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four

Draco Malfoy

Hermione places her hand on my shoulder, showing me she wants me to stay, "I said I'm sorry," she repeats herself to me. I nod and turn around to face her.

"I heard you," I say and look into her beautiful caramel eyes. She gulps and reverts her gaze from mine, "why are you so nervous around me, I'm still the same guy you were best friends with."

She scoffs and shakes her head, "doesn't seem like that."

I press my lips into a thin line and step back away from Hermione, opening up the space between us. Her honey chocolate hair is brushed down in front of her face as she stares at her feet. Her oversized grey sweatshirt is covering her entire frame, the words "Calvin Klein" is sprawled across the front. A gust of wind comes through her open window, the smell of the early spring air mixes with the smell of roses and vanilla.

"I guess I should get going anyway, I have a party to host," I comment softly. Hermione looks up at me, a bit surprised.

"And girls to sleep with?" She lifts her tone, wanting to joke around but I know that she genuinely does mean it seriously and is a bit disappointed at the fact.

"I haven't slept with as many girls as people say," I admit, "they make me out to be a man whore."

"You do act like one Draco," Hermione says in a mumble, "you post nude pictures on Instagram and you party all the time, not to mention the whole of London thinks you've slept with the entire female class."

"The last one isn't my fault, I've only slept with like a sixth of them."

"Wow, so much better," Hermione rolls her eyes and grabs her water bottle from the bedside table.

"Hey, I'm just that good in bed," I smirk and grab Hermione's waist, pulling her down with me so we both fall on to her bed. She lands on top of me and I wink up at her, her cheeks instantly shine a redder color, obviously embarrassed, "wanna sneak peek?"

Hermione's jaw drops and her head rapidly shakes side to side, "I'm-I'm good," she stutters and tries to push herself up into a standing position. I grab her waist again and flip us both so I'm now on top of her.

"You sure love?"

Her eyes widen a bit and I laugh. I push myself up from the bed and stand up straight, fixing my top that has been slightly twisted. I run a hand through my hair and hold out my other hand for her.

"Now common, we've got a party to get to."

Hermione Granger

After minutes of bantering back and forth on whether I'm going to the party or not, Draco has gotten me dressed in a black pair of ripped jeans that Ginny gifted me and a red V-neck top that's tucked in with black heels. I put my hair up into a messy bun and applied some mascara before trudging my way to Draco's car and riding, not so quietly to the house Cissy gifted him for uni.

Draco's music was blaring the whole way there, he sung, if that's what you'd call it, to a few lines and basically just dicked around the whole car ride, almost running us into a sidewalk one time because he turned to me, accidentally turning the steering wheel as he did so and started to shout the lyrics towards me.

"Draco I really don't wanna go," I whine and refuse to get out of the car. He's leaning against the open car door in the driveway, I can see through the windows that a ton of people are inside and I can hear the music booming from inside.

"Hermione I could carry you into the house with your ass in the air for all my mates to see or you can willingly come in," Draco says in a light, joking tone.

"You wouldn't," I gasp, exaggerating it for effect.

"Oh, I would," Draco reaches down into the car and tugs me out of the car, Draco groans as I just sit there, not helping him lug me out of the car, into a standing position so he can throw me over his shoulder. If anything, I made it 5x harder for him by squirming, whining and pushing at him.

"Dracoooooo," I whine and push his shoulders lightly.

"The easy way or the hard way Hermione," Draco leans back against the door again, crossing his arms over his chest. I back up against the black five seater and refuse to answer, "fine."

Draco comes at me and scoops me up at my waist, hulling me on to his shoulder and starting to walk to the house. I shout profanities and his name in protest but as we get closer to the house the more and more my voice is drained out.