Can't Believe it's You [COMPLETED]

Sex

The other three knew when not to question Hermione, and grudgingly left the common room.

With a flick of her wand the door was locked and the silencing charm we had forgotten had been placed up.

"I know it's you Malfoy." Hermione sighed, rubbing her thumb and forefinger along the bridge of her nose.

Of course he was smirking when he removed the cloak. The stupid blonde... Handsome piece of shit.

He was still shirtless. God damn. His body was tight, and he obviously waxed his chest. The muscles in his body moving made me blush, remembering how he's the one who caused the pain in my abdomen. Best. Sex. Ever.

And it wasn't just one time.

How was he so confident? Hermione hates Malfoy... He was a bigot growing up... Crap what if he still is?

Just thinking about what we did makes me go red in the face, let alone everyone hearing us, let alone everyone hating him and then me if they found out.

"You know Ron isn't going to be very happy about this?" Hermione questioned, gesturing her head towards Malfoy.

"Wait.. You, you're okay with it?" I asked. Shocked at the very idea.

Malfoy sauntered over, draping his arm across my shoulder making me go even redder.

"Of course she is. She knows it's your life." He was some how confident, sassy and threatening all at once, and it sent shivers down my spine, and to... Other areas. He wasn't putting any weight onto me, which I was thankful for because I was still sore. Fuck how have I not noticed how he actually cares about people before?

"Harry. Malfoy my disgust me, but he isn't an awful choice of partner. Well I would hope not, he seems to have changed since the war."

"That I have frizzy!" Malfoy chuckled. "I've realised that scar on your wrist is but a stupid word that holds no meaning."

Subconsciously Hermione covered her wrist with her robe, the word Bellatrix carved into her arm a constant reminder of her fight.

It suddenly got very awkward and silent. Well, Malfoy didn't seem awkward, as when I looked up at him I noticed he was staring at me, analysing me as if I was going to disappear.

"I... I'm kind of... Um is it alright if I lie down for a while?" Hermione's eyes widened. Shit, I gave it away.

"Oh Harry I'm... Just... Malfoy if you hurt him I'll kill you."

"Too late girly." His breath was on my ear. "I've already hurt him." He went to my neck. "But I don't think he'd complain."

Hermione just rolled her eyes and went around us to pass Malfoy the invisibility cloak.

"Just let Harry rest and come with me."

"Maybe I want to stay with him."

"Maybe you don't want the others to know you're the one tearing up their best friends ass"

I felt like a Beetroot. Fuuck why are they so causal about this but I'm not. I'm happy Malfoy wants to stay, because at least he doesn't want to one night stand me.

"Malfoy... Go." He looked shattered.

"You... You don't want them to know it's me?.. Are you ashamed of me" it was the first time I really saw Malfoy vulnerable and scared, as if he was putting his heart in my hands, well he basically was.

"It's not that... It's just. Malfoy, my relationships aren't jokes. I'm a celebrity, whether I want to be or not. No matter who it is I'm with..." I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. "The rest of the wizarding world is going to yell at me and tell me I'm stupid and my partner doesn't deserve me... I could be with some one who is a registered night and saint and there would still be people pushing my relationship with them a part. I'm not good at pressure. I'm not... I don't think I can be in an open relationship for the rest of my life... And I don't know who I can tell without the tabloids hearing." I felt the sons climbing out of my throat.

A hand was placed on my shoulder, long, delicate fingers strong against my wracking frame. His finger was under my chin and making me face him almost instantly.

The look in his eyes terrified me. It was a look of anger, of strength, a look so full of spite I was too scared to let out another tear.

"Harry James Potter. You don't have to tell people. It's not an obligation. But you could at least use my name instead of my father's." Before I really processed his words, I felt his mouth, hard against my own, as if he was telling me the conversation was over.

"I'm going to go now so you can talk to your Gryffindorks. Don't miss me too much." He winked with a smirk before elegantly fastening my cloak against his body. A faint smile found its way to my face.

"See ya Draco" I whispered.

I could feel his smirk as Hermione led him out the door.

I couldn't help but grin against my pillow, throwing myself against my bed. I felt like a twelve year old girl who just got called pretty by her crush.

(A/N: What? You didn't think this was going to be a smut chapter did you? 😁)