Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, nor do I the characters, they belong to J.K Rowling. However, I do own the plot, because it was my idea
Summary: Hermione's now 24 years old and has a six year old daughter named Leila Anastasia. Her father Ron abandoned them to run away with London's richest hooker, Madison Malfoy. What happens when a changed Draco tries to help a broken family because of his stupid cousin's mistake?
Chapter 3: Christmas Party Fiasco
"How much longer is it going to take you, Hermione? You've already been here in the bathroom for three hours! The party starts in forty minutes," Ginny complained impatiently, her heel clicking against the ceramic flooring in the bathroom.
"I didn't tell you to wait around did I? I'm going to a manor full of anti-mudbloods. The least I can do is look nice so they won't have a reason to talk about both my blood and looks," Hermione snapped defensively.
Adding a light touch of glitter to her face and a few squirts of perfume on her body, she turned to Ginny and said "I'm ready."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You act like you're going to a ball, or you look it, rather. I wish I would have bought something decent now, you make me feel underdressed," she pouted. Her dress was nothing compared to Hermione's, just a simple red, faux-wrap cocktail dress with a pleated bodice and a rhinestone buckle on the side.
Hermione shook her head. "I honestly think that I overdid it. Do you know how many times I've returned this dress in the past month?" The poor dress had been returned seven times before she'd finally decided to go to the party.
A couple of weeks had passed since the visit with Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione had finally decided to attend the Christmas party at the Malfoy Manor. If she didn't have the support that everyone had given her, she would have never gained the courage to attend it. Her self-consciousness was what caused her to back out of everything, but she was doing this for Leila, not herself. She was tired of her daughter having to see her mother helpless and sad.
Ginny and Hermione had taken their children to Luna Lovegood's house earlier that day so they could begin getting ready. Luna had agreed to watch them for the two days they'd be at the Malfoy manor since she hadn't been invited. Hermione had been a little weary on letting Leila stay there, but Ginny had reassured her that she'd be fine.
"I was with you every time you returned it, I should know. I don't want to be late for this party, so if we could get going…" Ginny pointed to the time on her watch, showing that they had fifteen minutes to arrive at the party and make their presence known.
Flicking her wand at a small suitcase she'd packed for the two day stay at the manor, Hermione muttered an enchantment, causing them to disappear. Everyone was told to send their things before they arrived. Wrapping herself in a silky shawl that matched her dress, she walked out of the flat with Ginny at her side, to the alley and apparated them to the manor.
"Wow," Ginny mumbled, "this place is big."
Hermione shrugged as she walked to the gates. She'd been here once, seven years ago to be exact, when her, Harry, and Ron were searching for Horcruxes. It appeared more welcoming than it did before. But again, any place that housed Voldemort would never appear inviting.
Three beautiful peacocks grazed the lawn as they walked up the pathway to the door. Knocking on it twice, the door opened, and they were greeted by a house elf.
"Welcome to the Malfoy manor Ms. Granger and Mrs. Potter, please come in." He opened the door, allowing them inside. The interior of the mansion looked just as different as the outside did. "If you proceed ahead, you will be greeted by the rest of the family in the ballroom. Do enjoy your stay," and with a pop, he vanished.
Ginny snorted. "Seeing who his masters are, I would have thought him to be a snob, just like them. He makes Kreacher look like a street rat."
Hermione just rolled her eyes and walked through the arch that separated the corridor from the ballroom. They nervously walked inside, staring around in awe. The room was huge; decorated in colors of red, green, gold, and silver. A fifty-foot tree sat in the corner of the room was decorated excessively and was lit by fairies. Boughs of mistletoe and garland hung in the air; garland connected to the chandler that lit the room, connecting to the walls.
The room was crowded with people and full of chatter. There were at least eighty people there; she wondered absentmindedly how many were going to stay. She was surprised at how well she was being welcomed, and when welcomed by the Malfoys, they acted as if they'd been long time friends. They questioned her about how her life had been and welcomed her to their home. Deep down she felt that this night was going to go well, but her conscience kept telling her that this was all a set up to humiliate her.
Sipping on her third glass of champagne, Hermione leaned against one of the walls as she talked amongst the Weasley's. She knew many people there since most of them were co-workers of hers at the Ministry, but she was here for leisure, not to be around the same crowd she was every day.
