DiScLaImEr- Nononononono I don't think so. Muahahaaa

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Chapter 4

Hermione awoke in the hospital wing, her ankle feeling much better. She sat up slowly and stretched, the bright morning sun making her eyes squint. As Hermione's thoughts came into her mind, she suddenly remembered the night before. Images of Draco, the passion, the pulsing in between their bodies. She couldn't help blushing just thinking about it. "I guess it's true then," she thought out loud. "Let something you love go, and if it comes back to you it's yours forever."

"You bet your ass it's true." Hermione heard a familiar deep voice declare. She turned around to see Draco leaning against the hospital door frame, his hair tousled from sleep. He started walking towards Hermione, a smile that revealed his pearly white teeth played across his face.

Hermione walked up to meet him in the middle of the room.

"Hey. I just wanted to.,"

"Don't say anything," Draco murmured, cutting Hermione off. His hands rose up to her face and cupped her chin, pulling her towards him. He widened his smile as Hermione gave him a mysterious look and looped her arms around his muscular shoulders.

Their lips met in a short but passionate kiss. Their mouths separated and Hermione turned away from Draco, heading towards her bed. Draco jogged a little to catch up to Hermione, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"So." he started. "How was last night for you? Did you like it or was it too much or what?"

Hermione hugged Draco's arms that surrounded her. "Liked it? I would've thought you would have been able to tell if I liked it or not judging by how hard I had to bite my lip in order to keep from shouting out."

"No kidding," replied Draco, covering her neck in butterfly kisses.

Hermione pulled away and walked toward the beds. She stood behind the bed curtain, the shape of her body clearly showing through. Draco saw her nightdress fall to her ankles, and the shadow of her shapely figure crawled coyly onto the bed, still hidden by the curtain. Draco felt himself go hard, and his urge to be with Hermione with each step he took towards her. Draco untied the rope of his robe, letting it sink to the ground. His naturally tan chiseled six pack was now revealed. A large bulge formed under his silk green boxers, obvious to anyone who was looking.

As he neared the hospital bed, he saw Hermione's figure, still in her lacy black lingerie begin to move. She crawled to the end of the bed, her wavy honey brown hair framing around her face. Draco thought that if she continued her pussy-cat crawl for much longer he would burst. Literally.

He approached the bed and peeked around the curtain. Hermione caught his eye and she slowly and erotically backed up against the hardwood headboard that was attached to the bed, looking at Draco under her lashes, a seductive yet playful look in her brown eyes.

Draco stared at her for a moment, taking in the beauty that lay before him.

"Good Lord," Draco quietly exclaimed.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Hermione's body craved Draco's so badly that she repeatedly ran her fingers through her sweat filled hair, dampness quickly approaching the place she knew only he could fulfill.

"Nothing," he replied with a half smile. "It's just that I never thought we would ever, we could ever, be together again. It's as if I'm living in a dream."

She smiled and attempted to pull Draco's body on top of her own. He resisted gently.

Now worry flashed through Hermione's brain. "Ok, Draco. From the first time we slept together, months ago, you have never resisted me. You should know that you can't fool me. Please tell me what is wrong."

Draco sat in the chair beside the bed, his head in his hands. " I just don't know what to do. This love I always knew I had for you has deepened since we've been apart, and I don't want to lose you again."

"Lose me again?" she questioned, her brow moving in confusion. "But how could you ever lose me? I wouldn't leave you on my own free will, you know that."

Draco lifted his head up, the deep gray of his eyes meeting the concerned brown of hers. A single, solitary tear fell down his cheek. Worried, Hermione pulled him towards her and they hugged tightly. Draco began kissing her neck, her cheek, her collarbone.

"I love you so much, 'Mione. I'm never letting you go again."

Hermione let go of Draco, and lay back on the bed, pulling the blankets around her. Draco wiped his eyes and finished tucking the blankets up around Hermione's shoulders. He kissed her pouty lips softly and entwined his fingers with hers.

"I can't live without you, Draco. You should know that. You're my first priority, and you always will be. I don't care what hell I have to go through to keep it that way, but I will. You can trust me."

"You are the love of my life," Draco responded. "And I'll be damned if anybody will take you away from me again. I don't care that you're in Gryffindor, I don't care that you're friends with my enemy, even if it is Potter. I love you."

Hermione squeezed his hand tightly and smiled, love shining through at him from her smile.

Hermione stood out of bed and began to put her Gryffindor uniform back on. "How do we break the news to Harry?" She asked in a hurry, pulling her skirt up over her hips.

Draco braved a smile. "Darling, I don't think Potter will be the worst of our problems."

