To Hermione, nothing beat falling asleep after a few rounds of awesome sex. Especially if it meant falling asleep on a certain blonde's chest. And good lord did he smell delicious afterwards. It didn't take long for her to doze off, wrapped in his arms.

"Bambi." He whispered.

She groaned.

He shook her gently. "Bambi."

"Stop." She moaned, clutching the covers and keeping her eyes shut tight.

"Come on, time to get up."

She groaned again, tossing over.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder, and she yelped, smacking him across the chest.

"Ow!"

"You bit me!" she growled.

He laughed. "Jesus. You are not a morning person."

"You should know that by now." She grumbled.

He jumped on top of her, kissing her deeply. She squirmed away, wiping her mouth. "Draco! Dammit I haven't washed my face."

He sucked on her neck. "I don't care."

She sighed, giving into him slightly. "What are you so happy about anyway?"

"Well, today's the day."

"That's not something you should be happy about."

"It's his own fault."

"You sort of provoked them."

"I didn't do shit. Other than fuck you." He grinned, sucking on her neck some more. A moan escaped her lips, though she tried to bite it back.

"Goddamnit Draco."

He kissed her cheek. "I won't kill him."

She smacked him with a pillow. "That's not allowed!"

He chuckled. "Ok, ok, calm down."

Hermione sighed, staring up at the ceiling. How had it escalated to all this?

2 weeks ago…

"Can you maybe not read naked?"

She looked up from her book, eyeing him lazily. "I was too tired to get up." She justified.

"Well whose fault is that?"

"Yours, obviously."

He scoffed, climbing onto the bed and sitting on her thighs.

"You're heavy."

"You're distracting."

She looked up from her book again. "You're the one who's distracting me."

"Me? Granger you're in my bed, naked."

She shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He grabbed her book, tossing it aside.

"Hey-"

He sealed her lips with his to shut her up. "I know you're doing this on purpose."

She smiled into his mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He pulled away and pinched her cheeks.

"Dracaw! Stawwp iitt"

He chuckled. "You're so funny when I do this."

She slapped his hand away.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Mmm, just a bit."

"Off we go then!"

Hermione cringed. She wasn't looking forward to seeing the outside world. After Draco so romantically professed his feelings, their life had been rather short from a Nicholas Sparks novel. Take how all of Hogwarts reacted, for example. No, scratch that. Just how Harry and Ron had reacted was enough drama to cover Hogwarts ten times over. She was getting rather tired of having to explain herself every time she happened to run into them.

It was, in a word, awful. They were convinced she was not with him of her own accord. It had gotten out that she had drank a potion, and so of course Harry was completely convinced that she was under some sort of spell.

"How do you think Ron is going to feel about this?"

Yes. Harry Potter had actually said that. It became a rather interesting conversation afterwards.

"Why would I give a flat fuck as to how Ron feels about it? I don't know why he'd care in the first place. He's dating Lavender so it shouldn't-"

"Oh come on, Hermione. Everyone knows he cares about you."

She blinked. "Are you kidding me?"

"Absolutely not!" Harry affirmed.

She shook her head. "Ok, forget Ron. You're supposed to be my best friend. I thought you'd be happy for me."

"It's precisely because I'm your best friend that I can't be happy."

"Harry-"

"Hermione."

She slowly let out an exhale. She was going to lose her patience really soon.

"You can't really be serious about all this." His voice faded, and he looked at her worriedly, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Her face went red and she snapped at him, "Of course not! Just leave me alone!" She quickly rushed away, not wanting to talk about the topic any longer.

Hermione knew this sort of thing was inevitable, but she was starting to get rather irritated with it all. It didn't help that if Harry or Ron happened to pass by when they were together, Draco would pull her into a full out French kiss, no matter where they were. She sighed. He was such a bastard. She really didn't know what she saw in him.

Her heart tumbled. He wasn't always a bastard, though. It was small things, things no one else would notice. In the mornings, he'd kiss her forehead when he thought she was still asleep. He kept the hair ties she left behind on his wrist, and would give them to her when she was frustrated and needed to put her hair up. She bit her lip. Maybe those were stupid things. Or completely average couple things. Hell, how was she supposed to know? But they made her smile nonetheless.

She sighed once more. She couldn't really stay mad at Harry. It was a weird thing to wrap one's head around. She still wasn't fully able to grasp the fact that she and Draco were now a couple. One thing was for sure though, she would not tell anyone how their relationship had started out. The only one who knew about that was Blaise, and that, to Hermione, was cringe-worthy enough.

So things were…weird, now. For lack of a better description. Even Ginny wasn't really talking to her. She got the feeling she sort of resented her for it, though she wasn't sure why.

"They're talking about you, you know." She had said.

"What do you mean?"

"You and him." She spat the words out pretty nastily, and she didn't really talk to Hermione much after that. It made her feel pretty uneasy.

"You're about to find out who your real friends are." Draco told her, once she had explained all that had happened. She tried to agree with him, but she still couldn't fully accept it.

In any case, Luna was treating her the same as always, so that was nice. She was rather looking forward to seeing her, considering Luna was one of the only people that didn't try and question her relationship with Draco. Hermione chewed the inside of her cheeks and finished getting dressed, letting Draco lead her out of the dungeons and up for dinner.

Her heart skipped a few beats as the people they passed in the halls started to whisper and stare. She turned to Draco. "Maybe we shouldn't hold hands."

"Why not?" he said, not looking at her.

She tried to shake free of his hold, "Everyone's always staring. I don't know. Wouldn't it be easier?"

He glared down at her. "I can damn well hold my girlfriend's hand if I want."

Her heart fluttered at that, but she still didn't want people to stare at them.

"Well maybe your girlfriend doesn't want you to hold her hand." She retorted smartly.

"Well maybe your girlfriend doesn't want you to hold her hand," he repeated in an exaggerated high pitch, "Too bad."

She groaned. "I don't sound like that."

He chuckled, "You do."

"I do not!"

"Want me to prove it?" his eyes shimmered, and a smirk flashed onto his face. By now she knew better than to challenge that. She could think of quite a few ways he'd make her voice go up that high, and she didn't want any more attention on them than necessary.

"Forget it. Let's just get dinner over with." She grumbled.

Draco's smirk only grew, and he opened the door to the dining hall for them. She told him she'd see him afterwards, and he waved at her, making his way to the Slytherin table. She began to wonder who was getting more hell over all of this; him or her. The Slytherins were a pretty cool group of people, and none of them really seemed to care. Well, none of the guys. The girls seemed to be pretty pissed at Draco for choosing Hermione.

She tried to clear her head as she made her way to her own table. She found Luna easily, and sat down next to her, smiling.

"Hey, Luna."

"Good evening Hermione." She said sweetly.

They ate mostly in silence, but Hermione didn't mind. It was a nice break from all the pestering and questions she had been getting recently.

"You know," Luna said suddenly, "I don't think I've told you yet, but I think you and Draco make a nice couple. You can really see the love in your relationship."

Hermione nearly choked on her pumpkin juice. "I think 'love' might be too strong a word, Luna."

She hummed thoughtfully, "I don't think so."

Hermione stole a glance of her boyfriend, who was laughing and smacking Blaise on his back. No, no, no. It was way too early to be talking about love. They could hardly stand each other. It was a wonder they were together at all. It definitely wasn't…love. Not yet, at least.

Not yet? Had she thought that? She shook her head. She just wanted everything to play out naturally. Was that too much to ask?

Harry walked over to them, sitting on the opposite end of the table. "Hermione, about Draco…"

She inwardly sighed. Apparently, it was.