Alright before I start anything, I'd like to address a guest reviewer, I think the name was notamusedreader, how I choose to write my stories is my business, so if I don't want them to have sex yet, they won't, and if you don't like that, then don't read my story (: It's one thing to give constructive criticism and another to just give a snarky response because you don't agree with how I choose to time things. (: Thanks

Anyway, I hope everyone likes this chapter (:

***I wasn't particularly pleased with everything in this chapter, especially their first time. I know a lot of you liked it, but I'm not too crazy about it, SO this is the edited version, how I SHOULD have done it the first time. So re-read that and tell me if it's better, and thanks to the two guest reviewers who pointed out what I already thought, that it was rushed.***

"Do you think Harry told her?"

Hermione was anxiously fidgeting, tapping her fingers against the nightstand by Draco's bed. She was waiting for him to get dressed so they could go down to the Great Hall together.

"Maybe some of it," said Draco slowly, as he buttoned up his shirt.

Hermione sighed and bit her lip, flopping back onto the bed so she was staring at the ceiling. "What if she doesn't believe me?"

"Why wouldn't she believe you?"

"Because Ron's her brother."

"So?" asked Draco, lying down next to her.

"So that means something. You don't just automatically agree when someone calls your brother a rapist."

"She'll believe you. I mean she saw what happened last night." he said, his eyes hardening as he remembered what had happened, "Speaking of last night, Weasley's got another thing coming today for putting his hands on you."

She immediately shot up in bed, her eyes wide, "No, you can't-"

"I told you if he so much as looked at you I was going to kick his arse, and last night he did a lot more than look Granger." he said, his tone clipped.

"Malfoy you can't start a fight with him, especially not over me."

"Watch me."

"Malfoy you promised-"

"I know what I promised." he snapped. "He put his fucking hands on you, all bets are off."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was already stressed out about seeing what Harry had told Ginny, she didn't need to be worried about her boyfriend getting into a fight with her ex-best friend.

It was all too much for so early in the morning.

"Can't you just be the bigger person and look the other way?"

"How long are you going to keep defending him?"

"How long are you going to keep using violence as a natural reaction to everything?"

"Until it stops working." he countered with a smirk.

"Malfoy, why are you being so difficult?"

"Because he put his fucking hands on you. What part of that are you not understanding?" he asked, getting off the bed.

"The part where you think beating him up is going to solve anything."

"Oh, because your whole forgive and forget thing worked out so well right?" he snapped.

She glared at him and stood up as well, "At least I'm mature enough to not handle everything with violence."

"Mature, or afraid?"

"I'm not afraid of-"

"Because any normal person would be afraid," he said, his voice softer, "What he did was so inexcusable and unforgivable I really don't understand how you managed to still talk to him as though he were your best friend."

"He was still my best-"

"Best friends don't do that!" he yelled, raking a frustrated hand through his hair.

"How would you know?" she snapped, finally losing her temper. "Your so-called-friends don't give to shits about you, and you don't really care about them either."

"What the fuck are you talking about Granger?"

"Crabbe and Goyle." she said, ticking them off on her hand, "They're about as smart as a goal post and still less useful. They didn't understand half of what you were always talking to them about, and the only reason you kept them around was because they made you look good and you wanted a few lackies."

He wanted to disagree, but in a way he knew she was right about them, but that was in the past. He'd changed, and he thought she knew that.

"And let's not forget Pansy. She likes your money, and she likes your name. Sure she thinks your attractive, but she'd still be chasing after that money of yours even if you weren't handsome. And you said yourself that you didn't care about her. Blaise and Theo might be the only two people you care about, and I don't know if that's out of convenience or because you actually enjoy their company."

Draco had to physically stop himself from completely blowing up, "I've fucking changed Granger. I thought you of all people knew that. Blaise and Theo are my friends because they're my friends, not because it was fucking convenient."

Hermione felt bad for what she'd said, but it wasn't fair for her to judge her relationship with Ron, when he'd never been as close to somebody like that.

"As far as Pansy goes, we used to be friends, best friends, but things changed. I still care about her, but I don't want anything to do with her right now, because she has some growing up to do just like I had growing up to do-hell I still have growing up to do." he said.

"I'm sorry," she said after a while. "I shouldn't have said that. It's just that you don't understand, because the relationships you have with Blaise and Theo and Pansy aren't the same as the relationships I have with Ron and Harry and Ginny. I can't just tell on him, because somewhere underneath all that anger, is my best friend."

