OK so I was close… not a two shot, instead a three shot. This chapter is about half the size of the other ones but its all that is left. Hope you enjoy it

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Chrys

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It was the following day. Draco was feeling much better but had decided to stay at home at least one more day. They talked for a while, about books, about cases, about anything. She had put a new movie on called 27 Dresses, knowing it was a chick flick, but figuring it would be funny enough to hold Draco's attention.

Funnily enough, Draco was getting pissed at the movie. Every scene had him wanting to jump through the screen and smack them all on the back of their heads. When they got to the scene where Kevin hands her a blackberry, he flipped, stopped the movie and turned the television off.

"Hey, I was watching that…" Hermione said, rolling over and facing him, she had changed this morning and was in some tiny red shorts and a white tank top, her hair, up in a messy bun.

"This movie is stupid." He said rather childlike.

She raised her eyebrow at him, silently telling him to go on.

"Why can't she see what's right in front of her face. What does it matter that her sister lied to him? If he can fall for that shit then he's the stupid one. And honestly, Kevin is much better suited for her. This isn't the fifties. She isn't supposed to be with the guy that is "perfect" because he is really never perfect… it doesn't matter if it seems like fate itself is putting the two of them together, because it's never Mr. Perfect. That person belongs to someone else. Mr. Perfect is supposed to be the guy you fight with, the one that makes your blood boil. You argue, you fight, and then you have hot make up sex. It's not supposed to be perfect." Draco was practically yelling at the situation, not at Hermione, but at the movie and the situation.

"But what if she was meant to be with Mr. Perfect?"

"If she was meant to be with Mr. Perfect, he wouldn't fall for her sister… or her friend." There he said it, he got it off of his chest… because really, wasn't their situation just like the movie? "She needs to open her eyes and see the guy that is standing right in front of her, and realize that he is her Mr. Perfect. They are supposed to fight, just as long as they always make up in the end."

Hermione was suddenly extremely uncomfortable about the conversation. Could he be talking about them? She never thought that Draco would reciprocate her feelings, she wasn't sure he did… but with that "friend" line… could he have been talking about Ron and Luna? She got out of bed and stood up, silently moving towards the door. "Maybe, she notices him. Maybe she's waiting for him to notice her."

Haven given Slinky the day off, Draco had to lower the wards around his kitchen. It was the first place Hermione had run to, needed to do something with her hands. Had she actually just said that to his face? She wasn't sure what would be worse, him realizing it was them that she was talking about… or him not realizing at all. She wanted him badly… even Harry had noticed, and had told her to go for it. But she was scared. It was the one thing her Gryffindor bravery hadn't helped her on. She didn't want to lose his friendship, she didn't want to lose her partner, she didn't want to lose Draco. She was much too scared to put all that on the line. Even if it meant living the rest of her life with her heart doing flips every time she saw him.

" 'Mione, is there something you need to get off your chest?" a voice from the door way said.

Hermione shivered at the use of a pet name only Ron had ever used… somehow it sounded a million times better coming from his lips. "Now why would you think that?" she asked, fixing herself a pb&j sandwich.

"You practically ran from my room, after making a very… interesting statement."

"I didn't run. I'm hungry and wanted some food is all." She kept her back to him, she didn't want him to see her face… it would ruin everything.

Draco came up behind her, his arms coming in-between her body and her busy hands. He pulled the knife from her hand and set it next to the two pieces of bread. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her slightly back from the counter, so that she couldn't reach any sharp utensils.

"Don't lie to me 'Mione."

Her head bowed. She knew she was caught… the question was should she push ahead, or hold back. She opened her mouth many times, hoping that if she just said one word, the rest would fall out of her mouth. Unfortunately her mouth didn't seem to want to comply with this plan.

Draco buried his face in her shoulder, and he began running his lips gently over her exposed skin. "You weren't talking about us, were you?"

"Why… um, why would you think that?" she practically stuttered, making Draco silently laugh.

"It was always supposed to be you and Ron… Mr. and Mrs. Perfect, except he fell for the blond, and you were left holding the train of her gown at the wedding… and here I stand, the one you argue with, the one you fight with, and yet the plot line of our life always brings us back together. The plot twist is both of us think we are waiting for the other one to notice them."