"I wonder how they managed to gather so many guests. The Malfoy name isn't as popular these days you know, considering how Lucius was You-Know-Who's right-hand man," Ginny rambled.
She tended to talk a little bit of nonsense when having too much to drink and she'd already drunk four more glasses than Hermione had. "I'm going to go find the restroom, I'll be back." She hooked arms with Harry and stumbled through the crowds. Hermione knew herself that they weren't going to look for a bathroom, but that was their business, not hers.
Sitting her empty glass down onto a table, she started towards the sofa where Mrs. Weasley sat, wanting to speak with her. She was stopped suddenly and almost ran face-first into her ex-husband, Ronald Weasley. She gasped, quickly trying to jump back out of his way, but instead, he didn't move. Both he and Madison stood there, blocking her way, with large smirks across their faces.
"How many times do you have to be told to stay away from my family? You stick around like you're still something to them, but you're nothing. You need to stay away Granger; filth like you only causes problems. The only reason they talk to you is that they think you're pathetic and hopeless." Ron sneered.
Madison cackled along with her husband. "Aw, it looks like she didn't bring along the little bastard either. She's just a filthy little mudblood, just like her mother. I don't see why they allow such filth into our world, they're worse than pollution."
Their words hit Hermione like a smack in the face. She tried to open her mouth to respond, to defend her and Leila, but she couldn't find the words. Was this really the Ron she was once married to? How could he speak to her this way? How could he let that bitch talk about a person who shared his blood?
"What's the matter, Granger? Did the dirt in your blood back up into your mouth?" Both of them continued to laugh. Just as Ron started to speak, his words were cut off in mid-sentence.
Draco sat in one of the armchairs near the fire as all the guests gossiped and ranted on about their lives. Christmas was his favorite time of year; he loved the decorations and the mood it gave everyone, but this year he hadn't had much luck with his spirits being high. He knew why he was in such a mood; he'd been unsuccessful at completing his goal. When the New Year had begun, his goal had been to have a fiancé by the time Christmas came, but it didn't happen. It disgusted him to see how all of his friends were married with children and how happy they always were. Why couldn't he have what everyone else had?
Finishing his brandy, he set the empty glass down on the table next to him, his eyes gazing at the room. He'd been waiting all evening to see if Hermione was going to come, but so far he'd not even heard the mention of her name. He was the person to add her name to the invitation. He argued with his parents for days before they finally sent it. They weren't such muggle haters as they'd been before, but they still felt uncomfortable when one was in their presence.
Just as he was about to go up to his room, Draco saw a shining glow moving throughout the crowd that caught his attention. Was that her? He blinked a few times, but his vision didn't change. There she was; dressed in a beautiful gold evening gown that draped around her bust, a touch of lace and beading peeking out of its underlay. Floral jewels adorned the dress and ebbed into a full lace skirt. On the side, a double bow laid, detailed with rhinestones that made the whole dress sparkle. Her hair was pulled up halfway, long brown curls cascading down her back.
The darkness of the eyeliner and mascara made her brown eyes shine under the gold eyeshadow she wore. This was the second time he'd ever lost his breath at the sight of Granger. The first time was in his fourth year at the Yule Ball.
Just as he started moving through the crowd to reach her, he saw that she'd ran into his cousin; Madison, and that she was running her mouth- something she was good at. Draco overheard her calling Hermione's daughter a bastard and a mudblood, and let out a growl when reaching Hermione.
"Is that all you can do, but someone down, Weasley? I thought that living with a family with no money would have motivated you when you got out of Hogwarts, but instead, you have your slut bringing money in from her hooker business. You need to learn the definition of pathetic before you use it on someone else because to me you're the pathetic one." He sneered and turned away from the shocked look on Ron's face.
Just as he was about to lead Hermione out, he realized she was already gone. Where did she go? Looking around the room, he saw the hem of her dress passing a corner and he walked quickly to catch up and saw her exit the doors at the end of the hall that leads to the backyard. He took his time until he reached the door, slipping outside it to see her sitting on a bench in front of the pond, sobbing furiously.
