A/N: okay, so I was reading some Harry Potter stuff, and I read about the Four Founders' belongings and remembered Slytherin's Locket. I think I wrote in my chapter four that Draco said that Slytherin did not have any belongings he left, but then I forgot about his locket, so I'm sorry if I put that he didn't have one –except for the chamber, but it doesn't matter, because they won't be able to give the locket to Griphook anyway because the locket was destroyed because it was a Horcrux. There you go, just a little something I wanted to share. :D (I can't believe I forgot that, I'm so ashamed, because after all, I'm a Slytherin. Haha.)

I do not own Harry Potter.

"I'm so tired from thinking of all those complex spells to put down the wards." Hermione said as she and Draco climbed up the stairs going to their room.

"I never knew lying would be quite tiring." Draco replied, yawning.

Both of them were physically and mentally drained, that once they've reached their room, both had flung themselves into their respective beds and had fallen asleep-fully clothed, not even bothering to take off their shoes.

Hermione awoke first, and for a moment, she did not know where she was. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and finally remembered. She checked her watch-6:00 pm. She sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. They had slept for 6 hours; although she felt as if it were only minutes ago that she had thrown herself to bed. Remembering her roommate, she looked across the room to see Draco still asleep on his stomach. She stood up, deciding to take a long, soothing shower.

Draco woke up while Hermione was in the shower, and once she got out, she almost laughed at what she saw. Draco was sitting up, half awake, with his hair all mussed up. His eyes were half closed and his head dropped every once in a while.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Hermione said.

He gave her a sleepy smile, and her breath caught. He looked so normal-cute, even. "What time is it?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

"Thirty minutes after six."

He was fully awake now, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. "Really? I slept that long?"

"Yeah, we must have been really tired." She replied. Draco nodded and stood up.

"I guess I'll take a shower then." He said, heading to the bathroom. Hermione nodded absently.

A few minutes later, Draco emerged from the bathroom, all cleaned and newly dressed. It was rather dark now, so the only source of light was the bathroom light. When Draco turned the light off, they could barely see each other, and although either of them could switch off the light, neither did. Draco moved to his bed with caution, careful not to bump into anything. They just both sat on their beds, facing each other.

"So…" Hermione started.

"So." Draco replied.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know, really. We can't go downstairs yet, it's too early."

"And we still need to put on our disguises." She saw Draco nodding in the dark.

"We could figure out how to kill Nagini." Draco suggested.

Hermione nodded and finally switched on the light. "Okay, I brought some books with me." Draco looked at her with a weird expression. "You brought books with you?"

"Yes, why not?"

Draco shrugged.

"So where can we work?" Hermione asked, regarding the small room.

"We could work on the bed. Put it back together so we could have a larger space." Draco suggested and with a flick of his wand, both beds became one.

Hermione opened her bag and dumped seven books on the bed. Draco looked at the pile of books. Then he looked at Hermione. "You brought all these."

"Yes."

"We hardly use them anyways. There's such a few information on Nagini, and everything else is useless. Unless you have a book 'How to Kill Nagini,' I don't think the books will help."

"Yes they could. We could know about Nagini's background."

Draco rolled his eyes. "And how would anyone write about that? Did Voldemort give an exclusive interview about his snake? No one except the Death Eaters know about its whereabouts and its doings."

Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well, last I heard, you're a Death Eater."

"I am not a Death Eater." Draco said in a deadly voice.

"Well a spy or something! Whatever it is, You're still around Voldemort and you can see his snake!" Hermione said, exasperated.

It was quite a funny scene, form an outsider's point of view. They were both arguing, facing each other at opposite sides of the bed.

"You know I haven't seen neither of them since I've met up with Voldemort in the forest! And he didn't have his snake with him!" Draco replied. Hermione froze.

"Did you just say that his snake wasn't with him the night you met up with him?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Yes, he doesn't bring him with him all the time, you know. The snake has to eat."

Hermione's anger flared up again. "Well then why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked, nearly shouting.

"I don't know! Maybe because I assumed you knew already!" Draco replied.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other; both glaring at each other so fiercely that the bed in between them could have spontaneously combusted.

Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair, breaking off his gaze. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? It completely slipped my mind. And besides, it doesn't happen often. I rarely see them apart. I think it's a total number of two times that I haven't seen him with his snake. It looks weird, because the snake is basically his third hand. Not seeing the snake around his neck is like seeing him naked." He shuddered at the thought.

Hermione decided that it was not the time to pick a fight, so she cooperated. "Where do you think it goes?" She asked, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. Hunting for food, maybe?"

Hermione nodded absently, thinking.

An hour later, they both decided to go down.

"Let's pack these up and go down. We deserve a break form all these." Draco suggested.

"Yeah, you're right." Hermione replied, returning the books in her bag. He then led her out of the room, opening the door for her. They both saw that the rest were already there.

"Oi! You two! What took you so long?" Ron asked when they reached the table.

