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A week later, Draco apparated into Hermione’s flat without prior warning, startling her so much she dropped her glass. Crystal shards scattered at her feet and she glared at the smirking blonde man in irritation, whipping out her wand and cleaning up the mess. Draco held out his hand. He had brought wine, and Hermione snatched it from him, stashing it in the fridge to chill. They did not speak and as Draco followed her into the lounge room, Hermione had the inclination to tell him to leave. There was something too strange about the situation. She had never had casual sex with anyone before, and now she found herself able to take her pick of three men, and, possibly, one woman. Hermione still did not know what she felt about Pansy and the experience they had shared. She had not seen Pansy since that first night, when all of this began, with Draco coming to her flat more often. In the last week, she had seen him three times – on Saturday, after Harry and Ginny had left, on Tuesday night and on Wednesday night. She was rather impressed he had been able to hold out for several days, as insatiable as he seemed to be, and guessed that he had been spending time with Pansy, or someone else.

Hermione crossed to the window, staring out blankly. She was tired, and had just sat through two hours of her friends, happily married, asking her questions about Ron and what she was going to do about him. Harry and Ginny wanted nothing more than to see them back together, but Hermione was not sure if that was what she wanted. A week ago, she had been certain, but now she was just plain confused. Draco touched her shoulder and she jumped. He muttered an apology and she turned, giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said simply, smothering a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

Draco chuckled. “I knew Potter was boring, but I didn’t think he was that boring.”

Hermione scowled, folding her arms over her chest. “If you’re going to stand there and smirk and say insulting things about my friends, then you can leave, Draco Malfoy,” she snapped. Draco held up his hands in mock fear, his eyes dancing.

“I don’t intend on just standing here insulting your friends for long, Granger,” he replied with a throaty laugh. “Shall I fetch the wine?”

Hermione sighed at the look in his eyes, not bothering to ask how he knew Harry and Ginny had been there, or how he knew they had just left. “Malfoy…I’m not sure this is a good idea at the moment. I’m tired, I’m confused and I’m really not in the mood.”

“I can fix that,” the blonde countered quickly, stepping closer to her. Hermione studied his face, her eyes tracing every inch of his pale skin, noting the glint of blue in the silver eyes, the shapely brows, the long, straight nose, the strong cut of his jaw and the way his hair fell over one side of his forehead, looking casually elegant as opposed to annoying. Draco smiled, his hand rising to brush against the skin on her cheek in the lightest of caresses.

“Can we just…I don’t know…talk, or something, Malfoy,” she sighed, reaching up to remove his hand from her cheek. He frowned.

“You want to talk to me?” he asked, his voice showing faint traces of disbelief. Hermione snickered at the confusion in his eyes.

“Why not? I would like to know who I am sleeping with.”

“You only went to school with me for seven years, Granger,” Draco replied, sounding bored. “What is there to possibly know?”

Hermione watched as he drifted away from her, sinking down onto the lounge with a sigh, his face suddenly appearing troubled. She followed, sitting beside him, her eyes widening in surprise as his hand dropped to her knee, his fingers sliding along her flesh. It did not seem like a sexual gesture and the intimacy unnerved her momentarily, until she felt like fleeing into her room and locking the door. This was wrong. Instead, she cleared her throat.

“Are you serious, Draco? What isn’t there to know? I don’t know anything about you. I didn’t know you then, and I don’t know you now,” Hermione said gently, lifting his hand away from her leg. He rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.

“Granger, I thought this was casual sex. You know. We shag. We have a bloody fantastic time doing it. We go our separate ways until the next time. We don’t ask questions. We don’t care.”

“Well, yes,” she agreed in a quiet voice. “But, at the same time…don’t you find this a bit odd? You and me? I mean, its weird, Draco. Really weird. The last I knew, you didn’t like me at all, and now…”

“Now?” he queried, sitting back in his seat, watching her through hooded eyes. Hermione sighed, feeling flushed and very annoyed. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest again, edging her body away from him. Draco said nothing, just watched her until she shifted in her seat, feeling uncomfortable.

“Now…well…I…I dunno, okay?” she exploded suddenly, jumping to her feet and stalking across the room. “I’m meant to be getting back with Ron,” she mumbled, but Draco heard, and his loud, energetic laughter cut Hermione like a knife. She spun around to face him, her fists clenched and anger flowing off her body. “Please, do tell me what is so wrong about that?”

“You don’ belong with him, Granger,” Draco smirked lazily, reaching into his pockets for a packet of smokes. He lit one, ignoring Hermione’s scowl. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Yes,” she snapped, but he only laughed again and blew a smoke ring at her. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since when do you know me?” he retorted, sucking back on the cigarette. They stared at one another, Hermione angry and Draco petulantly insolent, sitting and smoking. Eventually, Hermione sighed again, pulling her hand through her hair.

