A/N: I made up my own story on why in the half-blood prince in their first potions class, Hermione stopped and went pink and didn't finish the sentance. Enjoy. :)

My fist punched the air again.

"It's Amortenia!"
"It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask," Said Slughorn, who was looking mighty impressed, and a surge of pride went through me, "but I assume you know what it does?"
"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" I exclaimed.
"Quite right! You recognised, I suppose, by its distinctive mother of pearl sheen?"
"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals" I said enthusiastically "and it's suppose to smell different to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and-"
I turned slightly pink and I did not complete the sentence. I didn't trust my own voice. I almost said 'Draco Malfoy's cologne!'

Harry and Ron were looking confusedly at me, but I was determined not to make eye contact. My eyes sought Draco's and his eyes bored into mine, with that cold appraising look. I looked away.

Draco and I had been meeting in the secluded corridors after hours since the beginning of the year.

"Granger" Malfoy growled, pushing me towards a door pretending to be a wall, he succeeded and now we stood facing each other, not likely to have any interruptions.
"Malfoy, I got your letter, how very descriptive. 'Me. You. Third corridor 6pm. DM.'" I sneered coldly, but secretly I was frightened like hell.
"Don't get any ideas that I've fallen in love with you I have fallen in love with your body. I know you haven't been getting anything off weasel, so I'll give you an outlet for your sexual desires, and I'll have an outlet for mine. Don't tell me the bullshit that you don't have any because we all do." He said nastily.
"You can't make me you know, what if I say I won't do it." I retorted.
"Then I'll tell weasel that you have been cheating on him with me and he would believe me, because deep down he knows I wouldn't filthy up my reputation for no reason, if it wasn't happening." He knew he had me cornered. I sighed and gave up.

He started kissing me ravenously, angrily. Grinding his body into mine, both of us going until exhausted oblivion.

It is good. I admit it. He has a good body, he is good looking. He is a great kisser and it is true, I am getting nothing off Ron. Draco is the sexual side of the relationship and Ron is the emotional side. I know, I am being selfish, and I feel immensely guilty, I can't stop. It's like Draco is my drug.

I managed to get through the rest of the lesson alive, and when I packed up, a note appeared on my desk.

Me. You. Third corridor 6pm. DM.I got a sickening sense of déjà vu and my stomach tightened instinctively. I hurriedly stashed the note away in my bag. I felt giddy with stress. Luckily that was my last class for today.

I didn't attempt to go to the great hall for dinner, because I knew I couldn't eat. I kept pacing around the dorm room, and at ten to six I left. I rushed down to the third corridor, tripping over my own feet. I wasn't watching where I went and I collided into Draco.

"Granger" he sneered.
"Malfoy"
"In here" he said, and then pulled me inside the door/wall.

"You almost gave our position away, you dumb slut!" he shouted at me.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it; please don't tell Ron about us!" I pleaded.

He laughed a mirthless laugh.

"I won't, Princess" he said, saying 'princess' sarcastically. "After all, where would my toy body go then, you would have no reason to stay."
He paused. Suddenly, the truth struck him.
"You're in love with me. You wouldn't smell my scent if it was just lust!" he exclaimed, looking scornfully at me.

"How would you know that was what I was going to say, you are so full of yourself" I said coldly.
"I know legitimens (sp?) Granger, don't think you can fool me" he said lowly, "and your body language pretty much gave it away."

I said nothing. I was trapped in a corner. I just stayed silent, safer for me in the long run.

"Well, I'm not in love with you. I'm in lust with you, and it's always going to stay that way, so don't try and change me." He growled.

His lips crashed down on mine, as they did many nights, and I knew there was no escape. And you know what? I'm not sure I wanted to escape anyway.

A/N: I wrote this one because somebody voted on my poll that they wanted me to write dramione, so I did, If you want me to write a particualar couple, vote on my poll on my profile. :)

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