Silence, that's all their was in the room of requirement for nearly half a minute before one of them dared speak.

"You never did tell me what it was, that your doing Granger…" His voice was quiet, barley half a whisper, as if he wasn't sure whether he wanted her to hear him or not.

"What?" Hermione for some reason, found herself mirroring his quiet whispers.

Draco's voice raised just the briefest, closer to a casual whisper. It sounded different then his usual drawl.

"That gel stuff your spreading on me, that spicy stuff…what is it?"

Hermione had completely forgotten that she was still spreading the gel into his chest, her hands must have had a mind of their own, because she didn't remember moving them herself. Looking down she realized with a small blush to her cheeks, that she had been rubbing it in quite liberally over Malfoy's tattoo, his shoulders and most of his arms were still completely bare.

"Its Oswood Jelly, helps to ease the pain and discomfort that the Cruciatus curse leaves you with, it's the best way to deal with it without using professional help, I'm supposed to rub it into your pained area's until you can feel them, and move them around without feeling pain."

"Oh…"

Hermione wasn't sure exactly what she should do at this point, things were much easier when he was unconscious. Now that he was awake, and still quite the Malfoy he always was, it was causing her to rethink all her actions. Should I ask him before I continue? Should I see if he can, or wants to do it himself? Does he even want me to help him? Or would he rather suffer in pain, rather then let a mudblood even so much as touch him.

"Do-Do you…want me to continue rubbing it into your skin?"

Hermione noticed that Malfoy finally raised his eyes to meet her, and something about them were different, they were still the same gray boarder lining silver they had always been, but they seemed almost softer then usual.

"I can't do it myself Granger." he said, without the slightest hint of sarcasm, just a general straight forward comment.

"Oh…all right." Hermione continued to rub it into the rest of his chest, reaching down to his stomach, to his arms and hands.

Hermione tried not to think how nice it felt to be holding his hand, as she rubbed the ointment into his fingers, feeling them spasm and warm as the jelly entered the skin. When her hand finished with his right arm, she continued on to his left. Starting at the shoulder, moving down the upper arm. She rubbed it into his elbow, and slowly moved down his forearm. Hermione tried to make it quick, but she couldn't help passing her hand over the dark mark. Both looked away from each other when Hermione's fingers pressing against the mark caused Draco to hiss. Neither one of them wanting to bring up a conversation that would surely lead them somewhere they didn't want to go.

Finished with his torso, Hermione glanced over at Draco and noticed that he still refused to so much as acknowledge her presence, hesitating a bit, she quickly asked if she was allowed to do his legs as well. Malfoy nodded ever so slightly, looking for all the world as if he was just bored with the whole procedure.

Moving quickly Hermione was not surprised to find that this was much more embarrassing to do when her patient was awake. Moving both herself and her cauldron, Hermione sat her chair at the base of his bed, roughly in between Malfoy's feet. Starting with his right foot Hermione went about her task with as much lack of attachment as she could. Trying to force herself to see this as nothing more then just mechanical movement, something robotic and completely uninteresting.

Just like brushing your teeth, doing the dishes at home…move one hand then the other, don't look at anything, don't think about anything, its just pointless movement…

This tactic only worked for his feet and ankles, when Hermione's hand moved its way up higher and higher on his legs, up past his knee's and onto his thighs, her concentration was shot. She couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn, she knew her face must be as red as it felt. Her hand slowly moved its way up, just brushing the edge of his boxers, Hermione bit her lip, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand, and not on how nice his legs looked.

Hermione this has gone from sick to just plain embarrassing…it was bad enough when he was asleep, but now he's awake!

Hermione braved a glance up Draco's face, still looking anywhere but at her, she noticed that something was different about it though. He seemed more then just bored now, almost as if he was determined not to look over at her at all, his jaw was tightened and strained, his eyes almost glaring in the direction he was looking. Hermione noticed that the jelly must be worked, because she noticed that his hands were tightly clenching the bed sheets.

I'm not hurting him am I? Hermione stopped moving her hands, leaving them just barley brushing his thighs. Looking once again at his face, she noticed that his face did seem to have a pained expression.