“Why are we doing this?”

“Because it’s fun, that’s why,” Draco replied softly. “Come on, Granger. You can’t tell me you haven’t been enjoying yourself, because I know you have. I bet Weasley has never made you moan the way I have.”

“You don’t know a thing about me and Ron,” Hermione seethed, pointing her index finger at him. His eyes smiled at her knowingly, and she scowled so deeply she practically bared her teeth at him. “I’ll have you know we had a great sex life.”

“Sure. So that’s why he wanted ‘space’,” Draco laughed gently, transfiguring a drink coaster into an ashtray and stubbing out his cigarette.

“How dare you…” Hermione began, but he silenced her with a look.

“You think I don’t recognise a relationship that has gone to the dogs? Why do you think Pansy and I do what we do? It’s what has kept us together for this long. It was actually her idea, not that I complained much, but in the end…whatever works, right?” he replied seriously, looking at her from beneath his fringe. Hermione drifted back to the lounge, never taking her eyes off him, sitting back down beside him.

“Do you love her?”

Draco shrugged. “I guess. Maybe. No, not like I used too.”

Hermione sat, quietly stunned. She was unsure whether he was telling her the truth, but a quick glance at his face told her was not lying. Draco actually looked miserable, sorrowful even, and she knew he was not happy. Gently, Hermione took his hand in hers, squeezing it, and he said nothing, just watched her. Before she could speak, Draco sighed.

“You’re wondering why I stay, right? Why she stays? To be honest, I don’t know. I guess we have fallen into a pattern.”

“And Blaise? Where does he fit in to this?” she asked hesitantly. Draco shrugged.

“I get the feeling Pansy wants him more than me, but I don’t know and I haven’t asked. I don’t think he wants to be with her, not like that. He likes fucking her, and I think that’s all there is to it,” Draco responded. He fell silent, and Hermione did not press him. She had no idea what to say next, or whether she should make any further comment, so she chose to remain silent. They sat together on the lounge, neither making a move towards the other, until Draco sighed, turning to her with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye that Hermione had seen often and had come to recognise as a sign he was frisky.

“Malfoy…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, laying a long, pale finger against her lips. The heat from his skin filled Hermione’s mouth and she smiled despite herself, leaning her face towards him for a kiss. Their lips met, the familiar sensation stirring in the pit of her stomach – Draco’s kisses made her insides quiver and Hermione moaned as his lips worked gently and teasingly over hers. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, drinking in his scent, his taste, and the feel of his body against hers. Desire overtook her and she pushed him back into the lounge, lifting her body up and over his, straddling him. Draco’s hands moved to her hips, and he pushed her back gently. Hermione looked at him curiously, one eyebrow cocked.

“Go slow,” was all he said, before he bent his head and kissed her neck, his lips on her skin making her shiver. His movements were slow and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world, and Hermione pushed her confusion away with great effort. He was treating her like … well she was not sure, but it was not what she was used to from him. He was tender and gentle, his hands moving over her body in long, languid strokes, his lips and tongue playing her neck like a finely tuned instrument. They had not removed a single item of clothing and Hermione was beginning to feel annoyed. Sighing, she pulled away, looking at him seriously.

“What?” Draco asked, his voice low and husky. She blinked at him and he stared back at her, unperturbed.

“Draco…ummm…as nice as this is, well…this is not…us,” Hermione murmured, spreading her fingers wide, trying to show her confusion and her meaning with her actions. His eyes flashed at her and Hermione almost shrank back from the fire in them.

“And what exactly is us, Granger?” he asked casually, continuing to stroke along her back and arms. Hermione frowned, suddenly annoyed with him.

“You tell me,” she snarled, watching him frown in response to her tone. “This was all your idea, Malfoy.”

“Really? I wasn’t the one spying on other people in their bedrooms. You started this whole affair with your little voyeuristic peeping act,” Draco snapped back at her, angry. Hermione pushed him away, climbing off his lap and stalking across the room.

“You shouldn’t of…” she began, but Draco climbed swiftly to his feet, folding his own arms and glaring back at her.

“What, Granger? Come over here because I wanted you? Come over here and help you get rid of some of that god-forsaken tension that you have carried around for years? It’s not as if you told me to leave, is it? You could have hexed me, slapped me, whatever, if you really wanted to get rid of me, but you didn’t, so don’t blame this on me!” Draco’s voice had risen and he was now almost at yelling pitch, his chest rising and falling. His arms had dropped to his side and his fists were clenched. Hermione was taken back by the extent of his anger. She took a deep breath, stamping her foot in frustration.
“This was never meant to happen,” she said firmly but quietly, her voice flat. “Ron and me…”

Draco snorted, coming across the room to stand before her. Hermione dropped her gaze, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that he stirred something inside of her like no one had done before. Gently, Draco curled his fingers under her chin, lifting her head so he could look at her face.

