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Rain started to fall harder on Hermione's windshield and she turned her car wipers on only to have one of them stop working completely. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. Hermione was driving home down the streets of muggle London in a small fit of rage. She felt her short but beautiful dark purple bodycon dress clinging to her skin and her black heels pressing against the brake of her car as she came up to a red light. Her hair was done up wonderfully in a messy bun, she had makeup on and earrings, the whole shebang. Hermione had just angrily driven off from a dinner party before it ended because of a horrible fight with her boyfriend Ron Weasley. "Well her dress is red. I just like the colour better 'Mione." "You just like the fucking colour better you ass Ronald Weasley!" She nearly slammed on the gas when the light turned green and continued down the streets in an angry fury.
Ron and Hermione had been dating for three years before their normal small arguments had grown into full-blown yelling fights. It had gotten to the point where they even fought at their anniversary. Sometimes their bigger fights led to physical fights, and it was something Hermione tried her best to avoid. This was the ninth huge fight of the year and it was only May, so when things started to escalate at the party Hermione yelled at Ron that he could get a ride home with someone else and that she was going home and for him not to follow-although not quite as politely as that.
Hermione had reached the less busy area of London where it was a stretch of larger houses and apartments before it got into the smaller apartments-where hers was-about seven blocks down. But soon enough Hermione felt the car go over a large bump and her car drastically started moving towards one side. "Shit." Was that my tire? Hermione has no choice but to quickly pull over in front of one of the larger houses so she could check her tire. She looked out her window to gaze at the house she was parked in front of and admired it for a second. It looked like a double story house with an impressive structure and multiple windows, and a few lit. The house even had a balcony.
Hermione sighed and shut her car off before looking out the window and dreading to go outside. If I knew it was going to rain I would have brought my umbrella. She sighed. Her car was now leaning heavily towards one side and she knew she had a flat without even having to go out and look. Hermione knew she could use magic to make it easier, but this was muggle London, and her position at the ministry frowned upon them using magic anywhere in muggle London. And she was the only of her friends who had a muggle phone so she couldn't reach them that way. Hermione looked back at the house again. Maybe they can help me, and even if they can't it's worth a try.
Hermione sighed and grabbed her purse and keys before quickly exiting and locking her car before rushing out of the rain and under the safety of the house's overhanging doorway. Somehow she was still able to get significantly wet as the houses' doorway was a great distance from the street as it had a massive driveway and front lawn. She glanced to the left to see that the light in the house was still on before knocking thrice on the door and waiting for a response.
In a few more moments her heard the unlocking of the door and then watched the door open to reveal an unexpected figure in a t-shirt and sweats. "Draco!?" Hermione took a slight step back from the surprise.
"Granger? What the bloody hell are you doing here? How did you find me?" Draco frowned.
"Find you? You sound as if I tried to end up here."
"The ministry's been trying to figure out where I holed up. I moved here to avoid the paparazzi."
"Oh, apologies for that."
"Well if you're not here on purpose then why are you here at all?" He leaned against his doorway.
"My car got a flat. And as you can tell it's pouring. I can't use magic and my apartment is still about six blocks away." Hermione let out a sigh and realized how pathetic she must look to him right now. Of course, Malfoy's the one that owns this huge house. Just my luck.
Draco looked past her to see the car that was dimly lit under a streetlight and then back down at Hermione. He stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head and opening the front door as an invitation to come in. "You can stay here until morning, then I'll help you fix your tire and you can be on your way."
Hermione looked up at him in shock. How is this the same guy who bullied me for six years? He's... a lot better looking than before. His face looks softer and less angry. "Thank you." Hermione reluctantly stepped inside and rubbed her feet against his welcome mat before stepping into the large house. Draco shut and locked the door behind her and stood to look at her while she admired his house.
The house was modern and in a black, white, grey, and emerald colour scheme. The couches were black leather and most of the main wooden furniture like the coffee table was white. the walls were a light grey with white trim and there were accents of emerald thrown into the mix with rugs and smal detailings in the art.
"You like the place?" He finally asked.
"Uh-" Hermione did a double take to look back at him before turning her head away again. "Yeah. It's nice." Her cheeks were flushed red.
"I'm glad. I spent a lot of time designing it."
"This is your work?" Hermione spun around to actually look at him and he nodded.
"My mom helped a bit but it was mainly me." He smiled before pulling out his wand and pointing it at her.
"I knew it was too good to be true." Hermione frowned.
