Project 137.43.M.D.

XLV. | CULPA LATA

XLV.
CULPA LATA
(gross negligence)

Granger was one tremendous enigma.

Draco had assumed she had a crush on him because at least that was what she had told him, right? And she was obviously still jealous of Vivian. But instead of snapping at him when he had snubbed her with his words in the little side street of Diagon Alley, her reaction had been almost indifferent. So wasn't she in love with him after all? Had she perhaps realized that she was only physically interested in him? Or was his Memory Restoration the reason she didn't want more of him anymore? Except for shagging, of course. And Merlin, yes, they had shagged.

Still, it rankled Draco that their conversation outside the club had ended so abruptly, even if that had been his own fault, of course. His tongue had once again outpaced his brain, and the generous amounts of Butterbeer he had drunk earlier to block out her presence had also played their part. It had been a defensive reflex. He had noticed the conversation going in a direction he didn't like, so he had tried to stop it. And then he had gotten exactly this reaction from her, which now gave him no peace and also made sure that he was still lying in her bed.

He listened to the sounds of running water coming out of the bathroom. Granger had gotten up and hopped in the shower a few minutes ago. The morning sun was shining in her bedroom and his head was pounding slightly thanks to the previous evening, which didn't help much in analyzing her odd behavior.

At least he had slept very well and that was probably because of her, Draco had realized that much by now. It was extremely upsetting and confusing. Basically, he should still be angry with her, but the exact opposite had been the case ever since he had opened his eyes this morning.

At some point, Draco swung his legs off the bed, slipped into his boxers and went shirtless to Granger's kitchen to make some coffee. Muggle-style, of course. Yay. He rolled his eyes. He had to be careful not to choke on his own sarcasm one day.

After pouring himself a cup, he stepped onto Granger's roof terrace and whistled through his teeth appreciatively. The view over the roofs of London was really breathtaking. It was a nice apartment in a good neighborhood, modest, neither too big nor too small, and tastefully furnished. Granger fit into it like a hand in a glove, Draco thought. He closed his eyes while the morning sun warmed his face, sipped his coffee and recapitulated the night.

They had decided to go to Granger's because her apartment was much closer to Diagon Alley than Draco's. He had been secretly happy about that, since he had been impatient to shag her, even though a few hours earlier he had been annoyed that she had even entered the club. So Granger had gotten her jacket and Draco had waited for her outside the door. He hadn't wanted to walk past Potter and Weasley again and endure their shocked expressions.

In fact, once they had been in Granger's apartment, they had picked up exactly where they had stopped in Diagon Alley: pressed against a wall, snogging. But Granger had been acting strange. She had been demanding, not quite as cuddly as he was used to from her. Instead, she had almost pushed him into her bed, although until then, it had always been Draco's job to choose where they shagged. It wasn't that he hadn't like it, but it had been different. He could hardly comprehend her mood swings anymore.

After getting him where she had wanted him to be, Draco had breathlessly watched Granger undressing rigorously. Garment after garment had been flung across the bedroom without a hint of shame. A few minutes later she had climbed on top of him and he had struggled to understand what was happening to him.

He paused in his thoughts of the night with Granger to quickly search his memory once more. But he was actually sure. He had gotten all his memories back and there was none where he had had sex and the woman had been on top. Or rather the girl. Because most of these memories were more than ten years old and he owed them mainly to Pansy.