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A/N: I had this storyline floating around my head while I was working on a longer fic. I wanted to get this down quickly to clear my mind. It’s short, fluffy, and not very canon. I hope you enjoy and reviews are always appreciated!

It was a cold Thursday evening at the beginning of term. She wasn’t sure why he had come back to Hogwarts, but he had. She was even more unsure as to why he had been allowed to have his prefect badge back. With both Dumbledore and Snape gone, the castle felt empty. Professor McGonagall had rightfully assumed the position of headmaster. Her leadership style was similar to how she ran her classroom; strict but not unbending. There had been much protest when Malfoy and Parkinson had been appointed as the Slytherin prefects, but McGonagall would hear nothing against Professor Slughorn’s decision.
    Hermione pulled her cloak around her tighter as they climbed the stairs to the Astronomy tower. She hadn’t been there since Dumbledore’s death and wasn’t sure if he had either. The air grew colder as they climbed higher toward the open turret. The early autumn wind was crisp as she walked through the archway. It looked the same as she remembered. She went to the edge where she had been told Dumbledore had gone over. The shrubbery below was the size of her thumbnail.
    “Don’t fall,” he said from behind her.
    “I won’t unless I’m pushed,” she responded coolly as she turned around. He was standing very close to her and she raised a brow. “Is that what you are planning to do now?”
    “No, I was actually going to pull you back.”
    “How chivalrous of you.”
    She walked around him toward the exit. Turning back to see if he was following, she saw him looking over the edge in a daze. He was very still. The breeze ruffled his hair and kicked up his robes. She shivered and went back to him, tugging on his sleeve.
“It looks like rain. Let’s go,” she said.
The wind blew her hair from around her neck and she clutched her cloak around herself tighter, tucking her chin and nose into the neckline. She looked up at his scowl. He didn’t appear to be bothered by the chilled air. Her hair whipped around her face as the wind picked up.
“What?” she asked irritably.
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
She loosened her grip on her cloak and straightened her hair as they descended the stairwell. Wall sconces lit as they walked by, casting an eerie amber glow around them. Thunder boomed in the distance as a storm approached.
“If you’re not well you should go to St. Mungo’s.”
“I’m fine,” he spat, turning around to face her. She stumbled as she almost ran into him at his abrupt stop. He put his hand on her shoulder to steady her. She was two steps above him, but eye level. “I don’t need your advice.”
“Suit yourself.”
They didn’t say another word while they finished their rounds, nor did they say goodbye when they were done.
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    For the first two and a half months she had been assigned to Malfoy for rounds. She was almost certain that McGonagall had done it strategically to keep all parties in check. She suspected that McGonagall hadn’t put Harry and Malfoy together for a reason. Instead, Harry had been paired with Pansy Parkinson for his evening rounds. They were getting along far better than she and Malfoy. Despite her pug face, Pansy had an agreeable disposition. She frequently greeted them in the corridors cordially while Malfoy would scowl at them from her side. Hermione found the girl to be quite pleasant and enjoyed her company when she was around. Only a handful of students had returned for their eighth year and they were all often in the same classes.
    Hermione was in Advanced Herbology looking for worms to add to her Devil’s Snare pot when Pansy placed her spade and tray next to hers. She could hear Ron and Harry arguing over the size pot they would need.
    “He’s not usually so touchy,” Pansy said.
    “Who?”
    “Draco. I know he gives you a hard time.”
    “I’m used to it,” she responded, pulling a pink worm from the soil bucket.
    “He just needs to get laid,” Pansy sighed. “He’s much more agreeable when he does.” Hermione gave her a side look.
    “Aren’t you his girlfriend?” she asked.
    “God, no. He drives me crazy.”
    Pansy used her gloved hand to rake through the soil as she peered into the tub. A spider crawled out and both girls jumped back. Pansy nudged her.
    “Get it out,” she whispered. Hermione looked at her incredulously.
    “I’m not touching it!”
    “Draco! Come get this spider out,” Pansy yelled. He rolled his eyes and picked up her spade.
    “It’s just a spider,” he said to her. He glanced at Hermione. “You too?” He went to place the spider on a vine behind the tub.
    “Not there!” they both yelled, stopping him mid-movement. He glared at them.
