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A/N: Hi guys, here's the second chapter. Kinda short.

Hermione woke up early in the morning, at first confused why she woke up to glaring white walls and not the beige walls of their bedroom. Also, she wondered why she woke up naked, and why her legs (and in between) were sore. She then blushed as she finally remembered the events of the previous night. The two of them arrived at their hotel at Imerovigli. They arrived late in the afternoon, so they enjoyed the view of the setting sun from their veranda, and had a private dinner in their suite. They were able to talk more, and Hermione welcomed the familiarity of arguing and debating with Draco about little, inconsequential things while enjoying the fine taste of Grecian wine. Soon after that, they moved on to…other activities, thus the waking up naked on the bed.

Draco unconsciously pulled her closer to him, so her back was to his chest. He murmured something in his sleep, but did not awake. Hermione turned herself around so she was facing him. She smiled at his sleeping face. She really was lucky—Draco Malfoy was one hell of a handsome man.

"Draco," She called softly.

No response. She spoke louder. "Draco."

"Mmm." He mumbled sleepily.

"Wake up."

"It's too early."

"No, it's not. It's 8:00 already. I want to go out and see the island."

"I want to stay in bed the whole day and have my wicked way with you."

She laughed and hit him playfully on the chest. He sleepily opened one eye. "You violent woman."

"Let's gooo."

"No."

She squirmed. He held her tighter so her face was pressed against his chest. She slyly started nipping and placing kisses on his chest and higher to his neck, nipping and biting at his fair skin. He groaned and rolled them over so he was on top of her.

He buried his head in her neck.

"If you go on with that, I'm really not going to let you out of this bed, however tempting Greece may be." And he started nipping and sucking at her pulse. She moaned as his teeth and tongue did wonderful things to her body. Soon, his hands were wandering down to her breasts and in between her legs. He smiled against her neck as her moans filled the room. "That's right love, say my name."

Then he pushed two fingers inside her and she moaned his name louder and her fingernails raked down his back. "This feels so good."

"You're so wet, love."

Soon, he replaced his two fingers with his hardened cock and began moving in and out of her. He was slow at first, then eventually began moving harder and faster.

"D-Draco..I'm coming," Hermione panted. He moved faster, and when he felt that he was almost ready to combust as well, he told her, "Come with me love, now."

And they both came, her screaming his name to the heavens and him seeing fireworks and stars behind his closed eyes.

Draco collapsed heavily next to Hermione. "It's been too long."

"I forgot how good that felt."

He leaned back up and looked at her incredulously. "You forgot? No one forgets sex with Draco Malfoy!"

Hermione laughed. "I was just kidding. You were great, as always."

He smiled down at her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Alright, come on." He said, getting out of bed and retrieving his boxers from the floor. Hermione sat up. "I thought you wanted to stay in bed the whole day and have your wicked way with me?"

He chuckled and held out a hand to her. "We have all night to do that. Come on, it's time for a shower." He said with a knowing grin.

Laughing, she took his hand and heaved herself off the bed and wrapped the covers around her body.

He led her through their suite to the giant bathroom, where a large bathtub was sitting invitingly in the center of the room. Draco took off his boxers and Hermione released her hold on the covers so they pooled around her legs. The way Draco looked at her made her blush, and soon, he was on her and she was on him, both falling into the now-filled bathtub.

After a really, really long and satisfying bath,-Hermione orgasmed twice- they got dressed and prepared for a day of Greece.

"It's so beautiful here!" Hermione exclaimed as they stopped to enjoy the view of the water.

Draco was looking around. "Everything's so…white."

Hermione laughed and smacked him playfully in the arm. "You could've used another nice description, you know."

He rubbed his arm and pouted at her. "That hurt. You should really stop hitting me, you know. I bruise easily."

She rolled her eyes at him, but had a smile on her face. She looked up at him and her smile grew. The sun made his eyes look brighter and his hair look like a halo on his head. She brought out the camera she borrowed from her mother before they left and focused on Draco looking out into the sea. She found the perfect lighting and squeezed the shutter.

Draco heard the click beside him and looked surprised seeing Hermione with the camera. She shot another picture. "Where did you get that?"

"My mum, I borrowed it before we left."

"How are they?"