"Your best friend who raped you." he muttered, losing patience with a witch who was supposed to be the brightest of her time. "He's not worth the ground you walk on, but you want to talk about how he's your best friend."

"Was," she said softly, "Was my best friend. I'm not having any fantasies about having our relationship back to the way it was, but I do want my friend back."

Draco sighed, "Granger, friends don't do that to each other."

"I know!" she shouted. "I know they don't! But I don't want him to get in trouble. I don't want him to blame me fo-"

"He can't blame you for anything, Granger." he said, stepping forward, and holding her so he could still look down at her face.

Hermione rested her head against his chest, too tired to continue the conversation. Aside from that, Ginny was probably waiting.

"We should go. They're probably waiting."

He sighed, but kissed the top of her head. He didn't want to argue with her. Not with everything else that was going on.

"Alright."

When Draco and Hermione walked into the Great Hall hand in hand, they both noticed that Ginny was sitting by Harry, but Ron wasn't there.

In fact Ron wasn't anywhere in the Great Hall.

Hermione immediately got a sinking feeling in her stomach. What if Ginny had told the Headmaster? Draco squeezed her hand and whispered, "It'll be okay."

She took a deep breath and they walked over to Ginny.

For a moment they just stared at each other, but then Ginny stood up and pulled Hermione into a fierce hug, "I'm so sorry."

Draco and Harry looked at each other while Hermione and Ginny hugged. Hermione pulled back, and took Draco's hand again.

"It's okay Ginny. You didn't know."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked as they all sat down.

Hermione shrugged, "We just agreed not to."

Ginny was furious and disgusted at the same time. She hated that her three best friends had kept this from her, but she was more revolted by what her brother had done.

"Where is he?" asked Draco, glancing around the Great Hall once more.

"Down boy," said Ginny, "He's in the infirmary."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry, but he shook his head.

"You?"

Ginny smirked, "My Bat Bogey Hex was a little rusty."

They all chuckled, but Ginny's mood turned serious again, "You really should tell someone Mione."

"Ginny, don't." said Hermione. "I've had this discussion enough times already."

Ginny looked to Draco and he shrugged, "I agreed not to talk about it anymore."

Ginny sighed and Harry said, "It's for the best Ginny. You don't understand what the war was like for us back then. It was-"

"Shut the fuck up Potter." snapped Draco. He was in no mood to hear him blame Ron's bad decisions on the war too.

"Malfoy," scolded Hermione.

He shook his head, "No, that is complete bullshit."

"Malfoy-"

"I agree with him." said Ginny. "I may not have been with you guys, but nothing that happened would make that okay. It's not an excusable act."

"Thank you!"said Draco, exasperated.

"Well it doesn't matter. What's done is done." said Hermione, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"It's clearly not done." said Draco, his hand tapping against the table.

Hermione placed her hand over his and whispered in his ear for only him to hear, to get him to calm down.

Ginny spoke up again, "He's right. I mean he pushed you onto the ground Mione. That doesn't seem over to me."

"I have to agree with her on that one." said Harry.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Well what do you expect me to do?" She looked to Harry, "You don't want me to tell, and you," she said, looking to Draco, "Just want revenge. I just want to let it drop. He leaves me alone, I leave him alone."

"How are you so calm about this?" asked Ginny. "I was about ready to blow his head off."

Draco nodded, "I know the feeling."

"Because," she shrugged, "I've had time to deal with it."

"Yeah but you're not supp-"

"Can we drop this subject?" she said, a little harsher than she'd intended. "Because it doesn't really make it any easier if everybody wants to talk about it every bloody second."

Draco took her hand in his, rubbing circles over the skin between her thumb and index finger, "Alright, we won't talk about it."

Ginny and Harry nodded, "Sorry Mione."

She rolled her eyes, "Pass me the butter."

For a second nobody moved, but she snapped her fingers and laughed, causing everyone to chuckle and continue on with breakfast.

Just how she wanted. She didn't need everyone giving her sympathy. She was okay. As okay as she could be anyway, and that was fine with her. She just wanted everyone else to calm down and stop fussing over her.

