A/N: Sorry for the wait. Look at bottom for longer note. ENJOY!

WARNING: This fic is rated the way it is for a reason! The end of this chapter does contain a lemon! This fic will live up to it's rating!


Chapter Eight

Draco raised his hand after a moment of trying to contact Hermione.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy," Snape turned his gaze to his prized pupil.

"I have short meeting with a prefect, Professor, if I may please be excused for a moment. I'll also stop in and check on my partner so we can finish the assignment," he added the last part with a very reluctant tone that had Snape convinced.

Once Draco was out of the potions room he took off. He stopped at the nearest Girl's Lavatory but didn't hear Hermione inside. He paused, leaning against the stone wall for a second. If he was Hermione and he had to puke where would he go? Not a second later Draco took off with a new destination in mind. He was flushed as he turned the corner out of the Charm's hall and muttered the password to the prefect's bathroom.

"What the hell, Granger!" Theo yelled. Draco gasped for a moment before regaining his composure and hiding his mild fatigue.

"What's going on here?" he asked, appearing unfazed by his housemate's shout. Theo spun around and Draco saw Hermione's face take on a look of relief.

"Look, mate, just tell Granger she better bloody forget this," Theo spoke to Draco but he turned and glared daggers at Hermione.

"Theo," the girl with him finally spoke up, "You shouldn't speak to the Head Girl that way."

"Shut up!" Theo hissed, not thinking clearly. The girl's eyes darkened, "Excuse me?" Theo blushed and the two began to rant and apologize in a frenzy of words.

"You two shut your bloody mouths," Draco commanded and silence ensued, "Who are you?" he asked the girl.

"Patricia Patil," she responded, not meeting Draco's eyes. "Get back to class, Patil." She nodded and left mumbling something about a free period.

"Malfoy, you didn't have to go and ruin all the fun," Theo rolled his eyes, "Just tell Granger to mind her own bloody business."

"You know as well as I that that would never work, Nott," Draco announced, his eyes straying to Hermione, "We need to get back to Potions, Granger." She nodded and headed for the door.

"And you, Nott, need to find yourself a new meeting place, and preferably an older girl," Draco mumbled the last part as he left behind Hermione.

.H.D.

Hermione awoke in a sweat. She wished she could say it was a cold sweat and that she'd had an awful nightmare. But alas, that would be a lie. She pushed a few wet strands of hair from her face and reclined against the pillows.

"What's wrong, Granger?" Draco mumbled. She glanced at him, his eyes were still closed and he resembled an angel. 'Never trust appearances' she told herself.

"Nothing, just a dream," she brushed off even though the effects of the dream were still occurring. She closed her eyes and flashes of the steamy encounter played before her eyelids. At first she welcomed them, enjoying them as something that would never become reality. Then she remembered her bond to Draco. He could see her thoughts!! She immediately pushed the images away, but it was too late.

"What the hell, Granger!!" Draco raged as he sat up, "You're horny?!?!" Hermione blushed and prayed that the green satin sheets would envelope her body. No such luck.

"Just forget it, Draco. It was a dream. It's normal, the book talks about it in chapter eight, and…"

"What! We're in chapter six, Granger!!" He shouted. "Yes, I know. But you see, Ginny got me thinking so I went and reread the book again and I stumbled across that section."

"Good God, Granger, this is not fitting into my schedule!" Draco announced as he got out of his bed and grabbed a pillow.

"Well sor-ry!" Hermione shouted, "It's not like I asked for this, jerk!!"

"You know what Granger…!" Draco was interrupted when a bright light flashed, illuminating the whole room, "Shit!!" he hissed as he threw the pillow back on the bed and glanced around.

"What the heck is happening?!" Hermione asked as she saw feint red laser lines appear near the ground.

"My father, again! The sensors tell if someone with less than pureblood is walking in the room, so stay on the bed!" He commanded as he racked his mind for ideas. His father would be here soon and he couldn't hide Hermione like before. He had to act like normal. What would his father think of a girl in his dorm?

"Come here!" he demanded as he got back on the bed. Hermione scooted close to him, all anger from before dissipated. Draco waved his hand over her and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Her honey eyes glanced down and she quickly snatched up the sheet.

"Now who's thinking about a shag?!" she shot back, blushing as she tried to cover up her nude body. Draco ignored her and preformed the same spell on himself.

"This is not about a shag, Granger. So relax and come lay with me," he assured her. She looked at him, disbelief shown clearly on her face, searching for a hint of laughter in his eyes. When she found none, she laid her head on his chest and felt his arm shift to her lower back.

'Look, Granger, I don't have time to hide you so this will have to do,' his voice was not as foreign in her head as it once had been. She watched as Draco waved his hand over her again, this time she felt an odd sensation on her scalp. 'I changed your hair a bit; don't worry, it's an improvement.' She scoffed and she could tell he was smirking. 'Now, it's supposed to look like we slept together so I need you to pretend to sleep. Don't be all standoffish either, because he'll notice. I need you to act, Granger. And close off your mind to him. I'll help if I need to. Now get with the acting, I'm going to do a few more spells so don't ask anything aloud. Got it?'

'This is going to need some more explanation later, Malfoy, but for now, I'll do what you ask,' she responded. She felt his sigh of relief and then his hand moving to various places over the bed, where she guessed he was casting spells to make their story plausible. She remembered what he'd said and took a deep breath before moving.

