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Chapter Three

The waiting was the hardest. Through the rest of potions, then Defence Against the Dark Arts, after that was lunch and then Transfiguration.

Draco's final class for the day was Alchemy. It was a small class of fifteen seventh and eighth year students. This included Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Cho Chang, Padma Patil, Luna Lovegood and Seamus Finnigan, and himself. Draco was a little worried that they would all be disintegrated by one of Finnigan's explosions by the end of the year

The class was relatively simple for Draco though he knew that most of the others struggled with it. Although, on that particular day, it was a very distracting class. He could swear that Hermione was purposely slanting in her chair so that when he looked over he could see up her skirt.

"Finally," He mumbled when Slughorn let them go. He turned left along the corridor in the direction of the Slytherin common room and dorms. As he turned his head in the other direction just for something to do, he happened to look into the classroom that he and Hermione had … used. He stepped in and was only a little shocked by what he saw in there.

"I thought we were doing this in the Gryffindor common rooms!" He exclaimed when determined hands grabbed at his tie and yanked on it so hard that his chin hit his chest. He helped her pull it over his head and started to undo the button on his shirt while she ripped at his trousers.

"Hmm?" Hermione smashed her lips onto his and ran her free hand through his pristine hair. She smiled against his lips when his trousers fell to the floor and he was left exposed to the cold dungeon wind.

He groaned when she wrapped her hands around his length and pushed her back against the exact same desk that they had used last time. She was already nice and naked so he didn't have to undress her, although he wouldn't really have minded if he had to.

"I need you inside me. Now, Draco. NOW!" Her voice was low and needy, her fingers clutched tight on his shoulders as if holding onto him for support. She arched her back and screamed when he slammed into her, unable to control himself.

They both moaned as Draco began slow thrusts in and out. It was on the third stroke that he hit it. Her G-spot. She threw her head back and let out a long shudder, whether out of pain or pleasure Draco wanted to see her do it again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

"Faster, please, please!" Hermione had brought her head up to the crook of where his neck met his shoulder and she let her fingers roam his back as he slammed in faster and faster.

Soon they were both panting and she was screaming his name in ecstasy.

"There, just there. Oh!" She almost blacked out from the force of the orgasm that hit her then. It came crashing over the tall cliffs and swept her up to a new height, one that she didn't even know existed.

Draco came soon after, thrusting in once more then spending himself in her tight depths. He rubbed a hand against her small waist and kissed the top of her head as they both came down from their highs.

"So, off to the Gryffindor Head Girl dorm? Or do you want see the inside of my room again?" He gave her a sly smile and tugged on one of the strands of her frizzy hair.

"Why would we go to my dorms?" She asked as she slid out from under him. She reached for the neatly stacked pile of clothes on one of the surrounding desks. She plucked a white lace bra from the top and pulled it over her arms and onto her body. As she hooked the clip she looked over at Draco. "I mean we can if you want to, I just don't know why you would mention it."

"I mention it because you said it. Earlier today." He had a frown on his face, now, and an accusing finger was pointing at her. He brought it to his chin as if pondering an escaping thought.

"When earlier? Oh, it doesn't matter. We can go to my room if you so desire." She wiggled her eyebrows at him smiled when he came over to do up the buttons on her blouse.

"Uh, sure." He said, sliding one button through it's corresponding hole and then the next. He should just let it go. So she has a bad memory, who cares? He mentally shrugged and focused all his attention on doing up the blouse. He grinned when he purposefully let his fingers brush against the curve of her breast.

That night was spent with unsavoury activities and little sleep. Thankfully no-one seemed to notice the blond slipping out through the door in the wee hours of the morning. Just as they hadn't noticed him the previous night, though how they'd managed that, he had no idea.

He made it back to his dorm room without anyone saying anything about his whereabouts the previous evening, leaving him time to spend a few minutes looking out the door and having a sip of pumpkin juice. He didn't think as he stood there, he just watched.

He watched as each little Slytherin first year ran past his door in neatly pressed uniforms to make it to breakfast on time.

He watched Pansy and Daphne and the rest of those girls walk past and noticed that Daphne gave him a sour look. That was strange. Last Draco knew, he and Daphne had been on good terms. Shrugging, he went back to his observations.

The Great Hall was crowded and as Hermione watched Pansy and co. walk in she was reminded of the encounter the previous day. Not wanting to have the same experience again, she got up and darted out of the room, her back turned to the sounds of astonishment coming from her friends.

"Shit, Her-Granger!" Draco caught himself just in time from saying the young witch's name. With all the people coming and going from the Great Hall, it would have definitely been noticed.

"Merlin, Malfoy! You think you would have grown a pair of eyes by now!" Hermione brushed past him, forcing herself to suppress the grin wanting to burst out upon her face. At least until she was alone, then the laughter bubbled up and she sounded so much like a 'witch' that it could have been called a cackle.

"What you laughin' 'bout, 'ey Granger?" She didn't notice either Crabbe or Goyle until they were almost on top of her. Startled, she turned towards them and then burst into new fits of laughter and the looks of idiocy on their faces.

"She laughin' at us, Goyle?" The dropped Gs of Crabbe's question sent Hermione off even more. Soon she was clutching her belly and bent almost in half.

"Tell your…" She giggled, "Tell Draco that I was wrong; he definitely has eyes!" As she walked away from the stunned idiots, she laughed some more.

"And she called you Draco." Crabbe said his name in a high-pitched voice that one might use as a generic girl voice.

"She did, did she?" Malfoy pushed passed the idiots he called friends and started out towards the Gryffindor common room. Stopping halfway up on of the moving staircases, he realised he didn't know the way.

"Oh, Malfoy. It seems I just can't stop bumping into you today!" Hermione said as she slipped passed him on the stair. Before she could go any further, he had grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him.

"What was with the 'Draco' to Crabbe and Goyle this morning? They may be idiots but they do notice things." He tried to contain his anger, he really did. "What were you thinking?" His whispered words were more frightening than if he had yelled at her.

"I didn't get much sleep last night, or did you already forget?" She hissed back at him, aware of the strange looks that were sent their way.

"Of course I haven't forgotten." He took a step down towards her. "How could you think I could forget?" He twirled a piece of her hair between his fingers.

She slapped his hand away. "Now who's being daft?" She took a step down as well, taking care not trip. "People are going to talk, Draco." She whispered.

"Does that matter? What could they do?" He reached for her hand this time but she took another step away.

"They could do something terrible!" She whispered, though her whispers were becoming louder each time she spoke.

"Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to their leash? I don't think so!" Draco leapt down the stairs now and almost engulfed her in his arms but she slipped through.

"It's been two bloody days! I don't think we're ready for this." She hissed as she turned and ran from him.

"Fine, I won't tell anyone!" He shouted after her retreating form. "Get out of my way!" He shoved through some second years and grimaced when one of them almost fell over.

"What is happening to me? I care when stupid second years almost fall and I'm falling in love with a mudblood." As he said that word, the 'L' word he knew it was true. "Ah, bollocks!"

I know, I know. This chapter was shorter than the others but I didn't have anything more to add and I didn't want to go to fast. I'm not very good at taking things slowly when it comes to writing so I am doing my best here! I hope you liked it and don't forget to review! For anyone who is also reading Dallying in Detention, the new chapter will be up by tomorrow, I promise! Tell me if you find the lyric!

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