Draco raised an eyebrow before swishing his wand and drying her hair for her. "What was too good to be true?"
Hermione felt pink rise back into her cheeks. "Nothing." She turned her head away before slowly walking further into the house.
"Feel free to get comfortable. I can show you to your room if you'd like?" Draco asked.
"M-my room?"
"Yes. The guest bedroom?" He looked at her in confusion.
"Oh, yeah. Of course." Damn. Get you're head together Hermione. She shook her head and gave him a small smile.
"So..?"
"What?"
"Would you like me to show you the guest bedroom?" The question was laced with amusement from Draco.
"Oh, sorry. No. I'm okay for now." Hermione shook her head and first sat on one of the couches. "You even have a fireplace!" She exclaimed and gestured to the wall in front of her. "That's so cool." Draco smiled at her amusement and simply nodded before sitting on the other couch beside her.
"So. If I may ask Grang-Hermione." She looked at him in confusion at the correction of her name. "Why are you dressed up so nice? One could actually say beautiful." Draco murmured the last part so she couldn't hear, but Hermione's frustration had already come back so that she wouldn't have noticed in the first place.
"I was at a dinner partner with Harry and everyone else." Draco noticed her sudden anger and looked at her in confusion.
"That sounds decent enough, but then why were you coming back alone? Surely Weasl-Ron. Must have been with you?" He added with a slight edge in his tone. "Assuming you drove to the event with your boyfriend?"
"Ugh. Don't even bring up his stupid name right now. He's such a fucking git." Hermione let out the comment before she realized what she said. "Oh-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to curse-" She was interrupted by the sound of Draco laughing at her.
"Oh my god! I never thought I would hear Hermione Granger curse! And at her own boyfriend for that matter!" He continued to laugh and Hermione only got flustered. As he calmed down he then tried to continue the conversation. "So? You two got into a fight I'm guessing?"
"Yes."
"And how did Ronald fuck up as usual?" Draco smirked.
"He proceeded to fawn over some girl in a red dress in the middle of a conversation."
"Rumours are that this is a common occurrence."
"Yeah." She replied sadly. "They are."
Draco quickly realized he had now crossed a line that he shouldn't have and moved over to Hermione to comfort her. At the gesture, Hermione started to cry. Draco had only seen Hermione cry at his own words before and it hurt him that something had made her cry again, worse it was most likely Ron. "Hermione, are you alright?" He reached over to put a hand on her should and Hermione only continued to stare at her lap and shake her head when he asked. He sat and only watched her crying for a second before he figured out what to do to maybe help. With Hermione still crying beside him, Draco reached forward to pull Hermione into his chest to comfort her. He felt the heat of her body and her skin touch his bare arms and felt a small string tug at his heart.
"I-I feel so guilty." Hermione choked out.
"Why?"
"Because he keeps saying I don't love him anymore. It's our biggest fight...but he's right. I don't love him anymore."
"You can't help what you feel towards people Hermione..." Draco rubbed circles on her back and a realization hit him.
"I know but... I feel like I've been lying to him for months..." Hermione shook her head.
"You're scared of what will happen with your relationship if you leave?" Draco asked and Hermione simply nodded. "Well, I don't think you should have too much to worry about. The famous trio has been besties since you were in your first year at Hogwarts. You've been friends for 9 years now? I think everything will work out." Hermione had stopped crying so hard and was now only sniveling slightly. "Of course, there's going to be some time that Ron will need to himself, but soon enough things will go back to normal. I know Potter-Harry, wouldn't let anything happen to you guys. He's selfless and loyal, there's no way that he's going to let either of you go that easily."
Hermione pulled away from Draco and gave him a small smile as she wiped her tears away. "Thank you." Hermione stood up and Draco felt a sudden loss of warmth and the instinct to pull her back to him. "I think I should take up your previous offer. Could you show me the guest room Draco?"
"Uh-yeah." Draco nodded and stood before making his way towards a staircase that leads to the second story. "Up here." He climbed the stairs with Hermione following him before leading her down the hall and into a large bedroom. He opened the door for her and Hermione stepped inside.
"Wow, your guests must sleep in luxury it looks like.
"It's no big deal. Only the best for my guests." Draco shrugged.
"Oh. My bag with my spare clothes is still in my car." Hermione went to move past him but Draco stopped her.
"It's still pouring. Just borrow some of mine."
"Oh-alright." Hermione's cheeks flushed pink and Draco realized what he said.
