Hermione stirred with a groan. Her eyes hurt and she had a headache that pounded against her. The woman ran her hand over the soft sheets and sighed. Where was she? Opening one eye she could see the curtains were open and the edge of the trees out by the pond. Chancing a look around, she lifted her throbbing head and saw she was in one of the guest suites.
On the edge of the bed was a set of clothing laid out for her. A beautiful purple blouse and pair of slacks with a card. She crawled gingerly over enough to grab the card and read the note. 'Something nice for you, Granger.' That was friendly. Friendly. Yes, she repeated that a few times in her head. Hermione frowned to herself and mulled over the note.
A flash of a heated kiss in the bathroom brought her to mortification. She had straddled and kissed Draco? What happened? Leaning in a hallway… groping… Oh, no. Was she- did she remember or fantasize his teeth on her neck? Cupping her hands to her face, she groaned and shook her head. Glancing down at her clothing, she noted the sizeable gray t-shirt she donned instead of her dress. Did she sleep with Draco Malfoy?
Deciding to forgo the formality of dressing, she climbed out of bed and stretched sorely. Her mind was going over the horrible ideas that she may or not have committed. If she did indeed shag him, she was no better than the girls she used to turn her nose up at. If she didn't, well, she was pathetic for coming on so strong to the different orbit of a man. Shameful. Couldn't contain you drink, Granger? You think even without sight, I'd still shag you? She couldn't stop the spiteful snickers of her boss in her head.
Hermione groaned and shook her head as she tightened the drawstrings on the black pajama bottoms she wore. They were too big, and she had to cuff the bottom of them before she left the room. Her head was killing her. She rubbed her forehead a few times before descending the stairs and fumbling toward the dining room.
Narcissa was sitting with Teddy and Draco at the table. "Oh, no, seems someone is quite knackered this morning." She giggled, and Hermione groaned.
"I don't really remember after we sat down in the drawing room. Did I do anything abhorrent?" Hermione questioned.
She went to sit down next to Teddy and Draco snorted. "Absolutely nothing, you were dull." He spat then sipped his tea.
"Nothing happened? Not even by accident?" she investigated further.
Narcissa glanced over at her son and then to Hermione. "Did something happen?"
"No, nothing happened," Draco reiterated, and Ramsey came from the kitchen.
He was setting down plates and set a small bowl with pills down for Hermione. Hermione swallowed down the pills dry as Ramsey set down a large glass of water for her. "Thank you, Ramsey."
"Master Malfoy, Mr. Flint said he would be outside in two hours waiting for you," Ramsey declared, and Draco waved at him.
"Thank you, Ramsey," he responded, and the butler disappeared.
Hermione ate her food quietly, and Teddy started to yammer about everyone he was looking forward to seeing. She would nod and answer as expected, but Hermione was not entirely up to par. The woman was relieved when her plate was empty, and she excused herself and headed up to the suites.
Teddy followed in a happy fashion as he skipped up the stairs. "And I cannot wait to tell them about Cousin Draco and his superpowers."
"That's lovely, darling," Hermione said as they opened the wing. "Now, go get ready and we will get your trunk down the stairs. Mummy needs a shower and some clean clothes." She finished and leaned to kiss him.
He gave her a peck on the cheek. "Alright mum, I will be ready soon!"
She was happy the medication Ramsey gave her started to work and her head wasn't so foggy. Hermione stripped off the clothes and groaned at the wonderful feelings of being nude. It had been such a long couple days and she missed quiet moments in bed with Charlie. Charlie. Her sadness peaked and twisted.
Hermione walked into the adjacent bathroom and turned on the shower. It was large and the head was a steaming waterfall from the top. It was a masterpiece! She was about to climb in when he door sounded.
"Darling, mummy is going to shower, you go get ready," Hermione called out as she climbed into the water.
"Does mummy want some company?" Draco's voice snickered as he walked into the room.
"Damnit Draco! Get out of the bathroom!" she screamed and he tapped the glass with his cane.
"I can't see so what does it matter? I wanted to talk to you," he declared and she groaned through the hot water.
"About what? The party was fantastic, Draco. I mean grant it, Charlie breaking it off with me during it wasn't, but everything else was."
Draco made a face. "He did? I am sorry. You didn't deserve that."
Hermione turned for the soap and gasped. "Oh, this is the stuff I have been meaning to buy. They only sell it at the organic store in London."
He chuckled and sighed. "Yes, I heard you over lunch when you were looking up new shampoos. I bought a likeness of fragrances you usually wear. Always floral with a hint of sweet. I think my tastes are pretty spot on," he responded and she laughed.
"So you think I should smell like," she paused and smelt the bar. "Rose and honeysuckle?"
"Hermione, can we talk about last night?" he asked as she was scrubbing her body.
