A/N: Hey guys, just letting you know things get a little steamy in this one. If you're not one for that kind of thing then just skip passed the second section and move onto the third. Just giving you a little heads up :P

Draco had been dreaming about the mysterious girl again. It had been a while now since his last dream about her, and he hadn't even thought much about her because he'd been too distracted by Granger. But she was back and he felt like he knew her better than ever despite her absence. She smelt like cinnamon as she drifted through his dreams and her laugh sounded like the single greatest thing he'd heard in his life. He felt like he literally had his arms wrapped around her as they danced on in his dreams.

The dream drifted off as quickly as it had come, and he began to wake up to his normal cold dark room, lit only by the moonlight. He always awoke very early in the mornings, earlier than when the house elves turned on his fire. Except this time he wasn't cold. He was warm.

He knew it was too early for the elves to have turned the fire on. His room smelt different. Had he accidentally washed with something of Grangers the day before. He smelt like her. Like cinnamon and old books.

Shit. Something was moving next to him, and his eyes sprung open to find a curly haired brunette huddle in closer to his body, seeking out the body warmth.

Granger was in his bed. Why was Granger in his bed. He almost gasped. He hadn't! Had he? Had they? No.

He searched his groggy brain trying desperately to remember why she was in his bed. He wasn't used to using his brain that early in the morning, normally he would roll over and go back to sleep.

"Granger." He whispered into her ear causing her to push out of his body space.

"Draco, what time is it?" She said sleepily. Obviously she knew why she was in the bed, she wasn't alarmed at his presence.

"Er, Granger, why are you in my bed?" He asked her.

"I," She began, and in the pale moonlight he saw a blush rise on her cheeks. "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh." He said, growing cold as she hadn't returned to her prior position pressed up against his body.

"Oh? Is this not okay?" She said, clearly growing uncomfortable.

"No, it's okay." He said, his teeth chattering. "Um, we didn't?"

"No. No, we didn't. Just slept, is all." She said, easing his worry. "You're cold."

And suddenly she was back, pressed up against is cold body and without instruction from his own mind his arms wrapped instinctively around her body, his nose pressed into her curls inhaling her scent.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early." Granger said soothingly, lulling him back off to sleep.

Hermione awoke as the sun was rising still in the comforting arms of Draco. She wanted to laugh at the thought of Draco's arms or anything remotely involving the blonde to be comforting. His bed sheets were soft, his pillows like sleeping on a cloud. But nothing topped the feeling of sleeping next to Draco Malfoy. She wanted to laugh again. He life was changing very rapidly, and herself a year ago would have thought that sleeping next to the Slytherin would've been a cruel joke.

She snuggled herself back into him, revelling in the heat that surrounded her. Suddenly she felt something against her backside. Was he…? Hermione had slept in a bed a few times with Ron, when not at the burrow under the watchful eye of Mrs Weasley, and she had done so enough times to know that this happened in the mornings. Ron had talked to her about how he had fantasised about her pleasuring him in the morning as a surprise.

Back then she had chastised him for being so filthy, told him that they hadn't done anything like that before, and it was very unlikely for her to do something like that just out of the blue one day.

But Ron being Ron hadn't taken the hint to stop pestering, and mentioned it as many times and in as many ways he could imagine, causing Hermione to decide to make it her business to make she it never happened. Even if she were curious. Which she was.

She was so curious that she was lying in Draco Malfoy's arms contemplating doing something she'd never done before. Slowly she turned herself around and came face to face with a still sleeping Slytherin. She thanked Merlin he was still sleeping because there would have been no way she would go through with something so out-there if he'd been awake and conscious of her doing so.

She placed her hands on his abdomen and revelled in the silky smooth skin he possessed before lowering them to the waistband of his silk boxers. Green. She rolled her eyes at the colour choice before plunging her hand beneath the band and coming into contact with something so smooth yet so hard at the same time.

She hadn't really known what to expect. She'd seen Ron change a few times briefly, and there had been the time she walked in on Draco but in those instances she hadn't been scrutinising.

Hermione pulled down his boxers with as much ease as she could muster to try and keep him sleeping. He bounced back up, pressing against her hand. She grasp him in her hand and pumped down once, twice and three times the way that she had heard the girls talking about late one night in their dorms two years ago. A strangled noise escaped the blonde that was still sleeping, encouraging her to continue. She practiced with different pressures and durations, gauging his unconscious reactions and with each noise he made she felt herself react.

Not only had the girls in Hermione's dorms talked about using their hands for such a task, but using their mouths as well. Lavander had been the girl amongst the group who had had most experience at this particular act. At the time Hermione was annoyed with that, having guessed that person she had performed this on was Ron, but was happy in this moment that she hadn't tuned her out and had listened with quiet interest.

