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Hermione loved Draco's flat. Stepping out onto the wide balcony gave her the perfect view of Muggle London.
The London eye seemed minuscule in the distance.
They were so far up; she braved a look down and at once stepped back.
Leaning into the cool weather of the night, she felt the goosebumps rise under her thin white nightdress.
The wind lightly blew around her, causing the wild strands of hair to move around her face.
Gathering the strands between her fingers, Hermione pinned it on top of her head, the smooth skin of her neck glistened in the generous rays of moonlight.
She heard the footsteps, her eyes closed; she felt him lean against the protective railing of the balcony.
Draco watched his beloved enjoying the cool breeze and ran a long finger along her jawline and down her throat.
Smiling in content, Hermione opened her eyes to look at the handsome man to her side.
He offered her a warm butterbeer. She grabbed it eagerly and took a long swig of the foamy satisfying liquid.
Draco realized he was staring at Hermione. His eyes ran hungrily over her firm jawline, the little bob of her throat muscles as she swallowed, down to the valley between her rounded breasts and her long smooth legs.
"Ahem, Mr Malfoy, if you are done ogling," Hermione teased, her eyes sparkling playfully.
"Hmm...what?" Draco mumbled, trying to figure out whether she was wearing a thong or G-string.
"Astoria will definitely bid on you," Hermione said with a bitterness that was unlike her.
Draco snapped out of his little fantasy and snorted, "No darling, she's engaged."
Hermione stared ahead. She had seen the Prophet and frowned at the fact that Rita Skeeter was back at the scandalous newspaper.
The last line of the front-page article stuck with her.
Has she forgotten her past beau?
"Yes, I saw the article. He looks like a good man," she replied, hoping Astoria was genuinely happy.
Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled her close to his body and warmth, "I do want her to be happy Granger, she's one of my oldest friends."
Unable to stop herself, Hermione replied, "Astoria is settling for him because she can't have you."
Sighing exasperatedly, Draco answered sternly, "Hermione, I really don't wish to talk about Astoria."
"I'm more concerned about who will bid on you. Maybe I can convince Potter or Weasley to bid in my stead," he told her seriously, a dangerous glint to his eyes.
Obviously, he had given it some thought.
She was the Gryffindor Golden girl and war hero. Despite her naivety to the feelings of men around her, most would jump at the opportunity to spend even a few minutes in her company.
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