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 daughter named Liela Anastasia. Her father, Ron, abandoned her when she was born to run away to another country 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 5: Temptation

Hermione's body was still entangled with Draco's as they apperated into Draco's bedroom from The Three Broomsticks. She pulled away for a fraction of a second to take in her surroundings. The room was very large, almost the size of her whole flat. The room was painted in a silvery gray color and all over the walls the Malfoy crest had been stenciled onto it and colored with Emerald paint.

There were several paintings of him hanging on each wall. One of them caught her eye.

It was Draco laying outside on a patch of grass, the sun reflecting onto a pond, his shirtless body glowed like marble. His blond hair shined as it fell into his face, his silver eyes shining like brightly polished sickles. His bed sat close to the end of the room where double glass doors would open up to a balcony. The king sized bed had emerald curtains and a canopy that blocked out the sight of a black silk bedding that covered it.

"Draco, this place is stunning," she mumbled in awe as her lips met his once again.

"Not as stunning as you," Draco muttered, his teeth sucking her bottom lip into his mouth as he walked them back to the bed. He pushed her lightly onto it, and pulled out his wand. He flicked it at the fireplace and the inside burst into flames, a warm draft flooding immediately throughout the room. He also muttered a enchantment under his breath and the lights turned off.

"Now where was I?" he asked in a husky tone, then looked down at Hermione's legs that were wrapped around the back of his. He smiled a charming grin. "Oh yeah, I remember now." He grabbed hold of Hermione's thighs and slammed her against him, causing them both to groan, and then leaned over the bed, pushing her up on it and kissing her feverishly.

One of her hands rested against his cheek as the other rested her on his lower back underneath his shirt, her nails digging into it, causing him to let out a hot groan. "Mm, Hermione. You're such a sexy little vixen," he said as his lips left hers, moving down her cheek to her neck, nipping and sucking it hard.

She smiled up at him, her eyes heavily glazed over. She closed them, letting out a moan at the roughness of his teeth, her hips rubbing against his front. Bringing her hands up to his chest, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt before just ripping it off, her nails raking down his porcelain abs. "It's sad I didn't get to see these in school; they would have totally distracted me," she giggled playfully, her hands now trying to undo his belt.

Draco rose from her neck and looked down into her eyes, his hair falling into his own. His tongue grazing over his bottom lip as he undid the straps of her halter dress and began to slid it down her petite body, growling lightly once it was down her legs. She had on no bra and pair of lacy white boy shorts. He trailed his fingers up her body to one of her large mounds, gripping it into his large hand, tweaking her already hard nipples, causing her to gasp a moan.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked nervously, trying to cover herself in embarrassment. It'd been two years since a man had ever touched her, kissed her, made love to her. And only one man had ever did it, and it was her ex husband; Draco's worst enemy and now cousin from marriage.

"You're the best I've ever saw. It's sad that I was so blind at Hogwarts, because if I hadn't been, you would already be mine," he growled, his face leaning down to her chest, suckling against her aroused nipples. She let out a soft cry, her fingers immediately gripping his hair. Her hips bucked up against his, begging to feel more than just there covered bottoms against each other.

"Draco... no more teasing. I want to feel you," she crooned into his ear, the sound of her pleading made him growl. He lifted up from her chest and hooked his fingers into her panties, and slipped them down her legs. He did the same to himself and after all of their clothes were on the floor, he stared at her body for the longest before he positioned himself above her.

His long length slipped slowly into her, causing the both of them to cry out a chorus of moans. The tightness that suffocated around him made him immediately thrust deeper into her, repeating the action once more. He'd never been with anyone as tight and perfect as her. Even though she'd already had sex before and had even gave birth to a child, she was as tight as a virgin, or any virgin he'd been with before.

"Damn Hermione," Draco groaned aloud, staring down at Hermione as her back arched. Only three thrusts had been made and she was completely lost into the feeling. "You feel so.."

"What in the HELL is going on here?" His eyes flashed opened once he realized that the voice hadn't belonged to Hermione. He turned to his door where his mother, Madison, and Ron stood.

Everything happened in the flash of a second. Draco had pulled out of her and Hermione entangled herself in one of the black sheets and fell off the other side of the bed, gathering up her clothes. Draco grabbed the blanket, putting it around his waist. No. This could not be happening. Not now.

"Answer my question, Draco Malfoy. What in the hell is going on here?" His mother's voice demanded. He stared at the three, unable to speak. His mother stood there, her face was full of anger. Her eyes that were normally a bright blue now looked black, and they were shooting daggers. Madison's face was full of amusement, her eyes glittered in joy. Not doubt wanting to run off that second to let the world know what just happened between one of the golden trio's members, and Draco Malfoy. Ron's face however, was slightly different. His face had a mixture of emotions on it. Disgust. Anger. Jealousy. Sadness. In that moment, if anyone who would have known the Ron Weasley before and the one he'd become two years ago, they would have said that the past two years he'd been under a spell, because for the first time in two years, Ron was showing the slightest sign of regret for everything that had happened.

