wasn't willing to die for another man's propaganda ever again. So, she played their game; she was demure and ladylike in manner while being as aggressive and quick-thinking as third year Hermione dealing with Harry's Hippogriff drama; on paper. She'd had mediocre luck having her bills pushed through the Wizengamot but she had plenty of time and gumption.
She didn't even get to finish her Pinot, she thought bitterly opening the door to her cosy two bed flat. Since she could apprate and she thought living in London might actually be the thing that finally made her lose her mind she had moved out into the country.
The small village of Hogmany Hills was exactly as idyllic as it sounded. She was surrounded by magical families, there were forests to wander in moodily when the moon was full and most importantly a brand spanking new Flourish and Blotts within walking distance of her house. She loved her little house and sometimes she honestly felt like she was living a life out of an Enid Blyton book when she was home in the village.
Fresh bread came from the bakery below her flat and there was a weekly wizard friendly farmers market where one could buy everything from organic Concord grapes to freshly harvested deadly nightshade.
Draco Malfoy is missing out on this she scoffed to herself... shut up asshole he didn't offer a damn thing, all he did is yell at you and your undies got wet, have a little dignity...please.
The fantasy was cute though she thought turning on the vintage lamps her mother had 'thrifted' from some pretentious antique store in Shoreditch, reminding her to never-ever visit Shoreditch every time she walked into her house.
It was, it was a beautiful fantasy...she could imagine Draco here...in her home, her beautiful home that she created so lovingly, covered in lovely things collected from around the world, pictures of her family and friends and so many-many books or in her bedroom where the whimsical aspect of her personality had rampaged quite thoroughly.
Hermione had never lived alone before; in Hogwarts it was with other girls and before that she had been a little lass in her parent's home. So, when she had a chance to do whatever she wanted with her home she had gone a bit hog-wild in the bedroom.
She headed straight to her bedroom without bothering to turn any of the lights on, slipping the satin sleeves of her pink dress off her shoulders as she went. She hadn't bothered with a bra... again comfort above fashion.
In her panties, she dropped onto her bed...she could feel the wet spot that Draco sodding Malfoy's presence had left on them. Jerk.
With her eyes shut she swore she could hear that voice again and what a voice it was...she wondered how he sounded after making love or how he sounded when he trained new Auror's. Something she found out he did when Harry mentioned it.
As the fantasy took hold Hermione's small hands crept downward, one to her breasts and the other one down her panties. His voice was beautiful, he was beautiful...
"Miss Granger, you really shouldn't be here." He growled out, "The Arena is strictly off limits for anyone other than trainee Auror's."
"I'm so sorry Mr. Malfoy, I had no idea..."
"Really, kitten... no idea huh?"
"No Daddy..."
Hermione didn't even have to rub hard, in hindsight...embarrassing but currently her body felt like a pocket rocket...igniting from within.
She let out a long moan before her slender fingers found her engorged clit. Gently tugging on her nipples, she rode out the wave of pleasure that was crashing into her. Too quick, even just imagining his voice makes me cum...
Her fingers plucked at her nipple as she allowed herself to fall deeper into the fantasy.
Draco
The fireplace in Draco's apartment was burning cheerfully when he got back home from Poison after talking to Matty, there was no point of trying to find a sub for the rest of the night. He wanted no one else.
Hermione Granger had ruled his thoughts one way or another for the past twenty years, even he wasn't that dense...he was in love with her. That had never been on trial but convincing her that he was in love with her...that was a whole other ordeal that he had no clue how to go about dealing with.
The fire meant his mum had been by. He sighed; at least she was leaving the Manor, even if it was just to come wait from him in his apartment.
After the end of the war Lucius had been locked away in Azkaban to no one's surprise and Narcissa was offered a lighter sentence of house arrest because of her actions during the Great War however house arrest was probably the worst punishment they could have given his mother.