Giving her a few minutes to calm down, he softly placed his hand onto the exposed skin of her back, his fingers trailing up to her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, whispering into her ear, causing her to jump.
Hesitating when she didn't respond, he walked around the bench to sit down beside her. "Are you okay?" he asked again.
Hermione looked up at him and nodded. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears had stained streams down her face. "Thank you," was all she managed to say before she started crying again. "I-I don't know what made them say such things. I was t-trying to w-walk away, but they blocked my path."
"It'll be okay, I set them straight," Draco said to her softly, putting his hand against her back and rubbing it gently. A shiver went down Hermione's spine when he touched her, and she scooted closer to him for warmth. The shawl she wore wasn't keeping her warm.
"You're freezing." I wasn't a question. He removed his blazer, and laid it against her shoulders, pulling the front closed to keep her warm.
Hermione snuggled into the jacket, breathing in the strong scent of his expensive cologne.
When her crying had finally ceased, she looked up at him with curious eyes. "You've changed." That wasn't a question either. "Before, you would almost vomit for being in the same room as me, and now you try to be as close as possible, I don't get it."
Draco sighed. "You and your friends saved my life the night of the battle at Hogwarts, when you should have been saving the lives of people you cared about. Also, five years in Azkaban changes a person. Would you rather see me treat you like the self-centered git I was before?"
She shook her head. "No, I would not. I would never like to see the Draco Malfoy you were before; he was an asshole," she said with the slightest giggle.
"Alright now, Granger, I was going to say the same about you, but I don't know if you've changed or not. You still have that spunky attitude, just like before."
"Granger, Granger, Granger. Why do you always have to call me by my surname? Is Hermione such a hard word to say?" She questioned stiffly.
"No it's not, Her-mione," he said, her name sliding off his tongue. That was the first time he'd ever said her name. "I've addressed you by your surname so many years… and you still call me Malfoy."
"Because you call me Granger. I'd prefer to reference you by your name unless you'd rather be called Malfoy," she shrugged.
"Draco is my name, and Draco is what I want to be called," he declared simply. They both went quiet for several minutes, just sitting there watching the fairies fly around beautifully. It was Draco who broke the silence, a large smirk upon his face. "You do realize that we're sitting beneath the mistletoe, don't you?"
Hermione looked up to see if he was lying, and when she realized he wasn't, she gasped scooting to the edge of the bench. There it was, dangling innocently above them. She turned to look at him; he was biting his lip, trying to hold back from laughing. "I guess I'll just have to sit there, won't it?"
"Logically, when two people are standing under a mistletoe, they are supposed to kiss. Or isn't that the way it goes?" Draco questioned.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, but the same doesn't go for us you see…"
Draco's finger slipped under Hermione's chin, turning her face towards him. Inches from her face, his silver eyes stared into her brown ones, searching for a reason to kiss her. "And why doesn't it?" he whispered, his breath making her lips tingle. "Would you stop me if I tried?"
Would she? Just when she was going to respond, she was stopped when Draco's lips pressed gently against hers. The softness of his lips and the jolt of electricity that fled through her body made her feel dizzy, but she did not stop him. Instead, she closed her eyes and slid her hand up to his cheek, keeping it there as his tongue traced the outside of her lips to allow him access to her.
Heart pounding in his chest, his tongue slid into her mouth and twirled in rhythmical patterns as he explored the sweetness of hers. He scooted himself closer to her, his hand slowly moving up and down against her back, under the jacket he'd put around her. Minutes later they finally pulled away, Hermione's cheeks were redder than a rose petal. "That wasn't so bad, was it? He asked."
Fingers rubbing against her plump lips, she shook her head, shocked. No, it was perfect. She'd never been kissed so gently or sensual that she felt she could melt into a puddle. What she didn't understand was why she liked it, and she didn't stop him? How could she allow an enemy of so long to kiss her and like it? How desperate could she be to accept a kiss from a Malfoy?
"No, it wasn't," she said timidly, looking down at her hands. "It's been a long time since I've been this close to someone, much less kiss anyone."
Draco grasped her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his again. Tears puddled in her eyes, waiting for her to blink so they could fall. "I don't think you've lost practice. It wasn't that bad for me either."
