Chapter 8

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The room flooded with light, dazzling rays of sunshine bounced off the furniture and she was alone.

Hermione ran her hand slowly along the side that had been previously occupied by Draco, it was still warm.

She sighed in deep content at the remembrance of the events from last night.

The intense throbbing between her legs had subsided but the after-effects lingered and she buried herself within the sheets.

A shower was a must, she kicked her long legs off the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

The water felt wonderful against her skin, it was sinfully cool, as it washed away the smell of sex.

Lathering herself with a generous portion of body wash, she watched the soapy suds cascade down her breasts and stomach to form a puddle around her feet.

She twirled the suds with her toes before they disappeared down the drain.

Showered and fresh, she reached out and grabbed a fluffy bathrobe.

Hermione firmly attached the robe around her and went in search of the man who had put her first and pleasured her till her body was spent.

Draco watched her enter through lustful eyes, his breathing hitched and he quickly hid the Daily Prophet.

Granger and Weasley had made the front page.

TROUBLE IN PARADISE?

Golden Duo Wedding Disaster

Granger underground and cheating allegations towards Weasley.

Draco frowned; these fools thought this shit was newsworthy, bloody fucking morons.

What Hermione did next surprised him.

She came over and kissed his forehead, the familiarity made him savour the kiss.

Hermione saw his face relax and a loving smile touched her lips.

"Morning," She greeted him cheerfully, as she walked over to grab a piece of toast.

Draco leaned against the chair and teased, "Last night was satisfactory then?"

Hermione blushed at his meaning.

Draco watched her by the refrigerator, she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

He could see her lips on the cool glass, the liquid travelling down her throat, a few drops dripped down the side of her mouth, she wiped it unconsciously.

Merlin, she wore nothing under her robe, it excited him.

Oh, she walked towards him and stroked his face, he leaned into the palm of her hand.

Hermione bent down to kiss him and whispered, "It was very enjoyable."

He licked his lips and tasted a light hint of orange.

She held his face in her soft hands and deepened the kiss further, her delectable tongue pushed against his.

Draco was on his feet at once, he lifted Hermione onto the kitchen island, still wrapped in their kiss he moved down to ravage her throat.

She smelt of lavender and soap, it travelled up his nostrils and lodged itself in the deep consciousness of his desire for her.

He parted her bathrobe and his insistent fingers found her wetness, he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit and she moaned into his mouth.

Draco untied her robe and it fell off her shoulders leaving her completely exposed.

Cupping a beautiful breast, he bent his head to take a very succulent nipple in his mouth, the nipple hardened against his tongue and he bit down gently.

Hermione leaned into his every touch as his thumb massaged her clit, moving in slow tantalizing circles.

Kissing past her stomach, he spread her legs, replacing his fingers with his very insistent tongue.

He plunged his tongue into her core and Hermione groaned aloud with the pleasure that shot through her.

She held onto his broad shoulders to steady herself, his muscles twitched underneath her touch.

He gently sucked on her clit; it was too much to bear.

Hermione tangled her fingers in Draco's hair and held him firmly, her hips pushing into his mouth.

The heat rose within her and that sweet release was almost upon her but he withdrew and she gasped in disappointment.

He grinned and smirked smugly, "Oh no, I want to feel you unleash around me."

Staring intently into her fiery brown eyes, he placed his cock at her wetness and thrust in hard.

This was no gentle lovemaking, he was fucking her hard.

Her fingers dug into his back as he kept up his thrusts, she wrapped her legs around him tightly as they chased after that ultimate release.

Their need synchronised and they came together.

It was an urgent need and it felt amazing.

Exhausted and breathing hard, they leaned against each other and Hermione gently stroked Draco's back.

Her lips touched his neck, she could taste the sweat.

Breathless he teased her, "You will be the death of me."

"At least it will be a good death," Hermione retorted laughingly and pushed him away.

She raced towards the bathroom for another much-needed shower.

Deep in thought, Harry massaged the bridge of his nose.

Ginny cupped his face and asked in concern, "Still no word from Mi?"

Harry shook his head sadly, he was an Auror, a highly skilled one at that and he couldn't find his best friend.

Hermione was proving to be more elusive than Voldemort's Horcruxes.

How could he be trusted to find Death Eaters, when he couldn't even find his best friend!

The Death Eaters were still roaming free and they were no closer to catching them than they had been a week ago.

It was deeply frustrating.

Ginny reassured him, "Harry, I'm sure, Hermione is completely fine."

Her voice cracked with emotion, "She's probably embarrassed and in need of some alone time without our lot bugging her."

Harry sighed, and nodded in agreement.

Hermione was a smart woman, the smartest in fact and she would hardly do anything idiotic.

He averted his gaze and informed his girlfriend, "I'm going over to meet Ron."