“If you truly wanted the Weasel, Hermione, why have you been doing this, with me?”

“It’s just sex,” she murmured, pulling her face away and turning her back. Draco sighed audibly.

“Yes, I suppose it is. Listen, I’m going. Feel free to come over later if you choose. Pansy’s not home – again – so it’s up to you. Do what you want, Granger.”

Hermione closed her eyes, her head a mess, the sound of Draco’s disapparition filling the air around her.

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Hermione sat at her desk in the office, a mountain of papers in front of her. She had done nothing all afternoon. She sighed, pulling at her hair in frustration. She had not seen Draco for three days, although she had wanted to, but her stubbornness kept her away from him. Now, though, as she sat and fiddled with her hair, she realised she missed him. The thought hit her like a ball in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

“How can I miss someone I don’t even like,” she muttered, reaching for the nearest stack of papers, determined to put Draco out of her mind for the rest of the day. The first page was a report from Blaise and Hermione read it quickly, scowling at his sloppy work. Annoyed, she marched from her office and down the hall, the report clutched between her fingers. Blaise’s office door was locked and taking out her wand, Hermione unlocked it without pause. She was tense and angry and wanted to yell at someone.

Pansy Parkinson, naked with her hair long and loose around her shoulders, was lying sprawled across Blaise’s desk, her legs spread wide. Her eyes were closed and one hand cupped her own breast, the fingers pinching the nipple, her ruby red mouth opening as she moaned softly. Blaise was between her legs, slowly and rhythmically sliding his cock into her body, burying his shaft completely inside her. Gulping, Hermione backed away, reaching behind her for the door, but it slipped from her fingers, slamming and relocking itself, shutting her in the room.

She looked up quickly, meeting Blaise’s eyes. The Italian smirked, laying his wand back on the table and taking hold of Pansy’s ankle, lifting the woman’s leg high in the air. He rested her foot on his shoulder, gripping her hips tightly as he increased his speed. Hermione stood fixed to the spot, her eyes involuntarily drawn to the act displayed on the desk before her and she licked her lips, not realising until that moment just how much she had missed Draco over the last few days. No one said anything, and Hermione noticed Pansy’s eyes were opened and the brunette was looking at her, a glimmer in her eye. Pansy lifted her hand, beckoning Hermione over and, engrossed and feeling incredibly horny, Hermione went. She let her eyes slid over Pansy’s body as she approached. Blaise had slowed down again and was watching Hermione intensely. She remembered her last encounter with Blaise and shivered, knowing just how much pleasure Pansy was experiencing.

Pansy’s eyes flickered an invitation and Hermione nodded, dropping the report she had brought with her on the floor. She hastily removed her robes, deciding to keep her clothes on but remove her knickers. There was something too weird about being totally naked in the office, although neither Blaise nor Pansy seemed too worried about it. Licking her lips, Hermione leant over and kissed Pansy before she could change her mind. The other woman’s mouth opened instantly and Hermione plunged her tongue in, swirling it around Pansy’s furiously. Her hand moved to Pansy’s chest and she began kneading Pansy’s breast gently, enjoying hearing the brunette moan into her mouth. Hermione broke their kiss, moving her lips over to capture Pansy’s nipple between her teeth. Pansy gasped and arched her back when Hermione bit down, pulling up and sucking on the hard nub of flesh. Hermione let her hand trail down Pansy’s stomach, dipping her finger into Pansy’s bellybutton, smiling when she moaned.

Hermione’s fingers played delicately in the curls at the apex of Pansy’s legs and when Hermione brushed her thumb over Pansy’s clit, the other woman came instantly, bucking and writhing on the table, her moans filling the room. Hermione looked up at Blaise, who smiled and slowly withdrew, his erection still rock-hard and huge. Hermione watched as he slid his own fingers along his cock, from shaft to tip, drawing slow strokes. His eyes fell closed as he continued to play with himself and Hermione lowered her gaze, her eyes falling on Pansy’s dripping wetness. While the other woman was still recovering, Hermione took a deep breath, wondering if she had gone completely insane, before bending her head and taking Pansy’s clit in her mouth.

The scent and the taste were unlike anything Hermione had ever experienced before and after a moment of adjustment, she found she actually quiet liked it. She re-positioned herself between Pansy’s legs, taking up the place Blaise had just vacated, and began slowly licking her way around Pansy’s core, her tongue flicking and lapping in long strokes that had the other woman moaning again. Hermione gently inserted one finger into Pansy, feeling the heat from her body spread directly between her own legs and suddenly, Hermione knew she was dripping wet. She jumped when she felt hands on her hips, slowly sliding her skirt up and she smiled, beginning to finger fuck Pansy, slowly and gently. It was not too difficult – Hermione had done it to herself enough times to know what she liked, and it turned out Pansy was no different. She switched to two fingers, just as she felt the tip of Blaise’s cock sliding against her entrance. She wiggled her hips a little, gliding herself along him, hearing him moan lustily.

