"Hey, honey." Brent said as he knocked on her door to her office. He opened the door with a smile on his face, but he dropped it as soon as he saw she wasn't in the room. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to think where she might be. Usually, Tuesdays were their days to have lunch together. He would always come by her office and eat with her, before leaving again. And usually, she was always there. There wasn't a Tuesday she'd forgotten.

He walked over to her desk and tried to see if she had left him a note, but she hadn't. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill that was lying on her desk and quickly scribbled a note saying he had been there. Turning around, he left her office, still completely confused by her absence.

Draco walked into his office, ignoring the greeting his secretary sent at him. He threw his jacket on a couch in the corner of the room, not bothering to hang it up. Walking in quick strides, he walked across to his bathroom and closed the door behind him. He washed his hands, now knowing why he was doing it. Looking up in the mirror, he saw his own reflection. What caught his eye though was the pinkness of his cheeks. Usually his face was always as pale as any other part of his body. But for some odd reason, he seemed to be flushed.

Drying his hands on a towel, he walked out of the bathroom and over to his desk, taking a seet in his over-sized chair. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart down. What was it with this girl? She made him act like a whole different person. She made him act nice. He was used to women falling under his charm, but with her it was different. His hands and knees seemed to shake around her and when she smiled his spirits lifted. He didn't have to put on his charm and she still smiled. It seemed his nervous, week self seemed to charm her more than his arrogant self.

Draco was also used to being a gentelman. But again, with her it was different. She made him want to be a gentelman. It was like he did it without even thinking about it. All his guards seemed to drop around her. He didn't even know the person he was around her. And honestly, it was scaring him. After all, he hadn't seen or spoken to her in ten years, and all of a sudden he was starting to act like a foolish school boy around her. And what was it with him admitting he was wrong in seventh year? Did he really regret what he had done? Did he really care that he had broken her heart?

He smiled, thinking about the way her eyes lit up when she laughed at one of his dumb jokes. He didn't know what she did to him, but for some reason he decided to let it happen. He wanted to know what would end up happening if he did. No matter how scary it was, Draco decided to see what would become of this "thing" they were doing. Because she did something for him, that no one had ever done for him. She made him smile.

Hermione closed the door behind herself as she entered her office. Within two steps she was over at her desk, since the room was that big. She threw her purse in the corner of her desk and let herself drop on her chair. Putting her head in her hands she took a few breaths to calm herself. What the hell did that man do to her and how?

Sighing, she looked up at her desk and saw a little parchment with writing on it. She picked it up and read it, her mouth dropping in shock. Shit, damn it, bloody crap! She thought and smacked herself on the forhead. Today was Tuesday! The day where she was supposed to be eating lunch in her office with Brent. She felt a guilty pang at her heart and bit her lip. How stupid could she be? Forgetting something like this. Poor Brent had come in her, probably bringing her a lunch and excited about eating with her, and what was she doing? Ditching him to hang out with Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

Why did she go there anyway? And why had she enjoyed it so much? She didn't know what he did to make her feel this way. What he did to make her feel like... like... she had no where else to be. Like she was completely happy just the way she was. And what was up with him acting all nice, anyway? The Malfoy she had just had lunch with was definitely not the same Malfoy she once knew. She once slept with. She once thought she loved. Hermione felt another pang at her heart, but this time it wasn't guilt. It was longing.

Why the hell am I longing to see him again? She asked herself in confusion. She sat there for a while trying to figure herself out, then abruptly stood up and shook her head. "Oh my." She said distractedly, trying to shake every thought about him out of her head. She needed to do something. Anything. She just couldn't continue thinking about this, or else she would go insane.

"Hermione?" Brent yelled as he entered her flat. A brunette came rushing at him the second he yelled her name, giving him a big hug.

"I'm so so sorry, Brent!" Was the first thing she said to him as she let go of his neck.

Laughing, he said, "It's okay. I still had good lunch, even though it was all by myself."

She gave him a guilty pout and walked him over to her couch, shutting the door with her foot. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to forget."

Sitting down next to her he wrapped his arm around her. "It's okay, Hermione. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was something really important, since you haven't missed a single one of our Tuesdays." He said, nuzzling his face to her neck.

Hermione felt the pang of guilt again and just smiled at him. Had it been important? "Anyway. I thought I'd make it up to you." She said seductively, turning around to stradle him. He grinned at her and kissed her.

"Sounds like a plan to me." He said. "But let me warn you. Eating alone made me really really lonely." Hermione giggled and kissed him again. After a couple of minutes of snogging, Brent picked Hermione up and carried her to her bed. Hermione sighed as he kissed her down her collar bone. She tangled her fingers in his hair and a few minutes of forplay later, they were both lying on top of each other, panting, as he thrust into her.

Hermione moaned slightly with his next thrust and closed her eyes, letting herself drown in a pool of pleasure. As she closed her eyes, she imagined her eyes watching her nails scrape over the pale skin of his back. She saw herself staring into his face and admiring the way his platinum blonde hair fell over his misty gray orbs. She imagined his skilled hand finding her nub and massaging it to give her added pleasure. She could almost hear his cool voice breathing her last name in her ear over and over again. But wait -

Brent groaned loudly in shock as Hermione sat up abruptly. Her eyes were darting across the room, not seeing anything. Her hand was clutching her heart and her heart was racing. "No..." She whispered. Since when did Brent have pale skin? Since when did he have platinum blonde hair and gray eyes? And since when did he use her last name?

"Hermione, what's wrong?" She heard Brent ask her as he sat up and stroked her back. "Is everything okay?"

Hermione turned her head to the side to look at him. Nope, he definitely wasn't the person she had just been imagining. But she knew who was. She forced herself to smile and stroke her actual lover's face. "Everything's fine. I just thought I heard something." She lied.

"Are you sure?" Brent asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah. Everything's fine. But can we just go to sleep? I just think I'm kind of tired from today." Brent smiled at her and nodded back. Turning around she lay back on the bed, knowing fully well she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. She felt Brent wrap his arms around her and closed her eyes. Soon, she was pretending to sleep, hoping it would convince him.

Sure enough, she felt the warmth of Brent's body leave her as he got up and started to dress. Hermione could feel her eyes watering with tears as she realized he was leaving. He never left after sex. Although this time it really hadn't been sex. She heard the door close behind him and a tear slipped down her cheek. What the hell was going on with her?
What the hell was going on with her? It seemed that lately she had been very distracted, always thinking about something. At first Brent had blamed it on the increased work, but lately he realized that it couldn't be that. Especially today. First she forgot their lunch, and then she broke of the sex. She had never done either. Was it something he had done? Had he done something wrong? There was an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach as another idea came to mind. She couldn't be seeing someone else, could she? Brent scowled and apparated to his house.