"I-I'll go get those." Draco quickly turned and went down the hall and into the door next to Hermione's room. Get a hold of yourself Draco. It's just clothes. Draco reached into his drawers to pull out one of his plain green t-shirts and a pair of black boxers. I'm not trying to imply anything, it's just the only thing that will fit her. Draco sighed and moved sit on his bed whilst still holding his clothes. How did tonight end up like this? Draco shook his head to try and gain his composure before standing up and making his way back to Hermione's room. He paused a the entrance and stood to watch Hermione taking down her curly hair from the updo she had on. Draco gazed and took in the slight curves of Hermione's figure from behind as she sat on the bed. She's beautiful. Draco then shook his head. No. I can't think like that. Draco knocked on the door frame and Hermione turned around to watch him approach. "Here are some spare clothes. I'm sorry but they were all I could think of that would fit you."
"It's alright." Hermione took the clothes from Draco and set them on the bed before standing up to face him. Draco took in the sight of her brown curls falling down on her shoulders. "Thank you, Draco. For everything." Hermione smiled up at him and Draco felt a drop in his stomach.
"No problem Hermione." He stepped back and moved his hand to the doorknob to close the door. "Sleep well."
"Wait." Draco looked at her in confusion and Hermione glanced down at her feet before meeting Draco's eyes again. "I meant to ask earlier, but why are you calling me Hermione? I heard you correcting yourself with all of our names. Aren't I supposed to be 'Granger' or 'Mudblood' to you?" Hermione flinched at the second word.
"Oh. That. No, no I would never call you that again. And Hermione is your name, isn't it? Just as Harry and Ron are not Potter and Weasley." Draco glanced down at Hermione's left arm and noticed that she had covered it in makeup.
"Yeah, but it's what you always called me." Hermione shrugged and looked away from him.
"I know. I was younger and stupider." Draco sighed. "I should have never talked to you the way I did. And for that I'm sorry."
"Oh, well, thank you." Hermione looked back at him and gave him a small smile.
"Of course." Draco and Hermione only stood and stared at each other. Draco was the first to turn away and break their eye contact. "If that's it, then I'll leave you be now. I'm just the next room over if you need me." Draco smiled before he shut the door for her and stood outside of it. I can't. He sighed and went downstairs to turn off the rest of the lights in the house before returning to his room.
Hermione stood and watched the door close in front of her before she turned and moved back around to sit on her bed. Why did you have to go? Hermione looked back at the door before rolling over and burying her face in the bed. What am I thinking? I'm still with Ron. Hermione rolled back over and sat up to look at the clothes on the bed. But Draco is... She sighed and got changed into the extra clothes. They smell like him. "No. No, I can't." Hermione stood up and walked over to the door. I'll just take off my makeup and go to bed. Hermione stepped out of the room and looked over at Draco's bedroom door. I can't ask him, I'll just find the bathroom myself.
Hermione started down the hallway and started checking doors to see if they led to a bathroom. Eventually, she found the right door and she slipped inside before turning on the light. She started washing her face and started to reveal her natural skin and eyes. Hermione looked down to watch the coloured water go down the drain before grabbing a towel and drying her face. She turned off the light and then heard a small thud from downstairs.
"What the hell?" Hermione slipped out of the room and started towards the stairs before stopping at the first step and trying to peer over the railing. She saw two white lights coming from a far room downstairs and instantly knew that someone was in the house. Hermione ran back to her room to grab her wand and returned to the stairs and crouched as she proceeded down them. It was now where the figures were close enough for her to hear their voices.
"Find out people's locations with magic is illegal! Now we're breaking and entering!" She heard a voice whispering to the other figure.
"She didn't go home, Harry. That's why we're here." The other figure whispered.
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Harry? Hermione made it to the bottom of the staircase and watched the two balls of light get closer. "Petrificus totalus!" She yelled and cast a spell directly towards one of the figures.
"Bloody Hell!" The figure fell to the ground and Hermione turned her wand on the other intruder.
"Wait Hermione! Lumos maxima!" She clearly heard Harry's voice and watched light flood into the room from Harry's wand.
Hermione saw Harry standing with his hand up in defense and Ron was lying petrified on the ground. Then a switch was flipped and the actual lights of the house came on and Harry lowered his wand.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing here stalking around my house? How did you even get in here in the first place?" Draco came up from behind Hermione in a t-shirt and shorts and had his wand raised.
"Malfoy!" Harry raised his wand again.
"Oh, bloody hell. Put your wands down! Both of you." Hermione snapped and they both paused before complying.