"Malfoy? Are you all right?"

"G-Granger…are you d-done yet?" His voice stuttered, sounding almost forced to her.

What's going on?

She looked over his body, wondering if she had perhaps missed something, or maybe she had rubbed a bruise too hard. Looking all around Hermione hadn't noticed that her hands were now pressing deeply into his legs.Malfoy though seemed to know, as he let out a small hiss, at the contact.

What's wrong, is it something from the curse? Or is it something I did?

Looking down at her hands, Hermione's eyes widened and a further blush accented her cheeks. Oh…um

"Malfoy I-"

"Are you done y-yet?"

"Um…yes I'm d-done"

"Then take your hands off me!"

Quicker then she thought possible, Hermione did so, her hands leaving Malfoy's legs, as he turned to glare at her. Moving one of his hands, Malfoy was able to cover himself with the bed's comforter. His face still glaring at her, Hermione noticed that she wasn't the only one who had a slight blush to their cheeks. Hermione thought it best to try and relieve some of the situations embarrassment.

"Malfoy its alright, I mean-"

"Granger…shut up, and leave me alone. You've done enough, I can move now, your jobs finished."

"Well that's good-"

"Then leave me alone." His voice was back to his usual coldness, but Hermione knew that he was directing it more at her then he usually did, Malfoy was embarrassed and Hermione felt the hint of a smile coming to her face, to know that the Slytherin prince wasn't as invulnerable as he wanted to seem.

"Wipe that fucking grin off your face mudblood!"

Hermione though just turned around, trying to hide her smile, as she tried not to laugh. Imagine what the world would say if they knew that Draco Malfoy, Death Eater was-

"If you ever breath a word about this Granger…"

Hermione could hear the threat in that, and even with knowing now for sure that Draco was a Death Eater, something about the fact that he was half naked, and all but bed ridden cause her not to worry too much.

"Who would ever believe me Malfoy? About any of this truthfully. No one would believe that I would ever help you more then drag your ass down to the Hospital wing, no one would ever dare to believe that I would ever help a Death Eater, except to give them a quick death, and not a single person would ever dream that you-

"You've said enough Granger, now shut up and leave me alone…I'm more then capable of taking care of myself now."

Hermione couldn't help but enjoy the situation. After hours of worrying, and taking care of the blonde ferret, she wanted to get herself some well deserved enjoyment. Walking back up to him, Hermione had nothing less then the biggest shit eating grin in the world on her face as she bent down to whisper in his ear, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Well lets hope you can take care of yourself Malfoy, because I'm done playing nurse with you."

Hermione moved to walk away but not without bursting out laughing at the look on Malfoy's face.

"You-you-you-"

"Me-Me-Me what Malfoy! Dirty mudblood? Stupid Gryffindor? Beaver face? You've exhausted all those insults Malfoy, time to come up with some more…if you can."

Hermione delighted in the way Malfoy's face turned red again, but this time in anger, his eyes were now back to being as cold and hard as they had always been. But they no longer fazed Hermione, she now knew his biggest secret and wasn't about to be afraid of him any longer, she was starting to think she might even understand him just a little. Little being microscopic in its measurement…

"Let me know when you can move Malfoy, the sooner I can leave you and never see you again the better." Hermione gave the boy no time to respond as she turned and walked away. Heading towards the small table, she took a seat and proceeded to read once more from the large tomes.

The hours passed slowly for Hermione, she had started on filling her head with all the knowledge she could find in the room, fascinated (and scared) by the power behind some of the more deadly curses. She discovered that medi-wizardry was much more mind intensive and detail oriented then she originally thought. It was much more different then normal magic, you didn't just wave your wand and say a few incantations, and everything was fine. Potions, charms, counter curses, Arithmancy, body formulas, blood analysis, vitality glyphs, the knowledge required to become fluent in the field more then peaked her interest. Hermione found herself thinking about what it would be like to be a fully trained medi-witch, the past days ordeals had certainly given her a taste of what it was like, and it was challenging; Hermione always had liked a challenge. Maybe I should think of taking some lessons with Madam Pomfrey? Or sending an owl to Saint Mungo's…Surely they have apprenticeship programs after or possible during Hogwarts, it must take years to learn all of this…

Hermione was finding herself quite enthralled in the processes, that she soon found herself looking more into the actual subject of medi-magic itself, more so then just actual counter curses, and treatment. Hermione was so enthralled in fact, that had it not been for the surprising and abrupt knock at the Room of Requirements door, she probably would of kept reading for the next few hours.

