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Disclaimer: You think you would know by chapter 10 that I am not J.K Rowling, and I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter.

-Hermione Granger

"Hmm." I hummed quietly, stretching my arms above my head slightly, tensing and untensing my muscles to wake them up.

As I pulled my pillow closer and opened up my eyes I was met with the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy.

If you would've told me while I was growing up that someday I'd be willingly sleeping next to him, I might have recommended you take a visit to St. Mungo's, or even go to a muggle hospital.

Even just less than a week ago he was still just Draco Malfoy; Ferret. The guy who picked on me, Harry, and Ron while we were growing up. Now if you ask me who Draco Malfoy is... I don't know how to answer exactly.

In the past few days he's shown to have more depth than I ever thought possible for Draco. I mean having to be forced to choose Voldemorts side, and to take the Dark Mark must've been horrible. Not to mention watching his mother take the Cruciatus Curse over and over, and the spell caster being his own father.

I knew from Harry's stories of Lucius Malfoy's want of power and pureblood reign, but I never thought I'd hear of him abusing his wife and only son, the heir to the Malfoy name and all of Lucius' money once he passes on.

Sure, Draco's abuse was far less than that of Narcissa's, but the abuse was still there. Mentally at least, and that leaves physical problems. It's probably why he was such a bully while we were all growing up.

Feeling the bed shift a little, I glance over to find him now facing me. Slowly reaching over, I gently brush his white-blonde hair away from his face and eyes.

"You're not supposed to be touching my hair, Granger." He mumbled, leaving his eyes closed.

Smiling slightly I continue, lifting my other hand up to his hair also.

"I believe, Mr. Malfoy, that I can do whatever I like."

"Do you now?" He questioned, blinking his eyes open finding mine right away.

As I nod my head, he lifts himself up and moves so he's hovering over me.

"Well if you can do what you like, can I do what I like?" He asks.

"According to what that thing you want to do is I suppose." I smile up at him, earning one back.

"I think you know what it is." He says before tilting his head down and placing his lips over mine gently. A couple seconds later however, I sighed through the kiss and pressed my hands against his chest pushing him away.

"Draco, I have to go help Ginny do a couple things before her bachelorette party."

"You can go later." He pouted, causing me to chuckle.

"Is Draco Malfoy, perfect picture of Slytherin house, actually pouting because he can't kiss me? Hermione Granger, Princess of Gryffindor? Never thought I'd see that day happen in a million years."

He smirked.

"Miracles can happen, Granger. Now, where was I before you so rudely interrupted me?"

His smirk broadened before he lowered his lips down on mine once again, just as I opened my mouth to protest mind you, so he took it as his opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth to poke at my own.

Losing the battle with my own mind and body I moaned, then slowly slipped my arms up to wrap around his neck knotting my fingers in his soft locks. However feeling his Malfoy smirk against my lips, announcing his win over me, I pulled at the said locks lightly earning a groan out of him.

Following the lead of a Gryffindor lioness I flipped us over so now he was the one on the bottom. Feeling his body still underneath my own, I smirked my own smirk which I'm sure could've have mirrored his own, or beaten it, then proceeded to slide my hands up along the contours of his abdomen and chest, igniting little goosebumps all over his skin.

As I moved to press myself against him more, something caught my attention immediately. Pressing my lower body down against his, and moving my hips a certain way I felt his hardness press against my inner thigh. Thrill soaring through my veins-not to mention a little shock- I pressed myself against it a little more, causing a groan to emit from Draco's chest below me.

"Granger." He muttered huskily as he pulled back from our kiss.

"Yes, Draco?" I questioned as innocently as I could as I ground my hips down on his once more, earning a slightly louder groan.

"You're not gonna make it to see Weaslette if you keep this up." He growled out, how now molten grey eyes finding my brown ones.

"Whats wrong?" I asked, slowly pressing kissed to his neck and jaw, "Can't handle a little lioness like me?"

"Lioness hmm?" He questioned, using that voice you know he's smirking.

"Isn't that what you called me? 'Your little lioness'?"I answered, referring to his comment last night.

"Yes it is, and my little lioness is looking to play is she?"

Smirking, I got up off of him watching as his smirk disappeared from his lips.

"She does, but sadly she has business to attend to elsewhere, so she needs to shower now instead." With that, I gathered up some clothes and made my way into the bathroom, but not before hearing a muffled 'damn Minx'.

A couple of hours later, I found myself still in Ginny's room transfiguring Harry's, Draco's, and many other Quiddicth uniforms to fit the girls for tonight's Quidditch themed Bachelorette party.

"Ginny, yours is done!" I exclaimed, holding up the newly smaller Quidditch uniform that used to belong to Harry, the letters 'POTTER' still on the back directly above his large number 7 although faded now to a dull yellow.

