To Fix a Broken Heart

"Now who might you be?" Malfoy said sexily as he walked over to Hermione. His blonde hair messily resting on his head, which to her was so much more of a turn on then the way he wore it at Hogwarts. Her gaze drifted down his body taking every part of him in. His chest was covered in a tight black t-shirt and he was wearing black baggy jeans. Her eyes went over every line of his rock hard chest and abs which were amazingly large, but not by too much. Around his neck hung a dragon pendent with a diamond eye. It was held up by an almost invisible, small silver chain.

She stood slowly, never breaking contact with his now ocean blue eyes. He began to circle her, his gaze flowing over her like molten lava, making her burn within. Her heartbeat quickened as he reached out and grazed her bare arm.

"What the fuck is he touching me for? It's Draco Malfoy! He would never touch a muggle born if his life depended on it!" She paused for a moment. "But oh god, he's so hott."

"Slightly tan, smooth skin," said Draco seductively. He stopped dead in front of her and took a step forward. As he did Hermione stepped back. She wasn't sure if she wanted him near her, but she wasn't sure enough that she was going to turn and leave. The truth was that even if she had wanted too, she probably wouldn't have been able.

"Beautiful honey brown eyes." Taking several more steps forward, she was almost against the wall. One more and she bumped against it. He quickly closed the distance to almost nothing. Lifting his hands up he cupped her face in them gently.

"Luscious, pouty lips," he said as his thumb brushed over them lightly. He began to slide his hand slowly down her side.

"Perfect curves." His hands drifted down to her butt and with a light squeeze he stated, "And one tight ass." Hermione's eyes bulged lightly from surprise when he did.

"What does he think he's doing? Or better yet, why am I not doing anything to stop him?" Her last thought echoed through her head filling it with wonder. How did he have such a mental hold on her? Normally she would never allow such a thing,

His eyes then landed on her hair. "But that hair, where I have I seen it before?" He paused only for a second before looking back at her. "Besides that you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on." He leaned forward, so she could feel his breath mingle with hers. "May I steal a kiss?"

Before Hermione could reply, soft lips met hers in a gentle, innocent kiss. Sparks flew down her body and she shivered with in his grasp. He noticed and excitedly thought, "So this is Selena's daughter? I bet I could get something more out of her then a little kiss." He pulled back and smirked devilishly.

"So what's your name, beautiful? I've gotta put a name with that gorgeous face."

Hermione took control of her body once again and a realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "He doesn't know it's me! Evil thoughts and idea's began to flow through her head. She could get him back. Sweet revenge was so close she could taste it. "Oh I can get him good. I'll wipe that smirk right off his face!"

She smiled dangerously and tilted her head down slightly. Placing her hand on his broad chest she began to push him back slowly, walking with him. She could feel his muscles flexing beneath her hand making her want to forget the whole plan and just have her way with him.

But Hermione was a bred fighter. One who was about to get her childhood nemesis back for all the years at Hogwarts he had teased her and called her mudblood. For all those years of looking so damn hott and making her want him. For making her fall in love with the enemy.

Hermione knew he wasn't evil. During the war he had made it very apparent that he wasn't under his father's, or Voldemort's rule. He stood beside Dumbledore with pride and ended up killing his own father in the battle. Dumbledore had told her that he even saved Harry's life by distracting Voldemort. In doing so, he gave Harry just enough time to Avada Kedevra the true enemy and finally bring peace to the wizarding world.

But it wasn't between him and the world right now. It was between Draco Malfoy, leader and sex god of Slytherin and Hermione Granger, Griffindor lioness, and brightest girl of her time.

Backing him up to where his calves were against the foot of the bed, her smile widened slightly. With a light shove he landed on his back slightly surprised, but excited none the less.

Hermione put each of her legs on either side of him, and slowly made her way up his body. As she passed his groin area, she could feel his ever hardening erection from her actions against his body. She tingled all over, and knew her body wanted him. Craved him, like she had never craved another. But Hermione's heart would never want such an egotistic pig. Would it?

"Naughty little girl aren't you?" Hermione's smile grew even wider. She reached his head and lightly grazed her lips over his. Teasing and enticing him. Making him want her, just like she wanted him. She couldn't deny that she did. But even more, she wanted to torment him, returning his past actions towards her. Torturing, teasing, and always leaving her wanting more.

She leaned back and sat down on his hardened member. A moan escaped his lips as she lightly grinded, making circular movements with her hips. His hands reached up and grasped her them, holding them firmly, as if to say "I want you."

They slowly rose to her waist bringing her shirt up along with them. He pulled her towards him and their lips met with intense passion. They craved each other, and Hermione was having difficulties staying focused. His kiss drove her up the walls. But still she slowly slipped her hands under the pillow, searching for her much needed savior.

He lightly licked her lower lip, as if asking for entrance. She wanted to permit it, but new if she did, she would never be able to complete her task. His hands quickly found their way to her ass and squeezed her gently, sending jolts through her body. Finally, her hand came in contact with the much wanted cold metal.

