A/N: So i got some reviews and they made me happy so i decided to upload a chapter tonight!

And by the way: This is very important to me a while back i was reading an amazing story named "Role Playing" i do not know the authors name but it was a Draco/Hermione fanfic. Rated M. I'm not sure if the author has renamed it or something because i went to Europe over summer for 20 days and when i got home i looked it up and could never find it. It was the best fic that i had ever read and i really admire the author like whoa :O If anybody knows anything about it or recognizes it or knows the author please please please let me know!!

Happy reading!

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Chapter 3

Christmas morning at the Burrow had proved to be a wonderful day. Gifts and food were distributed among the house all day, and in the evening the Weasley's played a game of Quidditch with Harry. Hermione sat on a bench with Mrs. Weasley and Fleur watching the game above them. For the rest of the weekend Mrs. Weasley worked hard to make sure everyone was ready to back to Hogwarts for second term. Repairing any holes in Ron's sweaters, any loose stitchings in Hermione's corduroys, and performing a lengthening charm on Harry's robes that he had seemed to have grown out of during Christmas Holiday. That Sunday night Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny arrived at Hogwarts exhausted from their busy two weeks of Christmas vacation.

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The rest of Draco's Christmas vacation had been anything but enjoyable. He had decided in fact to not visit his parents on Christmas day and instead went to the Zabini's house. Blaise's mom was a forty-something year old woman but dressed, acted and looked Draco's age. Blaise and his mother lived with an old wizard who was too old to move but was filthy rich. Nearly richer than the Malfoys. He had laid upstairs in his bed all Christmas day as Blaise's mom continuously tried hitting on Draco. It wasn't anything new to Draco, she had been hitting on him since he was fifteen years old, but it still slightly horrified him.

Instead of staying at the house all day Draco and Blaise had gone into London that Christmas night. Nearly every single pub and shop had been closed, except The Leaky Cauldron. The boys spent their Christmas dinner eating pumpkin pasties and drinking fire whisky by The Leaky Cauldron's roaring fire. "So, are you going to tell me who she is yet?" Blaise asked taking a swig from his mug. Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise. "How do you know it's a she?" Blaise's jaw dropped slowly and he lowered his mug of whisky staring dumbfounded at Draco. Realizing what he'd just implied Draco quickly defended himself. "I don't mean like that you idiot. It is a girl." Draco said recovering from his mild embarrassment.

"I don't understand she –whoever she is- is making such a big impact on you. But maybe if you told me who-" "Blaise will you ever let it go?" Draco demanded cutting him off. Blaise's eyes lightened and he smiled shaking his head. "No Draco I really will not." Draco sighed running a hand through his sleek blond hair. "Alright Blaise. Right before the end of first term I… I um… well I sort of… er..." "Spit it out!" "I slept with Granger." Draco instantly took a big swig from his drink not believing he'd just said it out loud. It had been one thing to think it, but hearing himself say it, and to another person… it was different.

Blaise stared at Draco silently and for a few minutes the only sound through the entire bar was the crackling of the burning wood from the roaring fire in front of them. But finally Blaise seemed to relocate his voice, "Are-are you serious mate?" Draco nodded at him smirking. Then suddenly Blaise clasped a hand on Draco's shoulder and shook him. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me this? Was she really that bad? But even if she was who the bloody hell cares! You fucked the untouchable virgin Granger! You've done the impossible Draco!" Blaise shouted clinking his mug excitedly to Draco's. Draco stared stupidly at Blaise. "I didn't tell you because I knew you would go off telling everyone. Just do me a favor and keep your big goddamn mouth shut." Draco hissed. Blaise grinned and clinked his whisky mug to Draco's again. "Ah Draco you really are one lucky son of a bitch!"

