A/N- Sorry I took so long with it, it's had a few re-writes, plus I've got the nastiest flu/cold deal...but, Draco Appears as promised!

The letter read :

Dear Ms. Granger:

As you most probably know, you are the top student that Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has come across in many years. With this in mind, it gives me great pleasure to award you the position of Head Girl for the duration of your seventh and final year here at Hoggy Warts.

All the Best,

Albus Dumbledore

PS. Draco Malfoy's Head Boy. So Sorry. A.P.W.B.D

Hermione read the letter again. Why did Dumbledore have to make Malfoy head boy? He had said sorry, but why did he do it? Really why?

Hermione placed the letter on the table and tried to focus on her lunch.

Fred snatched it up the moment her hand left it. He read it quickly and laughed loudly

"Haha, Hermione, your going to have a private apartment with Malfoy this year!"

"I don't stay in with the girls?" she squeaked "I have to live with him??"

"Of course" answered Mrs. Weasley "That way you have more time to plan things together, like decorations and activities...congratulations, by the way"

Hermione laid her head down on the table, missing her bowl of onion soup by inches.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

The Train to Hogwarts :

Head Compartment.

Hermione sat, nervously waiting for the moment that the Sytherin sex god arrived.

It wasn't like she had a crush on him. Not her, the Gryffindor princess, hallowed member of the golden trio, class nerd and resident "virgin".

Oh yes. Hermione's sultriness was widely unknown by the student population at Hogwarts. Why?

Well for starters, fucking a foreigner who barely speaks English and doesn't know a soul to tell helps quite a bit. After Krum, Hermione's conquests included a very long and sexy weekend with Neville Longbottom, that disastrous time with Harry, several nice but totally unmemorable times with Ron, the cute, cuddly and surprisingly dirty Hannah Abbott, the unforgettable nights with Ginny, and as of yesterday, Fred. Ginny was the only one who knew about all of them, having spied on her with Hannah and Neville, been there for Fred, guessing about Krum, and Ron. She had told her about Harry, because she didn't know how to feel about it. Seven people. Draco didn't know it yet, but Hermione planned for him to be number eight.

He still didn't get it when he walked in on her, laying across one of the benches, wearing a sexy red satin dress. The dress was strapless, and clung to Hermione's pert breasts, before falling to the floor. It was split in the middle of her breast, held together with a large loosely tied bow. Underneath Hermione wore matching red silk booty shorts. The black hip huggers and jacket she had been wearing earlier were carelessly abandoned on the floor.

"Who the hell...GRANGER?" was all Draco could get out, seeing Hermione looking like that, not having seen her wear anything but school uniforms since the Yule Ball. The door closed on it's own accord, silently and quickly.

Hermione uncrossed her legs, revealing a dark damp spot to Draco.

He smirked. "Thinking about me, were you Granger?"

Hermione stood up. "As a matter of fact." She took a step towards him. " I was"

Down the train.

Harry was alone in the compartment, one he received access to when he had gotten the letter this summer, explaining that he was team captain this year. Right now Harry was waiting by the door, for Ginny to walk by. Shortly before the train started to move, she did. And lucky for him, she was alone. Harry slid the door open, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside, locking the door behind him and slamming Ginny up against the opposite window.

"Now, Ginny" Harry said breathing heavily, as he kissed up her neck " you we're just about to tell me something, what was it?"

Ginny winced. Harry so didn't want to hear this.

"I was just about to tell you who the first person I fucked was. I don't think you want to hear the answer"

"I won't care, as long as it wasn't Malfoy or someone like that"

"Well I did tell you yesterday, it wasn't Malfoy- or even a guy"

"Wait, the first person you fucked was a girl? I so don't remember you saying that yesterday. Was it Hermione?"

"No, it wasn't Hermione. She's not in our house."

"Not Pansy??"

"Eww, not Pansy"

"Luna? No, I know I wouldn't mind if it was her, and you seem to think I will. Just tell me and get it over with"

"Cho. Harry, it was Cho"

Harry's mouth fell open. He felt so hurt and he didn't know why. Was it because, Cho had, once again chosen someone other then himself? Or was it because he thought she had really been in to him, but if she was in to girls, she couldn't have been?

"When"

Ginny grimaced. "Do you really really want me to answer that question Harry?

