Here's another chapter for you all! It's a bit short again, but it's late and I need some sleep! I hope you enjoy it, there is more to come soon (hopefully)! With love, Lily's Fireflies 3

*Pop*

Draco had apparated back to the door of his flat after he finished closing up the Parlour. He fully expected Hermione to be waiting inside for him, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for the conversation. With one last breath Draco put his hand on the knob and opened the door. The apartment was dark quiet except for the ticking sound of the clock. Draco could feel his heart fluttering once again with the thought that Hermione might be sitting in the dark waiting. He turned on the lights only to face how silly he was for thinking Hermione would ever sit in the dark if there were lights available to her. She probably would have had her nose in a book while waiting.

With a sigh of relief, Draco took off his jacket and sat on the couch. That's when it hit him. He didn't have to face Hermione if he didn't want to. Not now. He could put a charm on the flat. Lock the doors where even Alohomora won't work if Hermione tried, because she most definitely would. He wouldn't have to worry about apparition either because it wasn't possible for wizards to apparate in and out of his flat.

If Draco was going to follow through with his idea, he had to act quickly because Hermione wasn't going to give him much time to work with. Draco jumped from the couch and got to work. Starting with the door first, he made his way around the flat. After everything looked secure, he put one last charm on the windows to give the appearance that the lights were off even if they weren't. Just to be safe, however, Draco turned all the lights off and climbed into bed. There he would lay awake, waiting to hear signs of Hermione just in case she figured out a way in.

A few errands and a few owls later, Hermione finally made it back to the flat. She had her mind set. She needed to talk to Draco about the kiss or else they'd never get anywhere. Hermione had gone through the conversation over and over in her head as she ran her errands earlier that day and she needed to finally face it. Feeling her heart dropping into her stomach, she reached for the handle to open the door. Confusion overcame Hermione when the door refused to open.

"Odd," she thought to herself.

"Accio keys," muttered Hermione and within a second the keys flew out from the bottom of her purse straight into her hands.

The keys didn't work either. Hermione knew she had one last option, and if this option didn't work then her fears would be confirmed.

Pointing her wand straight at the lock, Hermione used the spell that got her, Ron, and Harry into the forbidden corridor where Fluffy was hidden.

"Alohomora!"

Nothing. Hermione felt a single tear fall from her eye as she confirmed her suspicions. Draco was avoiding her. Quickly, she wiped away the tear and accepted it. If that was how he wanted to handle it for the night then she would respect that. Hermione was certain that tomorrow would bring better luck and after a good night of sleep Draco would be ready to talk to her. For now, she would just go back to Harry and Ginny's house and stay there for the night. Before she apparated, Hermione decided to cast a patronus to warn Ginny and Harry that she would be arriving for the night. After the patronus was sent off, she was gone with a pop.

She was gone. For a moment, Draco thought for sure that Hermione was going to figure out a way in. After all, she was supposed to be the brightest witch of her age. Knowing that she didn't figure out a way in relieved him, yet for some reason he felt his heart swell slightly with sadness. Draco knew it was wrong. He knew he should've let her come in. He was being a coward. All those years in Hogwarts taught him nothing apparently. He was a coward then and he's a coward now.

Draco tried to convince himself that he needed the time. Repeatedly, he told himself that if Hermione had come in that night then things wouldn't have worked out. The friendship would be ruined and everything he had hoped to have with her would be ruined. Talking would only make things more awkward. Draco and Hermione needed a break, that's all. Or at least that's what he told himself. Obviously things were moving too fast between them, so it made perfect sense to take a break. Draco wanted his friendship with Hermione to be perfect, and it would only be such if they took a step back.

The thoughts kept running through Draco's head until he fell asleep. Even in dreams, though, he could not escape the thoughts. It was as if the dreams were trying to encourage him. Encourage him to do what, he didn't know.

Hermione sat alone in the Parlour eating her sundae in quite the seductive way. She was crying for attention, and all the boys in the Parlour were giving it to her. Draco stood behind the counter watching her. He knew she was doing this on purpose. Her seduction was an attempt to make Draco approach her. Draco caved in and walked up to her booth. As Hermione glanced up at him, she licked her lips slowly and careful to get all the ice cream off.

"Hello, Draco…" Hermione purred.

Draco could feel himself losing control of his body. He wanted her, but he tried to fight it.

Forcibly, Draco said, "Hey, Granger. What brings you around?"

Hermione gently sat down her spoon and stood up with a slight flip of her hair. Draco inhaled heavily as Hermione placed a single hand on his chest. Her index finger began tracing his torso before finally grabbing his tie and forcing his body up against hers.

Hermione leaned in close to Draco's ear and whispered, "You."

Draco gulped and with that, he and Hermione were now in a large bed that he didn't recognize. He looked around to find hints of where they might be, but before he could see it coming Hermione planted a kiss straight on his lips.

Draco tried to push her back.

"What are you doing, Hermione? I thought we were just going to be friends!"

Hermione grabbed her wand and conjured up some suspensions and tied Draco to the bed.

She looked into Draco's eyes and said, "Oh, Draco, you silly boy. We are friends, but that's not good enough for me. I want more. I want every part of you and tonight, I'm going to get what I want."

As Hermione sat over Draco, she reached for her zipper and pulled off her dress revealing her lacey, black lingerie. Just the sight made Draco feel his dick harden. The black lace against her skin was more than he could handle. He wanted to rub his hands over Hermione's body, but the restraints wouldn't allow him to move which made his desire all the more intense.

Seeing Draco struggle excited Hermione. She climbed off the bed and pulled out her wand once more.

"Why don't we get rid of those obnoxious clothes now?" questioned Hermione in a low voice.

With a flick of her wand Draco's clothes were gone. Hermione smiled at herself as she traced Draco's body with her eyes. Draco was feeling self-conscious about his body, but Hermione didn't seem to care. He glanced over to her and she started rubbing her hands over her body slowly and moaned ever so slightly. Hermione was clearly enjoying Draco's suffering. After she felt Draco had enough, Hermione undid her bra clasp and let it fall to the floor. She slowly approached the bed as she groped her own breasts.

Once more, Hermione smiled slightly and whispered in her most seductive voice, "Are you really so turned on just from watching me? Oh, you naughty boy. Well, we shouldn't let it go to waste, should we?"

Draco couldn't believe what was happening. He thought they were supposed to be friends, but he wasn't about to complain that he was going to get laid. Draco continued to watch as Hermione finally pulled down her panties and climbed on top of him. He closed his eyes and waited for the touch of her skin on his, but it never came.

*Beep beep beep*

Draco's alarm was going off and with that, the dream was gone.