Weeks passed and Draco started to think he would never want to go home again. Every day there was a new place to go to, a new culture to meet, and some new sights to see. He felt like the world was only just beginning and he couldn't stop his discoveries now.

It had been six weeks since they left London and he was a completely different person. Draco felt much lighter because he didn't thought about the deal with the Ministry, or the wedding with Astoria, and that was a stress reliever. Nature offered him a way out, and he couldn't understand why he had stop to be in touch with it.

Hermione was a huge part of the equation too. If Professor Trelawney had told him six months ago that he would enjoy being around Ganger he would've laugh and assumed that the women just got crazier after the War. But it was true, he and Granger were getting along just fine. Hermione was a very interesting person and Draco felt like he had always something to learn with her. Even though she was bossy about meal times, spending money, curfew, towels and a long list of other things, she was fun to be around. Hermione was so smart that she could keep a conversation better than Blaise could. She could argue with him for hours and he would never get tired of listening to her. Sometimes he got the feeling that she was the right person for him, but then he could think of a hundred reasons why he couldn't stay with her.

The Slytherin Prince would be lying, if he said he didn't enjoy kissing her the whole afternoon, when she was trying to catch up on some Muggle Classics. He loved when she read to him while caressing his blond hair. He loved how she blushed at every innuendo he said. He loved when she was too tired to go to bed so she slept in his chest. He loved how she knew so much about the Universe. But most of all he loved the way that she had a theory for everything. That know-it-all act that once annoyed him, was now making him fall in love with her.

'Crazy boy, Malfoys do not fall in love with such filth!' his mind warned him.

"Draco!" Her voice was louder than his prejudiced father's voice in his head, and he followed. "Dinner is ready!"

He walked into the kitchen and hugged Hermione from the back. He gently placed a few kisses in her cheek and started to kiss his way through her jaw and neck. He placed his tongue in a spot he knew it excited her and she moaned a little. His Slytherin pride and his ego boosted every time he had this effect on her. He wondered if Weasley ever made her moan his name. Before Draco could react Hermione was turning her face to him and kissing him hard with her tongue all over his.

Since their first kiss, their kisses had been hotter and harder every time. They needed more. There was a desire burning inside them, and he didn't know if he would be able to handle it for much longer.

They both stopped breathless, and Hermione set the table and served the dinner. As he took his first piece of roast into his mouth he looked at her and she was smiling at him. He smiled back and asked, "Granger, are you still a virgin?"

He looked at her curiously. His expression was calm and easy-going, his eyes looked at her waiting for an answer. Hermione chocked on her own piece of roast. She coughed several times and her cheeks were red. He couldn't tell if it was from the lack of air, or his question. She coughed once more to clear her throat. "Why do you care?"

"Well, I just want to know. I am not a virgin, since I was 14." He shrugged and drank some water.

"So soon? With who? Pansy?" she looked surprised but he didn't understand her reaction. He was The Slytherin Sex God for Merlin's sakes! How did she expect him to win such title?

"Tracey Davis, and then Pansy. What about you? Weasel or Scarface?" He bet Potty, but she was always fond of The Weasel.

"I would never do such thing with Harry!" Hermione was officially disgusted so she levitated her plate to the sink and made it wash itself.

"So, it was Weasley. When? I could always tell you liked him. Since you bought that ginger piece of fur you refer to as Crookshanks, anyone who was bright enough could tell." He smirked and looked at her cat that was lying in the couch not caring if he was being mentioned or not.

"Why do you care then?"

"Come on now, Granger. There is no need to be so defensive about this subject. How about a game?" He proposed, doing the same she did with her plate and cursing himself under his breath because he never thought of doing the dishes that way. "I ask you a question and you answer it. For every question you answer, you get to ask me one question. Can we do it?" She was a bit reluctant but she nodded. "Well, alright. Are you a virgin?"

"No." She answered. She dint even wait his comment and shoot her question. "How many girls have you slept with?"

"More than 10, less than 40." Draco looked at her astonished expression but he continued. "Who was your first time with?"

"Ron. Have you ever kissed a guy?"

"Yes, Blaise. How many sexual partners have you had?"

"I can't answer that!" She blushed once more. "It's not even fair, you git. You were too close to fuck all of the girls in our year!"

"This was going so well!" He held her hand and looked into her eyes "You can trust me on this. I have just one more question and we can go do whatever you like. Please."

Hermione looked at his pleading expression and answered his question. At first he was surprised to say the least, but then he wasn't sure if she was speaking the truth. "Three? What do you mean three? Granger there is no need to be embarrassed, I-"

"I am not lying, if that's what you mean" She let go of his hand and started to clean the kitchen. Crookshanks moved closer to her and she gave him is daily dose of some fancy food that was produced by muggles. The cat looked at Draco and grunted like it was a person. He thanked Hermione for the food and left for her bedroom. "And there goes the only ginger I will ever have in my bed again" She sighed.

Draco moved closer to her and smirked, "Gingers are no good. Have you ever tried blonds?" She raised her eyebrow and moved to the living room. He felt that in just a couple of minutes Hermione drifted far away from him, and he wasn't enjoying it. "I'm sorry, Granger. Maybe I shouldn't have asked, I was out of line-"

"It's alright. I shouldn't be so touchy about this subject, we are young adults after all and-" Hermione took a seat and he sat across from her. She looked at him and sighed once again. "Look I am not asking you to understand, it's just. I've never openly talked about this with anyone besides Ginny. Not even Ron. We never talked, we just-"

"Okay. Alright, there is no need for me to have that image in my head, thank you very much." He smirked and she cracked a smile for him. "I just want you to know that, if you want, you can talk to me about it. You can trust me, Hermione"

She smiled and moved closer to him. "I like the sound of my name in those lips of yours. Please do call me like that. Granger feels so formal." Draco kissed her and he smiled at that. She was here, right here and he could never let her go.