The group meandered up the spiral case together. Hermione feeling her impending doom coming closer with each step.

"Id much rather have a free period right now," she sighed.

"Then you shouldn't of quit the first time," Harry stifled a laugh as they reached the dreaded class. They took a table to the far left as they came in.

"These tables are so small," Hermione complained as she dropped a thick textbook on the table.

" Well maybe it's because we don't have a textbook for this class," Harry teased her. It only gained another eyeroll from the witch as she opened it to study. Even her charms exam was more intriguing than this class. Red and green accented robs filled the room with two or three to a table. Some tables mixed but mostly one solid color. They had the war to thank for the slight interhouse unity however. Before only Slytherins sat with Slytherins. The war had done something to that house, almost like telling them it was ok to hang out with others.

Draco came into the room last and took a right to seat himself next to Blaise. Trelawny came in only a few seconds later. Mumbling under her breath about a new worry for this year as she went into a large cabinet behind her desk.

"Yes," she murmured as she used her wand to float some teacups around the room. The students each grabbed one from mid air as Hermione sat back with crossed arms.

"We did this third year," she growled.

"Well," Harry grabbed a cup for her, " now were doing it again," he placed it on her book. She glared at it as she lifted it, closed the book, and placed it on the red cloth below. Next a tea kettles made their way around the room to landed on each table. The trio followed the instructions half hazardly. After a few minutes each sat with tea leaves to ready read.

"I swear if you have the grim again," Ron muttered, earning a chuckle from Harry. He almost had half a mind to somehow shape his leaves into the dog but decided against it. The professor instructed them to start reading. Ron frowned into his cup as he looked at the cross that laid inside.

"Well that doesn't look good," Harry laughed.

"Why couldn't I have gotten the bloody acorn," Ron muttered before looking over at Hermione's," what did you get," he scooted closer to her. Their shoulders touched as he looked into the cup.

"Oh a sun that's go-"

A shatter interrupted the redheads explanation. The class turned and looked towards the sound. Draco had dropped Blaise's cup on the floor, exploding it to pieces. He didn't seem to notice as his hand fisted the red table cloth tightly. He locked eyes with Hermione for a few moments as the room went from playful banter to silence.

"What has gotten into you," Blaise shook his head as he pulled out his wand to cast a repair charm. Trelawny quickly brought the attention to herself as she walked over to the Slytherin table.

"Come come come," she picked up Draco's cup from Blaise to inspect it as Blaise repaired his with a frown. She looked at it in confusion before speaking.

"My dear boy this is nothing to be upset about," she placed the cup down before opening his binder and directing him to read to the class with a smile. He read it reluctantly, almost mumbling the definition to the class.

"Sun, meaning great happiness," he finished quickly then closed the binder. Trelawney's smile faded, expecting a more joyous reaction. she quickly excused herself to other tables.

Hermione was finishing her Saturday night rounds with Draco. He had barley even managed to talk to her the past few weeks. She was hoping a break with throw him from his spell but it only seemed to get worse. It was nearly Christmas now and a day didn't go by with draco suddenly jumping from his seat or throwing something off a table. His mask of pure calm never hinting at his real emotions. Even Blaise was starting to get sick of it after he spilled stink potion on him.

She felt little hope for her thoughts from over a month ago. How was one supposed to be an ally when they barely even talk. She rather have the old hateful Draco back.

The pair walked in the portrait door. Draco didn't give the witch time to even call to him as he ran up to the Slytherin rooms. She sighed and threw herself on the couch in front of the fire.

She looked from wall to wall, worried for the man that had just left her. She hadn't even heard a peep out of him about Bellatrix. Whether or not she called for him, or if she had any other plans. the witch then realized she didn't even know the full extent of her plan. it made her sick to think about it.

What exactly did she want Draco to do? If it was something so simple it would be done by now. Even McGonagall had grown worried. Her interests in keeping the school safe were becoming more and more apparent at the weekly meetings Hermione forced upon her. It was either take care of it or she would have to go to ministry. And then the school would be shut down again. Maybe this time for good.

She decided to go for a walk to Gryffindor tower to calm her nerves. The common room there had always brought he back down to earth with memories. Then maybe she could make a break for Draco's room for questioning. She had spent far too long in silence.

Her feet hit the floor willingly as she walked out of the common room. After a light jog across the castle she found herself at the bottom of the grand staircases. Half of her missed climbing what felt like never ending steps as they changed on a whim. Forcing the traveler to reroute to get to their destination. The inanimate objects had led to many frustrations in her younger years.

"Ah, if it isn't the little witch," a voice called out to her as she started to scale the staircase. She turned her wand to the source of the voice. It illuminated a familiar face. Old and splotchy, dawning a blue striped night cap. It suddenly clicked that he was the painting from months ago. The one she had meant to come back to yet never found the time. Between keeping track of Draco and her prefect duties the mission had evaded her. She moved the ask the man questions but he started with answers before she even began.

" I know a lot about what young Draco is going through, yes I can still remember what is was like when I met the one, when I was still outside this blasted painting," he told her.

