A/N: Okay My wonderful people, I had started writing another chapter, but it was so disjointed. I just hope this one is up to your standards (it's short I'll warn you now).

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Future, Fun & Frolics

"Draco." Hermione purred as the man in question was tracing lazy patterns over her bare back.
Another marathon session had left them exhausted on his bed; they had to stop bumping into each other. Didn't they?

Draco certainly didn't feel that way; he had knocked into her in the library late at night. She'd been in the restricted section, tiredly researching the source of their additional powers. He'd run his fingers over the bare patch of skin at the nape of her neck. She'd shivered as she felt her powers rear somewhat.
But was it her power? She knew the feeling of her power; it was a strong desire from the core of her body, it had felt like a current running from her heart to her extremities. This was the feeling of desire, like when she had fancied Ron in her fifth year and every time he hugged her, or the feeling that Viktor had instilled in her with his gentle but rough kisses. It was the feeling of lust rooted in her stomach, there was nowhere near enough electricity registered to be her power.

He'd kissed the same patch, she's twisted in her chair and locked lips with his, wiping his smug smile of his face in a haze of lust.

"Yes Mione?" He whispered back, she was so beautiful and he was stunned by the passion this dried up little book worm unleashed on him. He was also addicted to it. He had craved her touch, her lips, her silky skin against his. He needed to hear her moan his name. He wasn't sure why but he just needed her.
She was stretched out, half atop him, as they lay in the chillier dungeon dormitory. He had pulled the emerald coverlet across the pair of them while his fingers skated across her skin.

"I can't find this. It's frustrating me." She grumbled suddenly, and Draco snorted.

"You can't find anything in the library it must be bad." He teased the girl who flipped him the finger whilst her head rested on his shoulder.

"Fuck you Draco." She whined into his shoulder.

"Been there, done that." He snickered and shouted with laughter as she started to tickle him.

"Yeah yeah, suck it up Draco." She grinned as she ended up straddling, his arms pinned beneath her thighs, she watched the change in his eyes flicker from amusement to lust, mingled with something else. She was startled briefly at the look of love that was so apparent in Draco's eyes but she shook it off.
She and Draco couldn't love one another. They were far too incompatible. Right?

Draco saw the hesitance on her face and wondered when did everything change? Where did Hermione Granger fit into the future that was mapped for him. His father had drilled into him the importance of continuing the blood line and not sullying it. Ironically Astoria Greengrass had been a prospective wife, she'd be struck off the list for her dalliances with Ron Weasley.

What the hell would happen to him if his father got wind of this, his mother was okay, as long as he was happy she would accept his choice of girl, that's why she'd pushed Lucius to put Astoria onto the future bride list; Draco and Astoria hadn't argued or really crossed wires unlike most of the girls Lucius had selected. What would happen to Hermione? Ron had been kidnapped by the Greengrass brothers; would his father take Hermione? Would his father hurt her?

The tender, anxious moment passed and the pair went back to rolling around in the covers, Draco nipping at her lips, her throat, her earlobes as Hermione's hips rolled into his.

They could delay this for another night at least.

The next morning, Hermione slipped from the Slytherin Common Room early in the morning and was only vaguely surprised to bump into Harry sneaking out from the girls' dorm.

"Fun morning?" She yawned and ran fingers through errant curls with a smirk pasted on her face.

"You have a Malfoy smile on your face." Harry raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses.

"Yeah and you have Parkinson's lipgloss all over your collar." She flicked the white shirt collar, laughing when her best friend coloured.

"Ron's still with Astoria." Harry shrugged as the pair quickly slipped into the dank corridors beneath the black lake.

"That really doesn't surprise me." Hermione said drily, tugging her scarlet jumper over her head and tugging the mixture of sex and morning hair into a very messy was craving a shower and having access to the prefects bathroom was a perk.

"They're the only couple that have come out of the woodwork." His scruffy appearance was added with a five o'clock shadow and his continuous yawning.

"Showers?" She nodded her head towards a statue and it took Harry a little while to twig what she was referring to. It was Boris the Bewildered and Harry finally clicked that she was letting him into the prefects bathroom with him.

"Done." He groaned and pulled his sex fatigued body to the statue.

"Blipperwickets and Morse Code." Hermione mumbled and the statue obligingly swung to the side. The steam that enveloped them as they entered the bathroom was welcome and neither felt sticky and slightly old.

"Harry. What's going to happen with Pansy?" Hermione shouted over the rushing water from her cubicle.

"Well I can ask that question about you and Draco?" Her best friend shouted back and the pair stuck their heads past the tiled cubicle walls. The worried look they shared was enough; how did you date a pureblood Slytherin when you were an impure Gryffindor.

It had never been done before.

Well it had but both participants had ended up in the Infirmary.

"Well it's not really down to us is it?" Harry whispered; it was down to their other halves.

"The school's gonna go nuts when they hear this." Hermione chuckled ruefully and the two Gryffindors carried on washing, studiously avoiding the topic of relationships.

A/N: No Doubt many spelling mistakes but please accept my most fervent apologies!