Chapter 2:

Draco was mad. Really mad. He was going to hunt that Potter down, and end his very existence. Harry had gotten his payback, and it had completely humiliated Draco in front of the entire school. He had been doused in water by a mysterious source at lunch time in the great hall, and he knew straight away who it was.

Meanwhile Harry, Ron and Hermione were snickering silently at their table, well, Ron and Harry were, at least. Hermione was looking slightly cross but trying to hide the smile that kept wanting to come up. She could see Draco storming up to them, and preparing to shoot a spell at Harry. She stood up to defend him, but got shot by the spell instead. She got singed by the fire that came out of his wand, and screamed. She was taken to the hospital wing and Draco was taken to the head of his house for punishment.

This was not how it was meant to turn out, Draco thought bitterly later that day, cleaning the great hall for his punishment. He was meant to hit Harry! Though, it gave him more satisfaction to get her instead, as she was the one dating him, and though he'd never admit it, he was jealous of her. That thought didn't make the punishment any easier though.

When Hermione finally left, she was crushed by two teenage boys throwing themselves at her.

"Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, do you need us to teach him another lesson?" Harry added.

She shook her head. "I'm fine, and I don't need you to teach him a lesson, I can do that myself." She huffed. She was perfectly capable of doing things herself, thank you very much, and she didn't need two boys that were infatuated with her to do it for her.

It didn't matter what she said though, they were still going to do it. They already hated him enough, but harming their beloved Hermione was just one step too far.

But first, Harry was going to comfort Hermione, no matter how many times she said she was fine, and he had the perfect idea for it.

Hermione was patrolling the hallways of Hogwarts late at night (as she was a prefect) when surprise surprise she came across Draco, who was also a prefect.

"Well well well if it isn't the little mudblood dating Harry Potter" He sneered.

Hermione got furious. The nerve of this guy, to burn her and insult her, all in the same day. She wanted revenge, so she took her wand out and pointed it at him.

"Well well well," She mimicked, "If it isn't the spoiled little brat who won't admit that he has a huge crush on Harry Potter."

She smirked inwardly as she saw his eyes widen. But it lasted only a second as he started glaring at her. "How dare you accuse me of, of, of that!" He sputtered, trying to act indignant and trying to hide how scared he was. How could she possibly know? He'd tried so hard to hide it.

This time Hermione smirked for real this time and said "Well, you just proved my point. If you didn't have a crush on him, you wouldn't have acted so indignant about it."

Draco didn't have anything to say to that, just stood there opening and closing his mouth. Then, he stormed off, muttering under his breath.

This fed Hermione's ego, once again proving that she was the smartest witch in the school. At least, she was in her mind.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had been watching from around the corner, was stunned. Draco had a crush on him? It boggled his mind. It almost made him not go through with his plan to comfort Hermione, especially since seeing that she didn't need it. But, he really wanted to, and had been looking forward to it all day. So, with that in mind, he walked around the corner and came face to face with his girlfriend.

"Harry! What are you doing out of bed at a time like this! It's 11:55 right now. You could get into trouble."

"I was looking for you" He said.

"What? Why? What happened? Did something happen to Ron?" She was freaking out. Why would he be seeking her out at such a late hour?

"What? No, this has nothing to do with Ron," He said, confused. "I just wanted to see you."

Now Hermione was the one confused. "Why?" She asked, apprehensive. Suddenly, she was pushed up against the wall, with a very enthusiastic Harry attached to her lips. She pushed him away, and looked around them. "Harry! What are you doing! We could get caught!" She whispered to him.

"No we won't" He assured her. "We can always go somewhere else" He winked at her.

"I'm not sure…"

"Oh come on 'Mione, I have the perfect place in mind, where no one will find us."

She still wasn't sure, but decided to follow him anyway. They arrived at the girl's bathroom, and she stopped. Harry tried pulling her with him, but she wouldn't budge.

