POV: Hermione.

The 7 Bistro was per usual packed with witches and wizards working in London looking for a bite to eat close to the ministry. And also hidden from the muggle world.

Draco quickly snagged a table for two as the current occupants were leaving.

He pulled out my chair and I sat down thanking him Nonchalantly because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he thought I was intrigued by his politeness.

I looked at the menu that was floating on our table. I figured out what I wanted and I could feel Draco staring at me. Again. I looked back at him, about to ask him what he was staring at, but he beat me to the punch.

"You haven't changed a bit Granger." Draco spoke with a provocative look in his aqua blue eyes. But of course returned to his familiar satire. "You've just aged is all. And became even more voluptuous." He winked at me tapping his hand on the table and I wanted to grab a knife and stab his hand.

"You haven't changed at all either, Malfoy. You're still the arrogant little prick you've always been." And sweetly grinned.

He leaned back in his chair laughing at me. But it was a different laugh. A happy inviting contagious laugh I never knew he had in him.

The waitress came and brought us a couple of waters and took our order.

"I'll have the BLT and can I add Avocado to mine? With the fruit bowl... And a passionfruit green tea." I placed my order smiling at the waitress. Then she gestured to Draco to place his order.

"I'll have the same as my friend here." Draco grinned at me and nodded in my direction for the waitress to place the same two orders. The waitress left giving us a look that said what's going on with them?

Draco leaned forward placing both hands on the table to continue our inquisitive lunch date. Lunch. Lunch. This is not a date...

"So. Granger. How's married life with Weasley? Is it evvveerryything you could've dreamed it would be?" Draco sneered in his malice tone. And I jumped at the opportunity to correct him.

"It's wonderful Malfoy! It is EVERYTHING I could have imagined and more. I've never been happier thank you very much." I strongly insisted to make sure I sounded at my most jovial. Wait... I am happy? I'm happy with Ron! Aren't I?

"That's great." Draco chuckled as his eyes widened in a nonbeliever glare in the opposite direction and took a drink of his water.

"Well, since you are in such an interrogative mode and talkative mode." I paused. "Why don't you tell me about your love life Malfoy!" "Have you married Astoria yet?"

He shook his head no while swallowing his water as I watched his Adams Apple move on his throat enticing me... Stop it Hermione. He answered me directly for the first time in the past three hours.

"No. We were engaged. But I broke off our engagement in July." Draco informed me sadly, but with a glint in his sea worthy eyes.

I suddenly felt a little remorse for this man I've loathed for nine years and continued the topic at hand. "What happened between you two? What did YOU do?" I put the emphasis on him.

Draco narrowed his marine blue eyes at me giving me a warning snakelike smirk.

"I wasn't in love with Astoria. I didn't want to lead her on any longer, trying to force something that wasn't there. We were not meant to be." He concluded looking deeply into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts.

"Well that was the least you could do. You can't make yourself love someone. I think what you did for her was very noble." I gave him the first compliment I had ever given him.

He licked his lips staring at me longingly and I tried to get a grip on the situation but I just kept digging myself further and further.

"Everyone deserves love. Even you Malfoy." I teased him and I finally realized that he was excited about our bantering. I could tell by the looks he gave me wanting our heated debates to be ever lasting.

"You know Granger." Draco paused and I felt my palms sweating in fear for what was about to come out of his mouth. "I've always had this lasting passion for this girl I knew at Hogwarts. But, evidently she hated me. And I returned the favor as hating her as much as she hated me. The reasons behind our detestation were out of our control at the time being, for we were just adolescents." His words and his gaze were telling me that the girl was... me.

"I've wanted this girl. This woman for almost ten years..." Draco flirtatiously hinting and thank Merlin our waitress came and I interrupted him shouting, "Oh! Our food is here!" I was panicked practically taking the plates out of our waitresses hands even before she sat them down.

Draco laughed at me and we enjoyed small talk with me changing the subject off ourselves. I told him about Harry and Ginny. He seemed happy for them. Or was just pretending...

I hated myself for enjoying our lunch date. Lunch... with Draco. The rest of the time he was charming, charismatic, and alluring. Plus he wasn't stuffing food into his mouth like he'd never eaten before like Ronald. Draco ate like a gentleman.

Our check came floating over for us to pay. As I grabbed my purse Draco informed me, "Lunch is on me, Granger." And attached his credit card to the bill.

"Thank you Draco. You didn't have to pay for me." I felt my cheeks turning pink. Because I was so angry with myself for feeling like I was flirting with him and the blushing kept getting worse.

"It was my pleasure. I thoroughly enjoyed your company." Draco seductively hinted while smiling at me. Merlin his teeth even sparkled.

Draco walked me back to my office and we stood outside my door saying goodbye to one another.