Ginny rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

Harry tried to desperately plead his case, "Come on! I'm more worried about him doing something stupid than Hermione actually."

Ginny's tone was stern, "Fine Harry, I'll see you later."

Ginny didn't offer to accompany Harry, she was in no mood to see her idiotic half-wit of a brother or have anything to do with him at the moment.

Harry disapparated to Ron's flat and knocked on the door.

He waited impatiently for Ron to appear, except he didn't.

Harry stared at Lavender as she sheepishly opened the door wearing a loose robe and nothing underneath.

He stepped back in disgust.

Lavender smiled sweetly, "Morning Harry, would you like to come in?"

She looked towards the bedroom, "Ron's still asleep."

Harry thanked Merlin, he left Ginny at home, she would've skinned Lavender and then killed her brother.

He stepped inside and asked sternly, "Yes, I'll come in, can you wake up Ron please?"

Minutes later Ron appeared, rubbing his eyes and looking like a truck had hit him.

Ron glanced at Lavender nervously and rubbed the back of his neck, "Harry, I wasn't expecting you this early."

Harry hissed through clenched teeth, "Clearly, I came by to check on you but I can see that it was a complete waste of time."

He shook his head and turned to leave but Ron grabbed his arm, "Mate, it's not what it looks like."

Harry pulled himself out of Ron's grasp and fired, "Hermione deserves much better than you."

Ron stared after Harry, he had gone and done it now.

He had been wallowing in self-pity and despair, desperate for some companionship and in a moment of weakness he contacted Lavender and asked her to come over.

She was the only person who would stomach the sight of him at present.

DAY 2 – HIDING OUT AT DRACO'S FLAT.

After their abrupt start to the day, Hermione expressed concern over her lack of clothes.

Wearing another bloody Slytherin garment was clearly not an option.

Promising to be back soon, she got ready to apparate to her flat but Draco stopped her and insisted on coming along.

Shrugging her shoulders, Hermione grabbed his hand firmly and disapparated.

He walked around her small one-bedroom apartment with an amused expression until she had packed her essentials.

She returned from her bedroom to find him staring at her Muggle framed photographs with a faint smile on his face.

Back at his flat...

They cuddled on the couch to watch a movie.

Hermione picked the Muggle movie and Draco hoped to Merlin, it wasn't some sodding romantic comedy bullshit.

To his surprise, he was enjoying the movie, even though he couldn't understand why a grown man would want to dress up like a giant fucking bat.

Still, he took a profound liking to the character and watched in interest, even stopping to marvel at Muggles and their astounding creativity.

Hermione gushed repeatedly over the Muggle actor that played the part.

He reached over to grab some popcorn when the doorbell rang.

Strange, Draco thought to himself.

Hermione peered into his face obviously taken back herself.

Draco got up reluctantly.

"It's probably Bernard," he called over his shoulder as he jogged towards the door.

The old man was the only person who knew Hermione was with him.

He recalled Bernard's, raised eyebrows and knowing smirk.

Hermione covered herself with the small blanket she had with her, it didn't cover all of her and her toes stuck out awkwardly from under.

She wore one of Draco's shirts because it was pointless to be fully dressed when he would undress her time and time again.

A satisfied smile curved her lips.

Hermione tried to crane her neck to see who was at the door, she took a handful of caramel popcorn and stuffed it into her mouth.

Draco threw the door open and froze, oh fuck!

Blaise grinned and yelled, "You're alive then, don't you know how to pick up your fucking phone, Drake?"

Theo joined in from behind Blaise and tried to take Draco's temperature, "Yeah mate, where the heck have you been? Are you sick?"

Draco sidestepped Theo easily, "Touch me and I'll kick your arse."

Theo narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "You're acting weird, what the fuck are you hiding?"

Blaise studied Draco's face, "You know Theo, I think you're fucking spot on mate"

He tried to enter but Draco blocked his path, "I'm busy mate, why don't you fuckers come back in a day or two?"

Both men exchanged a knowing look and smirked, "You've been holed up with some broad, haven't you?"

Theo questioned Draco a twinkle in his eye but his tone was accusatory.

Before Draco could react, Blaise grabbed him across the waist and Theo burst past him into the flat.

Hermione jumped up from the couch, knocking over the bowl of popcorn scattering its contents everywhere.

She pointed her wand directly at Theo and Blaise threateningly as they stood staring at her stunned.

Fuck!

Lowering her wand immediately, she momentarily stared at the Slytherin pair.

Hermione didn't realize that the shirt she wore barely covered her.

Draco hurriedly and swiftly came up from behind his friends and stood in front of her.

He shielded her from their sight and hissed, "Cover yourself, for fuck sake."

Hermione squealed, quickly grabbed the cover, tied it around her waist and ran out of the room.

Draco grinned at his friends, who seemed rooted to the spot in utter disbelief.

