A/n: Many apologies for the mix up earlier! This is the actual chapter, it took a bit longer than I had expected because I noticed some editing I missed before I submitted. While there is some lemony goodness in this chapter it might not be as much as some readers want. This story isn't a good old fashioned "no plot lemon". As enjoyable as they are, I want to accomplish something else with this story. While I do plan on having some more "grab the wine" scenes, I can't say lemons are central to the story I know this might lose me some readers, but so be it. I wanted to write a Dramione that was mostly lighthearted fun and I hope that's what people will experience when they read this story. As always please R&R, love hearing your views.

"Bugger!"

Hermione muttered to herself as she quietly crept around Draco's room, searching for her things. This wasn't what she meant when she told herself that "if something happens, it happens". She expected some kissing, heavy petting even, not… well not to be trying to sneak out of Draco Malfoy's bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. She'd never needed to try and sneak out of anyone's room at this time before. She'd never needed to sneak out of any room before. Hermione wondered what on earth had come over her as she silently cursed a stubbed toe.

She squinted around in the dim light, trying to locate her bra. Hermione winced when she saw that it was hanging from the picture above the bed. It turned out that Draco did not have a life size nude of himself in his bedroom. There was, however, a rather rude picture of him that Blaise had drawn in response to the rumor. Hermione pulled on her knickers, which she found in the corner of the room near the chair which had taken a dislike to her toes. Her jumper followed next (her jeans were yet to be found).

Merlin, this is ridiculous!

She climbed onto the bed, trying to be as gentle as possible, and reached up for her bra. She managed to unhook it with a flicking action that resulted in the garment being flung across the room.

"Shit!" she whispered harshly, trying to slide off the bed. Her progress was halted as an arm snaked around her waist. With a small squeak she suddenly found herself beneath Draco. She flushed slightly as she felt the warm skin of his legs against hers. He looked down at her, a look of utter amusement on his face.

"Trying to leave without saying goodbye? How rude, Granger!"

"I wanted to go prepare for Teddy -didn't want to wake you."

Draco looked over to the small wizarding clock on his bedside table.

"At four in the morning?"

"Erm… I have to tidy."

Draco gave an amused chuckle.

"Or you're trying to sneak out, not wanting to stay over because that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do. I hardly think that is what you want." He dipped his head down and began to trail kisses along her jawline, speaking between each one. "So why… not enjoy this… for what it… is?"

"What is this?" Hermione managed through heavy breaths, "Is this a once off or…"

She was unable to finish her question as a pleasured sigh escaped her lips. Draco paused for a moment, lifting his head to watch her face.

"That's up to you, Granger." A smirk crept over his face as he spoke, "Now, this is just an idea but I do believe you enjoyed yourself enough to consider another round of escapades outside of last night and this morning."

"You believe that, do you?" Hermione's eyebrows rose in amusement at his assumption. He was correct - she had rather enjoyed herself.

"I do, indeed, but should you need more convincing, I'm sure I can arrange something."

Hermione couldn't help chuckle at Malfoy's wiggling eyebrows. It was an unexpected gesture, cheeky, playful, relaxed. It was certainly a side of Draco that Hermione was not used to. At school it had been difficult to see him as anything but the boy he was and after the trials she hadn't thought much of the man he had turned into; not past anything she saw in the papers and magazines that is and Hermione knew full well to take those stories with a pinch of salt.

"I don't believe I have done sufficient research. I'll have to do more in order to make an informed decision on the matter."

"Now who am I to stop 'The Brightest Witch of Our Age' from researching such an important topic?"

Hermione sighed as goosebumps spread over her skin, Draco had lifted her jumper and was peppering kisses along her stomach. She'd been there most of the night, what were one or two more hours now that she had no need to sneak out.

"Where should we begin?" Draco asked, smiling. "Here?"

He ran his finger down Hermione's stomach downwards, causing her breath to hitch when it reached its destination. Hermione bit her lip as he began to lower his body ever so slightly.

"Perhaps a different research methodology?"

Draco brought his lips down and Hermione gasped as she felt their warmth against her. Given that she'd nearly pulled the hair from his head last night, Hermione grabbed at the sheets. For the briefest of moments she feared that she might rip them. A sudden change in the way Draco was moving his tongue saw that she quickly overcame her concern for his bedding. She dug her fingers deeper, every part of her on fire, as he ran his free hand up and down her torso, causing goosebumps to flourish in the wake of his fingers.