"Fine." Malfoy turned to Hermione and his gaze softened before turning back to Harry and Ron. "Would you mind explaining yourselves still? How the hell did you find my house and get into it?"
"We'll explain once you get me off the bloody ground!" Ron yelled.
"Finite incantatem!" Harry pointed his wand at Ron and he then got up to stand.
"We were looking for her." Ron pointed at Hermione. They're both still in their suits. Ron rubbed his head without really getting a good look at Hermione, he sort of avoided looking at her at all. "Once she bloody ran off from the party we stayed to let her cool off. Then-"
"Then Ron illegally tracked where you were once the party ended- Harry said annoyed but was cut off.
"I only did it to make sure she was home safe!"
"And then he used the floo network to illegally break and enter into your house through your fireplace Malfoy."
"And another thing!" Ron again interrupted. "When I saw that you were here at some random address I was afraid that you got kidnapped! So I came here half expecting that we needed to save you! But here you are! With bloody Malfoy of all people! What the bloody hell Hermione!" Ron actually faced her and Harry just shook his head in defeat. Malfoy felt anger bubbling up but he said nothing and waited for Hermione to handle it.
"My car got a flat, so I pulled over and knocked on the closest door I could. You know I'm not allowed to use magic with my job if I'm in a muggle neighborhood, so I had to do what I could. Malfoy just happened to live here is all."
"Fine. A good excuse, but then please explain to me why you're wearing his clothes?" Ron was furious.
"He offered to let me stay and fix the flat in the mor-" Hermione desperately tried to reason with him.
"And you accepted his offer? Hermione you could of-"
"It was raining what would you expect me to-"
"Not cozy up with our arch enemy that's for sure!"
"He was just trying to help!"
"He was just trying to get into your pants!" Ron had moved close enough to grab Hermione's wrist. Draco and Harry noticed but were frozen and unsure of what to do in the moment. "Surely the greatest witch in our year isn't stupid enough-" His grip tightened and Hermione winced in pain.
"Ron stop. You're hurting-"
"-to hang out with former death eater-
"Ron please." She tried pulling away from him
-and someone who tried to bloody kill her before!" He grabbed her other wrist once she started fighting against him and that's when Draco and Harry finally realized that they needed to intervene and that Hermione didn't have control of the situation anymore.
Harry grabbed Ron from behind and tried to pull him away from Hermione. "Ron stop. You need to let go of her." Harry tried to reason with Ron who only continued to shout at Hermione and now Harry.
Draco raised his wand again and pointed it at Ron. "Petrificus totalus!" Ron suddenly froze and fell to the ground with Hermione stumbling from the shock and falling back against Draco. He helped her stand straight again and noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Is he the reason you don't love me anymore?" Ron yelled from the ground.
"R-ron. N-no." Hermione choked out while holding her wrist.
"Then why? Are you fucking him?"
"No! No Ron! It-It's just not, we're not the same anymore Ron!" She yelled back. Draco held her in comfort as she started to slowly break down.
"Why?"
"It's just not Ron! We're not the same anymore! I can't... I can't do this anymore."
"Fine."
"Ron..."
"Fine. That's it. Let's go Harry."
"Finite incantatem." Harry said nothing else and watched Ron get up and leave the house in silence. Harry then went over to Hermione and she broke away from Draco to hug him and practically collapse into his hug. "It's going to be okay 'Mione."
"Harry, if you think she should stay somewhere else, I understand." Draco felt something tug at his heart but he ignored it.
"No-I... Hermione, it's your choice." Harry pulled away from her and Hermione rubbed the tears from her eyes.
"I, I think I'll stay here. I-I'm not ready to go home yet. Draco will help me in the morning."
"Alright. I'm sorry about all of this, to the both of you.' Harry apologized.
"Thank you, but I'm sure you realize it's not you that we need the apology from." Draco frowned.
"Yeah." Harry sort of glared at him but only half-heartedly.
The three of them moved over to the doorway and Draco opened the door for Harry. Hermione looked outside to see Ron stalking and circling her car outside where her tire was flat. She frowned and Draco touched her shoulder to get her to stop looking outside. She looked up at him and he simply shook his head. Harry glanced at both of them before sighing and stepping out of the house.
"Thanks for helping Hermione out Malf-... Draco." Harry nodded at him in acknowledgment.
"No problem Harry. I'm trying to be a better man than before, it's the least I could do." Draco nodded back.