The Manor had always been her prison, even as a child he remembered his mother wandering around the giant halls like a pale ghost. Malfoy Manor had a way of making a person feel small... insignificant. Draco figured that's exactly what his father's family was going for when they built it.
Those giant walls, covered in ornate carvings made a person lose their sense of self... like you were so much smaller...less than anything those great walls may have seen; past or present.
It was much too large for their small family of three, Lucius who had grown up in the Manor ruled it with an iron fist and Narcissa already diminished by the behaviour of a cold husband and a home where the sound of her footsteps cracked as loud as gunshots in a tin can became weaker and weaker.
The people who were closest to Narcissa Malfoy knew a very different woman to the one with an often-haughty countenance splashed across the Prophet. Having grown up in a cold and affection-less household Narcissa Malfoy had developed a nervous disposition early on in life, having it only increase living in her cruel husband's house.
Draco's mother had never been able to have the big family she had so desperately craved often expressing her guilt to Draco, wishing she could have given him siblings so that he could experience what she did with her sisters.
If Draco was being honest, he thought that the only happy time in his mother's life had been the time she spent with her sisters when she was a girl, before Bellatrix lost her mind of-course. She wasn't harmful... just flighty and prone to depression. Draco spent his whole childhood protecting his delicate mother from his thoughtless sire. Lucius wasn't just cruel and cold but also thoughtless with little regard for his wife or child.
An avid reader from a young age Draco had discovered the magic of muggle literature whilst serving his own stint in Azkaban. The first book he read on anxiety, a total accident in his library approved pile had given him a far greater understanding of his mother than any explanation magic could provide. It had helped him accept, deal and ultimately love his mother with all of her strange anxieties and what she deemed to be her fits of 'melancholy'.
After that Draco had devoured muggle books; history, fiction, medicine whatever he could get his hands on. He loved psychology, he couldn't for the life of him figure out how the muggles had done it. It fascinated him; the depth of knowledge the muggles had gleaned on human nature.
That year he spent in a dark hole in Azkaban, his only companions whatever birds were brave enough to land on his high windows was the most illuminating in his life. The books broadened his perspective more than any muggle studies class ever could. He read everything from the Colour Purple to Grey's Anatomy, his mind whirling with thoughts and ideas he had never even been exposed to. Muggle history and politics were fascinating, a complex diorama of their progress as humanity.
He had never understood the nuance that existed in muggle fiction until he read Jane Eyre and then read a series of essays on the many cultural, racial and colonial aspects of Jane Eyre and Charlotte Bronte's ability to bring the complex issues of slavery and colonialism, old money and new into the domestic sphere. He read an entire paper on the furniture and its symbolism in Jane Eyre; fascinated by the complexity underlined in what masquerades as a simple love story.
Merlin, he wondered how Hermione would react if he started a conversation about the furniture in Jane Eyre with her. She'd probably have read the same paper as him and have already made notes he thought fondly.
The world was so much more complicated than he had known, Draco thought to himself with a chuckle. Sure, he knew what bigotry was, even participated in it but in reality, his world view before prison was much narrower than it was now.
Hermione probably thought she wasn't going to be seeing him any time soon, it was easy enough to avoid him when they were at work but she had no clue he was accompanying her to Ukraine and Draco planned to take full advantage of the opportunity and the surprise.
He was going to seduce Hermione Granger.
Draco wasn't a fool; unlike Hermione he had been having sex since was fourteen and at almost thirty-one he had indulged in almost everything on sample. Money and debauchery go hand and hand he though with a cynical smile.
She would be his, he had decided that the moment he had seen her dressed like a flower in a dungeon and being a Daddy, especially her Daddy would be no hardship at all. Draco groaned softly as he imagined palming the soft olive skin of her arse as he spanked her, just a thought of her made him hotter than any woman had managed to in person the last year.
That pink dress had given him the most sinfully glorious look into what she would look like in other pink things, he could see her now in a pair of pink and white knee length socks and a pink skirt.
