Draco awoke the next morning to the sun blasting into the window beside his bed. He cursed himself for forgetting to close the curtains before he had passed out. He sat up, rubbed an eye and took in a deep breath, taking in the morning. The door, slightly ajar alerted his memory to the night before, and he immediately glanced down to his bed to see if she was still there. No. She had run off. She was probably scared out of her wits and never wanted to speak to him again. But nothing had happened. She'd given him a few light pecks, like ones he had never gotten before in his life, and took off, stealing one of his blankets to cover herself as she left his room.

Running his hands through his hair, Draco got out of his bed, still unclothed, but he didn't care about that. However, she did. He pulled a pair of sleeping pants on and pulled the door open from his room. He recalled when she left, pulling the door almost shut behind her with a small goodnight and leaving him to toss and turn in an uncomfortable, unfulfilled and angry manner. It had taken him at least an hour to even get his eyes to stay closed without her being there.

He made his way to her bedroom door and knocked on it lightly, and waited a few seconds before turning the handle and pushing the door open quietly. To his surprised, Hermione wasn't in her bed, but rather, still wrapped in his blanket, cuddled up in the corner of her room, sound asleep. He smiled a little and walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. A stray piece of her hair laid across her eyes, and he pushed it away gently before picking her up into his arms carefully, trying his best not to wake her.

Draco laid Hermione comfortably on her bed and pulled the blanket out from underneath of her, exposing her body to him once again. He felt his pulse quicken at the site of her body again, but held himself back. He may have been a hormonal teenage boy, but he wasn't desperate enough for some action to take it while she was asleep. He glanced around her room, wondering where exactly she kept her pajamas, since he had destroyed the ones she had been wearing the night before. He shrugged and left her there, heading to his room.

When he returned, he placed a paid of pants similar to the ones he was wearing and a tee shirt on her bed. It took a lot of effort to get her dressed without waking her from her slumber, but he did it successfully. He laid her back and covered her again with his blanket, leaning on his elbow and watching her lips curve into a comfortable smile. She was finally at ease, compared to how she had been sleeping before at least. He lowered himself onto the bed beside her, pushing hair away from her eyes again and laying on his side, staring at her. There was still a small smile across his lips. Why he was so attracted to her, he really had no idea. He never had been before. All of the things that he had said to her the night before were just assumptions that most of the girls he had been with before had all agreed upon. His thoughts of her helped him fall back asleep there with a hand in front of her neck.

Hermione woke up, taking a deep breath and opening her eyes slowly. Seeing Draco there nearly made her jump from her skin, but seeing him asleep put a smile across her lips. He looked so innocent laying there on her bed. On her bed? She thought back to the night before and immediately looked down at herself to see unfamiliar clothing. It was sweet she thought, that he had dressed her. She supposed it was at least. As sweet as he could be for as insistent as he had been the night before. But she had led him on and left him hanging. She felt guilty about it. She was positive that he had never been turned down before, but after taking a look at his body, she didn't know how she had managed to do it herself. She had never expected anything like that to happen in her life, especially the way that it had. But she had stopped herself… barely.

Leaning down, Hermione gave Draco a light peck on the forehead, not expecting him to wake up from it as he had. She blushed slightly, looking down at him as she backed away again. "Good morning," she mumbled, sitting up in the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

"Hardly," he said, pushing himself up to rest on his elbow again. "I don't like waking up alone."

Hermione felt guilt weighing down heavily on her shoulders at his words. She had gotten up and walked away from the situation in the early morning hours, but she had sat around most of the night, unable to sleep from her worked up nerves. She had fallen asleep after the sun came up, but she had been so tired from shaking in nervous tension that she wasn't able to even move to get in bed, let alone put a shirt on.

"I'm sorry. I just… I just couldn't… do it," she finally said after a few long moments of awkward silence.

"I know. I understand. Some people can't do it because they're bad at it. Or at least they think they are," he replied, turning onto his back and staring up at the high ceiling.