Blaise found his voice first, "Granger, was that fucking Granger?"

Theo stared at where Hermione stood with his mouth hanging open like an idiot.

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and waited for them to start.

Theo snapped out of his trance, "Are you shagging Granger?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and replied in a deadly tone, "I'm not "shagging" Hermione."

He fixed Theo with a look that said, don't fuck with me.

Theo chuckled, put his hands up in defence and mused, "Fine, making loooove."

Draco lunged and tackled Theo, he fell backwards onto the couch.

Blaise walked into the kitchen and helped himself to a Firewhisky, "When the fuck did this happen?"

He tossed a bottle at Theo, "We knew you liked her but this..."

Theo squealed like a girl, holding his face in alarm, "Oh Merlin, is that why she ran out on the wedding? For you?"

Draco grabbed Theo again and put him in a headlock, the lanky blonde struggled in vain his gangly legs kicking out but before Draco could answer Hermione spoke up.

She replied rather amused by the way it sounded, "Actually, Ron was shagging his ex-girlfriend in his room an hour before our wedding,"

Theo struggled out of Draco's grasp and exclaimed angrily, "What a fucking prick!"

He looked at Draco and nodded, "I'm glad Draco's shagging you, good for you."

Theo gave Hermione a thumbs up and drank from his bottle.

Draco threw a cushion at his face.

Fucking moron.

Hermione changed into denim shorts and a black t-shirt, she went to stand by Draco.

He didn't think twice, he laced his fingers through hers and brought it up to his lips.

She smiled at the gesture and gently pressed her lips to his.

Exchanging another look, the two men burst out laughing.

Theo declared in a loud voice, doing an elaborate whipping action and sound effect to go with it, "Malfoy, you are so fucking whipped."

Draco threw him a warning look and Theo shut up momentarily.

"Are you buggers staying for long?" Draco asked annoyed.

He wanted to finish watching the bloody movie, it was just getting good when these fucktards descended upon them.

Theo and Blaise settled themselves more comfortably.

Theo faked a yawn and replied lazily, "Yeah mate, we don't have much to do."

Hermione laughed and turned to clean the spilt popcorn; she was enjoying their company.

Draco ordered pizza and they sat around awkwardly waiting for it to arrive.

Theo sighed in exasperation and cried, "Ok fuck this, I can't remain this sodding quiet."

Blaise chuckled, "This should be good, a hundred galleons say Draco will hex you tonight."

Theo grinned mischievously, "You're on, mate."

Blaise grinned and Draco took his wand out inconspicuously.

Theo leaned closely towards Hermione and Draco tensed slightly.

Theo grinned, "Granger, do you like my boy?"

Blaise snorted.

Hermione smirked, "I do," she turned to Draco and added sweetly, "Sometimes."

Theo glanced at Blaise and laughed, "Well, at least she likes him better than we do, I don't like the fucking prat at all."

Draco threw another cushion and hexed him effortlessly.

Theo fell off the couch, holding his nose and Blaise roared with laughter.

Blaise leaned back, "It's not like you guys can hide out here forever."

He took a long swing and asked seriously, "So when are you planning on resurfacing?"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably and Draco answered, "Soon, very soon."

The smell of pizza tickled their senses as it filled every corner of the apartment.

Hermione got some plates and napkins from the kitchen and Draco watched her movements intently.

She played host to his friends and despite all the grief, they had put her through in school, they all seemed to be getting on famously.

It was nice to watch Blaise engage in conversation with Granger and Theo clown around, while she laughed till her sides hurt.

Draco was sure Potter and Weasley would feel differently though.

Boys will be boys.

Theo reached out and took a large slice out of the pizza box, "That's that then, come on let's eat, I'm starving."

Draco rolled his eyes, "You're always fucking hungry."

Theo shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his face, "You're just jealous."

"Of what? Your bottomless pit?" Draco laughed and Hermione giggled.

Blaise took a bite and turned towards Hermione, "How are you holding up? All this can't have been easy on you."

He seemed genuinely concerned about her wellbeing.

Hermione smiled weakly, "It was surreal when it happened and I've been here since, so, I guess I'll have to deal with it when I go back to work."

Blaise squeezed her hand, "You'll be alright, Granger, you're a fucking Gryffindor."

Hermione returned his smile and decided she was fond of the Slytherin duo.

Theo helped Hermione gather the empty boxes and they went towards the kitchen; he asked her about Luna.

Blaise rounded on Draco and asked seriously, "Is this real or are you fucking around with her?"

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and his face broke out in a smile.

He watched Hermione laugh at something Theo said.

He replied equally serious, "Oh it's real, it's very real."

Blaise smiled and smacked his friend on the back, "It's about fucking time."

He got to his feet and yelled at Theo, "Come on, you git, let's get going."