"I thought you said nothing happened last night?" she replied and he groaned.
"I didn't want your son to hear anything. He repeats everything, you know? I didn't want to have to explain what happened to my mother either." He murmured and she snapped her face in his direction.
"What did happen? I am a little fuzzy," she responded.
"Well, you kissed me. A lot," he snickered and laughed. "Groped me a bit. That's alright, I let you spin your wheels but gave you no leverage for much else. You were pretty gone," he said and sighed. "Very good kisser, by the way."
"Oh, god, I am so sorry, Draco," Hermione murmured.
"Don't be, I found it quite enjoyable. I just wanted to come and make sure you weren't guilting yourself about it, Granger. I reciprocated," he declared and she suddenly felt more bare than a moment ago.
"Oh," was all she could think to say.
"Can I come in? No funny business," he muttered and she hemmed.
"Draco, I just broke up with my boyfriend and you are my boss," she said, but her voice lacked the conviction needed.
"Well, what is my waiting period? How long would you like me to wait to kiss you again?" he inquired tapping the cane on the tile outside the shower.
Hermione went to shampooing her hair and thought. What was he asking her? "Why did you lie to me about your engagement?" she asked after it was rinsed from her hair.
Draco tapped the floor with his tool and he chewed his lip. "Can we talk about that later?" he questioned.
"No, Draco. Why did you lie to me about your engagement?" she repeated after finishing her hair.
He pressed his forehead to the glass. "Why did you ask me that, Granger. Now I have to admit it," he retorted and huffed.
She turned off the water and opened the glass door. "Of course, you do, Draco. You should have from the start."
He reached out for her and she froze as his hand touched her damp shoulder. "I didn't want you to think I did this for you. That would be the scariest thing for you I think. If I told you from the beginning and my actions were taken to heart, you would have ran." Draco exhaled. "I can't help it."
Hermione stepped forward and his hand traced her neck. "Draco," her voice was gentle.
He could smell her clean skin and felt the droplets run off her skin and onto his hands. Draco walked her backwards toward a wall, a counter, anything. He felt her breath hitch and she sprang onto something and he felt her legs surround his hips. The clatter of his cane fell on the ground as his hands went to her cheeks. Soon her lips were to his in a feverish fashion.
"The date," she sighed between kisses. He hummed agreement and his fingers traveled down her chest, groaning in appreciation. "Draco, please?" she sighed.
His fingers traced down her body and she moaned as he cupped her gently. "Mum?" they heard through the door.
"Shite!" Hermione hissed and patted Draco. "Stay in here? Please? At least until I take care of him."
"Of course, your son first, Hermione," Draco whispered and backed up.
He heard her grab something and a rustling of clothing before her footsteps were heard on the carpet. "Hello, darling, what's wrong? I am getting ready."
"Mum, can we stay with Auntie Cissa for Christmas? She just said they have big parties like we had yesterday." Draco heard Teddy ask.
"We will talk about that when you come home for break, alright? Now I need to get ready and put your cloak on your trunk. We are going to be picked up soon and I need to get ready."
"Okay, mum. Can Draco come too?"
"I will ask him when he is done getting ready for the day."
"Alright!" Draco heard the door shut lightly, and she sighed.
The Malfoy had lost his cane somewhere in their touching and didn't want to risk digging around for it. He gingerly walked from the bathroom in the direction he entered. It almost made him jump when her hand touched his chest. It was nervous and he could feel her tension. Hermione's hand traced his body toward his hemline and then it was skin to skin.
Draco rumbled and tilted his head to the ceiling as she etched along his abs and up to his chest. "We can't, you know? Not now." He puffed.
"We can, we have twenty minutes at least," she purred and he felt his body react to her suggestion.
"I am an Anguis who is trying to do my best to be a good boy, Granger. If you offer that in seriousness, I am going to find your bed and fuck you on it," he growled, his fingers finding her neck. She whimpered and he grinned. "You like a bit of domination, Gryphem princess?" he murmured and her nails dug in his chest lightly.
"Bed?" she asked, and he chuckled.
"No, I think not, Granger. I think I like this more," he released her, and she exhaled.
"What?"
"You will find out. Grab my cane for me, love?" He asked and she exhaled.
She did as he bid and his blood boiled. Had that really been the kindling to the fire? Hermione soon returned and it shoved against his chest. "You're a fucking wanker, get out. I am getting ready to take my son to the train station." She had a growl to her voice, but it was peppered with tension and angst.
"You didn't say please," he snickered, and her footfalls crossed the room.
"Please, get the fuck out, Draco Malfoy," she spat, and he brightly smiled.
"Of course, Granger, I will see you down the stairs. After all, I am sure you want me to escort you to the station."
He heard the thump of his cane on the door and waved back at her direction. "I will see you soon. I hope you liked your new outfit," Draco declared and left the room.