Ron's face went from normal to red in 0.9 seconds. "What the hell are you doing in my loft?" He bellowed harshly.

Draco raised a brow at him. "You have eyes Weasley, use them." He said as he walked up to them.

Ron's face turned a shade redder when Draco stood next to Hermione and wrapped an arm around her waist. As if guarding her, while looking up at him, rather irritated. Like as if he had interrupted them. But what made him die a little inside was when he saw that the ferret's touch had actually comforted Hermione.

"I want my apartment back." He said before he could stop himself. "I bought it with my advance from the Cannons." He wanted to stop himself but he was just too angry. "I want my apartment back by next week." It was too late when he saw the shocked look on his Hermione's face and the hard stoney one on Malfoy's.

"That's fine. Heck move in on Friday. Hermione and I are going on a trip together anyway. We'll move all her stuff to my place, and then we can get an early start on looking at a place together when we get back." Draco said bluffing, almost painfully slow, making sure Weasley heard every word loud and clear. Then he pushed him out the door and slammed the door in his face.

He turned back just in time to catch Hermione before she fell.

"I hate him, I hate him. I hate him!" She cried as she lightly pounded her fists onto his bare chest. He was silent as he held her, just letting her be.

A minute later, Hermione finally calmed down. "I'm so sorry about that Draco." She said trying to regain her composure.

"It's fine, just a little bruised. But a kiss would make it all better." Draco looked down at her giving her the same look Teddy had given her numerous times before.

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Were you serious about your offer to let me stay at your loft for temporarily? I'll pay rent of cour-"

He interrupted her by giving her a peck on the lips. "I just want to get out of this-" He kissed her again then pulled away.

"Apartment, I don't want to see that bastard."

"Granger! I'm trying to kiss you here and you're still trying to finish your sentence!"

"Guess that just means you're not a good enough kisser to distract me." Hermione joked as she stood up.

"What? You did not just say that."

"I did." Hermione stuck her tongue at him.

"Granger…" Draco warned as he got up himself.

"What?"

Draco pulled her into him and kissed her hard on the lips. He even lifted her so that they were the same height.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him with all the emotion she still had from the encounter with Ron.

When the two of them were out of breath, Draco pulled away first. "Take back your words."

Hermione still had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. "No…way." She said breathlessly.

"Hermione Granger." Draco growled.

She gave him a smile as she shifted her legs to be in a more comfortable. That was when something dawned on her.

"Draco."

"Hmmm?"

"Are you only wearing a towel?"

He nodded.

Hermione practically jumped off him.

Draco couldn't help but laugh at her face. She was as red as a strawberry. 

!

After Draco put on his clothes, he went to the living room to find Hermione running around with a large cardboard box. She was currently putting pictures in the box.

Hermione was placing the picture of her and her dad when all the sudden she was taken by surprise when a ton of pictures flew into the box. The only pictures left on the mantle were ones of her and Ron. Which meant only three pictures were left on the mantle.

"Hermione, you do know we can use magic don't you?"

"Of course." Hermione looked back at him. "I just like doing things the muggle way."

Draco looked at her like she was nuts. "Well," Draco sighed. "Let me help too."

They had all of Hermione's stuff packed in a few hours. Crookshanks was even in his cage, though he was glaring at Draco who had put him in there. Magically, Draco hadn't dared touch the over fury creature who seemed to have an even worse temperment than its owner, when it came to him.

Hermione looked all around. The apartment was nearly empty now. She really did love the apartment but it brought too many memories of Ron. Although many seemed good, she couldn't help but wonder how many of those "good days" had been a lie.

But the apartment was so much a part of her. She had furnished it with the help of her Mum and Ginny. She had put so much work into it. She'd hosted parties and remembered all the times the family had come over to celebrate a birthday or two. Now it looked as empty as before. She almost wanted to cry.

"Ivy." Draco said.

There was a popbefore Draco's house elf appeared in front of them.

"Master, Miss Hermione." The house elf bowed, so far that her skirt almost went over her head.

That was one thing that had surprised Hermione when she met Draco's house elf. Ivy wore a dress, a rather nice dress that had a full blue skirt, as one that you could see a three year old wearing.

"Is the guestroom ready?"

"Yes master."

"Can you put the boxes there and Crookshanks too?"