The knock seemed to have startled Draco as well, as he seemed confused whether he wanted to move to his feet or hid under his blanket. Hermione watched him, slightly open mouthed as he seemed to make up his mind, as he settled back into the bed, a look of pain on his face.

The knock sounded again persistent but patient. Hermione slowly made her way over to the door, curious as to who it could be.

Should I even open it? It could be any random student wanting to use the room…should I even try and hide Malfoy from everyone? I…don't know. Hermione wasn't entirely surprised that she couldn't decide what she wanted to do with the boy, she had only spend some twelve hours with the boy, and already he seemed to be messing with her head.

Deciding that standing in the middle of the room, while the person knocked a third round against the door. Reaching out with her wand, Hermione undid her locking charm, and slowly opened the door, to show to her surprise a very calm, smiling Dumbledore, and Snape looking, well like he usually did.

"Well good afternoon Miss Granger, I thought that the four of us could have a bit of a discussion about the events that have taken place recently, I thought it best to knock, because as I stated in my letter, it is quite rude to opens one door without being inviting in wouldn't you agree?" Hermione laughed at the older man, his calm wizened voice and humor had always put Hermione at peace, bringing a smile to her face.

"But of course Headmaster, the two of you may of course come in and make yourself at home. Because, well truthfully, I guess this is your home as much as it is mine." Hermione quickly envisioned a few more chairs in the small room, and the magic within the Room of Requirement made her thoughts physical, as two more comfy padded chairs like the first two appeared with a small pop around the table.

Hermione stepped aside and allowed the two older wizards to enter the room. Dumbledore's eyes glanced around the room, before a smile came to his face, bowing his head in the direction of the large beds across the room, he addressed Draco next.

"Ah Mr. Malfoy, how are you feeling my boy?"

Malfoy gave a quick half nod to the headmaster, his eyes guarded.

Chuckling Dumbledore quickly turned around and beckoned Hermione and Snape to come sit at the table. Hermione glanced at the two adults and at Draco before sitting down, looking confused.

"What exactly is the point of this visit Professors?"

Hermione looked over at Snape who hid a quick sneer as he sat down in the chair.

"We are of course here to check on the health of Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger…you see he's been absent from our eyes for far too long. We were wondering if you were taking proper care of him."

Hermione couldn't think of a way to respond to the question. Though she knew that Malfoy was alive, and in relatively fine health, she wasn't actually sure if what she was doing could be described as taking proper care of him.

"Well professor, I just finished administering Oswood jelly, and he's gained most of his mobility back, it seems there is only some lingering pain."

Snape leveled his gaze at her, the same one he used in his classes, when he wanted a complete answer from his students.

"And…I presume that Malfoy should be back to normal sometime in the morning, once this dosage of jelly has finally moved through his system, he should be up and returning to classes by breakfast tomorrow I'm sure…"

Hermione continued to look Snape in the eye, he as always gave her the impression that she had left something out. With Snape Hermione always felt that her answers were never detailed enough, and yet he had always belittled her know it all tendencies.

"Well miss Granger, it seems-

"That you are doing an excellent job as nurse to Mr. Malfoy" Dumbledore quickly interrupted the Potions Master.

"See Severus, I told you miss Granger would do a fine job, and she has. Mr. Malfoy is awake and well, and shall be back in under your care in no less then twenty four hours!" Hermione had to smile at how Dumbledore could turn such a grim situation, and make it sound awfully like Christmas had come a month early.

"I- suppose that you were correct Albus…Mr. Malfoy is this true? Has Granger been taking the proper care of you?" Hermione glanced over just in time to see Draco give another half nod to the professor, seemingly unable to think of anything to say. Snape only made a hmm noise in response. Hermione looked back at Draco to notice that he was once again looking off in some random direction, ignoring everyone in the room.

