(July 29th)

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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING: As of August I will be going travelling until May 2012. I only have my Hermione/Draco story to be updated. Please don't be discouraged but my lack of responses or updates. In fact if you keep leaving reviews I'll keep being reminded to update :D Thanks to all my loyal readers. Lots of love. xoxx.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Chapter 10

The day pasted by slowly for the both of them. Only able to glimpse each other in the great hall or pass each other in the corridors. All day they were always in the other's thoughts, unable to forget what passed between them the previous night. When potions class arrived at the end of the day they were relieved when they could sit in close proximity. Although they were at the back of the class, Hermione was dead set on taking notes, attempting to ignore Draco's blatant stare. His eyes racked over her uniform clad body, remembering how it looked writhing underneath him. The way she bit her lip in concentration while she scribbled notes or constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs, making her kilt raise higher each time.

Finally half way through the lesson he couldn't stand it any longer. Making sure that nobody was watching he placed his hand on her bare leg, rubbing it up her thigh. Her small intake of breath sent a rush through his body. Slowly he squeezed it, running higher up her leg. She had stopped writing and her hand gripped the table. Without realizing it her legs had opened and she was on the edge of her seat. Draco took advantage by drifting his hand under her skirt and placed it on her clothed slit. He inwardly groaned when he found that she was already wet. He moved her panties to the side and drove his two fingers inside. She gasped as he propelled his fingers in and out, tantalizingly slow at first. Hermione grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand to move faster. He thrust his digits into her, purposely knocking her clit so she would get shocks of energy through her body. Draco smirked as her hips started to buck, increasing the friction. She was so close now. Just one more moment and she would explode.

"How about, Miss Granger?" A voice cut through the air and Draco's hand flew away from her. She clamped her legs shut and focused on Slughorn. She had completely forgotten that she was sitting in class. Hermione was flushed and breathing hard. The older man had look up from his cauldron now, waiting for her input. She struggled to remember what he had been talking about.

"Um, sorry sir could you repeat the question?" Now the entire class was looking at her.

"I asked what is the acting ingredient in Phillipa's Flying Elixir?" She stalled, unable to think properly. "My dear, are you well?" He peered closer at her from the front of the class. "You look quite ill."

"Errrr…. Actually sir, I'm not feeling well. May I go to the hospital wing?"

"Yes, yes." He nodded and she stood up. She stumbled knocking over her stool with a crash. "Dear me! Mr. Malfoy would you please make sure she gets there safely?" The tall blonde nodded, putting a look of deep displeasure and roughly grabbed her elbow, leading her through the dungeon doors. When the doors shut behind them, Hermione towed him down the first empty corridor she turned down and pushed him against the wall, claiming his lips with hers.

"You are such a prick." She murmured against his lips as she pressed herself, desperate for more contact. His hands had already opened her blouse and drifted up, cupping her breasts under her bra, making her arch into him further, moaning with desire. Her small hands ripped his white shirt from his pants and dove her hands into them, grabbing his hard cock in her hands. He gasped in delight as she stroked him and he moved one hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her soaking mound. Another moan from her. He kissed down her neck fervently as her hands gripped him tighter.

"I need to be inside you. I want to feel your hot pussy clench around me." She whimpered as he talked to her. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. A shiver passed through her body and her rubbed her clothed slit. "I want to fuck you, right here. Right now." She let go of his steel rod and pulled his face down so their lips met. Draco didn't need any more encouragement than that. He flipped her so she was against the wall and he held her there as their tongues battled together, his hands roaming underneath her clothes.

Hermione's hands fumbled with his belt and soon enough his pants and briefs were around his ankles. His hands cupped around her round ass and lifted his up the wall, positioning himself as her entrance. She wrapped her long legs around him and he felt the heel of her shoes dig into his ass. He moved her thong to the side and with one swift movement he thrust inside of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders revealing in how full she felt.

"Draco…" Then he was drove into her repeatedly making her whole body vibrate. He took one of his hands and started to thumb her clit.

