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Author�s Note 1: I am mightily pleased with myself.
Last chapter was the result of one of my truly inspired moments (hence the
super-fast update) and it worked SO much better than I could have hoped! All
your comments had me grinning like a maniac to the point where my boyfriend
expressed concern for my well-being. Also: Room of Requirements not a part of
Hogwarts, eh? I hadn�t even thought of that� *wicked grin* -- Noooo, don�t spam me, just kidding� Besides, I know exactly
where they�d go if the need arises *sniggers evilly*

Author�s Note 2: Schoolwork will now start interfering
with my updating schedule a bit. I know I�ve been updating at an insane rate,
but don�t panic if it slows down a little. I�d really like to pass my courses,
you know. Also, after last chapter was released so fast I felt suspiciously
close to burned out for a couple of days. We don�t want that, do we?

Author�s Note 3: And again, I thank you all for your
kind reviews! They really do help cheer me and make me take pride in my story.
No matter what people say it�s hard to take pride in a story that nobody wants
to read.

Thanks to Miss
Nibbles for pointing out this chapter was long but approving it anyway and
to Maz for assuring me that he felt just as
confused as Draco (you�ll see�)

**********

It was with her
cheeks red, her head held high and her eyes sparkling defiance that Hermione
made her entrance at dinner that first night out of the hospital wing. She had had
breakfast in the sickroom and she had missed lunch due to some last minute
catching up in Ancient Runes, but now she had no more excuses to avoid meal
time in the dining hall.

She knew about
the rumors about why she had been gone. Naturally, nobody believed the story
about the magical virus. Of course they didn�t, it was the truth! What fun was
truth when there were lies to be spread?

The all-round
reaction at dinner wasn�t as devastating as she had feared, though. There were
a few whispers and giggles as she made her way down to the Gryffindor table,
but as a whole she seemed to be old news already.

She sighed and
almost sagged with relief. Without meaning to, she glanced at the Slytherin
table as she passed, but the blond boy her eyes searched out was deep in
conversation and hadn�t even noticed her. Reminding herself that this was a
good thing, she went over to her friends and sat down with her back to the
room.

Malfoy had come to visit her twice while she
had been in the hospital wing. The first time after he�d received her note and
the second time a couple of days later. The first time, he had seemed really
worried about her, but the second, time he had been his usual arrogant,
annoying and offensive self. He had had Harry in such a snit that Madam Pomfrey
had threatened to throw him out for disturbing the peace. Malfoy had been the
very picture of innocence until she turned her back and then he had openly
gloated. Hermione hadn�t known whether to be annoyed or amused so she had been
a little bit of both � mostly annoyed, of course.

When her voice
had faltered and she had struggled for breath, however, he had made an excuse,
collected his books and left. He hadn�t visited her again after that and at the
time she didn�t know what to make of it.

She still was
far from sure.

**********

The next few
days Hermione spent trying to figure out how to get a word with Malfoy. It
wasn�t that she was terribly averse to speaking to him in public; no, that was
his problem. It was more that she didn�t fancy his friends listening in on what
she had to say, and asking for a private word in front of them would be just as
bad.

He still
appeared terribly tired and haunted and much more serious than she would ever
have thought he could be. He surrounded himself with other Slytherins and only
occasionally did he seem to revert back to his old self. On one such occasion
he hexed a second year Ravenclaw boy, just for being
the only other non-Slytherin about. Except, Hermione had been about, hidden,
considering her next move. After seeing the hex, though, she had turned on her
heel, appalled with herself for wanting the attentions of such a bully.

Yet most days
he�d just seem to sink into deep thoughts and ignore what was going on around
him and he would look human and vulnerable and she would have an incredible
urge to go to him again.

Hermione
eventually ended up concluding that she did need to talk to him and her best
shot would be when they had Arithmancy together, as
none of their close friends took that, yet at the time of the resolution, that
meant waiting for days for the chance. Each time she saw him after that chipped
away at her courage again, but it couldn�t be helped. He simply didn�t allow
himself to be alone these days and she needed
that talk.

