I woke up about two hours later and Hermione had fallen asleep next to me. Her empty tea mug still clutched in one hand. I smiled and sat it on the the table and pulled her close. She felt cold but her head was warm. She had a fever.

She slept for hours until she finally woke up due to hunger. I made her some soup and returned to bed with her.

She seemed to be getting more comfortable with cuddling me. And I was very happy to see that. I loved holding her in my arms. The way she fit so perfectly. The way her petite body was so close to mine. I could hardly breathe when she was that close. But I loved it. So much.

After caring for her the entire day she slept over again. she was feeling better now. I could tell.

She went back to work the next morning and I had to go to work as well. And it all became routine from there.

We would meet for lunch almost everyday. Shed come over after work at least three times a week. And I'd go to her place a few times. We spent a lot of time together and I could tell she had become comfortable with me. but how comfortable?

She told me all about work and home and her problems with the Weasel... (I still hate him) And she cuddled me on the couch and at night in bed. Shed kiss my cheek and forehead and run her fingers through my hair. If only she knew what it did to me.

My heart skipped a beat almost every time she touched me. I had to work to control my breathing. The butterflies in my stomach drove me insane. But I found it was becoming easier to breathe. The butterflies were lessening, they were still there though.

I was falling for her and I could only hope she was doing the same for me.

One cold November Friday she came over for dinner. I was making pasta and she was milling about the flat. she had made herself quite at home. A collection of her books and clothes had found their way to my apartment. I didn't mind at all.

She was walking around while I cooked and had found her way to my bedroom. Assuming she had remembered what I had said about my nightstand drawer she let curiosity get the best of her and took a peak.

And by peak I mean she opened the damn thing all the way and dug in it for a good ten minutes before I caught her.

Now as I had told her that drawer held my secrets. But not deep dark secrets from before the wizarding war or any of that shit. That drawer held my kinky sexual secrets. Only the few girls I had been with knew about it. (you can decide how many "few" is on your own) the contents of the drawer? Well lets say it was something Mi definitely wasn't used to. there was porn and sex toys, gags and ropes, lubricants and handcuffs.

I walked into the room and stood in the doorway for a few minutes as she dug through it. She pulled out a vibrator and looked at it curiously.

I stifled a laugh "Find something you like?"

She jumped and squealed, dropping the vibrator on the ground and it turned on. It started vibrating on the floor and she turned bright red.

I couldn't hold it in any longer and I laughed. I walked over and picked it up, turning it off and putting it back in the drawer.

She was bright red with a look of horror on her face. I was just laughing. I wasn't mad at all. I knew she was going to find out about it sooner or later.

"Dinners ready." I smirked. "Wanna bring your new friend with?"

"Draco! You are disgusting!" She turned and walked out and I followed laughing.

We sat down and ate silently. I was still laughing slightly and she kicked me under the table.

"It's not funny!" she scowled.

"It was pretty damn funny, Mi." I laughed

"No it wasn't! I'm so embarrassed." she mumbled and hid her face.

I grinned "Don't be embarrassed. I'm not mad or anything."

"I know I know! But... I don't even know what that was, Draco..." she peaked up at me.

I smiled softly. "You'll learn one day."

She looked up at me "What was it?"

"It was a vibrator, Mi. You use it during sex." I said casually, eating my food.

She just looked at me confused and lost. "But... How?"

That caught me a bit off guard. "Do you really want me to explain it to you?"

She shook her head. "Not really. But maybe someday... You could show me."

I almost choked on my food. And she looked at me shocked.

"TELL ME I MEANT TELL ME. I SWEAR" She yelled and hid her face.

I choked and laughed at her panic and choked some more.

I smirked. "Alright, Mi. You meant tell. But to be honest. I'd be okay with either."

She looked at me wide eyed and turned bright red.

Neither one of us said anything about it for the rest of the night.

The next week was different. She was even more touchy. Not like cute and cuddly touchy but like "I want in your fucking pants" touchy. And it was driving me crazy.

She'd drag her finger down my chest and stop just above my waistband, she'd touch my butt, sit on my lap facing me so her legs were straddling my hips.

I could barely control myself but somehow I managed to. Until Saturday night.

It was now December and cold as fuck outside. Mi came over around 6 and we were going to watch scary movies and sit by the fire.

She walked in the front door like always, no knocking just barging in. I was making popcorn and pizza. She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Draaaaacoooooo. It smells really good." She spoke into my back, her breath hot between my shoulder blades.

I smiled softly "Miiiiiiiiii, it's going to taste really good too."

She slowly pulled her arms away, dragging her fingers over my skin as she skipped off to my room. I didn't think anything of it, I figured she was just going to use the bathroom or something.

She might have used the bathroom, but she also changed clothes. And damn did she change.

She came back wearing one of my slytherin t-shirts. And only that. No bra and no pants. Just a t-shirt and panties. And the panties she was wearing.. Well she might as well have not been wearing any.

I looked at her shocked. He hair was down and wavy on her shoulders. The t-shirt was loose everywhere but it laid just right on her breast. She was obviously cold.

"What?" She asked softly. knowing good and well "what" it was.

I shook it off. "Nice shirt." I said as casually as possible and turned around to pull the pizza from the oven.

She laughed slightly. "thanks. But its just an old ratty one. The house barely deserves any credit."

"Well neither do those bloody gryffs" I smirked.

She giggled. "I must say though. Slytherin has produced at least one good person."

"And who might that be?" I asked

"You." she smirked and wrapped her arms around my waist, her hands right on my crotch and her body pressing into mine.

I thought I was going to drop the pizza.