A/N: Well, here it is. I thought you people'll like it :
Hermione stirred and awoke, finding an arm draped across her waist yet again. She rubbed her eyes as discreetly as she could and stifled a yawn; she didn't want to wake up her companion. She looked at him, and watched in great interest as his chest heaved slowly with his breathing. How fair was it that his hair was such a platinum silver that it almost seemed white?
She brushed his hair out of his face gently and looked on in great fascination. His lips were pink and a bit swollen, prior to their little kissing fest a little earlier just now. Or was it just now? Hermione wondered as she thought of the time she spent here. She spent her time sleeping, then they —Her train of thought was disrupted as she felt a flush of pleasure pass through her body as she recalled what had happened between her and Draco. He admitted his feelings for her in a frenzy of passionate ardor. He loved her.
He said he loved her, when he had his mind right, he did. She smiled to herself again, before reveling in the feeling of his moaning her name, pleading. She chuckled lightly, Malfoys never pleaded. Not to any of her knowledge anyway. But he did plead with her. His exact words were exactly 'Please, Hermione. Fucking please, I beg of you.' If she remembered properly. And her memory had never failed her.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he opened his eyes. She found herself being entranced by their silver depths.
'Hello.' He murmured, rubbing his eyes slightly. Hermione's heart almost stopped at the view. He was so child-like, but such a pretty face. She couldn't stop herself. She brushed his face with her fingers.
'Hello to you too.' She cooed.
'What time is it?' he asked, still groggy looking.
'I was just about to ask you that.' She replied, sitting up, but as she did, the covers fell away and her body was left exposed.
'I remember these.' Draco grinned as he sucked lightly on her nipple. She buried her fingers in his soft hair as he pushed her down (gently) and continued his assault. A moan escaped her lips as he skimmed her bare skin with his teeth, making sure it grazed her, before finally biting down, marking her as his.
'Now you'll never forget me.' He said, as he kissed the spot where there was a red mark, brandishing his teeth marks.
'I don't think I'll be able to even if I tried,' she laughed lightly as he pulled back up, leveling his head with hers. He held her head and brought her lips to his, kissing lightly. She returned his ardor, deepening the kiss.
'Now, now, Hermy, we've got to get back before those besotted friends of yours send out a search party.' Draco said, pulling away slightly. Hermione made a groan of protest but didn't say anything else. Draco laughed lightly; here was Hogwart's best witch, never outsmarted and now she was throwing a kid tantrum in her protest of kisses.
'What's so funny?' she asked, mock angry.
'You.' He simply said and planted a kiss on her lips before getting up, checking the huge grandfather's clock in the corner.
'Blimey, we have only ten minutes to curfew!' he said, looking alarmed. He quickly put on his clothes, and she lay on her side and watched him. 'What're you looking at me for? Hurry and get dressed!' She slipped on her robes, slowly, knowing that he had his eyes on her.
'Stop torturing me...' he mock groaned as he covered his eyes, 'you know if you carried on wearing each bit of cloth so slowly I will just shag you right on the floor and we'll never make it in time for curfew?'
'I wouldn't mind that. But is this Draco Malfoy? The supposed all-time rule-breaker?' Scared of breaking curfew? Hermione asked in faked shock.
'I'm not worried for myself, more for you, Hermy.' Draco said.
'I don't mind being caught, I've faced worse. And I don't recall allowing you to call me Hermy.' Hermione said, although a smile betrayed her supposed annoyance.
'I like 'Hermy'. Your name, its so long, but so unusual. Just perfect for you.' He said, smirking as he crossed the room to her in two strides.
'Just perfect,' he said, looking into her eyes and caressing her arm. Goosebumps erupted.
'Are you implying I'm unusual?' she asked, struggling to remain clear-headed. Draco had quite the effect on her.
'In the best way possible.' He said so softly she almost couldn't catch it.
'Draco, when you said you loved me, did you really—'
'Yes, I did, Hermione. I love you and only you, Hermione Granger or so I've cruelly dubbed 'Mudblood' over the past years to get you to hate me so I could see the reason to stay away from you, seeing how good you are with your hexes. I now apologize sincerely for my constant taunts over the past years, I once again repeat I only did it so as to ensure our distances from each other. Our love is forbidden, you see, but well,' he chuckled in hopes of breaking the tension, 'you're quite a girl. The girl,' he emphasized, 'for me.'
'Wow, Draco... I... I mean, I had no—'
'Idea? Well now you do, and now you know why we have to meet secretly, don't you?' He asked, nuzzling her neck.
