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A/N: So this is a short chapter. However, the story is pretty much written and ready to go! I'm excited about that! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts as it seems that my last chapter had a TON of favorites and follows but not many reviews. I want to know if ANYONE has figured it out yet!

Chapter 22

Draco
Past

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he caught sight of her from where she stood beside his fireplace.

"You're mum let me in… I hope that's-" he cut her off as he crossed the room, pulling her lips to his roughly.

She responded in kind, her hands going to his hair, dragging her fingernails along his scalp as he suckled on her bottom lip, relishing in the moans that it elicited. He gripped her hips, pulling her body flush against his as his want for her began to grow until she reached out, pushing him back. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks a delicious shade of pink, and her eyes were wide and glassy. He marveled at the beauty of her as she calmed herself.

"Draco-" she breathed, "We need to talk about this… "

The euphoria he felt sank hard like a stone in the black lake and he turned away from her as he composed himself.

"Don't-" she said suddenly, her hand reaching out to grasp his arm, tugging him backwards, "Don't do that. Don't shut me out."

His knees hit the bed and she reached out to lightly push him backwards where he landed hard on his mattress and she followed behind, linking their hands together.

She looked up at him from underneath her long, dark lashes, chewing on her bottom lip and he reached out to gently use his thumb to pull it free, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I just- it's fast Draco. I didn't- I was just engaged to Ronald and then I wasn't but-"

"But…" he urged her on.

"But I can't deny that there's something here, between us," she said softly and he found himself smiling down at her.

"Of course there is," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "don't get cocky."

He chuckled at that before he sobered, leaning down to brush a kiss gently against her lips, his hand against her cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it. I know… I know you might need time. I'm not… I'm not going to push you towards anything."

She nodded, reaching up to put her hand over his, as she let him kiss her once more.

He meant what he had said, he wouldn't push her into being with him. He wanted to offer her all the time in the world, but he couldn't. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. He would never tell her but time might be something he didn't have enough of.

So for now, he would take what he could get.

Hermione
Present

She was lying on the couch, her feet on Draco's lap as they both read their books before the fire. Draco's thumb was mindlessly rubbing on her arch and a small smile playing on his lips as she held back a moan at the sensation of his ministrations.

She set her book down on her chest, looking at the man before her and he smiled at her innocently, "What?" he asked when she narrowed her eyes at him.

"You know what-" she started just as the fire roared and Harry's head appeared in the flames, "Harry!"

"Oh good, you're both here-"

"Is everything alright?"

Harry shook his head, "We've got the results back from the beans, I was just hoping you'd be able to come here. Ginny's been having contractions and I don't want to leave if-"

"Of course-" Hermione said quickly, pulling her feet from her husband's grasp and sitting up, "We'll be right over."

Harry nodded, "I'll open up the floo."

He disappeared then and Hermione summoned her and Draco's shoes as Draco went to find his mother in the kitchen to look in on the children. She was finishing slipping on her favorite, worn black ballet flats when he appeared, "Mum said to let her know if Ginny needs anything."

Hermione nodded and stepped in the floo, Draco's face flashing once before her eyes before she was swirling through the floo before she finally landed in Harry and Ginny's kitchen grate and she stepped out, wiping off the soot as she came face to face with Harry and George.

"Oh, hello George," she smiled and the wizard looked at her sadly as Draco appeared behind her, uttering the same phrase as they all sat down at the table.

"What's going on?" Draco asked finally, his eyes going between the two men.

"Nothing good I'm afraid," Harry said, "I had Barnard run the tests on the beans from Hermione's office, turns out they weren't regular beans at all…"

"What were they?" Draco asked quickly.

"They were laced with the potion we use in our forgetful figs. Enough to take down a horse honestly," George said lowly and visions of Hermione's trip to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes flitted through her head. She had seen those sweets there, had read the name. Her stomach clenched at the thought.

"So what does that mean? Is it reversible?" Draco asked as Hermione's head started to spin.

"Well… not exactly-" George started and Hermione made her way to the nearest chair to sit down as Draco all but exploded.

"How do you mean 'not exactly'?"

"Draco-" Harry started calmly.

"Shut up Potter." Draco snapped before turning to George, "Tell me."

"The effects do wear off. Eventually. The amount in the forgetful figs is enough to make you forget which pocket you put your wand in; the beans in Hermione's office have more potency and longer reaching effects. For example, we had one of my interns try one and she forgot she worked for me. She still hadn't remembered when I left…"

"So someone tampered with the potion?" Hermione finally asked, forcing the words out of her mouth like sick and all three of the men turned towards her, "Someone would have to have known the potion to begin with then right George? I mean, you and Fred never… you never gave out your secrets, before."

George nodded, understanding creasing his brow, "Yes, it's under lock and key which means that it had to have been taken by someone that has a key to that lock…"

"And who would that be?" Draco asked roughly and Hermione reached out to grasp his fingers with her own.

"Well there's only two of us…" George started, his face turning ghostly white, "Myself and Ron."

A/N: The plot thickens! (I've always wanted to use that! ha!) Seriously though, any ideas? Theories? things you wish would happen?
Also, I was wondering if there would be any interest in submitting prompts. A plot, a quote, song lyrics, etc. I would then, in turn, use those to write a Dramione story. I obviously have no life lately and would love to do this for the readers out there that want to see certain things and put my own spin on them! Only about 4 more chapters to go though! We're close to being done!