AN: So, here's how this works. My original concept for this story has a pretty dark twist. So, if you want to simply read a sweet, loving Dramione lemon, just read the first chapter. If you want to see what my twisted sensibilities created for you, also read chapter 2.

Edit: I was asked to remove the graphic part of this story. PM me if you want to read it.

Hermione Granger gritted her teeth and pointed her wand at Draco Malfoy's stupid blonde head. "Obliviate!" She yelled, reveling in the rush that always followed her using mental magics. Draco's blue eyes went slack and his mouth went slack. In the short moment that followed her putting away her wand, Hermione allowed herself to see Draco's cute lips in that little pout. She smiled at the moment as she waited for his mouth to regain the near-permanent sneer she knew, and loathed, so well.

Before too long, Draco's eyes focused again and the muscle memory drilled into him by his father forced his upper lip into the proper position. "Oh, hello," he drawled, his voice full of confidence tinged with confusion. "Terribly sorry, my dear, but could you possibly tell me where I am?"

Hermione smiled, glad as always that her front teeth were finally a normal size, "Of course, Draco! You're on the seventh floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a very special Room." She held out her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger, it's ever so nice to meet you!"

"Yes, quite," Draco managed a smile and softly took the proffered hand, shaking it daintily. "Terribly nice to meet you." He looked around the Room. "Say, do you see a door in here?"

Hermione's face took on a thoughtful expression. "You know, I don't suppose I do." She gave a cursory look around. "No, it seems there's not."

Draco was looking likewise thoughtful. "That seems...odd. There should be a door, shouldn't there?"

Hermione nodded. "There usually are doors in rooms," she said gravely, "I shall be sure to bring it up with the Room when I get the chance."

Draco looked more confused than ever. Hermione turned away from the boy and walked into the middle of the Room. She glanced back over her shoulder and winked at Draco before snapping her fingers. Suddenly, there was a loveseat right in front of her. She smiled and crooked a finger Draco.

Draco walked over, drawn inexplicably by that crooked finger, and sat down on the loveseat. Hermione plopped down next to him, her smile a bit diminished, but her eyes more intense than ever.

"So, Draco," Hermione began, her voice lower and somehow more intimate than before.

Draco waited for her to continue, but when she did not, piped up himself. "So, I'm Draco, am I?" The girl's intense gaze bobbed slightly. "Right. This will no doubt sound absurd, but I have absolutely no memory of who I am at all." He shook his head. "But you seem to know me." His voice took on a tone of hope. "Would you possibly willing to clue me in as to my identity?"

Hermione's eyes had taken on a look of concern at his confession and she nodded eagerly. "Of course! Well," she glanced away and her face turned ever so slightly red, "I shall do my best."

Draco smiled. What luck! "Thanks ever so much, Hermione Granger-"

The girl across from him held up a hand. "Please, just Hermione."

Draco dipped his head in acquiescence. "Hermione it is, then." He straightened. "Thanks so very much, Hermione. I shall be forever in your debt."

Hermione's eyes flashed. "Oh I doubt that, Draco." She sat back and gestured at their surroundings. "Well, what would you like to know?"

Draco also reclined as best he could against the back and arm of the loveseat. "Well, you mentioned that we're in a school, yes?" She nodded. "Right, let's start there."

Hermione began regaling him with the legends and tales of the school they were lucky enough to attend. She described the Houses and the Founders and that she and Draco were from different Houses. Draco could not help but notice the light in Hermione's eyes as she described the history of this amazing building and he found himself wishing the story would go on longer and longer. Her voice was mesmerizing and his ears could not get enough.

Then she started in on the students and quickly gave him a basic understanding of who was attending the school. She told him that they were in their sixth year, of seven, and that they would be able to graduate the next year. Draco found himself a bit saddened that he would only have a single year to meet and befriend all his new classmates. Well, he thought to himself, I've already had six years, I suppose. Wanting more than that would probably be selfish.

"Well, you've no doubt heard enough of my prattling on and on," Hermione finished with a smile.

Draco quickly shook his head, "No, if there should be more, do go on please!"

Hermione's face again flushed and she quickly looked down. "No, no," she looked up again, her smile ever more dazzling, "That's quite enough." She looked across the room, then, and her face grew pensive. "Wait!" She sat bolt upright suddenly. "You don't know any magic, do you?"

Draco frowned in confusion. "Any what now?"

Hermione drew her wand and pointed away from the loveseat. "Auguamenti!"