"Of course. And master, Mr. Blaise and Ms. Luna is there waiting for you for lunch." Then she disappeared with a pop.

"Oh god, I forgot all about that!" Hermione cried.

!

Draco watched Hermione as she interacted with Blaise and Luna. He was glad to see that she seemed to be back to her normal self. The encounter with Weasel out of sight, out of mind. But he couldn't let it go. He was seething in the inside. Ron Weasley was the lowest scum of the earth.

Hermione and Luna left them to go look at the guestroom. As soon as they did, Blaise sat in the chair next to Draco that was originally occupied by Hermione.

"You're distracted today. What's wrong?" Blaise asked getting straight to the point.

"Weasel kicked Hermione out of her apartment."

"What! That bastard."

!

"Luna."

"Yes Hermione."

"If you were me, what'd you do to get back at Ron?"

Luna looked up at Hermione with a curious look. "Why?"

"I just need to know."

Luna shrugged then put her finger to her lip, contemplating. "Well since its Ron we're talking about. The way to get back at him the most would be to embarrass him in front of the other Cannons. Make sure that we make him see exactly what he was missing and make him regret ever letting go. Especially to a guy like Draco." Luna smiled devilishly.

When the two of them got into the guestroom or Hermione's room temporarily, they went immediately to her closet. It was stacked full of the new clothes that she'd gotten recently. Many that Draco had bought, some that she'd bought herself. Luna skipped by Hermione's purchases and went straight to Draco's section. Hermione didn't know to be offended or not.

"We need something that will blow Ron to smithereens. I'm sorry but Draco's choices have a higher chance than yours. He has no conservativeness when it comes to clothes like you do." Luna explained as she looked through the clothes.

"This is perfect!" Luna cried as she picked up the outfit.

"Luna that might look like a rather short dress but its basically LINGERIE." Hermione stressed the last word.

It was a vibrant magenta pleated baby doll that complemented Hermione's hair. The material though was quite desperately sheer, one could see the outline of the body very well. The cups were made of pure lace and covered just enough to be decent. The dress hugged every curve, stopping just an inch below mid thigh. It was pretty much any man's dream outfit, which was most likely why Draco had bought it.  His side of the closet tended to have clothes that Hermione would never wear, in fact she was sure that some of them were there just to rile her up. 

"I know that's why it's perfect!" Luna smiled a little too innocently at Hermione. "And these, are a must." Luna held up a pair black  heels.

The heelswere made of pure black leather. The heel was four point three inches tall. The studded leather strap wrapped around the ankle.

"Luna Lovegood!" Hermione cried, her mouth agape.

!

Draco was drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper when something surprised the heck out of him and jumped on his lap. He swallowed a little too much of the boiling coffee.

"Oww." Draco said, realizing he burned his tongue a little. He looked down on his lap. "Crookshanks." Draco warned. The cat looked up at him indifferently.

He almost swallowed too much again when Hermione came down with her luggage bag. 

"What in the world?" Draco asked looking up at her in half shock, half lust. He couldn't help it. That outfit really was amazing. "Are you really going to wear that out in public?" He said staring at her feet. He'd never really been a shoe man but those heels...

"I'm wearing this over it." Hermione said as she gestured to the grey peacoat on her arm.

"Why?" Draco asked finally looking back up at her face with much effort.

"Because I would like to keep some of my dignity!"

"I don't mean the sweater Granger. I meant the whole outfit." Draco said.

"Oh." Hermione let out. "Luna and I planned this as our revenge against Ron."

"What?"

"She said that I needed to make sure he saw exactly what he was missing." Hermione explained.

"So you're going to wear that outfit?"

"Yep. I'm going to his practice to give him the new keys that I had made after changing the locks."

Draco blinked. Bloody hell when did Lovegood get so conniving? She really wanted to crush Weasley didn't she? No man could look at Granger in that and not want to snog her. That thought made him frown. But… the Cannons didn't really have the charmers that the other teams did… "That's pretty brilliant considering its Weasley."

"Blaise said the same thing." Hermione nodded. "Oh Draco, could you do me a favor."

Draco raised a brow. "It depends… what is it?"

"Can you give me a hickey right here?" Hermione pointed to the juncture between her shoulder and torso.

Draco blinked twice. His mouth went dry. Dear Merlin this woman was going to be the death of him. But he'd die a happy man indeed.