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Hermione arrived back at Gryffindor Tower red-faced and in shock. Had that really just happened? It seemed like a dream now, a very, very good dream. She was surprised to see people still in the common room, although thankfully Harry and Ron had already gone to bed, she didn't think she could deal with them right now. Feeling utterly weary she headed up to her dormitory, and in doing so, happened to glance at the clock. Eleven? She'd only been gone an hour! It had seemed like a lot longer, what with one thing or another.

At the dormitory, Hermione collapsed onto the bed and soon drifted into a troubled sleep.

The next day, Saturday, was a Hogsmeade weekend, so that was where Hermione and her friends were headed. Ron and Harry persisted with their pointless chatter about Quidditch, as they always did, and Hermione's mind was free to wander… but she kept coming back to the bathroom, she just couldn't get it out of her mind. The scene kept replaying itself in front of her eyes… his hand on her breasts, those eyes…

She shook her head to clear her mind, and noticed that they had arrived in Hogsmeade.

"Let's go to Zonko's!" said Harry excitedly. Ron nodded in agreement, but Hermione didn't feel like staring at practical joke junk for half an hour, she was thirsty.

"You guys go ahead," she said, "I'm going to the Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer."

"Well, okay. We'll meet you in a bit." With that they hurried off down the street and Hermione turned into the small inn.

The line for the counter was long, but Hermione waited patiently. Suddenly she heard a very familiar voice in her ear.

"Why hello, Granger. What are you doing here?" Malfoy purred, his hand slipping surreptitiously around her waist.

"Draco! For goodness sake, what are you doing?" Hermione said, anxiously brushing away his hand. "Don't you know this place is packed with Hogwarts students?"

Malfoy pouted, "Now who's worried about their reputation?"

"Look, just, not here, okay?" she looked around nervously.

"Fine!" said Malfoy, "let's go somewhere else then." He turned around and walked out of the door, and Hermione, for reasons she would not admit to herself, followed him.

Malfoy walked down the street to the Hog's Head, and walked in like he went there all the time. Hermione had to admit, it was a good idea. Hogwarts students very rarely frequented the Hog's Head.

Hermione followed Malfoy down to a discreet and very dirty booth and sat down carefully, so she was facing him.

"Well," said Malfoy, running a finger along the grimy table and examining the dust. "Perhaps not the location I would have chosen for our first real date, but you did say you wanted privacy." He grinned sneakily at her, "I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking!" he said, and to make it extra clear what that was, he ran his hand along her thigh under the table.

"Ahem," a gruff voice coughed, and they both looked up at a grey-haired man who was evidently the barman, "we ain't running no charity."

"Pardon me?" said Malfoy acidly.

"You either buy something or get out."

"Friendly place, isn't it?" he smirked, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a Gold Galleon. "Alright, we'll have one Firewhisky, and, what do you want, my dear?"

"Oh, just a Butterbeer, thanks."

The barman grunted, took the gold and returned shortly with the drinks and change.

"You know," said Hermione, "you really oughtn't be drinking that stuff. You're not old enough."

"That's very true," said Malfoy seriously, taking a gulp of Firewhisky. "Do you want some?" he offered.

"No thanks," said Hermione, turning to her Butterbeer.

Malfoy looked at her from across the table, "so, is your plan just to pretend yesterday didn't even happen? I thought you wanted it to be meaningful! I'm sure as Hell not going to forget it."

"Look!" she said angrily. "It's just weird, okay? For as long as I've known you, you've either ignored me or called me names, and now all of a sudden you're coming onto me like Romeo onto Juliet!"

"Who?" Malfoy asked with a puzzled expression.

"Don't worry. It's just… weird."

"But I already told you, Hermione. I was just worried about my reputation."

"And now all of a sudden you don't care?"

"Because I care about you!" he said loudly, then dropped his voice down. "Listen, for the past how-ever-many years that we've spent at Hogwarts I have struggled with my feelings for you, knowing only that they would lead to no good. You do realise, of course, that my entire family would disown me if they had any idea I was talking to you like this. But I've watched you for so long. I can't deny it any longer… I want you, Hermione I'm obsessed with you. I feel like, I feel like I can't breathe without you," he stopped to take a shaky breath.

She felt the same way, she knew that. Every time she saw him, from the first time they met, her heart would pound. At first she thought it was just nerves, because she was afraid what he would say to her, but she later realised that it was because she was attracted to him. She had yearned for that smile, an offered hand that would mean he liked her too, and now it had happened it was unbelievable. All this time she had had to hide her feelings about him from her friends, because she knew that they wouldn't understand. What would Ron call it? "Fraternising with the enemy." But she loved Malfoy's blue eyes, his pale skin, his power and the way he flaunted it, his strength, his voice, Hell, everything about him! Maybe he didn't have all the charm of Lockhart, but he had a definite charm of his own, the charm of the bad boy. He was what was missing in her life, a little bit of evil.

