As happy as Hermione was with Draco over the next few weeks, she knew there were things that they had to discuss. The longer she left them the harder it would be to talk about. She knew that bringing up the war might change things between them and not for the better. They were in Draco's apartment watching a muggle movie and they were sat on his couch, Hermione lying with her legs over his knees while he massaged her feet. She watched him, he was laughing at the movie and he looked amazing when he smiled like that.

'Draco?' She said.

'Yeah.' He said not looking at her.

'Can I talk to you about something?' She asked tentatively.

'Of course anything.' He said laughing at the television.

'It's about the war and that night at The Manor.' She felt him stiffen underneath her and the smile dropped from his face.

'What about it Hermione?' He still didn't look at her. He knew this would come up eventually, they couldn't move forward with this hanging over them.

'Erm, why didn't you tell Bellatrix that was Harry the snatchers had caught that night?' It wasn't what she wanted to ask but she'd build up to it.

Draco took a deep breath. 'I knew it was him. Who else would it be? Who else would be travelling with you and Weasley? He shouldn't have been there he was meant to be out trying to destroy The Dark Lord. I hoped that if I said I didn't know who it was you could have got out somehow.' He took another steadying breath. 'I was terrified. My aunt was a very scary women. I'm sure you remember.'

'Why didn't you try to help me?' She said in a whisper with a quiver in her voice.

He moved so fast Hermione wasn't sure what was happening, he'd pulled her up into his lap and buried his head in her chest. 'I'm so sorry Hermione. I did try to help. I was moving to run to you when my father stopped me. He but a full body bind on me and whispered in my ear that this was the future and that I would watch as my aunt tortured the mudblood.' He looked up into her eyes. 'There was nothing I could do. That was the moment I truly began to hate my father.'

'Oh Draco.' She said bringing him closer to her and kissing his head.

'For a long time I had nightmares about that night I could hear your screams. I'd seen people killed, by other Death Eaters and The Dark Lord, but that was the first time I'd witnessed anything like that.' He tightened his grip on her. 'Never in a million years would I have thought you'd be here with me now after that night.' He lifted his head up to look at her and she leant down and kissed him.

'I didn't put up much of a fight when my wand was taken.' He'd started talking now and it was difficult to stop he'd never spoken to anyone about what had happened to him. 'My aunt was so angry that you'd got away and that I hadn't recognized Potter. She slapped me so hard, when you'd all escaped, I fell to the floor and split my head open there was blood everywhere. After that I stayed as far away from her as possible, mainly stayed in my room.'

'It's ok Draco,' tears in her eyes 'you don't have to tell me anymore.'

He looked up into her eyes and saw the pain there, pain for him. They were talking about a night where she was tortured and she was hurting for him. That was it, right there, the moment he fell in love with Hermione Granger. He crushed his lips to hers.

Hermione took his kiss gratefully she tangled her hands in his hair. His hands were on her back and he moved them to remove her jumper, before kissing her again. Her hair was in a ponytail and he pulled it so her head tilted and he had access to neck. Hermione hummed in pleasure. He unhooked her bra and slipped it off. He took in the sight of her there and his cock jumped. He reached and took one nipple in between his thumb and finger and the other into his mouth. Hermione pulled him closer loving the feel of him.

Draco stood up with her still in his arms and lay her on the couch before ripping his shirt off and climbing over her.

Hermione ran her hands over his naked back pulling him in close for another kiss. They were both working out some emotions. Draco reached down and undid her jeans he stood up and pulled them off along with her knickers. He slipped his own off.

Hermione bit her lip looking up at him, he was amazing, and she let a grin spread across her face.

'Like what you see Granger.' He said moving towards her.

'Oh yes.' She said sitting up and taking him in her hands stroking him. She watched him throw his head back and groan. She licked his tip before standing up, turning him around and sitting him on the couch. She straddled him then kissing him and positioning herself above him. She slowly brought herself down feeling every inch of him. He bit her bottom lip as they kissed and she began to move tantalizingly slow. It was driving him crazy but he let her dictate what happened. She started to quicken her pace feeling the beginnings of her orgasm. He felt his own rising and feeling her tighten around him sent him over the edge kissing her hard as they both felt their climax.

Hermione brought her forehead to his and grinned. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 'You keep surprising me Granger.' He laughed.

'Good.' She kissed him again.

'Maybe it's the older woman thing.' He smirked.

'You did not just say that!' A look of amused shock on her face. 'It's barely a year it doesn't count.'

He was laughing a she pulled herself up and walked to the bedroom. 'I'm going to take a shower!' She shouted.

He was still laughing as he got up and followed her.