    “Put it outside,” Pansy told him. He was grumbling to himself when he gave Pansy back her spade. They more carefully dug through the dirt box. “I know that you and Weasley aren’t a thing anymore.”
“He also drives me crazy,” Hermione responded.
“See, you understand.” Pansy giggled and nudged her again.
“What are you playing at?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. She didn’t know Pansy well, but she knew her well enough.
“I’m just putting it out there.”
“Why don’t you talk to him about it?”
“I have,” Pansy said. “He’s too nice of a guy to approach anyone after everything that’s happened.”
“Are we still talking about Malfoy?” Hermione asked with a skeptical tone.
“He’s a nice guy. You just have to get to know him,” Pansy told her while pulling out a worm. “That is, if he lets you. Just file it away in that big brain of yours. He needs a little something,” she added with a wink. Hermione scoffed.
“Are you asking me to sleep with him?!” Hermione hissed.
“Not asking, just letting you know he’s single.”
“No, you’re letting me know that he’s horny.” She gave Pansy a knowing look with her hand on her hip.
“Yeah,” she shrugged nonchalantly.
“Because that’s what I want to be thinking about when we’re doing rounds!” she whispered, pulling another worm out. “You’re going to have to let someone else know about this insider information because it’s lost on me.”
“I think everyone else is scared of him.”
Hermione watched her dig around and pull out two worms for herself. Pansy looked genuinely sad for her friend. It was the truth. Most people were afraid of him. She stole a look in his direction. He had a serene expression on his face as he planted his Devil’s Snare and patted soil around the roots. She watched him gracefully lean back to avoid being hit with a swinging vine. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to his features, particularly his long fingers and angled cheekbones. She had only ever been with Victor and Ron and she wasn’t planning to add him to her list.
“You’re the perfect candidate,” Pansy continued. “You don’t actually like each other so there’d be no strings attached.”
“He’s a Death Eater.”
“Former Death Eater. I almost became one too and you’re friends with me,” Pansy retorted. Hermione wasn’t sure if she’d call them friends, perhaps more like chummy acquaintances, but she was really beginning to grow on her.
“Even if I wanted to, I highly doubt that he would with me anyway.”
“He would,” Pansy responded quickly with a sly smile. She waited for Pansy to continue, but no explanation came.
“How do you know?” Hermione asked suspiciously. Pansy shrugged.
“Do you own a mirror? I’m pretty sure every guy in the school wants to shag you.”
“So what you’re saying is that if I need a pick-me-up I could choose anyone I want,” Hermione asked with a cheeky smile as she blew hair out of her eyes. “You’re not building your case well.”
“Yes, you could, but you ‘should’ do it with him. You know, if you need a little something.” Pansy counted her worms slowly. “Do you?” she asked quietly.
“Couldn’t we all?” Hermione sighed.
“Well, I’m getting it,” Pansy smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Of course she was. Most girls she knew were getting some one way or another. Ginny and Harry had been going at it since the war ended and Ron slept around more than anyone she knew. Even Neville was hooking up with Hannah Abbot. It made her feel rather inadequate. She wondered if they were the only people who weren’t sleeping around.

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    She had discussed the idea with Ginny and she didn’t like her advice. Ginny had been entirely too receptive of the idea. She was still bristling about it while she waited for Malfoy in the main hall to start their rounds. It was the dead of winter and the stone walls were frigid. The wind swirled flurries of snow outside the windows. Fresh powder had fallen on the path she had asked Hagrid to clear for her midnight runs. She felt his body heat when he stood next to her to look out. She didn’t say anything as she started walking down the hall.
“What are you trying to escape?” he asked after a few moments. His voice startled her in the quiet corridor. They almost never spoke.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I see you run in the middle of the night.”
“I run when I can’t sleep.”
“Every night?”
“It’s not every night.”
“It has been for the last two weeks,” he said. She stopped walking and looked at him.
“Have you been following me?” she asked suspiciously.
“I’ve seen you out my window. I don’t sleep well either.”
He ran his hands roughly through his hair and resumed walking. She hadn’t noticed the dark circles under his eyes until now. She trailed after him and wrapped her robe around her chest with her arms crossed. They turned down a dark corridor, triggering sconces to light.