She wasn't going to turn Ron in, and she wasn't going to let Draco start a fight with him. She certainly wasn't going to let Ginny fight her battles for her, not matter how good she was at the Bat Bogey, and she wasn't going to make Harry decide between two of his best friends.

Everyone was more wound up about it than she was, and sure she could see why, because if anyone had ever done that to Ginny, she would have killed them, but still.

She wanted them to respect her decision, and stop trying to bring it up every few minutes in an attempt to get her to talk.

If and when she wanted to talk about it, she would. But until then, she wanted everyone off her case, because she didn't particularly want to keep reliving that night over and over again.

Just because she said she was okay, didn't mean that it didn't bother her. Rape was rape, no matter who did it.

"So what's going on with you and Granger?"

"What do you mean?" asked Draco, eyebrow raised.

He and Theo were sitting across from each other in the library doing their potions assignment, while Blaise sat next to Draco, half asleep on his book.

"Well she's with you every night, it's like she lives with you." he said with a smirk.

Draco rolled his eyes and nodded, "And?"

"I'm just curious as to how you feel about her is all."

"I like her...a lot more than I probably should." he admitted carefully.

"Do your parents know?" But by the look on his face it was obvious that they didn't, and that was the reason he'd said he liked her more than he should.

"What are you going to do?"

"Stay with her. They can't tell me who I can and can't be with." he said, trying to sound more confident than he was.

Theo nodded, "It's likely they might not even find out. I mean it's only school, by the time you get out in the real world she'll be headed of the America, and you'll be here running Malf-"

"What?" he interrupted.

Theo raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Granger's going where after we graduate?"

"You didn't know?" he asked, surprised. "Pansy's the one who told me, but it's because she overheard Granger talking to Weaselette." he explained.

"Why's she going there?" he asked. For some reason he had a sinking feeling of dread at losing her, even though they hadn't ever discussed what they would do at the end of the school year. It was starting to sink in how real all of this was.

Since the St. Patrick's Day dance had just recently happened, that meant they had about 3 months until the last day of school in June. It was all a little too real for Draco.

"I guess she said something about being offered a job in America by a friend of her family I think. Something to do with books. Not that that's surprising." he added with a chuckle.

Draco wasn't really paying attention though. He needed to talk to Hermione, because he needed to know if she planned on trying to stay in a relationship with him after the school year ended, or if this was just something to occupy her time while she waited.

He didn't particularly know what he wanted, but he was well aware of the fact that he didn't want any other guy so much as looking at her, let alone someone else dating her.

"That's cool." he mumbled.

Theo smirked, "You really like her don't you?"

Draco sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose I do."

"And suppose she really likes you too, which I'm pretty damn sure she does, how does that solve anything. Your parents aren't going to accept her. They won't and that's obviously a big deal to you."

"What's a big deal?" he asked, too irritated to really be having that conversation at the time.

"Your parents approval."

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Yeah right."

Theo had had this discussion more than once with Draco, not about Hermione, but about his parents in general, and it never really got them anywhere. He wouldn't admit that he cared, and Theo wouldn't believe him.

"Look mate, all I'm saying is if she's really important to you, you might want to talk to her...and then go talk to your parents." said Theo with a shrug.

Draco didn't want his parents involved with Hermione, because she was too nice and genuine of a person to have to put up with his father's shit.

"We'll see." he said simply.

Just then Blaise woke up and rubbed his eye, glancing between the two of them, "What'd I miss?"

Draco wanted to know if Hermione was really going to America after college, and if she was, he wanted to know why she hadn't mentioned it to him.

Then again could he really be mad at her for it, because it wasn't like he'd told her his plans to run Malfoy Industries.

There was just a lot that they didn't know about one another, and it was starting to become rather obvious.

Just then there was a soft knock on his bedroom door, that he knew only belonged to Hermione.

"Come in,"

She stuck her head in the door first, a small smile on her face, "Hi,"

"Hey," he said, a small smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He couldn't be upset with her.

She walked into the room and shut the door.

"Granger, what the hell are you wearing?"

She stood in front of him in a long coat that went down to her ankles.

"I have a surprise for you." she said softly.

He raised an eyebrow, "I actually wanted to talk-"

Before he could finish his sentence she dropped her jacket revealing an emerald green corset, matching panties and black garters.

Draco's eyes almost popped out of his head, all thoughts of talking about her leaving were far from his mind.

"What are you doing?" he managed to get out.

