Okay loves, this is my peace offering while my other story is being remastered. This is a oneshot right now, but I might make it longer if hear good things. Also, its my first attempt at a lemon, so be nice.

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Hermione lifted her head off the oddly hard pillow, looking around her. Why wasn't she in her bed? The entire world around her was white, save for a pale chest that she had apparently been lying on. She pushed herself up a little more, and someone's hand slid off her back, landing with a thud on the floor. She looked around as the sheet slid off her head, realising she was in the living area of the dormitory she shared with Malfoy, now that they were head boy and girl. Malfoy… She looked around, finally focusing on her previous night's pillow. Memories came flooding back to her, making her groan in a mix of humiliation and anger.

"Granger, when are you going to be done with that? I want to go bother some first years." She looked up from her essay to glare at Draco. She was surrounded by massive books on random dark arts, and was only about halfway through the 6 foot essay she had to write.

"You're a big ferret, I'm sure you can go abuse your power by yourself." She went back to her work, becoming so immersed she didn't notice him beside her until he stole her quill. "Hay! Give that back you jerk!"

"I told you not to call me a ferret." He smirked, holding it away as she grabbed wildly for it.

"Give it!" She growled, jumping at him. He dodged, smirking wider. "Come oooOOOooon" She whined, looking pleadingly at him.

"No chance bookworm." Hermione scowled at him.

"You want to see a bookworm?" She growled, grabbing one of the huge books from the table.

"Don't you dare Granger." He said, suddenly looking worried.

"Oh I dare Malfoy. Give me my quill."

"Never!" He yelled, vaulting one of the sofas and running off. Hermione flung the book at him with all her might. It hit his shoulder hard. He stopped, grabbing his shoulder and swearing. Hermione took the opportunity to run over and make a grab for the quill, but he just managed to hold it out of reach. Hermione looked at him for a second, before tackling him to the ground, straddling him and using one hand to pin his hands above his head while the other grabbed the feather triumphantly.

"Ha! Eat that ferret!" She said, letting go of his wrists and going to get off, but Draco suddenly switched their positions, so he was now straddling the shocked girl, her arms pinned above her head. The quill rolled off in another direction as he lent down, closing his eyes and using his other hand to keep her head facing him. Hermione was too shocked to move when his lips connected with hers. For some odd reason they had a bed sheet out in the room, so with clothes discarded and that over them, Draco's hands wandered over her bare body as if he was trying to memorize every curve. Her soft moans were enough encouragement enough for him to continue his actions. He crashed their lips together, letting one hand wonder down to her most sensitive area. She let out a delicious gasp as one of his fingers began rubbing gently on her clit. "Oh Malfoy." She moaned, arms leaping around his neck.

"That's not my name Granger." He murmured against her neck, which he had taken to kissing. "Scream it out Granger." She gasped again as he slid a finger inside her, using his thumb to keep working on the little bundle of nerves. He was moving tortuously, taking in every moan he caused to erupt from the girl as he added more fingers.

"Stop…teasing me." She panted, gripping his shoulders tightly.

"If you insist." He smirked, repositioning himself over her. He placed his tip near her entrance, then looked down, suddenly unsure. "Granger, are you a virgin?" Hermione blushed, shaking her head. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah. A party this last summer got a little out of hand."

"I see." He lent down and kissed her again, slightly irritated that he wasn't the first to have the Gryffindor princess. As he was kissing her he pushed in, causing groans from them both, He set up a fast pace, smirking as her legs wrapped around his waist. "Come on Granger, I want to hear my name." He panted in her ear.

"Oh Draco." She gasped, as one of his hands began playing with her right nipple.

"Louder baby, louder." He breathed, quickening his pace. Soon enough he felt her tighten around him, screaming out his name for all to hear.

"God Draco!" She screamed as she came. With a few more thrusts and a final groan, Draco followed her, collapsing on top of her. After a few minutes of getting their breath back, Draco pulled out of her and switched their positions again so he was lying on the floor with the exhausted witch lying sprawled over him.

"I think we should do this again Granger." He smirked, only receiving a tired 'mmm' in return. He almost tenderly pulled the sheet over them both and wrapped his arms around the small form on him. Hermione snuggled closer, not caring about repercussions at that moment. She was too comfortable for that.

Hermione looked down at a smirking Draco. "Well that was a night I won't forget." He said, the obvious amusement in his voice making Hermione want to hit him.

"Stop smirking."

"Why should I?"

"Because it's annoying."

"So? You just slept with me."

"Shut it ferret face."

"Wrong answer Hermione." She yelped as Draco grabbed her waist, pulling her so she was lying flat on top of him. He then twisted, so he was lying on top of her, balancing on his elbows, smirking even wider.

"You just called me Hermione." She breathed, sounding amazed. He blinked.

"That I did." He confirmed, before leaning down and kissing her on the neck. "But, then again last night you were screaming 'Draco' to the ceiling." She put her hands up onto his chest, glaring at him.

"Wayta ruin the moment."

"It's not gone yet." He smirked, leaning in to kiss her.