"Please Daddy... I'll be so good."
Fuck! She made him wild. Draco smiled wickedly; he knew it was deviant but the thrill of having Hermione Granger... the ultimate good girl under him... spanked... with tears on her pretty cheeks while he fed his cock into her pink cunt slowly... made him hard as rock.
Draco was born to take charge; he had not only protected his delicate mother physically but also from Lucius's often vicious and painful jibes. He had never resented it; he had a dominant personality and there was no pleasure greater for him than keeping those he loved happy and safe.
She could let go with me he thought with satisfaction, he would keep her safe. He also understood that Hermione had very different ideas about sex than him. While he wasn't the most involved in her life he knew from Harry and Ron and now Matty that she was basically rather innocent.
As Matty put it "She wants kinky sex but with Fabio style romance." Draco actually had to google (another wonderous muggle invention) who Fabio was.
(a/n-he's the guy on all the 90's Mills and Boon romance novel covers, the one with the long flowing blond hair)
He couldn't just have sex with her, not Hermione Granger. For him and the way he had grown up; sex was a casual, throwaway thing. Something that wasn't touched by feeling or morality; as is the case in most upper-class families where marriages are based on alliances and benefits rather than attraction and love but Hermione Granger was looking for love. He wasn't a fool; she was a romantic at heart and lacking the cynicism that often takes adults their age when it comes to love and sex. He would preserve that sweetness within her.
Draco would have his way, keeping Granger with him for the rest of his life sounded most appealing and if he was being honest, he had no desire for another. He wanted to protect and cherish her but more than anything else he wanted to love her and he wanted her to love him back. While he wasn't one to doubt himself, he did wonder how many of his dark, fucked up desires could Hermione accept? He was a sick motherfucker and when it came to her... all rules were off the table.
Draco was looking forward to the challenge of winning her. He walked through the darkened hallway that led out of his living room into his bedroom dropping his clothes along the way. He desperately needed a shower, he had yet to break the news that he would be in Ukraine next week to his mother. He had to work on a way to let her know gently otherwise Blaise would have to come by and watch her... just to make sure she was eating and taking her medication right.
He wished she'd move out of the Manor, as inconvenient as it may be for a thirty-year-old to have his mother in his apartment he almost wished she'd move in with him instead of staying in the Malfoy mausoleum. But his mother's anxieties were very real and painful to her and this was a battle she had to fight all on her own.
She knew she was always welcome in his home, he thought she felt safe in his apartment which while not small was much smaller than the manor and far more inviting. Done in warm woods like cherry and oak Draco had done his very best to make his new home the opposite of the one he had grown up in. His living space was dominated by earth tones, unable to hide the Slytherin within, deep green's dominated the décor, shelves upon shelves held all manner of books from magical to muggle. Some worn down badly indicating his favourite pages and chapters.
When Draco had gone to Azkaban at eighteen, he had vowed to not touch the Malfoy fortune until he made something of himself. Some of the books on his shelves were bought right after he had left prison. Worn, second hand copies of Paradise Lost, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Handmaid's Tale and of-course Jane Eyre
Second hand copies he still had trouble getting rid of. He had also bucked tradition by getting a dog a few years ago, a move that had caused his mother to nearly have a heart attack.
Fucking Lucius Malfoy and his peacocks.
Draco had sat his mother down before introducing her to the border collie puppy that he hadn't wanted to take but had ended up with anyway when his sad eyes had captivated him during a RSPCA adoption drive while Draco was out in muggle London.
Named Odo after one of Tolkien's Hobbits (Draco's favourite fantasy novel because HOW DID THE MUGGLE GET THE DRAGONS RIGHT?) the little white and tan puppy was now a rambunctious two-year-old dog who adored his master to distraction and who was treated like the ultimate baby by Draco.
He knew it wasn't common practice for wizards to have dogs but damn if he didn't love the little pain in the arse to bits.
