There's no easy answer to that, if she's meant to be honest. How long has she been attracted to Malfoy?
It was around the time she graduated from Hogwarts, following an eighth year there feeling alone for the first time in her Hogwarts years, with both Ron and Harry having taken the traineeship into the Aurors instead of returning with her for N.E.W.T.s. With all the baggage between them, they'd been mostly just quietly cordial that year, her and Malfoy. A nod of acknowledgement when he'd swept up an O in Advanced Potions, a tiny smirk when she'd taken the only O McGonagall had handed out in Transfiguration right under his nose.
There had been one moment, in the middle of all that, when she'd looked up from her book in the library and saw him cast in soft candle light and had realised that when Harry wasn't around to bring out the git in him, Malfoy was tolerable and...pretty?
But the real mess had started when they began working together, towards the end of her relationship with Ron. Draco Malfoy and all his well cut suits, his good manners, his intellect. Draco Malfoy and the insidious way he had of sneaking into her fantasies.
The answer is: a while.
She'll lie and say: "I don't know, months?" Because she'd only really started thinking of fucking him a few months back, when she'd come to the conclusion that they'd both be very good at it. "You know you're handsome, Draco," she points out, and breaks the awkward pause by surging up and kissing him again. "Don't fish." For compliments. Do purebloods even get that saying?
She kisses him again, dissolving any illusions that she wouldn't want him again after one go. His lips are so perfect, and kissing feels so damm nice.
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It was around the time she graduated from Hogwarts, following an eighth year there feeling alone for the first time in her Hogwarts years, with both Ron and Harry having taken the traineeship into the Aurors instead of returning with her for N.E.W.T.s. With all the baggage between them, they'd been mostly just quietly cordial that year, her and Malfoy. A nod of acknowledgement when he'd swept up an O in Advanced Potions, a tiny smirk when she'd taken the only O McGonagall had handed out in Transfiguration right under his nose.
There had been one moment, in the middle of all that, when she'd looked up from her book in the library and saw him cast in soft candle light and had realised that when Harry wasn't around to bring out the git in him, Malfoy was tolerable and...pretty?
But the real mess had started when they began working together, towards the end of her relationship with Ron. Draco Malfoy and all his well cut suits, his good manners, his intellect. Draco Malfoy and the insidious way he had of sneaking into her fantasies.
The answer is: a while.
She'll lie and say: "I don't know, months?" Because she'd only really started thinking of fucking him a few months back, when she'd come to the conclusion that they'd both be very good at it. "You know you're handsome, Draco," she points out, and breaks the awkward pause by surging up and kissing him again. "Don't fish." For compliments. Do purebloods even get that saying?
She kisses him again, dissolving any illusions that she wouldn't want him again after one go. His lips are so perfect, and kissing feels so damm nice.