(A/N) Thankyou to everyone out there who reviewed and replied! Once again I sincerely apologize for taking so long to update. It's the second last week of school and I've had a lot of things due. Enough of my rambling, get to the story!

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This chapter is dedicated to: Alice Winton and Charlotte Westbrook

Chapter 11: No Denying

Draco lay in his dormitory bed with his hands behind his head, thinking silently. Alexandra was asleep, her head resting peacefully on his bare, smooth chest. Her beautiful chestnut hair was strewn across his skin, it tickled lightly.

A small strip of moonlight shone from the window and fell across Malfoy's face, illuminating his silver-blue eyes which were shining with mystery and confusion. A heavy, disgusted feeling was settling in his abdomen. He'd just slept with the most gorgeous chick in school, yet he didn't feel pleased with his achievement at all.

He couldn't stop thinking of those chocolate brown eyes, the smooth curves of her perfectly formed body and that silky hair which flowed through his fingers with the slightest of ease.

"Hermione," he whispered quietly, his voice emerging as a strained croak. Alex shifted slowly in her sleep and linked her hand around his waist.

Draco decided he couldn't do this anymore, he felt so needy, preying on innocent girls to ease his selfish sexual urges. He knew these days that his moods changed rapidly, happy one minute, enraged the next. But deep down he found that his love for Hermione would never waver. He felt less satisfied now that he'd slept with Mackenzie than he had before he'd evenmet her. His stomach was empty, his body ached with despair for hurting Hermione the way he'd just done, hitting her and then betraying her by sleeping with the new girl.

Slowly herolled Alex off his cold chest, making sure he didn't wake her in the process. He really needed to be alone at the moment, to clear his fogged mind. Rising carefully Draco stretched and walked to the window, looking out upon the vast school grounds. Checking his watch he found that it was only 4am, no way he'd be able to go back to sleep now. Taking one more glance at the sleeping form of his lover, Malfoy slipped through the bedroom door and into the bathroom.

Here he hopped into the shower and scrubbed himself thoroughly, washing away his musky scent of sweat. Once he was fully clean, he dried off and sprayed anti-perspirant heavily under his arms and over his chest. He'd absent mindedly applied Hermione's favourite smelling men's perfume to his body. Dressing slowly in crinkly denim jeans and a white singlet, he stole into the lounge room.

There he strode to his favourite fire-place armchair, intending on sitting and gazing into the fire for some time to help his thoughts. However when he arrived he found it already preoccupied. Hermione sat slumped, her head leaning back against the chair's top. She must've crept back to the Head's dorm late in the night.Draco stood mesmerized, for how long he did not know, time seemed to disappear, nothing mattered anymore.

His eyes traced over her beautiful face, his lips longing with desire. He wanted nothing more than to feel the touch of her skin, the sweetness of her luscious lips. Trailing his eyes downwards he licked his lips once over lightly, noticing the elegance of her neck. His eyes lingered on her chest, then down her legs and he checked her over once more. She was perfect in everyway.

Sighing slowly Malfoy sat on the floornext to her chair, his head leaning softly against it, his mind wandering with aimless thoughts, he needed her back…

"Harry! What are you doing?" giggled Ginny, as Harry slid into her bed. It was pitch dark expect for the moon's rays glinting through the curtains. "You're not supposed to be in here,"

"Shh, if you don't be quiet Padma will wake up," hissed Harry playfully, pulling Ginny down onto the bed and drawing the covers over them. There they lay, smiling quietly to each other in the darkness, kissing occasionally.

"We shouldn't do this Har…" started Ginny sternly, but Harry cut her off by kissing her passionately, his hands sliding up her leg. She tingled under his touch, her heart skipped a beat. She squealed quietly, slipping his shirt off with one quick motion.

"I love you Ginny Weasely and nothing's going to change that," Harry said matter-of-factly, finding her lips again and teasing her smartly with light kisses. A voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Ginny, what's going on?" It was Padma's voice. Harry shut up quickly and stopped moving, Ginny cleared her throat.

"N-nothing Pam, just go back to sleep," Ginny yawned fakly, turning over sharply. This action knocked Harry off the bed; he crawled quickly under it, breathing slowly.

"If you're sure," Padma replied gruffly, "For a moment I thought there was someone in bed with you,"

"No way, you must be dreaming" Ginny smiled at her own lie and heard Padma trudge back to bed, grumbling. Harry had slipped on the invisibility cloak and leaned in to whisper: "Good night Gin," before he disappeared through the girls' door.

"Thanks a lot Padma," Ginny cursed under her breath.

"Stupid idiot, why'd she have to ruin a perfect moment?"

Hermione jerked awake, small beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip. Her dream…it had been so intoxicatingly wonderful. She leant her head back as her heart rate slowed from her abrupt waking.