She giggled softly, wiping away the tears that streamed down her face. She came here to try and enjoy herself, and here she was making herself look more hopeless than she already was. She rested her palm on Draco's right cheek, and placed a soft kiss on his left, causing his pale face to blush. "Thank you, Draco."
She stood up and handed him his blazer, which he rejected. "How about we get something to drink, and I can show you around? I can show you where you will be staying in," Draco asked as he put the blazer back over her shoulders. She nodded and followed him inside.
Once they were inside, he got both of them two drinks each, and they began to walk through the manor. She chugged her first champagne and sipped slowly on the other as she watched Draco open each door they came across, showing her what was inside. She couldn't help but admire how charming he looked, and how big his smile was as she walked with him. She'd never seen him genuinely smile before other than the obnoxious snarl he always had on his face when they were at Hogwarts.
They walked down a flight of stairs that she thought was going to take them to a dungeon, but instead, it led them to a massive kitchen. Twenty or more elves were working in the kitchen, finishing up a feast from what it seemed due to all the food that covered the counters. There were plates of turkeys, hams, roasts, and many other side dishes and desserts.
"All of this food looks amazingly delicious," Hermione said wide-eyed, licking her lips.
"I can have them fix you a plate if you'd like. Are you hungry?" Draco asked as he called over an elf.
"No, no, I'm okay," she lied as her stomach grumbled. She felt timid to eat in front of him. She'd just kissed him underneath the mistletoe, and he was treating her with such respect that it made her wonder if he was trying to play with her. "But I would love, a couple of those," she pointed at a platter of big, juicy strawberries
"Of course," Draco said. He maneuvered his hand in the air, and six strawberries levitated from the platter, and into his hand. He lifted a strawberry and raised it close to her mouth. "Open up," he said with a playful smirk.
Was he trying to flirt with her? She giggled, the alcohol from the champagne was starting to get to her. She leaned close and took a bite of the strawberry. As she bit the peace off, her lips brushed against the tips of his fingers, and their eyes caught each other as she pulled away.
"Your turn," she said as she took a strawberry from his hand, and stood on her tiptoes as she tried to hold her hand high above his head. "You have to jump for it!" She laughed as he jumped and could not reach, and she lost her balance and fell against him, pushing him against the wall.
He grabbed her by her waist to catch her, and her body crushed against his as he was pinned against the wall. She looked up at him, their faces were only inches apart. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the proximity, and his eyes watched her hungrily. He lifted her hand with the strawberry from his chest, raising it to his mouth, biting it off to the stem.
A rush of heat flooded her body, taking her breath away as his face started getting closer and closer to her. Her eyes closed as she waited for his lips to meet hers when a loud crash sounded throughout the kitchen causing her to jump so far away from him that she fell against the counter, almost knocking over a platter of food. Both of their heads whipped towards the distraction, and to her dismay she saw a drunken Ron who had tripped and fell, toppling over along with a metal rubbish bin.
"That bloody git," grown Draco as he walked over to Ron, helping him up with an aggressive jerk. "Why in the hell are you down here?"
Ron's words slurred as he tried to explain, and when he saw that Hermione was behind him, he sobered up slightly. "What's this, Malfoy? I thought you were taught better than to go after something as disgusting as this."
Hermione's face reddened, her hands began to shake with anger. "What is it with you, Ron? You have no reason to be so fucking disrespectful to me every time we see each other. What have I done to you?" She snapped, closing the distance in between them, pushing him so hard that he flew into the icebox.
"Ger off me, you hag," Ron spat, trying to slap her hands away from him.
"Don't you fucking touch her," snapped Draco, pulling Hermione away and grasping Ron by the neck. He grits his teeth, his hand squeezing tight against Ron's neck, his silver eyes inches away from Ron's. "Let me see you every say something disrespectful to her in my presence again you worthless weasel or I swear that I will make you pathetic arse disappear."
He shoved him hard, causing Ron to fall again, but this time he left him there. He turned around to Hermione, but she was no longer there. "Shit," he growled, dusting off his shirt as he jogged up the stairs to find her.
He didn't know what was getting into him. He'd almost kissed her again until the stupid Weasel messed up his timing. What was it about her that he couldn't stay away? Since they'd left Hogwarts, he had never given the time of day to ever think about her, and now, he could not get her out of his head or stay away from her?