Draco's eyes bulged in wonder at the perfect arc of pure water that erupted from the girl's wand. After his mind accepted that his eyes were not lying, he turned his wide eyes back to Hermione. "You're saying I can do that?!"

Hermione nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Of course, you silly boy. This is what we learn here."

Draco nodded, comprehension dawning in his eyes. "Ah, I see." He pulled out his own wand. "So!" He pointed his want out, much the same way as Hermione. "Agua-" he stopped. "What was it again?" he asked, tilting his head.

Hermione laughed, her clear voice ringing in the Room. "It's 'Aguamenti.' Put stress on the first and third syllables."

Draco frowned in confusion, but his mind went back to how Hermione had said it. "Aguamenti!" He cried, pointing his want into the air. Much to his embarrassment, only a pathetic little trickle came out to dribble onto the floor. He looked at Hermione sheepishly. "Sorry."

The girl stood up, obviously trying not to laugh. "You're suffering from amnesia, Draco. Of course it was no good." She pointed her wand at the puddles of water on the Room's carpet. "Scourgify!" she said firmly and, to Draco's continued astonishment, the water disappeared, leaving the carpet as fresh as new.

Hermione held out her empty hand to Draco. "Come here, we need to get your casting back to normal."

Draco took her hand, marveling at its softness for only a moment, and stood next to the witch. She snapped her fingers and the loveseat disappeared. Draco really wanted to know how to do that bit of magic.

For the next long while, Hermione went over countless spells, jinxs, hexes, charms, and curses, spending the right amount of time on each one to make sure that Draco could cast it perfectly. Draco found himself getting the hang of casting and began needing less and less of Hermione's guidance. A couple of spells he could cast perfectly the first time, though he thought he saw a flash of disappointment on Hermione's face when this happened.

"Now, try this one." Hermione held her wand out from her body and said, softly but firmly, "Protego."

Draco could see no change, and he squinted. Ah, there it was, he could just barely see a faint shimmer in between himself and Hermione. "What is that?"

The shimmer disappeared and Hermione grinned. "The Shield Charm. Its use is fairly self-evident, I should think."

Draco nodded. "Ok, here we go." He held his wand out from his body and, copying Hermione's word, "Protego." Nothing happened. Draco repeated himself with a bit more force. "Protego!" Still, nothing. He frowned. "Protego!" he said loudly, frustration clear in his voice. The spell remain obstinate. "Ugh, PROTEGO!" Draco roared, furious at the spell that would not be cast. Nothing happened.

Before he knew was happening, he felt Hermione grab both of his shoulders. He looked into her face. "What's wrong with this spell?!" He asked, breathing heavily.

Hermione pulled him into a strong hug, and the surprise quickly removed his rage. After a moment, he returned the hug.

"It's ok, Draco," came the calming voice, "This is always the hard one." Her hands began making small circles across his back. "Shhh, take deep breaths."

Draco pulled Hermione closer to him and followed her directions. His lungs filled with air and he immediately noticed two mounds of exquisite softness against his air-filled chest. His lungs were filled with the strangely intoxicating scent of almonds mixed with vanilla. The girl in his arms was petite, yet filled his hug completely.

After a moment, Hermione pulled back and looked into Draco's eyes. "Try it again." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and full of meaning that Draco could not quite grasp.

With Hermione holding herself against him, Draco lifted his wand again. Still staring into Hermione's amber eyes, Draco said, "Protego."

The shimmering was there, more opaque than Hermione's had been. Draco saw the happiness and excitement that he felt mirrored in the eyes across from his, the joy mirrored in her smile. Hermione's head darted forward and she kissed Draco quickly on the cheek before pulled back. Draco's felt heat rush to his face, a phenomenon that Hermione also mirrored. The two quickly released each other.

Draco's eyes were wide and his heart was pounding as he wrestled with what had just happened. His body was in turmoil over the ever so light contact Hermione's lips had graced his cheek with. He was sure that his entire torso was blushing like mad, yet he also felt blood beginning to flow towards his crotch.

"D-Draco?" Hermione's tremulous voice interrupted him. "Can we try one more spell?"

Draco looked up at the beautiful witch. "Of course." The deeper tone and calm timbre of his voice was surprising. He smiled. "I'd love to, Hermione."

The girl smiled broadly and clapped her hands. "Ok! Here's the movement." She demonstrated the wave a few times. Draco found it easy enough. "Now, here's the important part of this spell. It pulls from the caster's memories." Her face grew serious. "You have to power the spell with both your magic and your happiest memory. Like this!" She concentrated and waved her wand. "Expecto Patronum!"