"Really, Harry, here?" She asked.

"Well, yeah, no one ever comes in here" He said.

"Yeah, because of Moaning Myrtle." She said. "Do you really want her to see?"

Harry made a horrified face at the thought, but then it passed. "Well, no, but I don't think she'd actually watch, and it's the only place people don't go into."

"Fine" She gave in, the want to have a proper make out session overriding her common sense.

They walked in, and chose a random toilet stall and locked the door. As soon as that was done, Hermione was once again pinned against the wall being kissed within an inch of her life. She tried kissing back, to make it not as clumsy, and it worked. It was actually kinda… nice. They continued like this for a while, until she was startled by a tongue probing at her lips, asking for entrance. She debated whether or not she should let it in, but she parted her lips anyway. It started getting very heated, and she swore she could feel something poking her in the leg. She could feel his hands running down her back, and starting to hitch her shirt up. She pulled away suddenly, breathless, and said; "Wait, aren't we going a bit too fast? We've only been dating for two days."

He kissed her neck and said "No, we've been friends for ages so we don't have to wait and get to know each other to see if the other is a good person or not, because we already know. Please, Hermione?" He begged, looking at her with puppy eyes.

She couldn't resist those eyes, so she gave in. "Well, I guess you're right. Ok."

He smiled, and kissed along her jaw. When he got to her ear, he kissed that too and gave it a little bite. She gasped. That felt good. He kissed and nipped along her neck as well, and she kept giving little gasps and moans. He pushed her jacket off onto the floor, and opened her top at the front. Hermione was feeling a little bit apprehensive, but that went away when he pushed off her bra and started to play with her nipples. He took one in his mouth suddenly, making her moan loudly, while he rolled and pinched the other. He could feel her nipples hardening, and smirked around it. He moved his hand downward, into her skirt, and rubbed his finger around a little bit. She moaned loudly in surprise. She rocked her hips into his hand to try to feel that again. He kissed her again while he slipped her skirt and underwear off to make it easier to get to. He moved his hand around a little more, but Hermione decided it wasn't enough and decided to guide his hand down a little more. His fingers slipped inside her easily, as she was very wet, and it surprised him. He hadn't been expecting it to feel like that. It was… odd, but nice at the same time. For Hermione, it was also odd, but it also felt incredible. She was moaning uncontrollably now, not even caring if Moaning Myrtle saw. She needed more. She moved her hand to the bulge in Harry's pants, making him moan. She rubbed it a little bit then moved to unzip it. She was surprised to find he wasn't wearing any underwear. She looked at him questioningly, and he just smiled sheepishly. She looked down at it, and was surprised at how big it was. She hadn't been expecting that. She wondered how it was supposed to fit, and got nervous about continuing.

Harry could sense this, however, and continued moving his finger around inside of her, even adding another finger. This made her forget her worries very quick, and she bucked into his hand again. He kissed her neck again and bit it, sucking on it till a mark appeared. This was getting a bit much for Hermione, who could feel heat pooling around in the bottom of her stomach. She came, suddenly, moaning Harry's name very loudly, so that it echoed around the room. While this was happening she was vaguely aware of Harry removing his hands, and replacing them with something much larger. She felt a smidge of pain, but that was overpowered by the immense pleasure she felt.

Meanwhile, Harry moaned at how good Hermione felt. He had thought it was the perfect time to start, as Hermione was distracted, and what a good idea that was. He nearly came on the spot, so he stayed still while regaining his composure. Once he had done that he started moving. It felt better than anything he could have imagined.

Hermione was enjoying it too. It felt much better than his fingers had. She moved her hand down to rub at her clit, and moaned at how good it felt. It was becoming a bit too much for her, and sent her spiralling into her second orgasm.

The clenching of Hermione's walls around him was too much for him to handle, and came instantly.

They both just stood there, leaning against the wall, panting while coming down from their high. After that had happened, Harry said "We are definitely doing that again."