She glared at him over her shoulder. "It's not either of those reasons," she said, her voice laced with slight anger. "I'm just not ready for taking that step with you… or anybody."

Draco shook his head. "It's not that you're not ready, because you said so yourself that you were last night. It's that you're afraid and you don't think I'm worth it."

Hermione thought for a moment. Maybe he was right. Maybe she didn't think he was worth it. But she wouldn't have let herself get nearly as close as she had the night before if she didn't think he was worth it. After all, she would be doing something everyone thought would be impossible. And, not to mention, she really did have feelings for him. But she could never tell him that. If she did, he'd just use it against her to humiliate her. She decided it would be best to keep that to herself, at least for a while.

"It's not that either. I just don't want to feel used and then left for the entire school to make fun at. I don't want to be taken advantage of like you've done to so many other girls before and then went off and told everyone how horrible they were in bed. I don't want to be scarred like they have," she said, no longer looking at him. She didn't think she could after saying that.

"Do you think I would lie to you?"

"Is that a serious question?"

"Hermione, when I told you that no one would know, I meant it. I've never said that to anyone before. Whether you decide to believe me or not is your own choice."

She sat for a moment, and then looked back to him again. "Why are you in here?"

"I came to check on you this morning, and when I saw you asleep in the corner still in wrapped in my blanket, I figured that you were uncomfortable. If you'd prefer, I can leave you here to wallow in your own sorrows," he replied, getting off of her bed. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and realized that he had been asleep there beside her for a few hours.

She took a deep breath as her eyes followed him towards the door. "Don't go," she said, her voice barely audible.

Draco turned around and looked down at her in his pajamas on the bed. She looked vulnerable, and that was one thing he could not deal with if she was going to lead him on again. He took a seat beside her, running a hand through his hair and letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. His eyes landed on hers again. "Well, now what? I'm here."

Shifting her weight, Hermione turned her body towards him, Draco following suit, and pulled his hands into hers. "Draco, I want you," she said, her voice still quiet and just above a whisper.

"Do you? I had no idea judging by your previous actions," he said, a slight hint of sarcasm behind his words.

Hermione held back the smart comment that begged to come out of her lips. "Yes, I do. I just don't know if I can do this with someone that I don't know truly cares about me."

He didn't say anything. Rather, he took his hands from hers and places one on her neck, and the other on the bottom of her cheek. He pulled her closer, his eyes focused directly on hers. "Did I ever say that I didn't care about you?" Before he gave her a chance to answer, his lips brushed gently against hers, a kiss he never thought he'd be able to give anyone seriously. It felt different, and for a short moment, he couldn't move.

She was starting to get used to the quickened heart rate that Draco caused whenever they were together. He always managed to flare up some kind of emotion inside of her that she couldn't resist much longer. "Draco…"

He put a finger over her lips, silencing her before she had a chance to refuse him what he wanted. "Please…" he said, not needing to finish the sentence. They both knew what the other wanted at that moment, but whether or not they would go through with it was still unknown.

She watched his lips closing in on hers again and returned the welcomed kiss. His tongue played at her lips, begging and pleading for her to kiss him again like she had the night before. She quickly obliged. She wanted it just as bad as he did. Of the people she had kissed before, she had never experienced something as alluring as sharing a moment like this with him.

He didn't expect it, but she pushed him away, shaking her head with her eyes shut tightly. "No, I can't do it. I can't do this, Draco." She turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself again. She wanted him so badly, but there was no way that should bring herself to be intimate with someone she barely knew. She felt her weight shift on the bed and glanced over the find that he had gotten up and was now standing in front of her, hands on her shoulders.

"You can't tease me like this. I don't like it one bit and I'm not going to deal with it anymore. You need to tell me now. Am I going to get some or not?" he asked, making it plain and simple.

Hermione blinked a few times and looked away from his hard stare. Was he going to get some? What kind of a question was that? Did he really expect her to answer him with a yes? She wanted to, sure, but she couldn't justify it. She shook her head after a few seconds.

"Then I'll have to take some. You won't be that something I can never have," he replied, leaning in closer to her.