Draco went back outside to see if she was in the garden, but she wasn't there. He then made his way back to the ballroom where everyone else was, but he didn't see her there either. "Where the hell did she go?" He growled, picking up a new glass of brandy for himself and another glass of champagne for her if he could find her.
Three floors later and after checking each room or study he came across, he made his way to his room. Angry, he opened and closed the door, raised the glass of champagne about to throw it across the room, when a gold sparkle caught the corner of his eye. He walked swiftly to the fireplace, and sitting on the floor was Hermione, arms wrapped around her gown covered legs, her chin resting on her knees as she stared into the fire. His blazer laid on the love seat behind her, her heels along with it.
"I think that I looked in every room within the manor for you. I thought you'd left," he said as he sat down on the loveseat in which her back was rested against. She didn't turn around to look at him, but just shook her head, and continued to look into the fire. "I just needed to get away," she said.
He nodded understandingly. He placed both of the glasses in his hands onto a table beside him and lowered himself to sit on the floor next to her. He pushed off the dress shoes he wore, kicking them to the side, and proceeded with undoing his bow tie, unbuttoning his shirt a couple of buttons. He scooted closer to her, propping his elbow onto the loveseat, resting his head on his hand as he watched her.
She turned to look at him, her eyes were bloodshot. He closed the distance between them a little more and tugged at the barrettes in her. When he pulled them out, her hair cascaded down her exposed back. "Are you okay?" Draco asked.
Hermione's eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his touch. Once he removed the barrettes from her hair, his thumb began to gently caress the back of her neck. She sighed in contentment but shook her head to answer her question. They sat like this for a while, watching each other. The only noise in the room was the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.
She gained enough courage to move closer to him, and once she did, he wrapped his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. His free hand began to trace up and down her arm, and as he did, the same warmth flooded her body as it had before. She looked up at him, studying his mysterious silver eyes.
He wanted nothing more to close the inches between them, but he held back. She was heartbroken, and he was just trying to comfort her. Hermione couldn't come to terms with what she felt. How was she willingly accepting the caresses of someone she'd despised for years? Was it true what Ron had said? Was she that pathetic helpless, that she was going to take the smallest amount of affection that she could get from anyone?
"Draco?" she whispered.
"Yes?" He questioned.
She stared at him for the longest second, but finally gave in. "Kiss me," she said, and he didn't hesitate.
He lifted his hand to the back of her neck, and his lips crashed softly, but hungrily against hers. The tension that had been so thick between could have been cut with a knife, but once their lips joined together the tension burst and their bodies filled with a burning warmth.
The kiss intensified, Hermione's teeth sucked Draco's lip into her mouth, causing a groan to escape his throat. She broke the kiss long enough to take a deep breath that mimicked a moan. Her eyes were full of lust, and as she watched Draco, his face was flustered, and the intensity of his gaze told her he felt just the same as her.
She moved from his side, accommodating her gown so she could straddle over him. She placed her palms under his jaws, her fingers caressing the nape of his neck, crushing her lips against his once more. Draco groaned hungrily against her lips, his hands navigating down her side until they reached her hips, grinding her against him.
"Mmm," she moaned, breaking the kiss. Her head fell back as she ground against him. He leaned up to her neck and began to lick and nip his way from her earlobe down to her neck, and to her shoulder. Her heart was beating fast, and her body burnt in places that it hadn't in so long. She could feel a growing hard bulge inside his pants as she straddled him, so she ground against him harder, causing the burn between her legs to intensify.
"Hermione," Draco breathed hotly against her neck, suckling her sweet skin. His hands moved from her waist and moved underneath her gown, up her thighs until his hands made their way back up to her hips, his thumbs caressing the crease of her thigh as his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her thong.
Hermione bit hard against her lip as his teeth began to pull down the straps of her dress, holding back a moan. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and then started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of his shirt. Once they were undone, her breath hitched in her throat, her mouth-watering as she stared hungrily at the slick slope of his chest down to his abs. She raked her nails from his neck down his chest to his stomach, causing a breathless growl to escape hotly against her neck.
He kissed his way up her neck to her jawline, nibbling gently until he met her lips. She lost her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her. His hands moved to the back of her dress, unzipping it until the bodice lowered down her stomach, exposing her breasts.
