A/N: I'm sorry for not updating the past week! I've just been busy. So now I bring you 2 chapters in one day! Enjoy reading :D

Chapter Eight—In The Common Room

"It's so…dark. So Slytherin," Hermione commented, her eyes taking in the interior of the Slytherin common room. It was literally carved out from rock—it was an alcove within the land that Hogwarts stood on, about twenty feet below. There was only little light coming in from the windows up above, giving the room a gloomy state. The walls were bare stone, the floor cold marble. At the far end there was a roaring fire place with leather couches and armchairs. There were desks lined up on one wall, and a few bookshelves. There were Latin mottos and Slytherin banners that hung on the walls, and a large portrait of Salazar Slytherin hung above the fireplace.

"Of course it's supposed to be 'so Slytherin', it's our common room," said Draco. He took a seat in one of the couches—a love seat. He pulled Hermione next to him, and her head rested on his chest. "Why are we here, exactly?"

"You said I had to explain, right? So I'm explaining here. Or would you rather I do this," he paused, and left trails of kisses on her neck, "than explain?" He continued kissing her neck, his toned arms wrapped around her. Hermione's eyelids began to flutter shut, a smile forming on her lips. Draco grinned, and moved up to kiss her chin and her lips, then the tip of her nose, her forehead, then back again. Draco's hands travelled south, and that's when Hermione got to her senses. She jumped up, and said, "Explain first, Draco Malfoy! You can't just leave me for days and start seducing me, explain!"

Draco smirked and made a grab for Hermione. "So I seduce you?"

Hermione pushed him back down on the seat and pointed her wand at him. Of course she wouldn't hurt him, heavens no, but it had more feel and drama like this. "Explain, Draco Malfoy!" said Hermione, jabbing her wand towards Draco. Draco's eyes widened and he started talking.

"I—it was my father's birthday last week and I wanted to comfort him, so I asked Professor Snape to give me permission to go and since Dumbledore wasn't here, I decided to ditch school the whole week long, give my mother some company at home," explained Draco uneasily. Hermione relaxed her stance and gave Draco a hug. "I'm sorry," she muttered, burying her face into his chest. Draco chuckled. "Sorry for what, love?"

"Sorry for acting all drastically and not even considering your actions."

Draco buried his face in Hermione's hair and hugged her back, and they stayed like this for a few minutes. It may have only been a few minutes but to them, it felt like the whole afternoon. They finally broke apart when Draco cupped Hermione's face and bent down to kiss her.

At first it was a gentle kiss on the lips, but Hermione welcomed Draco in, and their tongues started that too-familiar dance again. Although it was chilly in the Slytherin common room, their bodies felt like a hundred degrees. Hermione entangled her hands in Draco's soft blond hair, and Draco's arms wrapped around Hermione yet again, resting on the small of her back. They travelled down south to Hermione's ass, and she didn't complain. She didn't complain when Draco began leading her to the leather couch, whilst not breaking their passionate kiss. All of her thoughts about this moment (and the moment that was led by this moment right now if you know what I mean) were erased from her head. She moaned into Draco's mouth when his hands began massaging her breasts, and occasionally pinching her nipple. Draco smiled and felt himself beginning to harden. He rolled Hermione onto her back and pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Do you really want to do this?" asked Draco. "Because if not, we can stop."

Hermione closed her eyes, catching her breath. She nodded. "No harm could be done if we just…protect ourselves, right?"

Draco smiled and took out his wand, and muttered something, waving it about the two of them. "Shall we proceed, love?" He bent down fast and nibbled on Hermione's ear, not waiting for her response. Hermione giggled, and her hands reached for Draco's zipper. She gasped when he felt how hard he was. His cock twitched a little in response to her light touch. She unzipped his trousers, and pulled them off him as Draco literally ripped away her blouse. His eyes glistened with pure admiration as he glanced at Hermione's breasts. She was wearing a white cotton bra which had its fastening in the front. With one swift motion, Draco unclasped it with his mouth (he was quite experienced with this) and marvelled at the exposed breasts of Hermione. He took one into his mouth, and Hermione suddenly forgot all about exploring Draco's semi-naked body. Her head fell back and she moaned in ecstasy. Draco did this for a few more seconds then switched to the other, before kissing Hermione. Hermione gripped Draco's muscular arms and proceeded to unbuttoning his shirt, excited to see if Draco's pectorals met her expectations. Draco continued kissing Hermione, but when she was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, he quickly pulled away as if remembering something urgent.

Grey eyes sweeping across the couch littered with clothing and some messy mess here and there, Draco muttered "Scourgify" and "Reparo" (it seems that there were some buttons missing on their clothes) and hurriedly dressed.

Hermione, still in her underwear, stood up and stared at Draco, perplexed. "Wh—why?"

"You said you didn't want…you didn't want this to happen," Draco answered, putting his trousers back on, not meeting Hermione's eyes. Hermione opened her mouth, but merely nodded. Yes, she didn't approve of…sex at their age. But it would've been her who would've stopped it, and not Draco "I've-Shagged-Tons-of-Girls" Malfoy.

So why did he do it? Was it purely because of her?

Hermione put on her clothes, too, realizing that any Slytherin would come in any minute. "Where are the Slytherins, anyway?" she asked, hoping to make small talk out of an awkward situation. Draco shrugged, buttoning his shirt. "Tormenting some whiney first years, I guess." He cleared his throat once they were done dressing.

"You…ought to go now," said Draco quietly to Hermione.

It's like that day in Gryffindor Tower again, Hermione thought. She nodded, and stepped out of the portrait hall, wondering about Draco's sudden hesitation.