Hermione and Draco were walking hand in hand along the corridor to Defence Against The Dark Arts. She had not been able to stop smiling since the night before. Draco had told her that he loved her.

Standing outside of the DADA classroom they saw Pansy Parkinson walk around the corner. She scowled. It was clear that she had thought her letter to Lucius would make Draco see the error of his ways. As she walked level with them Draco grabbed Hermione by the waist thrusting her body against his own kissing her roughly, aware that Pansy had stopped to stare at them.

"There's no one that I want to be with more than you." He was starring straight into Hermione's eyes.

Pansy cried out and walked hurriedly into the classroom. Draco smirked.

"Draco."

"What? You punched her. Besides, now she has heard it from my mouth. And it was an excuse to kiss you." He pulled her against himself again.

Hermione was sitting across the table from Ginny in the library. They had been given a mountain of homework from Professor McGonagall.

"So, how's everything with Draco?"

"We are great. His mum sent him a letter yesterday though, his father is still furious. I don't think that will ever change to be honest."

"I don't think so either. How is his mother taking it?"

"Surprisingly well. She isn't completely sold by it, but she wants him to be happy. Apparently his father came home and destroyed a whole room. I don't think he appreciated being told to leave by Professor McGonagall."

"I bet it is rare for him not to get his own way. Hey Draco."

Hermione felt him kiss her on the neck before he slid into the chair beside her.

"Oh god what time is it." Ginny checked her watch. She slammed shut her book and shoved her belongings roughly into her bag. "Sorry, I'm late for Quidditch practice." She ran out of the Library.

"Oh no, alone again," Draco said smirking.

"Draco, we are in the Library."

"So."

He reached forward, pulling her into a kiss. He loved it when she couldn't restrain herself. Her hands where in his hands, pulling his head roughly towards hers. She pulled away from him. He kissed her neck again.

"Draco... Library..." was all she managed to say.

"Then we can go somewhere else."

His eyes were burning fiercely. He pulled her to her feet, helped her pack her bag and then led her to an empty classroom. Before Hermione knew it her bag had been thrown carelessly to the side. He picked her up, put her on top of a desk and was standing between her legs kissing her feverishly. His hands moved to her waist and pulled her against him. The door handle turned and Professor Flitwick walked into the room as they jumped away from each other.

"What are you two doing in here?" Professor Flitwick asked, eyeing them both suspiciously.

"We needed somewhere private to talk Professor. After what happened with my father we can't talk in public, unless it gets back to him and makes matters worse," Draco lied flawlessly.

"Of course, very well" squeak Flitwick. "I need this classroom however. I have decorations to sort out."

Hermione picked up her bag and they left silently. Unable to look at each other. They started laughing once they had reached the staircase.

"That was really close."

Hermione blushed brightly around the ears.

"What was close?" Blaise was on the staircase behind them.

"Flitwick almost caught us... in an embarrassing situation" Draco replied. Hermione coughed.

Blaise laughed as he continued walking down the stairs.

She parted ways with them as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was discussing their latest Herbology lesson with Neville when Ginny sat down next to her. She was soaking wet.

"It's raining snakes and lions out there. I couldn't even see the Quaffle." She started piling food onto her plate. "What have I missed?"

"Nothing." Hermione blushed.

"Spill."

"I will tell you in the dorm."

They sat down at a corner table at the Three Broomsticks while Blaise and Ginny were at the bar getting drinks.

"I have to get a new quill and I want to have a look at the books for sale. What do you want to do?"

Draco threw his arm around her shoulder. "I'm happy doing whatever you want to do."

"Isn't that sweet."

Draco turned to see his father standing at the side of their table.

"What are you doing here father?" Draco said coldly.

"I was hoping to see you, having come to your senses. But no. You are still a disgrace to the name of Malfoy and wizard alike." He matched Draco's cold tone perfectly.

Hermione stood up furious. Draco stood up putting his hand on her wrist.

"Father. I think we should go outside; so we don't make another scene."

They left silently. Ginny and Blaise joined Hermione at the table, looking slightly worried.

"Are they safe out there on their own?" Ginny asked.

"Probably not" answered Blaise. "Maybe I should go stand guard."

Before he made it to the door however Draco was stalking back inside. His cheek was red and his face furious. Blaise stopped him and was talking to him quietly.

"Well this is fun" Ginny said awkwardly. "Do you think he hit him?"

Hermione sat silently, worry making her unable to talk. The boys stood together in a huddle for five minutes. When they returned to the table Draco's cheek had turned a light pink and his face was much calmer. He put his arm around her shoulder again and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry" he whispered to her.

"He hit you didn't he?"

"It isn't anything that you haven't done." Despite herself she smiled.

"That was different," she said quietly.

"Come on, let's go."

Draco was walking between the aisles, running his fingers over the spines of books as he went. Hermione was sitting in the corner sitting on a comfortable looking couch reading a book on advanced charms. Her face lit up when she was reading. He wasn't looking forward to explaining what had happened between himself and his father. It was safe to say that he wasn't going to be "forgiven for his misdeeds" any time soon. His cheek still stung softly after his father had back handed him.

He sat next to Hermione on the arm of the couch. She smiled softly as she registered his presence. He hoped that she didn't mind poor men, after all it sounded like he was likely to be unless he broke up with her. Then again, she had been in love with Weasley. Why did they break up? Not that he was complaining.

Draco smiled to himself as Hermione's hand came to rest on his knee. His whole body tingled every time she touched him. He bent down and kissed her head.

"Are you ready to leave?" she asked him, starring up into his face.

"I want to do whatever you want to do."

She smiled. "I think that I should pay for this and then we should go for a walk in the grounds."

They entered the school gates hand-in-hand, talking casually. Ginny and Blaise had left them an hour before hand to meet up with other friends. They made their way towards the lake as it started to drizzle rain.

"Just our luck."

The rain began to fall hard and fast. They ran toward the castle, slipping and sliding on the muddy road.

"I have some bad news."

"What's that?" Hermione shouted over the rain.

"Your shirt is see through." Draco smirked.

Hermione looked down. He wasn't lying, her bra was clearly visible.

"Here."

He stopped, pulling off his cloak then his shirt. He shoved his shirt over Hermione's head.

Draco stood in front of her shirtless. He was very toned. Had he always been this fit? She noticed him looking at her. He stepped closer.

"See something you like?"

"You have no idea. You are going to catch your death, put your cloak back on."

He pulled the cloak back over his arms and shoulders but left his chest visible.

"Touch it. You know you want to."

"Shut up," Hermione said laughing. "Come on."

She grabbed his hand and continued running up to the castle.

"Well you have seen me shirtless?" he said the second they were under cover.

"And you have seen me see through."

"Speaking of which, I need my shirt back." He winked.

Hermione performed the drying spell on herself and Draco. He was pressed against her, lips millimetres from her own.

"You know we are going to get caught like this again."

"I don't care."

"Oh that Prince spirit" she mocked.

"What can I say," he shrugged. Hermione pushed him away slightly, taking off his t-shirt, she passed it back. "I never thought that when you took off my shirt for the first time that it would be like this." Hermione laughed.