“Sleeping draught?” she asked.
“Didn’t work.”
“Me either,” she admitted. “Exercise?”
“I fly daily.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Well enough.”
“Have you thought about St. Mungo’s again?”
“I’m not going back,” he said stubbornly. “Would ‘you’ want to go back?”
“No,” she said quietly. She was almost out of ideas.
They walked for some time down dark corridor after dark corridor. They climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower. She shivered and turned around. People would be out of their minds if they were up there in the snow. If they froze to death it served them right, as far as she was concerned. A sharp gust sent her hair flying and a fresh wave of shivers down her spine.
“Fuck, it’s cold.”
“I never thought I’d see a day when you would swear,” he commented, scanning the tower for stray students. “No one’s here. There’d be footprints.” The pristine snow glittered under the moon. He turned back towards the door. “You realize you’re a witch, right?”
“Yes,” she said through chattering teeth. He turned around on the stairs and pointed his wand at her. She recoiled but felt herself warming up. He raised his eyebrows.
“Then use a warming charm.”
They silently traversed the corridors of the dungeons. It was her least favorite part of the castle. Despite the flickering flames, it was always much darker. She often startled herself with wayward shadows.
“Have you tried meditation?” she asked.
“Didn’t work.”
“Warm milk before bed?”
“What’s that supposed to do?” he gave her a skeptical look.
“Drinking it before bed helps some people.” She shrugged. They rounded another dark corner. “Have…” she hesitated.
“Have I what? You’re running out of ideas, aren’t you?” he said irritably. She frowned at him.
“Have you tried having sex?” He slowed to a stop and gave her a quizzical look.
“Sex requires a second party to participate. If you haven’t noticed, people avoid me.”
“For good reason,” she retorted.
“I think you have your answer then,” he said as he started walking. She dug her nails into her palms.
“Do you want to try?” She straightened her spine when he stopped again to look at her. She didn’t know which was worse, getting turned down or if he accepted her offer. He looked confused.
“Try? With you?”
She thought her knees were going to buckle from under her. What had she just done? If he turned her down she would never be able to look him in the eye again and she would hex Pansy to boot. She bit her lip nervously as he looked down at her. Her brain told her to run and not look back.
“No, with the Bloody Baron. Yes, with me,” she snapped, crossing her arms. He stepped closer with a suspicious look.
“Why are you offering?”
“Because I’d rather sleep at night and run during the day. It could be mutually beneficial.”
“You’re putting drinking a glass of warm milk and having sex in the same category?”
“Fine, go try milk and let me know how it goes,” she said irritably, walking away. He pulled her back by her arm.
“Let me kiss you first,” he said. She raised a questioning eyebrow. “You’ve never kissed someone and realized you aren’t compatible?”
“I can tell you right now that we’re not compatible.” He rolled his eyes and pulled her in. He kissed her softly at first. She felt his hands come to her face as he deepened the kiss. She pulled away when she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach. “Well?” she asked.
He kissed her again and she had her answer. She tentatively put her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer. He guided her back to the wall, never breaking their kiss. Torches went out at the furthest ends of the corridor. He moved to her neck as he began to explore. His hands slipped under her jumper and untucked her shirt as she worked on his buttons. She pulled his tie off and dropped it to the floor. Her breath hitched in her throat when he unhooked her bra and palmed her breast. He pulled back to look at her.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She tried not to think about it as she pulled him back to her and kissed him. His thumb grazed her nipple and she gasped. She worked on his belt. He knelt down to pull off her panties and put them in his pocket. He ran his hands up her bare thighs as he stood up, hiking up her skirt in the process. He gave her goosebumps despite his warming charm. She was surprised by his erection. She wasn’t sure what she had thought would happen, but she didn’t know if she would turn him on enough to get him up. She, herself, was plenty wet. It had been a long time and his hands on her felt so good.
He lifted her to him and watched her face as he slowly entered her, waiting for her to adjust. He closed his eyes and groaned when she hooked her ankles behind him and pulled him deeper. She bit his bottom lip softly and kissed him. Their tongues touched as he thrust into her, breathing heavy and erratic. She broke away from him and moaned, leaning her head against the wall. He kissed her neck and she held his head gently in her hands. She ran her fingers through his hair and arched into him as she gasped. She curled back into him and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She moaned softly at each thrust, whispering his name when she came.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Why do you feel so good?” He thrust into her harder and she orgasmed a second time. He covered her mouth with his as she cried out in ecstasy. She held him tightly as her muscles spasmed against him.
