AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am SO sorry it is taking me FOUR years to update. I hadn't meant for it to do that long of an update! But as it is, Life gets busy. My son started school(In Second grade now) And I Have a new daughter. 9 months old. I finally have time to go back on my old stories and write what inspires me. I PROMISE I will not take so long and update. I'm currently on vacation and this story SCREAMED at me to update. So here I am. Thank you for sticking with it. Please review. THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.
FOUR YEARS LATER
Hermione Granger sighed as she stared out the window of her office building. How she wished she could be back at her cabin. She hated the fact that she had to work. Her mind kept drifting to Draco and their magical night. How on earth could she have allowed herself to be vulnerable to him? He was her 'enemy' after all, but yet he had made love to her. And so soon after her divorce. She had not heard from Ron since they divorced, but according to Rose, he was doing just fine. Rose was her little spy. Her daughter kept telling her that Ron had sobered up and moved on from that part of the life.
"Hermione, your three o'clock switched to two o'clock and your one ko'clock came early. He is waiting outside in the lobby," her secretary said standing in the doorway interrupting her thoughts. Hermione cast a look to her lunch she brought from home. It will have to wait.
"Thank you Margaret," Hermione said sighing. She put her sack lunch away in her desk drawer just as her early one o'clock came in. She heard the door shut behind the person and looked up.
"Draco! I wasn't expecting you today, I thought I had someone else," she said surprised.
"Damn it, Granger! I've been thinking nothing but of our time we spent together. I've tried concentrating on my work and my own life, tried moving on. Even tried dating other women, but none compared to you. What magical spell did you put on me?" He demanded as he crossed his arms. His black suit made him look older.
"Me? What are you talking about? You did something to ME!" She exclaimed.
"Four years has passed since the last time we were that close. FOUR. I've had countless offers from many women for a special time together. I turned ALL of them down. ALL. Do you know why?"
"I don't want to hear about the whores," she snapped. She didn't mean to call them whores. She was just so mad. She had finally come to a place in her mind, and realized she didn't love -hell love? No she meant to say like. Who was she kidding, she knew she loved him.
They stared at each other. Each angry with themselves for letting them fall in love with another, but never saying anything until four years later. Each reliving the night they shared together at her cabin. If Draco went back over the years without her, he didn't say. If he went back, it was when she wasn't there. Draco was so neat and orderly, so he wouldn't have left it a mess. Everything was always in its place. Secretly, she was glad he was so organized. Just like her. That was a quality about Ron that drove her NUTS. She shook her head, bringing her away from her past and back to reality.
"I'm going back to the cabin this weekend." They said in unison. It was as if they planned it. He didn't need therapy. He just needed an excuse to see her. She realized that now. Her eyes darted to him, and to the door, as if she was worried someone would barge in and startle them.
"Can we really go together?" Hermione whispered, she felt her throat go dry, as if she wanted to cry if he told her no. She bit her lower lip, trying not to let her emotions show. Feeling her eyes swell up with tears, she turned away from him.
He came to her in two strides of a step. Draco turned her face towards his.
"I hadn't thought of anything else since that night. Twenty four hours, seven days a week, you've been on my mind. I'm yelling at myself in my head because I never did anything to fight for you. You've been alone long enough, and need to be with me."
He pulled her close, wrapped his strong arms around her.
"Our past at Hogwarts is in the past. This time is for us now."
"But what if word spreads?" She was concerned. She let it show in her emotions towards him. For she still hadn't wrapped her arms around him like she desperately wanted to do.
"Then let it. I have no reputation to try to keep anymore. That got destroyed in the war, and when my parents turned against me after coming back to this world." He saw tears come. He hadn't meant to make her cry.
"You have changed so much since the war," she said through the tears.
"War changed me."
She finally wrapped her arms around him. Hugging him tight, wishing she didn't have to let go.
"This weekend we'll be together. Reconnect. Make up for lost time."
"And if people find out?"
"Let them. I have nothing to hide," Draco replied.
-An Hour Later-
Ginny. She needed Ginny. She needed shopping, a hot cup of tea, and her best friend.
Hermione closed her office. Draco only stayed an hour and was already gone. She didn't have any patients for the rest of the day, so she opted to leave early.
Hermione apparated instantly to Ginny's house. Ginny and Harry were the kind of people who didn't leave doors locked, so Hermione let herself in.
"Ginny? I need shopping! I need girl time, and something sexy!" Hermione shouted. She walked from the hall to the kitchen and froze. Ron. Her ex was there. Of course, it was his sister's house, and best friend. He was always there. Ginny complained like that it was like living with him again.
The sight of Ron startled her. She should have sent Ginny an owl first. Hermione did not want to see her ex husband at all. Let alone in the kitchen of her best friend's house.
"Something sexy? Remember when you wore something sexy for me?" Ron said trying to make her remember their marriage.
"How's Parvarti doing?" Hermione said rudely. She did NOT want to remember anything about Ron.
"We broke up two years ago. I'm surprised Rose didn't tell you that. She tells you everything else after all." Ron turned towards the counter, picked up his cup of tea, and took a sip. Hermione wished with all her might it would burn him, but when it didn't she frowned. No wonder Rose hasn't been telling her everything. He found out.
"What do you need something sexy for?" Ron asked.
"None of your business."
"You found someone," he accused in a disgusted tone.
"Where's Ginny?" Hermione demanded.
"Here, behind you," Ginny said. Ginny came in with an armful of groceries, and Harry right behind her.
"Mind if I borrow your wife for an afternoon?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Hi Hermione." Harry greeted her with a smile. "Sure. What are you two ladies going to do?" He questioned as he started unloading the food and putting it away.
"Coffee or Tea."Hermione said, not saying the real reason.
"She wants to find something sexy." Ron rolled his eyes, sipped his tea, and said "ouch" for sipping it too fast. Hermione snickered at him as he glared at her.
"Something sexy? What for?" Harry not catching the drift that she did not want to talk about it in front of Ron.
"Does it really matter?" Ginny asked. "We're going shopping." Ginny. she then took Hermione by the arm, grabbed her purse, and went straight to the living room where they Flooed into the Leaky Cauldron fire place.