Draco smirked at him then laughed out loud. "Was she any good?" Blaise questioned excitedly. Draco's face fell. "What?" Blaise asked sensing his best mate's instant disapproval. Draco began slowly, "Blaise, she was fucking incredible… but it was her first time. I took her virginity. But now I can't get her out of my fucking mind. I can't help but think about her all the time. I want her again and again and again." Blaise frowned. "Really?" "Yes and we both know that long lasting shags and relationships aren't my style. And come to think about it relationships aren't even my style and especially not with a mudblood bitch like her!" Blaise rolled his eyes at this. "Oh Draco come off all that mudblood shit. We both know you don't really give damn about it. And you do have relationships mate."

"No I don't," Draco objected. "What about our friendship Drake? That counts. I know you're actually capable of truly liking somebody." Draco snorted. "Why don't you just bang her when we get back to school and maybe you'll come to like her…?" "But it's different with her Blaise. She's my enemy. I hate her friends, family, even her." "No you don't." Blaise said. "How are you going to tell me who I hate and who I don't?" Draco demanded. "Well nobody would have sex with somebody that they actually hated. Except maybe some evil psychotic person. And you're not as evil as you appear and wish you were Drake." Draco huffed a breath at him.

Blaise had always been a completely honest and straight forward person and that's what Draco liked about him and why he was the only person that Draco ever confided in or told his problems to. Except maybe his Godfather. Draco sighed and took another swig of his drink wishing he was already back at Hogwarts.

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It was Monday afternoon and Hermione sat alone at a table in the library doing her Transfiguration homework. To turn an animal into a goblet what specific wand gesture must be preformed? Three taps and flick, Hermione wrote down. The next question was one that Hermione didn't know off the top of her head. How many flicks do you perform when transfiguring the goblet back into its animal form? She stood from her chair and turned down an aisle labeled Transfiguration Books R-S when she smacked into a hard structure.

For a moment she thought it was a wall she had hit and she wondered why on earth a wall had randomly been built in the aisle. But when she looked up she was staring into the silver gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. She gasped. "Well isn't this familiar?" He drawled. She stared stupidly up at him overwhelmed by shock. His voice rattled her back. "Why didn't you send me a gift for Christmas Granger?" He smirked looking down at her his eyes lingering on her lips. "Excuse me?" She asked shakily. "Why on earth would I send a gift to the likes of you?" She asked disgusted. He smiled genuinely at her. She didn't know that that was possible for him. "I got one for you Granger," he began. Her eyebrows shot up and she was about to ask him 'what?' when his lips came crashing down onto hers.

Hermione shrieked putting her hands on his chest to push him away. He grabbed her hands pinning them to her sides and pushed her against the bookcase. She gasped and his tongue slid between her lips. Not again! She thought hopelessly. Draco reached down to grope her thigh when she suddenly gained immense will power and flung him off of her sending him crashing into the bookcase behind him. He grunted as his back hit the wood splintering him through his clothes. "Damn it Granger," he growled. "Well I don't like being thrown up against bookcases either Malfoy! And what the fuck kind of a stunt are you trying to pull here?" "Such language Granger," he grinned.

"Oh you're one to talk! And don't you ever touch me again or look at me or-" "Granger.." He drawled walking towards her. "No! You stay away from me!" She yelped running away from him. "Granger c'mere right now." He said gruffly. "No! Stay the hell away!" She turned her back and fled from the library without her stuff.

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Hermione flung herself on her bed in the Gryffindor Girls Dormitory. She let out a strangled exasperated cry and fisted her pillow in a death grip. He had caught her so off guard and he had just kissed her without a moments warning! What if someone had seen them? She gasped and punched her pillow pretending it was is own pale gorgeous face. This was too much… too soon. She knew that she had to talk to him, but how on earth could she!? He would probably just keep trying to kiss her if she tried talking to him alone.

She skipped the rest of her classes that day. She lay in her bed furious until dinner finally came around. She sat with her back facing the Slytherin table as usual and ate her dinner as fast she could to get back to the Gryffindor Tower as soon as possible. Hermione had just finished eating dinner when a piece of parchment shaped like a dove came flying over and landed in her lap. Curiously she stared at it; nobody around her had seemed to notice it. She picked it up and unfolded it to reveal four words written.

Astronomy Tower. Midnight.

-DM

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