"Well! Now that, all that is settled…we must unfortunately move on to the more serious, and grave matters…" Dumbledore's recent cheerful attitude changed to a much more serious one, one Hermione had rarely seen on the man. Except when he was talking about Voldemort, or discussing plans with the Order.

"Mr. Malfoy if you would be so kind as to pay your utmost attention to the three of us, it seems the question of what to do with you needs to be resolved now."

Both Hermione and Draco were taken back by the headmasters choice of words, Draco more so as he actually let out a small gasp of what seemed to be fear, though he would never admit it later.

"What do you mean Headmaster?"

"You are a Death Eater Mr. Malfoy, do you not see a problem with that, being a student under Dumbledore's care? The Ministry would not consider you safe to be around other children, even though you are still a student, you are of age. The punishment for known affiliation with the Dark Lord is a sentence to Azkaban prison…didn't this ever cross your mind?"

Hermione felt like a spectator in a verbal battle, she looked over at Snape a man that though she disliked immensely, she had respect for. Here was a former Death Eater, turned spy to Albus Dumbledore, and he was now required to play an unique game of deception. He had to appear loyal to the Dark Lord in front of Draco, so as to not give away his delicate position, but also in quite support of Dumbledore. Lest Draco realize that Dumbledore might know of his professor's allegiance.

Draco on the other hand, only had one card to play, and that was to be complete in his own self preservation. Hermione knew, as the all four of them did. That Draco couldn't deny his affiliation with Lord Voldemort. Whether he admitted it or not, his dark mark was visible in the room for all to see if they so wanted, Hermione actually felt a bit afraid for the blonde. To have come so far to live, only to be caught red handed. Hermione knew he deserved whatever he got, but she still felt sorry for him.

He doesn't deserve this…even if he did choose it. It wasn't truly his decision to make, or even his own. His whole life he's been molded by his parents…does that count for anything?

"Yes, you Draco have been discovered as red handed as you could be, you have the Dark Mark branded on your arm, and you were found on the steps of this school in full Death Eater attire. What do you think of these things?"

They all knew the boy was already on the losing side of a battle, that he only had to wait for the coup de grace to take place, but he still fought on. Determination, pride, and more then a small amount of fear drove him on to protect himself. Everyone could see it in his eyes, the gray almost silver as it burned over the three of them. The effect was only ruined by the fact, that he wasn't standing upright fully clothed, with a wand in his hand. But propped up against three pillows, his chest bare to all, and his body visibly tired.

"I don't have anything to say to your claims headmaster." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes no longer twinkling, but seeming to pierce the very air, like nothing Snape could ever have accomplished.

"And if I were to tell you, that I have sent an owl to the Ministry of Magic, telling them I have a known Death Eater in my custody, that you are going to be sent off to Azkaban for at least one year…Do you have any protest to that?"

Draco's mouth tightened, his eyes lost of bit of their fire. Hermione saw that his hands were clenching the bed sheets very tightly.

"Headmaster…."

Dumbledore's gaze never wavered as he looked at Draco, his stance, and the tone almost made Hermione herself afraid. Snape then continued the attack, for once his sarcasm and stark attitude were directed at the blond Slytherin.

"And if we told you, that until you are under the Ministry's custody, we are going to administer you Veritiserum, and subservient spells in an effort to claim any and all information that you have, that we may have to resort to…less then admirable tactics in these days of war….Do any of these things bother you Mister Malfoy?"

Draco's looked startled with his usually friendly head of house talking to him like that. Hermione could almost hear the thoughts that must be running through his head, the doubts, the confusion. And though Malfoy would never admit it, Hermione felt that he was deeply afraid.

"Headmaster? Professor Snape?…You-couldn't. You wouldn't!"

Hermione's head moved back and forth as she glanced back and forth between the two professors, and Malfoy. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes were hard, and seemed uncaring as he looked at Malfoy. Hermione was startled to see what almost looked like hatred coming from the headmasters eyes, Snape on the other hand, was as calm and collected as always, though he never once tried to protect the blonde like he usually would of. He was completely without sympathy it seemed.

