a/n; I am an awful person. I know. Sorry to all nearly 50(!) followers about the lack of updates, I merely have the excuse of being incredibly busy and not being able to get to a computer to type up the handwritten chapters I've written while travelling to and fro from work and London seeing friends. I hope to have another chapter uploaded before Monday as I have them all written, I just need to type them up. Again, I am SO SO sorry.

"I know," She muttered back before pressing their lips together.

Draco groaned as Hermione bit his lower lip, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her tiny frame. As his tongue licked her lip, Hermione gasped, allowing Draco the space to slide his tongue into his partner's mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance as Hermione raked her hands through Draco's soft, platinum hair, pulling his head closer. Chuckling, Draco let his hands wander over his former enemy's figure, adoring the curvature of her waist and her behind. His hands rested on her behind as she moaned into his mouth.

Awkward coughing alerted the couple of another presence, bringing the two adults back to reality. They had forgotten they stood in a muggle bar, thankfully to the side, in a dark neglected corner. Hermione broke the kiss, rested her forehead against Draco's and breathed in deeply. After a moment, Hermione stepped away, still staring at Draco before running her hands through her frizzy, unmanageable curls, smiling and turning around.

"Well, this is new, my dear." Bryan jested as he waggled an eyebrow, holding a tray of empty glasses.

Hermione frowned, and looked back at the subject of the conversation who merely stood with a smirk on his face, scowling, Hermione turned back to the bartender.

"It is definitely not what you think, Bryan. We were merely reintroducing ourselves. You see, we used to go to school together and haven't seen each other in a while. So thank you, but no thank you for your...inappropriate eyebrow waggling. We will not be doing anything of the sort." She nodded firmly, before storming off to the table.

Holding back laughter, Draco whispered as he too walked past the elder man, "Not that I don't want to. She's a very stubborn woman." Bryan grinned. He had spent so much time over the past few years attempting to set Hermione up with someone, it would be a waste for such a lovely, gorgeous girl like her to be single. Of course, she refused to go on a blind date and said she had no time for dating anyway as she was very busy at work, trying to win rights for some animals or something.

Shrugging, he smiled as he gripped his tray and placed more empty glasses on it. She may have just found her distraction.

Back at the table, Hermione sat, with her eyes closed and her head back against the seat of the booth. Sighing, she questioned why on Earth she had allowed herself to be kissed by Draco sodding Malfoy! Or had she kissed him first? She was unsure and she didn't know if she wanted the answer.

"Granger, I'm going to go. This has been...interesting. We definitely should not do this again." He frowned, standing up and making to leave when a small, female hand gripped around his left arm, grazing over the fabric of his forearm. He froze. His forearm was off limits. It had caused him so much pain over the past years and he seriously regretted having it done, after all, where was the supposed Dark Lord now? Dead. And now, Draco was left with the burden of being alone. His mother...unfit and unwell mentally and he didn't even want to think of his father. It was a sore topic.

"Malfoy, don't go." Her eyes brimming with tears as her mouth began to tremble. "I-I just need company tonight." She mumbled before tears leaked down her face. Leaning forwards, Hermione attempted to hide her face with her thick locks, but Draco had already seen all he had to. Grabbing his drink, he shuffled out of his booth before standing at the edge of the table, staring at her, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to but he couldn't just leave her. Not in this state. Groaning, he thrust a hand into his hair, dishevelling it.

Hermione sniffled, peering over her eyelashes. The booth opposite her was now empty and his drink was gone, as was he. Little did she know that he was stood, having a mental argument with himself about whether to help her. Suddenly, she felt warm hands circling her waist, pushing her gently over as a body sat down next to her, sharing its heat with her. Sitting up straight, she wiped away her tears, attempting to look like the girl she once was; full of glory and pride.

"Hermione," A soothing male voice murmured inches from her ear. "Hermione, it's okay, just please. Stop crying." His voice was calming and so unlike the former Draco Malfoy but alas she could not help but fall into the spell of his words, she felt powerless. The hands gripping her softly let go and Hermione found herself automatically missing the heat they emitted and was about to express her displeasure of the action when an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards a body, and another arm wrapping itself around her shoulders, pressing her weary head against a chest which she innocently snuggled into, as if it were natural. His hand curled itself into her hair and gently caressed her scalp, calming her thoroughly. Taking a deep breath, Hermione summoned all her Gryffindor bravery before sitting up and staring into the orbs of stormy grey lust.