He seemed to be
as indifferent as he had been before she had taken ill. She reminded herself
that he hadn�t been indifferent while she was
ill, but� perhaps that only showed that he really was human. Perhaps she
didn�t appeal to him anymore. Why would she, anyway? Perhaps she should just
let it go�

It was during
break and people were standing about in small groups, talking. Hermione had
abandoned Harry and Ron to allow them to talk about Quidditch
while making her able to retain her sanity. Malfoy was lounging on one of the
castle�s numerous oversized windowsills, gazing pensively at the dark and
stormy sky, while not even seeming to notice the bickering Crabbe and Goyle at
his side. He looked oddly lonely.

Hermione
considered if she should go up to him now. After all, those two half-wits he
always lugged around with him hardly posed a threat. Yet, she couldn�t seem to
find the courage. She was Gryffindor, damn it, what was she if not courageous?
She debated with herself for several minutes, but in the end her nerve failed
her.

She was stupid,
anyway, for inviting all this hurt into her life just for physical pleasure.
Maybe it really was time she started dating other boys, or rather: date boys at
all. Malfoy and she weren�t even dating; they were sneaking around behind the
backs of everyone who cared for them. For what? A quick, passionate tumble
every few weeks? It really wasn�t worth it. It wasn�t.

Swiftly she
turned to go, bumping straight into Pansy.

�Mooning over my
boyfriend again, are you?� the other girl said viciously, someone sniggering
behind her. Oh, lovely, she had brought an audience. �Too bad for you he
doesn�t do Mudbloods.�

Oh, he had done a Mudblood, all right. �As usual,�
Hermione said in her most bored voice. �I don�t have the faintest idea what
you�re talking about.�

She made as to
go around but Pansy blocked her. �Don�t you think I�ve seen you looking at
him?� she said haughtily. �Don�t you think everyone knows? You�re nothing but a
big joke, Granger.�

Hermione knew
all blood drained from her face and there was nothing she could do to prevent
it. Most likely Pansy was just spewing bile, but what if there really was
something to what she was saying? What if there was talk?

�You are
seriously deluded,� she managed to say coldly. �And one can only wonder what�s
making you so insecure.� And with that, she finally managed to flee.

**********

Hermione did not
dare consider approaching Malfoy again or even look at him. She knew she let
Pansy win, but it was a battle she�d lost long before that. Malfoy had shown a
clear tendency of pursuing her when he wanted her and now� he didn�t. She
didn�t know why that thought hurt her, but she supposed that was how it felt
when the other person tired of you first, nothing more.

She took to spending
more and more time at the library. It was the one place she was sure to find
peace and quiet and no Draco Malfoy or Pansy Parkinson in sight. It was her
safe haven. Nothing had ever been able to calm her quite like the look, feel,
and even smell of books and now she took full advantage of that.

So when one
evening someone pulled out the chair next to hers and she looked up to see
Malfoy, she was shocked, to say the least.

�I need your
help,� he said without preamble, dropping some scrolls on the table and sitting
down.

Schoolwork? So that was what she was good for now, was it?

�Oh, yay, lucky me,� she said drily, looking back at her book,
willing him to go away and leave her alone.

�I figured you�d
say that,� he replied. �I�ll pay you.�

Hermione stiffened.
Of all the insults she�d ever had to hear coming from him, this was� well, in
the top five at least. �I don�t need your money,� she said.

�What do you need, then?�

Hermione felt
anger surging through her. So now he
cared what she wanted? �I need you to get out of my sight and stay that way,�
she ground out, shooting a baleful glance at him and very much meaning it at
that moment.

He winced. �That
can be arranged to some extent,� he replied, his calm voice belying the
involuntary expression. �But I really do need your help.�

Why should she
care what he needed? He could rot for all she cared! �Why?� she heard herself
ask.

�I�ve been�� he
seemed to search for words. �Rather negligent with my schoolwork lately and now
they threaten to expel me. I thought they�d only have me repeat a year at the
most.�

Hermione stared
at him, aghast. �So, you�re being a lazy prat and
want to pay me to do all your work for you?�

He looked a
little relieved that she understood. �Yes. So, will you do it?�

She stood up;
her chair almost toppling over with the force it was pushed back. �No. You will
have to pay someone else.� She turned and left the library. Of all the scenarios she had played in her
head of finally talking to him again, this one hadn�t even been close to being an
option.

He caught up
with her a few seconds later. �It has to be you,� he said.

�Why?� she asked
suspiciously.

