AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place at Hogwarts in 7th year, as if the war never happened, with a new, nameless teacher teaching DADA and Slughorn still teaching potions (basically life after book 6 without the war and looking for horcruxes). Ron is still with Lavender, him and Hermione have never dated. I recommend having some knowledge about HP just for understanding of things like the use of the Polyjuice potion etc.

This is my first story and it's a bit, I guess, romantic? The sex scenes are very ~misty and sweet, and not very ~rough, at least for me. I'm hoping to write a Dramione story that's more hardcore after this one, so please review and tell me what you think! I'm especially interested in any opinions on pacing, as I can't tell if it's too slow or rushed. ALL OF MY STORIES REVOLVE AROUND ***CONSENSUAL*** SEXY TIME.

Disclaimer: I only wish I was J.K. Rowling and came up with the characters and spells etc. I am just writing for all the horny girls!

CHAPTER ONE: ON THE TRAIN

A sliver of light hung on the face of Hermione Granger, slowly spreading until her entire face basked in the sunshine. She looked up from her book to the window of the compartment on the Hogwarts Express, then at the two boys sitting in front of her.

"Ron, we should probably patrol for a bit again," Hermione said, her neutral expression forming into a slight wince. Ron was trying to shove an entire cauldron cake into his mouth.

"Mmfph," Ron answered, and taking half a dozen liquorice wands from a bemused Harry, stood up and led the way out of the compartment. Harry grinned to Hermione as she got up to leave, while Ginny strolled into their compartment. The girls shared a quick "hello" before Hermione began to look for Ron, who she was surprised to find had gone off without her.

Busy gathering her thick mane of hair into a messy knot at the top of her head, Hermione barely had time to realize Colin Creevey was leaving his compartment, walking backwards. The arm that was sticking her wand into her hair elbowed Colin in the back of the neck.

Apologizing profusely, Hermione heard a laugh. Draco had appeared in front of her as Colin hurried away, most likely patrolling the train corridor as well. His light blonde hair caught a ray of sunlight and glinted at her in greeting. Instead of it being gelled back the way it usually was, Draco had let his hair grow during the summer and it flopped gently over his forehead. It suited him and with a pang of embarrassment, Hermione was reminded of a male Veela.

"Well?" he drawled, though with a tone that sounded playful rather than cold.

"Well, what?" she said, turning pink.

"I thanked you for doing me a favour, hitting Creevey like that, it saves me a bit of work."

Hermione frowned and her voice was icy as she said, "It was an accident, and you're pathetic."

"Oh, I'm pathetic?" Draco whispered, and leant towards her. His left arm was on the door of the compartment behind her, and she was cornered. Hermione realized then that they were still in the corridor together. She looked behind her through the glass to see if anyone she knew had noticed this but the compartment was filled with a couple of first year girls, chatting animatedly and reading Muggle magazines.

His face still close to hers, Draco continued, "If you think I'm so pathetic you must really be disgusted by Weasley." It was as if saying his name summoned him, as Ron popped up behind them.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, "Where've you- Malfoy what are you doing?" He had noticed Draco's arm in front of Hermione, his body still close to hers.

"Shouldn't you be off, snogging Lavender?" Draco asked in a bored voice. Ron did not answer and instead grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her all the way back to their compartment, Hermione saying nothing and not daring to look back. She was surprised Ron's ears hadn't gone red.