Draco was, yet again, astounded at the beauty of her spell-casting. A silvery otter dove out of her wand and began lackadaisically swimming around the room. Whenever the beautiful creature drew near to Draco, he felt a warmth that sunk down past his skin, into the very core of his being. He felt the same as he did when Hermione was hugging him.

Hermione walked over to Draco and stood so close that he could feel her arm softly pressing against his. "Your turn." Her voice was quiet, demure.

Draco knew, somehow, that she had revealed something very important, and deeply personal, to him. He also knew that he had to succeed, he had to honor Hermione's vulnerability. He nodded to her and smiled, trying to wordlessly tell her how much he valued what she had shown him. Draco searched his mind for his happiest memory. As he selected it, he could not help but smile at it, despite its recency. He waved his wand. "Expecto Patronum!"

Draco had expected, given Hermione's warning, that he would have to try several times to get this particular spell. He figured that his wand waving would be off, that his pronunciation would stress the wrong syllables, that his memory would be too weak. What he discovered, halfway through the incantation, was that everything was perfect. That his Expecto Patronum would work just fine.

Sure enough, there was now a brilliant silvery owl soaring around the room, lighting up the rafters with its wholesome glow. It circled the ceiling, oblivious to the two teens gazing in wonder at it. After a lap or two, the owl lazily descended and landed on Hermione's shoulder, its large eyes gazing at the two students quizzically.

Hermione turned to look at Draco and he saw that same ineffable quality that he had heard in her voice not ten minutes ago. He only got a brief moment to consider it before she was kissing him full on the mouth and he was forced to devote him mind to other things.

After a moment both far too brief and unbearably long, Hermione pulled back for air. "What memory did you use?" she asked, her voice breathy and husky.

Strangely, Draco did feel the least bit of flush. He reached out a hand and stroked Hermione's cheek with his thumb. "I thought of your eyes. Your soft eyes during our hug, your bright eyes during your story, your joyous eyes when I finally got Protego." He smiled. "Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." The owl on her shoulder fixed him with what had to be a reproachful glare. He chuckled. "Yes, even prettier than you."

Hermione's eyes were looking a bit wetter than before Draco spoke, and he briefly wondered if he had spoken amiss. Her next kiss quickly reassured him. "Draco?" her voice was quiet and vulnerable.

"Yeah?" he tried his best to match her tone.

"Can I...?" she trailed off, the unasked question burning in her eyes.

"Of course."

Suddenly, Draco felt himself pushing forward to initiate the kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, her hands making themselves apparent on his back. His hands began pulling her closer and closer, and his mouth begged entrance to hers. She quickly granted it. He was suddenly privy to a plethora of new sensations as their tongues fought to grant the other the most pleasure. There was a heat building in Draco and he knew Hermione felt it too. The heat built and built upon itself, both of their hands growing slick with sweat. Draco was suddenly sure that he needed something. He did not know how to articulate his new need, but it made itself undeniably present nonetheless.

Hermione, meanwhile, also felt a similar need and broke the kiss. With one swift motion, she hurled the black robe from herself. Draco's breath caught at the sight of Hermione standing there, the white uniform shirt complete with tie, but only her off-white knickers underneath it. Her skin was white, and he knew that he among the first to behold this sight.

With a boldness he did not knew he had, Draco strode forward and pulled the red and gold tie from her neck with one swift yank. Her breathing caught and he knew he was doing the right thing. Draco moved closer to Hermione and slowly drew her into an embrace. With her eyes glued to his, Draco brought his wand between them and pointed it parallel with the buttons on the shirt.

"Diffindo." Draco whispered.

The spell ripped through Hermione's shirt, and a little of Draco's robe, and Hermione shrugged herself out of it. Draco glanced down between them, seeing the curve of Hermione's breasts for the first time. Her bra matched her knickers and she had the slightest smattering of freckles down her tight midriff.

"You, sir," Hermione's soft, intense voice snapped Draco's eyes back to hers, "Are wearing entirely too many clothes."

-SEX SEX SEX-

Draco gradually became aware of Hermione softly caressing his hair. "Hermione?" His voice was rough from all of his cries. "Can we stay together?" His question was muffled by her breast.

The last thing Draco was conscious of was Hermione saying, "Of course, my love," her voice gentle and caring, "We'll stay together forever."