"They're doing fine. They want to see you soon, though."

He nodded. "My mum wants to see you as well-says something about planning another ball or something." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm looking forward to talk with her again. It's been a long time since we last visited her in the Manor."

She focused on the view and took a picture.

For the rest of the day, Draco and Hermione walked around the streets of Santorini, with Hermione clicking away with her camera. Even when they were having dinner, Hermione was still taking shots of the view and of the people.

"Could you please put that away? You remind me of that kid—Colin Creevey."

Hermione smiled and finally, finally put the camera back in her bag.

"I can't believe you remember him."

"It was hard not to, with him clicking away the whole time. Once or twice I was sorely tempted to chuck the camera into the lake. He was also one of those who got petrified, yes?"

Hermione nodded and shivered at the memory. "Right, I forgot you got petrified as well." Draco continued.

"Yes, because of that basilisk. Did you know, that Harry Ron and I thought that you were the Heir of Slytherin?"

Draco's eyebrows rose at the information. "Really? And how did you find out that I wasn't?"

Hermione laughed. "It's a pretty cool story, actually. I brewed the Polyjuice potion and Harry and Ron took in the forms of Crabbe, Goyle, and I was supposed to turn into Millicent Bulstrode, but that didn't work out for me."

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"You're going to laugh if I tell you."

"Am I really? Humor me then."

Hermione mumbled something and Draco had to lean forward to hear her with an eyebrow raised. "Pardon?"

She groaned and buried her head in her hands. "Don't make me say it again."

"I didn't understand you that first time."

"I turned into a cat."

"A cat?"

"Well, not all of me, but my face did, and I had cat ears and a tail. I had to spit out fur balls for a week." She said, making a face.

It was very hard not to laugh. Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I told you you were going to laugh."

He couldn't help it; he did—long and hard. "I'm sorry! I could just imagine how you looked! But even more—how you would've felt when you would have actually turned into her!" He said, wiping tears from his eyes and trying yet failing to keep a straight face.

She glared at him and he stopped laughing. "Sorry, love. You were brilliant though—you created the Polyjuice potion when you were just in your second year. Brightest witch in our age." He said, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, I did." She said smugly.

"I never suspected Potter and Weasley, though. Maybe because they were as dense as Crabbe and Goyle at that time."

"Draco!"

"Right, sorry." He said, chuckling. "So how were you able to manage brewing such a difficult potion under all the professors' noses?"

"We were in the abandoned ladies' bathroom; the one Moaning Myrtle was haunting."

"Mmm..Did she really moan all the time?"

"Yes, it was annoying."

"I don't know how moaning could be annoying. You could moan my name the whole night and I'll never tire of it."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Draco! We're in a public place!"

He gave her a smirk. "Moaning Myrtle's not the only one who'll be moaning tonight." He said, as he reached under the table and placed a hand on her thigh, pulling her skirt upward with his hand.

Hermione was flabbergasted. "Not here! People will see!"

"Not they won't." And he was right. The cloth covering the table was draped until the floor, so people couldn't see what Draco was doing under it.

Finally, he reached his goal. He felt her damp knickers and stroked her through the thin material. Hermione fought back a moan. She was red and flustered and didn't have the strength to tell him to stop. "You're so wet." He murmured huskily.

She felt her resolve wearing thin, so with a deep breath, she took his hand away from in between her legs, asked for the check when a waiter attended to them, and when that was done, she pulled Draco roughly up to find a place to apparate back to their hotel room.

Arriving there with a pop, they went up to their suite, Draco following after her, laughing at her rush to get back to their room. Hermione fumbled with the keys as Draco came up behind her and started nipping and sucking her neck. She finally unlocked the door and went in. She was about to head to their bed when Draco pushed her against the closed door and decided to take her then and there. He lifted her as she wrapped her legs around her waist and kissed her passionately and feverishly. He soon shed her dress and unzipped his pants and ripped-rippped!-her knickers and thrust into her. She cried out in ecstasy, and he stumbled across the room, still carrying her, to drop her on the bed, where they made love passionately the rest of the night.

So..what did you guys think? This chapter's really short, but is needed for the plot, of course. This is the first time I've gone this far in writing smut, so how did I do? Please review!