Harry looked at him with some form of respect before nodding in understanding. "Well, Goodnight Hermione, Draco." Harry turned and walked out into the rain after Ron.
Draco shut and locked the door behind Harry before turning back to Hermione. "Are you alright Hermione?" She said nothing and continued to look at the ground. "Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione shook her head no. "Alright. How about we just head back up to bed for now?" Hermione nodded silently and Draco led her back upstairs and shut the downstairs lights off behind him. "You know, I'm surprised you're not going off on a tangent about your knowledge of the flooring in my house, considering you've been looking at it for so long, and you're such a know-it-all."
"I never went off on tangents." Hermione looked up at him.
"Sure you did," Draco smirked and rested a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "And I thought you didn't feel like talking." Hermione's cheeks flushed red and she stopped before Draco's room and stared down the hallway. "Hermione? Are you okay?"
"I don't want to go to bed yet..." Hermione murmured.
"Do you want to talk?" Draco asked.
"Yes, please."
"Okay, alright." Draco opened his bedroom door. "Is it okay to talk in here?"
"Yeah, that's okay."
Draco nodded and Hermione stepped inside. Draco's bedroom followed the colour pattern of the rest of the house but had touches of personality thrown in. Quittich posters and a few trophies and certificates. A bookcase filled with both muggle and wizard authors. His bed was a large king-sized bed with for pillows arranged on it. Hermione stepped over and sat on the large bed. Draco almost laughed at the difference in size comparison between the bed and her.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked.
"You just look kinda cute on that huge bed." Draco chuckled. "Not in a weird way though."
"Ha ha. Thanks." She deadpanned and rolled her eyes.
"So, you wanted to talk? How did all of what I just saw, happen?"
"Well..." Hermione sighed. "Ron and I started dating ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, and things started off okay. Then, around a year and a half passed and things got a bit harder. I graduated from Hogwarts and started work at the Ministry, it meant I spent less time with him and he was upset about it. We started getting into fights soon after that and things just progressively got worse. Harry and Ginny watched the whole thing happen, and soon enough even Neville and Luna figured it out." Hermione sighed. "Soon enough the fights started to escalate. Things got worse. I moved into my own apartment once Ron hit me the first time." Draco frowned. "And it got worse... Every time it happened he would apologize and we would make up. I covered up the bruises with makeup and we got through it until things got bad again."
"And the fights... they were worse than what I saw out there?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Uh-yeah... Yes, they were. More often than not." Hermione glanced away.
"Shit. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it." Hermione brushed the worry away.
"Well.... what now?" He asked.
"W-what now? What do you mean? Hermione looked at him with slightly pink cheeks.
"I mean, what are you going to do now that you and Ron are separated?"
"I never really thought about that." Hermione grew quiet and Draco was worried that he may have said too much. Hermione turned to her side and laid down with her head on the pillows. "I've always had to schedule my time in accordance to what Ron wanted, now I'm going to have all this spare time on my hands."
"You scheduled your time around Ron?" Draco scooted up closer to the pillows but remained sitting.
"I didn't have much of a choice if I wanted to keep him happy. He always hated it when I used my free time to do something besides spend it with him. Eventually, I just got used to the routine that he built up, and I stopped questioning it." Hermione short of shrugged.
"That's not how a relationship should be Hermione." Draco furrowed his brows.
"Well that's what is was like." She yawned. "It's too late to take it back now."
"Are you alright?"
"I don't know."
Draco said nothing and sighed. The two sat in silence for awhile until Draco stood up to stretch. When he turned to look beside himself again at Hermione he noticed that she had fallen completely asleep. He gave her a small smile before moving over to her side of the bed and crouched beside her to get around eye level. He shook her arm just slightly but she flinched when he did so. "Hey, Hermione. Can you move or do you want me to carry you into the other room." Hermione groggily peeked her eyes open just slightly to look at Draco for a second before closing them again and shaking her head no. "Uh? No you can't move?" She shook her head. "And no you don't want me to carry you?" She shook her head. "Alright." Draco scatched his forehead. "Well, I'm going to go sleep in the guest bedroom thne if you need me." He went to stand when Hermione reached her arm out to grab his shirt. "What is it?" She shook her head. "Oh my Merlin Hermione..." He sort of laughed. "Do you want me to stay in here with you?" She nodded. "Alright then. I'll stay." Hermione gave a groggy smile before pullin her arm back and quickly dozing off again.
