This story is written for close friend Rose Zaki – go check out her stuff. Rose, I hope you enjoy this crap...it shows how much time I have on my hands.

Wet Dreams

"Oh, YES!"
Hermione moaned as he thrusted inside her, throwing her head back in pleasure, her hands wandering all over his naked back. She had never felt so happy in her life. As she felt herself reaching her climax, she knew now was the time to say the thing she'd been itching to say since their first time together.
"Draco, I..."
"Hermione, wake up!"
Jerking awake, Hermione sat up so fast she bumped her head on the ceiling of her four-poster. Rubbing her tired eyes, she looked blearily at the figure sat at the end of the bed.
"Lav, was that really necessary? It's Saturday for fuck's sake."
Hermione kept the bitterness in her voice to a minimum – one more minutes sleep, and she could've been in heaven.
"Hermione, I had to wake you. You were grossing us all out with X-rated sex-dream noises."
Hermione grimaced – it was the second time in three days that it had been mentioned.
"Ah, shit. What did I say this time?"
Lavender looked satisfyingly frustrated.
"Just the usual moaning. Still haven't mentioned the identity."
She muttered something along the lines of I still think its Ron, but Hermione ignored this. Lavender was still sore about the fact that Ron had broken up with her. Hermione knew exactly why, but she was enjoying keeping the gossiping bitch hanging – she'd been happy to ridicule her whenever it suited her, now it was Hermione's turn. She smiled in smug defiance.
"The identity will remain a secret as long as it remains a dream."
Nothing would ever happen between her and Malfoy – she was pretty sure that ferret fucking was a federal offence, never mind just plain wrong. After everything he'd said to her...

...

"MR. MALFOY!"
Draco hastily lifted his head off his arms, and acted as though he hadn't just taken a power-nap in the middle of transfiguration. He became suddenly aware of a wetness in his trousers, and looked down in trepidation. Sure enough, under as close examination as possible in public, he realised that he had in fact jizzed in his pants. Curse that mudblood's tits...
"Sexually frustrated though you are, Mr. Malfoy, could I ask you to keep your fantasies to outside the classroom? Some of us actually take this class seriously, you see."
Thankful that he hadn't got a detention, Draco merely nodded and carried on transfiguring his guinea pig. He didn't understand what was wrong with him, Granger was way below his calibre of wizard – why was he dreaming of taking her boobs between his hands, and...Draco sighed. It had been a reoccurring dream for weeks now. Why could he not keep his thoughts from wandering into her knickers for more than a second? Draco sighed again – he would never understand girls.