�Because you
take the same classes as I do and you�re the smartest in our year and you can
make it look like it�s my work.� Malfoy looked as if what he�d said was
perfectly reasonable and Hermione was annoyed with herself for being hurt by
his proposal and his logic. So this was really all she�d been reduced to:
Brains for rent. She supposed she should be grateful that her brains were all
he was offering to buy.

�I will not cheat for you,� she snarled.

�No, only with me,� he mumbled.

She stopped dead
in her tracks, unable to recall why she had ever been attracted to this poor
excuse for a wizard.

He winced again,
realizing his mistake. �I�m sorry,� he said. �I didn�t mean that.�

�Yes, you did,�
she said coolly, wondering why she was still even talking to him.

�No, I didn�t,�
he firmly insisted. �Look, I�m desperate, OK? I can�t be kicked out. Name your
price.�

A world of
dizzying possibilities entered her mind. Just how far could she push the great
Draco Malfoy before he balked?

�No more pushing
people around or calling anyone Mudblo��

�Done!�

She looked at
him for a second. He really was desperate, wasn�t he? He seemed to have
realized that he had given himself away too easily, because his cheeks were
slightly pink.

�You�d have to
treat me with respect.�

�Always.�

�That includes
keeping your girlfriend in line.�

He frowned at
that. �Pansy? What��

�Never mind what. Just make sure she doesn�t
annoy me anymore.� She couldn�t tell him what had happened; it was mortifying
to say the least.

He nodded,
looking only slightly curious.

�You�d have to
make a real effort to catch up again and do part of the work yourself.�

He grudgingly
nodded again.

She groped for
some more terms; she was letting him get off too easily. Inspiration hit. �And
be nice to Harry and Ron��

�Now wait a��

�And Hagrid too.�

He looked
positively horror-struck.

She almost
grinned. Almost. �And you�d have to keep it all up
until you don�t need me anymore.�

His eyes glinted
dangerously in the way she had come to be cautious of.

�And,� she hurriedly added. �You�d have
to forget all about getting even with me.�

�I wasn�t
thinking of getting even,� he said silkily.

�Oh, yes, you
were,� she said. �You�re quite obvious sometimes.�

His eyes heated.
�So are you. You know there�s no way I can agree to all your terms.�

She crossed her
arms. �You can. You just won�t.�

�No, I really
can�t.�

�Why not?�

�Because,� he
said through clenched teeth, stepping closer to her. �People would question why
I�d change so much and either they will guess the truth and we�ll both get expelled for cheating or worse: everyone will think we�re
dating.�

Hermione�s eyes
widened. She hadn�t even considered that. Had she? No. She�d merely wanted to
push his buttons. She supposed she had succeeded in finding the point at which
he balked, though � being associated with her on a personal level.

Besides, he was
standing too close for comfort.

�Fine,� she
said, stepping back and away from him. �You wouldn�t have to be nice to my
friends.� She pouted, a little disappointed at having her fun thwarted.

�You�ll do it,
then?� he asked. �If I agree to the other bits?�

Hermione
considered. She shouldn�t. He was spoiled, overbearing and all-round
unpleasant. Hogwarts would be much better without him. �I suppose,� she said,
noting how relieved he looked. And grateful. �On one more condition.�

�What?� he asked
carefully.

�I get one free
request. At any time I may ask you for any one thing and you will have to do or give it.�

He looked as if
he�d just swallowed something that wouldn�t go down. �If possible,� he finally
said. �Only if at all possible without�without risking my life.�

She rolled her eyes.
What exactly did he think she�d ask him to do? �Done,� she said, turning to go
back to the library. �Follow me.�

�Where?� he
asked.

�I left my
things back at the library,� she said with a faint blush. She had been so angry
and so eager to get away from him that she�d left her bag in her haste.

When they got
there she pulled out a parchment, scribbled down the conditions, tapped the
parchment a few times with her wand and handed it to him. �Sign this.�

He frowned,
probably remembering the incident with Marietta Edgecombe the previous year.
�Don�t you trust me?� he asked.

She laughed
before she could stop herself. Apparently that was answer enough for him and
with a dark look in her direction he signed it.

�Tell me
something�� he said once she�d signed the scroll too and rolled it up. �Why are
you so mad at me?�

Hermione stopped
her motions. How was she supposed to answer that one without suffering an acute
loss of dignity? �Your proposal��

�Was nothing you
wouldn�t expect from me and I did get you to agree, didn�t I? Think of another
excuse, Granger.�

�It�s not an
excuse!�

He made a
disbelieving sound.

