How? How did this happen? Hermione pondered this very thought as she ate breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron, Harry and Ginny. Well, Ron wasn't eating his breakfast so much as he was shoveling the food into his mouth. And Hermione wasn't eating anything at all. She couldn't manage it when her stomach was in such intense knots.

It was the guilt. The all-consuming guilt that was eating away at her soul.

How could she betray her friends and lie to everyone she cares about? How could she be sleeping with Draco Malfoy, the bouncing ferret?! And how could she slowly let their love affair start to negatively affect her school work and her relationships with her friends?

Ron and Harry might be clueless, but Hermione could tell that Ginny knew something was going on.

It was all Draco's fault! If he hadn't started this whole affair, then none of this would have happened.

But, honestly, how could she ever stay mad at Draco (yes, she was calling him Draco now), with his chiseled chest, structured face, searing silver eyes, and blonde hair. Oh, he just made her so wet. And turned on. And horny.

Oh dear god. She was in the middle of the Great hall and all she wanted was Draco to lie her down on the table and bang her, in front of the entire student body. Her face became flushed as the thought played out in her head. Taking a deep breathe, she pushed her thighs together to try to alleviate the throbbing, hot feeling in her core. How was she going to get through the rest of the day like this?

"You OK Hermione?" Harry asked. "You look a bit flushed. Do you have a fever?"

"PHhee lookths like a thomato" commented Ron, with a mouth full of bacon.

"Oh honestly, Ronald. Will you please not talk with food in your mouth!" Hermione snapped. The last thing she needed was an interrogation from her friends, not when she was in this condition. "And I'm feeling fine."

The mood had suddenly changed. Hermione realized that she may have been a little harsh, so she decided to smooth things over.

"I'm sorry," she finally stated. "I am just stressed with all the work I have going on."

"We understand," sympathized Ginny. "You're taking so many hard classes. And living with Malfoy must not be a walk in the park."

At Malfoy's name, Hermione flushed. God, just the sound of his named turned her on. She hoped no one noticed.

"Speaking of the bouncing ferret, he's blatantly staring at you right now." Ginny said, pointedly glancing over to the Slytherin table. Ron and Harry immediately turned to look where Draco was sititng. Hermione slightly panicked, but tried to play it cool. She couldn't look at him now without melting under his erotic glance. She had to wave it off and pretend that it didn't matter.

"Oh, well I'm sure he's just envisioning the numerous ways that he could kill me in my sleep," she replied, awkwardly laughing at the end. She prayed that they bought it.

"Yeah, well if I didn't know any better, I'd guess that he was undressing you with his eyes." Ginny said. She motioned over to where Draco was sitting, "There's lust in his eyes."

Ron dropped the fork his was using harshly on the plate, resulting in a loud clinking noise. Hermione glanced over to him to see his eyebrows furrowed.

"Ginny, please. We can't stand each other. He's just looking for a new way to torture me."

Curiosity got the best of Hermione, and she finally looked over to where Draco was sitting. Big mistake. The hunger in his eyes was almost enough to send her over the edge. She was transfixed on his strikingly beautiful face. It said it all. I want you.

"He's actually starting to make me feel uncomfortable." Hermione said. "I think I'm going to head over to the library before my first class, get some work done." She sat up and started collecting her books.

"Ok Hermione," Harry replied. "But I don't like the way he's looking at you. Let us know if Malfoy gives you any trouble."

She almost laughed. Harry had NO IDEA the trouble that he was causing her. She thanked him and left, but not before catching Ron's stern, angry gaze.

Hermione was almost at the library, her place of salvation, the only place in the castle where she could think clearly, when she heard someone calling her name.

She had expected Draco to come running after her for a quckie in a closet, but the voice belonged to none other than Ginny Weasley.

"How could you not tell me?" Ginny exclaimed. Her eyes were wide, her expression hard.

"Ginny, what are you talking about?" Hermione responded, faking confusion. She felt like she was going to throw up. This was her worst nightmare.

"Don't play dumb with me. How long did you think you were going to be able to keep this secret from me? Ron and Harry might be clueless, but honestly Hermione, I'm not stupid. How long have you been sleeping with Malfoy?"

Crap. Crap Crap Crap Crap Crap! What could she do now?! Deny it? Ginny would obviously see through that. She had to give her red-headed friend more credit. It was all over now.

"A little over a month," she whispered. This was the first time she was admitting it out loud, and it was overwhelming. She wanted to die.