The leisurely way in which Draco went about things only added to Hermione's desire, it felt as if he was indulging in her. He seemed to be relishing in her reactions, the sudden gasps, the uncontained whimpers of pleasure, they all seemed to make him determined to take his time and elicit more of the same. Hermione let out a pained whimper as he lifted his lips from her, moving them up her body as he replaced them with his fingers. She arched into his kisses as he worked her to the brink. Before she could stop herself, Hermione had grabbed his hair as he peppered kisses around her sensitive chest. A flick of his thumb made Hermione cry out, as it took her to the very edge of orgasm.

"Merlin, Draco!"

Draco repeated the movement. Hermione cried out his name once more as she felt apart at the motion.

Panting hard, Hermione let go of Draco's hair and brought them up to cover her face as she tried to control her breathing. She felt him shift on the bed and bit her lip as his weight pressed down on her. He continued to gently tease her with his fingers as she looked up into his grey eyes, a look of desire running through them, before noticing the smug smirk that formed on his lips.

"What are you smirking at?"

Hermione tried to sound stern Draco's eyes narrowed slightly before the smug look on his face grew. He didn't answer, instead bringing his lips to hers.

Hermione turned towards the sound of a knock at her front door. Teddy, who was making himself a fort with some of Hermione's books and other assorted household items, looked up excitedly. Draco was running late and hadn't bothered to send her an explanation as to why. This annoyed Hermione more than she cared to admit. While they had not settled the matter of what was going to be happening between them in the future - they had otherwise occupied - she felt that a small explanation would have nice, all things considered.

"It's about time! You could have sent a damn owl Ma-" Hermione opened the door on a confused looking Ginny. "Oh, hello, Ginny!"

"Expecting someone else?" Ginny raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Ah, no… I-"

"Is it Uncle Malfoy, Aunt Hermione?"

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed before letting Teddy know it was not Draco but rather Ginny.

"Oh, so we're having Uncle Malfoy over, are we?"

There was a sense of utter amusement in Ginny's tone. Hermione scowled at her and showed her in.

"Aunt Ginny!"

Teddy ran up to the witch, nearly tripping over his own feet, and gave her an enthusiastic and overly complicated handshake before scampering back to his fort. Ginny watched him return, an amused frown on her face.

"Been spending time with Ron and George, I see." Ginny commented before turning her attentions back to her friend, a mischievous glint in her eye."So, my dearest and best of friends, why, oh why, is Uncle Malfoy coming round? For some fun activities, perhaps? It's just so strange because I thought that nothing was happening between you?"

Ginny tapped her finger against her chin in contemplation, making sounds of deliberation as she did so. Hermione knew it was best that she told Ginny the truth about why Draco was visiting. She wasn't quite ready to say what had happened the previous evening and early this morning, but evidently Ginny had already correctly deduced what had happened.

"Well, if you must know, Malfoy offered to take Teddy round on his broom. He organized it for today, down at the grove. Teddy's quite excited about it, aren't you?"

"I brought my fast broom, Aunt Ginny!" Teddy sprung up and practically skipped to a spot behind the couch, nearly sending his fort into disarray, at the mention of brooms. He disappeared for a moment before he popped up and ran, broom in hand, to the witch. "I thought I could race Uncle Malfoy. I might win. I won that race against Uncle Harry, remember Aunt Ginny? Hmmm, but that was against his old Firebolt and there's new models now."

Teddy frowned slightly. Hermione bit her lip, trying not to smile at the boy's obvious concern about how the year model of Draco's broom would affect his chance of winning. His concern disappear as he appeared to have what could only be an exciting idea.

"Maybe you could bring one of your brooms, Aunt Ginny. We could all race!"

Ginny grinned at the young wizard, bringing herself down to eye level with him. Hermione, frowned not liking where this was going.

"Well, young sir," Ginny tapped Teddy on the nose, making him giggle, "you are in luck. There's no practice today and my date with Uncle Harry is only much later. I think I will pop and get my broom but first I need to have a word with your Aunt Hermione. Why don't you finish up with that fort of yours? Just remember to be careful with the books."

"You think it wise to race Malfoy, Gin?"

Ginny waited for Teddy to busy himself with his book fort once more before turning to her friend.

"What harm could come of it? Besides, I think it's high time he's reminded of just how many times Gryffindor beat Slytherin at school."

