A/N: Some of you had some questions that should be answered in this chapter.

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X. Memories

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Hermione awoke as she felt a hand running through her hair. She jolted up and looked at Draco. "You're awake!" she said happily. He had been passed out for four days. She was worried about him for the first day but Pureblood's blood replenishes faster than other blood so she knew he wouldn't die of blood loss, but he still hadn't woken.

"So it seems," he said. "How long was I out?"

"Four days," she said. Hermione didn't know how it happened but in less than a second, Draco had pushed her back against the bed and rolled on top of her.

"So," he started, watching in delight as Hermione's eyes grew darker with lust. "I lived."

"Yes," she said. She raked her eyes down his body. The gunshot wound was completely healed with only a little scar. Her eyes moved down until they caught something that they hadn't before. He had a thin scar on his side, a couple centimetres long. It looked like he had been stabbed.

Gods! They're memories, she thought. Her dreams weren't dreams, they were memories.

"I believe me living came with incentive," he smirked and all thoughts and memories left her mind as his lips descended to hers. His mouth was warm and inviting. She had wanted to kiss him four days ago when he came in the house with a gunshot wound. She had kissed him as incentive, but he was only half-conscious when she had. Each night she had given him a small goodnight kiss, hoping that he would still be breathing in the morning, curling up to him and falling asleep to dream about what she now knew were memories of the bodies that they were in.

But none of those kisses had been like this! He had firm lips and his tongue ran along the seam of her lips, begging entrance. She opened her mouth to him, letting him search it. She stroked her tongue gently against his and he reacted by moaning and shoving his right leg between hers. His hands were in her hair and hers were on his back, scratching it softly with her nails.

He finally broke away from her mouth and Hermione moaned in displeasure. His kisses continued along her jaw and to her neck as one hand moved from her hair down to her breast. "Draco," she moaned at the touch. He looked into her eyes.

"I knew you wanted me," he said.

Her nostrils flared. "Yes, I want you," she said, grabbing his face and pulling his delectable lips back to hers.

A loud gasp was suddenly heard and the couple looked to the door where Marshall was standing, looking Weasley-red with embarrassment. "I'm—uh…sorry. I thought—um…"

"It's all right, Marshall," Hermione said, regretfully sliding from under Draco. "We should probably be heading down to breakfast anyway."

Draco gave her a look that clearly said that he would rather stay here and shag her senseless. She wished they could, too, but it was breakfast time and he had to show everyone that he was all right.

She got up from the bed, getting away from his before his gorgeousness tempted her to crawl back in bed with him and stay there for a week.

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Hermione had already gotten dressed and left the room and still Draco was kneeling on the bed as though she was still there. He had woken up this morning from a strange dream about getting stabbed. He had been jarred from unconsciousness when the blade had pierced his skin and found that Hermione was curled up next to him. He found himself stroking her hair. For some reason unbeknownst to him, he wanted to touch her wild mane.

That had lead to snogging which would have undeniably escalated to shagging if not for Marshall interrupting them.

Now he was still kneeling here as if she would come back and they could continue where they left off. He was hard, his erection was straining against his trousers and he cursed the witch for having this effect on him.

Next time, he vowed, next time she got him riled up, she would pay the consequences.

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He was kissing her. Gods he could kiss! One of his hands was in her hair and the other was moving down her side. She moaned and she opened her eyes to see his flash with annoyance that she was wearing a dress and he couldn't get his hands on the skin of her stomach. "So beautiful," he said as he took her mouth again and she moaned.

Oh, he was so good at this and she was getting so turned on.

"Oh, Harry," she moaned as he moved his hand up to knead her breast through the material.

Suddenly, he started poking her. Jabbing his finger into her shoulder and Pansy opened her eyes again to see why he was doing that instead of snogging her as she wanted.

"Parkinson, wake up," he said, sitting on the other side of the carriage. Pansy groaned as she realised that she had been dreaming. It felt so real though. "What the hell were you dreaming about, Parkinson?" He took in her flushed expression and the fact that she had practically moaned his name. "You were dreaming about me? Sexually?" he asked in disgust. "Keep dreaming, Parkinson. It's the closest you'll ever get."

Pansy looked down at her feet and hated the fact that they were in this carriage and there was no place to get away from him. She flushed in embarrassment. "I don't like you, Potter. I don't know where that dream came from, but believe me, it was not planned."

"Look, I'm with Hermione and I just want to find her so we can be together again. I know you want Malfoy back but fantasising about me isn't going to help you."

"I wasn't trying to fantasise about you! Believe me, I would much rather think about my boyfriend. It was just a stupid dream I had."

"Stupid? It sure turned you on," he said with a smirk.

"Potter, it was my imagination. I'm sure you could never turn me on like that."

"Excuse me?" Harry asked angrily.

"I'm sure you can't kiss worth a damn. I've seen you kissing Granger and she actually had to make an effort to feel anything."

"That's not true!"

"Have you ever seen yourself kiss, Potter? You look like a chicken, pecking, bobbing your head up and down…"

"I do not!"

"Potter, you can't even turn Granger on, how could you think you could do anything for me—whom has had Draco Malfoy kiss me—"

"I'll show you, Parkinson," Harry threatened before moving across the coach and bringing her mouth to his, trying to make it good. He pushed his tongue in her mouth and she moaned softly before she kissed him back, pulling him to her by the back of his neck.

After a few moments, he pulled away. He looked at her with a smug 'I told you so,' look.

"I was right," Pansy sighed. "Draco is so much bett—" But she was cut off as Harry kissed her again.

Guys are so predictable, Pansy thought to herself as Harry Potter snogged her and she thought that this trip wouldn't be too bad after all.

A/N: We hope you are all still enjoying this fic. As you can tell, Harry and Pansy are a main couple in this story. If that squicks you out, then you don't have to read those parts, but it's a really good story (My favourite) and you shouldn't let a ship get in your way of reading it!

Lemons and Love!

Brittany and Amber.