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Week Four

Hermione stood directly in front of her bedroom door staring at the handle as she had been for the last 10 minutes. Her heart was beating too fast and she could not seem to find a rhythm that suited her for breath. She had to go out there. She knew this. She could not stare at the handle of her door forever yet the idea was unfathomably tempting. To stay here, in her room and never be forced to confront the events of last night, never been forced to look at…Malfoy again.

She felt more than heard herself groan aloud, her eyes closing against the images and memories that flooded her mind every time she thought of him. Him. Draco bloody Malfoy. What had happened last night? Certainly she had been temporarily out of her mind. She had let him touch her, kiss her, hurt her…please her and all the while she had been giving what she got. Forcefully.

She sat down where she stood, crossing her legs beneath her and resting her head in her palms. They had not said anything after their encounter. They had simply pulled apart, covered their exposed skin and ran to the nearest room with a lockable door. She had thrown herself into the shower, clothes and all and tried to make sense of herself while the scalding water rushed over her. There she stayed until the water ran cold and her mind went blank.

It was an hour or so later when she opened the door and sprinted for her room, slamming the door behind her and collapsing on her bed, soaking the sheets and comforter. She didn't care. She just lay there, all night, staring at the ceiling torturing herself by repeating every moment and every word and every touch. Eventually the sun had risen and dawn found her much the same as she had been when she had laid down. Wide awake.

She let habit take over and began the routine of readying herself for the day. She put on clean clothes, brushed her hair and put on her scarce bit of makeup. Today, she wore lipstick and she had frowned the whole time she was donning it. Why was she doing this? To look good? For who?

Hermione groaned again and shook her head. Insanity. She sucked in her breath when she heard the door opposite her room open. She leaned forward, straining to listen, jumping slightly when the sound of footsteps reached her. He was up. Merlin, help me.

What was she going to say to him? How would he act? Only one way to find out. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before she stood, steadying herself as she lifted her hand and placed it solidly on the door handle. This was it. She twisted, the pound of her heart in her ears overcoming the small click it made as it gave way. Determined, she tugged rigidly and stepped aside as it swung open. She straightened and pushed her shoulders back and held her head high. One step, two…

Draco froze in place as he bent over, his hand reaching for his book on the coffee table. His muscles tensing further and further with every move she made. He closed his eyes briefly and gathered his wits. He still had not decided how he was going to handle this. Could he really just ignore that anything had ever happened? He hoped so. He did not know how he would maintain his sanity otherwise. Should he say something? No. No, he would not have said anything yesterday.

Hermione cleared her throat and Draco glanced at her. "What?" He frowned. He shouldn't have acknowledged her.

"That is my transfiguration book. Yours is on the bookshelf." She hated how soft her voice sounded. Mousy. Since when did she sound mousy when she spoke to him?

Draco leaned back, "Whatever."

Hermione glanced away nervously. "We have a meeting."

"What?"

"A meeting, with McGonagall." She repeated, trying to find her usual tone of voice and failing miserably.

He shrugged. "In 10 minutes."

"She hates it when we are late." She shifted uncomfortably.

"Fine, let's go. Get it over with." He stood and made his way to the door, his movements less than his usual graceful self.

Hermione nodded but just as she moved to follow him she remembered something. Her cheeks bloomed red as she fought to maintain her calm and collected expression. "I have to find-"

Draco turned around, forcing himself to look irritated, "What?"

Hermione met his gaze, refusing to be the one to look away first. "My wand." She could have sworn that his breath had caught but he hid it well.

He took a few steps towards her, smirking at the way her blush deepened. "It's over there." He tilted his head to the side, his gaze never leaving hers.

She bit her lip. "Right." Stop it, stop it, stop it! She shouted at herself and forced her eyes to drop, her lashes dipping to her cheek before she looked up again, this time narrowing in on the slim wand that had been forgotten by the wall.

The memories hit her harder this time. His scent, the sounds he made, the feel of his skin, the touch of his fingers. She moved forward, her feet taking action of their own volition, which was good because had they not she would still be standing there, staring at the wall the same way she had stared at her bedroom door handle. Like it would bite her.