"As long as you don't get too competitive; Teddy will be watching after all and don't think I'm above telling Andromeda you're to blame for his next broom related injury."

"I won't hurt your boyfriend, if that's what you're saying. He'll be right as rain for later tonight."

"Oh, stop, Ginny!" Hermione gave her a playful shove. "You shouldn't just assume such things!"

Ginny looked over her shoulder at Teddy, checking he was occupied before she lowered her voice.

"Hermione, you're talking to me here, your best friend. I'm not Harry or Ron. I won't go as far as saying I'm his number one fan, but you're an intelligent, grown woman capable of making your own decisions about who you play naked gobstones with."

Hermione's nose scrunched up at the implications of Ginny's metaphor, the red haired witch laughing heartily.

"Ginny! Naked gobstones! Really, now!"

"Oh, stop being such a prude! So, before I go, does he have really have a Vipertooth tattooed across his back?"

"Where in Merlin's name did you hear such nonsense?"

"Spella Weekly."

"Why are you reading that rubbish?"

"It was in Ron's pile of loo magazines." She shrugged.

"Why on earth would he have that in his flat?"

"A new girlfriend, perhaps? He's been awfully chipper lately and George says it's got nothing to do with the store."

"Maybe he's been nominated for 'Best Dressed Wizard'?" Hermione offered, causing them both to chuckle. While not a poor dresser, Ron certainly went for comfort above all else.

"Or more likely mum's been sneaking magazines in, trying to get him to read more. You set the bar high by way of mum's expectations for the rest of us; she keeps dropping hints that we all need to read more. Well, everyone except Per-cee."

"I did no such thing. I read the same amount as I did when I met your mother, any clandestine operations concerning magazines are all Molly and only Molly.

Ginny smiled, shaking her head in amusement.

"Anyway I came round here to borrow a dress for tonight, but that can wait. I'm going to pick up some gear and a broom. When Malfoy gets here tell him to be ready to lose to Gryffindor again." Ginny turned to Teddy and gave him a small wink. "Cheers Ted, see you in a minute."

Teddy's enthusiastic whoop at being able to race drowned out Hermione's sound of protest as Ginny disappeared.

This is it, Hermione thought to herself, this is how everyone will find out about Malfoy. One, or both, of them will end up dead and then questions will be asked. Merlin, they'll probably interview Milly.

Hermione sighed, resigning herself to the fact that Ginny and Malfoy would most likely kill each other before the afternoon ended.

"Morning, Malfoy."

Draco arrived shortly after Ginny had left, apologising for his late arrival but offering no explanation. Teddy had interrupted any attempts at discussing the matter when he ran up to Draco, excitement blazing in his eyes. Hermione greeted Malfoy as he stood, trying to follow the handshake Teddy was giving him. He frowned when Teddy tried to wiggle his fingers at Draco but managed to cut the action short by handing Teddy the broom he had with him. Hermione was certain that Teddy's eyes were going to pop out of his head at the sight of it. In fact, she thought that he might pop entirely from excitement.

"Back to Malfoy, I see." Draco muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, a good morning, I hope."

Hermione gave his knowing smirk a small sigh of exasperation. She gently took the broom from Teddy, leaning it against the coffee table before gesturing for Draco to come in. He closed the door behind him and Hermione couldn't help herself, sneaking a glimpse of his arse. Teddy stood, eyes glued to the broom, seemingly uninterested in anything the adults around him were doing. Hermione caught him briefly giving his small broom a disappointed look. She moved towards the kitchen as Draco followed, leaning against the counter with a casual ease.

"Listen, Ginny came over unexpectedly and Teddy invited her to race with you and him. She's agreed and has gone to fetch some things. She said to tell you 'be ready to lose to Gryffindor again' or something to that effect." She busied herself, getting out some mugs for drinks. "Would you like some coffee or tea, Malfoy."

When Draco didn't answer she turned to look at him. He was looking off to the side, towards his broom, gaze unfocused.

"Malfoy?"

He snapped out of his daze, a look Hermione found suspicious coming over his features.

"I'll be right back. Teddy, not a finger on that broom till I get back."

Teddy gave him a nod of agreement and Draco disappeared from Hermione's lounge area. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and poured Teddy some orange juice on his request before settling in her favourite chair.

"Well Teddy, it's going to be an eventful morning, wouldn't you say?"

Teddy only murmured his agreement, his eyes still fixed on Draco's broom. He kept his hands close to his chest as though he did not trust himself to not touch it.