(June 28th)

Hellooooo! here's the next chapter. Please be aware that the M rating in now in full effect. So don't go flaming about it if you don't like smuts, just don't read it!

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Disclaimer: see chapter one.


Chapter 4

The door opened and Hermione was standing in his doorframe. He bolt upright, wand at the ready and pointed at her heart. "Oh it's just you." He put down the wand and ran a hand through his messy hair. "What do you want Granger? It's two in the morning." She sauntered over, a small smile playing around her lips. She sat down on the side of his bad and leaned forward so their faces were just inches apart. "You." She said simply before crashing her lips onto hers. He grabbed her forcefully and pulled her onto of him, straddling his groin. Their lips battle together, tongues roaming each other's mouths. She yanked on his fine blonde hair and he moaned into her mouth. He could feel Hermione smile and she moved her hand downwards over his chiselled abdomen, sighing with want as she did. Draco moved from her mouth to her neck, his large hands reaching underneath her white nightie to fondle with her breasts. Her back ached and she mewed with pleasure as he massaged them, kissing his way across her skin. Her hands didn't stop at his belly button. She continued her trail down into the waistband of his cotton pants until she found what she was looking for. As she stroked him she whispered "I believe I'm going to need to borrow this for a while, do you mind?" She raised her eyebrow seductively and he just grinned, kissing her fiercely once more. She stripped off his pants and dug her clothed pussy into his erection, grinding hard enough for the two of them to groan in pleasure. Then he ripped off her panties and flipped her over onto her back. "My turn." He growled and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and rubbing his cock with her own swollen parts. He grinned as he positioned him at he entrance, with one swift movement he thrust into her core—

Thud! Malfoy fell right off his bed. He got up and brushed himself off, muttering to himself the entire time. Damn it! That had been the third time this week he had dreamt about his neighbour. Draco looked down to see that his throbbing erection was still there. He sighed. He had tried to "deal" with it himself but it wasn't helping. He needed to get laid fast. And by fast he meant now. A thought popped into his head and he pulled out his wand. He wrote quickly on a piece of parchment and with a wave of its wand it disappeared with a flash. He lay on his back, trying not to dwell on the dream but it was hard (no pun intended) to get Granger out of his head.

It had been two weeks since that day they had dinner and things had change. They spent all their free time after class together working on his homework together in the common room and when they finished that they would play wizard's chess or a muggle game Granger called Bananagrams (which soon produced his petname Banana Bear for her). He had found it enjoyable, to say the least, to finally be in the company of equal intelligence of him. Although they never talked about his family, which suited them fine. Outside of their time together they treated each other the same way they always had.

"Move your ass Mugglebreath!"

"Maybe if you would watch your clown feet I could walk faster! So shut up Malfoy!"

His insults stung Hermione at first, but when she recognized the small smile at the corner of his lips she realized it was just another show to put on for the Hogwarts society, but mostly for their friends. Together they had worked out a fairly decent system that got nobody hurt by their friendship. Their time together was the best time of the day, he looked forward to it when he sat in his boring classes and wished that Granger were there to make a witty remark or give an interesting fact that the teacher didn't even know. She was in his head, all the time. Even, apparently in his dreams.

There was a pop and Pansy appeared in his room, accompanied by a schoolhouse elf. It bowed and Malfoy threw him a galleon before he popped out of the room again. Pansy stood there in nothing but black lacy lingerie, trying to look seductive.

"You summoned me?" Her lips pouted out in an attempt to look sexy. Malfoy rolled his eyes in the dark, but he needed this so he would have to play along.

"Yes, I believe I have a problem. Deal with it." He commanded her and she sauntered over to him, wiggling her hips too much. He knew that she liked it when he bossed her around, she like being submissive. It worked well because he liked being in control. She crawled onto the bed from her feet and faced his dilemma.

"My, my did someone get a little happy to see me?" She placed a hand on it and he groaned as she stroked him. "Did someone get hard just of thinking of me?" Malfoy's patience was thinning, he need relief now.