"Mr. Malfoy you are a Death Eater, and I as Headmaster will do whatever it takes to assure myself that my students are safe…even from other students." Both Hermione and Draco were taken aback at the headmaster. Hermione especially was shocked, she had always seen Dumbledore as the benevolent father figure of Hogwarts, but to see him in such a hostile manner irked her. She almost felt herself fearing for the blondes safety, as if Dumbledore would suddenly jump and attack him any moment.

What am I going to do? Why is Dumbledore so angry…Is this how he treats all Death Eaters?

Hermione tried to speak up, but her words were lost before then even left her mouth, she could feel her stomach clenching in nervousness. She knew that this was wrong, that even guilty Draco Malfoy didn't deserve this. Complete abandonment from those who would be most likely to show sympathy, to just throw him away like that…He just made a mistake! Why can't you see that?

"Headmaster, Draco's still young, he's still a student! Could, couldn't he of just made a mistake in joining Vol-Voldemort?" Hermione felt a small blush come to her face for some unknown reason. She wasn't sure if it was because she was now defending the guilty blond, or because of the look of complete and utter shock both Snape and Malfoy were sending at her, Dumbledore just raised a bushy eyebrow as he glanced at her, his eyes losing their hard edge.

"Miss Granger, though I do believe your heart is in the right place, Mr. Malfoy here has broken the law, and has put the students in grave danger. Though I hate to do this as much as anyone, I must think in the collective interests of Hogwarts, and it's students."

"But, Headmaster. How has Draco truthfully broken any laws? Yes he did take the dark mark, but he hasn't done anything yet, he barly even survived the initiation! He needs help, more then he needs punishment."

If anything Hermione felt more embarrassed as the three men continued to look at her. Dumbledore's look turned to from curiosity to a thoughtful one. Snape looked just as surprised as ever, while Malfoy was slowly starting to glare at her.

Hermione fidgeted under the looks of the three wizards for only a moment longer, before Dumbledore removed his gaze to stare back at Draco. Malfoy, Hermione noticed. Was still glaring at her out of the corner of his eye, but he slowly returned his gaze to first his head of house, and then the headmaster. Though he tried his best to keep his mask on, his emotions under control. It was clear to everyone in the room, just how nervous and scared the injured Slytherin was.

Everyone it seemed was waiting to hear what the Headmaster was going to say in regards to Hermione's question. Hermione herself didn't know what to do, truthfully she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to come of this, Malfoy was a Death Eater, but prison at such a young age seemed too harsh to Hermione. At last, after what seemed like close to half a hour to the three of them, Dumbledore cleared his throat and finally fixed his gaze once more on the bedridden blonde.

"Mr. Malfoy, I must implore you to understand the graveness of this situation. You are with no doubt a Death Eater, and servant of Lord Voldemort. This is something I would never allow in this school, if I could help it…." Malfoy seemed to have swallowed his tongue, his face taunt, and eyes wide. Hermione wasn't sure if he was more likely to burst out in anger, or tears.

"Though I shall not take Miss Grangers words out of the account. It is true that you are still a student, and though an adult in the eyes of the Wizarding world, you are still young, and liable to make mistakes, however grave they are. Therefore, I will be giving you a choice, and some time to think upon it."

Hermione knew her neck was going to be sore as she kept moving back and forth between Malfoy to catch his reactions, and Dumbledore to pay closer attention.

"Tonight I am going to leave Miss Granger here to look after you, you are well, and will be up and about tomorrow morning. At which case when you awake you are to report directly to my office, so you can give me your answer. Draco, I will only ask tell you this once." Pausing Albus Dumbledore leveled his gaze with Draco's. Blue eyes behind half moon spectacles, met guarded gray ones, showing the smallest amount of fear.

" To join the side of Lord Voldemort, Draco, shows that you are either a being of such an enormous amount of hate that the rest of us cannot even begin to comprehend how it's possible. Or that you are letting your parents, and their wants and desires above your own. Voldemort is not a benevolent man, he does not reward his followers, he does not take care of them, and cares little more for them, as he does his victims. It is not a choice full of honor, or pride, it is not a path to power, or riches, it is merely servitude, to a Master that is less human every single day."

