Hermione had fallen asleep, and Draco took this opportunity to write to the Dark Lord. He had studied Hermione's sleeping form for long enough, and needed to get some work done. The jolt of stepping away from her and taking on his Death Eater persona was unnerving.

He sat down at his desk in his room and pulled out a slip of parchment; relaying the information that Hermione had told them during their 'sessions.' His fingers neatly danced around telling the circumstances leading to Hermione telling the information. Once he was done, he fetched his owl from his post on the balcony and sent him off.

As Draco was putting away his extra parchment and quill, he caught sight of Hermione's wand. He played with the idea of using prior incantatem to find out the spells that had been recently used by Hermione. It might help me send something else to the Dark Lord without having to make Hermione tell me something. I think we're passed the point of needing a push to get things going.

Draco smiled softly because of the thought and stowed away her wand once again.

He still wanted Hermione to beg for him to fuck her, but now it was just out of fun instead of a power trip. A slight ego stroking. Again the thought struck him if he should just tell Hermione everything. With her brains, she could probably help them figure something out. Run away somewhere or something to keep them safe.

A small voice in Draco's head reminded him that he didn't even know if Hermione felt that way about him. Yes, she seemed to be more comfortable with him, but maybe that was just because of the sex. Another thought came into his head that filled him with dread. Was it possible that she was acting? Pretending to like him and be compliant so she could escape or turn on him? This thought grew, scaring him not because of the chance that he might fuck up his assignment, but because she might actually not care for him at all. How would he make sure she felt the same for him?

His hand reached for the veritaserum in his desk, but the moment his hand closed around it, he realized it was futile. If Hermione really did have feelings for him, that was not the way to go about it. It would ruin the meaning. Telling her his feelings wasn't the greatest idea either because she could still pretend whatever she did and said in reply.

Draco shoved the drawer shut. He couldn't do shit. He'd just have to watch her and judge for himself.

Hermione groggily woke up. She still felt the hot spot where Draco must have been lying next to her and smiled. Her lips turned up into a vixen smile when she remembered what had transgressed earlier. Something about Draco was driving her wild. She had never felt this sexually liberated. He did something to her that made her feel comfortable in her own skin. Draco had known her when she was at school, but was allowing himself to see her in whole different way. She was able to marry the two parts of herself together and not feel like one was being left out: the smart, sophisticated, sure of herself Hermione with the sexual, vulnerable, fun Hermione.

She felt wrapped up in him unlike she had ever felt with anyone. Draco was so unexpected, so gentle with her. She realized she was also letting him be his two selves: The Draco that is sly, strong-willed, and mischievous, with the Draco that is sensual, caring, and thoughtful.

He's still your captor a small voice inside her head echoed. Hermione bit her lip. It was true, he was technically still holding her hostage. This wasn't an act though, was it? The blood drained from her face as she realized that all this could just be to get information from her. His fake good guy persona could be a ruse to make her trust him and spill everything.

Hermione swore as she realized he would always have the upper hand in situations like this. She had no way of knowing if it was all true or not. I could try and tell him how I feel and test the waters. Damn, he could still be acting though. She had always been a good judge of character, and would have to trust her gut when it came to figuring out this mine field.

The door softly creaked as a shirtless Draco stepped through the doors. It doesn't seem like we're going to be fully dressed ever again Hermione thought to herself with a grin. Draco looked at her suspiciously with a smile blossoming on his face. "What is it you little minx?" Hermione opened her mouth in fake shock and tried to hold back a laugh. "Well for your information Mr. Malfoy, I was just thinking how nice you look with your shirt off. And hoping that you never put one on again."

Draco walked over to Hermione with a brilliant smirk plastered on his face. Could anyone actually be this perfect? Draco thought, still trying to gauge if she was acting or not, but quickly being too caught up in her to distinguish the difference.

Their lips met eagerly, and Draco moved to bend over Hermione on the bed. His hands ran over Hermione's naked form through the soft sheets, outlining her womanly figure. Hermione shivered at the feeling and longed for his hands to make contact with her flesh.

As if reading her mind, Draco slowly started to pull down the covers revealing first her breasts, and then her stomach, and then removed the sheets from her all together. He stood back and stared at her naked form in awe. Her lips were red from their kissing, and her body looked like it was waiting for his. He felt his cock pulse and his entire body go stiff with want. Salazar, it took all his strength not to ravage her then and there.

Hermione's eyes held a glow like she was inviting him, knowing what he was thinking and letting him know that she wanted it too. Draco leaned down, running his hands all over Hermione's supple skin, exploring every inch of her. His lips rested against her ear and he softly whispered "Hermione, would you join me for dinner tonight?" Hermione looked at him a bit confused, since she was sure they were about to have sex. "What?" She tilted her head and looked into his stormy eyes. "I'd like to have something resembling a proper date. You can tell me what your favorite food is and I'll have it made, and we can dress up and-" Draco stopped talking when he saw Hermione's facial expression change to slight hesitation. This must be what he's used to in a date. I don't know how to wear fancy dresses or have all the etiquette that people raised in money must have.

Draco discerned her worry from her face and tried to assure her. "It doesn't have to be formal at all, I just thought it would be-" "I'd love to." Hermione smiled and raised her finger to silence him. Hermione remembered how nice Draco had looked in his dress robes in 4th year, and wasn't going to pass up another chance to see him in something formal. "I'm going to wear the most ridiculous dress though, and you can't stop me." Draco kissed her lightly on the lips, thinking of how nice Hermione looked in everything. "Deal."