A/n: Thanks for all the reviews… it feels good to be able to write without the shadow of classes, exams, and quizzes hanging over my head.

P.S. don't own anything but a room full of unpacked boxes…


Back At Hogwarts

The Hogwarts express gently rocked Hermione back and forth as it quietly took her to her destination. The past two days was a whirl wind of tangled sheets and sweat drenched bodies. Her body couldn't help but tingle from the remembrance of Malfoy. His caresses filled her memory making her feel uncomfortable under her Hogwarts robes.

She could barely look at him earlier when he had entered the compartment. He glanced at her once and a knowing smirk crossed his face as he took his seat between the Slytherin prefects. It was as if he knew how her body was reacting to his.

She had to stop herself. She had to stop these thoughts. What had happened between them was over. She barely got a chance to talk to Ron alone, but the look on his face said it all. He was happy to see her on platform 9 ¾. He had already told her that he wanted to have a long talk with her.

The compartment was now empty, she had told all the other prefects that they could go sit with their friends once they were done their rounds. She had yet to go sit in the compartment that Harry, Ginny, and Ron occupied only because she was afraid of what her body would reveal. Ginny had always told her that she could never tell a lie, that her eyes revealed too much. Even Malfoy mentioned them when they had their argument which started it all.

The door opened which snapped Hermione out of her thoughts. Malfoy's form was framed in the doorway.

"Well hello there Mudblood, enjoying that Head Girl badge I see," He said loudly enough for the next compartment to hear.

He walked into the roomy compartment closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as coldly as she could.

He didn't reply. He locked the compartment door behind him and drew the blinds. He whispered silencing spells around the compartment.

"Malfoy I thought…"

"Well you thought wrong," He said walking over to her.

"No Malfoy, you can't do this to me now, we had an agreement."

"I can't do this to you?" He questioned smirking. "If I do recall, I did it to you numerous times yesterday and you didn't seem to mind."

"Well that was yesterday, today we are Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy the wizarding students."

"Well not just yet, we still haven't arrived at school." He walked slowly over to her, his eyes filled with the same lustful expression that had crossed them over the past couple of days.

"Malfoy…"

He peeled open her robes and lifted up her school skirt. He pushed aside her underwear. Her breath caught in her chest. He touched her outer folds and smirked.

"Someone is already ready for me."

Hermione couldn't do anything but surrender to his will.


Draco Malfoy hopped off the school train with a little more pep in his step. He couldn't help but bully the second years as he made his way towards the carriages.

"Draco, wait up," He heard a voice call.

It was Pansy Parkinson with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle in tow. He could do nothing but wait for them to catch up.

"There you are," She said kissing him softly on the cheek. "We missed you on the train."

She grabbed his hand and they made their way towards the carriages. The darkening sky was filled with a warm breeze; a warm sweet breeze that mixed with Granger's scent. He couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He thought he would be able to quit her like the other girls he so obviously threw away. He thought that he would be satisfied with one hellified shagging session. He had told himself over and over again that she was just like any other girl.

When he had seen her again, he knew what effect he had on her. He was the only one who saw pass her façade. He saw a pink tinge that flushed her cheeks, he saw her shift uncomfortably in her seat, and he saw someone who was hooked. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen these symptoms before, it was how hard she had tried to suppress everything, which he had to admit she did a pretty good job.

"Let's get this carriage." She said pointing to one of the many horseless carriages.

She led him to the carriage, opened the door, and stepped inside. He followed suit and sat down in the far corner of one side. Pansy put her head in his lap and took up the rest of the space on the long bench by stretching out her legs. Crabbe and Goyle clambered in the carriage after Malfoy and took up the opposite bench. Blaise jumped in the carriage and looked around.

"Oi, Parkinson, move your legs," He called out.

She lifted her bare legs in the air so that he could sit down. She then placed her legs over his. The door was closed and the carriage began making its journey up to the castle.

"What is that smell?" Pansy questioned looking up at Draco. "It smells like mudblood."

Malfoy sniffed the air but only found it to be filled with the usual moldy old smell of the carriages.

"I think that's you mate," Blaise said smirking and winking at him at the same time. Lucky for him Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy weren't paying attention.

"I think I'm going to be sick," She said wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"It was the prefect compartment, filled to the brim with mudbloods and blood traitors, as soon as I can I will be able to get rid of the smell," He drawled.

He had grown used to Hermione scent, and just thinking about it made goose bumps appear on his neck and shoulders.

"So what did the mudblood make you do?" Pansy asked softly, entwining her own fingers into his.

"Well obviously she made me do most of the work while rubbing it in my face that she made head girl." He replied.