'Secretly? You mean, continue? We both deserve better than some clandestine meeting, Draco, you know that. Why can't we just date, openly?' she asked.
'You amuse me, smart one, my father will rot on the spot if he ever found out. Sod him, really, but he does hold most power over my life, I'll do well to not anger him, won't I?' he asked, but Hermione couldn't really think straight, for Draco was really distracting when he did his nuzzling.
'Oh, well, uh...' she finally broke the trance, 'come on, Draco, we've got to go, and stop nuzzling my neck. Not now, anyway, I can't think straight when you do.'
'One more thing, we have to act as per normal, back to our hateful selves,' he paused for effect, 'Granger.'
'But can you stop calling me Mudblood? It's hurtful.' Draco winced at the amount of hurt he heard in her voice. He felt guilty immediately.
'I promise I won't, Hermy.' He pressed his lips to her hand as she smiled in pleasure.
'So, Malfoy, how do we get out of here?' she asked.
'Well, there's a tunnel, connecting this room, to the Slytherin common room, that was how I found it in the first place—'
'But doesn't that mean people can come in here too?' Hermione asked, immediately looking panicked.
'No, I made sure they couldn't. You see, I had cast the Fidelius charm on this room. Not even Crabbe or Goyle know about it. This belongs to the both of us now. Just the two of us.' With his last sentence, Hermione felt a surge of happiness run through her.
'Come on, Granger.' He teased, but smiled. He led her through the tunnel.
'You can Apparate can't you? You can Apparate to your common room now.' He said, as they reached the end of it, waiting to open the door.
'Draco, seriously, does anybody ever read Hogwarts: A History? It's impossible to Apparate or Disapparate within the walls of Hogwarts! You remind me of Harry and Ron, really.' She said, exasperated.
He raised and eyebrow and she immediately added, 'Not that I've shagged them before.' She added silently, 'not when we're sober, anyway.'
'You mean you've slept with them before?' Draco asked, feeling his blood rush to his face in anger.
'We were drunk! It was all Ron's fault, leaving me and Harry alone when he fully knew well we weren't in the right mind.' Hermione added, pleading, after looking at Draco's face, 'Please don't kill Harry.'
'No, I supposed I won't, since you asked so nicely. But Potter'd better watch his arse a bit more carefully, now, wouldn't he?' Draco asked, feeling jealous once again. 'What about Weasley? Aren't you in love with him?' Draco asked.
'I suppose I was. I don't know what it was. Infatuation, maybe, since I don't get to be around boys much, I was schooled in a girls only school before I came to Hogwarts. Sadly. And Ronald, was just this great ball of fun, lovely to be around him, really. If you weren't such a git I might have fallen for you.' She said.
'But you know why I did all those hateful things now, don't you?' He asked, enveloping her in his arms. 'But you've got to go now,' he added, with a trace of disappointment.
'I know.' Hermione said while hugging him back, tightly, trying to drink in as much of his scent, his touch, his skin, and his voice as she could, she had no idea when they could ever meet up again and be this intimate.
'I want to walk you back.' He said.
'You'll be caught. I won't allow it. Think of what Snape would say.'
'I don't care what the old bat will say, come on.' He led her through his common room, or dungeon, which was strangely empty. 'Lucky for us,' Draco said, 'we Slytherins are mostly nocturnal people.' He added, 'for pleasure.' Hermione felt her cheeks redden.
They weaved in and out of students in corridors, hand in hand, until they finally reached the Fat Lady portrait.
'So, here we are.' Draco said finally.
'Yeah, here we are...' she said, awkwardly, looking down at her toes.
Before she knew what was happening, Draco pulled her forward and raised her lips to his to give her one of the best kisses he had given her so far; soft, yet needy with passion, and just enough tongue to get her giddy.
'See you around, Hermy.' He winked and he was gone.
Hermione sank against the wall, its coolness calmed her as she felt heat radiate of her cheek. She fanned herself.
'Ooh! Quite the late scandalous meeting, isn't it?' the Fat Lady squealed in excitement.
Hermione blushed instantly, grinning to herself, 'Yes, quite.' She replied, knowing that the Fat Lady would keep it a secret, judging from her look. 'Rememberall.' She said as the portrait tipped forward to give her entry. She smiled gratefully to the Fat Lady, who returned her with a motherly smile, before entering the Common Room.
'HERMIONE! THERE YOU ARE!' Harry rushed forward and hugged her with such force he almost knocked her down.