If Dumbledore's words had any affect on Draco, he was hiding it well, though Hermione could feel the tension in the room, it was thick, and it seemed to reside in just the two wizards who stood face to face right now. A wizard Merlin of his age, and the perpetual child at the cross roads of their lives, follow what you've been told all your life, or the other path?

" You shall not find whatever it is that you are looking for with Voldemort Draco…If he succeeds and immortality is his, he will take dominion of this world, and most likely destroy over half of it. Most of the worlds populations being muggle, would be entirely wiped out or enslaved, the beautiful places of this world would be blackened by war, as Voldemort kills anyone who could ever become a threat to him. Truly he would destroy the very world itself if it meant an end to his enemies."

"So I ask you Mr. Malfoy, if you choose to fully follow Lord Voldemort, your Master. Down whatever path he tells you to, even unto your death, as you have sworn. Then you are committed to such a path, and its consequences, including those of being caught by the Ministry and myself. Though, if you choose to take another road, one where you can become your own master….Renounce him, tell us all you know, every last bit. Find solace in us, whether you are hiding from him in a location that only you and one other shall ever know, or acting as our spy, risking your life to help bring us closer to a peaceful world. We will shelter you, and protect you; and when the war is over, you would be fully pardoned, and free to do as you please, with no hindrance, plans, or requests from us."

The room seemed to echo Dumbledore's speech back around, as no one spoke for several seconds.

"I shall return now to my chambers, Miss Granger, you have the day off from classes, today only. Watch Mr. Malfoy, he is not to leave this room, or have any contact with anyone, until which time that he makes his decision. Do not answer the door should anyone come knocking, as none of us shall come here, except at noon tomorrow at which time Severus shall come to collect you Draco, and bring you to my office, with your answer."

Standing up, Dumbledore beckoned Snape to follow him out. Before exiting the room Dumbledore turn around and spoke once more to the two students, his face was grave, but some light had returned to his pupils, his eyes twinkling once more. Neither Hermione nor Draco noticed this, they were at this time both stunned into silence.

" May the two of you have an enjoyable evening. Miss Granger, I apologize for the inconvenience of this, and for the implications it is putting on your future, but I wish for this incident to be cleared up with as little traceable evidence as possible. Mr. Malfoy, think carefully, no decision like this has ever been put forth to you in your life. Your future is at risk, your very life hangs in the balance as you answer. Choose wisely, you shall not be given another chance. But know that this is your decision to make, not mine, not Miss Granger's, not your father's, or Voldemort's, yours alone."

Dumbledore then turned and quietly shut the door, Hermione could just barly make out him replacing all of her locking charms on the door, for added measure he must of added one or two more charms to the door.

The room was silent once more, but for once this was not an awkward silence, more of a understood one. Draco has a lot to think about…I guess, I'll just go read to pass the time.

"Malfoy-
"Granger?"

They both talked at the same time, their voices mixing, causing a slight echo. Hermione nodded at him, knowing that even if he was staring down so stubbornly at his sheets, that he was still a Slytherin. And no Slytherin would ever forsake what's going on around him.

Malfoy took in a deep breath, his eyes flickered to the door, and then finally to Hermione herself. She almost gasped out loud at the look on his face, they were completely full of fear, and what she thought must be shot nerves. Draco doesn't know what he's going to do at all!

"Just leave me alone for the night Granger…I-I need to be alone as much as possible."

Hermione just nodded her consent, before moving over to her bed, to read the rest of the night away.

Outside the room of Requirement, down a few floors, on their way to the headmaster's office, Snape and Dumbledore were conversing privately, in hushed tones. Snape himself was frequently looking around for any stray ease dropping students, while Dumbledore himself was looking as cheerful as ever.

"Well Severus I think you are wrong, I believe my plan shall work perfectly, though I have to admit I had trouble pulling it off. I had been trying to find a way to get those two alone together, when it all happened on its own, I was hard pressed not to chuckle at fates own design."

"Headmaster-"

"I almost wasn't able to force up enough anger to actually scare Mister Malfoy, I hope the boy makes the right decision."

