Chapter 7

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Hermione fell to the ground and Draco was at her side in an instant.

He looked her over in concern, was she hurt?

What the hell was going on?

She looked at him through tear-stained eyelids, "I didn't know where else to go."

Her voice broke and fresh sobs tore through her body.

With hesitation, Draco put his arms around her and held her close, cradling her against his chest.

Hermione held onto him, her manicured fingers digging deep into his white t-shirt.

He let her cry, he stroked her hair soothingly and asked gently, "Darling, please tell me what happened?"

She swallowed unable to find the words, her lips quivered as she spat the words, "Ron was shagging Lavender Brown in his room, an hour before we were to be married."

Pure seething anger seeped into her veins, it slowly consumed her mind and fire returned to her eyes.

Draco snarled, a deep sound emitted from his lips.

He had given up Granger for this shit!

Fuck no!

His eyes on her, he hissed darkly, "I'm going to go pay Weasel Shit a little visit."

He stood up ready to apparate, but Hermione grabbed his hand, "Please just stay with me."

Glancing at the broken woman at his feet, his anger pulsated dangerously through his veins.

Draco reached down and pulled her up. "You need a drink, Hermione," he declared, before walking away to fix them a much-needed scotch.

Fuck, he needed a drink!

Granger was in his fucking living room in her wedding dress, what the actual fuck?

Draco couldn't help it, his lips curved upwards in a smile.

She had come to him.

The feeling was overwhelming.

Weasley never fucking deserved her in the first place.

He handed her the drink and Hermione took it eagerly with trembling hands and drained it in one gulp.

She coughed, got to her feet, gathered her lacy train and mumbled, "I'm so sorry, Draco, I shouldn't be here, I'll go."

Draco grasped her hand and instructed firmly, "You are not going anywhere, Granger."

Hermione scanned his face, trying to read him but he remained emotionless

He added with a finality that surprised her, "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need."

Draco rubbed his temple and thought long and hard.

Reaching over, he touched her cheek tenderly, she felt so warm, "The press is going to have a field day, Granger, it's best you lay low."

Hermione shuddered.

Of course, he made perfect sense, but could she stay in his flat with him?

She was walking a dangerous line and she knew it.

Fuck it!

Hermione decided she would stay the night at least, she would figure things out better tomorrow.

With a genuine smile, he showed her to the guest room and advised, "Have a long shower a bubble bath can do wonders."

Hermione nodded speechless and immensely grateful for his help.

"Thank you, Draco," she muttered quickly before he left.

He gave her a reassuring smile and replied truthfully, "By the way, you make a beautiful bride."

She stared after him, startled and surprised at the comment.

It made her smile fondly.

Draco threw open his large wardrobe.

There would be no clothes for her, except an oversized t-shirt of his.

Studying the contents, he settled on an old Slytherin Quidditch jumper.

He took it and smirked, she was going to love it.

Still laughing to himself, he headed towards the guestroom.

Hermione didn't bother to lock the door.

The wedding dress dropped to her feet, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

The pins came out of her hair next and she shook her head, strands of hair fell wildly down her back.

There were plenty of towels to choose from, Hermione took the light green towel and wrapped it around herself, the cotton felt luxuriously heavenly.

The bathroom was impressive, like the rest of his flat.

She let the towel drop and descended into the warm water, the bubbles caressed the surface and settled around her.

Tipping her head back, she let out a satisfying groan, as the water surrounded her and she sank into its bliss.

Draco froze when the towel dropped and she got into the bathtub.

She had a beautiful body, with creamy smooth skin and long legs.

The image of her legs wrapped around his waist came to mind, he quickly shook his head, left the jumper on the bed, and hurriedly left the room.

Hermione closed her eyes.

Ron with Lavender flashed across her mind.

The utterly disgusting Pig!

Did he have to fuck that stupid bitch on their wedding day?

The anger she felt earlier, crept up again, but she willed herself to calm down.

After all, she had slept with Draco, but she had chosen Ron and it all seemed like such a waste.

Hermione's eyes flew open, they burned with fire and purpose, it was time to rectify her bloody mistakes.

She was, Hermione Jean Granger and she was going to be completely fine.

Everything happened for a reason.

The fact that she was more angry than hurt, spoke volumes of how their relationship had deteriorated over the years.

Ron was never the one for her and if it took him getting caught cheating on their wedding day, then so be it.