Two hours later, Draco and Hermione stood in front of the closed Great Hall doors. They were fifteen minutes late for lunch.

"Draco, I am so incredibly nervous," admitted Hermione. He gave her one of his lop sided smiles and took her face in his hands.

"There's nothing to worry about in here," he assured her. "I love you, Granger. Remember that."

She smiled bravely, giving Draco a quick peck before entering the Hall. They pushed the oak doors open and started in the room, hand in hand. As they walked in between the tables, heads turned from every direction. Hermione and Draco's heads were held high, and they walked towards the Gryffindor table at a brisk pace. As they neared the table, Harry stood up to meet them, his face clearly showing his confusion. On Harry's left Ron sat, a half eaten drumstick still in his hand.

"And what the hell is this all about?" asked Seamus Finnigan, gesturing to their joint hands with his finger.

"Yes, exactly what the hell is going on?" asked Harry loudly. By this point, the entire school and faculty were dead silent.

"Let go of 'Mione! She'll get you for harassment you dirty bastard!" Harry reached out for Hermione's arm, but she shrugged her arm away from him quickly. A gasp and tid-bits of whispering echoed all throughout the room. The faculty all stood up, hands on hips looking just as stunned as everyone else. Except for Dumbledore, who was leaning back in his chair, a sort of wise smile on his face.

"Hermione! Please tell me what's going on! I don't want to guess myself because, quite frankly, I'm scared to death of the answer," said Harry, his voice full of courage, but also quite shaky.

"Alright then, Harry, If you insist on me spilling our private business in front of the whole damn school I will tell you, here and now," she replied loudly, her face blushing fiercely.

"Excuse me? Me sharing our news? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that when you and Malfoy, two sworn enemies storm into the Great Hall in front of everyone, hand in hand, when you are MY girlfriend. Pardon me, but I think YOU'RE the one who is sharing all of our business!"

"Ex girlfriend, Harry. You need to know that I am now your ex girlfriend."

Harry wiped the sweat off his forehead with the corner of his robes. "Ex girlfriend?" he managed to ask, a lump in his throat.

"Yes, Harry. Ex girlfriend."

Harry muttered something like, 'tramp' bitterly under his breath, and Malfoy dodged in front of Hermione, jumping to her rescue. The fight calmed down and Harry cleared his throat to speak.

"I don't understand. I, I, what did I do wrong?" Harry asked sadly, a small cut from Draco's fingernail crossing his cheek.

"It wasn't you," Hermione assured him slowly. "Draco and I have been with eachother more or less since March."

"I will not believe that!" They all heard a dark stunned voice shout. "Why don't we have Draco speak for himself, then! Hmm?" Snape finished his outburst then turned toward Draco. "So what is it, my boy?"

Draco swallowed nervously. "I love Hermione and always will. I'll be damned if you all try to take that away from me!"

Screams, gasps, and girlish giggling filled the Great Hall. Snape turned a sick color of green and stormed out the room, robe flowing out behind him.

"Bullshit!" Ron joined in on their conversation for the first time. " 'Mione, you can't do this. I mean, doesn't our friendship mean more to you?"

A tear fell from Hermione's eyes.

"Please, Ron. Try to understand. I'm not leaving you two! I couldn't do that! I'm just saying you have to deal with Draco being a part of my life now, that's all."

Ron's gaze left Hermione's and her stood up and winded around the Gryffindor table so he could stand with Hermione and Draco on the other side. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was fixed on him. He approached Hemrione and took her hands in his.

"I'm not saying this will be easy for me to except. Or that I approve of it or nothing, but I am happy with whatever keeps you happy, 'Mione."

Harry's face looked shocked, and he lowered his head so that it was facing the ground. "Whatever," he spat out. "I can't believe you, Ron." Harry's sentence trailed off, and he exited quickly out one of the side doors.

Hermione gave Ron a gigantic hug, and burst out in tears of joy. Atleast she still had one of her friends. Draco and Ron looked each other up and down and a sigh was let out from Draco.

"If it's for Hermione." Ron nodded and they both shook hands. They each smiled weakly, and just then seemed to notice that the whole school was intent on what they were saying. All three of them exited, Draco's arm around Hermione.

He stared down at the woman he loved. She gave him a grin that spread from ear to ear. He smiled back at her lovingly, then turned his head away and frowned. " This was a step towards acceptance," he thought. "But Snape now knows, and he is probably sending an Owl to my father right now. God only knows what my father will try to do to us." He dismissed the thought for the time being, and gave Hermione and hard and full kiss. All three headed towards the lake, where they could discuss things out properly.