Raising Noah

Chapter 6

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He had many things to attend to, but did that stop him from thinking about her?

Not for a bloody second.

She danced around his thoughts constantly and in his confusion, he called his assistant, Hermione in front of his staff.

Red-faced and flustered, Draco coughed loudly to hide his untimely mistake and soldiered on as if nothing happened.

His assistant, Claire shot him a look of disgust.

Hermione was right, Claire was a right fucking bitch at times.

Draco glanced out of the large windows in his immaculately decorated office and sighed.

The redheaded ex-fiance would probably be grovelling at her feet, begging her to give him another chance.

It was an unpleasant thought and his annoyance further peaked at the thought of her in bed with the mediocre wizard.

None of his business, she had told him without mincing words.

Like fucking hell it wasn't!

He nursed a scotch, stared into the black starry sky and rubbed the back of his neck.

The second he closed his eyes, the shapely goddess floated by clad in nothing but high heels and a green scarf.

Fuck, she looked hot.

His fantasy was all too vivid, blood began to travel South and before he knew it, he was rock hard and wishing for her cunt.

Draco opened his eyes and let out a frustrated growl.

A bloody randy teenager had nothing on him, he was well on his way to becoming Grangers personal slut.

Hermione fussed around the small flat and erased every memory of Draco from its surfaces.

His fantastic smell was permanently lodged within the receptors of her nose and she smelt him at all times.

The bites on her skin and large purplish hickey were more difficult to cover up.

With the help of Muggle makeup and magic, she managed to lessen the damaged areas but to be safe, Hermione pulled a white turtle neck over her head.

She poured herself a grape juice, which was a new craving, settled on the sofa and pulled the erotic Muggle novel towards her.

Ron had called a few minutes earlier and announced cheerfully that he would be by shortly and that he was bringing Japanese take out.

The very thought of sushi and sashimi made her stomach turn and the urge to vomit shock her body with vengeance, but not wanting to seem ungrateful, Hermione smiled and pushed the feeling far away.