Hey everyone!

Here's the update, as promised!

And depending on the response I get from this one, I'll post another before this weekend!

Please R&R and enjoy!

(None of the characters or settings are mine, as much as I'd love to own Draco Malfoy and do dirty things to him...)

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ENJOY!

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Draco Malfoy woke from the best nights' sleep that he had ever had. The warm body pressed against him ignited happiness to his core and the sight of the curly brown hair on his chest made his heart soar.

'Why didn't I do this sooner?' he thought to himself.

He gently brushed a lock of hair from Hermione's face behind her ear and just sat and soaked in the view of the girl he loved breathing slowly and murmuring in her sleep.

The night before had been quite a shock to Draco, and not at all what he was expecting when the head girl led him up the stairway after a passionate kiss, well multiple kisses to be honest. The brunette scholar had slinked onto his bed and pulled the Slytherin on top of her, gliding her hands along his muscular body. She bit her lip slightly and the only thing in her eyes was pure lust.

Draco almost exploded then and there.

However, he was a Malfoy after all, and he regained his composure after a less than respectable amount of time. A fact that was not missed by Hermione. She smirked and pulled his body even closer to hers so that there was almost no horizon between their skins. Draco was sporting a huge erection and after a quick inspection with his fingers around her core, found that he was not alone in his attraction. Hermione's panties were all but soaked through.

"Draco…" Hermione whimpered softly as Draco went to work on getting rid of the pesky obstacle that was the girl's clothes.

"Mmmhmmm?" He asked, stumbling over her buttons. What was going on? He was always cool and smooth in these situations, why were his hands shaking more than the Weasels during a quidditch match?

"Draco. Stop." Hermione slowly sat up and took Draco's hands in her own. Confusion and rejection shown across the head boy's face.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I going too fast? Do you want to be on top? Because that's more than fine, that's actually really hot and-" Draco spilled out, trying desperately to save the moment. But Hermione's finger over his lips cut him off.

"Shh, no it's not that. It's just that, as much as my body wants this, as much as my hormones are screaming to have you inside of me, I can't do this. Not yet." She whispered.

Draco's shoulders slumped and his spirit (among other things) deflated.

"Oh."

"Please don't be upset, it's just like I said, we need to start over. And that means rebuilding trust, which isn't easy." Hermione explained.

'Bloody hell this woman will be the death of me' Draco thought for not the first time.

He sighed but obliged, after all, a woman as amazing as this one was worth the wait.

"So what now?" Draco asked.

"Well, we need to define this relationship I guess." Hermione said and punched Draco lightly as he groaned. "It's important!"

Draco dreaded the "DTR" talk more than anything, but maybe that was because most of the times he'd had it, it was from a confused girl who thought them to be more than just fuck buddies. Draco sighed as the memories of the countless naïve girls.

"Well, I was under the impression that we were going to start dating. Like a girlfriend-boyfriend type deal." Draco said simply.

Hermione thought about this notion for a moment, true it was what she wanted in the long run, but was she ready for that step? Hell, was he ready for that step? What would his family say? Or Pansy? Or everyone in the school for that matter!

As she was debating these questions, Draco was slowly moving his hand from her bare knee up toward her core, maintaining eye contact all the while. He began to get more and more excited as his fingers reached the lace trim of her panties and he began to slip one digit underneath when she slapped his hand away in irritation, still in deep thought. Draco pouted and crossed his arms, waiting for the bushy haired beauty to formulate an answer. Still, his thoughts kept drifting back to the rather empty space between her legs and how he would love so very much to fill it.

"You need to court me." Hermione finally stated, snapping Draco back into reality with surprising force.

"Come again, love?" Draco asked, all attention now on her face.

"Well, this whole 'relationship' between us has been in secret. Mostly just acts of passion and physicality. Yes, there have been other moments, but what kind of girl do you take me for? How am I supposed to know that you don't just want to hook up? No way. That's not going to fly, you want this milk, you gotta pay for the cow, big boy." Hermione said with a satisfied smirk.

Draco's face was a completely blank slate.

"Ok, what now?" He asked again. Hermione sighed.

'Honestly, the guy's probably never had to say more than a couple words to a girl to get her in bed with him. This should be interesting.' She thought.

"You have to show me that I'm not just the 'ass you're tapping'. You have to court me. Then, you can ask me out, and then we can go out, and then we will become boyfriend and girlfriend, and THEN we may have sex. Considering everything goes as planned." She smiled.

The color drained from Draco's face.

"But….but that could take months! I've never waited that long to sleep with a girl! I don't...I can't….are you sure?" He blubbered.

Hermione giggled and nodded.

"If you want me, you have to earn me." And with that, the Gryffindor buttoned her shirt back up and cuddled into Draco and said, "Goodnight Draco."

Draco lay, awestruck.

'What exactly just happened? If she expects me to wait more than a week to bed her…she's got another thing coming.'

But in that moment, he looked down at the figure curled up beside him, and knew that he would wait years if that's what it took to make this girl happy.

Smiling, Draco gently shifted and fell asleep with the girl he loved.