“Come for me,” she said, breaking their kiss. His brows furrowed as she met his eyes. He shuddered and orgasmed.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder for a moment before he put her down. They cleaned up and redressed quietly. She looked around.
“Have you seen my…” she looked up and he was holding her panties between two fingers with a smirk. She reached for them and he put them back in his pocket. “Give them back.”
“They’re mine now,” he said with a wicked grin. He stepped closer to her and stroked her cheek. “It turns me on knowing you’ll be walking back to your room with me dripping from you.”
“You’re vile.”
“I’ve been called much worse,” he shrugged. “Most of which have come from you.”
He turned and walked down the hall with her in his wake. Torches relit themselves as they rounded the last corner to the main entrance hall. He looked at her and smirked again. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, beginning to regret her decision. He chuckled as he hooked his hand behind her neck and kissed her.
“Have a good night,” he said as he turned and strolled away.
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    She was looking for a book on water plants when Ginny and Pansy flanked her. Her head snapped from left to right. Both girls had gleefully twinkling eyes.
“I could just kiss you,” Pansy whispered.
“Please don’t.”
“So, how did it happen?” Ginny asked as she inched closer.
“I didn’t know you guys were friends,” she said, looking from girl to girl.
“We weren’t until you and Malfoy…” Ginny started. She hushed her quickly.
“Did he tell you?” she asked, feeling her annoyance rising.
“He’s back to his normal self,” Pansy said, spinning around and leaning back on the shelf. “He didn’t need to tell me and I know it was you.”
“But did he tell you even though you already knew?” she pressed.
    “Don’t get your panties in a twist. He didn’t tell me.”
    She breathed a little more easily. If he wouldn’t even tell Pansy, his best friend, that they had been together then she doubted that he would tell anyone else.
    “He took them anyway,” she grumbled. Pansy gasped.
    “He did?!”
    “What? What does that mean? Why are you so excited?” Ginny asked.
“He only takes them if it was good.”
“Oh my God,” she said, putting her hand over her eyes.
“What did you do to him?” Ginny asked.
“Nothing!”
“Must have been something,” Pansy grinned.
“Are you going to do it again?” Ginny asked.
“I don’t know. Who knows if he’d want to.”
“He wants to,” the girls said at once. She narrowed her eyes at them both.
“So what did you say to get him to do it?” Pansy asked.
“He can’t sleep and neither can I so I suggested it might help us both.”
“Did it?” Ginny asked.
“It did for a few days,” she said with a sigh.
She was half hoping that it wouldn’t. Anyone but Malfoy and she’d be jumping at the idea of having sex on a regular basis. She hadn’t slept so well since before Dumbledore died. Each night after she gradually felt herself waking from nightmares. She had started running in the middle of the night again.
Both girls bounced to repress squeals.
“Why are you guys so happy about this?!”
“Can’t we just be happy for you?” Ginny asked innocently. Hermione squinted her eyes at the ginger. She crossed her arms in front of her and pointed at Ginny.
“You are my best friend,” she said as she turned to Pansy, “and you’re his best friend. None of us have ever gotten along. Ever. What are you guys up to?”
“Nothing really,” Pansy said. “I just want him to be happy again.”
“And you think he’s going to find happiness from me?”
“I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out,” Pansy grinned.
“I’m not a social experiment!” she snapped.
“More like a case study,” Ginny quipped.
“Oh my God, you guys are mad.” She took her book and walked down the aisle. She flipped the book over to read the back cover and collided with someone. He caught her easily as she bounced off of him. She heard the girls snigger behind her. “I’m so sorry,” she started, “oh, it’s you.”
Ginny and Pansy came up behind her. Draco looked from her to them and back again. He squared his stance and crossed his arms over his chest with an unimpressed expression. He raised his eyebrows.
“Really? You told them?”
“I didn’t tell them,” she snapped.
“D- you know I can always tell,” Pansy said. He rolled his eyes and walked away.