"So is yours." She smiled as she ran over to me, carrying a green set of robes in her arms.

Swapping uniforms with her, I looked at the one I'd be wearing tonight. Holding it up, it was much like Harry's, except green, but like Harry's it had to be shrunken down to fit my figure which it now had been. Eyeing the Slytherin crest on it I turned it around and my eyes were met with bold white letters spelling out 'MALFOY' and his number, also 7, directly underneath his name.

"Kay so instead of wearing a jumper underneath the cloaks we can wear tank tops and instead of the pants we can have shorts." Ginny smiled again, imagining the outfits.

"How short are these shorts going to be?" I question, placing the cloak down to rest on the back of a chair. Turning to face her she had an eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"Only you would question how short our shorts are going to be when we're going to a Bachelorette party." She laughed and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't want to seem like a harlot running around the streets now do I?" I inquired.

She shook her head.

"We're not going to look like sluts Hermione, Luna's already dressed in everything, give me a minute." She said as she walked over to the stairway, "Luna! Can you come down here a second?"

"Give me a minute!" I heard Luna yell, then after a couple of seconds she emerged from the stairs.

Looking at her, she didn't look too harlot like. Underneath the Quidditch cloak she wore a red tank top that didn't show off as much cleavage as I thought it would have. Lowering my gaze to her shorts, they weren't that bad. The weren't long, but they weren't that short either really. They came down to about mid-thigh and were black in color. However the shoes she had on didn't scream Luna, being 6 inch high heels, they pulled the entire outfit off.

"Okay fine, but are the stilettos a requirement?" I asked, wincing slightly which cause Ginny to chuckle.

"No they're not required, Hermione. But they'll make your legs look sexy as hell."

"Maybe then." I laughed.

"Are you both done with me? I'm not done with transfiguring yet."

As we both nodded, Luna spun around and ran up the stairs again, but not before I caught what was on the back of her Quidditch cloak.

"Lovebottom?" I questioned, holding back my laughter as the perverted side of my brain took over.

"I don't know, she combined her last name with Neville's to show their relationship to the world or something. She said it, but I was too busy trying not to laugh as I thought of how wrong it sounded." Ginny explained.

"So I'm not the only one who found that bit funny?"

She shook her head and we laughed for a good 5 minutes before continuing on with our transfiguring.

The night passed by in a blur. The party took place in a muggle bar in London where we all got a little more wasted than we needed to, but hey, it was one of Ginny's last nights to party before she got married to The-Boy-Who-Doesn't-Like-Alot-Of-Attention so, to everyone's surprise, even I got drunk. It wasn't my first time being drunk, no not at all. But it was my first time drinking with so many people.

The only one who didn't get as drunk as the rest of us was Fleur Delacour who we all decided would be our 'designated driver' for the night. Even if she was used more as our mother watching over our every move.

Before we made our way back to Hogwarts, we ended up going to Gringotts for the second time and changing our money from muggle currency back to galleons...since when did I have so much money in my wallet? Oh well. As we got back to Hogwarts Ginny and I headed to her part of the castle and found Harry, Draco, and Blaise playing Exploding Snap. What an odd sight that was.

Copying Ginny's actions, well almost considering she grabbed Harry, I grabbed onto Draco's arm and brought him back to our room.

"Hermione? Are you drunk?" He questioned once the door to our room was shut. Turning and smiling at him I walked over to him slowly, smirking when his eyes lowered to rest on my hips that I made sure were swaying.

As I straddled his lap I placed my index finger over his lips and said, "Shh, we can talk all you want later, but for right now I'm going to kiss you and I'm going to find out exactly what I was missing out on when all the other girls in my room were talking about when they were calling you Slytherin's Sex God." Watching his eyes widen, I smirked and leaned in pressing my lips to his.

And that my friends, is how I, Hermione Granger, woke up the next morning naked, sore in places I didn't even know could be sore, and tangled up in the sheets with one Draco Malfoy.

I'M ALIVE! The note written above this story was written when I started this chapter back in September, and now it's December... I am deeply sorry that I haven't uploaded but like I stated above classes and anxiety got in the way, plus now I'm in the Dance group in my school so that takes up a lot of my time too. I know excuses, excuses, but they're legit. So since here it's December 2nd it's been over 3 months since the last chapter, I'll be disappointed if you have given up on this story but it's understandable. For the ones who are still here waiting, and messaging me asking if Im alive, I thank you for waiting and being patient. :) Also, this is a bit shorter than other chapters, but an updates better than waiting another month or so...

Oh and a sort of PS. I got a Harry Potter tattoo! It's 9 3/4 behind my left ear xD if any of you have or wish to get HP tattoos I'd love to hear about them :)