Reaching up to the head board she draped the handcuffs over the top and pulled the bottom of it through the coconut sized hole in the center. She slowly slid her arms down his sides and sat up. She gripped the bottom of his shirt and with a single fluid motion pulled it over his rock hard chest, chiseled-like face, and sexy blonde locks planting kisses on him the entire way up.

He stretched his arms above his head so they were parallel with bed and very close to the head board waiting for her to lift the shirt all the way off. Instead with a quick movement she clasped him in irons and hopped of his half naked body. She stood before him to view her handy work and smiled mischievously at his dazed, yet upset face.

"Why did you stop?" He gazed into her eyes for an answer when a look of anger flashed across them. Anger that had burned within her for years, waiting to be released. "It can't be," he thought with bewilderment eminent in his expression. "Who are you, beautiful?"

That anger seared up once again, but she held it back, afraid of what might happen. "Beautiful, now is it? Quite a dramatic change from mudblood. It might take some time to get used to." She spun on her heel, and walked down the hall towards the bathroom leaving the very dazed, sprung, and over all just pissed off Draco Malfoy handcuffed to a bed. She stepped in and slammed the door hard, making the sound echo throughout the cabin.

"Shows that bastard what a real witch can do..."

"How can that be Granger?" Malfoy thought unpleasantly. He sat on the bed helpless, unless he wanted to break the headboard. Unfortunately, he had left his wand in the kitchen, where he was sleeping.

"Such a stunning woman could never be that headstrong, hoity toity bookworm from Hogwarts! She doesn't seem the same as she was then, though. Not only her looks, but her attitude."

As much as he hated to admit it, her new, fierier personality turned him on like no one else ever had, and all she had done was touch him. He couldn't even begin to explain how he felt when her lips had met is. And she had denied him to deepen the kiss! No woman had ever denied him and he wasn't sure that he liked it. Then again, when she had looked at him that dangerous way, her eyes had begun to shimmer like stars leaving him defenseless.

Draco Malfoy was a leader in everything, including anything sexual activities with the opposite sex. It had started out that way too. But as soon as he had kissed her, she had taken him over. Controlling his every move, his every action. She was the dominate one and he had loved every second of it.

"It wasn't even a French kiss!" He said aloud. Frustrated, he yanked at his bindings and glared at the hall entrance as if she were there. "Damnit Granger," he said to himself.

"I guess it's not Granger anymore though. Erasmus, is it now?"

"Hermione Erasmus," he said slowly and softly, as if he was tasting it, seeing if it fit. He was slightly shocked. He never thought that Granger would ever have the last name of the richest pureblood family ever. It practically made her a princess of the wizarding world. He certainly never expected that. Not even in his wildest dreams.

She was the only girl in their entire age group that he hadn't bedded by the end of his 6th year at Hogwarts. He had been known as the Slytherin Sex God, an expert at his craft. He wanted no girl, except one. Every girl wanted him, except one. And everyone believed the only reason he hadn't gone for her was because he didn't want her. But that was so far from the truth.

The truth was, that he never had wanted to be the evil, headstrong, leader everyone accused him of being. He was a lover, not a fighter. In the early mornings after his unwanted, but accustomed female guest had left, he would spend his time reading, or writing in his journal. He had the second best marks in his grade, and hated Professor Snape and his cruelty towards the Griffindors. But because of his father, his more gentle side was never to be shown to any other then his beloved mother, Narcissa.

There was one more truth though. In his years of pestering, and hurting the little mudblood, he had come to look forward to seeing her face. Hearing her voice, although it was never in a pleasant tone when talking to him. He had fallen for the Griffindor lioness. He wanted her, but couldn't have her, which made him torture her even more. He hated himself for it, but did it despite himself.

During the summer after he had left Hogwarts, his father had been taken to Azkaban for killing Narcissa, his mother. She had wanted what was best for her son and gave up her life trying to stop Lucius from forcing Draco to get the Dark mark.

He was left alone in the world and he was forever tortured by witnessing his mother's death. He had awoken many nights screaming in a cold sweat from the nightmares that haunted his sleeping hours. He had to get his mind off her and one of his attempts was to enter the nightlife of the wizarding world.

One night, at one of the grand balls at the Erasmus estate, he began chatting with a wise older woman that absolutely captivated him. Not in sexual way, but as a motherly figure. She had comforted him in mere seconds of his grief that had lasted almost a year. She took him under her wing that night, and brought him back to reality. Showing him the truth about the world and blandly pointing out his wrong doings.

He loved how she seemed to have seen everything that was to be seen, and how she knew the pain of the world as if she had once supported it on her elegant shoulders. Ever since then, she had been like a mother to him, and he a son to her. Not until he was about to leave did he learn that she was Selena Erasmus. Literally the leader of all the pureblooded wizards in the world, she was like a queen. He thought back to that night, as he often did, when she had showed him the world.