"I enjoyed catching up with you Granger. And I look forward to working with you planning the Quidditch World Cup." Draco wavered for a moment fixating on my eyes. He moved closer to me and kissed my left cheek leaning into my ear and whispered... "It was you. It's always been you..." Draco expressed his anguish softly pulling back, placing his hands in his trouser pockets walking away with a reply, "I'll see you soon." And disappeared to the lifts.

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of day. All I could think about was that damn Draco Malfoy.

Me? Draco Malfoy has been in love with me? He's been disgusted by my mudblood existence since we were 11.

I was recollecting all of our memories together in one, looking at my scar on my forearm that his lovely aunt gave me.

Finally it was 5:00 o'clock and I headed for home.

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Ron and Hermione's Flat in London:

Ron and I rented our adorable flat that was close to the ministry and not too far away from the joke shop.

We had made our home a comfort that represented everything we loved. Books, music, and Ron's new obsession. The Muggle Television. We had one in almost every room.

I came in and Ron greeted me with our usual welcome home kisses pulling me into his body.

"Hmmm, I missed you 'Mione." He lingered in my ear traveling his lips to my neck. It was the first time I felt indifferent to his touch. I was annoyed. Maybe I was just hungry?

"Mum made dinner for us. She brought it over about ten minutes before you got home." Ron told me as I felt my annoyances growing into anger. This was because I overheard Mrs. Weasley telling Ginny a few weekends ago, that I wasn't a very good cook. And she didn't want her precious baby boy to starve because of his new wife's horrible cooking senses... ugh. But I put on a fake smile and told Ron, "oh how sweet of her! I'll send her an owl to thank her later."

We sat down discussing our days. The joke shop was busy as ever. Then Ron started to discuss the Quidditch World Cup and asked how that was going. My palms started to sweat again in nerves.

"How's the planning going? Did you meet the new head of games and sports division?" Ron asked as I became nauseous watching him stuff another pile of mashed potatoes into his gob.

"Oh yes. But I didn't catch his name. Some new wizard I hadn't heard of. I think he played Quidditch before for someone, but I don't remember the name. Are we going to Harry and Ginny's this weekend?" I hurriedly changed the subject.

I was not about to tell Ron who the new Head of Magical Games and Sports was, yet alone tell him I'd had lunch with him. Ron would go insane. And I planned on keeping Draco a secret for as long as I could.

After dinner I showered and nestled in our bed to read my latest book, when Ronald came out wanting his nightly toss in the sack.

He came out of the shower holding his towel open swinging his manhood back and forth hitting against the top of his thighs. For some reason Ronald thought this was intriguing and desirable to me. I laugh out of pity and not wanting to embarrass him.

He climbed on top of me, taking my book away, getting underneath the covers. Ron grunted entering my feminine flare and moaning my name thrusting a total of five minutes this time. He seemed to be getting better...

Ron pecked my lips and rolled over snoring in a blissful sleep believing he'd satisfied me. Ron had in fact never reached my pleasure points of desperation of needing that every woman wanted. I figured in time he would eventually get there... won't  he?  I fell asleep falling hard into a lust filled dream world.

I walked into my office at the ministry. It was dark except for a soft spot light hitting directly on my desk, as I saw Draco sitting in my chair.

He had his wingtip shoes on top of my desk overlapped at the ankle. With his hands behind his neck.

"Come over here baby..." Draco seductively drawled  calling for me and I followed his instructions.

I suddenly realized I was naked as I was making my way over to Draco.

He put his feet on the floor as I straddled his lap.

Draco ravaged my body feeling every inch of me with his seductive hands and pulling me into his sensual lips.

His kisses were so feverishly erotic. Making my mouth so wide in pushing his delicious wet tongue around mine in a motion of salaciously menacing tension, that drool was coming down my chin. Draco licked my chin as the drool dribbled down and lifted me up slamming me on top of my desk.

"Huh," I cried in a pleasure filled hurt wanting more.

I then noticed Draco was now naked.

He placed his hands behind my rump moving me forward, while kissing my neck and pushed his long thick brute into my carnal fume making me gasp in ecstasy.

Draco moved in a perfect rhythm of course hitting every arousing ardent zone in my body.

I instantly felt an alarm going off in my fume releasing a flood of throbbing delicious burning of venereal lewdness escaping my body.

I screamed as he pushed further realizing what he was doing and rubbed his tipping brute harder on my endogenous sector of heated honey dome.

I never knew this pleasure was possible. I'd been having sex with Ron for three months and I hadn't ever felt this.

I was fading away while still gripping Draco's back. He was moaning my name...

"Hermione... Hermione..."

"HUH!" I sat up wide awake from the most intense and realistic dream I've ever had in my life. My heart was racing. I was covered in sweat dripping off my body.

I could feel my fume still numb from this exhausted passion I just fulfilled with Draco. I then felt how wet the sheets were, not just from the sweat but from my own secret lust oozing out of me.

I looked over at Ron to see if he noticed anything. And luckily he was still snoring away in an ignorant deep sleep.

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