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"I'm so glad it was you." Hermione had surprised herself by how much she meant it. For as long as she could remember, whenever she fantasized about losing her virginity, Ron had been involved. She felt a little pang of guilt when she thought about Ron. What would he say if he knew about her and Malfoy? It doesn't matter, he's gone. Besides, she continued mentally, he wouldn't mind if he knew how Draco had been there for her after Ron died. She thought back to the second she found out about Ron. Draco had been there. He had held her for hours until she couldn't cry anymore. No, Ron would be pleased that it was with someone who cared about me.
Thinking about last night filled her head with sensual images. Draco had been unbelievably gentle and surprisingly loving. He didn't treat her as though she was just another woman in his long line of lovers. He wasn't just having sex, he was making love. This concerned Hermione as much as she appreciated it. He was probably just trying to be nice, to make it special. Yeah, that's it. Nothing more. She nodded to herself and looked down at her report. She was at work but she knew, coming in, that she would be useless today.
Draco had left after she had gone to sleep. She supposed he didn't want to make it awkward for the morning and wanted to give her some space. She wished he hadn't left; the loss of contact between them was almost agonizing. When she woke up and he hadn't been next to her she had been disappointed, but then again he had done everything else perfectly, so who was she to complain? He had been so incredible; she wasn't sure how any woman could willingly take themselves from his bed. She wanted to moan at the thought of his hands on her. She knew she should have been satiated after the hours of lovemaking but she wasn't. It was appalling. She couldn't count how many times she had come last night, and she still wanted more. She was turning into quite the scarlet woman. She smirked to herself at the thought when she heard a familiar voice.
"And what is that smirk for?" She looked up to see Draco peering down at her. Her smile faded and a blush took over her face instead. She cleared her throat.
"Draco. What-What are you doing here?" She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. She was already turned on just by looking at him. Knowing what was underneath those finely tailored robes was going to wreak havoc on her nerves. Get yourself together Hermione. It was one night, nothing more.
"I came to take you to lunch, of course." He replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Di-did we have plans?" She looked down and shifted some papers, trying to act casual. Besides she wanted to avoid his gaze while she got control of her senses.
"No but it is Tuesday." Draco noticed her nervousness and thought that maybe this impromptu lunch had been a bad idea. All morning he had waited for noon to come so he could nonchalantly ask her to lunch. He was a man obsessed. How was he supposed to concentrate at work when all he could think about was last night? The first time had been great but the more the night progressed the better it got. He couldn't remember a time that he had enjoyed sex more. He must have been going insane. After all the loose women he had bedded, the best had been a virgin? Impossible…
"I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean, exactly." Hermione replied bringing Draco from his thoughts.
"Tuesdays are the worst day of the week." Draco said simply. He wanted to hit himself. He was acting like a moron. Hermione frowned in confusion.
"What?"
"Everyone says Mondays are the worst day but I disagree. On Monday, you know it's going to be awhile before the weekend. Wednesdays are the middle of the week so you are halfway to the end. Thursday is only one day away from the weekend and Friday is technically the weekend, by five o'clock, at least. So, Tuesday is the worst day because you are still stuck with three days left till the weekend." Draco rambled. I am an idiot. What the hell am I even talking about?
"Well what about Saturday and Sunday?" She played along.
"Days of rest. They don't count."
"So what does this have to do with lunch?" Hermione felt much more relaxed now. She wondered if that had been Draco's intent.
"I just wanted to see if I could make my Tuesday better by having lunch with you." Hermione felt the butterflies return to her stomach. She stared at him for a moment, then, smiled.
"Sure. Let me just grab my stuff and tell Edgar that I am leaving." She got up and walked to the office behind her, leaving Draco standing there. Edgar, was Hermione's boss. Normally he was a very grumpy old man but he had developed an admiration for Hermione and because of that, he showed favoritism to her. Most of the people in her department resented her for it but she couldn't help that her absurd work ethic finally had come in handy. Hermione knocked on the door to his office and heard a gruff. "Come in" as a response.
"Mr. Collins." Hermione poked her head in.
"Edgar." He interjected. "How many times have I told you to call me Edgar, Hermione?"
"Too many," she sighed. "Is it okay for me to go to lunch a little early today?" Hermione asked timidly. Edgar stood up and peered out the blinds of his office over the rims of his spectacles. Draco was leaning across Hermione's desk examining her photos, picking them up one by one to look at them closer.
"Oh, you have a date, I see."
"Er, no. Actually, Draco is just a friend." Edgar turned to her and smiled knowingly.
"Take your time, dear. Have fun."
"Thank you, Mr.-" She started but remember his earlier comment and continued. "Edgar. I won't be gone too long." Hermione pulled her head out of the room and turned back to Draco. He was holding a picture in his hand.