The jumper lay on the bed, Hermione picked it up tenderly, like it was filthy and gave it a repulsive look.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled it over her head reluctantly, it was too short.

She reached for her wand and muttered a spell, the length increased covering her up slightly.

Draco watched Hermione in amusement, as she walked slowly into the living room wearing his jumper, barefoot and tugging at the material.

He was right, she looked disgusted to be wearing anything Slytherin related.

He swallowed a laugh, and the fiery Gryffindor threw him a look of pure loathing.

She used a spell to make it a tad bit longer but not by much, Draco could still see the outline of her thong if she bent further than needed.

Hermione raised her eyebrow at him, "Really? You didn't have anything else you Slytherin prat?"

He laughed, "I don't wear ladies clothing, Granger, but it does suit you."

He sighed and said, "It's the best I have until we go by your flat and pick up some stuff."

She walked up to him, feeling the rough embroidered Slytherin badge under her fingers, he smirked at her obvious loathing for his former House.

Draco got to his feet and heading towards the surgically clean kitchen.

He glanced over his shoulder and said, "Let's get some dinner, I'm fucking starving."

Hermione felt her stomach rumble, "Mmm...me too."

They ate in silence, exchanging glances and silent looks, until Hermione broke the silence, "This soup is delicious."

Draco grinned, "I'm glad you like my cooking."

Hermione threw him a look of astonishment, "No way, the great Draco Malfoy cooks?"

He was amused by her reaction, "Yes I cook, why is that so hard to believe?"

Her mouth dropped and she laughed, "Because it's you, you know? spoilt and pampered prat."

Her slight, sensual laughter tickled his senses pleasantly, Draco found himself leaning towards it and the woman sitting next to him.

A short, unbroken buzz interrupted them.

Draco pushed back his chair and jogged towards the source, "Janice, reschedule all my meetings, I won't be coming in or be available for the next three days."

Hermione heard the girl on the other side protest slightly.

"That will be all," Draco replied sternly and walked back to the kitchen island where they were eating.

"Draco?" Hermione spoke to him softly.

"Hmm...?" He replied, munching on a soft bread roll.

"You don't need to stay with me, you're such a busy man," she told him seriously.

Draco stared at her intently and smiled warmly.

The intensity he possessed broke down every defence she had ever put in place, "And you're a busy woman, I want to stay with you."

He was never a man to mince words and that was the end of the discussion.

After wiping the corners of his mouth, he pushed back the chair, got to his feet and retired to the small office.

She watched him disappear around the corner and finished the rest of her soup.

Hermione walked around Draco's penthouse flat, it was enormous and quite lavish, the white tiles shimmered in the light.

She noticed nearly all his furniture was in tones of black, white and grey.

Hermione didn't expect anything less, Draco Malfoy had style and class.

She could hear his raised voice from inside his office, "It's not good enough, I will not buy second-grade equipment, cancel the fucking order, Bill."

Hermione was impressed, he had certainly come a long way from their Hogwarts days.

She came across a glass cabinet with row upon row of medals, cups and pictures.

Draco had been quite the Quidditch player, he played Seeker for the Kenmare Kestrels after Hogwarts.

She always thought he chose the Kestrels because of their emerald green robes.

Being a first draft pick, he went up against Ron multiple times, and if Hermione recalled correctly, the Kestrels had beaten the Cannons each time.

A particular match came to mind where Ron took a bludger to the head, Draco swept down in front of her to catch the snitch.

Hermione stifled a laugh as she thought back to Ron's temper tantrums at each loss, he was such a bloody child at times.

Peering inside the glass cabinet at the pictures, she could see how dangerously good-looking, Draco was in his robes.

His face was full of laughter and he looked calm and collected.

Hermione felt herself smile at Draco's carefree face, she longed to touch it.

She felt his presence behind her.

She turned and beamed, "Wow Draco, I knew you were good but I had no idea you were this good."

Draco smirked, "Always the tone of surprise, Granger, but it was fun while it lasted."

Hermione looked at the many pictures and asked curiously, "Do you miss it?"

Draco answered quickly, "I do! I always feel free when I'm flying."

She cocked her head to the side and asked curiously, "So why did you stop?"

Darkness settled over his face, "My father died and my mother needed me to take over the company."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Besides Quidditch is temporary, Granger, one injury and that would be it. I had fun, but what I'm doing now is much more important and worthwhile."

Reaching over, she squeezed his hand and declared proudly, "You have grown up, Draco Malfoy."

