a/n Hello all. Well here is another chapter. I hope you like it. In case you are not on my update list I wrote a oneshot called 'Boys in books are just better' Its kind of a dramione meets twilight. So if you are a twilight fan like me please check it out and leave some reviews! Happy reading and don't forget to review!

Raincheck

Draco sat there for a moment not saying much as he watched Hermione. She looked like she was having an internal struggle.

"You okay?" he asked after a few more minutes.

"Fine. Just fine. So let's get back to the meeting." she said trying to clear her head.

"Good, that's a good idea. Very good idea. So…" he said flipping through notes.

"Yeah…so…" she joked fiddling with the dog eared pages of the book she had read through earlier in the day.

"I have no ideas." he said flatly. "None at all."

"Me either. My head is too full of things. Not very professional I'm afraid. I am sorry."

"It's alright. It happens to the best of us. Should we call it a night then?" he asked.

"We have gotten precious little done." she complained. And she didn't really want to go home and fight with Ron.

"What do you suggest then?"

"I'm calling in my rain check for that drink." she said putting the book back on the side table.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Don't you need to get home?"

"One drink won't kill me. But I would prefer it be somewhere other than Diagon Alley. London again?"

Draco nodded and wondered what she was thinking. After what happened the other night he didn't think she would want to socialize with him outside of this project.

"Besides, it's almost my birthday."

"If you insist." he said standing up. She smiled at him and caught a lingering scent of his cologne as he passed by. She was easily becoming addicted to the subtle scent.

They headed out into the main store and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, exited out the front door and walked the streets of London looking for somewhere to have a drink or two. They walked for about fifteen minutes before Hermione spotted an out of the way pub that looked practically empty.

"I'm buying this time." she told him ahead of time.

"Out of the question." he replied. "It's your birthday."

"Not for six hours." she grinned back. Draco opened the door for her and they walked inside the dark, dingy pub. A barmaid came over to their table, wiped it with a dirty looking cloth and set two coasters in front of them.

"Whattll it be?' she asked. Hermione noticed she was missing several teeth. With her parents being dentists she cringed.

"A shot of cinnamon schnapps and a shot of peppermint schnapps as well." Hermione said. Draco looked at her wide eyed.

"Try it." she said.

"Same." he replied.

"Two fire n ice." the barmaid called to the bartender. Seconds later the drinks were in their hands.

"Drink the red one first, then the blue." she told him.

He raised his glass and touched it to hers.

"Happy birthday." he said as the glasses clinked together.

"Thank you. Bottoms up." she said downing the red shot, feeling the hot burning followed by the immediate warming sensation in her stomach. He did the same. The look on his face was priceless.

"It's a little hot, I forgot to warn you." she laughed.

"A little?"

"Just a little hotter than Firewhiskey. Besides you haven't drunk the blue one yet." she said holding up her peppermint shot and downing it in one gulp. The cooling effect was immediate. Draco followed her and felt better right away.

"Good eh?" she asked licking the last bits of peppermint off of her lips.

"I never pictured you for much of a drinker." he said. Hermione motioned for another round.

"I'm not." she replied. "I haven't had these in years. Actually before Rose was born."

"Then why?"

"Why not?"

That was good enough for him and he touched her glass again as he drank the second fiery red shot.

Two more rounds of drinks were served before Hermione started to really feel the effects of the alcohol. And she realized that she was flirting with Draco shamelessly and touching him in any way that she could. And unless the alcohol was affecting her ability to read him he was flirting back and not shying from the attention. Everything he said became extremely funny to her and every time she laughed she found herself leaning closer to him. Hermione could see that he was becoming a bit less stiff as well, laughing and joking with her freely. At one point the barmaid came over to tell them they were being a bit loud. Hermione burst into laughter seeing as they were the only ones in the bar. She stood up and switched seats, sitting on the same side of the booth as Draco now so that she didn't have to shout to talk.

"I think you've had enough." Draco laughed as she sat down next to him. "You're going to get us kicked out of here."

"Oh no," she mocked. "And then where would we go?"

He laughed.

"I don't know. You are too drunk to go home." he said hoarsely. Hermione's shoulder was pressed against his.

"No, I'm fine." she lied. Her finger went up and traced along the faint scar on his face. "Why did you not…" she started. He grabbed her hand in his own and took it off of his face.

"Sorry." she blushed.

