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Chapter 18: Taking the Plunge

Hermione hadn't planned to visit Draco that evening, but after everything that had happened, she found herself standing in front of the fireplace, clutching the Floo powder in her hand. Draco had given her access to his place, telling her that she was welcome anytime. Until now, she had never felt the need to take him up on that offer. Tonight, though, after the confrontation with Ron and the whirlwind of emotions that followed, she realized Draco was the one person she wanted to see.

As she stepped out of the Floo and dusted off her robes, Hermione took a deep breath and glanced around Draco's wizarding apartment. She had never been here before. This wasn't the muggle flat she'd visited weeks earlier, but something more fitting for a Malfoy—though certainly not as grandiose as Malfoy Manor. There were signs of the Malfoy opulence: gold accents, rich fabrics, and polished wood. Yet, there was something unexpectedly homey about it too. The warm tones and soft lighting gave the place an inviting feel, a far cry from the cold elegance she associated with the Malfoy name.

Before she could take in more of her surroundings, Hermione heard footsteps descending the stairs. She turned just as Draco appeared, his brow furrowed in concern as his eyes landed on her.

"Hermione?" His voice was a mixture of surprise and worry. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He rushed toward her, his usual calm composure giving way to genuine concern. "you look tense"

Hermione blinked, the flood of emotions she'd been holding back rising to the surface. She looked at him, taking in the concern etched across his face, the way he instinctively reached out to check on her. And in that moment, it hit her—this was the father of her child. This was the man who had been there for her, who cared, no matter how complicated their situation was.

Without a second thought, Hermione grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss.

Draco stiffened for a split second, completely caught off guard, but he quickly responded, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he kissed her back. The kiss was intense, filled with the raw energy of emotions that had been building up for weeks. It wasn't the hesitant connection of two people unsure of their place in each other's lives—it was fiery, urgent, and filled with desire.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Draco looked at her, his lips curving into a slight smirk, though there was still confusion in his eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, Granger, but did anyone give you a love potion again?"

Hermione laughed, the sound light and genuine, cutting through the tension of the day. "No, no love potion," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But someone did use Polyjuice Potion, pretending to be you, and tried to convince me you had a girlfriend and were planning to cheat on me after we were married."

Draco's eyes widened, fury replacing the playful smirk on his face. "What?" he growled, stepping toward the Floo as his fists clenched. "I'm going to kill him."

Hermione reached out and caught his arm, stopping him before he could move any further. "Do you really want to go confront Ron," she teased, her voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper, "or would you rather continue what we started?"

Draco paused, glancing between her and the fireplace. Then he grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. "On second thought," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist, "maybe I should send him a thank-you note instead."

Hermione laughed, the sound full of warmth. "Oh, that would definitely hurt him more."

They shared a quiet moment, their eyes locked, the weight of their connection filling the room. But then Hermione's face grew more serious as a question lingered in her mind, something she hadn't yet asked him.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" Hermione asked, her voice soft but steady.

Draco's brow furrowed slightly, his expression turning sincere as he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "No," he said firmly. "I don't. And I don't plan on getting anyone else involved as long as we're together."

Hermione studied his face, searching for any trace of deception. But there was none—only the quiet intensity of his gaze. That was all she needed. Relief washed over her, and she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She hadn't realized how much doubt had been lingering in the back of her mind until now.

"That's good to hear," Hermione replied softly, her lips curving into a small smile. "Because I don't want to share you."

Draco's lips tugged upward into a smirk. "No one to share with, Granger. You've got me all to yourself."

The tension between them shifted once again, the playfulness returning as their gazes locked. Hermione felt her heart quicken, her earlier apprehensions melting away as she realized how deeply she had come to care for this man.

With a renewed sense of certainty, Hermione leaned in and kissed him again, her fingers tangling in his hair as their bodies pressed closer. Draco responded with equal passion, his hands moving to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. It was as though all the uncertainty, all the doubts, had been washed away in that one kiss.

As they continued to explore this new dynamic between them, Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours—she wasn't sure. All she knew was that one moment they were standing in the living room, and the next they were stumbling into Draco's bedroom, lips never parting as they tumbled onto the bed together. The kiss ignited something between them, a connection that went far beyond lust. It was like all the tension and unspoken feelings they had suppressed over the past few weeks had finally been set free.

Draco's hands moved deftly, unfastening her robes and pulling her closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Hermione matched his urgency, her hands running through his hair, tugging him closer as they kissed like their lives depended on it. And then, as they found their rhythm, everything else fell away.

It wasn't like the first time — it was different in a way they couldn't explain yet surprisingly it was equally amazing. The intensity between them was electrifying, sparking every nerve as they moved together, rediscovering each other without the influence of magic.

As the moments passed and they finally collapsed onto the bed, their breaths heavy and their bodies tangled together, Hermione felt something new blooming inside her. Relief. Joy. Contentment. It was strange to think that this was where they were supposed to be—that despite the craziness of their circumstances, this felt right.

Laying side by side, naked and wrapped in the afterglow, Hermione stared at the ceiling, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I have to admit," she began, her voice breathless, "I was worried we wouldn't have any chemistry without the love potion. But I guess that's not an issue."

Draco chuckled, turning onto his side to face her. His fingers traced lazy circles on her bare arm. "Believe it or not, I'm very good at pleasing women, Granger." He said smirking.

Hermione grinned, feeling bold. She turned to face him fully, her eyes meeting his. "Let's get married," she said, the words leaving her lips with surprising ease.

Draco blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I mean... we will be married soon enough. We'll be considered married in about two months, legally speaking. Are you suggesting we move it up?"

Hermione smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes. Let's do a real wedding. I think it will be good for both of us. First of all, it'll send Ron the message that he can't interfere anymore. And even if it doesn't work out between us, it'll be proof that we gave this everything we had. It's a real commitment, and I think that's what we both need."

Draco stared at her, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. "I love the idea," he admitted, "but I thought you wanted to take things slow."

"I did," Hermione replied, her voice softening as she reached out to touch his face. "But I don't have any hesitation anymore. In fact, Ron just reminded me how much worse this situation could have been. And right now... I feel lucky to have you."

Draco's expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss her on the temple. "Well then," he said with a playful grin, "I'm definitely going to write Ron that thank-you note now."

Hermione laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "Oh, that will definitely get under his skin."

They lay together in the quiet, enjoying the warmth and closeness. The night stretched on, and they spent it talking about their future, enjoying each other's company as the night turned into morning. Every moment they shared felt more real, more natural, as if this was how things were meant to be all along.

As dawn crept in through the windows, Hermione closed her eyes, snuggling into Draco's chest. It was hard to believe that they had been forced into this relationship—into this entire situation—because of someone else's actions. Yet here they were, making it work, and for the first time in a long while, Hermione felt like she was in control of her own life.

What had once seemed like a chaotic, impossible situation now felt like the beginning of something real and solid. There would be challenges, of course—nothing was ever easy, especially with Ron in the picture. But in that moment, lying there with Draco, she felt hopeful for the future.

A/N: So Ron's Plan backfired again. Hope you enjoyed it. please review.