A/N: Chapter 3 will pick up more or less where this chapter left off.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Two:

I walked back to my room in a daze. Despite having a million questions about what just happened, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up after a free hours and I couldn't sit still.

Had Draco really meant what he said? If he did, do I care? I don't trust him, but I apparently like him enough to fool around with... Since when? Why was I actually considering having sex with him? Why can't I stop thinking about him now? Why do I want him? More importantly, why does he want me?

I don't understand how he affects me so much. He never has before, not like this.

I slept surprisingly well, only to wake up and be anxious all morning. The sexual education class was next and I had no idea how to act. Malfoy was in my head and I didn't know what to do about it.

As soon as the class started, my eyes kept straying to him. He didn't meet my gaze, but I know that he could feel me watching him. Can't this class be over already?

"Miss Granger, would you mind staying and helping putting the excess materials away? I have to speak with the Headmaster about something." Professor McGonagall asked me.

"Of course, Professor." I told her, before I could stop myself. She was out the door, before I could say anything else. I sighed. I just need to put these away as quickly as possible, and I'll be fine.

"Always the teacher's pet, aren't you, Granger?" Malfoy's voice filled the room. I jumped and almost dropped the materials in my hands.

"Jesus, you scared me." I scolded him. He just smirked at me.

"I wanted to know if you were interested in continuing our lesson." He said, ignoring my outburst.

"Oh," is all I could manage to say. Did I want to? Yes. Should I? No. Will I? I haven't decided.

"We both know that you want to. The question is are you going to?" He breathed, walking closer to me. Hermione Jean Granger, what have you gotten yourself into?

"Not here." I said, of everything else I was thinking.

"Of course not, Granger. Our rooms are the only rooms on our side of the prefect dorms. We could do it there." He suggested. I nodded. Why do I keep agreeing to this? Why do I want him so much?

"We need to ward them, so no one can come in or overhear. I don't want this getting out." I breathed.

"I'm way ahead of you." He agreed. I nodded. Okay. So. We're really doing this. I'M really doing this. Okay.

The walk back to our rooms wasn't awkward, not entirely. I was nervous and I couldn't hide it.

"Relax, Granger. I'm not going to jump you. The only way this is happening, is if you want it, too. I know you're nervous. I'll not going to judge you for that or your inexperience. I'm just as surprised as you are, that I'm enjoying this as much as I have." Malfoy admitted. Did I hear him right? What did he just say?

"I... I didn't think that you would, jump me, I mean. Judging... that seems to be all you do, when it comes to me." I said. He smirked at me, with calculating eyes.

"You're the only one here in this school that challenges me, Granger. If I don't judge you, who will?" He countered. My mind went blank. I didn't know what to say to that. "Who knows? If we were on the same side, we'd be unstoppable."

"There's still time for you to switch." I reminded him.

"Not everything is so black and white. Some of us don't have the luxury of choosing our own sides. Some of us were born into it... Some of us have to do what we do, so our families can live." His voice went grim. Does that mean that he doesn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and be a deatheater? Even if he didn't, would it matter, if he's still being forced into it?

"And some of us fight, so we aren't hunted because of our blood status and so our muggle parents won't be murdered. Nothing is easy." I added.

"I know." Malfoy agreed, quietly. I nodded. He moved closer to me and the gravity of our situation hit. I'm alone with Draco in his room. What am I doing? He touched his lips to mine and it was completely different than it was before. It was softer, more intimate, searching. It was everything I expected Draco not to be.

I kissed him back, timidly. I feel so inexperienced compared to him. He deepened the kiss and his hands raked over my body. It felt like he was trying to consume me and I wanted to let him. He broke the kiss and I panted, trying to catch my breath. He removed his robes and did the same for me. He touched his forehead to mine and my breath caught. He was so tender, I wanted to cry. Who is this man? Did I ever really know him? As different as he is, I know that it doesn't change anything. It can't.

He pulled me against him and started to devour me. I did my best to keep up. His lips moved with tantalizing sinful skill. He's setting me on fire and I want to enjoy the burn. His hands removed the rest of my clothes, before we fell backwards onto his bed. I gasped, surprised by the force. His lips latched onto my neck and so squirmed underneath him. His fingers made their way back to my heat and slid inside with no hesitation. He kept an unforgiving pace. I moaned, trying to comprehend the sensory overload he was putting me through.

"You're so tight." He hissed. His thumb brushed my nub in just the right way and he sent me huddling over the edge. I cried his name as I clenched around him. How is he this good at this? It's unreal.

"Draco, I -" I tried to form a coherent thought, but failed. He nodded, like he understood what I was trying to say, anyway.

"I know, Hermione. Relax, alright? This is going to be different than what we just did, but you should enjoy it all the same." He warned me. I nodded, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He shed his shirt and I found myself wishing that he had shed more. He moved down my body, kissing my skin, as he went. His mouth hovered over my sex and my mouth went dry. If I wasn't self-conscious before, I was now. He spread my legs and I gave me a tentative lick. I gasped. He looked up at me with a smirk. "I love the sounds you make. You're still so innocent. It's refreshing, really." He admitted. I opened my mouth to respond, but he was already continuing his ministrations.

My eyes slammed shut. It was all too much. How do people handle this? I feel like I'm on fire. It's so much better than whatever he did with his hands. I couldn't keep quiet. He was making that impossible.

"If you don't stop holding back, I'm not going to let you come." He warned. My eyes flew open. He chuckled at that. He doubled his efforts and I couldn't have held back, if I tried. I could feel it building and I knew what to expect, this time. It doesn't mean that I was ready. It hit me by surprise and I came with a scream. Draco's name fell from my lips and I tried to stay afloat in reality. "That's more like it."

"You're way too good at that." I panted. He looked at me with a smirk. He's definitely impressed with himself. "What about you?" I asked, before I lost my nerve. I knew that my question had caught him off guard. It's not what he expected me to do… no one would.

"Granger, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you had a dirty streak in you." He mused. I laughed, surprising myself and rolled my eyes.

"Everyone has one. Why would I be any different? If you're so set on teaching me, then teach. I'm ready to learn."