His Quidditch days behind him Draco had resorted to Muggle fitness training to keep his physique in prime condition and his flat was fitted with a state-of-the-art gym.

It helped him to get his adrenaline pumping and muscles toned and perfect. He always lived for the thrill of pushing the limits.

Draco was right about Quidditch being temporary, Hermione thought sadly.

Harry was possibly the best Seeker to grace the wizarding world in a hundred years, and he was highly sorted after by all the main League teams.

After much deliberation, he had signed with the Montrose Magpies.

Unfortunately, after a successful three seasons, Harry had taken two consecutive bludgers to his head, and that permanently retired him after he came too at St Mungo's two weeks later.

Ginny had been livid and hardly slept or ate through the ordeal.

Hermione still felt anxious when she watched Ron and Ginny fly and in a way, she was extremely glad that Draco had retired.

Draco watched her, she seemed far away.

He interrupted her thoughts and thrust a cup of steaming hot chocolate into her hands, "Are you ready to talk and discuss your options?"

She stared at the cup and then back at him in shock.

Draco rolled his eyes and told her flatly, "For fuck sake, Granger, I can cook and make hot beverages, get over it."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders wearily and took a sip from the mug,

Her tone serious and final, "There's nothing to talk about, Ron cheated and it's over."

She let her eyes roll back, "Mmm...This is delicious."

Draco smirked before asking seriously, "Are you sure it's over, Granger? Are you done with Weasley?"

He needed to fucking know.

She took in his tone and stared at him curiously.

Hermione laughed then, "Of course, I'm sure, it's pretty much the worst thing that could happen on your wedding day."

Draco laughed along with her, "Weasley is such a fucking moron."

He continued to laugh and marvel at how much of a dumb fuck Ron was.

Hermione leaned forward holding the hot mug with both hands and said seriously, "I think it's been over for a while, Draco, you were right, I didn't love him."

She smiled timidly at him.

Draco couldn't help himself; a nasty retort left his lips before he could stop it, "Yet, you were ready to marry him."

Hermione scowled and rolled her eyes, the smug arsehole.

He locked eyes with her and added firmly, "Look, stay low and out of sight for a few days, no one will guess you're with me."

She stared into her drink, watching a tiny marshmallow bob about and sighed.

He was right again, nobody would ever guess Hermione Granger was hiding out at Draco Malfoys downtown flat.

She raised her eyes to meet his and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure, it's okay if I stay here for a couple of days?"

Draco raised a quizzical brow and retorted smugly, "It's not like we haven't lived together before."

Hermione blushed at the reminder of their Hogwarts days.

Draco caught her reaction and realized what he had just said.

He stumbled over his words and mucked it up, "You know what I fucking mean, Granger, we aren't a bunch of teenagers anymore."

She narrowed her eyes and stared at him sceptically.

He had his pride for fuck sake.

He stared at her and said firmly, "I can control myself."

The Slytherin prat, his arrogance still the same Hermione thought to herself bitterly.

She bit back a nasty response, "Whatever, Draco, goodnight and thanks once again."

Hermione hopped down from the stool and pulled down the jumper while walking into the guestroom.

Draco watched her go and let out a frustrated growl.

He really was a fucking idiot!

Why'd he have to go and say he could control himself?

Like hell, he could!

It took all his willpower not to kiss her and fuck her in the kitchen.

The next three days were going to be bloody torture.

"Where the fuck is she?" Ron cried; his head buried in his hands.

"Harry, can you please check with her parents?" He impatiently asked Harry once more.

"Mate, I've already troubled them enough, and they are quite upset about their missing daughter," Harry shot back irritated and angry at his best friend.

"What the hell have I done?" He whispered to nobody in particular.

Ginny rounded on him in absolute fury and spat through clenched teeth, "You fucked another woman on your wedding day, and don't you fucking forget it."

She was fighting every urge not to hex her moronic brother.

Ginny advanced on her brother ignoring the look Harry gave her, "If something happens to Hermione because of your wondering cock, so help me I will forget that you are my brother."

She walked away from an extremely startled Ron.

Harry made eye contact with Ron, shook his head and followed his girlfriend out of the Burrows kitchen.

His whole family was against him,

His mother had done everything short of hitting him with her pots and pans, his brothers barely looked at him and Ginny let him have it, even Harry gave him looks of disappointment and disgust.

Harry had gone off with Hermione's parents, trying his best to explain the situation to them. Obviously, they had not been pleased and glared at Ron before leaving The Burrow with Harry.

