The Dating Game

The Dating Game

Chapter 12: Chocolate

Muggle psychiatrists and scientists would probably disagree, but chocolate did help when you had heart ache. Or, to be exact, when you had lost your virginity and dignity to the man you loved who had barely acknowledged your existence before. Well, he sure acknowledged it now!

She had spent the whole Saturday in bed, wearing her nightgown and drinking coffee and eating chocolate. She thought about Draco and reminded herself of last night. It had been amazing, until the pain and the embarrassment. She had not been emotionally equipped to handle the situation, especially as it had come without a warning.

Gods! Could he ever want her again after she had practically thrown him out?

Would he ever forgive her when he found out about the charade with Charlie?

No, she didn't think so.

There was no hope.

But thank the Gods for chocolate.

= = =

Charlie had to do some damage control. The mess was theirs and he would let them handle it, but first he had to make sure the puddle they were in would not turn into a sea. The only way to achieve that was to talk to Hermione. Draco had his own things to deal with and arrangements to make before he could see Hermione. Charlie had plenty of time before that.

When he had flooed her that he'd come over soon she had been leaning on her pillows, sitting on her bed, eating chocolate. Far be it from Charlie to frown on anybody's heeling methods, especially if they contained sweets, but he needed to get Hermione up and about before it was Draco's time to...uh, shine. And perform.

= = =

Hermione had managed to put on some casual clothes by the time Charlie came. It was already over five in the afternoon.

"Do you want some tea?"

"No, thank you. I already had some just before coming."

"You don't mind if I have some? I think I've had enough of chocolate for today..."

"No, go right ahead." Charlie smiled.


Charlie followed Hermione in to the small, cosy kitchen and sat himself down while Hermione started to prepare the tea.

"You sure I can't get you anything?" Hermione asked while running water to the pot.

"I guess I could have a cup of tea then, if you insist. But nothing else for me, thanks."

"Coming right up."

A little while later Hermione poured some tea into two cups, put them down next to a plateful of sandwiches and sat beside him.


"How did last night go? You look a little under the weather."

Hermione sighed. Trust Charlie to go straight to the point but with the understatement of the year.

"I am." she admitted.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Maybe you should, you would feel better."

"I doubt that, Charlie." Hermione retorted dryly.

"Come on, pet! Tell your worries to Uncle Charlie."

Hermione had a sip of tea, thinking.

"It's stupid, really. Draco...I...Draco kissed me. And don't think I've forgotten that film you gave me, I will neuter you when you least expect it! Anyway..."

"Go on." Charlie raised his eyebrow.

"Things heated up a bit...he gave me...uh, oral sex." Hermione blushed as red as a tomato in it's prime.

"And how was it?"

"It was good. Great even. But then he...he...oh Gods this is so embarrassing!" she moaned.

"You know you can tell me anything. I will always have your back and be your friend. And it's probably not as embarrassing as you think."

"He took my virginity with his fingers!" she suddenly burst out, almost angrily. Then she slapped a hand on her mouth, mortified.

The tea was already getting cold, forgotten.


"Did he realize what he'd done?"

"I don't think so. I had to tell him to go, I could not face him. He will never look at me the same way again,"

"Does that matter? He still cares about you. And obviously you are not the same."

"Caring is not the same as...what!?"

"Do you think you're the same today as you were yesterday?" Charlie asked softly.

"No, of course not." she muttered back.

"My poor girl. Everything is going to be alright. " And I definitely demand to be the best man when the time comes, Charlie thought. ‘I deserve it after all of this!'

= = =

Hermione had just showered and scrubbed herself squeaky clean with French vanilla soap when she heard a knock on the door. Charlie was early; he wasn't supposed to be back yet. She wrapped a white fluffy towel around herself and hurried to get the door.

"Charlie I'm not ready yet I only just came from the shower - -"

It wasn't Charlie on her front door, it was Draco. Once again, Hermione felt herself go very red.

"Hullo Hermione! Can I come in?" Draco sounded breathless, but Hermione was sure it was just her imagination. Why would he?

"Ummm I guess. But Charlie is coming soon and we're going out for dinner."

"No, he's not. Actually."

"What?"

= = =

She was breathtaking, water still glimmering on her flushed skin, faint aroma of vanilla floating around her, her wet hair hanging in loose curls on her shoulders and back. Innocently white towel only covered her from her chest to her mid thigh. Rest was all for show.

If Draco could've given in to his most primal urge, he would've ripped the fluffy towel off of her delectable body and pushed right into her tight cunt.

'Not now.' Draco scolded himself, ‘Definitely not now.' He had a lot of making up to do first. He had done enough pushing and thrusting to last a while.

"Charlie isn't coming."

"Why? What is going on?!"

Draco could see Hermione was very suspicious and he had to thread carefully.

"Hermione, dear. Come and sit down."

Without waiting for Hermione to follow him, he went to sit on her velvet sofa. She eyed him carefully, and sat opposite him in a comfortable looking armchair. She did not seem to notice her towel hiking up as she did that, but Draco did.

"I'm awfully sorry about last night, I was too quick. If you give me half a chance I promise I will make it all up to you."

"Huh?"

Draco had to suppress a smile. His woman would get mighty offended if he told her she seemed to lose all her pretty, complex words when it boiled down to this. Draco could feel his spirits and equipment rise a notch or two. At least he was affecting her.

"Hermione Jean Granger, you are my kind of woman. The light of my life, the only intelligent conversation I ever get and find myself missing when I am away. I hope you will not hex me for sounding this sappy because I mean every word, and more. I was a stupid git, a blind bastard if there ever was one, but I want there to be no more lies between us, no more games played."

"I-I..I have to tell you something..."

"If it's about Charlie, it can wait."

"But you really need to know this- -"

"I know everything I need to know. And now we will get to the part of making up."

"But this is really something you should - -"

"Later. You can tell me after."

"After?" Hermione's voice shivered while she stared into Draco's grey eyes. Somehow, they weren't sitting down anymore, but standing mere inches away from each other, as if hypnotized.

"After making love. And sometime after making love, I will teach you how to fuck. I love both, as much as I love you."

"You love me?"

"Hsh."

A/N: Only one more chapter plus the epilogue left. I want to thank everyone for their reviews so far, each one makes me smile and some have even made my day!! :D