The next words that came out of Ginny's mouth almost made Hermione fall onto the floor.

"You're seriously the luckiest girl at Hogwarts. I just can't believe it. Tell me everything."

"Wahh, but I….," Hermione stuttered, shocked by her friend's reaction. "I thought that you'd be furious. I just assumed that you would tell me that I'm crazy, and that I should stop this. You actually condone what I'm doing?"

"Well, I'm mad that you didn't tell me, but honestly, I find it kind of exciting. A forbidden romance- a secret relationship. Malfoy is so attractive, and you two kind of compliment each other. You're straight-laced, hard-working and bright. He's laid-back, arrogant and entitled. Plus you're living together, so it was bound to happen."

"Ginny," Hermione said. She was relieved to know that her friend was OK with this. Maybe she could finally talk with someone about what was going on. She needed some advice, but couldn't help but blush talking about these personal details. "I'm way over my head. The sex is great, but I just feel so much guilt about going behind everyone's back. I don't know what to do."

"Well, do you like him?" Ginny casually replied.

Hermione smiled. "Yes, I really do."

"Then you two need to figure out what you're doing. You deserve to be with someone you care about, and if you like him, that's all that matters. Maybe you should become a couple publicly? It might be rough in the beginning, but imagine how nice it will be to not have to sneak around!"

"But what about Harry," she said. "…and Ron."

She had been so sure of her feelings for Ron until her escapades with Malfoy. Now, while she still cares for Ron, her fire and passion for him had significantly dimmed.

"He likes you, you know." Ginny said. "Ron. He's just not man enough to admit it. But honestly, if you're choosing between my brother and Draco Malfoy, would you really pick a boy who can't even chew with his mouth closed?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She had always envisioned herself married to Ron. But now, the only man she could think about is Draco.

"Talk with him," Ginny said. "Let him know how you're feeling."

"When we're together, we honestly don't do much talking." Hermione said, feeling her cheeks blush a full shade darker.

Ginny smirked. "So tell me, is he big?" Giggling ensued between the two girls.

"Ginny!" Hermione couldn't help but be embarrassed. She sighed and said "Very."

The mood had immediately lightened, and she was happy that she had Ginny as a friend

"If he has any cute Slytherin friends, like that Blaise Zabini, feel free to set me up. Nothing will make my parents angrier than if I dated a Slytherin." With that, Ginny hugged Hermione.

"And just be careful. If Harry and Ron catch you, they'll never forgive you."

Hermione nodded. That was her biggest fear.

"This conversation is far from over. I need to hear all the juicy details!" With that, Ginny walked away and Hermione felt like there was a weight lifted off her shoulders. No more hiding, at least not from Ginny.

As Hermione reached for the handle on the door of the library, she felt someone push her into an empty classroom.

"I thought she'd never leave," a voice growled. She was pushed against the wall by none other than Draco Malfoy.

His lips were on hers in a second. Hot, moist and perfect. She could never get enough of his kisses. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Hermione couldn't control the moan that escaped her lips. His hands were everywhere- stroking her thigh, caressing her covered breasts.

When his lips moved to her neck, he sucked on her succulent skin. "Finally…" he moaned. "Let me have you." His voice made her panties even wetter than they were before.

But Hermione needed to be strong, and say what she had to say before she was in too deep. She pushed Draco away, and stared into his face.

"What are you doing? I can't wait anymore…" Draco groaned, he reached for her again, but she stepped away.

"I feel so guilty," she told him. "I don't want to lie to my friends anymore. Didn't you hear what Ginny and I were talking about? You were practically stalking me."

"I couldn't hear what you were saying," he replied. "And I was too busy checking out your ass and mentally fucking you in my head."

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes. Typical man.

"Are you saying that you want to tell everyone that we're, I don't know, what exactly are we doing? Fucking? Sleeping around? Hooking up? I can't take you out anywhere so I guess we're not technically dating?"

"That's just it. I want you to be able to take me out on a date without being afraid of being caught. It's just so much stress," she said.

"Well, I'd love nothing more than to show you off, make all the boy's here jealous," he said. "So, if you want to tell people, then I'm OK with that. But, what will your little Gryffindor friends think when they find out that their little angel has been screwing the big, bad Slytherin?"

"I think I can handle them," she retorted. "The question is, how will your Slytherin's react?"