"It must be bad. Yes I want the answer, I'll go insane if I don't know."

Ginny hung her head. "My fourth year, in December.

Harry realized what this meant. "Right before she kissed me?"

Ginny nodded again.

Harry slunk against the wall. "She's a lesbian?"

Another nod from Ginny.

"How long has she known?"

"I'm not sure, she's not "out" or anything, I know I wasn't her first."

"What was I to her?"

"That's really not a question you can ask me. You'd have to ask her"

"I don't know how to feel- the first woman I kissed and slept with, was a lesbian."

"I didn't know you lost it to Cho, I thought you had with Hermione"

"Close enough ,it lasted all of two minutes"

Ginny sat down on the floor beside Harry.

"So, what do you want to do?" she put her arm around him, in a friendly sort of way. She still wanted to get fucked, but now she actually had to care about how he felt about it. Damn.

He held his head in his hands. " I just want to forget her.

Ginny snuggled closer. Yes!

"I could help with that," she said, kissing his neck.

Harry was tense at first, but once Ginny said she wasn't interested in a relationship, just causal sex, he relaxed. He relaxed so much that Ginny felt comfortable enough to sit on his lap and begin sucking gently on the side of his neck.

Harry responded well, putting his arms around her waist, and pulling her in closer, before tenderly kissing her.

Ginny kissed back, more aggressively, and soon the two were rolling about on the floor, frantically pulling one another's clothing off.

She tried unbuttoning his shirt, but ended up tearing off all the buttons. She needed him and the sooner the better.

Ginny had come prepared, wearing high heels, jeans, and a lace cami. Nothing else. Ginny had forgone all undergarments just in the off chance this happened.

Harry however, didn't realize this interesting fact, and proceeded to put his hands down the back of Ginny's shirt, searching for her bra clasp.

When he couldn't find it, he simply pulled off her shirt, he was quite shocked (but pleased )to discover Ginny's breasts were in fact, bare.

Harry had not been so thoughtful in his dressings, wearing both a button down shirt,( now button less,) and had layered two shirts under that. He was also wearing a belt, and lace up shoes, all of which Ginny found more irritating. She tugged at his belt, making her boobs bounce, while he ran his finger around the wait band of her jeans. He was rather delighted to realize that Ginny's bottom was also missing undergarments. This thought made him extremely hard, something Ginny took immediate notice of. She got his belt undone, and unbuttoned his jeans, while he kicked off his shoes and socks.

Both pairs of jeans landed by the door, along with Harry's boxers.

There was no foreplay, both needing sex so desperately that once they were naked, Ginny wasted no time pulling Harry down on top of her, positioning him properly, and pulling him into herself.

Harry was surprised at the sudden pleasure. He moaned, grabbing Ginny's shoulders, and pushing himself in deeper, surprising Ginny with his length, but more so with his impressive width. Harry pumped in to Ginny's slick pussy a few times, making her moan each time he pushed his full length in, holding himself tight inside, before slowly pulling himself out again. Ginny groaned, impatiently. She didn't want him to keep pulling all the way out like that, it was teasing her far to much. She didn't want to be teased, she wanted to be fucked. So Ginny took control.

The next time Harry was all the way inside, Ginny rolled over so she was on top.

"He wouldn't be able to tease me now!" She thought, as she started to ride Harry's large dick.

Back in the head compartment.

" I've been thinking about you for a while now, Draco" said the sultry Hermione "about how badly I want to have you." She took a step towards him. "I've been wondering if you live up to your reputation...and if you'll think I live up to mine"

"Huh? Your reputation? As what? A book worm?" Draco tried to sound cool, even as his temperature rose, along with something much more noticeable.

Hermione took another step towards him. She was almost touching him now. "My reputation as the best . The best at everything I do" Another step. She was touching him now. She reached up to kiss him. "Even you."

Hermione pulled Draco in to a deep kiss. The surprised Draco hesitated only a moment before kissing back, passionately. Draco scooped Hermione up, without breaking the kiss, and laid her back on the bench, his hands roaming happily about her fantastically supple body.

Hermione moaned with pleasure as Draco's growing bulge pushed up against her increasingly wet thong, her fingers at his zipper, struggling to get his pants off. Finally, Draco couldn't stand having them on any longer, and he wrenched them down around his knees, clearly intending to fuck Hermione without having to take them off.

