Chapter Twelve

-Ginny's Discovery-

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A/N Here is chapter twelve lovelies. Thank you for your previous feed back. I would really like to hit one hundred reviews. So rnr.

J

Until next time.

Merin

The blonde Slytherin lay silently in his four poster bed that resided in the lower section of Hogwarts school. It was late and he could not sleep. His mind kept wandering toward the events of his first day back.

Yes, school had started and for some reason he was even less happy about it than usual. He scowled in the dark, closing his eyes tight.

Stupid sodding Potter taking Hermione away from him. Draco felt so helpless not being able to talk to her normally. He found that he was starting to dislike the man he used to be.

He hated having to call Hermione those names, she was none of the bad things he used to make her out to be.

'I really was a stupid git wasn't I?' Draco thought to himself as he rolled onto his side.

Flash back

Draco was sauntering down one of the many hall ways Hogwarts had to offer smirking to himself. He could do this. He could be the bad ass of Slytherin, after all he had been for all of his school life. Why should this year be any different?

"But it is…" A voice in Draco's head sounded.

The boy sighed slightly and continued on his trek toward the great hall. It was then he spotted his wife. She looked beautiful and his mind momentarily flitted to their perfect kiss the day before. Who knew she could kiss like that?

Shaking his head, the Slytherin let his game face fall into place.

Walking up to the trio he put his arm around his wife's shoulders trying his hardest to look menacing.

"Well well, what do we have here? Has the little mudblood filled out over the holidays or have you always been hiding that arse of yours?" He began, looking her in the eye his stony demeanour never changing.

"Shove off Malfoy, who said you could talk to Hermione like that?" Ron blurted out.

"Did I say that I was talking to you Weaselby?" Draco did not even bother to look at the red head.

"Well Granger, got an answer?" The Slytherin taunted.

"Let go of my Malfoy." Hermione said forcefully a look of hatred donning her beautiful features. "Or do I have to make you?" She finished.

"Oh I like the sound of that." Draco told her waggling his eye brows.

"Fuck you." She spat glaring at the boy.

"Ouch Granger, I think that may have actually hurt…wait. No." He smirked looking over to Harry.

"Why so quiet Potter? Cat got your tongue?"

The normally pale Harry was beginning to go bright red with anger.

"Let Hermione go Malfoy or I will see to it that you pay." Harry said to the Slytherin anger rising in his voice.

Draco's eyes darkened and he all but pushed Hermione away from him.

"Didn't want to touch a filthy mudblood anyway. Tell me Potter, have you had a go yet?"

"A go?" Harry questioned.

"You know Potter, in Grangers ink pot…or is that Weaselbys job?"

Harry was so angry words could not even be formed but he knew that if he hurt Malfoy in anyway Hermione would be sore with him. It was their first day after all.

Draco turned to Hermione smirking, "If you ever get sick of having to take such small cock. Come and see me Granger" He reached forward and stroked one long finger down the length of her face. She shivered slightly trying to make it look un pleasurable.

"I never want to see you Malfoy." She stated plainly.

"So tonight then mudblood? I'm free at eleven?" He laughed, "I did mean once hell had frozen over ofcourse."

He smirked at Hermione, and with one last glare are the stupid twins Draco took off.

Strutting as if he owned the place.

End Flash Back

Draco sighed. He hoped that she had gotten his coded message.

Looking at the clock Draco noticed that it was time. He rose from the his bed and touching the golden chain around his neck the Slytherin imagined his parents cottage.

Within moments he found himself in the sitting room of the house.

There sitting on the couch in the most adorable pyjamas in the world sat Hermione. She was such a smart witch.

"Hello pet," He said softy breaking her from her thoughts.

"Oh Draco, hello." She smiled standing.

He motioned for her to sit back down, she did and he took a seat beside her.

"I think we did very well today." Hermione commented.

"Yes, we did didn't we?" Draco smiled letting her lean against him.

"You were such a bastard though." She recalled.

Draco paused, sniffing her hair. She smelled great. "Is that what you were thinking about when I came?" He asked curiously.

"Yes…well no. Kind of." She said.

"Kind of?" He kissed the rim of her ear.

"Yeh kind of", Hermione said closing her eyes momentarily to let her thoughts wander once again.

Flash back

Hermione watched him walk away. He was such a bastard in those last few moments. She had forgotten that he could be like that. Admittedly he did it very well. She watched his cloak billow in the distance. Actually it was actually kind of sexy.

Yes, her husband Draco Malfoy certainly had the most sex appeal she had ever seen in a man so young. Hermione loved it.

End Flash Back

"You looked good today is all." She told him.

"You did too you know, you looked bloody brilliant." She smiled into her hair. "I forgot how sexy you were in those little school robes."

Hermione blushed, "Oh really? I suppose you aren't too back your self" Hermione said turning to face him.

She gasped when Draco's grip on her waist tightened. Hermione looked at his beautifully angled face to see lust filled eyes.

"Draco," She whispered.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked her softly, nudging closer to her warm body.