She shifted her leg over his, convincing herself that it was purely an act, and moved her right hand up onto his left shoulder. She felt Draco stiffen for a moment before he relaxed into her touch. He moved his hand a little lower than the small of her back, but not exactly on her butt, and she inhaled sharply. Her hair was falling in her face and onto his chest and she could see the ringlets he'd changed it into. It wasn't half bad.

She was just getting used to the idea of their little role-play when she heard a voice.

"What have we here, Draco?" his tone was somewhat playful, yet, at the same time, sinister.

"Father," Draco greeted stoically, "I hadn't expected you tonight. If I'd known you were coming then I'd have postponed my prior engagement." Lucius snickered.

"No need, Son. It seems like you've had a nice evening. She even looks satisfied. Not that a Malfoy has ever left a woman otherwise. Let's get a look at her," with his last words he raised his wand and Hermione levitated a foot over the bed. She felt beyond violated. Draco must have sensed her panic, as he was instantly in her head telling her to calm herself and being…nice.

Lucius used his wand and she spun over, hovering on her back in mid-air. She was immediately embarrassed and completely self-conscious. "She's a tad bit on the heavy side, but I guess her large breasts made up for that," he assessed as he lowered her back down. She hurried back to Draco's side, ignoring the elder Malfoy's comments, and his arm was immediately at her waist again.

"I hope you've preformed the proper charms." Draco nodded, "Of course, Father."

"Then, you'd better hope she's loyal enough to come back after this, Draco." With that said, Hermione found herself once again in the swirling wind. This time she was not entirely alone. She gripped Draco's torso and buried her face in his chest to escape the furious cold. He didn't try to push her away either. His arm held her tighter then before, as she felt the rumbling of his voice in his chest as he spoke with his father.

It seemed like an eternity before the wind began to die down, and even then her surroundings were changing quickly. Draco had pulled her off the bed with him and was carrying her bridal style into his bathroom.

"Damn it, Granger," he cursed as the water began to fill up the tub.

"Your f-fa-father just c-called me fat and y-you're yelling at m-me?!" she managed to scowl despite her chattering teeth.

"No, I am not yelling. I'm angry. Stupid bastard had no right to do that," he amended as he stopped the water and got in the tub, still holding her.

"What was it about?" she questioned as she cuddled up to his chest in the warm water.

"The date of the attack, he expects me to be there on time and ready to fight your Golden Boy."

"You're going to tell Dumbledore, aren't you?" she questioned and watched as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I'll tell your leader. They can launch a preemptive attack and then my father can have a heart attack," he sighed. She almost giggled.

"I thought cuddling in the tub was a one time thing?" she teased.

"What, Love, am I making you horny?"

"Let's forget about the whole dream thing. What my body needs will now be kept strictly to me," she stated.

"No," Draco groaned, "Not what your body 'needs'. Don't put it that way." Hermione gave him a curious look.

"And why not?" Draco looked a bit reluctant as he leaned his head down and planted a little kiss on her neck.

"Because of that stupid Vow, Love," he murmured, "I wasn't sure how it'd come into effect, but…" he kissed her neck again, and, if the circumstances weren't so strange, Hermione would have moaned, "Since you said you need this, that fucking Vow is making me horny as hell."

It was then that Hermione felt his manhood pressing against her side. Her first instinct was to move away, but then the feelings brought on by her dream returned. She turned to Draco and his lips were immediately on hers.

"Malfoy," she muttered as he kissed his way down her throat and shifted her position so she was straddling him, "I don't want this if you aren't doing this of your own free will."

"Well, that doesn't matter now, does it?" He asked between kisses. "Don't worry, though, this isn't going to kill me, Love," he teased as he latched onto her nipple. Hermione gasped and threaded her hands in his hair. Draco took his time teasing her nipples and Hermione grew tired of waiting. She reached down between them and led his throbbing member to her opening.

"Wait," Draco panted and she paused, not releasing her hold on him, "…the baby? Is this alright?" Her face softened at his words as she nodded and he leaned in for another kiss. As their mouths joined, Draco thrust forward, encasing himself in her heat. Hermione's mouth opened in mild shock and Draco took the opportunity to reintroduce his tongue to her mouth. Hermione moaned as pleasure took over all her senses. She was vaguely aware of her back hitting the edge of the tub as Draco switched their positions.

He tore his mouth from hers and her lips immediately found his neck, kissing and leaving love bites in her wake. Draco groaned and upped his pace, pushing them both closer to completion. He could feel her muscles contract around him and he knew she was on the brink. He fought off his own orgasm as he reached between their hot bodies and let his fingers feel out their destination. He smirked when he brushed his finger over the sensitive nub and Hermione shuddered. Knowing he couldn't hold back for much longer, Draco found the nub again and pushed lightly as he rubbed it in a circular motion. Hermione cried out and gripped his back as she came, pushing him over the edge as her muscles contracted around him.

"Draco," she whispered after she'd caught her breath. The only indication that he was still with her was his uneven breath on her shoulder. "Draco, the water's getting cold."

He chuckled as he lifted his head from its resting place, "Cold water is the least of our worries, Love. You just shagged your enemy. As did I."

"There's a second time everything," she countered as he shifted away from her.

"There's a second time for all pleasurable things, Love," he corrected as he pulled out of her.


A/N: Sorry for the long wait. School is killing me, and my social life isn't helping at all. I've been really busy and I'm sorry for the delay. I didn't have enough time to edit this so please excuse errors for now. Also this is my first attempt at a lemon, and possible the last for this fic, so tell me what you thought!! Yours Truly.

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