"Albus…you do know that Draco still thinks I am a loyal Death Eater? And that even if he does decide to change sides, he will still not be completely trustworthy with my secrets for quite some time?"

"Yes…you will have to appear to be the loyal subject of Voldemort…are you willing to play your part again tomorrow?"

Dumbledore in his cheerful mood, his thoughts on chamber music, and lemon drops, missed the glint in Snape's eyes, and the momentary shine to them, as his hands clutched something inside his robes.

"Yes, headmaster, I am prepared."

Her breathing was coming in labored breaths, her body was undeniably hot, as his hands moved up and down her body. Every so often they would stop, and caress her flesh, living a delightful shiver in their wake.

"Hermione…"

Moving down, his lips began to kiss her neck, her collar bone, further down.

They came back to her lips once.

Twice

And then returned to their past location. Hermione felt her body jerking, her senses on overload. Her vision was blurring, all she saw were a few shapes here and there. But she could feel…oh could she feel. She felt his hands all over her body, doing the most wonderful things. She felt his lips, his hot, soft mouth on her stomach, her neck, seemingly everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

Seconds past, or were they hours? All Hermione knew was that they had finally started to make love in earnest, fast and needy, her mysterious lover, treated her like a Goddess, as if his very life meant her pleasure. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to bring his lips down for another kiss, but her own moan stopped her. Before she could think, she suddenly had her hands held abover her head.

"Not now love, later…." His voice sent waves of desire through her, and a thrill Hermione had never experienced.

"Do you love me Hermione?"

Yes

"Do you know that I love you…"
yes, oh yes…

" Don't think….just tell me…"

Hermione for all her worth had trouble getting her mind to think past the wonderful things her body was experiencing, all she knew was that as much as he wanted to talk, she wanted him to stop interrupting this with talking…even if they were words of love.

Yes, I know, just please…

"Please what Hermione?"

Please…I love…oh…

"Hermione?"

Dr-

"Hermione, tell me you love me…I want us to say it together…"

I-I-I- love you…

"Hermione!"

"Draco!"

The vision ended before Hermione's eyes, the heat, and intense feeling disappeared like a mist. Before her stood the darkened room of requirement, the torches had long since burned themselves out over the night. Breathing deeply, Hermione grabbed her wand, and uttered a quick 'lumos' to light the room. Looking around the first thing Hermione noticed was Draco Malfoy, sitting up in bed, a flushed look to his face, eyes wide.

It was then that Hermione remember what woke her. Another one of those god damn dreams…and worse yet, my 'dream lover' is here in the next room, hell he probably… heard me…..

Hermione's eyes narrowed, something didn't add up.

"Malfoy why are you awake?"

"Wh-what do you, I mean what, what are you talking about, Herm-Granger?"

Hermione's eyes opened fully, she gasped as she lifted a hand to her mouth.

"That was you, yelling my name wasn't it?…You had the same dream as I did!"

"Granger, I-I don't know what your talking about, I've been awake for some time, what could you- leave me alone Granger…" Malfoy then tried to roll over to go back to sleep but was interrupted when he felt something poking him in the side. Turning over he noticed that Hermione had quickly moved over to his bed, and was now leaning on it, her hand on his side.

"Mal-Draco…Were you just dreaming about me? About us? Together…in certain ways?"

"Granger…I don't know what you're talking about I-"

"You were weren't you!"

"I-I…" Draco's eyes glanced quickly around the room, trying to find something to save himself with. Before he could even think up an excuse, he felt Hermione's hands on his chin, moving his face up to meet hers, nose to nose, mouth to mouth, silver gray, to amber brown eyes. Draco couldn't lie to those eyes…not when they've been haunting him every night.

Shit…she knows now…

A/N: Ok everyone I'm updating this before I head off to school, so I hope you all enjoy it. I wasn't originally going to have so much in this chapter, the last part was going to be in the next one, but this turned out to be too short for my liking...so I'll just have to put more in the next one. I hope everyone and I mean EVERYONE reviews...I know I have like 40 plus people who get nice little emails about this update...well if you like it, fucking tell me! aight? alright...

anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and believe me. Things just get more interesting as the story goes...its going to be good. I hope you like.

-Sises