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"You don't have to get so mad, you didn't do anything." She looked at him with a reassuring smile.

His stomach turned with the guilt of the whole situation.

"Yeah, it was just my father who did that to you." He said sourly. "I-uh got a few from him myself actually." He offered, as if it would make up for it.

"Oh Draco I'm so sorry, but why would he hurt you? I mean you're his son. Perfect heir to his pureblood legacy." She looked sincerely upset, and confused. The look on her face gave him a punch to the gut. She was so caring, he'd never felt he owed a person more than he owed her.

It was like she had some sort of super power that tore down all his well-honed defenses. In any other world, that would probably be considered a good thing. He worried that it would be very dangerous for her.

"Well, I didn't learn to play the part of loyal obedient son quickly enough I suppose." She watched his eyes grow dark. He was clearly remembering things he would rather not remember.

She moved quickly to change his mood. "Well come on I showed you mine, you show me yours. It's only fair after all."

He looked at her with raised eye brows, but his eyes were calm again.

"You know playground rules." She continued, he still looked very confused.

"Hermione I'm pretty sure you've seen all I have to show." He stated simply as he ran his hand from his chiseled chest down to his boxers.

She smacked him playfully on his arm. "The scar!" She shouted lightly as she waved her hand in the direction of her upper back.

"Ow!" He said in mock pain, as he rubbed his bicep where she'd smacked him. "Excuse me for simply thinking of better things to show you…again that is." He said with his sexy smirk. "But you're wish is my command love." He held his hands up in mock surrender.

He leaned his head down to hers and tilted it upwards. He pointed to a gash mark on the underside of his chin. It was a slightly paler shade than the rest of his perfect skin. She ran her finger across it and then she brushed her lips lightly against it. "I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"No worries love, I'm a big boy." He didn't want her to feel bad, not for him, he didn't deserve it.

"I just never thought he would be like that with you. I mean I thought you would be like his pride and joy." She said looking into his cool blue steel eyes.

He looked into her warm eyes. "Yes well, he doesn't like to be disagreed with…ever, about anything."

"What disagreement would provoke a man to hit his only son?" She asked sincerely.

Again, it was if she was hurling some sort of super power at him, breaking through a brick wall with no apparent effort what so ever.

"You." He whispered, stupidly hoping she wouldn't catch it, and just simply drop the subject. But of course she would catch it, she was Hermione after all she rarely missed anything.

"Me?" She asked wide eyed. She looked as if she was a three year old who just discovered there was no Santa Claus. He didn't like the look on her face. He felt sad looking at her. He had to get her off this conversation topic. He reached his hands to cup her warm face in them.

"Look can we please not ruin this night with talk of my father." His eyes pleaded more than his words, and she couldn't resist them. She leaned her right cheek into his hand fully, giving in.

"Fine, but I won't forget." She sighed.

"I would expect nothing less from you love." He answered with a small smile.

"It's really not that bad, my scar, come on tell me how tough it makes me look." She said with her best impression of his smirk paced across her face.

He started to laugh lightly, she liked hearing him laugh. She realized she'd never really heard him laugh before. "You know, I don't think I've ever actually heard you laugh before, a real laugh I mean. You do more of the whole snickering at people thing mostly."

He smiled at her. "Yes well maybe I've never really felt like laughing before."

"Well I like it."

"Oh you do huh?" He said quirking an eyebrow at her.

"I do, happy looks good on you."

The light and airy feeling was sucked out of him at that moment he averted his eyes away from hers. She didn't know why.

He felt the bed shake a little he turned his eyes back towards her. She had gotten up out of the bed and wrapped herself in a sheet. He felt a knot form deep in her stomach, he wondered if she was leaving. He really didn't want her to.

"What you doing?" He asked hurriedly.

She giggled she'd never heard him speak so fast.

"It's way too hot, I'm going to lower the fire a bit." She offered looking over her shoulder at the gorgeous man.

"Oh well it's most defiantly not the fire I assure you."

"Is that so?" She laughed lightly assuming he was referring to himself.

"Yes it's infinitely more plausible that it's you."

She smiled as she lowered the flames with her wand.

"In proximity to my hotness of course." He smirked finishing his thought.

"Ah, there it is. I was waiting for that." She came back to the bed, with the sheets still tightly wrapped around her unclothed body.

"Love if you're too hot take the sheet off." He said, as he watched her cheeks flush with a rosy tint. He grinned down at her. "I've seen you naked you know." He said coolly.

She covered her face with the sheet now. "Shhh! Stop it."

He laughed at how cute she was being. No other girl would act like this, at least not any of the girls he'd been with. He found it entirely entertaining, as well as endearing. He took the opportunity that presented itself to tease her playfully.

"Oh so big brave Gryffindor you are, hiding underneath the covers."

She lowered the sheets only revealing her glaring smoldering deep brown eyes. "Shut up." She said quickly.

"I'd much rather force ya to make me shut up love." He lowered his head so that his forehead was resting upon hers. He locked his icy irises with her fiery glare. He peeled the sheet down away from her face, and planted a passionate kiss on his full soft, slightly swollen lips.

He may be drowning in conflicting ideas, responsibilities, and feelings, but when she was around it seemed as if none of that mattered. Of course he knew it mattered greatly, for the both of them, and that was what would force him to deal with things. The fact that he had gotten her tangled up in his life as it spiraled downward. He wouldn't drag her down into the depths of hell with him, but he didn't know how to detach from her. She was like his own personal oxygen. He knew nothing would be decided, at this moment, or this night, so he would enjoy her. While he could, as if they were a normal couple, in a normal world, without the weight of his entire world on his shoulders, swaying him every which way under the crippling weight.

He would enjoy the fleeting hours of this night.

TBC