If it were possible, her heart would have grown wings and flew. She visibly relaxed against him, her arms covering his, her neck leaning to the side to give him more flesh to taste, but her mouth stayed silent… a rare occurrence.

"I've been in love with you for quite a while now Hermione. Even before my father died I think. I started falling when you punched Harry for calling me a killer. I had figured that you all felt like that towards me, but you didn't. You hit Harry, you screamed at Ron; you even glared at Ginny. When your fist went flying, there were only two things running through my mind. The first had been: Thank god I'm not on the other side of that fist again. And the second was: How could I not fall in love with the only person with the guts to stand up for me."

"Do you remember Noel?" she asked quietly.

"Of course I do. She still writes to me from time to time. She's getting ready to go to Hogwarts next year. From the looks of it she'll probably be in Ravenclaw."

"I fell in love with you when I saw you holding her. You could have left her Draco, done a soft stunning spell to pull her off of you and sent her to the Ministry, but you didn't. You held onto to her the whole time. That's when I fell in love with you." Hermione turned around in his arms, and wrapped her own around his neck.

He leaned down to kiss her then but she stopped him, placing one finger on his lips. "Why did you scream at me the other day?"

Draco closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. "I wanted a response… and I didn't want you to see me as… less than immortal. If that even makes sense." He looked like he was trying to find the right words, "I always want to be your Hero, and there you were, taking care of me… when I said that you weren't my girlfriend, some part of me was hoping you would slap me and tell me you wanted to be."

"Oh Draco." She sighed before going up on her tiptoes and kissing him.

He pulled her closer and returned her kiss ten-fold, his hands buried in her hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her senseless, just the way he had always wanted to.

"Draco…" she breathed against his lips, panting.

"Yes, my love?"

"Bed… Please."

Draco picked her up then, her legs wrapping around his waist, and his hands supporting her behind. He continued to kiss her as he walked back to his bedroom, and laid her down on the sheets they had just changed that morning.

She sat up, her eyes locked with his standing form, as she ripped her shirt off over her head, unclipped her bra and tossed them to the other side of the room.

Draco grinned and did the same to his own shirt, and would have pulled his pants off if Hermione's fingers hadn't already beat him to the punch. She had him naked in no time, an appreciative glint in her eye, when she caught sight of his beautiful naked form. Draco was… Paris, Achilles, and Apollo all rolled into one. She swore he didn't have an ounce of fat on his body, as every muscle stood out as if carved from marble by Michalangelo himself. He was still pale, and handsomely so, his milky white skin stretched over his pecs, and arms, and incredible 8-pack. She loved the thin line of blond hair that trailed from his belly button to the nest of curls that surrounded the base of his impressive hard-on. He was big… even Hermione in her limited sexual experience (three other guys to be exact), knew that Draco was larger than most men were. Just the sight of his very hard cock made her knickers soaked.

She smiled up at him, her eyes traveling down his body. She lifted a hand and stroked it ever so slowly down his chest and to his navel. She ran her hand over the hair there. Her fingers brushed lower until they were wrapped around his cock, stroking him from base to tip slowly, exploring his manhood. She licked her lips appreciatively and Draco snapped.

He lifted her hand from him and pinned her down on the bed, ripping away her shorts and her soaked panties. He grinned at her, and she returned it. She was beautiful, and if he was Paris, she would be his Helen, the most beautiful woman of all the land. Hermione took his breath away; her breasts were not huge, but more than handfuls, her nipples hard, and pointed. Her stomach was tight, but soft at the same time, and the brown dusting of curls at her apex had him panting for more. He could already see her liquids dripping out of her, making her core glisten, simply awaiting his hand, his mouth, or his cock.

He began with his fingers, gently brushing over her sex, leaving feather light touches, which had her begging. He complied by dropping to his knees and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. His talented tongue gently licking at her folds, as two fingers found their way inside of her.

"Fuck Draco… Please… fuck." Hermione was moaning, and Draco had never heard anything sweeter. With a final lick to her clit he stood back up, nudging her until she lay long way's on the bed and he was between her soft smooth legs.

"You have no idea what you do to me 'Mione. Just sitting at your desk and working on a case gives me a hard on." He leaned down and kissed her again, hard and passionately, making her moan into his mouth as his cock brushed against her wet pussy.