"What's going on here, is no one's business. This is my room mother. Actually, the whole west wing belongs to me. The question here is, what are you all doing here?" A dark anger was building up inside Draco, an anger that he hadn't felt since thirteen years ago. For the first time in his life, he was actually starting to feel happy. Happy wasn't even the word for what he'd been feeling for their interruption. There was only one word that could pinpoint the filling, and it was love. He'd never really known what love was in his entire life, until now. What had just began to happen between him and Hermione made his body weak and queasy, it made his heart ache, a feeling of never wanting to let her go. But now? Everything was going to crash and explode right in front of him.

"Your cousin wanted to see you before she left. You know how you two are so close. We didn't know you'd be here in your room, entertaining a filthy mudblood." Narcissa's dark gaze turned towards Hermione who was now fully dressed. Hermione was staring at Draco, fresh black tear stains marked her face where silent tears fell from her eyes.

Draco turned to her. "Hermione, don't leave, please," he begged, wanting to comfort her.

"No.. no. This was wrong, defiantly wrong. I was drunk, reckless; I wasn't thinking straight. Your mother's right, Draco. No one would expect you to be 'entertaining a mudblood'; it'd ruin your reputation. Please, do not ever... look for me again," she said, choking on the last words before she flicked he wand and apperated.

"Do not ever look for her? You mean you've been the one looking for her, and her not you?" Ron bellowed, a disgusting scowl on his face.

"You stay out of this you damn weasel. I want all of you out of my room, now!" Draco yelled. They immediately backed out and he slammed the door behind him as he walked out, storming down the hall away from the others.

"You will not speak to your mother that way, Draco Malfoy." The voice came from right in front of Draco. His father stood there, tall and elegant as always, but you could tell age was coming onto him.

"Than tell those thick, dim-witted arsholes to stay out of my wing, and to stay out of my life. No one has permission on this floor without my permission father, and you know that because you made those rules yourself. If your going to make rules, than you need for your visitor to comply to them," Draco heaved furiously, shooting daggers at Madison and Ron.

"But Draco? All we wanted to do was to come see you. We didn't get to talk to you the at the Christmas dinner party, you were no where to be found," Madison said sadly, a fake expression resting upon her face.

"Oh, please. So what is it that you want to k now? More gossip to spread around about Hermione and I? I think I know why you guys are so interested; Actually, I don't believe it's you at all, I think it's her ex-husband there who's too thick to admit that he's jealous of seeing her happy and that he made a horrible mistake of leaving someone like her, for a piece of trash like you."

"Now listen here, Malfoy-" Ron snapped.

"ENOUGH!" Lucius bellowed. Everyone was staring at him now, and no longer than a second a house elf appeared at his side.

"Master, call me?" The little elf asked. Dressed in what resembled a white toga with rainbow striped stockings.

"No, I did not call you. Is your name 'enough'?" Lucius asked hotly.

"No Master, me name is Enif, Master. Enif sorry for interrupting you, Master. Enif thought Master called Enif, sir." The elf's large eyes began to fill with tears as he waited his punishment. Instead, Lucius stood up straighter, staring eye to eye with Draco. "It's okay, Enif. Next time, just listen more clearly. You can do me a favor now that you're here. I would like for you to escort Draco here off the premises. He is no longer welcomed into this manor, nor in property belonging to the Malfoy's."

"B-but Master?" The elf stuttered.

Everyone looked the older man with confused expressions, everyone except Draco. He began to laugh. "You really think you can kick me out of this manor? Technically, you cannot. My name is on the lease as the co-buyer since you were in Azkaban, and since it's going to be passed down to me."

"A piece of paper is a piece of paper. Such arrangements can be made. You are no longer welcomed anywhere near this property. It belongs to the Malfoy's, not you."

"But I am a Malfoy," Draco bellowed, his pale cheek flushed in anger.

"YOU ARE NO SUCH THING! You're a mudblood, whore loving prat who doesn't deserve to even have the Malfoy name. You've been a disgrace since you left the circle that once belonged to the Dark Lord. No son of mine would ever do that." The words coming from Lucius mouth were like acid mixed in venom. They were almost deadly. "I want him out of here.. now, Enif."

Everyone in the room was stunned. Enif tittered over to Draco and grabbed his forearm gently. "It's time go, Mr. Malfoy," he said to him and with a snap of his finger they were apperated into the front of the house. "Charms have already been placed on the house, you may not enter until Master says so. Whenever you'd like to retrieve your things, you must notify Enif and Enif will send them to you."

Draco stared at the empty space where Enif had just stood. He'd just lifted his hands up, going to wrap his hands around the little Elf's neck and demand him to let him enter when he disappeared. "Great," Draco thought. "Now where am I supposed to go?"

