Nothing belongs to me.

Chapter 12

"So... should I cast a contraception charm or….." Draco trailed off.

"Nope, potion," Hermione replied, still short of breath from their encounter.

"That was….wow," Draco said tiredly.

"Yeah, wow" Hermione responded. Her absent tone, combined with the faroff look in her eyes, told Draco she was now deep in thought. He had no doubt that look indicated she was over analyzing what just happened.

After a few seconds, Draco broke the silence. "Granger?"

No response

"Granger? Hello, earth to Granger?"

"Sorry," she replied "just..."

"Thinking," Draco finished.

"Yeah."

"Listen Granger, don't worry yourself over this. You already have enough on your plate. That was honestly some of the best sex I've ever had, but if you don't want it to happen again that's fine. I can deal with that," Draco lied. In fact, he didn't think he could deal with it if she wanted this to just be a one off.

"No, well, I don't know," Hermione responded slowly, clearly conflicted. "Here's the thing," she started, "The sex was obviously great. Props to you, by the way. And, strange as it is, I actually like spending time with you.."

"I'm really not seeing the problem here," Draco cut in.

"The problem is that I'm afraid if we keep doing this we won't be able to keep it just sex. We spend all our time together as it is. I think it would be very difficult to keep from getting attached."

"Is that all you want it to be? Just sex?" Draco questioned, a sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of having nothing more.

"Yes, well no, I dont know!" she yelled. "There's all this pressure now to figure out what I want, and I don't fucking know! Okay! I have no fucking clue what I want!" Hermione had worked herself up to tears at this point, and Draco's heart was breaking jus seeing how worried she was.

He wrapped his arms around her, and rubbed her back soothingly. "Shhh Hermione, don't worry okay. I am not going to pressure you. I am here for whatever you need okay. I am not going to lie, I don't know what I want either, so let's just not stress about it. We can just figure it out day by day and see what happens. For now, all I know is that I want to keep working on your campaign like I have been, and I definitely want that sex to happen again," he smiled. " I don't know what will happen after the election, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Okay," Hermione yawned, seemingly placated. The pair continued to lie there, Hermione in Draco's arms. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep.

As he watched Hermione sleep, Draco decided one thing. He did know what he wanted, and he wanted Hermione Granger to be his.

Hermione woke up to Draco waving coffee and a bagel in her face. "Good morning future minister Granger, can I interest you in some refreshments?" he smirked.

"Shut up and give me the fucking coffee," Hermine retorted. It was far too early to be amused by such antics.

"My my, shouldn't our future minister be have better morals than to use such language," Draco pretended to be scandalized.

"Yeah well, she should also probably have better morals than to fuck her campaign manager, but here we are," Hermione responded dryly.

"Touche, Granger. Oh and here is your copy of the rag that passes for news these days," he said, handing her the Prophet.

Hermione grabbed the paper and started reading the front page story covering the debate last night. Draco snuggled in beside her and read over her shoulder.

She thought that this should feel strange, but it didn't. To be honest, it was the most comfortable she had felt in a very long time.