"Goddamn it! Just shut up and suck me already!" She grinned and bent down taking his length into her mouth. She swirled his tongue around his tip, meanwhile bobbing her head up and down repeatedly while she hummed. He twisted his hand into her short hair and forced her head to bob faster. He felt one hand cup his balls while the other caressed his base. All the while she was working on him, flashed of Hermione kept popping into his head. Her smile, the patches of smooth skin he'd seen, her laugh… Pansy could feel him coming to his end and she took him in her mouth all the way, deep throating him still humming. It was too much for Malfoy and he came in her mouth. He was panting hard and when he looked down she continued to suck off the excess seamen. What a whore, he thought, but at least my problem's been dealt with. He sighed and pulled on his pyjama pants again. Pansy remained on his bed, looking putout.

"What about me Drakey?" He turned to her putting on a fake smirk for her.

"I'll get you, not to worry, it'll just be when you least expect it." She giggled and got off his bed, still trying to look sexy.

"I'll be waiting for you." She whispered in his her before sauntering out his room. He heard the portrait door slam shut and he knew he was safe once more. He fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. They were friends. Just friends. So why was she making him feel this way? With that thought lingering in his mind she fell asleep.

...

Three weeks had passed for Hermione since that day that she and Malfoy decided to be friends. Friends. It still boggled her mind that she and Malfoy, the Mudblood hater, the man that made her life hell every day since she arrived at Hogwarts, were friends. They hadn't ripped each other's throats out or had a fight either. Both of which was surprising. What was even more unexpected was that she actually enjoyed his company. Not only had they decided to work on their homework together every night but they fell into a routine of cooking dinner together as well. While he showed her the fine art of cooking she shared stories of the muggle world; something that he had become interested in. Hermione couldn't help watch his face light up when he laughed at her childhood stories of electrical sockets or learning to ride a bike. Although he never shared any stories of his family, she understood why and figured that when he wanted to he would tell her. She admired his tall, muscular form manipulating the food with his large strong hands.

Once he showed her how to bake bread, rolling his dough firmly with his palms. He insisted on having her try and he came behind her, wrapping his arms around her body and helped her move the dough from behind. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he leaned down to explain why and how long this process had to be done for. Hermione's skin flushed as his forearms brushed her skin or a spark emitted from their hands touching. She took it all to being just oversensitive from that time of the month, but noticed that her draw to him increased over time.

"Hermione! Hello? You still in there?" Ron waved a hand in front of her face. She had zoned out at lunchtime again. Something that was happening more often than not.

"Everything alright?" Harry asked kindly, taking a bite out of his roll. She brushed a loose curl behind her ear.

"Um yeah just thinking about the work I have to do tonight. Professor Flitwick assigned another essay today.

"Oh come on Hermione! We haven't seen you in ages! You disappear after classes everyday and we barley see you anymore. Can't you take a break and hang out with us tonight?" She glanced over to where Draco was sitting. She noticed that he too hadn't touch his food. He felt her eyes on him and looked up. They looked at each other for a long moment, conversing with their eyes. He made a nod in the direction of the door and instantly understood.

"Sorry boys, actually I have to go to the library, I forgot to take out that book for Herbology. I'll see you tomorrow." With that she gathered her bag and scooted from the hall, her friends looking disappointed. She walked quickly to the library and over to the farthest corner. Malfoy was already lounging on a chair with his feet on the table. His hair drooped slightly in his face, looking messy and dishevelled. The same could be said about his shirt. He smiled when he saw her and her stomach flipped. "Hi." She breathed, dropping her bag from the floor and sitting down in the seat opposite to him.

"Hey how was your day?"

"Well the same as usual. McGonagall's given me a lot of work to do. I don't know how I'm going to get all my work done honestly. There's so much to do between all my classes and head girl duties."

"Not to worry. I'll help." Draco smiled again and dropped his legs to the floor. "So what subject are we working on today?" Hermione pulled out her Charms textbook.

