"Get out of my way, Granger!" Malfoy barged into Hermione pushing her against the wall of the corridor. She fell hard against the wall, her books and potions supplies spilling down to the ground. She dropped to her knees, looking up, hoping one of her classmates would take pity on her and help her collect her belongings. She sighed as she realized that no one would stop to help and began reaching across the hall to pick up scattered quills and broken ink bottles. She heard hurried footsteps and turned to see her books neatly piled and supplies gathered next to her bag. Sitting on top of the books was a neatly folded note with a small 'x' on the front. She smiled, immediately realizing who it was from. She paused wondering why he'd chosen this method to give her the note before being snapped out of her thoughts by Ron.
"Snape's ready to kill you," Ron bent over gasping for breath, "I ran to get you…"
"I guess that." Hermione stuck her tongue out before rising and walking with her best friend to class.
Hermione smiled at the end of potions class as she reread the note. She quickly tucked it into her pocket before Ron could ask what it was.
"Its just a reminder to take a book back to the library, not that its any of your business." Hermione snapped at Ron's questioning look. He was one of her best friend but he irritated her the way he had to know EVERY little thing that she was doing.
"I want the essay in by next lesson." Snape drawled.
"But sir! That's in two days! You have to be kidding!" Ron moaned. Did Snape expect them to write a six foot essay on the benefits of Wolfbane potion in society by Thursday?
"10 points from Gryffindor and the homework is for tomorrow! Do not speak without permission in my class again, Weasley." Snape smirked at the look of dismay on his students faces. Draco Malfoy hissed a threat as he left the classroom and soon only Hermione, Harry and Ron were left in the classroom.
"We better hurry up if we want to get all our homework finished by tomorrow." Harry said gathering his belongings, and looking at his friends.
"Why did we agree to come back?" Ron groaned. It was the year after Voldemort's death and Harry's year had been asked back to Hogwarts to complete their education. The work load had been immense for the first term and it was beginning to take its toll on the seventh year pupils.
"Well I'm glad we came back. It's a fabulous opportunity. And you should be grateful that they offered you a place. And its your fault we have the essay tomorrow Ronald. Stop complaining about everything and maybe you wouldn't find things so difficult." Hermione huffed, grabbed her books and walked to the door, "I'll see you two later, I'm off to the library." Hermione flicked her curls over her shoulder and quickly climbed the stairs.
"You have to admit, she's hot when she's moody." Ron said grinning at his best friend earning himself a shove into the wall of the potions classroom.
"I need the meeting place. I need the meeting place. I need the meeting place." Hermione walked back and forth in front of the blank wall in a corridor on the seventh floor. She looked up at the door and smiled. Reaching out a hand she stepped forward and turned the handle. She was greeted by the sight of a roaring fire and multiple candles placed around the room. In front of the fire was a pile of huge cushions and a comfy sofa. She smiled, the room of requirement never ceased to amaze her. The note had said 7:30, room of requirement, the usual place. She was happier this year then she'd ever been and it was because of this place, the things that were done here, the things that were said here. She smiled as she sat on the sofa and pulled her knees up to her chest.
The door swung open and in walked the one person who fully understood her, the one person she loved the most in the world, Draco Malfoy.
"Hey, I've missed you." Draco leant down and kissed Hermione on the forehead.
"We were here last night," She smiled, but just as quickly as the smile had appeared, was it replaced with a frown of concern, "What happened to your face?" Hermione gasped in shock as Draco moved his face into the light. The right side of his face was red and the beginning of a large purple bruise was forming.
"Pansy happened," Draco spat, "I refused to go off with her and she punched me."
"Do you remember when I punched you in third year?" Hermione asked, the beginning of a smile playing on her lips.
"That hurt. A lot." Draco smiled.
"It hurt me more, I felt so awful for hurting you." Hermione said with a sad look.
"You know I loved you even then." Malfoy replied with a kiss.
Hermione blushed in the golden light of the fire. It always made her blush when he was so sweet and romantic like that.
"So what was with earlier?" Hermione asked.
"What do you mean?" Draco answered genuinely confused.
"The push into the wall…? Ring any bells?"
" Oh that! Yeah that was an accident," Hermione raised her eyebrow,
"It was! You know I would never hurt you." Draco pulled Hermione to him in a hug, "It was Crabbe's fault anyway, he pushed me and I fell into you."
"It hurt my arm" Hermione said with a pout. She rubbed her left arm in pain earning herself Draco's infamous 'look'.
"Let me kiss it better" Malfoy said with a wink. He leant down and kiss her arm gently.
"It would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing your school robes." Hermione reached up and slowly undid her buttons. Draco's kissed trailed up her arm, along her shoulder and along her collarbone. Hermione shuddered at the pleasant feeling and gasped, Draco was so good.
A few hours later and homework was long forgotten. Hermione lay naked on the floor warm with love for the boy beside her and from the roaring fire.
"I love you," Draco said drawing circles on Hermione's back.
"I love you too."
"Than Weasley?" He asked her teasingly.
"Of course… Oh!" Hermione gasped and sat up. She looked around for clothing running around gathering the clothing that had somehow been scattered across the entire room.
Draco sat up lazily, brushing a hand through his hair. Hermione paused, he was so hot with his hair like that, all messy and fresh from sex.
"What's wrong? Where are you going?"
"I told the boys I'd be back hours ago, I was only 'going to the library'. They'll be so worried." Draco smiled at how considerate she was about her friends feelings.
"See you tomorrow," Hermione leant down to kiss him, and rushed to the door. She grinned as she opened the door and disappeared.
2 months later.
"Hermione?" Draco called out unsure he wanted to hear her answer. Instead of an answer, he was greeted by quiet sobs. "Babe? Are you ok?"
"No," Hermione sobbed, "I feel awful! And I want my mum."
"What's wrong?" When Hermione continued to cry, Draco knelt down and awkwardly put his arm around her shaking shoulders.
"I'm really ill and I don't know why," Hermione leant back against his chest breathing deeply. Draco stroked her cheek gently with his thumb. Hermione was just beginning to calm down when her stomach clenched and she shot up and ran into the toilet cubical. Draco closed his eyes at the sound of retching and crying. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as something dawned on him. He waited until Hermione walked out of the cubical to ask his question.
"When was your last period?"
"why would that matter… oh. SHIT!"