A cool breeze washed over Hermione's half uncovered body and she shifted from a completely sprawled position to a fetal position, pulling the covers over herself in the process. Another cool breeze washed over her, but this time the covers weren't enough to protect her from shivering. Groaning she opened her eyes slowly. She looked across the room to see why she was cold. Her window was wide open and the sky was a bright grey. That's not a good way to wake up... she thought.

As she slowly sat herself up she looked around the bed and realized something just didn't seem right. Within the next split second the events of the previous night rushed by and hit her like a train. She heard herself gasp and clasp her mouth. Holy f- Hermione sprung up from the bed. Had she and Malfoy really had...had...sex? She looked down her body and realized that she was wearing a white beater. Only a white beater. She was guessing it was Malfoys.

She scanned her room for any sign of him, but couldn't find any. That is until she saw a little note on her nightstand. It read :

Granger,

Sorry to only leave you with a note.
I had to run some early errands.
Last night was great.

Malfoy

She scoffed as she read the note over again. That's it? She thought. 'Last night was great?' She had to admit she was pretty disappointed. After such a romantic night, him being a wonderful gentleman and all, he left her with a note saying he had to run some early errands? Early errands my arse. She coulf feel tears dwelling in her eyes and cursed herself for being so emotional. She was very put off by his sudden disappearance and flung the note across the room, not paying attention to where it went.

She started storming from place to place, gathering all her clothes that had been flung everywhere the night before. She was so angry and bothered with Malfoy at the moment that when the doorbell rung Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin in shock. She was about to sprint to the door to open it when she realized she was practically wearing nothing. She quickly put on a robe and proceded toward the door.

"Brent!" She gasped in surprise.

"Hi, honey!" Brent smiled at her. She nervously let him through the door, her mind racing as she pulled her robe tighter. Her mind was in her room, hoping she hadn't left any evidence astray of Malfoy's presence there the previous morning. As the two stepped in her living room, Hermione smiled nervously at him. He turned to her. "I brought over some ice cream! I know you love to eat ice cream Sunday mornings. Maybe we can -" He stopped mid sentence and walked up to her. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"What?" Hermione asked, coming out of a trance. "Oh, nothing. Don't worry. I'm just a little... tired." She said, giving him another forced smile.

"No, no, no." Brent said, stroking her arms. "I know when something's wrong with my baby."

Hermione winced at the word 'baby' and turned away from him. "Seriously nothing's wrong, Brent. I'm just feeling a little sick." Hermione replied. Well, at least I'm not completely lying. She thought. Her stomach was churning with a sick feeling of something unkown. She felt like it was a mix between reget, guilt, and distaste for the man standing in the room with her. She turned to face Brent again and immeadiately regretted being annoyed with him. He was carrying a very hurt expression on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling my best today." She walked up to him and looked up at his eyes. "I think that I'm just going to go back to bed. But thanks so much for the thinking of me." Giving him another weak smile she hoped that he would believe her and just leave.

"All right." He said and sighed. He looked in her eyes for another split second before leaning in for a kiss. But Hermione backed up just enough to avoid it. He stopped in mid air and looked at her again with confusion.

"Just 'cause I don't want you to catch anything..." She quickly explained.

"Right..." He said, his voice sounding completely unconvinced. With a deep breath he backed away and walked towards the door. "When you're feeling better...just..." He looked back at her. "...floo me or something." He finished. Hermione nodded and looked down. With another hesitant look to her he turned around and walked out of the door.

Hermione waited until she heard the door shut. Once she did, she felt her body sigh in relief and she walked over to her couch to plop herself down. All her life she had always looked down on people who cheated on the person they were with, and now look what she had done. And she had done it with the guy who once broke her heart so carelessly. She let out a little whine and turned around on her couch and closed her eyes. Sleeping sounded great at this moment.

Draco sat in his study and looked at the papers in front of him, but his eyes seemed far distant. His thoughts were obviously on one very pretty brunette that he happened to have sex with just last night. He sighed and snapped out of his trance, dropping the papers and rubbing his temples. He really needed some pep up potion right now. He felt completely shitty.

He looked at his hands and remembered the smooth feeling of her tender skin against them. Groaning he got up and walked across the room to the door. As he exited and started walking down the enormous hall of the third floor of his Manor he thought back to the reason that had made him leave her house early that morning. He remembered waking up to her body cradeled in his. The feeling of her in his arms and the scent of her hair waking him up. He remembered feeling something he had never felt before. Something that overwhelmed him so much that he did not know how to handle it.

The reason Draco had left early the previous morning was clear. He was scared. He was scared of what he was actually feeling for this girl. He knew that she had been different than all the other girls. She had provided him more than just an easy shagg. But after actually sleeping with her, the feelings he was sure had been just stress seemed to come out even more. He was afraid that he was actually falling for this girl. No. He was scared that he had already fallen for her. Hard. And Draco knew that he couldn't let this happen.

In the begginning it had been interesting to watch himself actually be interested in a woman instead of just wanting to bed her. But now he knew it had gone too far. He was starting to care about her so much. Like he had never cared about anyone else. Sighing, he opened his bedroom dore and shut it behind. He threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes. He wasn't much of a sleeper but at this moment he felt exhausted. Soon he fell into a deep slumber, his last thoughts being that the only way to stop these feelings was to completely avoid any contact with her. With Hermione.

AN: Hey guys. I know my updates are getting less frequent, but i have crazy school work to do. And also i know this chapter isnt that long, but i promise that it will only get better after this.

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