"Well Charms would be a good place to start." He nodded and pulled out his parchment and textbook. After a moment he cleared his throat and she looked up.

"So, there's a Hogsmeade visit coming up this weekend and I was thinking we could go together." He looked up from his spot of the floor, waiting for her answer. "As friends, obviously." He added quickly as she bit her lip.

"People will notice though. And I thought we weren't telling anyone about us." Draco laughed, trying to keep blasé about it.

"Relax bananabear. I feel like we're dating the way we're sneaking around." He didn't notice her startle at the remark. "We're head boy and girl, we have to get together sometimes to discuss duties and plan the dance. Anyways we'll just go somewhere off the beaten path where there won't be a lot of traffic." She thought for a moment before nodding in consent.

"It kind of is silly isn't it? Like my father has forbidden seeing you or something." She smiled and he leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear even though nobody else was around.

"It's the forbidden ones that make it so much more alluring." He raised his eyebrows. "Don't you think?" She blushed furiously, dropping her gaze to the open book in front of her. He let her think about that for a moment before returning to character. "So, shall we start with the Finissium charm and work our way from there?"

...

Three days flew by and soon everyone was waiting at the front doors getting ready to leave for the village. Draco looked over to see Hermione with her two dimwit friends. They looked pleased to see her; Scarface's arm was draped arm her shoulders and her arm around his waist while Ron was animating what he could only assume was a rapid bat choking on a hairball. A surge of jealousy flowed through him as he watched her laugh and Potter leaned down to whisper something in her ear, which only made them double over in laughter. Sprout came out and waved the gates open to a blustery autumn day. He set off with his usual gang; Blaise, Nott, Crab, Goyle and the ever-annoying Pansy, who continually tried to hold his hand. He had to look away when Ron placed his arm around Granger's waist as well and they head off towards the village.

The Slytherins went directly to the most expensive shops buying new clothing and gifts for themselves, himself included. While her noticed Granger and her friends including the Weaselette, Looney, Longbottom and several other Gryffindors head to the Three Broomsticks. Malfoy browsed the shops, buying things he didn't need but just because he wanted to take his mind off his fellow head prefect. Pansy flirted with the boys shamelessly, he assumed to try to elicit a jealous response from him. Finally after several hours it was getting onto two o'clock, when he and Hermione needed to meet up.

"I have to go meet up with someone. I'll see you guys back at school." The boys nodded, not really paying attention, too entranced with the new quidditch gear surrounding them. He strolled across the streets to the other end of Hogsmeade to where a small pub called The Centurion was located. He took a seat on the bar and waved for two butterbeers, waiting for Granger to arrive.

Not two minutes later she walked in the door, looking windswept. Her hair was tangled with the odd leaf or two and her cheeks where flushed pink. He couldn't help notice that she still looked good. Stop it! The Mudblood cannot be pretty. His father's voice echoed into his head, something that had been going on for years now. She is below you and the rest of wizarding society. You cannot be seen in public with her. He furrowed his eyebrows together before snapping back at the voice. Shut up and stay out of this! Hermione approached and she smiled at him, taking the seat next to him. He grinned back and pushed the butterbeer towards her. "Here, this'll warm you up." She thanked him and sipped the drink gratefully. He leaned over and picked out the leaves from her hair, his hand brushing her cheek in the process. She looked at her bottle, trying unsuccessfully to hide her blush from him. They chatted aimlessly for an hour or so before Draco asked casually "so what have you been doing thus far?"

"Well, Some friends and I went to Three Broomsticks for a while before going to Zonko's and some other shops." She beamed, once again. "It was nice to see my friends, I haven't really seen a lot of them lately." Before he could filter his thought process he spat out.

"Yeah looked like you and Potter were having a grand old time." He hadn't meant for it to come out. But it had been swirling around in his mind all day. She sighed and looked at him straight in the eye. It seemed like whenever she pierced him with those chocolate eyes he could never look away. She leaned over and placed a small hand on his, her voice lowered and she spoke shyly.