Draco smiled and shook his head in disbelief. He then pulled the covers out from underneath Hermone and threw them back onto her before moving over to shut and lock the bedroom door. t was a habit that Draco had adapted when Death Eaters used to constantly roam around his house and he wanted to keep them out of his room. He turned around to turn off the lights but he left the curtains open so the moonlight would still shine through. In case she gets scared she'll still be able to see. Draco then turned and walked to the opposite side of the bed that Hermione was on. He looked at her and noticed that Hermione had rolled over onto her other side. She's so cute. "Shit. You can't think like that." He sighed and got into the other side of the bed and faced away from her whilst trying to get comfortable. I don't normally sleep with my shirt or shorts on but I plan to keep as much decency as possible in this situation.
Draco could practically feel his heart pounding in his chest because of his proximity to Hermione. This has never happened with anyone before. Why her? Draco felt the strongest urge to roll over and look at her but he pushed the thought far back into his mind. Draco became aware of any small movement that Hermione made and it was starting to drive him crazy. I can't focus with her this close.
"Draco." He heard Hermione mumble the word in her sleep.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Draco buried his head in his pillows.
"Huh? What is it now Ron?" Hermione asked tiredly.
"Huh? Hermione?" Draco sat up and turned to look at her.
"What is it?" She blinked a few times and focused her eyes on Draco.
"Oh. Draco. Shit! I'm so sorry! Ron just-"
"Don't worry about it. I don't really want to know how Ron hurt you in the past."
"I'm sorry."
"No, Hermione I didn't mean it like that." Draco sighed and then reached forward to grab Hermione and pull her against him.
"Draco? Are you okay?" Hermione looked up at him. His lips are right there!
"Hermione you astound me." Draco shook his head in defeat before he let go of her and laid on his back.
Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes before looking down at him. "Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you Ron, it was honestly just a mistake." Hermione turned to face him more on the bed and he glanced at her.
"For being a bright witch you're honestly pretty dull Hermione." Draco commented.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione frowned and glared at him.
Draco simply sighed at then slowly sat up. He next moved forward to place his hand on Hermione's and leant forward so that their lips were inches apart. Draco's blue-grey eyes met Hermione's brown ones and he simply unwaveringly gazed at her. A blush instantly spread across Hermione's face and she was the first one to pull her face away, but she left her hand under his.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked.
"Do you realize what I meant yet Hermione?" He raised his eyebrows at her.
"W-wait. Y-you mean?" Hermione found herself at a loss for words.
"Yes." Draco pulled his hand away and then proceded to lay back down.
Hermione watched him lie back down and found something tugging at her. Don't go. She turned to look at him before looking down at her hand. "Draco..." Hermione felt a rush of anxiety running through her. Draco glanced at her and noticed the worried look on her face.
"What is it?" He asked concerned.
"I-I wanted to ask you a favour. I need to figure something out." Hermione wouldn't meet his eyes.
"What's the favour?" Draco sat up to lean on one arm.
"Kiss me."
Draco stared at Hermione who's face was flushed red. She kept her gaze pinned at her hands and kept them there as Draco fully sat up to face her. Hermione glanced her eyes over at him but her body still didn't fully face him. He scooted closer to her before using a hand to slowly cup her face and turn it towards him before closing his eyes and gently pressing his lips against hers. Hermione stared at him before giving into the kiss and letting her eyes close as well. Not soon after he leaned in did he pull away.
"Favour granted?" He asked still looking at her.
"Y-yeah. Thank you." She turned her face away.
Draco said nothing but felt a pang in his chest. I guess she doesn't have feelings after all. He laid back down and turned to face away from her. I guess she'll be gone in the morning. Draco pulled the covers up higher when he felt Hermione slip back into bed beside him. But then Draco felt Hermione's arms from behind and he felt her body press up against his back and her arms wrap around his chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm just, getting used to this. I've been over Ron for months but... I've never actually been intimate with anyone in awhile." Hermione apologized and hugged Draco from behind.
"I'm not upset. I'm relieved." Draco brought up his hand to hold one of Hermione's.
"Is this wrong? I just broke up wih Ron."
"Well... it's not morally that great of a decision. But anything you're feeling isn't wrong."
"All of the feelings are very confusing right now." Hermione sounded muffled against Draco's back.
"Yeah? Me too..."
The conversation ended there for the night, a pretty soon the two fell into an easy and much needed sleep. Both didn't really know how to face the morning or how to go about the next steps of their unestablished relationship, but they would end up facing it sooner or later.