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Draco's day was miserable, as it was often these days. After Hermione's announcement that very morning, he had isolated himself a lot. With the events of the last few weeks, the fact that his friend was looking for a flat had completely slipped his mind.
She'd locked herself in her laboratory for hours on end, and Draco hadn't once thought that she'd also taken the opportunity to continue looking for somewhere to live.
Hermione had found a flat a few blocks from King's Cross, in a wizarding district. Having realised that she wouldn't be able to find a suitable flat in the Muggle world in such a short space of time, she had turned to the wizarding world and had found one very quickly. Probably because of her title.
They hadn't discussed her living arrangements for long. Draco had asked all sorts of questions and even tried to persuade her to change her mind, but nothing had worked. She had decided to take her own place, insisting that she didn't want to abuse his hospitality or interfere in his family life.
He didn't have the guts to tell her that she was a part of it.
So they left for work in a rather heavy atmosphere. Draco held a grudge against her more than he thought he would and Hermione was annoyed that he was trying to change her mind.
Tensions had eased as the day went on, but that hadn't stopped Draco from thinking about it. He had already become accustomed to her presence, which, despite everything, was a real support for him, if only for his daughter. Not to mention the fact that she was playing an important role in the whole situation with Narcissa and Lucius.
She had just returned from the headmaster's office when Draco was called in urgently to help with an operation on the trauma unit. As he understood it, most of the general healers were requisitioned.
"Can you–"
"I'll look after Alhena, don't worry," Hermione cut him off, just after he'd received her call.
"Thanks, Hermione. Scotch should be able to help you," he said before rushing upstairs.
He trusted her. Alhena got on well with her. The toddler had become very attached to Hermione in such a short time and he had no doubt that his friend would look after her wonderfully and with care until he returned.
In just two weeks, Alhena had made Hermione as much a part of her life as any of his friends. Maybe even more, to the point where she was asking for her, which was rare for the little girl. Although she was now in a stable environment and surrounded well, she still sometimes cried when she spent too much time outside the arms of her father, her grandmother or Scotch. But that wasn't the case with Hermione.
Draco couldn't help but smiled as he thought about it.
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When Draco returned home, it was already past eight. The operation had been a heavy one, and many healers had been requisitioned, as well as nurses, including Henry, with whom Draco had spent most of the operation with.
On his way out, he spotted Moore and couldn't help but smile wryly at him. Fortunately for him, he was on the opposite side of the hall, which meant he could walk to the apparition area just before he reached him.
Moore still bore the scars of the pustules from Draco's spell. His legendary beauty was disfigured. Mission accomplished.
Since the spells they had used were mainly his creations, he had to admit that he felt a surge of pride when he saw how Moore had changed. He was hideous.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing when he arrived in his living room. It had brought a spark of joy to his otherwise unpleasant day.
He put down his briefcase and took off his medic's coat. He had been particularly hot during the operation, but had preferred to go straight home rather than go into the bathroom of the office he shared with Hermione to cool off. He already missed his daughter too much.
As Alhena and Hermione weren't there, he headed for the child's room, hoping that she would already be in bed considering the time.
He gently opened the bedroom door and poked his head through. The room was pitch black and only a small dragon-shaped night light was lit. This allowed him to see Hermione, sitting in a chair beside the bed, slowly rocking Alhena.
He smiled tenderly as she raised her head and met his gentle gaze. She was obviously as tender as he was when caring for his daughter.
Once again, he had caught a moment of the utmost calm and purity.
He entered quietly and closed the door behind him. He walked over to them and found his daughter fast asleep.
"She's just fallen asleep," Hermione whispered. "I had to take her with me because she wouldn't stop crying. I think she was missing you a lot."
"You did the right thing," he replied, crouching in front of her and raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek. "Has she been eating normally?"
"Yes, she did. Scotch had prepared mashed carrots, a slice of garlic bread and a scrambled egg. She took her bath without any problems and I even managed to check that her teeth were growing properly."
Draco smiled and nodded. She had been perfect, not that he was surprised. After all, if he trusted Hermione to look after his daughter, it was because he knew she would do it perfectly.
He was even amused that she took care of her teeth. He did it himself every other day, but obviously his friend hadn't been able to resist using her medical skills.
"Thank you, Hermione," he murmured without taking his eyes off Alhena.
Alhena began to wriggle slightly in Hermione's arms, before fluttering her eyes and moaning weakly. She met her father's gaze and her eyes filled with tears.
"It's all right, sweetheart, Daddy's here," he said hastily, taking her in his arms. "Shhh, it's all right."
He got up and rocked her slowly, placing a few soft kisses on her blonde hair as she clung to his shirt.
"I'll leave you two alone," Hermione whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll get dinner ready."
He looked up at her and nodded.
"Thank you again, Hermione," he said before kissing her on the cheek.
Despite the dim light in the room, he saw a blush that was creeping up on her cheeks, before she silently left the room. It felt very strange.
He did his best not to follow her with his eyes – or at least to follow her legs, perfectly moulded in her black stockings – and laid Alhena down in bed. She was already drifting off to sleep. He waited beside her until she was completely asleep, before leaving the room as well.
