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XXIII. | TURPIS CAUSA

XXIII.
TURPIS CAUSA
(immoral consideration)

He hadn't heard from Granger since their conversation last Saturday and as a result Draco was becoming increasingly restless. With no appointments scheduled for the week (mainly because he didn't have to go to St. Mungo's anymore) he began to worry that she wouldn't show up before the next one. And for some reason that thought vexed him.

It was only Monday night, but unfortunately Draco had been thinking about Granger twenty-four-seven ever since she had left his apartment. And since he didn't know where she lived, the only way to contact her was to owl her again. However, it would have made him feel more than stupid, which is why he quickly discarded the idea. Instead, he had tried to distract himself by practicing whatever spell he could think of. He had succeeded in all of them, which had satisfied him at least in the short term. But at some point his imagination had been exhausted and so he had dedicated himself to sports again to pass the time.

Now he was freshly showered and was standing in front of his living room window, dressed only in denims and with slightly damp hair, peering sullenly into the twilight. He was still mulling over the meaning of Granger's words, whispered in his ear at Saturday's farewell. Also, just the thought of her brief but firm hug gave him massive goosebumps from time to time. He sighed in frustration.

Just as he was toying with the idea of pulling himself together and making his way to one of the countless pubs in Diagon Alley, an unexpected sound made him spin around. His eyes darted to his wand, which he had left on the small commode in the hallway, but it was already too late. The front door, which someone must have opened with a vigorous spell, slammed against the wall and Draco braced himself for whatever was to come.

When he finally was able to identify the visitor who had broken into his apartment so rudely, he grinned with relief.

"Merlin, Granger, you made me jump," he admitted, placing a hand on his chest at heart level to reinforce his words. But then he noticed her facial expression and raised an eyebrow in alarm.

Granger was out of breath, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled so much that Draco couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong. Slightly stunned, he had to watch as she gave the door a hard kick, so it slammed shut with another loud bang.

Her whole demeanor confused him and he almost, just almost, backed away from her, for now Granger was walking towards him with determined strides. She glanced at his bare chest and inhaled sharply. Then she energetically threw her wand at the sofa. Draco's eyes followed it in disbelief.

He was only just wondering if she was about to attack him Muggle-style when she already lunged at him. Literally. In fact, Granger even took a run-up and pushed herself off the floor. Then she clung to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist, causing Draco to sway dangerously.

"Granger, what the hell is-"

But she didn't let him finish his question. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips almost violently to his. Draco's brain, which had been feverishly searching for an explanation up to this point, said goodbye in the same second.

He gasped and immediately put his hands on her back, lest she decide to loosen her grip. Then he kissed her back just as passionately, although he hardly knew what was happening to him. Granger just held on to him tighter, if that was even possible. Her lips parted slightly and she sighed softly.

Draco grew hard instantly.

Well, fuck.

She could probably feel it, but she didn't seem to care. On the contrary. Granger buried one hand in his hair, the other still firmly between his shoulder blades, and then he felt her tongue against his while she gently rubbed her pelvis against him.