It's so bloody hot, Hermione thought as she slowly woke up. The brunette witch hesitantly opened her eyes, seeing that the large grandfather clock in the corner of the room read 2:24. She glanced at the window and noticed the large streams of sunlight cascading in through the ivory colored curtains notifying her she had slept through nearly half the day and the entire morning.

It was than she noticed a strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist, a long fingered hand clutching tightly onto her breast, a few hot breaths on her next, the-, she stopped for a moment wiggling her bum, Draco's erection was rubbing firmly against her tight arse. Giggling lightly, she wiggled her bum again, making sure her assumptions were right.

"Stop wiggling," Draco mumbled half asleep as his grip tightened around Hermione's waist, nearly taking out her air supply.

"Draco," She whispered light. Hermione shifted her body so that he face was now a mere few centimeters away from Draco's ear.

Leaning down again, she pressed her soft plump lips to his ear, purposely blowing soft breaths against his lobe, "Wake up."

Hermione felt him shudder beneath her once her hand touched his thigh and began slowly traveling up, until, he grasped her wrist and brought it up to his lips.

"Is this what you call a bloody wakeup call?" He murmured starring at her with his steel grey eyes she loved.

"Let's go get breakfast," She said excitedly.

Releasing her, he dropped his face into the pillow, "I see you're much happier this morning then you were last night."

Hermione bit her lip and look away guiltily. Sighing loudly, she watched as he got up, got dressed and used his wand to make himself presentable. She gave him a tight smile before rising from the bed herself and walked to her bedroom.

"Who's that at the door Draco?" Hermione asked after walking back from the café they had just spent nearly two hours at chatting and eating. Both she and Draco were pleasantly stuffed, agreeing the moment they got home they would lazily lie on the couch and watch movies until the fell asleep.

"I'm not sure," He replied tightening his grip on her hand. "Hello?"

"Do you live here?" The bronze haired man asked.

"Yes, I bloody do," Draco snapped walking faster towards the male figure.

"Malfoy," The man grinned crossing his arms across his broad chest.

"McLaggen," He cursed towering over him by a few inches.

"I was looking for Hermione, but I see you've already captured her attention. That didn't seem to take long," He huffed.

"She's my flatmate," Draco explained.

Suddenly the door to the loft opened, Blaise stood in the doorframe, dressed in a pair of green flannel pajama bottoms and no shirt. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes glancing back and forth between the three.

"And I suppose he lives here too?"

"No, it's their loft, I'm just here a lot," Blaise corrected. "Wait, what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be off trying to shag some witch?"

"I stopped by to apologize to Hermione for our date last night, it didn't go as I expected and I wanted to try it again," Cormac admitted.

"No," Hermione finally spoke.

"What?" The three said in unison.

"I said no," She repeated.

"Are you daft?" Cormac spat glaring at her.

"No, I'm not daft, and don't bat those eyelashes at me. I've become immune to the flirtatious gestures," She warned peering at Draco and Blaise.

"Do you know how many girls would kill to be in the position you're in? Honestly, I'm Quidditch captain of the Chudley Cannons, I'm practically famous," He bragged.

"Maybe you should find yourself another witch, because this one," She pointed to herself with her finger, "Is not interested."

Sharply, she grasped Draco by the wrist and dragged him into the loft entryway, shoving both Blaise and Draco down the hall. Turning around to shut the door, she glared at Cormac, "By the way McLaggen, drop dead."

Pressing her ear against the door, she listened as he muttered some incoherent words then stopped off down the hallway. Slowly, she placed her back to the door and slid down to the ground.

"That felt good," She admitted smiling broadly at her two Slytherin's who look rather proud, with their arms crossed and large smirks drawn across their faces.

"I never understood these muggle movies," Draco whined racking his hand through his blonde locks in frustration.

"What's there to get? I didn't know there was even a concept to them, I just thought they were made so I could stare at that bloody beautiful woman," Blaise laughed.

Hermione was laid out across the couch with her head in Draco's lap and her feet on Blaise's, "There's a life lesson in each movie. Maybe if you'd pay attention and not talk then you'd understand. I'm not explaining these to you again Draco."

"Hermione," Draco whined throwing his head back against the arm of the couch. She nodded her head back and forth, making him whine even more.

A small retching feeling began occurring in the pit of Hermione's stomach and she felt a heat flash travel quickly through her body. She pulled her hand to her now aching forehead and rubbed momentarily.

Being sick was one of the most awful feelings ever, typically when she was sick Blaise and Draco kept their distance, knowing just how cranky and irritable she was. For the next few days she would barricade herself in her room and not let the boys disturb her.

She sighed loudly.

Stretching against Blaise and Draco, Hermione stifled a yawn and rose from the couch, adjusting her clothes.

"I'm going to go to bed boys, I'll see you in the morning," Turning on her heels, she sauntered into her bedroom and pulled her duvet over her extremely cold body for some unusual reason. The outcome of this was not going to be good.