“You see? He won’t be finding happiness from me.” Hermione snapped as she turned the opposite way.
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    She waited for him in the main entrance hall, per their usual routine. Freezing rain hit the windows. They had the majority of their classes together, but hadn’t spoken since the library. He stood beside her and looked out the window for a moment before he looked down at her.
    “Did you sleep?” he asked.
    “For a few days,” she replied.
    “Me too.”
    They walked down several corridors before the inevitable happened. He took her hand and pulled her into a dark alcove and kissed her. She didn’t fight him. He took her quickly against the wall in a cascade of orgasms and moans. It was better than the first time. She was less self judgmental and nervous. They straightened themselves quickly and she turned to leave the alcove. He put his hand out to touch her elbow and she looked back. He pulled her back gently and kissed her for a long time. She didn’t notice when the torch lights started to flicker out until they were in total darkness. When she opened her eyes the moon shone dimly through the windows. He kissed her again and had her back up and moaning against the wall. She didn’t care if anyone heard. The lights would come on if someone was approaching.
    Their breathing was labored as the gutteral sounds of sex escaped them. He felt so good in her that she clung to him as he pounded her. She moaned thrust for thrust. He groaned when she orgasmed and cried out. He came in her as her muscles clenched his dick. He kissed her before pulling out. They cleaned up once more and looked at each other in the moonlight. A pregnant silence hung between them. She cleared her throat.
“Ready?” she asked. He nodded and stepped out into the corridor as the torches lit themselves.
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    They spent several of their evening rounds in dark corners and alcoves. Their trysts offered her a few night’s worth of sleep at a time. That night he pulled her into an empty classroom and locked the door. He kissed her gently as he transfigured a desk into a bed.
“Nice work,” she complimented with raised eyebrows.
“I want to see you,” he responded.
“Are you sure?”
Her breath hitched in her throat. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Bellatrix and the war had not been kind. The whole idea of anyone seeing her made her nervous. She enjoyed that she could have him without him seeing her. It was an intimate level of exposure that she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for. She had taken great pains to use the girls showers after everyone had gone to bed and shut her bed curtains tightly when she dressed. She had asked the nurses at St. Mungo’s to charm the scars and burns to fade. Their charms were ineffective on dark magic.
“Of course I’m sure,” he said as he guided her to the bed. “Are you unsure?” he asked after a moment.
“You aunt was…”
“I know what she did,” he cut her off. She nodded and let him loosen her tie.
He kissed her slowly as he disrobed her. She worked on his buttons and tie at the same time, pulling him on top of her with her legs. He leaned back and furrowed a brow at the sight of her with a sigh. He kissed her neck and moved his way down to her breasts, popping off her bra. She held him to her as he sucked on her nipples, arching with a gasp. He kissed each scar as he worked his way down her body. He removed her skirt and kissed her inner thighs. Pulling down her underwear, he tasted her with a moan and buried his mouth in her. He felt glorious. She gripped the fluffy pillows and came with a loud cry. He came up with a triumphant smile and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“You’re far too smug.”
“I like hearing you,” he answered. He picked up his wand and cast a silencing charm on the door.
“What happened to you?” she asked, looking at his own scarred chest. He shrugged and leaned over her to kiss her neck.
“I couldn’t kill Dumbledore,” he said nonchalantly. His lips moved to her clavicle and hand to her breast. She caught sight of his dark mark, but turned her eyes away. She had to remind herself that the war was over. Her fingers trickled down his chest to his belt. She rolled him over and sucked his dick. She watched his head fall back and lips part. He put his fingers in her hair as he came.
His breathing was heavy when he rolled her back over and kissed her neck. His hands didn’t miss any part of her, down to the bend of her knees and curves of her ankles. His kiss was full of passion as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and he entered her. She orgasmed and he inhaled sharply.
“Already?” he asked with a smirk.
He didn’t wait for her answer. He made slow love to her on the transfigured bed in the empty classroom. He whispered sweet nothings as he caressed her ribs. He stroked her cheek and kissed her jawline. She was falling for him hard. She hit orgasm after orgasm until he finally reached his. Their hair was ruffled and sheets were mussed. She didn’t want to let him go once they were done. They redressed slowly and he pulled her back down to the mattress and spooned her.