Oh, this was not
at all the conversation she wanted to have. Not that she wanted any
conversation with him anymore.

The library was
closing so she grabbed her bag and left, hoping he�d get the hint.

Perhaps he did
get the hint, but in that case he chose to ignore it. �Your lack of response is
very telling,� he said conversationally.

�I did respond.
You chose to ignore it.� Hermione sped up but Malfoy only lengthened his stride
to keep up.

�You know what I
think?� he asked.

�That the world
revolves around you?� she guessed.

He smiled and
said �I think you missed me.�

Hermione
stumbled, narrowly righting herself before she fell. �I guessed correctly,
then,� she said a bit hoarsely to her own ears.

He grabbed her
arm and pulled her into a dark room and cornered her. He was so close and the
darkness made it feel even more intimate. Why did the school have to be so big
and have so many empty rooms?

Her heart was
pounding with excitement, desire and a little fear. Fear that this was a game
and he was really just out to expose and humiliate her; yet she didn�t even
consider reaching for her wand.

�What are you
doing?� she asked warily.

�All you had to
do, Granger, was ask,� he said, before bending to meet
her lips.

He had won
before his lips even touched hers. He was right, of course. She had missed him dreadfully and she
couldn�t say no to this even if it did mean his friends jumping out of the dark
to laugh at her. Her eyes flickered to the darkness behind him. No� there
didn�t seem to be anyone hiding.

Then there was
the soft brush of lips against lips and she forgot all about mistrust and
ridicule. His one hand was on her waist, while the other one was at the nape of
her neck, gently holding her in place. His lips returned to massage hers and
with a sigh she gave in and put her arms around his neck. What harm was there
in a little kiss, anyway?

Encouraged, he
lifted his hand from her neck and softly stroking his thumb over her lips he
parted them. She playfully bit down on it and imagined that she saw a flash of
raw need in his eyes. It was quite silly, of course; it was much too dark to
see. Yet when his lips returned to hers it was with much more force.

She moaned
slightly when he pinned her between his body and the wall and he took the
opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. She pulled him closer, wanting
more and he obliged, pressing harder against her without breaking the kiss. His
tongue stroked hers, coaxing it to play.

Hermione felt
almost dizzy. Grabbing a firm hold of his shoulders she pulled him closer still
and returned the kiss with enthusiasm, letting her tongue stroke back and enter
his mouth. She was feeling extremely gratified when he groaned into her mouth
and the kiss turned wild and hungry.

He hoisted her
up and she immediately wrapped her legs around him, making him groan again.
Things were rapidly spinning out of control and she knew they were about to
have sex, right here in an abandoned class room only a few doors down from the
library. She didn�t care. She did care. She didn�t want him to stop. She had
missed him, missed this, too much.

He broke the
kiss, brushing his lips down her neck, flicking out his tongue to taste her.
She sighed, letting her head fall back to give him easier access.

He pulled back.

�We shouldn�t,�
he said huskily.

No, we shouldn�t. Since when did that stop you?

�Oh,� was what
she said, feeling her face heat at his rejection. Stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.

�Not here,� he
continued. �Will you come with me to a better place? Willingly, I mean?�

For a few
seconds she didn�t quite comprehend.

�Granger?� he
asked. �If I have to, I will take you
here and this time you won�t deny me
any pleasure.�

He� wanted her?

�Why are you
looking at me like that?� he demanded. �After you kiss me that way you can�t be
surprised that I��

She had pressed
herself against him and closed his mouth with another kiss.

�I�ll come with
you,� she softly said.

For a second he
stared disbelievingly at her and for the first time it occurred to her that maybe
he had had his own misgivings about her. Then, without a word, he grabbed her
hand and pulled her after him. She could feel the urgency in him and it matched
her own. They both needed this. Desperately.

�Wait,� she said
when he would go one way. �Room of Requirements is the other way.�

She noticed a
slight clenching of his jaws before he said �We can�t use it. I smashed it.�

�You what?�

�Smashed it. It�s useless now.�

�But why?�

He shook his
head. �Does it matter? Is there any way you can disguise yourself?� He had
begun walking again, dragging her after him.