Everything that was happening to him was like a nightmare come true, and to beat it all it had all occupied within a twenty minute time period. He'd been caught with a woman, who had once been his enemy, trying to have sex, then ended up getting caught by his mother, cousin, and the woman's ex-husband. No longer five minutes later, his father basically disowns him and kicks him out of a house that's supposed to be his.

"Where do I go, where do I go? What do I need to do?" The question circled around in his head several times before he came upon a conclusion. He didn't really want to go where he was about to go, but he had no other choice. He knew of no one else who would tell him. With one last look at the Malfoy manor, he appeared from outside it's gates and appeared in a different location.

He appeared to a house not far to the country line between England and Ireland. A medium sized house sat on a hill, two children playing outside on the snowy lawn. The house was nothing compared to the size of the manor. It was a two story house, painted white with navy blue shutters on each window, and had a large frozen pond behind it that was big enough to be mistaken as a lake.

Draco took his time walking up the lawn. He finally walked up the snow covered stairs that took him onto a large porch. A large snow white husky lay on the porch, it's different colored eyes staring in the direction the kids were in, rarely ever blinking. A watch dog? That was something most wizards randomly ever had, animals. Of course, this wizard unparticular wasn't a pure wizard as it was.

His arm extended and knocked firmly, yet lightly on the door, then slipped his hands into his pockets; his fingers twiddling nervously.

A few moments later the door opened and then a gasp followed from the person who'd answered it. Tall and lanky just as he always was, with his messy mop of black hair, mysterious green eyes that sat behind those circular spectacles he always wore as a child, and the legendary lightning bolt scar that rested in the middle of his forehead; the one that changed the world once it was made. Most people changed once they grew up, but he didn't. Harry Potter hadn't changed a bit.

"Malfoy? W-what are you doing here?" Harry asked him in an astonished voice. He closed the door behind him, stepping out onto the porch. The husky that had been laying on the porch walked over to Harry's side, standing there as if he was part of the conversation. Draco chuckled to himself.

"I wouldn't be here, but there was no where else I could go. There was a little incident with Granger at my father's manor, and now I'm trying to find her. There's something I need to talk to her about, and since I can't floo her because I was banned from my father's property, I was wanting to see if you could give me her address. She lives in Muggle London, so I can't apperate there."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. What do you mean there was an 'incident' at your father's? What happened to Hermione? I swear you goddamned ferret if you hurt ONE little hair on her-"

"I didn't do anything to her, Potter, so keep your threats to yourself. My mother, cousin, and her ex-husband walked in on something and she apperated before I could say anything to her. I want to talk to her, Potter, so can you give me the address so you can go back to you're happy little family routines?" Draco tried to keep his face straight, but there was a bit of jealousy in his voice. He'd wanted a family of his own for so long, and yet he'd never managed to keep a woman.

"If she wanted you to know where she lived at, she would've already told you, Malfoy, so I don't think it's a good idea for me telling you," Harry said, his brow arose as he waited for Draco's response.

"I have no time for these games, and earlier before we were interrupted I'm sure she wouldn't have cared for me knowing where she lived. In fact, she would have wanted me to know. I came here to ask you a simple question. If you cannot answer me than I'll just have to find someone else who knows," Draco said, his fingers raking through his hair as he sighed.

Harry's eyes fixated on him for the longest second, before blinking and shaking his head. "There's one question I want to know before I give it to you, and I want you to be honest. Malfoy's always lie, but I know when your lying. What are you trying to get out of Hermione? In school, you wouldn't have dared been seen in the same room as her, but now? What's so different now?"

The look on Draco's face showed nothing but sorrow. "There was a war going on then, Harry. My family was in with the Dark Lord, and I wanted to be alive. Having to spend so many years in Azkaban for being a follower gets to you. Time changes people, Harry Potter, and I'm no longer the Draco Malfoy I was eight years ago."

A simple nod and what looked like a small grin showed Draco that Harry believed him. "26589 Alias Ct. It's not hard to miss; you'll feel the magic." And with that, Harry turned back towards the door. "If you ever hurt her like Ron did, you'll be one sorry ferret.

A smile slipped upon Draco's face. "Don't worry scar head, the bookworm is safe with me." Harry nodded in acknowledgement and walked inside, and once the door was closed Draco whispered the address of Hermione's flat to himself and apperated.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay guys, really. Been without internet a million times in the past two months, having to baby sit a girl a day younger than my son Jace who's 10 months now, plus also caring for my 3 ½ year old, Jaden, it's hard. Also the pregnancy has gotten complicated, and I only have 12 more weeks to go, so yeah, it's been slow. But I'm going to be updating as much as possible. I also have two other stories to work on, a Twilight and a Vampire Academy one. Also, if you like Twilight and have read my two Twilight stories, I have a poll up for what I should do next, if you'd like to vote on it. So, hope you like it and I'm hoping the next chapter will be up next week. Also, REVIEWS, FLAMES, AND PM'S are very welcome J

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