I know my chapters are short and I apologize for the long span that was between chapters two and three. Hopefully that will not happen again. I'm not exactly sure where this story is moving but I will figure out soon.

Draco found himself sitting at the table frowning at his plate and kind of stirring food around. He had eaten a good bit but at the same time he had filled up and his stomach was making a fuss at him for it. His mind however wasn't focused on that. It was on the dream and how real it had been in his mind. While he was in the shower he was doing nothing but cursing Pansy for disrupting his place. It had been so perfect and he had never wanted anything more than what he had in his dream. She had been so perfect, the sweet smell of her and the warm touch that seemed to send his own skin on fire when he touched her. Lord she was just something special and he needed her more than anything. Why was this going on? Why did it happen like this? His parents would kill him if they knew what was going on.

Pansy had tried talking to him all through the meal after no real answer came after the third time it was left to that. There was no way of getting him to talk. Draco eventually stood up and grabbed his bag making a slight face. When his group made to stand up he shook his head slightly. "It's alright I am going to run to the Hospital Wing and see if Madame Pomfrey can help me out with how I'm feeling." Of course for some odd reason they all seemed to fall for it. He got away lucky. He put his bag over his shoulder and started to walk out of the Great Hall with no real intention of actually going to the hospital wing. For some reason his mind just wouldn't let him get over what had been given to him only a short time ago. It was really throwing his thoughts and his mood off. He hadn't even taken to making fun of any of his normal people.

Draco stopped only to lean on the wall wondering what it was his mind would let him do without the feelings and thoughts he was having. He gave a shake of his head and ran his fingers through his hair before he started to walk down the hall again. Draco walked blindly down the corridors before someone had passed by him and a familiar scent reached his nose. His head came up and he looked around. Dear lord he knew that smell and once he got a glimpse of the brown hair he knew. Suddenly without a moment to lose Draco went after her. He didn't give it a thought and he suddenly wrapped his fingers around the girl's wrist and then pulled her into an abandoned classroom. Draco made sure not to say a word as Hermione had gasped.

Draco pushed Hermione up against the door and had pressed his lips against hers. His hands were on her arms as he had her against the hard wood of the door. Draco didn't get a reaction out of the girl that he usually did when something like this happened. Or at least the reaction that Draco had wanted to get out of her. He pulled back and stared into the brown eyes of the woman. He kept his hands on her arms and then it happened so suddenly. Her hands were on the back of his arms and she had pressed her lips against his. Draco found himself kissing her back and wrapping his arms around her. This was what he had wanted. This had better not be a dream. He thought to himself as he let his tongue flick over her lip. Hermione gave a moan and Draco found her hands running through his hair. This would be amazing if it was real. Draco gave a small smirk into the kiss before his hands had started to push the school robes off of Hermione's shoulders, taking the sleeves off from her arms. She had willingly let him take that part off. She wanted this as much as he did. There was no denying it or she'd have pushed him away and would have slapped the hell out of him for doing so.

Draco found Hermione's fingers running over his arms and he nipped at her lip. His fingers started to work on the buttons of her blouse, pulling it open and sliding it down over her arms. Draco began to kiss over her neck and ran his fingers over her sides. Why was she so enticing? What was wrong with him? She was a mudblood. She was beneath him. He found his hands coming up over her sides and cupping her breasts. He gave them a squeeze and heard her moans. He felt the heat growing hotter within him. Draco found himself pressing up more against Hermione and felt her tongue against his as their kiss grew hotter.

Hermione didn't know what the hell was going on but she was letting it all happen. There was something about him that made her want even more. But something happened as Draco felt Hermione back off from the kiss. Draco stopped to as he saw Hermione's head turn and a look on her face. Some of the color seemed to drain from it and her breath caught. Draco stopped and listened and found that he could hear two voices and they were very close by. Draco pulled back Hermione and watched as Hermione started pulling her clothes back on. He didn't blame her. If they were caught in this position things could go horribly wrong. And this was definitely not what was needed.

Draco stayed as still as possible. He could hear the voice of Albus Dumbledore and now he was able to hear the voice of McGonagall. It'd be Hermione's biggest fear to have these two come forward into this room and see what had been going on. Once the voices had passed and sitting completely still for what seemed like an hour Hermione turned on him with a glare. "What the hell were you thinking?" Draco smirked. "Exactly what you were." Hermione glared still and then turned and opened the door nearly running from the room. Draco continued his smirk and soon left the room on his own going towards his class. He had started it and hopefully Hermione would be the one returning for him, to continue what they had started.