"Draco. Kiss me." She breathed. Her eyes closed as he gingerly pressed his lips against hers, her hands coiling into his hair as his gripped both sides of her face. Pulling back, Draco's face furrowed. He was confused. It was as if she didn't mind that he had been a Death Eater and she had been part of the Order of the Phoenix. They were complete opposites of the spectrum and yet he could see clear wanton in her eyes just as he was sure he was reflecting the emotion. Hermione lifted her pencil skirt slightly so she could easily manoeuvre herself onto Draco's lap. Straddling him, she pressed her chest against his before nibbling at his earlobe. "Draco," she purred. "Take me."

Three words. Three fucking words. It was all it took for the unravelling of Draco's control. With a hiss, he apparated them to his bedroom in his flat. Rolling over, Draco pressed himself against the woman he longed for and had since perhaps the beginning of their Hogwarts education. Kissing his way along her jawline, he ran his hands down her arms before gripping her wrists and pulling them above her head, holding them in place with one hand. "Hermione. I've wanted you for so fucking long." She squirmed underneath him, relishing in the idea of someone wanting her. It had been a while. "Now, now, little miss know-it-all. Stay still or I'll stop." He smirked knowing that that she wouldn't allow him to stop.

Using his other hand to undo her shirt buttons, he replaced the fabric he undid with his mouth causing Hermione to mewl as he sucked the skin just above her breasts. Arching up towards him, her eyes closed shut, she grabbed the sheets around her. "Draco," She gasped. "Oh Draco." Running her hands across his sculpted back, she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. This meant her skirt had been forced up, exposing her underwear, her heels pressing into his backside but Draco had yet to notice as he pulled her up into a sitting position after having enough of her shirt buttons. Untucking her purple shirt, he grazed her skin with his fingers causing her to shiver. His hands tugged her shirt over her head and his eyes fixated on her torso. A black lace bra covering her modesty. Engrossed, his fingers skimmed over her pale flesh before circling her nipples through the thin fabric. Moaning, Hermione pressed herself into his hands more and pulled her arms forcefully out of Draco's grip. Using her new found freedom, she pulled Draco's shirt out of his trousers and ripped it off his body, sending buttons flying in every direction. Running her hands over his chest, her hands accidentally ran over his nipple causing him to jerk up towards her and growl deeply.

Gripping her strongly around the waist, he picked her up and threw her backwards onto the bed, leaving her knees and below dangling off the bed. With a smirk, he kissed her through her bra before trailing downwards, stopping at her navel. Smirking up at her, he dipped his tongue in, swirling it around. He winked at her before carrying on his descent, nibbling, sucking and kissing, leaving his mark all over her soft skin. His mouth terminated its torture when it came to the obstacle of Hermione's skirt. His hands ran up Hermione's thighs causing a feeling of tenseness to pool just south of Draco's chin. Feeling his breath so close to her area of need drove her insane and she almost lost it just imagining what he would be doing in mere moments. Wanting to distract Hermione whilst his fingers searched for the zipper on her clothes, he kissed his way up to her neck before biting and sucking on her pressure point, forcing Hermione to rake her nails down Draco's back.

"Draco?" She stammered. Thinking she was merely moaning his name, he carried on his actions but when she grabbed him by the hair roots and pulled him up to her face, he had no choice but to comply. "Draco, I need the loo." She blushed.

Angrily, he hissed at her, "now?!" Honestly! This woman had a nerve! They were so close to sex and she needed to empty her bladder. She could not have worse timings, he thought to himself but he knew that if he didn't let her go, she would simply complain for the next 10 minutes. "Fine." He spoke against her lips before getting up and offering her his hand, helping her get up. Pointing to his en suite, he sat on the bed whilst he waited.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Hermione stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was flushed, her lips swollen and her body littered with bruises. Brushing a hand through her hair, she unknotted her hair as she knew Draco loved to grip onto it. Unzipping her skirt, she stepped out, happy that she had shaved her legs that morning in the shower. She sat on the toilet and closed her eyes. She was exhausted.

10 minutes turned into 15 and Hermione had yet to leave the bathroom, getting worried, Draco knocked on the door. "Hermione?" He tapped on the door louder. "Hermione, I'm coming in." Pulling his wand out of his trouser pocket, he muttered the unlocking spell and barged in. The sight would have been hilarious if the two had not been in the midst of love making. Hermione had fallen asleep. Whilst sitting on the toilet. Chuckling, Draco wrapped an arm under her knees and another around her armpits before placing her on his bed. Pulling her underwear back up for her, he smiled at her sleeping form. She truly was beautiful. Unbuckling her heels, he dropped them to the floor before disappearing into his wardrobe to find a shirt for her to wear. He grabbed the first t-shirt he saw and gently pulled it over her head before pulling her limbs through the arm holes. Pulling back the duvet, he picked up his guest and settled her in there and later wrapped her in the comforting material. Smiling, he smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her nose softly before disappearing out of the room to sleep in the guest bedroom.