She moved herself further down the bed, face to face with his cock. She continued to pump it for some time before putting the head slightly in her mouth. Tasting the slight saltiness of it she found it didn't repulse her, like Parvati had said her experience with it had. Perhaps whoever she had done this with wasn't as perfectly hygienic as Draco was.

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind she took him further into her mouth, and then out again. Repeating the process over and over again each time letting him further into her mouth. Suddenly she heard him moan quite loudly causing her to pull him out of her mouth quite abruptly from shock.

"Fuck, Granger, what a way to be woken up." he rasped out, moaning again as he hand brushed passed him as she turned to look at him.

"I-" She began.

"If that's an apology that's about to escape your mouth, i'll hear nothing of it." He said, stroking her cheek. She felt him, still rock hard, pressed against her.

"But I- I took advantage of you. I shouldn't have…" She started before he shushed her with a kiss.

"You know how much I want you. I hope you do, anyway. This was not taking advantage of me, if anything it was unfair on you."

"On me?" She said, quietly.

"Well, here I was getting all of the attention, what about you?"

"I was… Well, you were, erm, hard… and I wanted to do that for you, I didn't even really think about myself. Well, actually I wanted to do that, so I guess I was thinking about myself a little."

"Merlin Granger, even when you're being selfish you're being selfless. You truly are the meaning off all that is good, aren't you." He said, pulling her closer, kissing a trail from her neck to her mouth.

"I,"

"It was such a nice surprise having you in my bed this morning." He said softly.

"Draco, I," She said with embarrassment, hiding her face in his chest.

"What is it? Do you regret being here?" He said, looking crestfallen.

"No not at all." She said, lifting her head to look into his eyes. "It's just, you're still hard. And well, I didn't get to finish because… well, you woke up." her head instinctively finding his chest to hide herself.

"Granger, I assumed that it was a little overwhelming for you, I can hold out."

"So, I wasn't awful then? That's not why you didn't want to continue?" She said, her voice strained causing Draco to let go of a little laugh.

"Of course not. You were wonderful. Best way I've ever woken up in my life." He said, kissing her forehead.

Hermione took this to mean she could continue, letting her hand find him again and begin stroking.

"Granger," he rasped out "I, I want to please you, too."

All she could do to reply was say mmm, and before she knew it she felt his hands at the hem of her sleep shirt before it was pulled over her head, leaving her in just her knickers. Suddenly the reality of what was happening hit her, and she tried to cover herself up.

"My sweet, you have nothing at all to be hiding. You look beautiful, even more stunning than I could have imagined." He said before lowering his mouth to her breast and giving it a small suck, evoking a breathy moan from Hermione, who almost smacked herself in the face for making such a noise.

"You need to relax," coached Draco "concentrate on what you're doing to me, and just feel what I am going to do to you." He said seductively, his voice soothing her into a relaxed enough state to continue her ministrations on him.

Draco spent his time easing Hermione into comfort, moving his mouth back up to her mouth and engaging in a heated kiss that caused her panties to become wet easily. His hands focused on her breasts, which had been touched by two other boys before him. Viktor Krum and Ronald Weasley, but neither boys knew how to evoke the sensations that she was currently feeling.

Little whimpers escaped Hermiones mouth, as if out of her control as Draco moved his hand over her knickers where a line of wetness had appeared. Hermione bucked her hips up towards his hand as it moved, as if trying to get closer and closer to the earth moving feeling. Nothing she had felt before this moment felt anywhere near as good as she felt and wished it would never end.

All too soon it did end as Draco moved his hand away from her. She made a noise between their kisses protesting his absence, still focusing on stroking him but missing the pleasure his hands had been causing her. Suddenly his hand slipped below her knickers and began circling her sweet bundle of nerves, causing her to cry out again.

She was thankful to be in their own private quarters in this moment, if someone else had been within hearing distance she would have been incredibly embarrassed by the noises she had been making. She had never felt such extreme pleasure from something before, and understood why people did this more often. Hermione just hoped that she was doing a good enough job to please Draco, too. Looking up into his face she saw the extreme bliss on his face, mixed with concentration. She smiled, knowing that she must be doing a good job, inspiring her to do one better.

She shuffled around, adjusting herself so that Draco still had access to her clit, so that she was still being pleased, but so that she could also take him into her mouth again.

As she took him in her mouth, she could hear him respond audibly to the sensation of her enveloping him, with his groans and the feeling of a building pressure deep within her she found herself moaning. The vibrations from her moans sending more jolts of pleasure for Draco as she climbed closer and closer to her impending release.

"I," Draco ground out, trying to alert Hermione of what was coming next. "I'm going to-"

Hermione was trying to work out what he was saying just as she found herself coming undone. Draco's cock, which was being supported tightly at the base by Hermione's slender hands, slipped out of her mouth just as she came with a cry of intense pleasure. Hearing her come from his own hand, combined with the last few strokes Hermione could muster he came too.