Quickly she scooped it up and pushed it into her pocket. She spoke before she lost the ability. "Alright, let's go."

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"Did you both sleep well?" Head Mistress McGonagall asked, the question in and of itself perfectly innocent but today it made both Hermione and Draco flinch.

"Fine." Hermione responded a little unconvincingly.

Draco nodded. "Great."

Minerva glanced up from the document she was studying and frowned. "Are you both alright?"

"Of course! Why would you ask that?" She covered her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. She had sounded frantic.

Malfoy rolled his eyes at her, way to be discreet. "We are fine."

McGonagall's brow furrowed but she decided it seemed, to let it go, "Good. Have you given any thought to fall break? We've only 2 more days of classes before the week long absence."

Hermione drew a shaky breath, "Yes. Everything is in order. Malfoy and I will have the last of our paperwork filled out and turned in by tomorrow."

"Have you settled your plans?" She glanced back down at her work and checked another box.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I will be going home for the week."

Draco sighed and glanced down at his feet, scuffing his shoes absently. "Ah, about that. I was hoping that you would reconsider my request to stay on grounds?"

McGonagall pursed her lips, "We have had this discussion, Mr. Malfoy. There will not be enough supervision for any student to remain on campus. You were to have made other arrangements."

"I have stayed before, Head Mistress. I will keep mostly to my rooms-"

"No."

Draco felt his temper rising. "You are being unreasonable. You know I have nowhere to go."

"You could go home, Mr. Malfoy."

"And I have told you why that is out of the question."

"You will not stay here. That is final."

"But-"

"However, I think I have a solution for you." She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with uncharacteristic mirth and amusement. "You will stay with the Granger's."

Both Draco and Hermione responded simultaneously, "What!"

"You have obviously overcome your previous issues with one another. You yourself said you got along "smashingly" did you not Mr. Malfoy? Furthermore, what great opportunity for you two to show that unity and friendship are indeed possible between the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. A great example as the Head Boy and Head Girl of Hogwarts." She seemed pleased with herself.

Whatever control Hermione had been holding onto had snapped. "He cannot stay with me!"

"Why not?" The Head Mistress responded calmly.

"Well we-…I mean he-…" She had no answer. She could not very well tell her that she hated him and feared that she might dismember him before the break was up.

"Unless you have a valid reason Miss Granger, I suggest you show your fellow student some compassion. My decision is final. You may go." She smiled sweetly and let her eyes fall back to her work.

Draco glanced at Hermione and met her eyes. Merlin help them.

Four weeks down. Would they survive the rest?

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Week Five

"Mom? Dad?" Hermione called, dropping the handle of her trunk in the middle of the floor as she explored further. The lights were off in every room. No one was home. She felt panic rising in her gut. They were alone. Again.

"Where are they?"

She jumped at the voice behind her and spun around to face him. "I don't know. I will call them."

"What do you want me to do with this?" He gestured at the bag he had brought.

"Up the stairs, two doors down on your right. If you hang on a second, I will show you."

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets, "I'll wait."

Hermione nodded and licked her lips, her teeth tugging with worry on the bottom one.

He wished she would not do that.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed the house phone, her fingers dialing swiftly. It rang three times before she heard her father's voice on the other end. "Hello?"

"Dad? Where are you?"

"Oh hi, sweetie. We got hung up at this conference. We won't be home for a few days. I'm so sorry."

"You won't…you won't be home…for days…"

"Three at the most, honey. Are you alright? Hermione?"

"Yes…"

"We love you, sweetheart. See you soon!"

"Yeah, love you too…"

Her father hung up but she held the receiver to her ear for a moment longer. Stunned.

"Something wrong, Granger?"

She slammed the phone down. "My parents. Will not be back for a few days."

"Oh." Did his voice just crack? Certainly not.

Hermione exhaled the breath she had been holding. "I should- I should show you the guest room."

"I am sure it is spectacular." He smiled, he had redeemed himself.

"I am sorry that my family is not drowning in enough blood money to afford all the finer things in life. You will survive, I am sure of it." She faced him, "As unfortunate as that is…"

"Don't go there, Granger."