Odo loved his mother immediately and now two years later his mother had finally stopped jumping whenever the puppy was in her vicinity. Draco couldn't be too critical since she did dog-sit almost every day for him. It was endearing to watch his mother play with his dog, her delicate hands throwing the green ball that was enchanted to keep the dog's drool off in the park on his days off. Another place where he could imagine his sweet Gryffindor princess beside him.
The dog was currently sleeping over at the manor with his mother who knew he wouldn't be returning home until later that night. He had just been thrown for a loop when Granger showed up and was home much sooner than he had planned to be.
He felt no regrets however, just a delicious sense of anticipation.
Inside the shower Draco let his head fall forward and the pressure of the water hit his muscled back, sluicing through his dark golden hair. With his eyes closed he began a ritual he was now used to.
"Daddy..." dark, sultry eyes beckoned him forward. "You made me wait ages, Daddy... where were you?"
She looked exactly like he wanted her to, a tiny white and pink plaid skirt barely covered her generous bum and hair that was gathered into two sassy braids.
That's all she had on. Fuck.
"Why, princess? Were you lonely?" he rasped; dark laughter echoed around them... his laughter. "You should know Daddy's never far away."
His dream siren smiled her innocent smile before reaching both her delicate hands down to lift her itty-bitty skirt.
"I was daddy...fill me up...please..."
"Since you asked so nicely, princess."
Under the heat of the water Draco grasped his turgid cock, the memory of his quarry much brighter today...like it was in technicolour. Pink was his favourite colour on good girls, his hand furiously pumped up and down... a sad substitute for the real thing but it would have to do for now.
Fuck, even the thought of her made him feel out of control and in a short while he was yelling her name out, his leg and arm muscles going ridged... veins standing up in stark relief as he came more intensely than he had in a long time.
...
Kiev, one week later
Hermione dropped her bag down on the inn floor, she had travelled via Portkey from her office after being briefed by her boss only a few minutes ago. What she hadn't known was that besides staffers and her assistant there would also be a senior Auror accompanying them. Just in case her boss Cromwell had assured her, they couldn't be too safe.
When asked who would be joining them and if she would be able to meet them prior to their departure she was met with an absentminded shrug and a mumbled answer that her security would meet her at the destination. She had a bad feeling about this.
Well that was a lie, more like a... premonition...
She shrugged; she had never had much faith in the divine art of speculation. If she was being honest the only reason, she felt this way was because she was still thinking about Draco Malfoy.
For the past week she had tried from many an unsuccessful day to push the encounter she had had in Poison out of her mind but like any other woman deprived of living her wildest fantasies when she was in bed, she couldn't stop her brain from wandering.
Her overactive imagination showing her the many different ways that scenario could have played out. Ending not with her hands down her panties and her pillow muffling her loud gasping sobs but with him, in his arms...not having to worry about making it feel good because Daddy knew how. Gods...didn't she sound like a sex-starved idiot.
The knock on her door was so loud, Hermione couldn't help flinching a wee bit. It had pulled her from her shameful fantasy most effectively. Without thinking about it she headed to the door assuming it was the Auror assigned to guard her.
She knew Harry and Ron would have been the ones to select the Auror because despite her reminding them that they wouldn't have stayed alive during their year on the run if it wasn't for her they liked to treat her with the ferocious protectiveness that she had now realized came from the fact that they couldn't all be together all the time any more.
"Harry you well know I'm capable of taking care of myself. I don't need protection!"
"It's France, it's dangerous."
"There's nothing dangerous about France, Harry James Potter! I'm the only one from my department who has protection. It makes me look funny." She mumbled, "I don't want to stand out."
"Hermione..." Harry sighed, "you and me... we're family, right?"
"How can you even ask me that!" she cried out.