"With jealousy. You are smoking hot, but they'll have to stay the fuck away from you, because you're mine," Draco said softly, walking toward her and kissing her gently.

"My parents, the Slytherin's and everyone else that gives me shit for dating you because you're not a pure blood, they can go jump off a cliff. I get what I want, and I want you."

Hermione smiled, "Sounds good. Now, I seem to have forgotten what we were doing before this little conversation. Where were we?" she said mischeiveiously.

"Let me refresh your memory," he whispered seductively, pushing her back up against the wall with a hot, searing kiss.

In one swift move, he ripped her school blouse off, causing buttons to fly in every direction. His actions were anxious and impatient.
"What's the hurry, she whispered seductively, gripping on to his shoulders for dear life.

"I've been thinking about this all morning," he groaned. Her bra was off in a flash, and his hands began pinching her rosy pink nipples. She sighed.

"I just wanted to fuck you right there in the Grand Hall. Feel your warm, sweet pussy around me. Hear you scream my name. I want you now!"

"Ahh" Hermione replied. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. Draco trailed a line of kisses down her neck to the area between her breasts before he took her pert nipple and gently sucked it in his mouth. His one hand caressed her other luscious, soft breast while the other hand ran under her skirt, to her smooth, firm ass. This was her heaven.

But she was anxious to feel his skin, and couldn't reach the buttons on his shirt while his hot mouth was licking her breast.

"I need to feel you Draco," she managed to say, despite her ragged breathing. When he straightened up, she moaned at the loss of his touch. She quickly managed to loosen his tie and ripped his shirt off his chest. "Of course you do," he crooned.

Her hands immediately stroked his smooth, chiseled chest. Draco's hands went to her creamy things and moved up to her apple-shapped ass. Hermione took note, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his strong torso.

"I want to fuck you on a desk, you dirty girl," he said, as he walked over to the large table at the front of the classroom. Draco removed her skirt and used his hands to stroke her soft thighs, reaching closer and closer to her core. Hermione sighed, "More, please." He ran a finger along her center through her moist, silk panties before he roughy ripped them off her body. "I want to taste you," he said in a low, seductive voice.

He went to work on her pussy, putting one, then two fingers inside her hot, moist center. Hermione couldn't think straight, and almost screamed when she felt his tongue lick her folds, lapping up her sweet juices. He then used his tongue to lick circles on her sensitive clit. When his tongue plunged inside her, she couldn't help herself. She thrust against his mouth and desparately grabbed at his haird.

"Fuck me, Draco, now" she pleaded. He didn't need to hear it twice. He stopped his administrations to quickly unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his boxers. His large cock sprang to life, pulsing in excitement.

"Hello there," Hermione said, reaching down to stoke his smooth dick. She quickly reach behind to run her nails along his balls. "Get inside me now," she demanded.

Draco took his dick in his hand, and guided it toward her entrance. He teased her sweet folds with the tip of his penis, making Hermione squirm in anticipation. "You're mine," he growled, before he roughly thrust inside her wet, warm heat.

Paradise. Nothing compared to this feeling. His cock stretched her to the max and reached places within her that she didn't even know existed. The friction was intense, and with every thrust Hermione screamed out. He reached out for her breasts, taking the round globes into his warm hands.

"YES YES YES" Hermione screamed. Their sex just kept on getting better and better.

Draco's bit down harshly on her lips, sure to leave bruises and groaned at the feeling of her pussy surrounding his cock. She ran her nails down his back, thrusting back into Draco. Suddenly, his hands then went to her thighs and lifted her leg over his shoulder This new angle was unbelievable. His thrusts, which had been short and fast, became harder and slower. She knew that she wasn't going to last long, as she felt he vaginal walls tighten around her cock.

"OH MY GOD" she screamed, as she came fast and strong. His release happened immediately after hers, as intense and powerful as ever before. He collapsed on top of her, creating a pile of sweaty skin and soft flesh. Their breathing was slowing down to normal, and Hermione reached out to stroke his face.

"I can't get enough of you. Ever," he whispered to her. Hermione learned down to kiss him, replying "same."

Hermione was a smart girl accustomed to thinking logically and using her mind to make decisions. But she couldn't ignore how sweetly he kissed her, how he could make her melt with one glance, how he made her feel special and beautiful. Ginny was right- she deserved to be happy with someone she loved, and yes, she loved him. She was nervous about letting people know about the relationship, but with Draco by her side, she knew that she could do anything. And how sweet it was to be here in this moment with him.