"Got caught up figuring how to kill the bloody snake." Draco said, taking a seat.

"Well, I suggest we stop thinking of anything now and get drunk!" Ron shouted and the waitress came, bringing them firewhiskey.

A few minutes later, the men got up from the table to look for 'fun.'

Ginny and Hermione stayed, preferring to talk.

"So, how's Malfoy?" Ginny started.

"He's a wreck." Hermione replied happily.

Ginny raised her eyes. "I thought you two were going well?"

"Sometimes, although we bicker every five minutes."

Ginny shrugged. "Oh well, better than hexing each other every five minutes."

Hermione laughed. Ginny looked over Hermione's shoulder and raised her eyebrows.

"Oooh, speak of the devil. Look at what your fiancée's doing." Ginny said with a smirk. Hermione turned around and a burst of jealousy shot through her. "What on Earth is he doing?" She hissed. "Excuse me." She said to Ginny as she got up from the table and headed to Draco.

The nerve of him to actually flirt so shamelessly with a blonde bitch! Hermione thought.

Hermione ripped Draco away from the blonde he was flirting with.

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?"

"What? I'm talking to the girl."

"Well it seemed more than talking from my view." She ground out with clenched teeth.

Draco looked at her strangely then smirked.

"You told me I could still date and flirt with other girls. Are you jealous?"

"NO! Of course not!"

"Aww, don't worry, love, my heart still belongs to you. It's okay to be jealous."

"I am NOT jealous!"

Draco raised his eyebrow, showing that he was not buying any of it.

"Fine! Go back to your blonde tart for all I care! You're so-ugh!" then she stormed away and left, leaving an amused Draco watching her retreating back.

Draco found Hermione a few minutes later sitting in a booth with Harry and Ron-they eventually returned for a rest. When Hermione saw him walking toward them, she stood up and headed to the bar.

"Aww, c'mon, Granger. Don't be like that." Draco said as he tried to talk to her.

"Don't talk to me." She said, still irritated at him. He pulled a bar stool beside her and faced the barman. "Two firewhiskeys."

Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He gave a bottle to her. "Cheers." He said, lifting the bottle to his lips.

"Go on, Granger. Drink up." Hermione shook her head. Draco chucked and motioned the bottle again.

"Come on, Granger. Don't be a kill joy."

Hermione glared at him for a while, debating whether to drink or not. She decided to do the former and felt the familiar sensation of fire going down her throat. Draco gave a satisfied smirk. "See? Not bad, huh?"

"I'm still mad at you."

"We'll see." Draco replied, as he asked for another bottle.

A few bottles later left Hermione feeling woozy. She looked at Draco beside her and noticed how good-looking he was.

Wait. What? Did she just tell herself that Draco was good-looking?

Maybe it was the alcohol, but she allowed herself to look at him again, and realized that he was, in fact, extremely good-looking. His good looks were ruined, however by his arrogant and egotistical attitude, although these days, she noticed, he had been less of the arrogant bastard they knew.

Draco caught her looking at him.

"What?"

"What what?"

"You were staring at me."

"NO I wasn't." She said defensively.

"Yes you were. Don't lie, Granger. It doesn't look good on you." He replied with a smirk.

"Whatever, Malfoy." She said, rolling her eyes and looking at the opposite direction, mentally whacking herself for the slip.

"It's okay, Granger. I know you couldn't resist me." Said a voice close to her ear. She turned her head to face him, ready to retort but was surprised to see his face only inches away from hers. They stared at each other for what seemed like eternity.

Until all hell broke loose.

One second they were staring at each other, and the next, they were kissing so passionately, with her back to the bar and his hands pulling her flush against his body. They were kissing so passionately, their tongues battling inside their mouths, both tasting the sweet and fiery taste of firewhiskey and passion. Hermione broke away, and Draco kissed her cheek, and her chin, and her neck. "Malfoy, not here." Hermione said. Draco nodded and, too impatient to walk up the stairs, apparated them to their room. Inside, he pinned her against the wall, ripping the blouse off her body, while she unzipped his pants. He shed the rest of her clothes and she did the same-their pieces of clothing strewn around the place- and his hands roamed all over her body, while kissing her everywhere. She wrapped her legs around his waist and, carrying her to the bed, took her there and then he thrust into her, and with every thrust, she moaned and cried out his name, digging her nails on his shoulder.

"Fuck, Hermione, you're so beautiful." Draco said in between kisses. Hermione did not manage to answer back because at that moment, she came.

They fucked until they were so sweaty and exhausted, and eventually fell asleep.

Hermione woke up to a throbbing headache and sore legs. She rolled on her back and realized she was naked. She quickly sat up-which was a mistake, her head hurt more- and looked around her. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the buttons in her blouse were ripped, and lastly- Draco was sleeping right next to her, his upper torso exposed while his lower half was covered by the sheets. Memories from the previous night flooded her mind and she groaned, remembering.

"Oh, shit."