“Just a few minutes,” he said, breath warm against the back of her neck. She snuggled back against him and closed her eyes.
The belltower rang and she woke with a start. The sconces in the room had flickered out long ago. He was warm against the chilliness of the stone walled classroom. She shook his shoulder to wake him while squinting at her watch.
“We never finished our rounds,” she said frantically.
“Fuck, what time is it?”
“I think it’s almost four,” she said, holding up her watch to squint at it. He lit his wand.
“Seriously, how have you survived this long as a witch?” he asked. She bristled at his smile. He pulled her back down to him.
“Malfoy! We have to go.” He rolled on top of her.
“Why do you call me Malfoy when you speak to me, but Draco when you’re coming for me?” He stroked her cheek and dipped down to kiss the crook of her neck.
“I’m not sure. Habit I guess,” she sighed, hugging him to her. His hand ran down her leg and pulled up her skirt. “Malfoy!”
“Just a quick one,” he promised.
He had her undressed and was in her with much more urgency than the first time. She savored the feel of him as he rocked into her. He was true to his word and had orgasmed quickly. He ran his hands down her body and back up to fondle her breasts.
“Am I the only one who gets to see you like this?” he asked quietly as she dressed. She looked at him while she buttoned her shirt.
“Of course you are.” She straightened her hair and skirt before transfiguring the bed back into a desk. He put his arms around her waist.
“It would have gutted me if you said no.” He nipped her bottom lip and twirled her hair around a finger.
“Do I strike you as the type to sleep around?”
“No,” he laughed, “but I wanted to be sure.” She pulled him down by his tie to kiss him.
“You’re the only one,” she said, walking to the door. “For now,” she added. She laughed at his frown. “I’m just kidding! There’s only you. Let’s go.”
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    She almost screamed when she pulled her drapes back and Ginny was sleeping in her bed. Ginny’s eyes popped open at the scraping of the curtain rod when she snapped it shut.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “I came up to wait for you to get back from your rounds to ask you for help on my Potions essay.” She rubbed her eyes and looked at her watch. “Hermione!”
    “Shh!”
    “It’s almost breakfast! Where have you been?” Ginny whispered. Recognition came to her face as she gasped. “You’ve been with…”
    “Shh!” Hermione shushed again. “It was an accident. We fell asleep.”
    “So what, you’re like a thing now?”
    “Kind of, definitely not publicly.”
    “What do you mean kind of?” Ginny scooted over as Hermione crawled in her bed with her clothes on and closed her eyes. Ginny poked her shoulder. “Don’t go back to sleep. I need to know,” she hissed. Ginny cast a silencing charm around her bed and Hermione sighed.
    “Maybe we might be a thing,” she said into the pillow. “He asked me if he’s the only one and obviously he is.” Ginny shook her shoulder frantically and bounced on the bed. “What? What?!” Hermione sat up in alarm.
    “He’s so into you,” Ginny squealed as she flopped back down.
    “I’m sleeping with a Death Eater, you realize that, right?”
    “Frankly, I don’t care anymore and neither should you.”
    “Really. YOU don’t care who he is.”
    “Okay, I care, but not that much. Ron, Ron will care.”
    “And that’s why it’s not public. EVERYONE will care.” The sun was coming up and she groaned. “I’m so tired.”
    “Well yeah, you just had sex all night,” Ginny laughed with a cheeky grin. Hermione nudged her.
    “Wake me up in 10 minutes.”
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    The sun was edging over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest on a cold Sunday morning. The snow was beginning to melt and birds flitted around hunting for twigs to build their springtime nests. The main entrance hall was stifling compared to the cold outside air. Her fingers and ears were numb, but face flushed as she yanked on a sleeve to take off her layers. Her head was inside her sweatshirt as she was pulling it off when a hand touched her stomach and she screamed. She got the hoodie off and shoved him.
    “Don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me!” He laughed and pulled her close to him into the shadows. “Why are you up so early?”
    “We have practice,” he said, nodding toward his broom leaning on the wall. “Why are you up so early?”
    “I got used to running in the dark.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m sweaty,” she said, pushing him away.