"Merlin!" He gasped as she tilted her pelvis in a new direction, making it even tighter than before. Her moans got louder, echoing through the hall and he could tell she was close. "Cum for me babe." He grunted and she dropped her head to his throat sucking on that spot he loved so much. That was the point of no return for him. He felt his balls contract as her walls milked his dick in waves. She bit down hard on his shoulder, muffling her scream as she came. He pumped harder, drawing out their orgasms, not stilling until her waves disappeared. Together they stayed where they were, panting heavily as they came down from their high. After a few minutes he pulled out of her and gently set her feet down on the ground. He pulled up his pants again, zipping himself up. Her hands rested lightly on his chest and Malfoy was gazing down at her, a silly grin on his face. Hermione couldn't help smiling lazily at him too.

"That was so satisfying." She stated as she cupped his cheek with one hand. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss his hands on her bottom, pulling her flush to him again. After a few moments they broke apart. "I suppose we should get back to class." He nodded and she started to do up her shirt buttons while Draco inclined downwards to place soft kisses below her ear, every once in a while nibbling on it.

"What are you doing?" She gasped as her hands began to shake again.

"I'm helping you get dressed." She gave him a playful swat and pushed him back slightly.

"Stop it! You're not helping!" She giggled and he beamed at her, not letting his hands leave her. Hermione straightened her kilt and she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempted to untangle it from post-sex syndrome. "Okay how do I look?" He furrowed his eyebrows and tapped his lips with one finger.

"Well, you look much too desirable for your own good." It was her turn to grin as she pecked his lips once more before she patted his hair down and turning around to get back to class. Malfoy grinned as she swayed her hips and looked behind her to give him a devilish smile with a wink. That woman is going to be the death of me. But hell, at least I'll die a happy bastard. He thought before he followed her through the dungeon door.

….

Before Hermione and Draco knew it second term was slowly creeping up on them. Other than Blaise and Luna (who walked in on them going at it in a corridor during her patrol night), They had managed to keep their growing relationship private from the general public. As horrible as Hermione found it to keep lying to her friends she knew it for the best. Until she was ready to face the music she decided she'd live in the moment. At break both Draco and Hermione decided to stay at Hogwarts, enjoying their first Christmas together since Hermione's parents still hadn't been recovered and Draco's mother had to stay in Paris. Despite Harry and Ron begging for her to stay at the burrow with them, Hermione was finding it easier to lie to them; claiming her studies were her top priority. A common occurrence, both Hermione and Draco found that they spent less time with their friends and more time with each other. Similar to the start of their year, but this time instead of studying they spent more time doing less productive things that involved less clothing.

"Oh come on, we don't have to you know. I can think of better ways to spend our time." Draco murmured against Hermione's bare shoulder, fluttering kisses over her skin. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, his arms wrapped around her waist while she sat between his legs with her back pressed to his toned chest. The sheets draped over their lower halves. She was trying to leave and she was finding it near to possible.

"Draco! You know that school is starting in a couple days and I haven't even started my holiday work! It's already bad enough that I've procrastinated this long. You're impossible." She said exasperated.

"Yes, that may be true but I would say that it's been time well spent don't you? Better than sitting in front of musky old books." His long fingers danced along her skin and he moved his lips up her neck. She sighed as fire coursed through her at his touch. It hadn't gotten any easier to resist his touch over the past couple months. In fact it had probably gotten harder.

"Well you're not making it any easier to focus on other things. You're quite demanding you know." He chuckled.

"Oh I'm the demanding one? I would say you've got that completely wrong. Remember that one time after my last quidditch game? If I recall correctly you were the one that slipped into my shower when the entire Slytherin team was there. If we had been caught and we would've been hexed to death on the spot."

"Hmm… But if I recall correctly, I don't remember you complaining about it. In fact the opposite." She uttered under her breath as his hands wandered upwards to her soft breasts, massaging them in circles until her body tingled. "You're really not helping me leave here." She whispered. He just nodded and continued caressing. "I really have to go." Another nod. Her back arched as he flicked her tips. "Draco…" Hermione moaned and she could feel his erection on her lower back. She turned her head and kissed him fiercely. He kissed her back, his hands gripping her tightly. Then she was gone from his arms, putting on her jeans and white wife beater by the foot of the bed. He pouted his lips when she looked at him and she laughed. "That's what you get when try to distract me from my studies. Now get your sexy arse out of bed and maybe I'll help you with your transfiguration essay…" She trailed off as she reached the foot of his stairs to see Harry standing in their common room looking shocked. They stood in stunned silence as he took in her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. She heard Draco yell from behind her.

