4. "Blame It" -Jamie Foxx feat. T-Pain

October 1, 1998

Draco was pacing his bedroom, his gaze continuously flickering to the sleeping brunette sprawled across his pillows. Guilt was starting to set in. Granger was with the Weasel. They had had a row and he had taken advantage of that fact. He had taken advantage of her. He'd had her express permission, and she hadn't exactly complained, so much as scream his name, but he still felt shitty about it.

He hadn't been to sleep yet. They had been decidedly busy until the sky had started to lighten. Hermione had finally passed out a few of hours ago, but sleep had eluded him. He finally sighed, turning and striding into the kitchen. He waved his wand, sending breakfat ingredients flying about as they prepared themselves. He sat down at the bar to await the coffee. When it was done, he waved his wand again and a mug came zooming to him, landing on the bar, sloshing a a bit of coffee over the rim, splattering his bare chest. He glared at the offending liquid on the counter top, before taking a large gulp of the steaming brew in his mug.

Something clattered behind him and he looked up to find Granger, clad only in his t-shirt standing awkwardly in the doorway. The table next to the doorway held only a single picture frame, which had fallen over as she'd bumped into it. "I'm sorry," she murmured.

"It's fine, Granger. Breakfast?" Draco asked, coolly, still not sure how this thing they now had between them would play out.

"Erm, sure." She padded over to the bar and sat down beside him in one of the leather clad stools. Two plates slid themselves in front of them, ladened down with bacon, sausage, eggs and gravy. Draco watched her as her face turned slightly green and she nudged the plate away, covering her mouth.

"I know your body is telling you that it doesn't look or smell appetising, but trust me. You'll feel better if you eat something. Grease seems to be a magical cure for hangovers. I should know." He smirked at her.

She hesitantly lifted a sausage to her lips, took a tentative bite and chewed slowly. One of the doors on the opposite side of the room from Draco's swung forward suddenly and Theo stepped out, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. He caught sight of Draco at the bar and glowered at him.

"You my friend, if I could even still call you that, are the biggest git I've ever had the distinct misfortune to know."

Draco grinned. "How far'd you get before you realised?"

Theo glared at him, "I knew you knew. Fucking dick."

Draco snorted, and Theo realised his poor word choice, but it was too late. "Yes, she had one. Was it bigger than yours?"

"I didn't see it! Blaise had that pleasure," Theo sniggered then, crossing over to the bar and noticing Hermione for the first time. He grinned, "Granger. You're still here are you? You're quite a screamer in the throes of passion, you know. Don't think I got more than a wink of sleep."

Draco glared at his friend, turning to meet Hermione's mortified eyes. "It's fine, Granger. Theo's just jealous that no one was screaming his name last night."

Theo raised his eyebrows, and spread his hands before him. "Well, yeah! My night was wasted, thanks to you!"

Draco scoffed. "Your night was wasted before I encouraged you."

"Granger! Granger, did she look like a man to you? Because I damn sure had no clue that she was hiding a bloody goblin up her skirt."

Hermione burst out laughing, suprising Draco but only succeeding in making Theo's grin widen. "No," Hermione choked out between giggles, "The woman at the bar last night?" Theo nodded, sending Granger into a new fit of hysterics. "I would never have guessed."

Theo looked throughly bemused and Draco rolled his silver eyes at him. "See!" Theo exclaimed. "Even Granger had no idea."

"Granger barely got a glimpse of her. You talked to her for a good portion of the night."

"Well, she was gorgeous mate. I didn't know that asking her to lift her skirt and checking to be sure the parts were in order was a necessary precaution! Although, from now on, I'm leading with that." Theo said, shaking his head.

Hermione who had settled, and was just about to take a bite of a speared sausage, fell into a fit of giggles again. "Excuse me, miss, I think you're very pretty, but would you mind if I looked under your skirt? You see, I'd like to take you home later and I don't want to waste my time if you have a penis. It happens quite a lot, actually," she said in her best impression of Theo's voice.

"That's quite good," Draco smirked at the same time Theo shouted, "Oi! It's only happened the once!" He asserted, holding up one finger and waggling it at her.

Hermione popped the sausage into her mouth and held her hands up. "Whatever you say."

"You're as sassy as Draco, you know that? And I think I like it." Theo smirked, snatching a piece of bacon from Draco's plate.

Hermione sighed and frowned as she glanced at the clock. "I had probably better be going..."

Draco nodded, trying his best not to scowl. "Right. Weasley will probably be waiting on you."

Hermione bit her lip, bringing back delicious memories from the night before as his groin twitched. "I don't know that he will... He told me he wanted a break. Last night when we were fighting."

"Wait, you're still dating Weasley? And you came home with Draco?" Theo asked, and Draco kicked him under the counter top, wishing he could mind his own business for once. "Ow, fuck! What the bloody hell was that for?" Theo asked, reaching down to rub his tender shin.

"For being nosey. Piss off." Draco snapped. Hermione's faced was flushed pink as she avoided their eyes.

"It was a valid question!" Theo snapped, turning back to Hermione. "What did you row over?"

She frowned. "Um, well to begin with I think it started over him leaving his socks on the kitchen table... And then when we were done screaming at each other, I got ready and was leaving to go over to Ginny and Harry's, and he got upset over that. And then it turned into fighting about sex." She flushed bright pink, before continuing, "And that's when he told me he'd like a break."