"Hermione…" he started. She was definitely hitting on him. And they were both married; whether or not his was a real marriage was not the point. He didn't want to be the cause of her regret.

"Yes." she said in a breathy voice she was sure she had never used in her entire life.

"I'm only a man."

"I know."

"And you are a very attractive woman who has had a bit too much to drink."

She nodded.

"And you are married." he said reminding her of her obligations.

"I know that."

"How long do you think you can touch and tempt me before it's too hard for me to resist?" he asked looking down at the wooden table.

"I don't know." she breathed. Her hand slid over his and squeezed a bit. "Do you want to resist?"

He didn't look at her but shook his head no.

"Then why are you?"

"Because it's wrong." he said.

"I'm a big girl. I know what's right and wrong." she said.

"Oh Hermione." he sighed. The longing was becoming more than he could bear. He hadn't felt like this in over 20 years. The rapid heartbeat and throbbing in his groin shook him from the inside out.

"I'm not made of steel either." she said. "I have a confession to make."

Draco looked at her. Her brown eyes melting into his.

"What?" he whispered.

"Since the other night…" she said, biting her lip as she spoke.

Her heartbeat seemed to be drowning out her voice.

"Since the other night at my office, I've had a hard time concentrating."

"I am so sorry." he said, taking her statement for something it wasn't.

"Don't be. As I told you, if I didn't want you to kiss me I could have stopped you."

"Why are you telling me this then?" he asked leaning in so that his face was only millimeters from hers.

"I can't get you off of my mind. Your smell, your taste, your voice…" she trailed off. He was so close again.

"Oh Hermione." he said again, looking down from her pleading eyes.

"I understand if I'm not desirable to you." she said hoarsely.

"Don't ever say that." he replied looking into her eyes. "How could anyone not want you?"

"Then what is it?" she asked, her right hand sliding along his thigh.

"We are both married…" he reasoned.

"I know that." she said feeling a little guilty.

"I don't want to ruin your life, as much as I want you I couldn't live with myself if I was the one that broke up your happy home."

"You do want me?"

He nodded.

"More than I can stand right now." he added.

She couldn't stand it anymore. She placed her hands on the side of his face and kissed him with every fiber of her being. She felt a fire in her stomach that couldn't be doused. He was kissing her back; the full pink lips she remembered from the other night were softer and more passionate than ever. Her hands were then placed on his chest so that she could feel his rapid, strong heartbeat against her hands.

Draco pulled back and looked at Hermione.

"I don't want you to regret this in the morning." he breathed.

"I won't." she assured him. Hermione stood up and walked over to the bar. After a short conversation she handed him some muggle money and received a key in return. She held up ten fingers and headed up a narrow staircase. He finished the last of his drink, walked up to the bar and paid the tab, also purchasing a bottle of wine, before following her up the stairs.

It was dark with only a few mismatched lights leading the way. It was obvious that the rooms were empty since all of the doors, except one, number ten, were wide open. He followed the numbers to the end of the hall where number ten was. He paused and took a deep breath before entering. He had no idea what to expect. The door creaked as it opened. A small light on the bedside table was the only light he could see by. And he didn't see Hermione.

"Hello?" he called out.

"Be right out." Hermione called from the bathroom.

Draco sat the wine and the two glasses on the edge of the table and sat down. The room was small, dark and poorly decorated. His heart was racing out of his chest. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, or with whom. Just then Hermione walked out of the bathroom. She looked like she had been crying.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not." she replied. "I splashed some water on my face. I think I had too much to drink."

"I know you did." he said in return.

She sat down next to him and looked at the floor.

"Are you sure…" he asked. "You seem a little more reasonable now."

"I was sure then, and I'm sure now." she said rubbing his leg again. "I'm not so drunk that I don't know what I'm doing."

Draco turned towards her and touched her hair between his fingers before cupping her face in his hands. Hermione blushed and smiled. He leaned in slowly to kiss her, moving painfully too slow for Hermione. She could smell the sweet peppermint on his breath and when his lips finally made contact with hers she could taste it. She kissed him back slowly, cautiously. Trying to savor what she could of the moment. She tried to shut her mind off. It was currently comparing Draco's kissing technique to Ron's. Ron was losing. Her right hand caressed his cheek, the smooth skin only interrupted by small thin scars felt velvety to her touch. He shuddered when her fingers touched his face. The scars he had refused to have removed. He wanted them always as a reminder of what he had done and what he would never do again. This kiss lasted endlessly in his mind. It was the first time he had really ever felt wanted. She was the first woman who he didn't feel was repulsed by his very being. The very feminine floral scent that clung to Hermione's hair filled his nostrils. Swiftly he scooped her up off of the edge of the bed and placed her roughly near the headboard. Her navy skirt was hiked up from the move letting his eye wander to the creamy skin of her thigh. He carefully removed her shoes leaving only her bare feet. She eyed him as his large hands caressed her feet, sending chills up her spine. Her eyes smoldered at him as he crept up the bed, his hand gliding along her bare skin as he did.

