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So this is a little shorted than the last chapter, but I do have somewhere to go with this now! YAY!

Anyway, hope you like it, I got this out as quickly as I could as I think chloesfire was getting a little apprehensive =P

"I hope you know this is all your fault Draco."

"Oh come on Hermione, you loved it."

She glared at him from her spot at the desk in the otherwise empty classroom, but didn't deny it. How could she? He'd been well and truly feeling her up in class, she was so close to getting off before their charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, had finally taken notice and put them both in detention.

Hermione didn't know she had such exhibitionist tendencies until then.

"See I knew you did." Draco was smiling smugly as he lounged casually at his desk. Detention didn't really bother him, it wasn't a week at Hogwarts unless he was staying back behind class for some reason or another. But he did feel a little bad for getting Hermione into trouble. He couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten a detention, he knew people had tried but she usually managed to weasel her way out of it. But these last three weeks they'd received three detentions in the three weeks since the term had started. It turns out keeping things secret proved to be not as simple as Hermione first thought it would be.

Their friends were completely oblivious. In their presence Hermione and Draco continued with the harmless flirting that had gotten them into this situation in the first place, and the banter that had passed between the two continued as normal. The problem lay in them. They had repressed their feelings for seemingly such a long time, neither knew what to expect when those flood gates opened. As it turned out they were incredibly passionate people, and to be completely honest, couldn't keep their filthy hands off each other.

Falling out of broom cupboards, climbing to the top of the Quidditch stands, getting off down by the lake, sneaking in to the room of requirement before everyone else showed up. It was getting more and more difficult to keep things quiet, but they just knew if they told anyone their friends would be all up in their faces. They would want all the details and it wouldn't simply Draco and Hermiones relationship anymore, it would be some sort of communal thing. Plus it made them feel incredibly naughty to be keeping it a secret.

Hermione had to admit she liked how things had been progressing lately. It was just like before really, they had semi-meaningful conversations, they flirted just like normal, the only difference now was they also had sex. She wished she could tell Ginny though. Draco had been a little off in the last week and she wasn't sure what that meant. It was as though they only really saw each other when he wanted to have sex with her, and Hermione was not about to be used. But she also didn't want to say anything, she didn't want to spoil what they had, not when she'd waited so long for it to happen.

It was a worry of hers, however, that maybe she rushed into it. After all they'd only been back at school for a short while, and her plan had been to make him work for it. But really she spread her legs as soon as he asked, it made her feel a little cheap, which was not a feeling she was used to. She just needed to get the power back, that was all.

"I hope you know that it'll be a cold fucking day in Hell when you get your hands back in my knickers, Draco!"

"Oh please, like you could honestly resist this," he said, motioning with his hand down his spread out body. Hermione had to admit it was a splendid sight, "For longer than a few days."

"Is that a challenge? You think I can't resist you?"

"'Course you can't, 'Mione. But it's nothing to be ashamed about, love." Draco knew how much Hermione hated being condescended to, but it was just too funny to watch her get all riled up.

"Fine, you're on."

"Wait, what?"

"No touches, kisses, and definitely no fucking, for two weeks."

"Two weeks!"

His eyes and mouth were wide with shock, he should've known not to mess with Hermione. After all she was the most determined witch he knew. He pouted, rolling his wand along the desk. He thought it was a little silly how Flitwick had left them their wands, after all Hermione was known for hexing people on occasion, for barely any reason at all. He tapped the end on the edge of his desk, watching as purple sparks flew out the end of it.

"One week?" He offered, dropping his head when she simply smiled sadistically and shook her head. No way was she letting him get his own way this time.

"Ten days?"

"No Draco, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to satisfy your own needs for a while."

He huffed and crossed his arms, scowling into his desk. Hermione was smiling, this was just the ticket she needed to get them back on even footing. Draco could be denied for a while, something she knew he wasn't used to, and then everything would be better. She hoped anyway.

"Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. What are you still doing here?" The short and stout Professor Flitwick waddled into the room, his deep green robes flying around behind him. Hermione thought all he needed was bright ginger hair and he would make the perfect leprechaun.

"You put us in detention Professor," Draco replied sarcastically. How dim was the little dwarf? He thought.

"Yes, but detention finished half an hour ago. Now go on, enjoy your weekend. And for Merlin's sake don't let me catch you doing that in my classroom again."

The two pupils smirked and nodded, standing up quickly from their desks and clasping hands as they ran out of the classroom. They were late for the meet-up, and Hermione was determined to get as much torture in for Draco as possible.

"Does this count in the bet?" Draco asked, as they walked hand in hand down the fourth floor corridor.

"Of course not, friends can hold hands, it's hardly a romantic gesture." He scowled and nodded, knowing she was right. Merlin he hated this bet.

"We should talk about the stakes."

"I suppose, what do you want if you win?" She asked.

"You, alone, in my dorm room, for a whole weekend."

"Draco you share your dorm with other boys."

"I don't care, we'll make them leave, I just know that I want you just for myself for two whole days."

"Fine," she smiled, it was a win, win situation there, "If I win, I want to tell everyone about us."

Draco was floored, and nearly tripped from how shocked he was. It had been Hermiones idea to keep this a secret, and now she wanted to tell everyone? Draco wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Though he couldn't say why exactly. He just knew that the idea of everyone knowing about him and Hermione, was an incredibly scary prospect.