    “Doesn’t bother me.” He pulled her back and kissed her deeply until they heard shuffles of sleepy footsteps. “Have a good day,” he said as he picked up his broom and walked the other direction.
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    She saw it happening in slow motion. She was saying hello to Pansy when Ron bumped into Malfoy. Ron had immediately pushed Malfoy roughly, though he had been at fault. Harry was right by his side when she dragged them both back.
    “Stop it! We’re not children anymore,” she scolded. Both boys yanked their arms away from her and scowled when she lead them away. She cast a frown over her shoulder at Draco as she left.

“You shouldn’t antagonize them,” she said later that night.
“I didn’t run into him! What was I supposed to do about it?” he scoffed. She gave him a sidelong look as they walked down the dark corridor towards the astronomy tower. “Maybe you should talk to them about it instead of me,” he finished irritably.
“I did already and didn’t get anywhere.”
“So why are you asking me?”
“Because I’m fucking you.” He laughed and stopped her on the stairs.
“Let me get this straight. You think because we’re sleeping together that I’ll be nicer to your friends?”
“Yes,” she said frankly, turning around to face him. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” he said with a sigh.
“That’s what I thought,” she grinned. She pulled him to her by the knot of his tie and kissed his neck. He let out a content sound and held her waist.
“I’m just going to avoid them, you know.”
“That will work,” she said with a small bounce. She kissed him and pulled him up the stairs.
“Do you plan on telling them about us?”
“I haven’t figured out how to do it without wands being drawn. Have you told your friends?”
“I haven’t told anyone but Zabini saw me look at you and figured it out.”
“You really do have a terrible poker face.”
“So I’ve been told. They’re going to find out eventually.”
They had reached the top of the stairs and she pulled him to the corner where Harry had hidden. They were in the middle when they heard giggles and quick footsteps. She clutched her underwear in her hand as he buckled his belt and headed to the archway. She hid a laugh when the sixth years caught sight of Malfoy’s frown and prefect badge.
“You should get to bed before we start taking points,” she said from behind him. The sixth years nodded and quickly turned to descend the stairs. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. “No wonder people are scared of you.” She hopped to put her panties back on.
    “Again, I didn’t do anything.”
    “It’s this face of yours,” she said as she stroked his cheek. “You’re always so stern.” She tiptoed to kiss him.
“I can’t help my face.”
“I love it all the same,” she whispered. His eyebrows shot up.
“You love my face?”
“I do,” she said as she kissed him.
“I love yours too.” he told her, pushing her back to the corner. “I don’t know why you bothered putting your underwear back on. I’m just going to take them back off.”
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    It wasn’t their night for evening rounds when he came up behind her in the library. She didn’t turn around when he brushed the hair from her neck and placed a kiss below her ear. His hands rolled over her hips as he pressed his erection against her. They slid possessively over her ribs to her breasts.
    “I need you,” he whispered.
    “Here?” she breathed. One hand had made its way between her legs as the other remained on her breast. She put her book back on the shelf. “Someone’s going to see us.”
    “Let them.”
    “Draco!” she gasped as she spun around. “You can’t be serious.”
    “Term is almost over. Are we going to continue hiding after we leave?” He stroked her bottom lip and kissed her. The same people who were in the school would be out in the wizarding world and she had no intention of breaking things off with him.
    “No, I suppose not, but I don’t want to be the talk of the school either,” she said with a pointed look. He smiled and kissed her again.
    “I’ll take it,” he told her with a smirk, “but I’m taking you now.” He took her hand and lead her to the back of the library where he made good on his word.
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    It was the eve of their departure. She had her back to the Slytherin table when Draco sat down next to her. Ginny’s eyes turned to saucers as she glanced at Ron. The tips of his ears were already turning pink. Hermione blanched.
    “Sod off Malfoy.”
    “I’m not here to speak to you, Weasley,” he said coolly. He turned back to her and began to speak but Ron interrupted.
    “I don’t care who you’re here to talk to. Leave.”
    “Ron,” she said sternly. He sputtered in his fury when she turned back to Draco.
“Is he bullying you?” Ron spat.
“Ronald Weasley! Will you stop! You’re causing a scene,” she hissed.
“What, you do a few rounds together and you’re friends now?!”
