'M-Malfoy,' she gasped trying to get some air.
'Hush, now 'mione.' He said putting his finger to her lips.
Only two people called her that, Ron and Draco. They loathed each other, but when locked in a passionate embrace they couldn't deny it, they were meant for each other. While he explored every part of her, she explored every part of him. They loved it. All those nights in the room of requirement ignited their passion, their flame.
Intertwined with each other she gasped, he noticed this and made harder motions, she started to moan in a most animalistic fashion. He knew exactly how she liked it.
'Ron doesn't come close to this,' she said as he thrust gently, 'you know how I like it, you know how to please a lady.'
'I know,' he replied grinning, 'I hate calling you mudblood because, well, I don't mean it.'
She quietened, releasing a gentle moan every now and then, his hands finding their way under her skirt, her tops. His hands moved expertly over her body. The pleasure of a woman came first, his came after. After he had released himself from her they switched, her on top. Touching him, made him happy. She kissed him, explored him. He smiled at her, watching her nakedness move over him. She started to touch him there, he liked it, and he moaned softly allowing her to know her job was done. She collapsed on top of him.
They left and went back to their respective common rooms, she couldn't help but smile every time she thought of Malfoy and what they did with each other, how animal like they were.
A few days later:
'Madam Pomfrey?!'
'Yes Miss Granger?'
'I've been sick every morning this week. Could you do a test to see what's wrong with me?'
'Of course, please sit up here.'
Hermione clambered up onto the bed and sat, while Madam Pomfrey took a sample of her blood and mixed it in a potion that would reveal what was wrong. After a few minutes, it turned pink.
'hmm… it's turned pink.'
'pink?'
'yes child, I'll check my medical book.' She pulled a large leather bound book out from her shelf and thumbed through the pages, 'pink, what does that mean? Oh, my!'
'What?'
'I'll take another sample of blood and let you know the results of a more refined test.'
'Okay.'
Hermione hopped off the bed and made her way to defence against the dark arts where Professor Thornton was waiting for the class to arrive. She took her place at the front and pulled all her things out of her bag, wand, books, parchment, quill, and ink. She