"Ugh, just follow me." She moved passed him and led him to the room he would be staying in. She had never been self-conscious of her family home before but now, suddenly. Everything looked dirty. She wrinkled her nose at the idea and pushed it away. "This is your room, the bathroom is just down the hall and I am-"She trailed off and frowned at him. "I am just to your left but try not to ever step foot in there, okay?"

"What could possibly drive me into your bedroom, Granger?" He regretted it the moment he said it. These last few days, he had been able to basically forget everything that had happened that night. Hermione had seemed to do the same and it was working for them. So why. WHY did he say that? Now all he could think about was her skin. Soft and creamy. Her lips, her hands, her wet- Stop it! He shook his head as though to physically wipe the thought from his mind.

"Nothing. I am glad we agree." She turned around and practically ran from the room. The temperature had spiked, she was sure of it. Maybe she should check the thermostat.

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"What are you doing?"

Hermione decided not to grace him with her full attention and therefore only responded by muttering "dinner" at him.

"What are we having?"

"Food."

Draco glowered at her. "What kind of food, Granger?"

"The edible kind, Malfoy."

"Bloody hell! Would you just answer the question?"

"I am making grilled cheese sandwiches. There happens to be an extra one here. You can eat it or not. I do not care."

"Was that really so hard?"

"Painfully."

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The tension in the air within the living room of the Granger household was palpable. Hermione was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch and Draco had sat stiffly down on the matching love seat. She had turned the TV on for a while but it was almost immediately clear that she was unable to concentrate on anything anyone was saying. Eventually she had shut it off and now they sat together in awkward silence.

Unable to handle it any longer Hermione exhaled sharply, "If I ask you a question, will you bite my head off?"

"Most likely."

She steeled her nerves and cemented her resolve. "Why did you not want to go home?"

He should have told her to shove off and take his leave. He should have scoffed at her, rolled his eyes and denied to speak again. Should have. "Because."

"Because why?"

"Because my mother hates me." He laughed bitterly.

Hermione frowned. "But why would she-"

"Some nonsense about everything being all my fault. You know, the usual. Lucius is in Azkaban? Draco's fault. Voldemort was defeated by Potty? Draco's fault. World hunger? She has never said it but I am sure. Draco's fault."

Her mouth move to speak but she was at a loss for words. She sighed, "I am…I mean. I am sorry. None of that is your fault…"

Draco snorted. "I feel so much better now. Thank you." He said sarcastically, sneering at her.

She stiffened and cast him a glare. "Stop it! I was just trying to be civil."

"Well don't."

"Fine!" She shouted.

"Fine!"

Hermione fidgeted more a moment longer before her curiosity won out over simmering silence. She huffed loudly, "What about your friends?"

Draco chuckled harder this time. "You mean the Death Eaters? Oh yes. That would go over well."

"They were not all Death Eaters." She countered.

"Might as well have been."

"Why do you hate me so much?" Where did that come from? She covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

Draco paused for a moment, biting back his immediate response. Instead he looked at her. Really looked. If he had been anyone else he would be able to see her, the way her eyes lit up when she argued, the way her hair looked when the light hit it just right. The way her lips moved so very mesmerizingly…But he was not anyone else. He was Draco Malfoy. "Because. Because you are you and I am me and there is nothing in the world that can change that."

"That is a horrible reason."

His eyebrow arched in challenge. "Am I wrong?"

She shook her head. "No. It is just-"

"Just what?" He wanted her to continue. He wanted to hear what she would say.

"You never would have gone through with it, would you? Killing Dumbledore, becoming a Death Eater?"

"What would make you believe that?"

"I think that we are all a creation of our upbringing. We are what we are molded to be unless we fight it, break it. I think that you were molded to be a Malfoy. Pure-Blood and better than. I also think that what Harry saw that night was you, breaking your mold."

Several seconds ticked by before Draco found his voice. "That is nonsense."

"Maybe."

"I wanted to kill him." He insisted, sounding pitiful even to himself.

"But you didn't."

"Your naiveté is astounding."

Hermione shook her head and rose to her feet. "There are worse things."

