Shake things up

3rd POV

Hermione enter her dorm through the portrat hole and was meet once again with the sight of the common room she shared with one Slytherin prince: Draco Malfoy. Books were left spread on the coffee table a sleeping Malfoy beside them, his quill lost under the sofa, parchment fallen to the fall. Clearly the man had fallen asleep writing his essay for potions. Hermione gathered the books and stacked them in a neat pile with his parchment and quill on the top. She shock the man.

"Malfoy" she softly spoke. No responce.

"MALFOY" she shouted shaking him awake. Malfoy tumbled of the sofa and knocked his head on the courner of the table, nicking it slightly; causing it to bleed a thick red blood.

"Merlin Granger im awake!" he screamed back at her.

"Sorry, i did try to wake you quietly but you were dead as dawn itself" she replyed to him. Truthfully ever since Malfoy and her were awarded head boy and girl - hence the shared dorm - he had been falling asleep a lot in the common room. She often found herself leaving him to sleep on the uncomfortable sofa in a hope where he would leurn just how horrible it was to wake with a crook in your back. Just like she had during the first week of class as she has stayed up slightly too late reading Household Charms and Spells Volume 3, therefore falling in to a deep sleep only to be woken by a owl tapping at the window.

"Well you could have been less agressive. I could have gotten more than this big gash on my head. I could have died!"

"Oh, shut up you pansy its only a graze. Let me heal it for you." Grabbing her wand she moved toward Malfoy.

"Stop you witch, i'll heal it myself." he quickly grab his own wand from the coffee table and quickly muttered a small healing charm. "What are you doing awake anyway."

"I was just returning from the library actually"

"Oh alright." It did however occur to Draco that he care whether or not she was with Pothead or the Weasel but didn't push the matter further. Over the past month or so he has grown to not completely find Granger disguting but rather enjoyable when supported by the correct discussion. Normally these frequent talks ended in loud arguments over who was the correct one in the situation, ending with one finally giving up their side in an effot to keep peace, unknow to them that its already gone out the window.

"I was just off to bed when i thought its best to wake you, you didn't look to comfy on that sofa." Hermione actully thought he looked quite handsome with his tossed hair and furrowed eyebrows as if he was in deep thought.

"Thanks, it is rather hard and i always get a pain in my neck in the morning."

"No worrys i get too." She suddenly chuckled at the silliness of the sofa. Why hadn't she though of it sooner. With a quick wave of her wand she tranfigured the lumpy sofa into a more comfy and lavish kind with throw pillow littering its surface, making it a much more appealing sitting space.

"What a great idea. Merlin why hadn't I though of that?"

"Because you arn't the greaest witch of our generation i suppose."

"I'd be worried if i was." He quickly throwed a glance at his crouch almost for reasurance.

Her soft giggles filled the room. He could see her beautiful smile light up as if it had been the funnest thing she had herd all day.

"I guess so would i, since your head boy and all" she replied after her laughter slowed.

Draco look at her thinking her laughter was angelic and makes any dull situation bright and meaningfull.

Hermione however stood stuned, did her ears work correctly or was her brain betraying her?

"I said that aloud. Shit." Draco's mind began working on overdrive and made him walk toward her from his spot by the newly transfigured sofa. His body didn't betray him but more pushed him as he grabbed the woman by the arms and pressed his lip against her own. The young woman was shocked at first from the speed of it but didn't pull away then surprising both by push into the man that cluched at her arms. Pulling her arms from his tender touch she wound them around his neck leaning more into the kiss as his tongue gained entrance into her mouth, their tongue's began to battle for domanance. In the mist of their shock the man pulled the woman backed toward the sofa. Once the back of his knees hit the sofa his pulled the woman with him so she was perched on top of him. Gaining some confidence the woman straddled the man their sexes inchs from one another yet still cover and clothed. Both felt the other arousal and increase their own if possible, the sexual tension between the two followed them around in their shadows clinging to one another no stop.

"Definitly not the greatest witch in our generation." she spoke softly as if not to frighten the man beneath her.

He chuckled in return. "Apsalutly not." His hard member was pushing again her lace clad pussy hoping for some kind of friction. And almost as of the woman sensed his need she spoke.

"We need to stop." Her voice was calm and steady yet the man could see her flushed skin, her normal olive tone had turned pink and peachy.

She rose from Draco and turned away from him brushing the wrinkles out of her uniform before turning and glancing at the man still spread out on the sofa. Then with a light goodnight walked up the stairs and into her room leaving the man shocked still.

Draco stood and bond up the stair yet, only stood standing infront of the woman's door hoping she would sneak a peek out and he could catch her it one more swift kiss. To his disappointmennt the shower clicked on and in a wave of disapointment retreated to his own room of green.

Unknowingly to the man the woman stood with her forehead presses against the door for what felt like hours in hope of her griffendoor courage to return. Only to give up in defeat and choose and long hot shower to calm her emotions. To which she had yet to decode for herself.

The next morning approaches and Hermione gather her much needed courage and crept down the stair and out the portrat hole to her much loved Hogwats where Harry and Ron were waiting for her like everymorning so they could head down to breakfast together.

"You alrigh' Hermione?" Ron asked as they began there walk down the second floor corridor towards the stairs.

"Yes Ronald, how about you two?" She replied to the boy. Sudden glimpses of the night before flooded her brain causeing a soft blush to creep over her neck and face.

"Alright" Both boys answer in responce. Silently questioning her rosy hue with a glance to one another. Harry replied to Ron with a soft raise of his eyebrows and a small shrug. They both decided she would approach the subject if need be but its best to be left alone for a short while.

Draco let the woman leave with a whisper as he decided to let her be and catch her later where he could question here. He hoped that she would not turn him away but decided to join in. Be with him. He hope that Granger would realise that he was an actual man unlike Potty or Ginger. But these hope were high and he prayed to the Merlin that she enjoyed his company as much as he had grown to enjoy hers. He wanted more, he grew up spoilt but had grown to cherish the thing most important. He needed people to relies that he was no longer the boy who tried to kill one of the greatest wizards ever but good enough to win the heart of Gryffindor's Golden Girl.

His eagle Keaton broke away his day dream by flying in his room and landing on his perch. He stuck out his leg obediently alerting him to the fact he has received a letter. Draco hopped of his bed and grabbed the letter, hew gave Keaton a treated and the eagle nibbled until his decided it was time to rest. So the bird rest his head and folded his wings drifting into a lulled sleep waiting for his master to need him once again. Draco ripped open the letter to see it was from his father. Lucius had not done well when the war had ended; landed himself in St. Mungo's with a broken memory. His letter with laced with code words all prearranged in Draco's 5th year at Hogwarts. In defiance he threw the letter onto the already growing piles after decided it has no worth. Draco soon went about his day forgetting his awful father and pushing away his thoughts of how is father some what deserved what he got.