a/n: 93 people have either reviewed, favourite or followed and I feel so humbled. Thank you ever so much for that everyone. You keep me writing this. It's my best friend's birthday today (17th August) so I decided I'd give her another chapter as an extra birthday present
Smiling, he smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her nose before disappearing out of the room to sleep in the guest bedroom.
Hermione awoke with a start and stretched out her arms. She had slept better than she had since she was a child. Her head pounded a bit, groaning she faintly touched her forehead and closed her eyes in pain. A thought came to her as she realised the silky comfort she had slept in was not in fact anything she would buy nor any of her friends. Maybe Bryan had taken her back to his flat because she had been too intoxicated. Sighing, she pulled back the covers and made to get out of the cocoon of warmth when she noticed her attire. How is it she ended up wearing a Slytherin t-shirt?! With eyes wide, she remembered whom she had spent her night with. Draco sodding Malfoy. She had gone home with the Slytherin Prince. With a groan, she fell forwards, pressing her face into the bed, attempting to remember what had occurred the night before. Consoling herself, she figured that if anything had happened, she wouldn't have slept alone but it did worry her that she had woken up wearing something completely different and that her other clothes had been strewn over the floor as well as some male clothes that could only have belonged to Draco sodding Malfoy.
Summoning all her Gryffindor courage, Hermione stood up, straightened down her hair, attempted to lengthen the t-shirt she was wearing before strolling confidently towards the door and swung it open to find Draco Malfoy about to knock. He wore nothing but dark blue plaid pyjama bottoms, hung dangerously low on his hips. Swallowing loudly, Hermione ripped her eyes from his form and to his face.
"Malfoy." She coughed. Feeling awkward after remembering the events of the night before, she blushed "Can I help you?" Stammering, she shuffled from one foot to the other.
"Believe it or not, I just came to offer you breakfast." Draco raised an eyebrow and threw an arm around the door frame, making his muscles flex.
Seeing Hermione's obvious attraction to him, he smirked and blew her a kiss. Winking, he felt amused as he saw her blush and turn away almost immediately whilst storming through the door frame down the corridor, muttering to herself.
"Granger," he called out, "it's the other way." Chuckling, he watched as she stomped past grumbling about rich bastards who had far too many corridors. Following her, he watched as she met his house elf Ditty. Ditty was a lovely house elf, always striving to make him happy. Of course, he knew that was what she was supposed to do but she was fair to herself which he loved about her. She even allowed him to pay him a galleon a year and to give her Christmas day off. He had tried to get her to change out of her pillowcase but she would have none of it and ended up punishing herself.
Hermione found the kitchen with ease after a little point in the right direction by the man of the house and was about to enter when a house elf greeted her.
"Hello Miss, what can I do for you?" The small creature confidently said, smiling widely up at the woman.
"Oh my goodness! Hello! My name is Hermione and I would love for you to call me that!" Hermione smiled down at the elf and offered her hand for it to take. Whilst talking, Hermione inspected the well being of the elf. It had no scars, cuts, bruises or bandages wrapped around it's skin which definitely made her happy. After all, she was still fighting for house elf rights and S.P.E.W had yet to work, unfortunately.
"Miss Hermione, I am Ditty and I would like to make you breakfast." Ditty bowed and ushered Hermione into the kitchen, sat her down on the breakfast bar and waited for her to make up her mind about what she wanted to eat.
"Oh no, Ditty! I couldn't possibly!" Hermione graciously refused the help of the elf and began searching through the cupboards for a mug for coffee. It was all she could stomach right now. Reaching up to the highest cupboards, she had yet to realise that not only was her shirt riding up, but also that Draco was watching from the doorway.
"Ditty," Draco called and when his house help ran over, incredibly excited to see him he spoke "Ditty, could you pick me up a few things from Diagon Alley? I've made you a list and I don't think I'm going to," his eyes drifted to Hermione and her bare legs, groaning, he carried on his sentence, "have enough time to do all the things I need to today. Thank you" He smiled down at Ditty and gave her his list and a pouch of galleons.
Immediately after Ditty disapparated, Draco smoothly walked up behind Hermione and pressed his body against hers in the pretence of getting two mugs out of the top shelf of the cupboard. Feeling her shudder, he breathed into her ear,
"Hermione," in an instant, Hermione's body and brain reacted to the way her Christian name slid off his tongue. It was enthralling and it made her tilt her head up towards his. His lips now grazing over her ear lobe "would you mind awfully," as he spoke, his tongue darted out and licked her earlobe experimentally, feeling her fall against him slightly, he grinned mentally knowing he had done what he set out to do; prove to himself that she did in fact have a thing for him. "Moving over? You're in the way of the cutlery and I need a spoon for the coffee." He smirked against her face before pulling back so she could move. Frowning, she flicked her hair away from her eyes and stared at him before an idea sprung into her mind. If he could play, so could she. She was no longer the Gryffindor prude. She could do what she needed to, to prove a point. And this was definitely an occasion to do so.
