A/N: Sorry this took so long but this chapter was hard to write. My very first lemon, sorry it's not very good I was too embarrassed to write the whole thing. Anyway review review! Even if you hated it I want to know!
"I'm telling you Severus." Dumbledore said, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. "Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."
"Simply impossible." Snape sniffed. " They hate each other."
"Or they pretend to." Dumbledore countered.
"And you actually saw them?"
"With my own eyes dear Severus."
"Your sure."
"They certainly looked…involved."
"Merlin Draco." Snape muttered, feeling slightly nauseous at the thought.
"I do wonder however." Dumbledore continued. "Just how devoted they are to each other. It could be merely, I believe the word is, a 'fling'?" Snape shook his head.
"If it was only that why would they risk their whole reputations over it? No if our Draco was looking for a simple shag he could easily attain it from one of his little Slytherin posse."
"And you know this how exactly Severus?"
"Last year when I tutored him in occlumency I happened to glimpse a few of his, er, 'flings'."
"Yes well…" Dumbledore said hastily, not whishing to dwell too long on the Slytherin prince's, apparently rather active, sex life.
"You know." Snape mussed. " I could, perhaps, take a little dip into Draco's memories, see what his true feelings are for Ms. Granger."
"Severus are you suggesting that you invade a students privacy for no other reason then for your own personal amusement?"
"And by that my I take it that you give me your blessing and wish for me to hasten back to you with any information I might uncover?"
"Precisely." Dumbledore said, popping another sweet in his mouth.
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Draco stood waiting outside Slughorn's room, waiting for the party to be over and Hermione to be his again. She had reassured him that she HAD to go and was taking that idiot McClagon for appearances only but he still didn't like it. Still, he couldn't very well accompany her himself. No, it was best for all concerned that their relationship remain a secrete.
"Lovely evening to be sneaking around eh Draco?" A familiar voice drawled.
"Professor!" Draco said hastily, turning to see his head of house, Snape, looking as much like a giant bat as ever, staring at him. "I was just-."
"You've been acting awfully suspicious lately. " Snape said, cutting him off. "Anything you'd like to share?"
"No really-."
"Well let's just take a peek shall we?" Before Draco could react he felt Snape invade his mind.
I can't do this.
Father please!
Filthy little mudblood.
Draco. Whispered a soft, feminine, extremely familiar voice.
"Ah." Snape thought and zeroed in on it.
Her lips on his skin, her soft breath. It was too much he wanted, no, needed her now. Somehow they managed to get to the bed although Draco had no memory of how. All he could think of was Hermione, Hermione's smile, Hermione's touch, Hermione's body under him.
He groaned, the desire filling his body. She was wearing too many clothes. In an instant that problem was solved, much to both their appreciations. Draco stared down at her hungrily, wanting only to fell her, to taste her for the rest of eternity.
Suddenly a sliver of common sense returned to him. This could be painful for her. After what she's been through…
"Mione." He said slowing down.
"I'm fine." She muttered, recapturing his lips with her own and damn it felt so good. "Please." He couldn't help noticing that she was shaking though.
That was all the encouragement he needed. In a matter of seconds they were both completely undressed. Draco's breath caught in his throat as he stared down at Hermione, so vulnerable in every sense of the word. So utterly delicious.
"I love you." Draco muttered against Hermione's lips and on the last word he thrust into her. He wasn't expecting the cry of pain that escaped her lips.
How had she still been a virgin? He thought desperately. She said that the man had…oh! Oh…. Something clicked in Draco's mind. He hadn't done it THAT way had he…sick bastard.
Hermione whimpered underneath him, her face contorted with pain.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Draco whispered between kisses, wanting more than anything to take the pain away, wanting to kick himself for not realizing this could happen. After a minuet Hermione nodded to him.
"Are you sure?" he pressed. "We can stop. I don't want to hurt you."
"No." Hermione mumbled teeth gritted. "I want to be with you. I love you Draco." Gently as he could Draco thrust back into her. Merlin! He thought, a groan escaping his lips. Jesus fucking Christ! Hermione moaned with pleasure, her fingernails digging into his back.
"I love you." She whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "I love you."
Felling positively nauseous Snape withdrew from Draco's mind to find the blonde boy panting and glaring at him furiously.
'What the fuck! That's privet!" He snapped, trying to catch his breath.
"Apparently not anymore. " Snape said with disgust. " Really Draco you should protect you mind better. I doubt anyone who goes poking around in there cares to see that!"
"Bugger off!" Draco hissed. "If you tell anyone-!"
"I assure you, you and Ms. Granger's…escapade will be our little secrete." Snape sneered. Draco flushed at the memory.
"Although I have to say." Snape continued. "I never would have thought it. Is this little thing between you to new or has it been around for a while and you're just extremely good at hiding i-?"
"For Merlin's sake bugger off!" Draco snapped face tomato red now. With that he turned on his heel and marched off down the hallway. As soon as he was out of ear shot Snape chuckled to himself.
Well well. He thought. Turns out Dumbledore had been right all along. They defiantly were…involved he had seen that more clearly than he would have liked to. He shuddered, trying to rid himself of the memory.
This will be something to tell Dumbledore. He smirked and walked off towards the older professor's office, a new skip in his step that could be acquired only by embarrassing the hell out of one of his students. Life was grand.