Lavender had quietly tried her best to leave unnoticed, but Ginny rounded on her, slapped her across the face and called her a homewrecking whore in front of everyone.

Ron stepped in and stopped Ginny from doing any further damage and told Lavender to leave immediately, the woman scurried behind him and within seconds she was gone.

His parents and brothers handled the bombardment of questions that had come their way from the guests and press.

It was humiliating and embarrassing and more so for Hermione.

Everyone loved her, she was the Golden Girl and now they all hated him, and he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

Ron had no fucking clue, why he did what he did and hurt the woman he loved.

It all started months ago when Lavender dropped by the stadium to interview the team for the Daily Prophet and things just clicked.

They had gone out after for a few drinks and one thing had led to another and before he knew it, he was shagging her in her small flat and then again on the couch and then in the shower.

He just fucked her when he wanted, he didn't feel anything for her but he had greatly underestimated the infatuation Lavender had for him.

Ron had been with Hermione for such a long time and yes, he had his indiscretions, many of them in fact, with women he met at bars or away games but he always came back to her.

The fact that he was going to marry her and be just them, for the rest of their lives, frightened the living fuck out of him!

Lavender had been a great distraction, but he should've known better.

The woman had shown up at the wedding claiming to be in love with him, and when she threatened to tell Hermione everything, he panicked.

Ron loved Hermione and she was the one he wanted to end up with, none of these side bitches counted for a minute, they were just a means to an end.

He truly did love Hermione or did in his messed-up way.

Now that he had gotten what he needed out of his system, he was ready to fully commit to his Golden girl.

Well, that was before he fucked up and fucked up bad.

She had disappeared, and he was damn sure it was over!

Ron made up his mind to beg and plead once he found her.

He couldn't imagine his life without her.

Merlin, he needed her, she was the one constant in his life.

Needing to get away from The Burrow and his family, he disapparated straight into his apartment.

Still in his tuxedo, he grabbed a Firewhisky and took a long swig as he sat down on his couch.

The tears threatened to spill over, Where the fuck was she?

Hermione didn't know how her legs carried her but there she was inside Draco's massive bedroom staring down at his sleeping form.

If anything, he looked more handsome while he slept, wild strands of hair had fallen on his face and his breathing was content.

She was getting cold feet.

What the hell was she doing?

Hermione turned to leave but Draco stirred and whispered, "Lumos."

He rubbed his eyes and reached for her hand.

Still groggy, he willed himself awake, looked her over and asked, "Hermione, are you alright?"

She had a wild look in her eyes.

Hermione looked down at Draco's pale face and replied huskily, "Make love to me, Draco, just make me forget today, please."

She wasn't pleading but it was a request.

She needed to feel wanted and maybe even loved.

Draco kissed Hermione's hand tenderly, "As much as I would love to, I don't think that's a good idea."

It took all of his fucking willpower to say those words.

She pushed him back roughly and straddled him.

She was wearing the oversized jumper he had given her.

Draco gulped, he felt her skin against his boxers, he was growing hard as her core rubbed against his member through the material.

Where the fuck was her thong?

She slowly removed the jumper, it was antagonistically slow, and Draco wanted to rip it off her.

"Tell me I'm beautiful, that I'm worthy," she instructed an edge to her voice.

Draco watched as Hermione discarded the jumper.

He was unable to take his eyes off her, she was beyond beautiful.

The carnal urge he was fighting dissolved into a pool of mush, all feelings headed south at her slow movements against him.

Every fucking barrier he had placed to safeguard her and himself broke down.

At that moment, he felt a profound hatred towards Weasley for making her doubt herself.

Draco made a mental note to teach Weasel Shit a valuable lesson.

Worse even than having Hermione, in his bed on their supposed wedding night.

He ran his long fingers along her throat, feeling her pulse quicken under his tips, he cupped her face and rasped, "You are the most perfect woman I've ever met, Hermione Granger."

With that declaration, he claimed her lips hard enough to draw blood.

Hermione wanted control.

Tonight, it was her way.

Leaning against his sculptured chest, her fingers outlined his smooth toned physique and she kissed him passionately.

Running her tongue along his bottom lip, she bit down hard before deepening the kiss.

Pushing him back, his head hit the pillows, he stared at her curiously but with sexual and possessive desire.

Draco entwined his fingers in her hair and gave it a firm tug.