She attempted to cover herself, blushing as her breasts bounced freely from the dress, but his hands intervened. He put them around his neck, and his hands slowly trailed up her arms until he cupped both of her breasts into his hands. He toyed with her nipples playfully, finally pulling her closer, suckling each of the hardened buds into his mouth, nibbling and toying them with his tongue.
"Draco," she moaned aloud, watching him as he toyed with her hardened nipples. The wetness between her legs increased. Never in her life had she ever felt this flustered, not even when she was with Ron.
Draco trailed kisses up to her lips until they reached her ear. His teeth grazed against her lobe, his hot breath caused her to shiver. "Let me make love to you," he whispered hotly.
He pulled back, putting his forehead against hers, their noses touching, and their lips only millimeters apart. He watched her closely, waiting for her response. She felt timid underneath his gaze. His striking silver eyes made her want to quiver away, but she wanted this. She wanted his touch. She wanted that throbbing, burning pain between her legs to be satisfied, and she wanted him to take it. Her eyes filled with flustered tears as she nodded. She crashed her lips against his and didn't look back.
Draco wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted them both off the floor with the support of the love seat. Hermione secured her legs around his waist tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he walked them to his bed. He pulled back the emerald bedding and laid her back onto a pillow on the bed. He climbed onto the bed and started unbuckling his belt.
She laid there, staring up at him. Her hair cascaded against the pillows, the only thing she wore was a cream-colored thong. She sat up so they were both on their knees. She leaned in, placing a kiss on his lip, grazing her teeth down to his collarbone, as she unbuttoned and pushed down his slacks. She raked her nails gently down his back, trailing the nail of her index around to his chest, down the slope of his stomach until it reached the hem of his boxers.
She lowered her hand to caress the protruding bulge in his boxers, gasping at the length underneath them. Draco's head fell back, his silver locks falling into his eye as he looked down at her, bucking himself into her hand. She hooked her fingers under the hem of his boxers, tugging them down until his throbbing shaft freed itself from the fabric, causing Hermione to jump.
Draco chuckled at this. He lifted himself enough to discard his pants, tossing his shirt onto the floor. He lowered Hermione onto the bed, kissing from her lips down to her waist. His teeth grazed over her stomach as he removed her thong. He kissed his way back up to until he reached her ear, grinding his waist softly against her, his shaft teasing her swollen clit. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Y-yes," she stammered. Her hands lost themselves in his hair, tugging it until his lips met hers once more. Draco lowered his hands to her hips, positioning himself, and lifting her to him and he slowly pushed into her.
"Merlinnn," they groaned in a union as he thrust into her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his other hand grasped the headboard of his oversized bed as he lifted her from the bed, holding her waist against him as he thrust harder into her.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco tightly to keep from falling. She maneuvered her hips with each thrust so he could go deeper into her. Her body felt feverish. The swollen mound of her clit rubbed against his lower abdomen which each thrust, and she felt like she was going to release any second.
"Mmgh, Hermione," Draco panted, thrusting faster and faster within her. She could feel the pressure building. Her legs were starting to feel weaker as the pressure grew, she tightened her walls around him, and he groaned aloud. His groans were going to make her release faster.
"Draco.," she said breathlessly. He knew she was close. He turned them around so that he sat on the bed, and pulled her down onto him. "Come for me," he said, his elbows holding himself up as she rocked on top.
She rocked faster as the throbbing pressure reached its peak, crying out his name, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him to her chest. "H-Hermione," he whispered as his hands grabbed her hips, and with three last, hard thrusts he finished with her.
He rested his face between her breasts, trying to catch his breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body shivered in his arms from the harsh release. It'd been over a year since the last time she'd slept with anyone. He reached from behind her and grasped the emerald silk sheet, wrapping it around them as he laid back, pulling her into his arms.
Hermione didn't move. She laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her leg and her arm over his body. She was breathless, and her body felt like gelatin. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She couldn't believe that she slept with Draco Malfoy of all people, and it was how his caresses and his lovemaking had been the best she'd felt ever had.
She couldn't believe that he wanted to sleep with her. Could this be all be game? Was he trying to embarrass her more than she already was? Could he be using her?