Judging that a shower would do him a world of good after the day he'd just had, he headed for the kitchen to warn Hermione that he wouldn't be long.
She was closing the oven when he entered.
"I'm going to have a quick shower," he announced, already taking off his shirt, which had been sticking to his skin since his return from the hospital.
She looked up at him and he didn't miss her look towards his bare chest that was anything but discreet. She blushed slightly and he saw her pupils dilate.
"Perfect," she said after clearing her throat. "Dinner will be ready when you come out."
He nodded, but didn't move a muscle. He couldn't take his eyes off her either. He was lost deep in thought.
He found it hard to believe that, having finally found her, she would leave again. Of course, she would still be in England and they would still work together every day, but they would lose their routine once again.
The fact that he made their coffee in the morning. The fact that she would choose a film to watch in the evening on her small Muggle television. The fact that she sometimes drove them to the hospital when they had time. The fact that she put her toothbrush next to his. The fact that she left her clothes lying around in the bathroom…
In just two weeks, they'd resumed their old habits. Reflexes that they hadn't lost and had caught themselves rediscovering without even consulting each other.
He noticed that she had changed. She had taken off her clothes for the day, leaving only a pair of pyjama shorts – which showed off her magnificent tattoo – and a large T-shirt that stopped just above the bottom of her shorts.
It didn't leave him indifferent, as it did every time she walked around his house like that.
He allowed himself to think that she was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. He couldn't lie about that. Hermione Granger was an incredible woman, in every way.
His type of woman if he had to be honest. Her generous curves, her tanned complexion, her almond-shaped eyes, her freckles, her tattoos, her breasts that he could see under her clothes, her pink mouth, her turned-up nose, her long eyelashes…
Merlin.
His only relief at her departure was that he might not wake up with a hard-on in the morning.
And then there was her intelligence. Salazar. If he hadn't been so attracted to women's looks, some might have called him a sapiosexual. Her way of thinking, her sense of humour and even her way of seeing the world… In Draco's eyes, it was all an invitation to lust…
It was her laughter that brought him out of his thoughts, as she wiped her hands with a tea towel.
"Are you planning to ogle me like that any longer, or are you going to take your shower?" she mocked, raising an eyebrow.
He felt himself blush and cleared his throat as he realised what she had just interrupted. He was so ashamed that he immediately turned on his heel, muttering an apology, and fled to the bathroom of his bedroom. He felt his erection straining the fabric of his boxers and hoped she hadn't noticed.
He felt like an idiot. Had she seen something or had she just said that to annoy him? Had she understood what ideas he'd had by looking at her like that?
He suddenly felt very hot, imagining that she might take it the wrong way.
What if she got angry? What if it changed things between them?
His brain kept going over and over what had just happened. He entered his bathroom, breathing rapidly, and hurried into the shower after ripping his clothes off and scattering them on his bathroom floor.
He was getting hot for other reasons. He could feel his body reacting to the thoughts he'd had about Hermione. He couldn't get the image of her half-naked legs and her nipples slightly visible under her shirt out of his mind.
Those nipples he had dreamt of nibbling, licking and tasting so many times. The skin he wanted so much to caress. That tattoo he'd dreamt of running his lips over. Merlin, how could it have come to this?
He rested his forehead against the shower tiles and sighed as he closed his eyes. He blamed himself. He blamed himself for having such thoughts about his best friend. He felt like he was ruining everything, ruining any chance they had of being friends. How could he pretend nothing had happened when he dreamt of her naked almost every night?
And then he blamed himself for not being able to stop his thoughts from taking such a turn. He was proving all those who said that friendship between a man and a woman was impossible, right. He was proving right to all the idiots who had laughed at him when he had said that he had never desired Hermione when they were studying together.
He had the impression that he only thought with his cock. The feeling that their friendship had always been a web of lies, that he had lied to her to win her otherwise. He thought he was so sick.
Yet here he was.
Masturbating in the shower to stop his body reacting to her again. He felt like throwing up. He blamed himself so much. He was reinforcing so many clichés. He hated himself for the thoughts he had about her. It wasn't fair.
He had a crush on his best friend and he couldn't get rid of it.
The warm water ran down his back as he let his hand run around his erection. He imagined all sorts of scenarios, all of which included Hermione to get it over with as quickly as possible.
The way she could have straddled him. The way he could have taken her on his kitchen island. The way he could have run his hands over her tattoo and his lips over her breasts. All these thoughts mingled in his mind, only increasing the biting desire he had for her.
He wanted to escape from this nightmare. A nightmare he'd been trapped in since the return of his best friend.
"Draco?"
He gasped violently and hid behind the steamy glass of his shower. He thought his heart had stopped.
He hadn't heard her arrive. Hadn't he locked the door? He felt his heartbeat quicken. He couldn't believe she was joining him at such a moment. This was a nightmare. A fucking nightmare.
He felt ashamed. So ashamed.
All his previous apprehensions were coming flooding back. What if she understood? What if she found out about his thoughts towards her?
"Yes?" he answered in a strangled voice, although he had tried to sound natural.
"Do you–"
She cleared her throat. She was only a few steps away from him. Just behind the glass. Only a few centimetres.
