She decided not to go straight home. She went to see Harry and dragged him out for a drink and some food. She didnt want to be sat around thinking about their argument so she distracted herself by talking to Harry about his work. It turns out it was rather interesting listening to him tell her all about the latest tasks he had been appointed to within the Auror office.

He had thoroughly distracted her from all thoughts of the blonde, that was until she arrived home and found him leaning against her front door.

His hair was a little ruffled and he looked tired. She stopped two paces away from him. He was blocking the door so she couldn't move inside without coming into contact with him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked feeling exhausted. She wanted him to be here when she got back and she was excited that he was but she didnt show it.

"Oh I just like to come here and lean. This is where I lean." Ever sarcastic.

"How long have you been waiting here?" She asked hoping it had been hours. She hoped he had been going crazy wondering where she was.

"Does it matter?" He said coldly.

Yes it mattered. He had no idea how much. "To be honest I couldn't care less." She looked down at her hands. Lying.

"Granger..." He called out softly.

"What?" She snapped.

"Come here." Soft again. Coaxing her.

"No." She said slowly. "I'm going inside now. Excuse me."

She stepped towards him so she was directly in front of the door handle. It was still blocked by his body but she stood still, looking at the door and not at him. He moved after a few seconds so she could grasp the door handle and push the door open. He followed closely behind despite her not saying he could come in. She didnt fight it... she wanted him to.

She heard the door close as she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat hooks.

"Where have you been?" He asked with an accusitory tone.

"What's it to you?" She bit. He had no business asking that.

"It's just a question."

"No it isn't just a question." She placed her bag on the hall table.

"I'm being polite."

"No you're not." She turned to face him and glared at him.

"Why are you being argumentative?" He asked as if she were being ridiculous.

"Why are you being stubborn?" She leant against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not being stubborn." He crossed imhis arms over his chest and shuffled his feet "Were you out with Bevan?"

She huffed loudly. No point in lying. what good would come of it? Another argument?

"No. No I wasn't out with Bevan. I was out with Harry. We had a few drinks, I had two glasses of wine, he had three beers. We ate dinner. I had a lasagne. He had..."

"Don't." He interrupted, holding his hand up to her.

"Don't what!?" She half shouted, anger bubbling up inside her.

He was against her in a second. His lips crashing on hers, pushing her up against the wall and pushing his body against hers. His hands were on her waist, gripping her blouse, digging his fingers into skin.

She reached instinctively, melting into him. His kiss was like a fire starting in her chest spreading through every vein, every pore to the very tips of her fingers. They tingled when she lifted her hands to his chest and gripped his coat pulling him closer. They tingled when she shrugged it off his shoulders and shook when she started to unbutton his shirt in haste.

She hated him. And she hated the games. She hated he wasn't ever direct with her and she hated she never knew what he was thinking. Until they were here and he made it clear what he wanted.

Suddenly he pulled his lips away from hers and cupped her face in his hands, still pushing himself into her but he made her look at him. He searched her face until their eyes met. Her hands stilled on the last button as he looked deep into her eyes. She watched his grey eyes flick from her left eye to her right and back again. They left her eyes and travelled to the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks to her lips.

She didnt release she was holding a breath but when she released and licked her lips his gaze shot up to her eyes once more. Then he moved in slowly, stroking her cheek placing his lips on hers softly. He took a deep breath and set an agonisingly slow pace for the kiss. He moved his hand slowly from her cheek to her neck and tickled the hair below her ear. His other hand moved to tickle down her ribs and settled on her waist.

Hermione's skin felt like it was on fire. He was being gentle, and soft and... she couldn't think of the words to explain it.

She reached to his shirt and undid the last button before she stroked slowly down his chest. His muscles tightened under her touch, the kiss deepened and the grip on her waist began to ache.

He pulled back and looked at her again. She could see his cheeks were flushed and his lips parted. She didnt know how long she was looking into his eyes for but it felt like the world around her slowed down. Her stomach lurched for no reason and he must have felt it because as soon as it did he smiled and grabbed at her thighs. He lifted her to wrap her legs round his waist, holding her bottom in his hands, supporting her weight.

He kissed her slowly as he walked them to her bedroom. He lowered her to the bed and settled in between her legs. She wrapped her arms round his waist stroking his back with her fingertips as they continued to kiss. He pulled back and removed his shirt, then his shoes and socks, then his trousers and underwear. He slipped off her heels, then tugged down her skirt and underwear, lifting her up to pull her blouse over her head then moving his hands round her back to unclasp her bra.

His hands were like silk. He was gentle and took his time, giving himself a few seconds before he removed each item of clothes to look at her. When she was completely naked he lay her back on the bed and kissed her again pushing his body flush against hers. His skin was warm and soft and she hummed into his mouth. It had always been rushed. Not rushed in that it was over quickly, but a rush for him to get her clothes off then a rush to touch her. He couldn't wait to get between her legs either with his fingers, his mouth or his dick but he wasn't tonight.

His kiss was gentle and he stroked her face and neck and waist and chest lightly. She could feel him hard against the inside of her thigh and the pressure in her stomach was building. She was consumed by his touches and kisses. Her mind started to fog. All she felt was his skin against hers, and his fingers on her body and his kiss on lips on hers, his warm tongue in her mouth.