"Then how can you ask me not to make sure that one of my most important family member's doesn't have any protection. I need you to understand something, Granger." Harry looked dead serious, his green eyes peering at her across his desk... clear and hard, "I do not give a single flying fuck about anyone else in your department or in this entire ministry. As far as I'm concerned, I've paid my debt for being the Boy Who Lived and so if they want me to stay and be an Auror, I'll make damn sure they look after the people I love. Now no more discussion about this."
Hermione had stopped her arguments that day. Now every official trip included an armed Auror, Harry had tried to send one along when she had gone on holiday as well but Hermione had put her foot down. She had gone and complained to Ginny, who had ripped her husband a new one while Hermione had innocently smiled looking on.
Absentmindedly Hermione grabbed the knocker and pulled the door open...
...
Merlin thought Draco, he didn't think it was possible for her to get prettier. Granger's cheeks were flushed a becoming apple red, making the few freckles on her beautiful golden skin stand out.
Hermione was dressed in a navy pleated skirt and an adorable white blouse with a Peter-Pan collar with her hair gathered in a crown atop her head.
He was pleased when she stopped abruptly allowing him to take advantage of the sweet, slightly confused expression on her face. "Malfoy..." she whispered like she couldn't quite believe it was him.
"Hello baby." He said as he gave her a gentle shove, indicating he wanted her to go back inside the room. "Go on in babygirl, I think we have some things to talk about, yes? And we're not going to be discussing them in the hallway of this rat-infested shithole."
"What're you doing here?" she whispered, "Harry wouldn't have picked you to send with me." Her expression one of alarm and shock.
Draco's eyes hardened, "Before anything else happens here today babygirl I want you to understand one thing and that is that there is no one fucking better to look after you than me."
"But..." she began
"Enough." He said. "Inside, please." He said softening the command.
Hermione shivered delicately; Draco's voice alone was powerful enough to make her silent. Hermione knew he commanded an elite group within the Auror's and she understood why now; his voice alone dripped with so much authority silencing her abruptly.
"I think you said quite a bit the last time I saw you, baby." He said sardonically. "I want you to listen now. Okay? Can you do that for me? Because I have to get it out before I lose my nerve."
When he shut the door, the sound could be heard echoing in the silent room. Hermione stood studying his determined face. She wasn't worried but he seemed to have something important to say to her.
A Malfoy admitting to losing his nerve... Draco's ancestors would be rolling in their plots at the Malfoy Family Cemetery. Scratch that, a Malfoy speaking to a muggle born was infinitely worse in their opinion.
Not that Draco cared any more, he had everything he wanted except one stubborn, feisty and utterly beautiful muggle born and he intended to have her.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" Hermione's head jerked up startled. "What did you just say?"
"This is an apology, Granger, I'm apologizing to you." he said dryly
"For what exactly?"
"It's a generally overarching apology for everything from the age of eleven to the age of sixteen and an apology for all that you went through at my home."
Hermione was speechless and a little stunned. This certainly wasn't what she was expecting even though his sincere words made her feel tingly from head to toe. An apology... from Draco Malfoy, surely somewhere there was an angel weeping in joy.
"What are you doing here, Draco?" she whispered, "You didn't just come here to apologize to me."
"My being here is a happy accident, baby. One I now in hindsight thank the stars for. But no that's not the only reason I'm here."
From the way he was studying her... Hermione's body knew why he was here and answered with a painful throb of desire.
He... wants... me?
"It doesn't change anything you know. Even if I forgive you." She whispered surprised, hastily adding "I do by the way...forgive you. I'm not blind, I know you've changed... but I'm scared."
"It changes everything." He growled shortly. His eyes raking over her like they owned her.
She shook her head vehemently.
Draco took a step towards her and Hermione moved back instantly.
"Why were you in Poison the other day, baby?" he asked silkily. He knew why, Hermione flushed sensing instinctively he just wanted her to admit why to him.
Hermione shook her head mutely.
"I didn't mean for anyone to see me there." She whispered, "It was a mistake, I left. Remember."