"Ofcourse you c-" but she was cut off by his forceful lips upon hers once again.

It felt great. The feel of Draco's strong hands moving up and down her sides stopping every now and then to stroke any piece bare flesh Hermione would bare to him.

She tried to move closer to him as the kiss became more heated. Draco growled into her mouth as she straddled his hips for better access. Closing her eyes Hermione fell into the kiss deeper and deeper, groaning when Draco grinded his hips against hers.

Hermione had never felt a mans hardness before, but she knew that this contact with Draco was very pleasurable.

Pulling away from her husband Hermione looked into Draco's icy blue eyes that were dilated from the pleasure. She imagined hers looked very similar.

"Do you like this?" Hermione asked him.

Draco leaned closer to her kissing all the way along her neck line to her ear, "Do I like this?" He nibbled on her ear lobe. "I think you know very well that I like this Mrs Malfoy." He whispered seductively thrusting his hips into her softly.

She let out a mew and he chuckled in satisfaction.

"So much for being just friends." Hermione said through heavy lids before closing the gap between their lips once again.

It did not look like they were going to sleep that much tonight.

…..

Hermione woke to the sound of her room mates chittering. She sighed rolling over burring her head further into her pillow. After a couple of moments she the Griffindor groaned before sitting up. Visions of last night flitting through her memory. It was perfect. Draco was a perfect gentleman. Well as perfect as a horny sixteen year old boy could be.

They had almost snogged each others faces off. Hermione grinned, how could she forget the dry humping. Though when Hermione requested he go no further Draco complied graciously remaining at the same pace.

Not too slow not too fast.

Hermione was happier than she had been in a long time, and it was all thanks to a man she was supposed to loath.

Life was funny sometimes.

Removing herself to the bathroom Hermione prepared for the day ahead.

Would it be as challenging as the last?

Walking to the great hall to fill her empty stomach Hermione wondered what Draco was doing. She did not have to think long however, for as she rounded a corner they came face to face.

Draco looked surprised for a moment before spitting, "Watch where you are going mudblood!".

Hermione giggled.

A look of confusion crossed his features, "What?"

"Look around love, there is no one here but us. Every one is at break fast". Hermione laughed at the boy before her.

"Oh…I knew that." Draco looked sheepish.

"Good reaction though. How did you sleep?" She asked knowing the answer.

"You know very well that we got hardly no sleep you little minx". He lowered his voice smirking.

"Where are you going?" She asked him choosing to ignore his comment.

"I was going to…well I was on my way to." He sighed. "I was looking for you."

"I see, and why is that?" Hermione looked a little too smug for Draco's liking.

"Well you weren't at breakfast and I just..don't know."

"It's okay, I missed you too." She smiled looking up at him. Suddenly her face blanched.

'What now!?' He thought irritated.

He then felt her small hands push him back wards.

"Don't fucking touch me you ferret!" She snarled walking past him.

Turning around he found the reason for her sudden change. Harry Potter was standing there glaring at him.

"He isn't bothering you Hermione?" Harry asked concerned.

She smirked back at Draco and then looked at Harry, "Hardly." She replied, taking the green eyed boys' arm in hers leading him away from their 'enemy'.

Draco sighed. The day had begun.

Waiting a couple of minutes Draco followed in the same direction as Hermione had walked. All he had to do was survive Potions with her today and he would be set. He just hoped that Snape would keep his gob shut.

Walking through the large doors of the great hall the boy set upon finding some breakfast.

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Watching Ron and Ginny bicker was always a sight to behold. It was just so amusing. Though today Hermione could not seem to get in the spirit of things. It had only been a week since Draco and herself had returned to school and Hermione was finding each day increasingly more difficult than the last. Taking a small bite out of her toast she discreetly looked over to the Slytherin table searching for the platinum blonde that she knew so well. As soon as her eyes landed on the boy her heart fluttered. He was beautiful. Men weren't allowed to be beautiful, but Draco was an exception.

Suddenly the blond looked up from his breakfast, their eyes locking in an intense gaze. Hermione felt like she was being drawn in by some unknown force, then it was ripped away.

"Mione are you okay?" Ginny asked her looking a little worried.

Hermione looked away from Draco and smiled at her friend. "I'm fine Ginny why do you ask?"

"Oh it's nothing." The red head replied, "It's just," Ginny lowered her voice. "If I were you I would try and hide that little mark you have there." The red head glanced toward Hermione's chest making the older Griffindor blush crimson.

"I - I didn't even notice." Hermione pulled at her shirt.

"Who is it?" Ginny asked her.

"It is no one."

"It sure doesn't look like no one. I know when a girl is happy and you are blissfully beyond that." Ginny said in hushed tones.

Hermione paused thinking on how to handle the situation. "Okay Gin, maybe you are right. But for now I would like to keep him to myself. My little piece of happiness. I trust you implicitly and I promise you I will tell you in time." Both Griffindors looked at each other not speaking, then finally the youngest spoke.

"I understand Mione, I respect that. You know that I'm always here?"

Hermione smiled, "How could I ever forget?"