Soon a mental image of Hermione's sweat glistened body appeared. She was riding him slowly, her bare breasts waiting to be touched. He smirked.

"So did you find out who made head boy?" Pansy asked curiously.

"Yea, Terry Boot from Ravenclaw," replied Blaise.

"I know what I can do to make you feel better," She cooed softly. "I'll come to your room tonight."

"No need," He replied, "Too tired tonight; maybe Blaise needs some cheering up."

Blaise merely chuckled.


Hermione smoothed out her skirt for a third time. They were all riding gently to the castle. She was twisting her hands in her lap. She could smell Malfoy on her, but she was afraid someone else would notice.

"Are you alright, Head Girl?" Ron said smiling. He kissed her neck gently; it was the same place where Malfoy had nibbled so many times.

"I'm fine," She replied automatically.

"So when do you want to talk?" He whispered.

"Whenever you want to talk," She replied.

Little did he know, she was dreading their upcoming conversation. When they got onto the compartment, he couldn't keep his hands off of her. It was as if none of this had happened. Hermione would of felt better that Ron was like this with her, if it wasn't for what Malfoy had done to her on the train. She shuddered slightly.

"We can take the long way back to your new quarters." He said smiling. "Maybe I'll help you christen your new room."

"Well I don't know about that Ron, we have a busy day tomorrow." She heard herself reply. "But I wouldn't mind the walk."

They made their way towards the castle, the carriage gently swaying back and forth. Hermione's mind in deep thought. She knew she had put up a weak fight against Malfoy; it was as if she was expecting it. She had heard the rumors, yes, every girl in Hogwarts fantasized about him. Every girl wanted her piece of the one they called the Slytherin Prince. Hermione now had hers and it seemed that she was at his disposal, which made a weird taste erupt in her mouth. She had given in too easily, and he obviously had as well. It was all supposed to end yesterday, and this now complicated everything.

For some reason, she felt as though she wasn't every other Hogwarts girl. She wasn't, she couldn't possibly be. Yes, they had shagged like wild monkeys in heat the past couple of days, but didn't they share something more substantial then that? It was love, not for each other, oh no, but the love of dance. Isn't that what created the spark between the both of them? She remembered when he had first touched her hips on that dance floor, he was so controlling, so dominating and yet he let her do her own thing.

He was controlling and dominating, she even noted that on the train. She knew that each and every time that he approached her, wanting her, she knew that she would not be able to refuse him. No matter how good of a fight she put up, he would always break her resolve. He had to know that she would do that each and every time. She shook her head as the carriage came to a halt. She was just going to have to make herself unavailable to him. Ron threw her a loving look and led her, grabbing her hand, out of the carriage.


Malfoy found his usual seat at the Slytherin table. The everlasting candles floated high above him as he looked towards the night sky.

"Can you believe it's our last year here?" Pansy asked following his gaze.

Malfoy decided not to justify her statement with an answer. He just continued gazing at the sky; his mind on Granger.

He couldn't think about her. He had already gone too far by giving into his wild urge. He knew he had messed up. He knew that Granger would try to deny him now more than ever since they were now in school. That denial he would have to take in silence. He thought that his need was satisfied, he finally got the mudblood, but his body had other plans. When he watched her come to her loud and hard climax, he knew that his body would never bore of her.

He jumped when Pansy found his hand and entwined it into her own.

"So the mudblood and the blood traitor finally got together?" She sneered.

He could feel his gaze fall from the sky to the couple that was walking down the Gryffindor table, hand in hand trying to find a seat.

"Oi Granger!" Pansy yelled across the table. "When's the wedding?"

Granger turned to look at the both of them. She looked to their entwined hands to his face and turned to sit down, not saying a word. All of a sudden Pansy's hand felt hot in his own. He knew he couldn't remove it, because Pansy was just as smart and as cunning as he was. It wouldn't take her long to put two and two together.

So he did the opposite. He placed her hand to his lips and kissed it then released his grasp.

"Are you sure u don't want me to swing by tonight," She said smiling.

"Positive, I think I have patrol duty tonight." He lied.

The beginning of term feast went on without interruption. He couldn't help but glance at the Gryffindor table. He kept getting kicked in the shins by Blaise who was trying to return his gaze back to the Slytherin table. Granger would catch his gaze for a split second and continue to ignore him completely.

He couldn't help but notice Ron's hand around her waist, and how he gazed at her with an unbelievable look on his face. The look should be unbelievable, he thought, he didn't deserve her.

As soon as he thought it, he had to mentally slap himself. What in the bloody hell was he thinking, Granger was now and will always be a mudblood. She will always be off limits. She will always… leave such a wonderful taste in his mouth. At that thought he felt Blaise kick him harder under the table. He knew now, that he was going to have to go cold turkey.