Draco's breathing had quickened. It was practically erratic. His heart was racing and he was completely immobilised, his hand wrapped around his blood-soaked member and his back against the glass to hide himself.
She didn't speak again and he waited. It was torture. He wanted her to leave. He wanted her to get out of that bloody room and never come in again when he was naked. He wanted her to go. And fast. He wanted to finish his business so that everything would be back to normal when he went back to dinner with her.
He didn't even know how he kept himself from begging her to kiss him. Her lips… Just thinking about it almost made him come.
She had to leave. Quickly.
However, she had obviously decided otherwise, as she emerged completely naked in front of him a few seconds later.
Her cheeks were so red that he could have thought she was ill. He didn't even understand what was happening. He was in shock.
She was standing in front of him. Naked. Completely naked.
He could see her dragon tattoo all the way up to her hip. He was seeing it completely for the first time.
Then he saw her nipples, the ones he'd imagined so many times in his mind. They were taut, pointing towards him and looking harder than ever. His mouth watered.
She fidgeted, never taking her eyes off him, seeming to hesitate as to what to do next. For his part, Draco was completely elsewhere. He thought he was in a dream, or at least he doubted what he was seeing. It couldn't be.
Then, suddenly, Hermione's gaze became determined and she didn't even give him time to apprehend what was happening when she threw herself on his lips. She put her arms behind his neck, on tiptoe, and pressed herself against him.
He let go of his erection in shock.
If Draco hadn't felt the warmth of the water running over both their bodies and heard the moans she made as she kissed him, he would probably have thought he was trapped in a daydream.
It was so surreal. He couldn't believe it.
Hermione Granger, his best friend, was completely naked and kissing him as if her life depended on it.
This seemed to revive Draco's batteries. He woke up.
And deciding that he wouldn't let this opportunity pass him by, whatever the future consequences, he didn't wait a second longer to kiss her fiercely back.
He had dreamt so much of those lips. They were so soft against his. They tasted like cherries. Tart cherries, those cherries that melt on the tongue and give off the most delicious flavour.
That was exactly the feeling he had when he kissed Hermione. The feeling that no matter what happened after that, she would leave the most wonderful flavour on his tongue. The taste of the forbidden. The taste of pleasure.
Their breathing was erratic as she pulled away from him. Her eyes were full of desire and she seemed as aroused as he was. At least, that's how he interpreted her flushed cheeks, her ragged breathing and the goose bumps that covered her naked body.
They stared into each other's eyes for long seconds, catching their breaths. Draco tried to probe her eyes, looking for some clue to explain her sudden motives, something that would help him understand what she was doing naked in front of him.
But there was no time. She fell to her knees and, before he could say anything, her lips were around his erection. Her beautiful cherry-flavoured lips were around his cock. He thought he would faint.
"Fuck," he moaned, grabbing her hair to hold on to something.
It felt so good. He couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger was sucking his cock.
It was so sudden.
He could have cum just thinking about it.
The water continued to flow over their bodies as Draco's mind made its way to the seventh heaven, climbing the steps to paradise, guided by the angel that was Hermione.
She began massaging his testicles, while assisting her mouth with her other hand to take care of his entire length. He didn't dare make her go any further, although he had dreamt so many times of penetrating her beautiful mouth, of going down her throat, until she couldn't take any more.
He felt as if he were being held by a rope over the void, as if he could fall at any moment.
He didn't know what he could do. Did she want him to do something? Was she doing it because she wanted to? He was so afraid he was going to screw it up. Of ruining everything.
He could already feel himself on the verge of orgasm. She had found his sensitive spot, right on the vein of his member, making him moan and groan non-stop.
Her tongue slid along his length and her lips sucked his head. He didn't know how his legs could still hold him up. It was the best blow job of his life.
He wanted to open his eyes and admire her naked body and the beauty of her form, but the immensity of his pleasure prevented him from doing so. He felt himself about to faint.
"Granger... Fuck… I'm going to…"
He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before he spread himself over her tongue. She didn't pull back and he met her fiery gaze as he dropped his eyes. She had swallowed without a second thought.
She would have his death, he was sure of it.
She moved away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. Just as he was about to say something, she stopped him by kissing him again, more quickly.
"I'll wait for you in the living room," she said before getting out of the shower, without letting him speak.
He was speechless. He couldn't believe what had just happened. She had left as quickly as she had arrived, to the point where you might have thought nothing had happened.
But Draco had just come between her lips. He had just had one of his most powerful orgasms thanks to Hermione's talents.
He couldn't believe it.
Why had she done this? Had she noticed his erection? Was she attracted to him too?
He wasn't convinced. She had always said that she didn't want a serious relationship with anyone, so how could she risk their friendship so brutally?
He didn't know what to think. Did she realise that this would change everything?
He dropped his head to the shower tiles and put his hands over his eyes. He was completely overwhelmed. He couldn't get his thoughts straight.
He was suddenly afraid. Afraid of losing her, afraid that it would break their friendship or that she would tell him it was a mistake.
He banged his fist against the shower wall. Merlin. He was in a very complicated situation.
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