She really
wanted to know why he�d smashed the room with the big comfortable bed, but she
recognized that he wouldn�t tell her. She sighed. �Why do I need disguise?�

�I�m taking you
to my room.�

A shock went
through her. �No!� She dug her heels in, forcing him to stop again.

�I want you in a
bed, Granger, and we won�t be able to get me
to yours, so we�ll go to mine.�

�What?
Slytherins have private bedrooms now?�

�Of course not,�
he frowned at her.

�So� you expect
me to sleep with you in front of your friends?�

He actually
grinned. �As entertaining as that sounds, Granger, I thought we might close the
drapes.�

She groaned.
�No, they�ll know.�

�They won�t
know.�

�Of course, they
will!�

He sighed impatiently.
�I always charm my drapes so I can�t be heard or disturbed. If we can get you
in, they won�t know.�

She frowned a
little at that. �Why would you do that?�

�Merlin,
Granger, do you have to question everything?�

�Yes, I do,� she
replied, pushing out her chin to look at him defiantly.

�Why? Why can�t
you just trust me a little bit?�

�Trust you, Malfoy?� she asked incredulously.
�Since when do I have any reason to?�

He looked really
annoyed with her. �Curse you for needing reasons; you�re too smart for your own
damn good. Can�t you just accept the fact that I have no reason to lie to you
about this?�

�I saw no reason
for you to lie to me about sleeping with Pansy. And if you want to sleep with
me now, what�s these past weeks been but a lie about that too?�

�You did miss me!� He looked almost stunned
at the revelation.

Hermione had to
fight back a mortified blush. �I� only wondered�� she mumbled.

�I thought
that�s what you wanted! After last time� You fought me
and you said it wouldn�t happen again. I was respecting your wishes. Well,
until today, anyway.�

She felt
light-headed and swayed a little on the spot. He had been respecting her
wishes.

�You OK,
Granger? You�re not getting sick again, are you?� he steadied her with a hand.
�Because I might just have to take you anyway and it would be really gross.�

She swatted his
hand away. �I�m fine. Thank you for your concern� or lack thereof.� But she
wasn�t really offended by his crass statement. She couldn�t be. Not when he�d
just said such a wonderful thing.

�Enough of
this,� he said. �Come with me. You won�t regret it, I promise.�

She nodded. If
he had asked her to jump from the Astronomy Tower right now she probably would
have agreed. She took a step back, squeezed her eyes shut and concentrating
hard she tapped her own forehead. Opening her eyes, she looked at Malfoy who
was staring at her.

Crud. Didn�t it work? She looked at her hand. Yes, it had worked,
she was seeing the floor instead of Hermione-shaped fingers. She tried walking
a few steps to the side, but his eyes still followed her.

�Did I miss a
spot?� she asked.

He shook his
head. �No� how did you know how to do that? Disillusionment charms are NEWT
level and very advanced even at that. And to disappear this completely is
incredibly rare.�

Hermione tried
sneaking behind him, but he turned with her, eyes still on her.

�After Harry�� she paused. No, he didn�t need to know that. �I�d heard
about it and I read about it and I practiced it. Why can you see me if I did so
well?� She was a little peeved that she hadn�t done perfectly.

�I know you�re
there and I see ripples when you move,� he said, clearly staying focused on
her. �If you don�t move when someone looks straight at you, you should be
fine.� He grabbed her hand, fumbling a bit before he found it. �Come on, let�s
go.� He dragged her off with him.

They were really
going to his room. He led her down several flights of stairs and it wasn�t
until they were standing in front of the wall allowing entrance to the
Slytherin common room that she realized she�d never been here before.

He mumbled
something that sounded suspiciously like Mudblood
before the wall opened. He let go of her hand and strolled inside.
Hermione�s heart was lodged in her throat and she felt sure that she couldn�t
do this after all. Still, she hurried inside before the opening closed again.

Malfoy was
making his way through the common room, when an annoying female voice rang out.

�Draco! Aren�t
you going to come sit with me for a bit?� Pansy, of course. Hermione could hardly see how he�d get out
of this one. Botheration.