“Actually, Ronald, he’s my boyfriend.” The whole hall went silent.
“Oh shit,” she heard him mumble next to her.
“He’s your WHAT?!” Ron screeched.
“You heard me!”
“So did everyone else,” Harry said.
“Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley,” came a sharp voice from behind her. Professor McGonagall surveyed them all. “All of you. In my office now.”
Ginny hooked her arm in Hermione’s with a worried look as they followed McGonagall down the aisle. They both saw Pansy staring at them with her mouth agape. Hermione jerked her head to her and Pansy quickly stood up and fell in line behind them next to Draco. Ron glared at Hermione the whole way to McGonagall’s office. They filed into her office and the door shut automatically behind them.
“I can’t very well put you all in detention on your last day here,” she said, sounding exasperated. “Miss Parkinson, what are you doing here?”
“I was right behind them,” Pansy responded. McGonagall gave her a skeptical look but left it alone.
“Weasley, Potter, Malfoy, are we going to have a problem on the train tomorrow?”
“No ma’am,” Malfoy said.
Harry shook his head and appeared unperturbed, but Ron wouldn’t respond. Hermione crossed her arms and glared at Ron. She clutched her wand in her hand while he glared back at her. Ron’s attention turned to Harry.
“Why aren’t you mad?” he snapped at Harry.
“I suspected it.”
“You did?!” they all said together. Harry’s eyebrows bounced up at all the eyes looking at him. Hermione’s eyes slid to Ginny.
“It wasn’t me!” Ginny said quickly.
“You knew too?!” Ron yelled at her. He rounded on Pansy. “You too?” She nodded. “Why am I the only one who didn’t know?!”
“Because you flip out!” Ginny yelled at her brother.
“You’re my sister and you didn’t tell me?!”
“Believe it or not, Ron, I don’t tell you a lot of stuff,” she snapped. “Harry and I have been dating for over a year, but you’ve been too busy shagging everything in a skirt to notice.” Harry pulled a face and Hermione saw McGonagall shake her head with a sigh.
“Okay, settle down,” she said. “Mr. Weasley, I’m going to ask one more time. Is there going to be a problem on the train tomorrow? Once you’re on the platform you’re under the Ministry’s jurisdiction, but until then, you’re under mine.” She gave him a knowing look.
“No Professor, there won’t be a problem,” Ron grumbled.
McGonagall gave them all a stern look over her glasses and released them. They had barely made it down the spiral staircase and past the gargoyles when all three girls rounded on Ron. Pansy, however, got to him first with a hard slap.
“You weren’t so judgemental last night,” she seethed. Time seemed to slow down as they each comprehended her words.
“What?!” Hermione shrieked. “You just got us in trouble and you’re sleeping with Pansy?!” She charged him and whacked him repeatedly with her school bag until Harry pulled her off.
“Okay, okay,” Draco spoke up, holding out his hands. Hermione looked at him curiously. He had been so silent the entire time that she had almost forgotten he was there. “Potter and Ginny are together. Hermione and I are together. They’re doing, whatever they’re doing.”
“We’re together,” Pansy said with a glare in Ron’s direction.
“Okay, you and Weasley are together. We’re each with someone that someone else is pissed about. I care more about my own relationship than I care about yours, so if you have a problem with it you can fuck off. And if you don’t feel the same way I do, then you don’t deserve to be with your partner anyway. Now, can we just get over it?” He finished by crossing his arms over his chest with an experience perfected scowl.
“Fine,” Ron ground out.
“Fine by me,” Harry said.
“Harry, how did you know we were together?” Hermione asked.
“You smiled at him.”
“That’s it?”
“Yup. When have any of us ever smiled at Malfoy?”
“Potter, you’re sharper than you look,” Draco said. “Now, I actually only came over to ask if we’re supposed to do rounds on our last night. It would be our rotation,” he said, looking at Hermione.
“Yes, we do. McGonagall told me earlier.”
“Okay, then let’s go,” he said, taking her hand. He looked at the group and nodded. “It’s been a pleasure as always, but I’m glad we’re graduating,” he said. “Pans, I’ll see you tomorrow. Can you leave Weasley with these guys?”
“Oh sod off,” she said. He grinned at her as he pulled Hermione away.
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