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The night of their conversation had passed quickly and the following day was much the same. They managed to skirt each other for the most part, only acknowledging the other when they had no other option. Once again, they reverted to their comfortable heated dislike as though they had never spoken the night before.

They ate their dinner, pizza, in silence and had separated shortly after, retreating to their respective rooms. Draco fell asleep a few hours later even though the night was still young. When he opened his eyes again he glanced at the clock groggily and groaned. 9:30. Bloody hell…

He sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, digging his toes into the carpet as he stretched and stood. Maybe a shower would put him to sleep. He opened his door and shuffled down the hall until he stood in front of the closed bathroom door. He frowned at it and at the steam that drifted out from underneath.

He strained to listen but he could not hear anything. "Hermione?"

He took a step back in surprise when the door swung open to reveal Hermione wrapped in a towel, her recently washed skin still red from where she scrubbed. Her hair was pulled up, the wet strands sticking to her neck. A wave of steam and warmth washed over him and enveloped him in the scent of her. He wet his lips.

"Malfoy? What are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Me either."

"Maybe it is a sign."

Hermione laughed, the sound clear and honest. "I don't think so." She took a step forward only to be stopped as Draco mimicked her, blocking her way.

"Malfoy?"

"If I were to ask you a question. Would you bite my head off?"

Hermione swallowed audibly, "Most likely."

"Do you think about it? That night?" He held his breath and remained still as he waited for her answer.

She should say no. She should feel her anger and frustration with him rise and overcome her. She should push passed him and lock the door behind her. Should. "Yes."

He met her gaze, the usual challenge in them heightened. "Me too." He moved forward, one step.

"And what do you think about?" She forced her body to match his action.

His eyes fell to her lips and he closed the distance between them. One of his hands snaked around her waist and pulled her against him. He tilted her chin with the other, watching her as his mouth descended onto hers. Only when her eyelids fluttered and closed did he allow himself to do the same. He kissed her, hard and thrust his tongue into her mouth, hardening at the moan she rewarded him with. He lightened the touch a bit and licked her bottom lip, tracing the contour and burning the sensation to memory.

Her hands moved, her fingers trailing up his side and then inwards to explore his abdomen. The muscles spasming under her touch. She nipped at his lip and smiled at the chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

"Drop it." He urged, his hand now tugging at the towel that still covered her.

She pulled away. "No."

He arched his eyebrows. "No?"

She shook her head and ducked under his arm, escaping into the hallway. She let herself into her room and closed her eyes, her breath held as she waited. Would he follow? Did she want him to? She turned around and found him leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed. "You told me not to come in here."

She ignored him. "Your shirt." She said, managing only just to keep the quiver of excitement from her voice.

He smirked and pushed away the rush of familiar anger at someone making a demand of him. He didn't want anger. Instead, he acquiesced and pulled his tee shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

"Your towel, Granger."

Hermione blushed crimson. This was different than the night they had shared before. That had been fury and frustration and hate and pain. Passionate and quick. Unforgiving. What they were doing now? She didn't know. She did know that he had never seen her, not as he was asking to now.

She bit her lips and prayed to her lucky stars that this was not a mistake. Her hand found the part of the towel that was folded against her skin, the part that would give under the slightest of pressure. She held her breath and tugged, closing her eyes as it fell to the floor at her feet.

Draco felt his breath catch in his throat and his cock throb in his pants.

After a few short moments, Hermione gathered her strength and opened her eyes. "Your pants, Malfoy."

He nodded slowly and hooked his thumbs at the hem. He bent and pulled them off as he went, stepping out of them when he stood. "Come here."

Hermione shook her head. "No."

Draco twitched and growled. "Damn it, Granger."

"We will meet in the middle."

He laughed at that but nodded. Baby steps…

He waited until she took her first step and he matched it. One, two, three.

Hermione pressed her body into his and groaned at the contact. He felt so good. She kissed his jaw and then lowered her mouth to his neck, suckling there. Draco took hold of both her shoulders and pushed her back until her knees hit the edge of her bed. She looked up at him as though searching for something before she let herself fall back. He followed her down, addicted to the way her bare form felt against his.