�No�� he
replied. �I�m really not in the mood for your incessant prattling tonight.�

Hermione�s eyes
widened at his rudeness and she accidentally let out a giggle. Hurriedly she clapped
a hand over her mouth and looked around her to see if anyone had noticed. The
room was almost empty. Was it that late already? Only Pansy, Zabini and a
couple of boys she didn�t know were there. It was unbelievably lucky that none
of them seemed to have heard her.

Malfoy
disappeared through a door at the other end and Hermione hurried to keep up.
Soon she was in what had to be his dormitory. It didn�t look all that different
from the Gryffindor dormitories, except it wasn�t round and in a tower, but
rather square and underground and the bedding was green instead of red and� ok,
maybe it did look a little different.

He walked to the
bed farthest from the door and turned, frowning in her general direction. Oh,
right. He couldn�t see her now, could he? She stood stock-still wondering what
he�d do.

�I know you�re
there,� he said very softly, making her realize that others had already gone to
bed. �I heard you in the common room. Not very discreet of you, you�ll have to
do better.� He motioned for her to get on the bed.

She rolled her
eyes, but did as asked.

As soon as he saw the bed move, signalling her
compliance, he closed the drapes and joined her, casting some charms and
letting out a small floating ball of light from a box to make them able to see
better. Hermione absent-mindedly decided she wanted one of those floating
lights; it would make reading in bed so much easier.

�You can speak freely now,� he said. �And if
you don�t mind I�d like you to become visible again. I�m not that kinky.�

She hesitantly did as asked, rendering herself
visible. �Are you sure it�s OK? Someone might decide to come and talk to you or
see what you�re doing...�

�Yeah, the last time that happened Goyle was in
the hospital wing for two days with boils. I don�t think it�ll happen again
soon.�

�Grumpy in the morning, are you?�

�Why don�t you find out?� he asked, pulling her
closer.

His lips were a wonderful mix of soft and firm
as they caressed and nibbled at hers. She could feel his barely leashed want as
he slid his tongue over her lower lip, tasting her, prodding her to open up for
him. Oh, my. His tongue penetrated
her mouth, only to tease her and withdraw, breaking the kiss. She groaned. She
wanted more. He kissed her again only to withdraw once more. She tried to make
him stay by holding him in place, but he was a relentless tease, withdrawing
from her every time it was getting good.

Finally frustrated she rolled them over so she
was straddling him and bent to kiss him on her terms. She had waited for this
for too long, damn it. She didn�t miss the look of surprise in his eyes and
couldn�t help but smirk a little. She traced his lips with her tongue and this
time she was the one to withdraw when he tried to lure it into his mouth. She
felt her belt coming undone and his hands on her legs, sliding up her robes,
but she didn�t let it distract her... too much.

At last she let her tongue dip in between his
lips to find his and he groaned, grabbing her waist under her robes and
pressing up against her, leaving her with no doubt as to his level of need. His
need fuelled hers and she kissed him deeper and ground against him making him
gasp and close his eyes in an expression of pained bliss.

She pulled back and smiled, enjoying her
effect.

�Don�t stop,� he said gutturally. �Never. Stop.� His eyes were
pleading and commanding at the same time.

He moved his hands up her sides, taking her
robes with him, pulled them off her and threw them aside. She fumbled a bit
with his belt until she finally got it open and pulled it off him in one swift
motion.

The next thing she knew she was back under him,
tugging at his robes while he was crushing her lips with his and claiming the
inside of her mouth with his tongue. She finally got the robes off him, making
him make an impatient sound as he had to break the kiss to get them over his
head. Now the amount of fabric between them had lessened considerably and as he
ground against her she moaned at the hardness of him and the memory of exactly
how good that felt inside of her.

He struggled for a moment with her bra, until
she showed him how this one opened in the front and then it was open and he was
staring greedily at her breasts. He lifted a hand to caress one breast and she
pushed against him, making his touch firmer. He bent to stroke the other breast
with his tongue and she moaned desperately. He gently bit down on her soft
flesh and she whimpered, unable to stay still. This was too much, she was
feeling feverish.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled
him up to violate his mouth. He indulged her, temporarily soothing her need,
before he slid his lips down her throat and found the exact tender spot at the
base of her neck he had uncovered weeks and weeks before. He sucked it hard,
making her cry out and buck against him, digging her nails into his back. He
shuddered against her and she knew it had to be now.