"Really?" He asked, hoping she was just joking.

"Of course, I'm getting a little sick of keeping you a secret," she replied. Though the idea of all their friends knowing about them was scary, she was sick of seeing all the girls mooning over Draco. She realised that it wasn't their fault, Draco was probably the most handsome boy at the school, plus he was a sort of outcast, and it wasn't like they knew he was taken. But she still didn't like it, and wanted nothing more than to stake her claim to him.

Draco on the other hand knew he had to win this bet. The idea of the whole school knowing about them, because the whole school would know about them as soon as Pansy found out, was terrifying. He would just have to put his best foot forward and make Hermione break.

"Alright then darling, two weeks. But you know you're going to break long before then?"

"Whatever you say Draco," she said, smiling sweetly.

Hermione kissed Draco lightly on the cheek before running quickly up to her dorm room to get changed. They were already late, she didn't think another fifteen minutes or so would make any sort of difference.

She barrelled quickly through the portrait hole and into the common room, receiving scathing glares from Lavender and Parvati. Hermione didn't get those girls, they didn't even know her, they simply went along with Potter and Weasley. She simply rolled her eyes and hopped quickly up the stairs to the seventh year girls dorm room.

She stripped off quickly and dressed in her new long sleeved purple dress her Mum had sent her. It was a little different to what she'd usually wear, but it would certainly keep her warm in the cold stone walls of the castle. Before she could leave however she found herself surrounded by the group of girls that had been in the common room. Weren't they a bit old for ganging up on people? She thought.

"What?" She asked, sharply, placing a hand on her hip and raising herself to her full height. No way would she be intimidated by those girls.

"Just wondering what you were up to," said Lavender, her lips almost sticking together from the amount of gloss she'd smeared on them.

"That's none of your business now is it?"

"Don't you want to hang out with us?" Parvati tittered behind Lavender, as though Hermione would lower herself to their standards.

"I don't think so, now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." She worked her way around them, heading towards the doorway.

"Shagging half of Slytherin house no doubt."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" While it was no secret that Hermione had, had a fairly promiscuous sixth year, she didn't like people bringing it up in that tone of voice. She wasn't ashamed of what she did, on the contrary she enjoyed it very much.

"Come on Hermione, everyone knows you're the biggest whore in this place. Why do you think Draco Malfoy hangs around with you?"

"You wanna back off Lavender, and watch what you're saying."

"Why? It's not like it's a secret. Everyone knows he's only with you to get a piece of the easiest girl in this place."

"Draco and I are not together, and even if we were that would be none of your business." Her voice was cold and clipped, Lavender was just being mean, she couldn't know that it was Hermiones one insecurity she was bringing to the fore.

"Whatever, he'll get bored of you eventually. After all, you're just a used up slag, he'll come to his senses, then he'll find someone who can really see to his needs, instead of being just a hole he can shove his dick in."

Before the final words were out of her mouth Hermione had flew across the room. She wasn't one to get emotional, but she was always one to get physical. And hearing Lavender talk about her like that, it was the final straw. Hermiones wand was out and pointed straight at Lavenders throat, it was only her rational mind that was keeping Hermione from hexing her to oblivion.

"You wouldn't dare," Lavender scoffed, though her voice was just a little more high pitched from fear than normal.

"No, you're not worth it," Hermione said, lowing her wand.

"You're just a coward."

There was a soft thud as Hermiones fist connected solidly with Lavenders jaw, then the second which broke her nose.

"And you're just a bitch, go figure."

She didn't stay to see the other girls babbling over their collapsed, crying friend. With her wand still gripped tightly in her hand she marched to the room of requirement, striding straight through and grabbing the bottle of fire whisky from Ginny and the tab from Pansy.

"Hermione, what the fuck happened to your hand?" Ginny exclaimed, dragging Hermione down to the bean bag next to her to inspect the damage. She wasn't a mediwitch but even she could see that Hermiones knuckle was broken.

"Jesus, who'd you punch out?" Theo asked.

Hermione gasped as she released the bottle from her mouth, "Lavender Brown," she said, before taking a deep drag from the weed.

Draco was sat next to her, his body heat radiating into her and she felt comforted. But he still hadn't said anything, hadn't asked if she was okay. All she could think about was, what if Lavender was right? What if he'd just heard the stories from last year and wanted a piece of her? What if he just wanted to see if any of the stories were true? She'd heard them, she knew what people said about her. But she wanted Draco for more than that, for more than just sex, but she had been given no word that Draco felt the same.

"Come on," Draco murmured into her ear, pulling her hand softly into his lap and grabbing his wand from his pocket, "Episky," he spoke softly, pointing his wand at her broken knuckles. She winced as the bones melded back together, but smiled as he kissed them softly.

"All better," he whispered, and she smiled, taking another drink from the whisky.

"Right come on then!" Ginny shouted, clapping her hands enthusiastically, "Hermione obviously needs to get thoroughly plowed and after the week I've had, so do I."

Hermione laughed, knowing it was going to be a very good night, as she tried to put all thought of Lavender and her worries about Draco from her mind.

Let me know what you think won't you :)

Next Chapter we see some more fun :)