Theo jogged over and winked at Draco, "Oh right, we don't want to cut into your shagging time, mate."

He was out the door before Blaise and bellowed before disappearing, "TAKE CARE, GRANGER, USE PROTECTION AND TELL LUNA TO CALL ME."

Draco took a threatening step front and fired, "I'm going to fucking kill him."

Blaise patted his shoulder, "Jokes aside, we need to discuss business, mate."

Draco nodded curtly, "I'll be back in the office the day after tomorrow, 10 am, suit you fine?"

"Sounds good," Blaise confirmed.

He looked over at Hermione and smiled, "See you soon, Granger."

Hermione smiled brightly, "Definitely, Blaise."

Draco shut the door behind them and let out a deep sigh.

So much for keeping Hermione's whereabouts a secret, but he trusted his friends with his life.

When Hermione settled in front of the TV, Draco grumbled, "Are you going to finish watching?"

She nodded, he let out a low laugh and walked away, he had other things to do and the movie would have to wait.

He called out from the room, but she wasn't listening, her eyes were glued to the TV, "I'm going to work out for a bit and hit the shower."

She mumbled incoherently and gave her full attention to the movie.

The movie over, she yawned and switched off the TV in time to see Draco walking into his room.

His chest bare, wearing loose-fitting cotton jogging bottoms and sweat glistening off his abs and muscles.

She felt a stirring near her naval, it travelled down slowly and came to rest between her legs.

Heat!

Hermione watched Draco run his fingers through his hair as the shampoo travelled down his taut body.

Unsuccessfully, she tried to fight the urge that crept up from between her toes.

Needless to say, she was fighting a losing battle because the more she watched him, the more her arousal grabbed at her loins and tugged her towards him.

Her t-shirt and shorts lay in a bundled mess on the floor.

Trying to keep the element of surprise, Hermione crept into the bathroom quietly.

Draco sensed her movements, he smirked and resumed washing.

She opened the cubicle door and stood behind him, he had his head bent forwards to allow the water to wash down his neck and back.

Hermione's fingers trembled as she reached to touch him.

She placed her hands on his broad back, leaned in and let her breasts push up against his back.

Her arms went around him next, holding him across his well-defined chest protectively.

Draco stiffened, took her hand in his and lightly kissed each finger.

He glanced over his shoulder to get a better look at the woman behind him and asked throatily, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander to their trysts in the Heads bathroom.

Hermione responded by kissing his neck and slowly running her tongue across his skin.

he let out a slow groan and turned to face her.

Draco cupped her face and kissed her softly, it was an intimate kiss shared between lovers, it was almost chaste.

She ran her tongue along his bottom lip and pushed her small petite tongue inside his mouth.

Hermione felt him growing hard against her thigh.

She snaked her hand in between them, clasped her fingers around his hardening cock and started moving her fingers up and down, slowly feeling him grow against her palm.

Draco suckled on the delicate flesh of her neck and moved downwards to gorge on her supple breast, she pressed into him and his impressive erection pressed against her opening.

Jolts of electricity ran through Hermione as she felt Draco move his hand in between her thighs plunging his fingers into her welcoming wetness.

The water fell over them steadily, coming in between their kisses.

Draco turned her around and pushed her up against the black tiles of the cubicle.

Hermione felt smooth tile under her fingertips, he pressed into her back and kissed her neck.

Draco sucked on her flesh and entered her from behind.

Moaning out loud in surprise and pleasure, the position made his head rub against her clit repeatedly.

Dangerously close to their release, he started to move slowly at first giving her time to adjust to the new position and then he started to increase his moments steadily.

His hands came from behind and massaged her breasts, then dropped to firmly hold her around the stomach.

Hermione leaned back into him, feeling her climax rise within her body, it ripped through her and he pressed against her harder speeding up his movements.

He came to own his release, the roar of the rushing water deafened his loud groan.

They slid to the ground in exhaustion, the water washed over them and their breathing returned to normal.

Draco pulled Hermione up and held her against his body while they showered together.

He wrapped a large towel around her, and she turned away from him shyly and went to put on some clothes.

Draco pulled on a pair of silk boxers and settled down on the couch pulling his laptop towards him.

He was well versed in Muggle technology since he had to correspond with Muggles due to his investments and companies.

He heard Hermione speaking and raised his head.

Her tone happy and confident, "Thank you, Kingsley, but that won't be necessary."

A small laugh followed, "I assure you I'm more than fine."

Draco heard every word, he stared into his laptop and smiled.

She looked like a snow bunny as she came towards him and asked, "Dinner?"

He snorted, "Are you going to cook?'

Smacking him on the head, she piled her wild hair on top of her head and walked into the kitchen.

Draco watched her go and thought, was this what it was like to live with her?

If it was, he wanted it, fuck he wanted it bad.