She smiled and walked over to him, straddling him where he sat on the bed, and said, "Giving you your surprise."

"You're serious?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

She bit her lip and nodded, "Yes,"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his lips to hers. She parted her lips slightly and he slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring and stroking.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his hair, tugging lightly.

He growled and moved so they were laying on the bed, him above her. She smiled and said, "Someone's eager."

"You have no idea." he said, kissing his way down her neck.

She moaned softly and started unbuttoning his shirt while he kissed and nipped at her neck. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it onto the ground.

He captured her lips in another kiss, ravishing her mouth, trying to show her just how badly he really did want her. After a few minutes he shook his head and pulled away, "Stand up,"

She raised an eyebrow at him, but did as he asked. He stood up too, and turned her so she was facing away from him. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and began to pull on the strings of her corset, undoing it slowly.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

She sighed and he stepped forward, pressing his chest against her bare back.

He slid his hands across her stomach and up over her chest, massaging her breasts lightly. She let out a soft moan and leaned her head back against his shoulder.

He kissed and nipped at her neck, while sliding his hands down to her panties. He rubbed her over her underwear first, eliciting a few shallow breaths from her, before he slid his hand inside, rubbing her wet heat.

She moaned and arched her back against him, "Oh gods Malfoy."

He chuckled against her neck and removed his hand, smirking when she groaned at the loss.

He turned her around to look at him, and pulled her against himself again and kissed her. It was a light and sweet kiss, and it only made Hermione more sure that this is what she wanted to do.

She smiled and undid the button on his pants, and then ran her hands up and down his chest, enjoying how she felt his muscles tense and coil beneath her touch.

He slid his hand down her smooth skin, undoing first the garter on her right leg, and then the one on her left. He then kicked off his pants and moved so they were both on the bed again.

He slowly slid her underwear from her legs, moving so he was between them.

He kissed the insides of her thighs, causing Hermione to take in a sharp breath, "Malfoy,"

He chuckled and brought his mouth down to her heat. She moaned and dropped her head down onto the pillow, giving in to the sensations his sinful mouth was creating.

A few minutes later the coil in her stomach exploded and she was coming undone. "Oh gods Malfoy I'm-"

He continued his ministrations until she came, and lapped up her juices before kissing his way back up her stomach to her lips.

She rolled them over so she was straddling him, and she managed to pull his boxers down and toss them to the side. She leaned down and kissed him, their tongues tangling together in a passionate kiss.

"I want you to make love to me." she whispered against his lips.

His eyes widened, and for a moment he was frozen. It wasn't every day that something like this happened.

He moved so he was hovering above her, between her legs, and said, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, "I'm positive."

He kissed her again, and then slowly eased himself inside her. They both groaned at the contact, and Hermione felt like she might explode.

"Oh gods." she said, running her nails across his back.

"Fuck," he groaned, setting a slow pace.

He moved in and out of her in an unhurried manner, as if trying to remember everything about the moment.

"Malfoy," she moaned, tugging his hair.

"Call me Draco," he said softly, watching her expression as she bit her lip.

"Draco, harder," she panted.

He didn't need to be told twice. He began moving in and out of her at a quicker and harder pace, causing her to come undone underneath him.

He pumped into her two more times before he came undone himself, coming inside her with a groan.

Hermione heard him mumble a quick contraceptive charm, before he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She turned on her side and watched him, trying to decode the array of emotions that seemed to play over his face.

He turned his head and looked at her with a smirk.

"What?" she asked.

"You called me Draco."

She chuckled, "That's your name isn't it?"

"Yes, but you don't really call me that."

She shrugged, "You don't call me Hermione either."

He smiled and rolled on top of her, "Well, Hermione," he purred, "What do you say to a round two?"

"You want to go again?" she asked, surprised.

He smirked, his sinfully seductive one, and said, "And again, and again, and again." he punctuated his words with a kiss.

She smiled, "Ready when you are Draco."

Well there you go, they finally had sex, Ginny knows about Ron...for the most part, and Draco hasn't killed Ron. Although I think we've got Ginny to thank for that. Her and that Bat Bogey are a pretty dangerous combination.

I think I'm going to put more Blaise/Theo/Draco in here. I like them lol.

Oh, and Draco's parents might be making an appearance in a chapter pretty soon.

Read and review lovelies.