Hey, sorry people I really don't know what's gotten into me, I haven't updated in ages! Thanks though for still sticking with me and the story, I'll make it up to you somehow.

Hermione woke up the next morning feeling heat along one side of her body. She groped at the cause of this temperature difference, only to find her hand come into contact with warm flesh. Alarmed, she opened her eyes quickly and found herself confronted with the bare chest of one Draco Malfoy. Not only that but they were so close that she could feel his breathing against her head and their legs were tangled together. Slowly and silently, she tried to free her legs without waking him, and froze when he groaned in protest. What's more, he actually pulled her closer and nuzzled into the chaos that was her hair. Sighing, she tried once more to free herself from his clutches, and squealed when she looked up to his face to see if he was still asleep, only to find his steely gaze locked onto her. He was definitely awake, and a blush appeared on his cheeks when he realised he was holding her. Mumbling apologies, he quickly let go and retreated to the other end of the bed, while Hermione left the comfort and warmth of the covers to go to the bathroom.

Once she came, back, she was surprised to see Malfoy still in bed.

"Aren't you going to get up?" she asked, pretending not to notice the panic she had seen in his eyes when he realized she was back.

"Uh... yeah... just give me five more minutes..." he mumbled, blushing furiously. Why was he blushing so much this morning?

"Um OK. Hurry up though, classes start soon."

She took no notice of his mumbled reply as she grabbed her bag and prepared to meet Ginny for Charms. She couldn't help but let her mind run back to Malfoy, his grey eyes, his bare chest, his untidy hair that made him look so... no! Shut up, oh my God, what? Get a grip... damn though he really is well built DAMMIT I SAID STOP!

She held her bag tighter, almost running to class.

Draco woke as he felt hips grinding against him while someone tried to pry her legs away from his. Not able to allow such comfort flee from him, he groaned and pulled the girl in closer, and noticed how she froze and tensed. Suddenly curious as to who this girl may be, he opened his eyes, moments before he remembered that Granger had asked to sleep in his bed. Indeed, he found himself faced with a wall of bushy brown hair that smelled like honey. He managed to get a few breaths of the wonderful perfume before the witch started wiggling her hips again, letting out amazingly sexy grunts of effort.

Suddenly, chocolate coloured eyes were connected to his and they stared at each other before Draco realized what a compromising position they were in. He mumbled an apology and almost leapt away, while she left the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on hr backside, barely covered by her shorts that had crumpled up during her sleep. Just as she closed the door, he felt a familiar heat and tension in his lower abdomen.

"Shit." He cursed, as part of his body grew to stand against his will and ignoring his curses.

Merlin, no, not her, why her, why Granger? I don't even like her! She's not even pretty, with her big bushy hair (that smells like honey) and her short legs (that she rubbed against mine) and her hips... and bum... OH GOD STOP IT! OK I have to think of something disgusting, um... Potter, Weasel, Nott, Moaning Myrtle for crying out loud!

He was definitely surprised when she came into the room, and he blushed as he imagined her seeing the tent near the middle of his body. Thankfully, he had made sure it wasn't visible. They exchanged a few words, that slipped his mind as soon as he heard them and he watched as she bent over to get her bag, pointing her behind in his direction.

Merlin, what are you doing to me! Stop it, I have to get rid of this, not make make it worse!

When she left, he finally let out a sigh, and only when he heard the front entrance close did he allow his hand to make it's way towards his middle, thinking about anything, anyone, other than those chocolaty brown eyes and that backside.

Hermione and Ginny met in front of their classroom over 15 minutes before class started, and went find seats so they could sit next to each other. Ginny asked why the brunette was blushing and reluctantly, Hermione explained the events of the night before and that morning to a giggling red head. Once she had stopped laughing, Ginny presented her friend with two letters that had arrive that morning, but Hermione had missed breakfast. Opening the letters, Hermione found they were from Harry and Ron, in response to her news about the Bond. She read Harry's first, guessing that Ron's would probably be angry or some other nonsense.

Hermione,

I'm sorry to hear about that Bond with Malfoy, it must be hard to have to live with him, but if you say you're OK then I believe you. I'm trying to find a few books for you on it but I haven't found any yet. Anyway good luck with Malfoy and your N.E.W.T.s, I know you'll do great. Say hi to Ginny for me.

Harry.

She smiled as she read his letter, and relayed the message to Ginny before passing on to Ron's.

Hermione,

I'm SO sorry about that Bond thing! I wish I could be there to help you but I'm so busy lately! But don't worry, we'll find a way out of this, I promise. I'm proud of you staying strong and saying you're OK, even though I know you're not. I'm sorry, I know that if we hadn't broken up this would never have happened. I'll see you soon, hang in there.

Your Ron.

Hermione sighed as she read. She wasn't expecting any better but she had hoped that he would understand the situation or once and actually believe her when she said she was fine. She had to swallow her frustrations though, as Professor Flitwick waddled in, almost hidden between the tables, and started class.