A/N: Happy reading my lovelies~

The first night Hermione spent in Draco's room was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. They went at it again, and again and...well...practically the whole night. She had always people say things like that, but she didn't know it actually happened. By the time she woke up it was nearly noon. And waking up hadn't exactly been the most pleasant thing in the world.

"God fucking damnit!"

She jumped up, startled, hugging the covers around her chest. "What!" she screamed in a panic.

"Ugh! God!"

She looked over at Draco, who was staring at his chest with the most disgusted face she had ever seen him make.

"What happened?" she was breathless, still not fully functioning, and half asleep.

"You drooled all over me! Fucking shit!"

Hermione groaned, rubbing her face. "God, you woke me up for that?" She fell back against her pillow, grumbling.

"It's disgusting!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny!" he spat, nudging her roughly. "We're making a fucking pillow barrier from now on. No way I'm letting you sleep on me. We're not a couple anyway."

"Fine," she mumbled, more concerned about her sleep than anything else. Although she had come up with a rather interesting thought. "Hey, Draco," she said calmly, pausing to yawn.

"What?" he groaned, wiping the drool off with a tissue.

"Am I the first girl to spend the night?"

"Come off it Granger, you should know by now weren't my first."

She turned over so that she could look at his face.

"That wasn't what I asked." She said softly.

He stopped wiping his chest and looked up at her, then looked away quickly. Hermione could hardly believe her eyes, but…was he blushing? His cheeks had a soft pink hue to them.

"I guess technically, yeah." He mumbled.

Hermione's stomach lurched. She knew she shouldn't feel special. Because that would lead to nothing but disaster. So she said nothing. She took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, blinking. That was the best sleep she had had in a while. He had pushed her to exhaustion, and sleeping naked was a lot more freeing than she ever thought it could be. The soft linen against her skin, the only barrier between her and everything else…she felt sort of sexy.

Strange thoughts started to fill her head. Had she really just thought that? Yes…so maybe Hermione Granger could be sexy. She suddenly felt the need to feel like that all the time.

"Wanna shower?" he said, pulling her from her thoughts.

"It's ok, you go first." She told him.

"I meant together."

"Oh." Color rushed to her cheeks. "I'm actually…sort of…" she bit her lip.

"Sore?"

She nodded sheepishly.

He nodded, getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom.

It was strange seeing him naked without the purpose of sex. It was like going to a museum and seeing those naked statues. Like it feels wrong but you can't help but stare at them. And Draco was quite the sight to see. She still couldn't really believe how she had gotten lucky enough to fuck a guy like that. Strictly appearance wise.

He had that sharp jawline that drove girls crazy for whatever reason. His shoulders were broad, his arms strong enough to carry her so that she felt virtually weightless. Then there was that chest. She wanted to run her fingers over his abs, trace over them again and again, and enjoy the warmth of his skin. His legs. His thighs were ridiculous, to be honest. Toned and strong, and he had this sort of stamina that allowed him to go on forever.

It was no wonder why he was called the Slytherin Sex God. Maybe he'd ruined her for any and all future partners.

She shook her head, trying to steady her thoughts. She stayed like that for a long time, letting her mind drift, and glancing about the room. It was rather plain, but incredibly tidy. He must be very particular about things.

The door to the bathroom opened and Draco came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. She caught her heart racing.

She inhaled sharply. No, no, this was fine. She could find him attractive. There was nothing wrong with that. Anyone would admit that Draco is a handsome guy. She wouldn't exactly be fucking him otherwise. But she didn't like him.

"All set for you." He said, nodding to the bathroom.

She cleared her throat. Had his voice gotten deeper? Why was she thinking these things? She took a deep breath, trying to push all those thoughts out of her head. It was probably just because they had been fucking all night.

Yeah.

"Thank you," she said, getting up, before she realized that she, too, was stark naked. Her cheeks went crimson red.

"What's wrong?"

"Um…" she held the covers tightly, making sure she was still covered as she sat up.

Draco looked at her curiously. "I've seen you naked before, Bambi."

"I know," she stuttered, clenching the sheets even tighter than before, "It's just…"

He rolled his eyes and undid his towel, tossing it to her.

She caught it, surprise on her face.

"Go on." He nodded at her.

That only made her blush more deeply. She wrapped herself with the towel and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door and taking a deep breath. She didn't know why he gave her the towel. She would've thought he'd yank the sheets away from her or something like that. He loved making her feel hopelessly awkward. Maybe he was just too tired to start anything?

She couldn't help but smile at the towel down in her hands. It was a nice gesture. She would dare so much as to call it sweet.

After that, things had become rather…regular. Which was a strange way to describe the situation Hermione was in. But she had gotten used to Draco, and, she thought, he had gotten used to her. So the bickering had died down a bit, but not too much, and as a result, the sex only got better and better.

Hermione found herself in much better moods these days. There was just an overall sense of happiness. She assumed that was a result of orgasming regularly. And good lord, Draco knew how to make her cum regularly.

She sat in Charms, a class which she now was extra early to, so that she could indulge in a few private moments with…she stopped herself. She almost thought of him as her lover. And he most definitely wasn't anything of the sort. Her hands began to shake. He wasn't. Was he?

She couldn't start thinking of him in such a way. It would ruin everything. They were only in it for the sex. She couldn't lose sight of that.

"Hey Bambi," there was a low growling in her ear, and her heart skipped a beat. Draco dropped his bag on the table, taking his seat next to her. He flashed her his infamous smirk. "God your legs are such a tease."

She quickly uncrossed them, placing her hands on her lap. "I wasn't trying-"

He caught her chin in his hands, "You don't have to try, Granger."

She could feel his warm breath on her lips, and it sent goosebumps down her spine.

He moved to extend his neck, his lips lightly brushing over hers before he recoiled quickly, dropping his hands. Her heart tumbled.

"We shouldn't be doing that shit." He muttered, pulling out his books and starting to scribble angrily on a piece of paper.

She chewed the inside of her cheeks, inhaling sharply. This was bad. She felt…disappointed? Was it because he pulled away? What was wrong with her?

There was still no one around…it's not like they'd get caught…

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to her, taking his lips into her own. He was caught off guard, and nearly fell off his stool, but managed to grab hold of the desk, his other hand clenching her thigh.

She pulled away quickly, and as though he had just realized what happened, he removed his hand in a daze, struggling to regain his composure.

"The hell was that all about." He spat.

"Don't tease, Malfoy." She said calmly.

He grinned wickedly, placing his hand on her thigh again, brushing her skirt away, "But you love a good tease…"

The classroom door began to creak open, and Draco quickly pulled away, his head and hands snapping back to his work. Hermione sat in silence, smiling to herself.

She couldn't focus in charms that day. She kept thinking about Draco. She wanted to look good for him. Not because she liked him or anything, she didn't, but she wanted to look good. Ginny was always talking about how great you feel when you have a sexy pair of underpants on. Hermione wanted to try it first-hand. Besides, the more attractive she looked the better the sex would be right? So this was purely for her own benefit. It had nothing to do with him. At all.