"Oooh." she gasped as goose bumps appeared. Seeing her reaction he ran circles on her skin with his finger first, then leaning down boldly his tongue. Hermione inhaled deeply and tried to control her racing heart. He then blew gently on the wet marks causing another sensation she had never experienced. As he did this a few more times his hand wandered to the hemline of her skirt. She unbuttoned it for him so that he could take it off quickly. She suddenly wished she had worn sexier underwear.

Draco looked up from his position as he removed the wretched article of clothing that stood in his way. He smirked and felt like himself for the first time in years.

"I should have known." he laughed laying his head down on her thigh and chuckling to himself.

"What?" Hermione asked, clearly panicked.

He pointed to her panties. Cotton, white, nothing less than he expected. And yet they were tight to her body and more appealing than he could have imagined.

"I didn't plan this." she whispered, horrified at herself.

"I like them." he replied as he kissed his way north from her knees, up to her thighs, letting his lips brush the elastic of her underwear. He kissed her naval, her stomach, unbuttoning each button of the blue silk blouse as he did. He was unsurprised and yet aroused to see that her bra was the same color and material as her underwear. The silken skin of her breasts jutted out over the top of the material. Hermione wiggled her arms out of the shirt and tossed it to places unknown to her at the time.

Her trembling hands reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt. The skin underneath was nearly the same pallid color, but much smoother to the touch. She slid his shirt off too and threw it off of the bed. He occupied himself by kissing her breasts, her collarbone, the crook of her neck and finally her ear. He was frenzied by her smell; and how responsive she was to his every movement. Hermione put her arms around to his back, but what she found was not smooth skin like the front. It was bumpy and hard in spots.

She looked to his eyes and she could see the pain of a thousand beatings in them. Sadness and confusion filled her. She wanted to cry out for him.

"Don't." he said seeing the tears welling in her liquid chocolate eyes.

"But…" she said interjecting. He silenced her with a deep kiss, the kiss to end all kisses. She pulled him closer to her, his bare chest betraying his racing heart. His thumb reached up and wiped away the tear that eventually slid down Hermione's cheek. He would not have her crying over something that happened years ago. This was a new day for him. Knowing she was here, of her own free will. Not because her father and his had an 'arrangement'. Not because he was wealthy. Just because she was attracted to him. Just because she wanted to be there.

She was kissing him back with such intensity he wondered if she felt as alone in her marriage as he did in his. Had she never known passion and intensity either? How could he have been so blind in his youth? How could he have not seen what they could have had if he had the courage to fight for it. All those times in the library when she was there, and he would watch her, why didn't he realize how much they had in common? His life could have taken a different path.

"Please…" she begged breaking the kiss and his trail of regret for the past. "Touch me." she whispered in his ear. Her hot, sweet breath blew past his cheek. He did as he was instructed. His right hand roamed over her breast, pulling her bra down to expose a deep rose colored nipple. His need to taste her was overwhelming. His mouth left hers again and she gasped as it found its way to the intended target. Hermione felt like she couldn't control her breathing. Hyperventilation would ruin the mood so she took several slow, deep breaths and tried to rein in her emotions.

Draco's hand reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He looked down at the wondrous objects of his desire and continued to kiss and suckle them. Every inch of Hermione's body was aching to be released. He kissed his way back up her neck and concentrated on her mouth again. Her mouth was watering at the taste of him. She could not have imagined in a thousand lifetimes that she would ever feel this kind of passion and intensity that she was feeling at that very moment. This was the kind of thing you read about in books, but never experienced in a normal life. She felt the hardness of him through his pants and she didn't know how much longer she could last without feeling him inside of her. He kissed her even more deeply; his tongue probing her mouth and finding hers waiting. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off onto the floor. He was wearing expensive silk boxers underneath. Deep royal blue. She ran her hand over them, feeling his bum through the thin material. He jumped at her touch, not remembering the last time he had felt this way.

