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Sorry it is not as long as usual, but i decided to update quickly so i had to write this this morning, i really hope that you guys like it.

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When I wake, I am assaulted by a very aggressive headache. Seriously, I am going to murder Ginny Weasley. Who plies an emotionally drained person with alcohol? Well, Ginny Weasley does, apparently!

And then I am attacked by another memory; a memory of Draco Malfoy and a lot of bitchy words on my part. Fuck. And I suddenly remember how awful he looked; how tired and gaunt and absent he looked. It was like seeing a shell of the person that he used to be, and I feel dreadful. And it is not just the hangover!

"AHH!" I walk into the living room – bearing in mind that I literally just rolled out of bed and I am literally bearing it all. Ok, not really all, I do not generally walk around naked, but I am standing here in a bra and pyjama shorts and Draco Sodding Malfoy is watching me. "What are you doing here? And Turn AROUND!" He does.

"Hermione,"

"No, no nice words. Please. It is too early in the morning for us to pretend to be something that we are not. You never call me Hermione, don't start now." I tell him, annoyed at his presence in my living room. I walk around him, pulling a jumper off the back of the sofa and pulling it on, "Do you need something from me, Malfoy?"

He follows me into the kitchen, for someone who spent the night on the couch he definitely looks a right side better than I do; well his hair does, to say the least – something that irks me to no end. "I need to speak to you."

"I believe that there is nothing left to say between us. You said everything that you needed too when I was standing at the door of your office." I gesture to the floo with one hand, dismissing him in a way that he doesn't seem to understand because he does not move at all.

Shaking his head, he moves to the kettle and pours strong black coffee for the both of us, "I really need to speak to you about something,"

"I can't, Malfoy." I sigh, holding onto the mug in my hands and relishing in the warmth that it provides. "You made it clear that you don't trust me, care about me or care enough to fight for something, so thank you Draco Malfoy for showing me that everything that I ever felt for you was a big mistake."

"Please don't say that,"

"Why not?" I ask him, "What are we really doing here Malfoy anyway? We never really got on and this won't lead to anything good."

"So you are just going to give up?" He yells at me, "That is not the Hermione Granger that I know!"

I shake my head slightly, "You gave up, Malfoy, when you slept with another girl out of anger. How can I ever trust you again?"

"I didn't actually sleep with her; I just wanted you to think that I had. I pushed her away as soon as you left. I just wanted you to want me as badly as I wanted you; I wanted you to hurt as much as I hurt when I saw you with another man, Hermione. Because I can't get you out of my head, I can't stop thinking about you, when you are near me I feel so at ease and then you look at me and everything gets better no matter what is happening. I find my heart pounding as soon as you walk into the room and I needed to see you so badly last night that I came here." He sighs, moving closer to me and crowding me into the kitchen counter. There is nowhere to run now. "And then I saw you with Sirius Black and I got so mad that I wanted to hurt him. Hermione I wanted to hurt him, with my bare hands."

Tears pool in his eyes and they turn glassy and slick with moisture. "And then you told me to go, and I didn't know what to do. I physically couldn't leave you." He rests his head on my shoulder and I feel him breathing in deeply, sucking air into his lungs greedily. "Hermione, I don't know what's happening to me!"

"Shh," I tell him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding his body to mine.

Six days ago we had our first kiss, in the lake of Malfoy Manor. He joked and laughed and we ran together through the forest, he was strong enough to pick me up and settle me down on the grass gently. And I remember running my arms across him, felling the dip and slide of the ridges on his stomach, feeling the tensing of the muscles on his shoulders as I ran my fingers lightly over them.

But, now, I can feel his bones through his t-shirt as I run my hands over him. "Draco, what has happened to you?"

"Granger, please help me." Holding him to my body, I let him hug me until he is ready to pull away, and even then he seems to need some form of constant contact. He touches my neck, my hair, my waist, my hand as I flutter about the kitchen and whip him up the biggest breakfast that I can think of.

Eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns and even a selection of pancakes and muffins (shop bought). I tell him to sit, but he waits until I have finished and continues to hold my hand as he eats his way through enough food to fill an army.

I grab a chocolate chip muffin and examine him as he sits in my kitchen at the table. "Wow, you really know how to cook, Granger." He says, still holding my hand locked between his fingers.

I laugh, "I think you are only saying that because you were starving, I think my eggs were raw!" I joke and he flicks his eyes to me. "I'm joking!" I say before he can say anything. "Raw eggs or not, anyway, this is about the only food I can cook, anything more complicated and I'll burn the house down."

"Well I, on the other hand, am an excellent chef." He jokes, he looks much better now, not as pale or close to death as when I woke up this morning.

Suddenly, I stop laughing and I rip my hand out of his, "What are we doing, Malfoy?"

"What?" He asks, his eyes losing their easy quality and turning into the dark steel grey that I have seen so many times before.

I shake my head and stand from my chair, picking up dishes and walking into the kitchen to put them into the sink. I'm about to turn around and talk to him when the floo bursts into flames.

"Hermione!" Ginny walks into the room dusting down her robes and not taking any notice of the occupants of the room. "You'll never guess what I did last night! Blaise and I–" she finally looks up and takes stock of the ambiance and the two people. "Oh, I see you have company, I will return another time." She flashes a legendary glare at Malfoy and struts back to the floo.

"That is the girl that Blaise has been so happy about? I thought she was going to be a model or–"

"What is wrong with Ginny?" I ask, somewhat coldly.

He smiles, walking closer and trapping me once more between the kitchen counter and his body, "Nothing; actually thinking about what I can remember of her, I think that she will be good for him."

"I know, right?!" I say, smiling and then realising that we are still way to close for the conversation that I need to happen. I can't think when he's this close, I can't even breathe.

"No Draco."I say, pushing him away when his lips start to inch closer to my neck. "What's going to happen when you see me messing about with Harry, or Ron," He scowls at the mention of this Weasley, "Or Sirius?" I ask him, "I do have male friends, and if every time I hug them you assume I am sleeping with someone and take it out on me by pretending you are going to fuck someone – you do realise now how stupid that plan was, right? – then I don't think that I can handle it."

I turn away from him, still locked in the protective casing of his arms.

The next time that he speaks, his breath lingers on my neck and his lips brush my ear with every word out of his mouth, "Yes I know how stupid that plan was, Hermione," Hearing his voice whisper my name sends giant shivers dancing down my spine. "You don't understand how sick I feel when I think over my own behaviour, but you have to understand that there was something inside me; something that just screamed you couldn't want me because of who I was and who I am."

"The past is gone now, Malfoy, I don't think of you in that way anymore." I tell him, turning back around and looking into his eyes, "I trusted you." I place my two hands on his chest and scrunch the material between my fingers.

He keeps his face neutral, "And now?" he asks.

His mask of emotionless looks about ready to crack. "I don't know."

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