Hermione did not like this idea. They had the entire train ride, they might as well make the most of it. So she decided to take them off herself. Still laying under Draco, on the bench, Hermione put her feet on Draco's waist band, and proceeded to pull his pants down to his ankles, all the while giving herself greater pleasure, and Draco a rather large shock.

Draco was still in shock, and didn't question Hermione when she told him to take off his shoes and socks, and did so right away, along with his jeans. Now dressed only in boxers and a golf shirt, Draco allowed Hermione to push him back on the bench. Hermione sat on his lap, facing him, and pulled his shirt off over his head. She began to kiss him, first on the lips, moving to the ear, down the neck. By the time she reached his nipples, Draco couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing Hermione's hips, he stood up, holding her up, before leaning her against the window. Hermione wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, and pulled the ribbon holding her top together, allowing Draco full access to her large firm breasts. Draco, meanwhile, had gotten his boxers off, and was completely naked. Hermione still had her thong on, and Draco pushed it aside roughly, pushing in a finger, to see if she was ready for him. She was soaked, and he was like a rock. Draco added another finger, and Hermione moaned and bit him on the shoulder.

"Fuck me Draco" she moaned, again and again. Draco decided to tease her a little more first, and pumped in a third finger. Hermione was jelly in his arms, writhing like crazy, waiting for him to be inside. He withdrew his fingers, and sucked two of them clean, pushing the third in to Hermione's mouth, loving the feeling of her tongue as she licked it clean, moaning at the taste of her own wetness.

Draco was done teasing Hermione. He placed himself at her slippery entrance, and rammed himself in as hard as he could. Hermione let out a groan of intense pleasure, and started to grind against his hips, her arms pulling his head to her breast, where he happily started to suck one nipple while rubbing the other with the palm of his hand. Hermione reached towards the ceiling, and grabbed on to a standing bar.

"Hold still Draco" she said, thinking of an excellent idea "I want to try something"

Unhappy, but curious, Draco did as he was told, and stopped pumping in to Hermione's slickness.

Putting both hands on the standing bar, Hermione used all of her strength to pull herself off of Draco. She then slammed down, ramming him back into herself. Draco lost his balance as the wave of pleasure hit, and Hermione joined him on the floor, her arms aching.

As pleasurable as that way, it was in no way enough. Neither of them said it, they both knew it.

Draco sat back down on the bench, and pulled Hermione over with him.

"OK Hermione. Stand right here for a second." He positioned her so she was right in front of him, but facing away. He put his hands on her hips and smoothly pulled off her drenched thong, tossed it aside, and said "ok, sit down" Hermione sat down on Draco's bare lap and he pulled her close to his chest, his hands finding her boobs, and bouncing them slightly. He nibbled her earlobe. He could feel her wetness on his skin. He gently lifted her up and held her there while she reached down to position him. In he thrust, and instead of bouncing her on his knees, he was quite content to lift up her bottom and slam her back down on to him again and again. Hermione moaned and groaned, and felt useless. Draco was doing everything! So, she put her hands on his, to stop him from lifting her again, and pulled them away from her hips, softly guiding them up the curves of her body and back down again, rolling her body against his the entire time, before she put his hands where she wanted them, one went between her legs, instantly rubbing against her sweetest spot, and the other she first guided up to her mouth, where she softly and slowly licked and sucked his fingers, before moving it back down to her breast and leaving it there. Once she let go of that hand, she grabbed the other and did the same, this time licking her own wetness off of his fingers, before putting it to her breasts. Hermione stopped writhing, and started bouncing against Draco's lap. Little bounces at first, soon she was lifting off of him completely, before slamming back down, taking him in as deep as she could.

When Hermione felt her orgasm start to peak, and realized Draco couldn't be far behind, she slammed down on him and started to writhe against him. Draco also realized what was about to happen, and pushed Hermione down on the floor before getting on his knees, between her knees, lifting her legs up and ramming back inside. Within seconds, Hermione felt herself tighten around Draco, and then all she felt was pleasure, and a second later, Draco joined her in the state of bliss, the two of them spent, laying together on the floor of the head compartment, both thinking that this year wouldn't be so bad.