"So you're a werewolf?" She asked quietly. Not wanting to alert anyone around her.

"In a past life yes," he smiled, " Draco has taken to walk the grounds at night, I've seen that look in his eyes, oh yes," he chuckled, " how painful it must be," he commented after a few moments.

"Painful?" She asked.

"To have marked what's yours but not touch its skin, yet others caress it so freely," he said almost poetically. She looked at him with a furrowed brow before it clicked. Every time she could remember Draco jumping had been after someone touched her. It now all suddenly made sense. That daft idiot, he could have told her. She would have been more careful.

"Granger," a threatening growl came from behind her, she had been caught. She turned and faced it confidently, angrily. The painting laughed as she took Draco by the arm to an abandoned classroom. She cast a silence charm on the door before laying into him.

"Why didn't you tell me," she seethed at him. After all this time he had been avoiding her for nothing. When they could have been planning. It made her furious. Draco didn't respond, just stared with cold grey eyes at the witch before him.

"I'm trying to be your friend," she cried almost, "you can't be friends with someone who won't even look at you."

They stood in silence, Hermione fighting back her tears, Draco's eyes never changing.

"Who said I wanted to be just friends," Draco broke the silence. Hermione looked up at him, astonished. His demeanor stayed calm, almost rehearsed and practiced. He had sealed away his emotions for her in a box. Afraid to let them out, for his protection and for hers. Doubt in herself over came her features as the thought of kissing him didn't repulse her. The thought of holding him didn't make her gag with disgust.

That look was all Draco needed. He quickly took her lips with his hungrily. Letting the steel box open as he pushed her against the wall. Both of his hands removed her school robe and it fell to the floor with a dull thud along with his own. Fingertips then went for the hem of her shirt, expertly gliding underneath to touch her skin. Draco broke the kiss to moan at the contact as he caressed her sides then squeezed her tightly.

"Draco," Hermione took the chance to call out to him. unsure of why she was letting this happen.

"I can't keep doing this," Draco croaked out, resting his head on her shoulder. Still holding onto her for dear life.

Maybe he was telling the truth. About her being his mate. If an outsider looked at them, without knowing the past, they would say they were the perfect fit. Matching in wits and skill. Her able to keep up with Draco's quick mouth and he able to know what she was rambling about after just having finished a book. In short the outsider would say they were perfect for each other.

she came to a realization, a sudden and shocking one as she thought more about it. That whether it be months, years, or just a few short weeks. If she could forgive the man for his sins she would only end up falling. For him. So why not now?

She toyed with the thought in her mind. Asking herself about the repercussions to such and act. Then she answered in a whisper, barely audible and shaking.

"Then don't."

It was all Draco needed. He lifted the witch and set her on the teachers desk. His lips took hers again roughly and uncaring as she shoved her flat. He used his hands to push up her school uniform to expose her breast, taking one in his mouth. Moans escaped her as he expertly teased at it, using his hand to caress the neglected other.

He then grabbed for her kickers and brought them up and past her ankles to cast them aside. Without waiting for permission he was tasting her. His tongue darting in and out as she squirmed against him gasping for air as waves of pleasure washed over her.

After he was satisfied he stood back, admiring the Gryffindor as he took off his belt hastily and unzipped his pants. He didn't waste time sliding into her. His thrust quick and rhythmic as Hermione bucked against him. setting a fire inside her with each stroke. Her will to stay quiet slowly diminished as she grew louder under him. His actions became short and wild as he grabbed her waist. trying to plunge deeper into her as the witch below him moaned in ecstasy. He stopped suddenly and leaned over her, groaning as he released himself. Waves of fire ran through Hermione's body as she felt her lover climax, causing her to do the same.

The next morning Hermione made her way up to divinations, Ron and Harry trotting along a few steps ahead. She didn't really know what to expect after the night before. The act had been so sudden and wild she feared he may just move on and continue like he had before. A chance encounter that happened thanks to the mark on her neck. It made her nervous and confused at the same time, a new sensation to her. Did she want to just forget? Did he?

She walked into the circular room and began to veer left. A hand on her arm stopped her. She turned to look and saw none other than Draco Malfoy dragging her to the right.

She looked at him puzzled but allowed him to take her to his table and force her to sit next to him. An open seat to her right still waiting for Blaise.

she looked around the room with worry. Then landed on her friend on the other side. They were both stareing at her with concern. Ron almost jumping out of his chair to come save her. She mouthed an ' I'm fine ' at them and they turned to their binders with raised brows. Finally she turned to Draco and whispered.

"What do you think you are doing?"

He looked at her, signature Malfoy smirk flashing. As if she should already know. He leaned to her ear to reply.

"I told you, I can't do this anymore," he told her then turned back to his binder with mild interest.

The rest of the class flooded in. Nearly everyone taking look at the unlikely pair with mild interest at first, then doubling back with confusion. Blaise finally came in, sitting down slowly next to Hermione as the two immersed themselves in their binders.

"soooo," he drawed out, "whats this?"

I'm not too great at writing lemons but i felt this story needed one. Please review if you have the time, open to suggestions.