"You better get back in this bed right now Granger, or there'll be trouble." When she didn't answer after a minute he called out again concerned, his voice closer this time. "Hermione?" He appeared in the doorway behind her, his dark jeans clung low on his hips and he was shirtless, his tee shirt in his hand. He stopped when he saw Harry's mouth open in surprise. Hermione didn't know what to say, her body was going into full panic mode. Harry's eyes travelled behind her to Draco and his face was murderous.

"Him?" He hissed. Hermione tried to form word but she was too scared. "You and him?" Draco watched as she started to shake. "All this time you've been hanging around Malfoy? Have you lost your mind?" Harry demanded and Hermione finally found her voice.

"Harry, it's not like that. He's changed." Her friend just laughed.

"Is that the line he told you? God Hermione, he's a complete prick! For years he's made your life a living hell and you forgive him?" Harry was angry again, his green eyes flashing. "How could you do this? You should be disgusted that you let yourself join the never-ending list of his conquests!" He sneered and Hermione felt tears well up.

"You're my friend Harry. My best friend. If I'm happy it shouldn't matter who I'm with."

"And as best friend I can say that I have never been so angry at you! Really? Malfoy?" He strode forward closing the distance between him and her. He grabbed her arm and shook her. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Draco made his way forward and pushed Hermione behind him, breaking Harry's hold on her.

"Don't you dare touch her." Draco threatened, but Harry didn't back down.

"Move Malfoy." Harry was pissed, his wand clenched tightly in his hand.

"No." Surprisingly his voice was calm, but there was a cutting edge that made it menacing.

"I said move Malfoy. This is between Hermione and me. Alone."

"Actually since I'm the reason why you're so upset I would say this is about you and me. Because she doesn't have a problem with me. Only you do." Harry just glared at him.

"I don't give a fuck what you say Malfoy. You're an unbearable asshole and I don't know what you've done to her but I'm not going to let you get away with it!" They stared at each other, Draco only slightly taller. A slow smile creeped onto the blonde's face.

"You're just pissed that she chose me over you." His smirk grew wider. Hermione spoke warningly from behind.

"Draco… Don't." He pressed on.

"You're jealous of the fact that she decided that she would rather be with me." Harry swore and his wand flew up to Malfoy's throat. Draco just laughed, unfazed by the movement. "After all this time, I thought it was Weasley that had the crush." The Slytherin side of him kicked in and he pushed past the point of no return with his next few words, knowing it would set him off. "So, how does it feel knowing that she moans my name instead of yours?" There was clash of fist hitting face as Harry pounded into Draco. The blonde stumbled back and Harry moved forward ready to punch again when Hermione stepped in front of him.

"Enough!" She demanded and he stopped in front of her, fist still clenched tight. "Harry, I think you should go." She spoke quietly and he just stared at her incredulously.

"What?"

"I think you should leave." Her chocolate eyes stared at him and he could see the mixture of sadness and hurt in them.

"Hermione—" Harry was shocked. Never had she told him to leave before.

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. Or anyone for that matter. You don't see past the old Draco. If I can get pass it, you should be able to as well." Harry stared at her. "Just go." She sighed. With another look at her and Harry turned to leave without another word. The portrait slammed shut and Hermione turned, crossing her arms across her chest to face Malfoy, who was smirking. "I don't know what you're smirking at. I'm not happy with you either you know." His expression didn't fade.

"Ah but you see unlike Potter, I know that I can wear you down." He moved forward to envelope her into his arms only to have her push him away gently. "Come on." He pouted.

"Seriously Draco, what was that about? You might've well have just whipped them out and measured. That was unnecessary." He sighed and shook his head.

"He just needed to know to back off. What's the big deal? It's not like Potter's your ex or something." She was quiet for a moment. He looked concerned. "Right?" It was her turn to sigh and run a hand through her hair.

"Not exactly. He's something."

"What do you mean not exactly?" He demanded, his voice raising. "You told me you didn't have any feelings for him in that way. What is it you're not telling me Hermione?" She threw her hands to her side and looked up at him fiercely.

