A/N: Hey! This is my first fic so I'm a tad nervous. Though I reckon it's about time that I uploaded something, so here we go :) thanks for stopping by.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't happen to be J.K in disguise, so no, I don't own the characters and what not.

As he pulled her body closer to his own, Hermione couldn't help but feel that same overly anxious knot in her stomach that developed every time they found themselves in this situation. She could feel how much he wanted her against her lower abdomen but she felt only a sense of panic. It was ridiculous, it wasn't like he was going to take advantage of her or anything like that, she wasn't frightened of him; she was frightened of her own inadequacy.

As his hand began to drift lower on her body she reflexively backed up. She felt awful, the state she must leave him in every time she pulls away. He groaned slightly in disappointment.

"Ron, I'm really sorry. I just remembered that there's some Ancient Runes homework I need to finish.' she said softly whilst gently stroking his cheek.

Her heart fell as his face did. 'We were making out and you were thinking about Ancient Runes?' he half grinned but the hurt was still in his eyes. She had tried to explain to him that it wasn't that she didn't want him, but that she was afraid of being less than perfect.

'That's not –' she began but he cut her off with a soft kiss.

'It's ok Mione, just go if you need to.' With that he turned and walked up to his dorm, leaving her alone in the Gryffindor common room.

She stood up from the lounge that they had been on and headed out of the portrait hole, reluctantly returning to her own smaller dorm that she shared with the Head Boy. As she walked she tried to think of ways that she could get around her problem. Being the ever studious girl that she was, she had attempted to research how to go about sexual relationships without coming off like a complete naïve klutz. Unfortunately it had not taken her very long to realise what a futile endeavour that was. What she needed was experience. She knew that she shouldn't be worried about Ron judging her; it was just that she knew he had been with Lavender Brown before they had gotten together and whilst they were still friends, Ron had felt it was appropriate to carry on about how great she was in bed.

Hermione shook her head to clear it before she entered her own common room; the last thing she wanted was for her fellow head to notice that something was wrong and bug her about it, most likely in the search for something to mock her about. She was however, unprepared for what she would find upon entering the dorm.

There on the couch in all her glory was Pansy Parkinson furiously bouncing up and down on Draco Malfoy, screaming a string of profanities. Her unnaturally large breasts looking as though they may knock her out and her dark hair clinging to her with sweat. Hermione experienced several emotions in rapid succession, first shock, then disgust, then strangely intrigue and jealousy before finally settling on annoyance. By the time she had processed all this Pansy had unfortunately noticed her presence. Draco must have sensed something had changed - though Hermione wasn't sure how as Pansy hadn't even slowed, let alone ceased her movements - and turned to meet Hermione's eyes, a smirk plastered across his flushed face.

'Enjoying the show mudblood?' Pansy giggled. Draco, whose silver grey eyes had not left Hermione's, suddenly turned back to Pansy, the smirk disappearing.

'Knock it off' he said sternly to her, his strong hands stilling her hips.

'I was just having some fun' she said innocently, trying desperately to grind herself on him. He pushed her off him and both of them stood up. Hermione quickly dropped her eyes to floor and headed towards her room before either of them could notice the blush that crept up on her cheeks. As she reached the stairs that led to her room she heard Draco tell Pansy to leave. She stopped and turned, carefully avoiding looking at either of them and spoke for the first time since entering the dorm. 'Don't stop on account of me' she said sarcastically, 'though if you don't mind Draco, please try to keep this kinds of activities confined to your bedroom.' She turned her back on him and stormed up the stairs slamming her door behind her.

She kicked the edge of her four poster bed not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. She sat down on the edge of her Gryffindor red comforter and kicked off her shoes, massaging her now quite sore toe. The nerve of him she thought to herself, fucking that slut on the lounge that we have to share! She groaned in disgust. She shucked off her uniform and pulled on her green flannel pyjamas, deciding not to think of it again. However when she settled into her bed she couldn't help recalling the image of Pansy riding Draco so confidently. Hermione hated to admit it but she was jealous. That was what she wanted for her and Ron. Her mind wandered to Draco and the way he looked when his eyes met hers whilst under Pansy. In that moment she understood what the appeal of 'Draco Malfoy' was, the way all the other girls spoke about him. She knew about his reputation and at first it had been a pain living with him and his, what you might call, eccentricities. Yet the more she thought about it now the more an idea began to form in her mind. She shook it off and rolled over, but as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that it wouldn't be the last time she contemplated this.

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