Smiling, she picked herself up and sat on the counter of the kitchen, her legs dangling off the side, directly in the way of the cutlery draw, yet again.
"Oh, of course, Draco," She purred, flicking her hair over her shoulder and then running her hands through it before allowing her hands to continue their descend down her figure, brushing across her lips, jawline, shoulders, chest, hips, thighs. Staring at him, she bit her lip and let her hands run the same course upwards.
Scowling, Draco realised what the little minx was attempting to do; seduce him to get her own way and then leave him high and dry. There was no way he'd be getting a spoon unless he played her at her own game. He would make her break.
"But dear, you're in the way." He glanced down at the drawer, which her legs were still covering. He inched closer, he was now dangerously close to her. "I could..." he ran his fingers over her thigh just below where her sleeping attire covered. "Move your legs myself." He smirked, watching her eyes flash with panic but the panic was quickly replaced by determination as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pinning him to the counter and herself.
Running a hand through his hair, she smiled almost too sweetly at him, "Oh dear. Looks like you did, indeed." Her mouth ghosted along his jawline, making his anatomy south of his pyjamas react desperately. Deciding this was it, she moved her lips up to his.
Both participants were now breathing heavily as Draco closed the space between their lips he grabbed her arms and thrust them behind his head before grasping her by the waist and hoisting her onto his hips. Groaning as their kiss deepened, he slammed her into the fridge next to the drawer of cutlery, with one hand grasping her bum and the other roaming along her body, Draco kissed her neck, biting and sucking at her pressure point before pulling away, pressing his forehead against hers and carrying her over back in front of the cutlery drawer.
"Well, I must say Granger, that was delightful. But I must get on" He murmured, kissing her on the forehead, he tapped her gently on the nose with a teaspoon. Grinning at her, he turned away and began making the coffees.
Still panting desperately after that kiss affected her more than it should have, she stared in amazement at the blonde man before sighing and sitting back on a chair.
Telling him her order of a white coffee, no sugar and a slice of toast with a piece of fruit, she sat, sipping her coffee, watching him whizz round the kitchen. Not knowing where this sense of niceness had come from, she was unsure if he would suddenly turn nasty and laugh as he tipped her coffee all over her hair. She would like to think that his adult Draco was mature and keen to make up for all the wrongs he had done, but that mischievous glint in his eye and that smirk that was the same as it had always been said that perhaps he was still that naughty little boy craving attention and love from his parents.
After their awkward breakfast filled with silences and loud gulping of their hot drinks, Hermione stood up.
"Well, I best get going. I mean, after I've changed, of course." She grimaced at the Slytherin t-shirt which she would never ever wear again.
"Of course!" Draco replied, "I'll walk you to your room." She smiled softly and placed her plate and mug in the sink.
Once back at the bedroom door, Hermione was about to go in when Draco's hand touching her arm stopped her.
"Granger, wait." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his hair as he tried to put his comment the best way he could without making her sound like a prostitute. "About last night... I.. um.. I would like to apologise for my actions and if you felt like I was pressuring you or something. I don't know, I'm just sorry for all of that behaviour." He looked away, embarrassed and added "Oh Christ. And this morning. That was bang out of order of me, sorry. " He turned swiftly and walked down the corridor.
What the fuck was that about?! Hermione thought to herself. The confident Draco sodding Malfoy had been hot and exhilarating but this weedy, pathetic man was exhausting and did absolutely nothing for her. In fact, she felt sorry for him. Her. Felt sorry for him! How times had changed.
Opening the door, she surveyed the room for her clothes. Quickly pulling Draco's shirt off, she pulled on her work clothes from the day before and attempted to sort out her hair. To no avail, she decided to borrow something of Draco's and transfigure it into a hairband. Seeing his sock, she muttered a quick scourgify spell to clean it and easily transformed it into a hair tie so she could keep her hair from her face. Looking at herself in Draco's full mirror, she admitted she definitely looked good in her form fitting work outfit. Sighing, she disapparated back to her flat to clean herself up properly. She had no idea what her friends would think if they found out so she would make sure that didn't happen!
No more than 2 minutes after Hermione left, Draco knocked on her door, asking her if she wanted a shower. With no response, he opened the door and found it empty. His heart sank. Feeling like she regretted everything that had happened between him, he sighed. The polite thing to do would to have said thank you and goodbye, which was the least he expected from Hermione sodding Granger!
Angrily, Draco sat on his bed only to fit his shirt he had lent her to sleep in folded neatly. Unfolding the clothing, he caught a smell of her perfume. Apple and cinnamon. It had been his favourite smell since his first year at Hogwarts, coincidentally the day he had met her. Perhaps his mother had been right when he was little. He did, in fact, have a crush on Hermione. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone but it was there, right there.