"You still have this?" He lifted up the frame and held it out for her to see. She smiled as she gently took it. Harry, Ron, Draco, and Hermione were all smiling up at her and waving. The picture had been taken the day they had finally completed fixing the damage at Hogwarts. They all looked awful. Hermione's hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and her sleeve was torn. Harry was wearing beat up sneakers and had dirt smeared on his face. Ron was laughing as he wiped sweat off his forehead. And then there was Draco. He was smiling one of his rare, real smiles. He looked much better than the rest. His robes were still intact and hair was in its place but he did have a nasty bruise on his arm.
"Of course. That was a great day." She gently set the picture next to the others.
"I never thought I'd say this, but sometimes I really miss, Weasley." Draco meant it. Ron Weasley had actually turned out to be an okay guy. He couldn't recall another person being more comical. He definitely would never be able to find someone who could hold firewhisky as well as himself or be as apt at chess.
"Me too." Hermione smiled sadly. Draco cleared his throat trying to rid the air of the sudden tension.
"Shall we go?" Draco asked, causing Hermione to nod.
Later, after lunch, Draco was sitting at his desk looking at a report, when his door swung open. He looked up slowly to see what the problem was.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Malfoy." Therese screeched as Blaise stormed in, his robes billowed out behind him.
" Where the bloody hell, have you been?" Blaise yelled.
"At lunch with Hermione," Draco replied calmly. "It's okay Therese." He nodded to her and looked back at his papers once she had shut the door. He had been funneling all of his sexual frustration into his work. Lunch with Hermione was supposed to have calmed him, to get him to realize that nothing was going to happen between them. It hadn't worked. Lunch had only further fueled his desire for her. Not only, was the sex phenomenal the night before but her intellect and wit made her far more attractive. Whenever, she had licked her lips or made the slightest sigh of content, he had wanted to grab her, throw her down and take her right on the table. He didn't care who was watching.
"Hermione?" Blaise questioned.
"Yes." Draco did not look up from his desk. He didn't want to talk about this with Blaise. He didn't even want to internally debate this. He needed to find a way to let it go.
"So… Did you guys, you know?" Blaise raised his eyebrows suggestively and took a seat across from him. He had already completely forgotten why he was mad in the first place.
"Go to Lorenzo's? Yes."
"Don't be an idiot. You know what I'm asking." Blaise leaned forward, trying to get Draco to look at him.
"I don't want to talk about it." Draco stared at the report in front of him. The numbers were starting to blur right before his eyes.
"Someone's in a pissy mood." Blaise lounged back on the chair.
"Someone's trying to run a company, is more like." Draco snapped at him, looking at him in the eye this time.
"Bloody hell, Draco!" Blaise yelled back angrily. He didn't take kindly to being attacked.
"Sorry. I'm just really busy right now…" Draco feebly strung together an excuse for his outburst.
"What happened?" Blaise lowered his voice. "Was it that bad?" Draco sighed heavily and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to tell Blaise everything.
"Quite the opposite."
"So the problem is?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what to do now." Draco leaned back in his chair, contemplating a course of action.
"What do you mean? You already had sex with her, what else is there to do? Don't be such a girl and get attached. It wasn't like she took your virginity."
"Blaise, you obviously don't understand."
"Look, if you want to have sex with her again, have sex with her again. I'm sure it won't be that hard but my advice, is to stay away for awhile. Women get clingy after having sex and it gets rather annoying."
"You are such an arrogant, heartless bastard." Draco chuckled.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Blaise pursed his lips and looked down at his hands. "It certainly helps in business. Maybe you could learn from me and start worrying about your work." Blaise then remembered why he was there. Draco had missed a dozen important owls while he was gone and Blaise could not give the final word on Wilson's final offer to Mr. Smith because Draco had not been there to confirm the numbers.
"Blaise, it's like I can't get her out of my mind. Everything reminds me of her." Blaise looked at him with disgust. "It's repulsive isn't it?" Draco agreed. "I can't help it. Hermione is so smart and clever and the sex was so fantastic."
"What happened to you?" Blaise reached out and touched a hand to Draco's forehead. "Are you ill? I mean I feel like I'm going to throw up but…" Draco swatted his hand away.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He said with a tone of finality.
"Fine. Fine. I'll go." Blaise rose from his chair and walked to the door. "Just one question." Draco looked at him curiously. "Since you had sex with Hermione, does that mean I can't?" Blaise was just egging him on and Draco knew it but that didn't stop him from launching a paperweight at Blaise's head. Blaise shut the door just in time to hear the hard object hit the door followed by a loud, "Degenerate bastard."