"What I told you was true. I have never had those types of feelings for him. But there was one slightly drunken night that we swore not to tell anyone about. We knew it would only hurt people if they found out." Draco's face was still furious. He opened his mouth to talk but she held up a hand signalling him to stop. "It was when we were traveling looking for the horcruxes last year before Christmas. Ron had had a fallout with us and he left. Obviously we were both upset at the time, especially since I thought I was in love with him. So we had some firewhisky, a lot but enough to not know what we were doing. And before I knew it we were kissing. Then one thing led to another…" She trailed off waving her hands slightly. She was looking off into the distance, vaguely remembering that night. "It was comforting, but we both agreed it would never happen again. It was just an in-the-moment thing. Nothing else has happened since then."

Finally she looked up at him and he didn't look happy at all. His brows were furrowed together and his hands were gripping the back of an armchair until his knuckles turned white. When he spoke he talked slowly and Hermione could tell that he was trying to keep his voice calm. But there was still an angry edge to it.

"You're telling me, that Potter was your first?" She nodded and he lost it. "You slept with Harry-fucking-Potter? And you didn't think to mention this over the past three months?" She frowned.

"Why does it matter who my first was? I've never asked about the countless girls you've slept with!" Draco let go of the chair and threw his hands up.

"That's because they didn't matter to me!"

"Sure because it didn't matter as long as you got what you wanted. How many did you sleep with Draco?"

"Don't try to change the subject." He growled and she crossed her arms again.

"No, really. I'd like to know. Since you know all of my one night. I think I have a right to know." She watched as his chest rose with each breath, anger turning into exasperation. He rubbed his temple with his hand. "Well?"

"I don't know."

"Oh come on you're telling me—" He cut her off, his voice sharp.

"I said I don't know okay?" She just stared at him, her mouth open slightly. She barely breathed out her next words.

"You're saying that you had sex with so many girls, that you don't even remember how many?" A tingle rose up her spine as the realization of it sunk in. She imaged him with all those other girls. Girls she knew. Girls she was friends with. Girls that were a thousand times prettier than her. Suddenly Hermione felt sick. She held her stomach with one hand. Draco saw the colour drain from her face. He moved forward to see if she was okay.

"Hermione… babe…" She glared at him, making him freeze in his steps.

"Don't you dare 'babe' me. I can't believe I was so stupid." She was staring at the carpet now, her eyes unfocused. "Harry was right. I bet I was just another notch on your bedpost. Bed the Gryffindor Princess for fun, see how it pisses off Potter and Weasley."

"You know that's not true." He declared.

"Really? You're saying this isn't some sort of game to you?"

"No it's not! Hermione, this was never a game to me. I chose you, for you. No other reason." She eyed him sceptically.

"I don't believe you." She whispered and tears sprung to her eyes. Draco's chest tightened and he strode over to her taking her hands.

"I have never felt this way about anyone. Ever." She looked away from him as the water spilt down her cheeks. "I never even knew that you could feel this strongly about someone." He stooped down so he could see her eyes. "Hermione, look at me." Her chocolate eyes found his steel ones. "I don't remember any of those girls because they didn't mean anything to me. You're the only one I've ever stuck around with." A flash of annoyance crossed her face.

"'Stuck' with? What am I? A dog?" Immediately he backtracked.

"No, that isn't what I meant—" She ripped her hands from his.

"All I can see is you with all those girls. Do you know how that makes me feel? Knowing that there's been a girl that has been better in bed than me? That you thought was sexier than me? Someone that has had more experience than me? This is why I never wanted to ask because I didn't want to think about the fact that there have been numerous girls that you found more desirable than me. You have no right to get angry about Harry. I have one person. One." She stood there staring at him taking in his strained face. Her body felt stiff and tired. For a moment silence engulfed them. "I can't do this right now." She murmured and turned around heading for the portrait hole. He strode after her.

"Hermione wait!"

"Don't follow me!" He stopped and watched as she disappeared from the door. His chest felt tight and his stomach was in knots. He had no idea what to do now. For hours he waited for her to return, jumping up at the slightest noise, hoping it would be her. But it wasn't until midnight pasted he picked himself up and trudged to his room, throwing himself onto his bed. It took a while before a fitful sleep found him, the scene replaying in his head like a broken record.

Ohhhh no fighting! How did I do? Will they make up? Only time will tell! hahaha.

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