Hermione looked down at her Butterbeer, feeling somewhat uncomfortable from this sudden onrush of emotions.

"I… want you too, Draco," she said slowly, then looked deep into his eyes, "since the first time I saw you. But you already knew that…" It was true, on some hidden level, they had both known.

Draco held her hands in his on the table, and Hermione's heart started pounding and he said, "then why can't we be together?"

"Draco, this is weird."

"No, this is love!" They shared a brief moment before Malfoy joked "or lust, you know, who can tell the difference?"

He grinned at her and she smiled back, moving her hand to his cheek, then she grabbed the Firewhisky and took a deep drink.

"Excellent!" Malfoy said approvingly, then with mock horror, "but Hermione! You're not old enough!"

"That's, uh, very perceptive of you," she grinned back.

He took his drink back and finished it off, then kissed her from across the table. "I wish we were somewhere more private…" he said.

"Yeah, now you know how I felt! So where do you suggest we go?"

"How about… the Prefect's Bathroom?"

"How original!" she smiled, "alright then."

So Hermione and Malfoy left Hogsmeade and walked back to Hogwarts, back to the Prefect's Bathroom.

Once there, Malfoy took Hermione in his arms and spun her around in the air. Hermione shrieked until he put her down, and with her arms around his neck she kissed him passionately, their tongues pressing, testing, tasting each other. Hermione opened her eyes to find Malfoy gazing at her as he fumbled with her uniform. The broke apart and he pulled hers off, then his own. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She could feel his heart pounding against his warm, bare chest which was pressed against hers. She ran her hands through his white-blonde hair, across his hot, pale skin. He reached down and pulled her underwear away, toying with her underneath her soft, downy hair. She moaned as his fingers entered her, and he kissed her again, this time more hungrily, more insistently. He stopped only to let her take a deep shuddering breath, and then she latched herself onto his neck.

Now it was his turn to moan, and in ecstasy his fingers slipped away from her as she sucked and licked the side of his neck. Then she moved down to his chest, suckling his nipple. He laughed breathlessly and she moved yet further down, kneeling and pulling down his black and green satin boxer shorts.

She caressed his thighs and took his hard, yet somehow soft, manhood inside her mouth. She sucked and he moaned. Tired of these reactions, she bit him gently.

"Ouch!" he whispered, then, "no, don't stop!" She stopped and stood up.

He softly bit her ear in retaliation, then pulled off her underwear and threw it aside. He pushed her against the wall again, pinned her to it with his own body. She looked at him, feeling extremely nervous, and he looked back. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he entered into her. She bit her lip to keep from calling out, feeling both pain and pleasure simultaneously. He sighed and pushed further into her until he was completely enveloped, then they moved together, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, until they moved with a pounding rhythm, punctuated by the quiet screams and loud moans that escaped their mouths as they approached climax, then reached it, then…

Malfoy stopped, and Hermione, shaking, clung to him. Their bodies were both glistening with each other's sweat now. Hair stuck to their faces as Malfoy drew out from her. He was shaking too, though less than she. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss with equal tenderness, though still in shock.

Malfoy was tired now, but still had the presence of mind to fill the bathtub with scented water, as they were in no state to see other students. Once it was full he returned to the wall, took Hermione's hand and led her to it. They jumped in together, and Hermione revived. She swam under the water, behind Malfoy, she grabbed his legs and pulled him under.

He rose to the surface sputtering, and she rose in fits of laughter. He chased her across the massive bath, eventually trapping her with both arms and kissing her. They made out for a while, then agreed they should go back to the rest of the world before they were missed. They dried and dressed and left, arm in arm, separating only when they saw other people.

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Hermione understood that Malfoy would not, could not sacrifice his entire family just to be with her in public, and he knew that Harry and Ron, though perhaps a little dense, were still important to Hermione. So it was silently agreed that their relationship would remain a secret from the world. To the public's prying eyes they were as rude to each other as ever – nothing had changed. For the rest of their years at Hogwarts, neither Ron, Harry, the Malfoys, nor anyone for that matter, had the slightest notion of what had gone on, and what continued to go in from that day onwards, in the Prefect's Bathroom.

A/N. :P tadaa! I suppose I could have drawn out the whole "does she like me or not" stuff, but I have no patience for that kinda indecision. So, this was just more porn without plot. If you liked it, and maybe want more, then please review and I can add a few more escapades if enough people are interested. If you want something that isn't just porn, but still has Draco/Hermione action, then please review, then check out my next story, which will come out in January 2004 – it actually has a storyline!!!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the Prefect's Bathroom.