He kissed her lips as his hand sought out the supple flesh of her breasts. Hermione moaned for him when his fingers tweaked one of her nipples and a shot of pleasure coursed through her. She drew one of her legs up, caressing the skin of his calf and thigh with her own. Draco broke the kiss to nibble on her collarbone, teasing the ample skin around her hardened peaks before he gave her what she wanted and took one into his mouth.

Hermione's back arched at the feel of his hot mouth on her and she reached around him to lightly scratch the skin of his back in encouragement. She almost cried out when he lifted himself onto his elbows, "Do you want more?"

"I will never tell you." She smiled, licking her lips and grinding her aching core against his hard length.

Draco chuckled, "Right." He pushed her hips back down and pressed his lips to her ribcage, tracing lazy circles as he moved lower and lower. He teased the skin of her stomach and dragged his teeth over her inner hip, smiling against her at the sounds she made. He used one of his hands to caress her thighs, grazing closer and closer to the part of her that begged for his attention.

When he decided to appease her, she jerked at his touch, a guttural moan escaping her lips. He teased her entrance with a single finger and let his breath whisper over her heated flesh. She writhed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets at each side. Finally she felt his tongue dart forward as his finger pushed into her. "Fuck…"

Draco decided that he liked it when Hermione swore and so he quickened his pace and licked her harder, faster. He held her clenching thighs open and down as her breath grew erratic and her moans multiplied. When he was sure she was close, he curled his finger within her and circled her clit, suckling gently until she came undone, her back arching off the bed as her body spasmed it's release.

He pulled back and gave her his smug smirk as he licked his lips. Hermione regained herself quickly and sat up, pulling away from him. "Stand up."

His smile vanished. "Excuse me?"

"Stand. Up."

Draco flinched but he swallowed what emotion he felt and stood, his anger rising at an alarming rate. He turned to face her, to hurt her. How dare she-

Hermione had followed his movements and latched onto his hardness the instant he turned around. She gave it a quick pump and glanced up at him, arching her eyebrows, "What?"

"Bitch."

"Bastard." She leaned forward and hovered over him. Licking him first from shaft to just below the tip and smiled as he shuddered. A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip and she could not help herself, she let her tongue dart out to retrieve it. Draco put a hand on each of her shoulders for balance as he inhaled sharply. So good.

Feeling accommodating, Hermione brushed her closed lips over him and then opened them to suckle lightly; reveling in the groan he gave her. She pumped her fist again and took him deeper, swirling her tongue around him as she moved. She hummed softly, vibrating around him as she sucked and licked, twisting her fingers and palm around the length she could not reach with her mouth.

He moaned again, one of his hands moving to bury itself in her hair, holding her head firmly in place as though he feared she would stop. Hermione sucked hard enough to make a popping sound as she left him, not likely.

Draco shook his head, over and over until finally he pulled away and shoved her backwards. He groaned as he kneeled in front of her, bringing his throbbing cock level with her wet core. He met her eyes, her lust clouded eyes just before he thrust forward. He entered her for the first time and they moaned in unison. Ecstasy.

He moved again, pulling almost all the way out before he thrust back in, harder this time. Hermione grabbed his hips, her finger nails digging into his side. "Faster."

Draco laughed wickedly, "Make me."

Hermione arched up and moved her hands to scratch his back in response. Laughing with him as he complied, pounding into her faster and harder, and bringing them both higher and higher. They moved together, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. He lowered his head to her chest and caught a nipple between his teeth, sucking and tugging as he felt her body tighten around him. A strangled cry escaped her throat as she came around him, milking his own climax from him. With one last thrust every nerve in his body exploded with pleasure. He ground into her, over and over as he spilled his release. When he was spent he rolled them over so that she lay atop him.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath and slow her speeding heart. What was this? She sighed as she pressed closer to him. Draco. Draco bloody Malfoy. What was she thinking? She kissed his chest and smiled at the purr like sound he gave her. She would berate herself in the morning.

Draco clutched his enemy in his arms as he stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Enemy? He frowned at the word. No. He did not know what she was now or when she had lost the title. But he could not call her his enemy. He kissed the top of her head absently. He would give her a new one. In the morning…

Five weeks down.

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