"Sex?" Theo asked, and Draco figured that was the only thing he had picked up on the entire time she had been talking. He held his tongue, because he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. He knew personally that she was an excellent shag. "Like, you haven't been giving him enough lately?" Theo continued when she stayed quiet.

She looked distinctly uncomfortable as she said, "Erm, something like that, yes."

"Well, maybe you should. Solves that problem. I could be a therapist. Do you think I could get my own talk show on one of those muggle boxes?"

"I can walk you out if you'd like." Draco said, standing and offering her his hand.

"Yes, please. I need to erm, find my clothes." She said, glancing down at her bare legs and then back up to Theo. He was staring, his mouth agape. "Obscurio," Draco said, pointing his wand over his shoulder. Hermione sniggered, and Theo shouted, "Oi! I was enjoying that view. You need to learn to share, mate."

He led her over to his bedroom, snapping the door shut behind them. He watched in silence as Hermione gathered her clothes, repairing the buttons he had damaged when he'd ripped it open last night. She had her jeans on, but not buttoned and had just slipped her arms into her shirt when a need so urgent hit him he didn't give pause to think. He wanted her, sober. He wanted to know that the fact that she was sloshed, wasn't the only reason she had been with him.

He strode across the room to where she stood. Her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and his hands clasped tight around her hips. She looked up, suprised, and he took advantage of the way her lips were parted in that moment, bringing his mouth down on hers much gentler than he had the previous night. His tongue slipped between her lips and her own met it tentatively. Her arms came up to clasp around his neck, her fingers fisting in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He pushed the unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders and she let go briefly so that it could fall, before her arms wrapped around his neck once more.

He propelled her backwards, letting her jeans fall back to the floor as they made their way over to his bed. He pushed her down gently and hooked his fingers under the edge of her knickers, pulling them off slowly as she watched him. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her and dropped to his knees. She gasped, as his tongue darted out against her clit. He lapped at her and she writhed, her hands grasping at his blonde locks, as he continued to torture her with kisses and licks and sucks. He could feel it as she began to build and he stopped, wanting to prolong her orgasm.

She whined in protest as he stood and he smirked. He dropped his pyjama pants and climbed up onto the bed between her legs. He bent and pressed his lips to hers, briefly, then her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, pausing to give each one a hard suck, before he grabbed her leg and flipped her so that she was on her stomach. He grabbed her hips, jerking her up onto all fours and pressing himself against her. She let out a soft moan, turning her face just enough so that he could see her biting her lip. "I put a silencing charm on the room, Hermione. Don't worry about Theo." He bent and kissed her lower back softly, before lining himself up and slamming into her hard with no preamble. "Ah!" She cried out, her arm reaching around to push against his stomach. "Shh, love. Relax." He murmured, easing himself out as her hand dropped back down to the bed. He eased in slowly and back out again, giving her a moment to adjust, before picking up the pace. He held her hips firmly, and slammed into her hard again. "Fuck, Draco," she cried, and he stilled.

"Say it again, love." He slammed into her and she cried out.

"Say, what?" She asked breathlessly.

"Say my name, Hermione." He said, as he jerked her back against him burying himself inside of her.

"Ah! Draco!" She cried out.

"Mm, again." He pounded into her, over and over, as she cried out his name each time. He reached around to rub against her clit, as he continued his hard and fast pace. She moaned loudly, and he could feel her begin to tighten around him. They finished together, riding out their orgasms and finally collapsing onto the bed. Hermione rolled over and Draco claimed her mouth with his before she could say anything. He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, their naked bodies entwined as they kissed desperately, clinging to one another. Finally, he broke away. He planted one last kiss on her swollen lips and rolled off of the bed.

He gathered her clothes from the floor and tossed them to her, before walking over to his closet. He opened it and chose a simple black t-shirt and jeans, dressing quickly, turning to find her waiting on him. "Ready?" He asked.

"Mm, as much as I'll ever be, I think," she said, frowning, her brows puckering together to make a small indention in her forehead.

"I'm sure you and Weasley will work it out." Draco said, trying to interpret the meaning behind her words.

She bit her lip, "Yes, I suppose..."

He frowned, but didn't question her. Instead, he walked around her and opened the door. They walked out together and Theo waved from his spot at the bar as they passed, "See you around, Granger."

"Bye, Theo."

Draco led her out across the small lobby and into the lift, pressing the button for the ground floor. His stomach fluttered, nervous. He had been kicking around the idea since last night, trying to decide on whether or not he should go through with it. He had finally made his decision. When the lift dinged open, he followed her over to the door. It was raining, he noted briefly. Hermione turned to look at him, her brown eyes studying his face. "This has been fun, Granger."

She flushed and smiled. "Yes."

"I mean it," Draco said, cupping her chin. "I've enjoyed your company immensely. If... things were different... But they're not. I'm sorry about this, princess, but it's really for the best." He pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at her temple. He watched as her eyes widened in shock, and another emotion that clawed at him. "Obliviate," he whispered, watching the hurt in her eyes disappear to be replaced by glazed indifference. She turned and walked out into the rain, and he watched as she made her way up the street and disappeared around the corner, feeling empty.