�I need you,� he whispered, echoing her
thoughts, while slightly nibbling her ear. �Now.�

Her reply was to grab his boxers by the band
and carefully pull them down off him. He kicked them off and responded in kind
by removing her panties. Again he was looking at somewhere she wished he
wouldn�t; it was embarrassing. Yet, at the same time, the look of awe on his
face was worth it.

She pulled at him, wanting him to cover her
body completely with his and he complied. She slid
her hands up and down his back, wanting to feel more of his skin and wrapped
her legs around him to urge him to go on. It had been too long. She dug in her
nails again and he made a choked sound and surged forward, filling her in one
single thrust.

Hermione gasped and for a moment time seemed to
stop as their eyes locked and he was stretching her, filling her completely.
Then time rushed back and he closed his eyes on a groan and started moving
inside of her, withdrawing and pushing back into her at a steady pace.

It felt too good for words and Hermione grabbed
a hold of him and met him thrust for thrust.

�Merlin, Granger,� he groaned before long,
pressing her harder into the mattress. �You feel so good... so...� he cut off
with a gasp when she bit down on his neck. She had discovered that he liked
this, and true enough he was now thrusting faster, harder, deeper, just as she
had hoped.

Hermione knew that she would come soon, that
this time would be as hurried and desperate as the other times had been. It was
too good, too intense, too powerful for her to hold
back. �More...� she moaned. �Harder!�

His eyes widened a little and he made an
unintelligible sound before complying, taking her so hard that the bed creaked
and she was certain the whole school must hear. She didn�t care. All she cared
about was the feeling of him pounding into her and her orgasm being almost
within her grasp, almost, almost, almost...

She cried out in
wild abandon as the first wave hit her, making her jerk and convulse violently
as he continued taking her relentlessly. She didn�t believe she�d ever felt
such intense pleasure before, not ever. Another wave hit and another, until she
was sobbing and he gradually slowed down to let her breathe.

She opened her eyes
to look at him. He was looking at her with wonder, ecstasy and unfulfilled need
plain on his face. He�d held back to watch her come and now he was trembling,
brushing little kisses on her face, her eyes, her lips, waiting for her to be
able to take the force of what he needed to do, but clearly having a hard time
restraining himself.

She felt the
strain in his every muscle and she loved that she had that effect on him. �What
are you waiting for?� she whispered. �You know what you want.�

With a strangled
sound he started moving again, hard and fast, burying his head in her neck and
she held him close, urging him forward with her body, clawing at him in her
enjoyment, until she felt him tense, thrusting deep, and holding her still
while he groaned loudly as he with great shudders reached his own climax.

Finally he was
spent and was lying unmoving on top of her, collapsed, his breathing labored,
while she stroked his back. She�d had no idea of the pleasure one could get
just from making another person come.

She listened to
his breathing and felt his heartbeat thumping against her as both gradually
steadied.

Finally she
asked �So� was last time better?�

He chuckled and
nuzzled her neck, but didn�t make a move to get off her. She didn�t mind at
all. �Hell no, not even close,� he mumbled against her ear.

She smiled. No,
she didn�t think so.

�Never deny me
again,� he whispered, easing some of his weight off her and kissing her. �No
matter what your reasons, it�s not worth it.�

Right now she
was inclined to agree with him.

**********

Hermione awoke
with a jolt the next morning to find that someone was moving around, talking on
the other side of the curtains. Someone male. What
were they doing in her room? She frowned. And why was her bedding green? And
why was she lying closely nestled in the arms of someone else�

The memories of
last night hit her.

She was still in Malfoy�s bed.

She gasped as
someone moved close by, angrily accusing someone else for snoring all night.
She shrank back towards the warm body behind her as if he could save her from
being seen if they chose that moment to peek inside.

She shot a
glance at Malfoy. He was still sleeping and looking more peaceful than she had
ever seen him. That cretin.
He had been the one that insisted she didn�t go last night, the one who had
made her lie down with him and the one who had threatened to silence her if she
didn�t stop objecting. Now look where
it had brought them. She must have been really worn out to sleep through the
night like this.

She didn�t even
know how late it was, but since these people hadn�t gone down to breakfast yet
she assumed it wasn�t that late. Unless it was because breakfast was over. She
groaned, immediately clapping a hand in front of her mouth.

The movement
roused the sleeping male behind her and he gathered her closer and nuzzled her
neck. �What�s wrong?� he asked groggily.