"I still would've liked to spend the day with you instead you know." Her warmth seemed to set his whole body on fire and for a moment he couldn't say anything. He just sat there staring as he processed what she had said. He was about to reply when he saw his friends walk through the door. Automatically he snapped his hand away from hers and a sneer plastered to his face. He spoke loudly enough that everyone, including his friends at the door could hear him.

"Don't touch me you filthy Mudblood! I don't take how much you want it, I don't want you!" She leaned away from him stunned as Nott and the others came towards them. She just stared at him and immediately he could see the tears brim in her eyes. Before they reached them she jumped down from her bar stool and rushed out the door, not looking back. Draco felt awful, but there was no time to run after her, he had a show to put on. He would talk to her later; she was sure to understand.

"What did the know-it-all want?" Nott asked and Malfoy shrugged, his look of disgust never left his face.

"Something I wasn't willing to give her. It doesn't matter now, she won't bother me again." They took up the seats next to him and they spent the rest of their visit there. The entire time he half listened to their stupid conversations. He was relieved when it was time to return to Hogwarts and back to their rooms for the evening. They parted ways at the school entrance and denying Pansy's request to come downstairs to have some "playtime" he went to his common room. Malfoy entered the room to see the common room empty and Hermione's door shut. He walked over, knocking on the door.

"Hermione, open up." Silence. Then a muffled voice.

"Go away Malfoy." He sighed and leaned against the door.

"Come on, you know I didn't mean it." The door flung open and he nearly fell open when it gave way. She was in her oversized red plaid shirt, which barely covered her shorts. It had been clear she'd been crying.

"Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to believe that?" He looked down at her.

"You know we have to pretend, for appearance sakes." With one quick movement her wand was pointing at his throat. He raised his hands in a sign of surrender.

"I can't believe you expect me to believe that! I have never been so humiliated in my life! You haven't changed at all! You're still the same Malfoy that made my life miserable my entire school years." He opened his mouth to argue but she jabbed him in the neck with her wand, sparks emitting from it. "Shut up! I don't want to hear you're excuses!" Clearly this friendship means diddlysquat to you. So it's over. You don't need to pretend to like me anymore you complete arse. I free you from this burden.You never have to be put up with me again." Tears where streaming down her face now and his anger rose in him.

"Now wait a second! I'm not saying that I don't want to be friends with you! Last time I checked you weren't in any hurry to tell your friends about our friendship either! The blame goes two ways Granger. You're completely over-reacting!"

"I'm over-reacting? I wasn't the one who just called you the one name that you asked never to be called again! The one thing I ask of you and not only do you disrespect it but you use it against me!" His father's lessons kicked into his head and soon he was yelling back at her, pointing a finger in her face.

"You know what Granger? You are such a hypocrite! You think you're so high and mighty but you're not so special! Everyone has to deal some humiliation in their life but since you're the Gryffindor Princess you shouldn't have to go through that! It's time to get off your high horse and realize that the world isn't revolved around you!" She scoffed and gave him a sneer that was worthy of a Malfoy.

"You're one to talk about being self-centred, you've never had to deal with anything yourself in life. Your mummy and Daddy do it all for you! I bet that's working out just fan-fucking-fastic for you!" A flash of motion and her wand was knocked out of her hand and flying across the room. He stepped closer and he had a menacing look on his face.

"Don't you ever talk about my father." She squinted her eyes at him.

"Or what? Are you going to go Death Eater on my ass?"

"I loathe you." He seethed and without a moment's hesitation she spat back at him.

"Good then the feeling's mutual. Don't bother wasting your breath trying to talk to me again. I'll make sure it'll be your last if you do."

"Fine. Dirty Mudblood."

"Whatever. Spoiled bastard." She spun around summoning her wand wordlessly and slammed the door of her room behind her. Malfoy stalked off to his room too before throwing all the expensive objects around his room onto the floor, shattering each one of them.


Likey? I have to say I really enjoyed writing this chapter. They've just got so much chemistry it's so fun!

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