Her heart was beating inside of her throat now as she pushed him gently off of her and back onto the bed. She removed his shoes and socks first because she thought it looked just silly. Then it was her turn to drive him crazy as he had done to her. She ran her hand up and down his legs, brushing his erection with every stroke. He twitched uncontrollably as he watched her discover him. She looked curious, as if she was looking at a male body for the first time.

'Weasley must be a schmuck in bed.' he thought to himself

She leaned down and kissed him softly just above the band of his boxers. He didn't think he would survive if she did what he was thinking. If her mouth touched him down there it was over. He wouldn't be able to hold off any longer. It was torture to him as it was.

"Oh gods…" he moaned as she did it again, pulling the silken material down just a bit more when she did. Baby fine blond hair stuck out tickling her face as she exposed more and more of his body. She kissed and teased with her tongue before taking the rest of the underwear off and letting all of his body show. And then suddenly her mouth was on him and he felt the need to die. He felt hot warm saliva dripping down the shaft and she was running her hands up and down his chest as she did so.

He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep inhale of breath. Now it was his turn to control his breathing and try to relax and enjoy himself. But with every move she made it was harder and harder to do so. Finally it was too much to bear. He sat straight up, grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her back onto the bed. The shocked look on her face didn't disguise the lust in her eyes. Gentle no more he ripped the white underwear from her body, not caring where they landed.

She let her legs part and he balanced himself in between them, his manhood touching her with every kiss he placed upon her body. He reached down to touch her there, finding the spot he needed almost immediately. She was so warm, and wet, and inviting. Her back arched when he got within millimeters of her clit. His thumb pressed hard on it before making slow and steady circles over it. She gasped and thrust her hips closer to his hand, wanting the hard pressure he was applying. Draco kissed her neck and throat heading south to her breasts once again. The nipples were hard and protruding and he bit down lightly on one of them as she bucked into his hand over and over. He could feel that she was on the edge of having an orgasm when he pulled his hand away.

The look of disappointment in her eyes was only equaled by the fear and lust he caused when he pinned her hands above her heard. The tip of his erection was so close to her, and yet all she felt were slight grazes. She moved her hips towards him but he too moved just out of reach.

"Tell me you want me." he whispered. Her heart was beating so loudly she wasn't sure if she hand heard him correctly.

"I…I want you."

"Say I want you Draco." he breathed, his mouth hovering inches above hers.

"I want you Draco." she moaned. "I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life."

He kissed her again, laying his nude body on top of hers. She felt the warmth and softness of his erection against her.

"Do you want me?" she asked breathlessly.

"You know I do." he said in between more kisses.

"Tell me how much." she said grinding her pelvis against his. Her hands were still pinned above her head by his.

"Oh gods…more than anything." he said in a husky voice. She opened her legs and he slipped in without effort, filling up her body and soul for the first time. She cried out as he entered, her entire body shaking from the first orgasm she had experienced in a long time. Every stroke of his body sent shattering sensations throughout her. It was like a thousand tiny needles were electrocuting her, but in a painless way.

She called out to him, pulling away from his firm grip and pulling his face down to her. She needed to taste him again. To look into those grey eyes that she used to fear and know that fear was gone from her life forever. The constant waves of orgasm passed through her over and over again. It felt to her like they never let up. And he never stopped the steady rhythm his body made with hers. Hours seemed to pass and she lost any sense of time and being. Her alcohol induced daze was fading but she didn't care. A fire was growing inside of her body and she knew that when it was released she would not be able to control the volume of her voice. He had an intent serious look on his face as well, which was better than the goofy grin that often accompanied Ron's impending orgasm. Draco's stormy eyes concentrated on her, looking deep inside of her soul. She felt the fire peaking and finally spilling over. She screamed out loudly.

"Oooohhhhh.' she cried gasping for air.

He was shaking slightly as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. His breathing was heavy and she thought she heard a low growl escape his lips.

She closed her eyes and tried hard to catch her breath, but the tingling sensation in her groin was making it hard to think. Draco had said nothing in a moment and she wondered if he was alright.

"Draco?" she whispered. She heard his heavy breathing even in tone.

"Yes." he breathed back.

"Are you alright?"

He pulled his face up to meet hers and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I'm more alright than I have been in my entire life." he told her before lying his head down on her heaving chest. She touched his damp hair and closed her eyes. Sleep followed moments later.