She didnt know how long they were kissing before he pulled back and bit her lower lip as he pushed and hand in between them and ran a finger down her folds. She was wet. She could feel the way his finger slipped easily and slowly along her making her shudder.

He let go of her lip to kiss her deeply. He then shuffled, grabbing his dick and stroking it along her entrance. She moaned into the kiss.

"Draco." She whispered as his kissed her just under her ear. She lifted her legs, parting herself wider to him and he pushed into her slowly, grunting and filling her until his length was deep inside her. He stayed still and unmoving, kissing her over and over until she couldn't take it.

"Draco... please." She was begging but she didnt care. She needed to release the pressure so she nibbled at his ear urging him on. He pulled out slowly, what felt like to the very tip then pushed back in. Slow but solid movements in and out. She could feel him sliding in and out of her with ease over and over again. His arms were either side of her face, body pressed tightly against hers. The friction of his chest against her breasts was a beautiful addition to the bubbles in her stomach. The fire that had already started was roaring now.

He shuffled again, moving one hand to push her left thigh against her stomach so he could push in at another angle. His dick now slid along her g-spot, back and forth, over and over. Her breathing had become erratic, heart racing as she threw back her head into the bed and closed her eyes letting the tingles wash over her over and over again.

"Look at me." He urged. She barely heard him.

"Look at me." He begged this time and her eyes fluttered lazily open and fell on his gaze. It was dark in the room, but the moonlight through the window made his eyes shine. The hand holding her leg moved and he pushed onto her aching clit with his thumb.

"Aaah!" She called out loudly. He picked up the pace and pushed quicker into her. Long fast strokes filling every inch of her until,

"I'm coming" she whispered. She pushed her head back into the bed not able to control herself. She saw bright lights flash across her eyes, and what felt like an explosion of pleasure ripple through her body making her shake and grip his sides for support. She felt him bite down on her shoulder and cry out as he came undone on top of her, coming deep inside her pussy. His dick was still pumping into her but slower and slower and slower until he stilled and moved his face into her hair and took a deep breath.

His chest was heaving on top of her and she ran her fingers down his back, feeling his hot skin, feeling the bumps from scars under her fingers, the dip of his spine and the curve of his waist until his breathing slowed. He lifted his face to hers and kissed her hard closing his eyes and murmuring into her lips. He moved his hand back between them and guided himself out of her slowly gasping as the tip of his dick was released from her pussy, so sensitive.

He moved to lie on the bed next to her on his back. No longer touching him she missed the feel of his skin on hers.

She felt his juices slowly seep out of her pussy and onto the bed but she couldn't move. Not yet. She was still coming down from her own high.

A million thoughts were running through her mind. Like how this was so different to any other time they had sex before. And contemplating why this was so different.

She looked over to him next to her. His eyes open staring at the ceiling, probably contemplating the same thing. She wanted to reach out and touch him. Ask him if he was okay, but a feeling of dread washed over her. She didnt want to know what he was thinking in case she was left disappointed. Something had changed. She cared about him. This wasn't just fucking for her anymore and the realisation hit her like a smack in the face.

He was always detached. Apart from tonight. He kissed her like he had never kissed her before. And they fucked... No they didnt. They had sex. Soft, sweet, meaningful sex.

"I can't stay." He said quietly. The dread washed over her. She was naive. They would usually stay over. Fall asleep next to each other then wake up and fuck again before the other left and they went to work, ignoring any sign that they had been together a few hours before.

He couldn't stay. Which meant he had felt it to. Something different. She could tell him to stay. Maybe that's what he was waiting for. A sign from her. Maybe if she was open with him and asked him to stay... Maybe he would realise...

Unless he really didn't want to stay. Unless he had thought this was a huge mistake. She had broken another rule after all.

'No feelings Malfoy. This is just sex. Nothing else.'

Her words reverberated round her mind. Nothing else. She had made that rule. Yet he was still here. Still lying next to her. He hadn't moved.

"If you want to go... go." She said mimicking his whisper. He doesn't want anything more from you, she thought. Let him leave then call this off. This cant be anything more. He doesn't want anything from you.

"Do you need me to stay?"

Need. She didnt need him to stay. She wanted him to stay. This was just him finding a get-out clause. Further proof he didn't want anything else from her.

"I don't need anything from you."

A few seconds passed. She thought he was going to say something... anything... but he didn't. He moved slowly off the bed and walked around the room, picking up his clothes and putting them on slowly. No doubt trying not to look like he was desperate to leave.

She was still lying back on the bed, naked. Shame washing over her as she had done the one thing she told herself not to when they started this. She had grew to feel things for him. And it was her fault. And he was walking away now like he was always going to eventually. Because she couldn't detach herself like he could.

Once he was dressed he stared down at her for a few seconds... watching her pathetic self loathing form in the darkness. Then he turned and left the room. She heard the front door open, then close, then a few seconds later the pop of him apparating away.

She wouldn't let him see. That she was weak. That he made her weak. She would detach and move on like she should have done months ago, rather than letting this carry on.

Detach, move on.

Detach, move on.

No more Malfoy.

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