Before Hermione knew it, dinner was over. Professor McGonagall came over with her new room assignment and her password.

"So are you ready?" Ron asked smiling.

Hermione couldn't help but smile. "Yes, let's go."

They bid Harry and Ginny goodnight and began making their way towards Hermione's new room. They walked slowly in silence their steps echoing off the stone walls.

"Ron…"

"Before you say anything Hermione," He interrupted. "I just want to tell you that it's alright. You were drunk and it was with some ruddy muggle bloke. It would be different if it was Harry, or worse, Malfoy."

Hermione could do nothing but laugh nervously at this joke.

"But I'm over it," He said smiling. "It took me a long time to realize that you have always been there, and I am not going to let one night of stupidity ruin that. I love you Hermione Granger."

Hermione had no words. He of course said that he loved her many times, it was now that she actually believed it.

"Ron," She said steadily. "I'm glad you feel that way, I truly don't deserve you."

They stopped in front of a window, where the moonlight poured in.

"Look Ron…" She was interrupted this time by his lips joining with hers. His kiss was nice and soft like she remembered. It was as nice as Malfoy's, just different. She pulled out of the kiss at this thought. His hands wrapped around her waist, enclosing her in his embrace. She should tell him now, rip it off fast and hard, just like a band aid.

"I really missed you this summer," He said softly, capturing her reluctant gaze. He removed he hands and grabbed hand and they started walking to her dormitory.

"Well I had to say good bye to my aunt and my cousin. I really don't know the next time I will see them again. Only because I don't think I'm going to return to the muggle world once I'm done." She replied.

They kept walking along, he filled her in on what he did over the summer, and his mom constant nagging that she didn't see her more often. It was pretty nice actually. She had missed being around him, and started to feel that familiar bubble of guilt erupt in her stomach. She then turned around. It felt as though someone was following them.

"Well this is me," She said looking at the portrait. The portrait was a huge depiction of a ministry of magic courtroom; it was the first gathering of the Wizengamot. She looked over her shoulder at the darkened corridor.

"Well I am glad that I finally get to hold you again." He said smiling. His blue eyes bore into her hazel ones. His hands encircled her waist once more. "Are you sure you don't want me to come up?"

Hermione contemplated this for a moment, but decided against it.

"I'm really tired Ronald," She said taking in his lustful expression. "Maybe some other time."

"Alright," He replied smiling.

He bent down and caressed his lips with hers. She couldn't help but encircle her hands around his neck. He slowly deepened the kiss tangling his tongue in hers. A noise down the hall made them break apart. It was Peeves, he was floating above them watching their display.

"Ohhhh Ickle seventh years, being naughty in the corridor!" He shouted wagging his tongue at them.

"Go away Peeves!" Ron shouted.

Hermione took her wand out her pocket and pointed it at him. Soon he was swooping down the corridor screaming profanities in the night air.

"See you tomorrow," He said smiling. He kissed her softly on the cheek.

She watched as he followed Peeves' trail to take the shortcut back to the Gryffindor tower, where she knew an eager Harry would be waiting to hear the details. She chuckled to herself. She heard a slight noise and then smiled to herself.

"Did you honestly sink that low to send Peeves on us like a wet hose?" She asked the darkness.

She could feel his familiar warmth on her back.

"How did you know?" A voice drawled.

"Oh come now Malfoy," She said softly. I saw how you were looking at me at the feast, or not looking at me.

"Really?" He said taking off the shimmering cloak.

"Nice invisibility cloak," She said smiling.

What was she doing, she knew she was playing with fire, but she realized, that she didn't mind getting burned. Not after what happened on the train today. His presence alone made her blood boil and her panties wet.

"So you let the Weasel touch you?" He sneered.

"Jealous?" She questioned.

She saw it for a spilt second. A glint of jealousy passed his eyes.

"Of course not," he replied, his cold eyes returning to their lustful state. He moved closer to her. "Unlike the Weasel, I'm going to help christen that room of yours."

Hermione laughed. "Oh no you're not Malfoy."

He walked slowly around her. "Well, I know exactly what buttons to push."

He stopped just mere inches in front of her. The anticipation was killing her, but she didn't let that on. He moved in to kiss her, but Hermione turned her head away.

"Good night Malfoy," She said in a sing song voice that would annoy him.

She whispered the password softly and it swung open to let her in, leaving a confused and dazed Malfoy in its wake.


A/n: So sorry for the late update. I had the urge to resume a fic that I stopped writing. I will try to update as much as possible, but I can make no guarantees. I start orgo on Tuesday. So I will try to update as much as I can. Thanks for all the reviews…they were amazing.

As always… cherbi161