�Shush,� she
whispered fiercely. �People.�

He laughed. He
actually had the audacity to laugh. �Don�t you think that if they were going to
hear anything they would have heard plenty last night, hmm?�

�But I can hear them,� she whispered, slightly pink from
the memory of all the noise they had made.

�Yes�� he
mumbled, losing interest in the conversation as the blanket fell away to reveal
her breasts and only resuming on a sigh as she covered herself up again. �I
didn�t make it work both ways. I figured I might want to know if a dragon got
loose in here or something.�

�Where are my
clothes? And my wand?� She struggled to sit.

He let go of her
and rolled onto his back with another sigh. �Your clothes are right there,� he
gestured to the foot of the bed, �I collected them after you�d fallen asleep.�

She had fallen
asleep first? Hurriedly Hermione grabbed her clothes and got dressed before he
could change his mind about letting her go.

�Come tomorrow,�
he said.

�I can�t.�

�Not that
again!� He sat up and looked at her irritably. He looked endearingly mussed
this morning, she noticed.

�No, I really
can�t. I�m going to the Slug Christmas Party.� Hermione tried to untangle her
curls with her fingers, but soon gave it up for a lost cause and resorted to
using her wand.

�Oh, Christmas��
Malfoy frowned as if he�d forgotten what time of year it was. �Well, come
after?�

�I don�t know
how late it will be and my date might think it odd if I leave him early to go
be with my lover.� Hermione had been wondering if she should even tell him this
but now it had just slipped out. She eyed his reaction warily.

�Date? What game are we playing now?� he asked, looking a little put out.

Hermione shot
him a frosty glance. �No game. I have a date.� She was telling the truth, she�d
asked the other boy out when she�d thought Malfoy and she had been done fooling
around.

�Is this about
getting back at me for Pansy? Because I��

�It�s not about
you at all!� she interrupted. �I
decided I wanted to bring a date, I asked someone and he accepted.� Hermione
was getting really annoyed. What was up with
his egotism? It wasn�t as if she could ever have asked him!

�Yeah?� he
asked. �Who is it, then? It�s that Weasel, isn�t it? He�s probably right miffed
that his friends and his sister get to go while he��

�Are you
insinuating that Ron is the only one who would go on a date with me?� Hermione
was seriously angry � and a little hurt � now. �Because I can assure you that
plenty of boys��

�That�s not what
I said!� he hurried to inject. �I just haven�t seen you around that many boys
and he does seem to be making moony eyes at you.�

Not mollified in
the least she checked that everyone was gone, pulled the drapes open and got
out to put on her boots.

�Don�t be like
that, Hermione�� he said, looking bewildered. �I�m sure you could have your
pick��

�For your
information,� she interrupted angrily. �I have never been turned down for a
date. I even dated Viktor Krum for God�s sakes! Just because you are shallow
enough to not want to be seen with a Mudblood
doesn�t mean that everyone else is. I am going to the party with Cormac McLaggen and you know
what? I�ll� no; he�ll have a damn
good time!�

Malfoy was
staring at her, clearly speechless at her outburst, as she tapped her head,
rendering herself invisible before braving the now half-full Slytherin common
room.

**********

Author�s Note 4: Do you have ANY idea how long it
takes me to write a single short smutty scene as opposed to dialogue, thoughts,
actions and feelings? It�s nuts how hard it is! And I
think I can honestly say that I can�t do any better than this. Also, I don�t
put warnings before the secks anymore because that�s
just spoilerish. There was no telling that they�d do
it from the way this chapter began :P

Author�s Note 5: Yes, yes, I can�t seem to resist
mixing in canon. Still, I�ll change canon wherever I feel like it or can�t be
bothered to adapt.

Author�s Note 6: I bet you are all wondering what will
happen in the next chapter! So am I! Chapters rarely turn out exactly as I
plan. This one, for instance, became much longer than I had planned and I even
had to leave out stuff for later. Not to mention that I didn�t know Draco would
ask her for real help with schoolwork. Huh.

Author�s Note 7: Miss
Nibbles published a oneshot
on affnet. I�m pretty sure she wrote it just to tease
me, but it�s really funny and hot in a� slightly disturbing way. I won�t
mention the pairing (Draco�s half of it, though) or the plot. Go see for yourselves :P http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600012510
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