She had felt his love and passion coursing through her body as he caressed her, trailing his fingers down her naked back. His blond hair had fallen softly over his eyes, giving him that seducing look, his lips dancing with hers.

"Draco," she groaned softly, sitting upright and resting her head in her hands. Something stirred next to her, catching her attention. Getting up from her resting spot she saw, with horror and pleasure that Malfoy was sitting beside her chair, his head propped on his knees.

"What are you doing here?" she breathed, stepping away from her ex-lover's hunched form. Draco's silver eyes met with her's. He shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep,"

"I can't get him out of my head, boy his love is all I think about," Hermione sang in her head. Her words were true, she desperately needed to feel his touch again, and her dreams were the only thing that satisfied her these days. She could trust Draco no longer, not after he hit her and made out with Alex. She felt her heart sag…Alex. How far had it gone between those two?

"Where's Alex?" she asked, firelight reflecting off her pale face. Draco shrugged again, his eyes connected with the flames rising before him in the grate.

"Asleep I suppose," his voice hinted disapproval at the mention of her name. Hermione raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Really? I thought you'd be fucking her brains out, as you seem to move on so fast from one girl to the next. Did you remember to give her a tip?" Hermione's voice was full of sarcasm.

Anger flashed across Malfoy's eyes at this comment. He rose swiftly from the ground and made his way towards her. Hermione cringed back quickly, she didn't want to be hit by him again and her old bruise still hadn't healed. But something inside her suddenly made her stand tall, face up to her fears of him.

"What are you going to do?" she demanded as he inched closer, "Hit me?"

"I may," he smirked, although inside his heart was trembling with excitement. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, please her like he used to before everything became complicated. He no longer cared for his father's will; his father would not deny him his one true chance to be happy. "Or I may just do this…"

Draco snaked his hands around Hermione's waist and pulled her closer. She strained slightly but stopped as his lips crashed against hers. She moaned with need and allowed Draco's tongue to enter her mouth. She placed her hands around his neck and inhaled the sexy smell of his freshly applied deodorant. She loved that smell, and he knew that damn-well. The charm he possessed was overwhelming, his hands sliding up her shirt and then descended down her back, to rest at the base of her spine. Hermione felt weak at the knees, Draco felt her body tremble so he pulled her closer and pressed his hips to hers. She ran her fingers up his neck, their breathing steady as their tongue entwined and chased playfully. Pleasure was trickling through every inch of her body; she pressed her hips even closer to his and heard his quiet groan of satisfaction.

"Hermione," he whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Hermione I love you,"

Hermione suddenly felt a searing pain seep through her chest, leaking down into her stomach. She broke away, tears forming in her eyes.

"Do you say that to all the girls you screw or am I your pick-of-the-week?" she yelled shrilly, pushing away from him. Draco looked hurt and grabbed her softly as she made for her bedroom.

"Get off me y-you traitor!" she cried, straining against Malfoy's grip, "I hate you! I don't know why I kissed you! I can't believe I fell for you again!"

"That's just it 'Mione, we can't help falling each other because we're meant to be together. You know it and I know it, we need each other." Hermione stopped squirming as Draco said this. His voice was serious and a glint of a tear shone in his dull eyes. Hermione let Draco pull her closer and run his fingers through her hair.

"Do you always tingle when I'm around or is it like that with all the boys?" he asked slowly, stroking her neck. She looked up at him innocently.

"H-how did you know that I feel like that?" she whispered in a hushed tone.

"Because I feel it too, whenever you're near," he replied truthfully. He placed a few gentle kisses down her neck and collar bone, making her run her fingers through his hair.

"I-I'm sorry I yelled Draco, I know you meant well. I'm just hurting because you kissed Alex," Hermione confessed.

"I'm a fool," he exclaimed, "I did that out of revenge. I could never hate you 'Mione. I can't sit for five minutes without thinking about you, without wanting you near me,"

"I feel the same," she admitted softly, "Draco I love you more than anyone I've ever known. I've tried to deny it but I can't…it's impossible,"

He placed his hands on her hips again and stared deep into her eyes. Then he bent his head to match hers, their lips finding each others once again. This kiss was different, it wasn't slow and dreamy, and it was passionate and fiery, full of long-hidden emotion. Hermione backed into one of the walls and let Draco raise her arms with his and pin them above their heads. Then he kissed her deeply again, searching inside her soul for some reaction. She felt it and kissed back heavily, moaning between kisses as he pinned her to the wall with nothing but his body. Finally the two broke away, gasping and smiling gently. They stood and hugged each other tightly for a time.

"I love this side of you the best," Hermione told him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I realized," he replied gently, running his hands over her back, "I'll definitely show it to you more often then,"

There was no use denying it, the enemies were in love…deeply in love, more than they had ever been before, united as one heart…

There you go, I hope you liked it! It took me a long time to write the Hermione and Draco scene. Please review and tell me what you thought. More chapters are coming soon!