'Have you any idea how worried I was? We heard that you ran straight into the Forbidden Forest! What were you thinking, running headlong to danger? I know I'm barely in the position to comment, judging from our past journeys but you ran, right in there! Defenseless! Were you thinking?' he spluttered, not caring if the other girls were shooting Hermione hateful yet envious glares.
'Harry, I'm fine! Honestly! Never better, actually.' Hermione felt herself grinning as she hugged him back. They had never spoke of that night ever again but they were still friends. Best friends.
'Are you sure? How about a trip to Madam Pomfrey?' He pulled back, now checking for any injury. Hermione laughed at the amount of concern that clouded his emerald eyes.
'Harry! Honestly!' She laughed embarrassedly. Now everyone in the room was looking at her. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell Harry about Draco. She decided she shouldn't. Not now.
'Where have you been?' He asked, leading her to the fireplace, where there were two empty chairs.
'A place.' She answered simply, thinking back to the room and felt an excited shiver making its way down form her head to her toes.
'Hermione, this is serious! You disappeared from this morning, till now. Now, Hermione, as in, 11? At night?' she could hear the worry in his voice and now felt guilty instead.
'Sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to. I just... Ron, I mean, look at them... I can only ensure you that I was well taken care of in the forest, I wasn't injured, whatsoever. I can't say anymore, I promised that my lips would be sealed.' She said.
'Sealed? Come on, Hermione, we've been through this much... You can tell me.' She knew he was making reference to that night as well. True, they'd known each other since their First Year and had faced all (well, almost all, taking into account that Hermione was Petrified when he and Ron fought the Basilisk) of Harry's adventures together. Including that night.
'Shut up, Harry, I'm not saying anymore. Where is the King of Snogging anyway?' she asked, changing the subject.
'Still looking for you. I told him that Filch would be pissed, him being out after curfew, but he didn't care. Come to think of it, I'd better tell him that you've gotten back.' He said, taking out his wand. Hermione put her hand over his.
'I don't think so.' She smirked.
'Yeah, I guess he deserves it.' He admitted, putting his wand back in his coat. Hermione's smirk progressed from a smirk to a jaw-breaking grin.
'Harry, I don't think I can tell you anything, not now, but I'll let you know one thing, I'm just bursting from happiness!' She laughed as she punched her fists in the air. Her surrounding fellow Gryffindors looked at her, amused.
Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a while.
'Stop scrutinizing me!' She laughed again, play-pushing him away.
'Alright, so who exactly, did you shag?' he asked finally. Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Harry, flustered.
'Me? Shag? I have no idea what you're talking about.' She replied, suddenly taking great interest in her nails.
'Oh come of it, Hermione, I know that glow. That after-shag glow. Don't lie to me, I'd know.' Harry pressed on.
'And how would you know?' Hermione asked, desperately looking for a change of subject.
'I—Well, never mind that! Come on, Hermione, you can tell me.' Harry pleaded, his eyes shining with curiosity. Hermione laughed, Harry looked so adorably child-like right now!
'You won't believe me if I did, Harry, and I said, I've sworn to secrecy!' she said.
'Come on, Ninny.' He pushed her, using the nickname Ron and him had came up with after the Krum incident. Krum had no idea how to pronounce her name and ended up calling her 'Herm-Own-Ninny'.
'Shut up, Potty.' She retorted and immediately regretted it as she felt Harry's fingers tickle her undersides.
'Stop, Harry! Stop it!' She managed between giggles, 'Hair-ee!' She squealed.
'Tell me who it is, and I will!" he pressed on, laughing as well.
At that very moment, Ron decided to burst through the portrait.
'BLOODY HELL, I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR HER. Grawp might have eaten her or something, stupid git. Or maybe a Centaur shot her...' he yelled as he slammed the portrait shut, clearly annoyed, when his gaze fell on Hermione and Harry in their tickling fiasco and his voice turned woolly and he stopped talking, so did Hermione and Harry straighten. Harry looked at him with guilt, while Hermione's eyes remained impassive.
'Well, I see you've found her, Harry.' His voice had an edge to it and Harry knew he was going to get it tonight; he could already imagine Ron yelling at him at the top of his voice, yelling all the swear words Fred and George had taught him.
'Er, yes, well, no, she sort of just walked in here.' The entire room's eyes were on them now. Harry gulped. He hated being in the middle of his friends.
'Well, now, good night, Harry.' She bent down and kissed the still-sitting Harry on the cheek. She walked past a gasping Ron without so much as glancing at him, and started for the stairs.