Hermione's hands gripped Draco's silky hair and brought him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist so that his cock was poised at her entrance.

"I made sure to put both of our desks in one office, just so I could stare at you all day." She responded, her hand running through his hair lovingly, stroking his head and the back of his neck.

He slipped into her slowly and sensually, wanting to prolong every feeling she elicited from him. "I blew off the front of your desk the first day of work, so that I could look at your legs when you wore a skirt."

Her giggle turned into a moan as she tightened her legs around him and he sunk into her the entire way, staying there, feeling the muscles clench and tighten around his cock. "I always make you do anything involving water, just so you'll take your shirt off." One of her hands fell from his hair and stroked down his chest, lightly running over his naked muscles.

Draco pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in a little quicker this time. Both of their faces had identical smiles on them that together could probably light up the world. "I'm not nearly as clumsy as I act… I just do it to make you laugh."

Hermione leaned up and kissed him again, slipping down completely on his cock and rocking her hips against his harder and faster. If she hadn't already been head over heels in love with him for years she would have fallen right then and there.

Draco's hands held her head to his, kissing her with abandon as he picked up speed, thrusting into her harder and faster, making her moan into his mouth. She felt like heaven underneath him, and he never wanted to leave her heat.

Hermione grinned against his lips and flipped them over so that she was on top of him. His back pressed against the mattress as she rocked her hips in dangerously slow circles.

Draco gasped, attempting to hold on to his orgasm and his sanity. "The Duncan estate… Could have flooed in, but I wanted to see you ride a horse."

She linked one of her hands with his, their fingers intertwining. "Do I ride well Draco?" she asked rolling her hips over him as if he were a large Stallion.

"Fuck yes…" he moaned out, his hand gripping hers. He thrust upwards attempting to catch her off guard, his finger finding her clit and stroking her in time with the rocking of her hips.

"The war remembrance ball last year…" she pushed down a little harder onto his cock and fingers and purred, so very close to climax. "I spiked your date's drink so that she would go home. I wanted to dance with you so much that night."

Draco's body arched off the bed burying himself deep inside her as waves of pleasure built up, "I hexed Thomson, that day at work so that he wouldn't be well enough to take you to the ball."

Her laugh turned into a scream as he thrust up hard causing her climax to overwhelm her, and send her flying. Draco wasn't far behind, his own orgasm being ripped from his body by her intense heat and strength.

She collapsed slightly to the side of him, her arm draped over his chest, her leg thrown over his waist, their other hands still holding on to the other as they attempted to breathe again.

When they caught their breath they looked at one another, with identical smiles spreading across their faces. Draco leaned down and kissed her, in a soft, kind, caressing manner.

"You are beautiful." He whispered against her lips.

A tapping at the window interrupted their embrace. Hermione climbed over Draco and opened it, letting the bird in and land on the perch Draco kept in the corner. Hermione detached the letter from the owl and pointed to a dish with food pellets and water, before turning back to her lover.

By now Draco was sitting up, completely comfortable in the fact that he was naked, and motioned her to come back to the bed, and sit down.

Hermione moved back to the bed as she opened the letter and took a seat in-between Draco's legs, leaning back against his chest.

Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy,

In light of your recent sickness I feel it is best if you two take at least a week of the vacation you have stored up (leaving you each with 4 weeks). The Carson case has been solved and the workload here is light. Please enjoy a vacation, I know you both need it after the long hours you have been putting in.

Enjoy your time off,

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Carson Carlyle III

There was silence as the two read over the note from their boss.

Hermione broke it first. "You know… we didn't get to see much of Hawaii last time we were there…"

Draco grinned into her shoulder, slowly kissing up to her ear, "No we didn't."

"Draco?" Hermione asked, tossing the letter into the bin and linking both of their hands together in front of her.

"Yes 'Mione?"

"I love you. Forever and always. You've always been my Mr. Perfect." She said plainly, completely relaxed and at ease in his arms.

"Forever and always to you too, my love."

The END

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- I just wanted to point out my own slight irony for those of you who care nothing for Greek mythology, this is ironic because in Greek Mythology, Hermione is the daughter of Helen, who of course is the reason behind the Trojan war. Just thought I'd point that out.

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