Flash Back

"Have you ever been in love, Mr. Malfoy?" She had said so eloquently, the words rolling off her tongue like music. She was looking at him so intently, that he felt no desire to lie to her like he had so many other times.

"Once," he said quietly, almost a whisper. They were on a balcony that over looked her beautiful garden and orchard. He tensely gazed towards it, but never really looked at it, but into his minds eye, remembering.

"She was beautiful, and perfect in every way. That is a lot for me to say, Selena. I…" he paused hesitantly, "…I have bedded many women, whether I'm proud of it or not, I have, without caring for a single one. As a matter of fact, I slept with every woman in my year, except her."

She looked at him knowingly, as if she already understood, yet she urged him forward. Her slightly wrinkled, delicate face was shining in the moonlight. She seemed to be growing younger its glow, but he knew it was impossible. "Why not her, Draco?"

He looked down. Memories flashed back to him of all the times he had hurt her. Of the many tears she had shed because of him. Because of the terrible things he had said to her.

"She was a muggle born girl. And back then…back then I was still under the influence of my father. He had me brainwashed as if muggle borns were the lowest form of life on the planet. I know now that it is not true, but then I didn't think for myself. I was just another minion of my father. Following his orders like a soldier, and hanging off his every word. Because of his opinion, I treated her as if she was filth, and nothing more. And that is exactly what I thought of her."

"But in our seventh year, everything changed. Lucius was gone the entire summer before it, leaving me with only my mother. She had always brought out the best in me, and with him gone, it had really begun to show through. When school started, I looked at her a new way."

A tear slowly ran down his cheek as he looked out over the orchards, trying to be weak. "She was truly beautiful. She was kind, but fiery to all who hurt others. The moment I saw her, I made myself a promise to show her how I had changed. But things never had worked out."

"I went to her on the trip there and unfortunately one other from the Slytherin house followed. I entered her compartment, which was also occupied by her two best friends. They hated me, and there faces had shown it. I had asked to speak to her alone, but they would not permit it. I had even called her by her first name, which before then had never happened. My friend had then called her something horrible for not going and stomped out of the room. For what he had said, I got the evil glares. But the worst of it was seeing a single tear run down her saddened face." His face now glistened with tears and for the first time since his mother died, he cried.

"She told me to go away and turned away to weep. With that, I left. I couldn't stand to see her cry, and I didn't know how to fix such a doomed situation. I wanted her so much, and the hatred I had for myself, was constantly directed towards her. She was unattainable because of what had happened, so I let it all out on her. So she hated me even more, while I loved her with everything that I had."

Selena reached out and took him in her strong arms. She held him close to her, and let him weep onto her shoulder. He cried for hours, but she never made him stop, or made him leave.

When he had finally stopped he said, "I have only been love once. I don't think I'll ever love again." He began to walk away when a small hand was placed on his arm. He turned and looked back into her knowing, honey-brown eyes.

"You will find love again, young Draco. You have a long life ahead of you. But to go on, you must mend all that is broken, including your love for Hermione." She smiled gently. "But to fix a broken heart, you must first face the past, and embrace it. Showing emotion is not weakness Draco, it is human, and the only way for you to grow."

Wonder filled his eyes. He had never said Hermione's name, yet she knew it. He glanced down for only a second to absorb what she had said, and when he looked back up, she was gone.

End Flash Back

He looked at the ground, and held back the tears that had wanted to break free from his eyes since that night. He knew that he had to fix things. He knew not how Selena could see that it would happen, but she had all the same. It was time that he showed emotion. It was time that he told her the truth.

She sat there on the sink, with her face in her lap, trying to stay calm. She could feel herself growing weaker by the second. She wanted to run back in there and tell him of her feelings. Of her love for him years back. She wanted to tell him why she had done what she did. She mostly just wanted to finish what she started. His body called to her, and she didn't want to hide for the rest of her life.

A light sound drew her from her thoughts. It almost sounded like her mumble, but it was too soft to be understood. Then she heard it again. It was like a whisper now.

"Granger?"

She heard it clearly that time. It was him. Draco Malfoy was calling to her. She was going to go to him, whether or not she wanted to. His voice was soft and gentle. She had only heard it that way once before. But he had hurt her that day. She wondered what he would do now.

She carefully opened the door and walked down the hall. She leaned against the wall facing away from him, so she could not be seen and waited. A second later, he called out her name again. It sounded almost pleadingly.

She stuck her head around the corner and stared at him, lying there on the bed. He looked up and their eyes met. Their minds seemed to connect and she could feel sadness pouring from his very soul.

His lips parted and he breathed in deeply. His eyes had changed to a bright green. In almost a whisper, he began the long process to repair his heart, and unknowingly to him, hers.

"I'm sorry."

A/N: Don't worry about Draco loosing his image people. It may seem like it, but his normal self will be back soon. But first the whole I'm sorry thing...Read the next chapter!...When I post it...Read and Review! Loves!