"Babygirl the only mistake was you thinking you'd find what you were looking for there."
She hadn't realized she had been backed against the mildew stained wall near the decaying nightstand. Draco loomed over her looking like a particularly predatory wolf with his kill in sight.
He really was a magnificent man she sighed, towering over her with his messy blond hair. His eyes were slightly sunken in surrounded by purpling bags like he hadn't slept properly and his cheeks were covered in golden brown stubble. He looked tired, she thought almost abstractly. Not that it took away from any of his handsomeness. She could feel the warmth from his large body close to hers, it was utterly delicious. She wanted to move closer and press her lips against his skin, tasting his wonderful musky scent on her lips.
Even in the most unflattering setting, Hermione could think of nothing other than him. He fully encompassed all her senses.
"You look tired, Draco." She whispered.
"Nothing a kiss from you won't fix, baby." He said, advancing ever closer.
"I don't think that would...mmmpfff" before she could finish the sentence his lips were against hers. Firm and warm his mouth brushed over hers repeatedly until she sighed giving him the opening he craved.
Hermione felt like she was floating, she had...in her opinion anyway kissed the pre-requisite number of young men in accordance of her age and her looks. Not too few and not too many. Few had made it past the first kiss but Hermione had always thought that kissing was just foreplay.
Clearly, she was very wrong... when kissed by Draco Malfoy, the kissing itself was the main event.
Draco was masterful; just from kissing alone she knew he would be an amazing lover. His firm mouth glided over her plush lower lip before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She felt consumed, from her lips the kiss carried it's potent effect down to the tips of her breasts and her clit. He made her wet... just from a kiss.
His warm mouth was open over hers, lazily he sipped from her lips like he had all the time in the world. Tenderly his tongue invited hers to come play, one of his large hands clasped her hip while the other held her head angled closer to his.
Hermione couldn't stop herself; she wasn't wearing high heels so it left her at a disadvantage but she wanted to feel more. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her slim fingers threading through his lush hair.
His mouth left hers briefly while he studied her flushed face, soft caramel eyes at half mast, her cheeks streaked with the evidence of her desire and Merlin...her mouth, wet and kiss swollen.
"You're such a fucking good girl, Granger." He whispered into her soft ear, "And you're going to be even better for your Daddy."
Hearing his words Hermione jumped out of her daze of desire.
Suddenly putting space between them she cried out, "He told you!"
"Baby it wouldn't have been hard for me to find out."
She was shaking her head violently, "We can't Draco. We work together and besides..." she said her voice trailing off, "I saw who you were with and what you were doing... I can't do that; it isn't for me."
Before he could open his mouth, a loud knock sounded on her door.
"Miss. Granger?" came the voice of Hermione's assistant, "Hermione, are you ready to head to the ministry?"
"Fuck." Draco swore angrily glaring at the door, "I'll see you later tonight okay baby. You're not to go to the ball without me escorting you. And this conversation is not done."
Draco could see Hermione's eyes hardening with stubborn resolve.
"Promise you won't leave without an escort, Granger." He said, ignoring the second round of knocks on the door. Both large hands clasped around her waist tightened as if to emphasise his point.
"I have to leave now Draco. And I don't need a babysitter to see me to a ball being held in honour of our ministry's alliance with this country."
She purposefully ignored his statement about the conversation because her head was spinning. Just kissing him had been one of the most sensual experiences of her life how would she go to bed with him without physically transcending this realm?!
And so quickly before he could respond she slipped past him and wrenched the door open.
Leaving him standing in her room like an idiot... fuck, he had forgotten how entirely aggravating Granger was.
Sighing he turned to track her down.
tbc
A/N- before anyone says anything. I would just like to apologize for not being able to finish it in two chapters as I promised but unfortunately, I have fallen sick during the holidays so I'm currently working on this story with a hoarse throat and a stuffy cold. I promise the third chapter will be the last. Once again, my apologies.
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