As Blaise spread her legs further, Hermione tilted her ass higher in the air, dropping her lips back to Pansy’s clit at the same time. She bit down and Pansy gasped, and at the same time Blaise rammed his cock inside Hermione, filling her completely. She moaned, lifting her head, her fingers leaving Pansy’s body. Hermione’s hands gripped Pansy’s thighs as the other woman sat up. Pansy leant forward and slowly unbuttoned Hermione’s shirt, exposing her breasts. Pansy reached around Hermione’s body, unclipping her bra and Hermione let the woman lift her arms up, tugging the shirt and bra from her body and tossing them away on the floor. Pansy grinned, leaning down to catch a nipple in her soft, moist mouth. Hermione gasped as Blaise increased his rhythm. Whimpering, Hermione reached forward, pulling Pansy into her body, Pansy releasing her breast to kiss her. One of her hands dropped to Hermione’s clit and Hermione moaned loudly as Pansy slowly massaged her. Between the two of them, Blaise and Pansy brought Hermione to orgasm quickly, and she shuddered and whimpered against their bodies. Pansy gave her clit one last flick, kissed Hermione on the mouth, and crawled away.

Hermione watched through glassy eyes as Pansy pulled on her clothes. The brunette said nothing. She buttoned up her shirt, tidied herself with her wand, kissed Blaise on the lips and left, shutting the office door behind her. Blaise slowly withdrew and Hermione almost sagged to the floor. Her legs were like jelly and her head spinning, her breathing fast and ragged. She could still taste Pansy on her lips and she shivered, amazed at what she had done so easily. Blaise ran a hand through her hair, smiling, before he pulled his own clothes on, Hermione hastily following him.

“Was there something you wanted in particular, Granger, or was that it?” Blaise asked lazily, sitting behind his desk and looking for the entire world like he had not just shagged two women in his office. Hermione blushed, flicking her wand. The discarded report landed in front of Blaise and he frowned at her.

“Do it over,” Hermione stated. “It’s not good enough.”

Smiling, she turned and left the office, feeling relaxed and sated. When she got back to her own office, she stopped, her mouth dropping open. Ron was sitting in the spare chair, a frown on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione breathed, quickly smoothing down her hair and her clothes. Ron shook his head, and just handed her a note. Hermione took it with trembling fingers, her eyes scanning the page. She recognised it instantly. It was the parchment Draco had left on her bed the morning after their first night together. Hermione looked up, shocked, to find Ron had folded his arms over his chest.

“Where did you get this? Have you been snooping in my flat?” Hermione asked in a whisper. Her hands were still shaking. She had not wanted Ron to know about Draco – ever – knowing how much her ex still loathed the blonde. “Ron? Answer me! How did you get this?”

“I went over to drop you off something, alright,” Ron snapped. “I don’t know why I did it, but I went into your room and picked up your pillow…it’s lame and stupidly romantic, I know…but I found that underneath the pillow…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I assume you’re shagging him?”

Hermione nodded. She did not know whether to be incredibly enraged that Ron had been in her place uninvited, or to be sympathetic. He looked like he was going to be ill.

“God, Hermione,” Ron replied. “Malfoy? You don’t want to get back with me because of Malfoy?”

Hermione’s head snapped up. “Excuse me? Ron, you were the one who wanted space, and by space I know you meant ‘I still love you but we’ve been together for ages and I want to go and shag as many girls as I can but you’ll let me, won’t you Hermione, cause you’re an insecure little girl who just wants to be with me’,” Hermione was shouting by the end, and Ron had gone pale. Part of her was disgusted that she had said those things about herself, but she realised she was right. She had been intending to let Ron go off and do whatever he wished and then she would take him back and forget the whole thing. She took a deep breath, drawing her head up proudly.

“So yes, Ron, I am shagging Draco Malfoy, or should I say fucking, because what he and I do goes beyond a simple shag, and I am thoroughly enjoying it, and I will continue to do it until I change my mind. And right now I have come from Blaise Zabini’s office where I let him fuck me while I gave Pansy Parkinson an orgasm. Now, as you can see, I am working, so if you don’t mind, the door is that way.”

Ron opened and closed his mouth like a fish, a strange stuttering sound erupting from his lips. Hermione ignored him, sitting back down in her chair and pulling a stack of papers towards her, beginning to rifle through them. There was no rhyme or reason to what her finger were doing – she just could not look at Ron. Eventually, she heard him close his mouth with a loud snap, and she thought his teeth had actually snapped together so hard they must be broken. Hermione hid a smirk as he stalked to the door, wrenched it open and slammed it behind him.

Once he was gone, she allowed herself to feel guilty.