I don't own Harry Potter or anything related. I only own the plot. This story is canon but excludes the epilogue of the final book.
Hermione slowly in the huge black bed. Her wand was going off like an alarm. She wanted to get up early today in order to take a bath and get ready for the day. She was also thinking about the fact that she needed to be looking for a new house. One that was hopefully unlisted.
As she turned and let her feet meet the cool floor beneath her, she wondered again how the intruder had managed to find her home, and who they were. She had been wracking her brain looking for answers. She couldn't find any. She had worked with a lot of sticky cases but she never contacted any of them. She made the decision then passed it onto the rightful person to take care of each type of case.
She shook her head and moved out of the bed and to her closet. She chose a dark red blouse, a black pencil skirt with golden pinstripes, a black cloak to go over it, and a pair of black heels. She had always had one Gryffindor outfit and since her old one was destroyed she had decided to get another. She wore the outfit when she needed to remember to be brave and strong.
She laid this outfit on the bed and grabbed a bathrobe and a towel. She counted doors again and then hesitated before opening the one she was sure was the bathroom. She did not want a repeat of last night. Well… at least not the part with Astoria. Slowly she opened the door to find the bathroom dark and empty. With a sigh of both relief and disappointment, she stepped in and shed her bathrobe.
Hermione filled the tub and then used her wand, which she had grabbed before leaving the room, to conjure her favorite additives. She then pulled her hair up into a bun and slowly sank into the warm and inviting water. After settling, she lowered the lights with her wand and relaxed. After the last few days this was exactly what she needed.
She soaked for a while then stood and quickly rinsed off. Hermione stepped out of the shower and onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.
When she heard the door open she nearly slipped from the water dripping off her soaked body onto the floor, because she turned to quickly and to steady herself dropped the towel that she had wrapped around her damp body.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be up this early. I expected you to sleep in so that this bathroom would be free," Draco said looking at his shoes, but not before getting an eyeful of the beautiful, and very naked, Hermione, much the same as she had the night before.
Hermione blushed and cleared her throat indicating that he should probably leave.
"Right. Sorry. I'll be going now," Draco mumbled and left the room. When the door was securely closed again, Hermione sighed again with both relief and disappointment. Did he not think she was attractive? Did she not hold any appeal?
She turned to look in the full length mirror. She had filled out more. She wasn't really skinny but she wasn't pudgy either. She was decently tall and had firm legs from the walks she often took. Her arms were well defined from carrying large amounts of paperwork all over the place. Her breasts were firm and perky with light tan areolas and small nipples. They might not be huge but they were large enough to be noticed. Her face had matured so she had sharp cheekbones, rosey cheeks, full pink lips, a soft but strong jawline. Her eyes were large and a beautiful hazel color that looked like gold from a distance, but had flecks of green if one looked closely enough. Her hair was long and curly still but now more manageable it framed her face nicely and had streaks of blonde throughout.
After her assessment, Hermione came to the conclusion that while she was not plain, she was no show stopper either. She quickly wrapped her towel around herself, grabbed her robe, and peaked out the door. Draco was no where in sight so she decided to make a break for her room.
Unfortunately as she made her decision Draco came out of his room and she bounced off of him before starting to fall. To soften the impact she let go of her towel once more and tried to brace herself for the jolt that never came. Draco, who was now shirtless and only in pajama pants had wrapped her in his arms to prevent her fall.
Hermione looked up wide eyed at the man she had been dreaming about for a while and felt her blood start to head. She felt parts of her body that were usually dormant, come to life at his touch. She was naked and he was almost the same.
Suddenly Hermione snapped to her senses and stood. She grabbed her things and after a mumbled thanks hurried into her room and locked the door.
What the hell is going on? Why did they keep getting into these awkward situations. She had been there for one night. Only one and she had seen him completely naked and then almost naked and he had seen her naked twice and held her naked once. What the hell was going on?
Draco closed his eyes. What was it about this woman that was drawing him to her? Sure, she was beautiful but that doesn't mean that he could just lose himself like this. He was with Astoria, and while rumors may state otherwise, he had never cheated on anyone. He detested the thought of someone cheating on their partner. So why was he starting to wonder what it would like to be with Hermione?
Back in school he had admired her from afar. She was unattainable. She was Harry Potter's friend and his rival in everything. They were on almost the same level in everything. He had been second in his class because of her. Not to mention that she was a Muggleborn and he hadn't been allowed to even talk to her unless he was making her miserable. His father would beat him if he didn't. She had also been with that Weasley git towards the end of it.
But now? She was within his reach. He could be with her. He seemed to be the one out of reach. He was the one in the relationship. Harry and Draco had talked it out and become somewhat friends since the war had ended. Ron was out of the picture. Or was he? Draco began to wonder. Could Weasley have destroyed Hermione's home? He knew where it was and when she got off work. He knew the magic to destroy all those things and make them irreparable, that was simple magic. Draco found out that the Weasley had become a drunk and no one really talked to him anymore. Maybe he was trying to get back at Hermione now. Or maybe he was trying to get back with her.
Draco shook his head. Now he was just being paranoid. He went to his closet and grabbed a silver button up shirt, black trousers, black shoes, black tie, and matching black robes. He still wore a lot of black. It suited him and was an attractive contrast to his pale skin and light hair. The silver also make his eyes look almost like molten mercury.
After dressing he went down to the breakfast table to find Hermione already eating pancakes at the table with lots of syrup. She blushed a deep shade of red when he walked in and didn't make eye contact. Draco was a little concerned about that. Why should she feel ashamed. She hadn't done anything wrong. And neither had Draco. Was she embarrassed about him seeing her naked? Or her seeing him naked?
Draco frowned as he sat down. Hermione never looked up at him and finished eating before walking out of the room and mumbling something about going to work. He heard the whoosh of the Floo and sighed. What was he going to do?
Hermione was so embarrassed. She couldn't stop thinking about Draco naked. When he had walked into the huge dining room she had started undressing him in her mind. After that she hadn't been able to look him in the eye. She had ducked out as quickly as possible.
She sat at her desk and imagined if he'd come in. She imagined that he'd pull her bun out and let her hair fall so he could run his hands through it. Then he'd pull her up out of her chair and kiss her hard and hungry before backing her up against the wall. He'd unbutton her blouse and cup her breasts, massaging. One hand would wander down and make it's way the the zipper on her skirt and it would soon fall off her hips and pool at her feet. She could imagine the delight on his face when he found no other clothing blocking his goal. His hands parting her and finding that sensitive button, using it to drive her mad before he would drop his trousers and in seconds taker her against the wall. She wouldn't care about the scratched from the wall or the noise. She had soundproofed her office ages ago.
Hermione sat in her chair imagining all this, when she heard a knock on her door. She composed herself and hoped she wasn't too flushed. Thankfully she had finished her work before she started day dreaming. She opened the door to find someone she never expected to show up at her office.
"Hermione, we need to talk," Said, a very sober, Ronald Weasley.