Hermione gasped in delicious pain, she took his hand and placed a chaste kiss on his palm and took his fingers in her mouth, sucking gently before dropping it to his side.

She kissed along his well-defined stomach and taut body until she was near his impressive bulge.

Placing her small hands on the sides, she slowly tugged at his boxers and removed them.

Hermione groaned, he was magnificent, the fact that he was this hard for her, turned her on to another level.

Draco struggled to sit up, but she pushed back down.

He was going crazy, he wanted to touch her and fuck her.

Hermione positioned herself between his legs and tied her hair up in a bun, her breasts rising as she reached up.

Licking her swollen lips, her fingers closed around his shaft and began to move, up and down building up a tantalizing rhythm.

Draco yielded to her every whim, to her every fucking touch.

Hermione stopped stroking him and swallowed hard.

Her mouth watered with anticipation, she leaned forward and licked the pre-cum that glistened the top of his throbbing dickhead.

Draco drowned in his own desire and a low growl left his lips.

She lowered her head to his bulging erection and took him fully in the mouth, moving her hand under to massage his balls.

Moving her tongue slowly along his shaft, her lips tightened around his erection and she started to suck rhythmically.

She let her fire stained orbs meet his grey pools, they were hooked on her, his gaze dark with need and passion.

Feeling his hips thrust into her mouth, Hermione smiled, it felt amazing that he was fucking her face, but she wanted to be in control.

Tonight, it was her way.

She withdrew and he groaned in frustration.

Smiling seductively at Draco, she licked his shaft once more, all the way from his balls to the tip of his throbbing head and moved up towards him.

She sat across him, his pulsating head inches away from her wet folds.

With precision and accuracy, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch.

Moaning loudly as he filled her up, his hardness pounded against her walls wanting to consume her whole.

Fuck she was amazing...mine...please, be mine.

Draco sat up and held her hips, thrusting into her slowly while taking an erect nipple in his mouth and sucking.

Hermione held his head in place allowing him to twirl his tongue around her rosy bud.

He bit down gently on the rock hard nipple, and she pushed him back, again.

He fell against the sheet, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

Placing her hands on his waist, she started to ride him slowly at first and then she picked up the pace.

Her breasts bounced with her movements, it was beautiful to watch.

Fuck it felt good...

His head rubbed against her clit, a delicious sensation rushed over her body, and the familiar tug behind her navel told her she was close.

She sped up riding him steadily.

The sweat dripped off her back, she lost her grip as her juices filled her and coated the insides of her cunt.

Hermione felt Draco jerk, his eyes were closed.

His need was synching to hers but she wanted him inside for longer.

Giving herself over, she closed her eyes and let her orgasm take her.

Her sultry moan echoed off the walls as her body spasmed with the release of pent up anger, frustration and pure desire for the man under her.

She fell, but strong firm arms caught her.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he rose with her in his arms and with him still inside.

He swiftly moved on top without withdrawing, he sped up his movements as Hermione wrapped her legs around him.

Draco thrust in urgently, his release came shortly, he came deep within her passage.

A guttural groan escaped his lips and he whispered, "You're mine."

She gently bit down on his earlobe and replied for the first time, "Always."

They lay entangled in a mess of sweat and release.

Draco pulled Hermione to him roughly and kissed her passionately until his breathing subsided and returned to normal.

They were asleep before they knew it.

Hermione woke to find that during the night she had cuddled up to Draco, her hair lay across his torso and He had his arm around her protectively.

She had always felt safest in his arms.

It was still dark, she glanced at the clock sleepy-eyed and made out 5:30 am.

Her throat was parched, swallowing spit did nothing to gratify the need of her dry throat.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the man sleeping soundly beside her.

She turned over and pulled at the sheet.

"Granger, where are you going?" Draco mumbled against the pillow.

"Nowhere, I just want a drink of water," she replied softly.

He didn't answer he had gone back to sleep.

Grabbing her discarded jumper, she pulled it over her head along with her thong.

Hermione poured herself a drink of water and stood barefoot in the kitchen.

What was she going to do? Go back to her room or back to his?

With a sigh, she made her way back to the arms that held her tightly.

It's was as if he sensed her presence because as soon as she slipped back between the sheets, he turned over, pulled her to him and rested his arm across her stomach.

Even in sleep, he smelt amazing.

You are in over your head, Granger.

She swallowed hard, before closing her eyes and snuggling into the warmth he ardently offered.