Hermione was coming down from her high and back to reality as she realised that Draco had come all over her chest and the bed sheets.

"Oh, no!" Hermione said, looking around for her wand to clean up the mess.

"Granger, don't worry. We'll deal with that in a second." He said groggily, reaching for her to pull her close to him kissing her passionately. "How was that?"

"Better than I could have ever imagined." She sighed, cuddling up to him whilst he used a quick spell to clean her and the bedsheets.

"Only you could be that fantastic doing something like that for the first time." He said smirking, kissing her briefly on the forehead and she smiled in return at the compliment.

"Why do you look so happy?" Blaise asked frowning as he knocked another of Draco's chess pieces off the board. "You're losing."

"Hmm?" Draco replied, oblivious to the question. A sharp look from Blaise snapped him back to reality. "It's just nice not having the Weasel and Scar Head around for a few days. It's like a holiday."

"What, so you get Granger to yourself all day?"

"Well, now that you put it like that…" Draco joked. "Nah mate, it's just a nice break from it all. How's things with Loony?"

"Stop trying to change the subject. And don't call her that."

"Fine, Luna." Draco corrected.

"She's fine."

"Well you're in a talkative mood. Blaise, you're killing my good mood."

"So you are in a good mood then. I knew it." He said with a grin. "Tell me about it."

"No." Draco said, moving his piece into check hoping to cause Blaise to be distracted enough to forget their conversation. Draco didn't want to tell Blaise about Granger yet. Not that he was ashamed of her or anything, but that they hadn't had enough time to talk about what it meant to their budding relationship. And whether or not they would let people know that they were dating. If that's what they were doing.

The game went on without much further interruption from talk of girls until Granger herself walked through the door looking windswept.

"Hey," Draco greeted happily.

"Hi, an owl came for me while I was taking a walk outside. It's from Harry I think." Granger said as Draco won the game against Blaise. Draco got up clapped Blaise on the shoulder and walked over to join her in opening the letter.

"What's so interesting about a letter from Potter?"

"Letting us know if he's found anything." Draco said from behind Grangers shoulder. The letter was now out of the envelop and the two of them were reading it as fast as they could uptake the knowledge.

"Anything?" came Blaise from the sofa noticing Draco's face turn paler than usual.

"Just that, er, my father seems to have escaped custody." Draco said, feeling ill noticing that both Blaise and Granger were staring at him now.

"What?" Blaise asked and Draco tried to reply but words failed him.

"Apparently someone came to where they had been holding Lucius whilst he awaited prosecution and have taken him into hiding." Granger said, rubbing Draco's back in comfort. Draco didn't miss the look of intrigue pass over Blaise's face, and knew it had nothing to do with the news he'd just been given.

"Potter thinks I have something to do with it."

"He didn't exactly say that Draco." Granger said softly.

"No, well he may as well have. You know I wouldn't have any part in this, that I wouldn't even know where to begin even if I had wanted it, right?" He asked the occupants in the room, both nodded. "Surely Potter would realise that too. Father doesn't deserve to be dead, but he doesn't exactly deserve freedom either. He ruined my family, and I daresay he ruined many others. He's not a good person, I would never release him upon the world."

"We know." Granger comforted. "Harry is just covering all bases, I'm sure."

"Well, he sure knows how to make me feel good." Draco complained.

"Did the letter say they had gotten anywhere closer to who might be at the bottom of what's happening at Hogwarts?" Blaise asked, directing the conversation elsewhere.

"Not really, only that it is possible that whoever is behind releasing Lucius may have something to do with what's happening here. After all, Lucius would be an asset to whomever it is that is plotting against muggleborns and bloodtraitors." Granger said.

"Blaise, do you mind if maybe we catch up tomorrow. I'm not feeling so great after hearing of Fathers escape."

"Sure. See you mate, see you Granger." Blaise said as he left to two alone.

Once the portrait clicked closed Draco sunk into the nearest chair looking crestfallen.

"Draco, it will be okay." Granger said, moving over to where he was sitting, kneeling down next to his chair.

"Why would anyone want to let him escape. I'm his own son and I would never. Why?"

"You've changed Draco, and I'm thankful for that, but there are many people who still share the same ideals as Voldemort did. We need to stop those people. Your father would have had a better sentencing if he'd never escaped, I'm not sure what will happen to him now."

"I guess if he does anything else, he'll get what's truly coming for him." Draco said sadly. His father was an evil man, he knew, but he was still his father. They sat in silence for a while before a thought occurred to him.

"What if he finds out?"

"What do you mean?" Granger asked.

"If he finds out about us?" Draco said, looking worried.

"Then we deal with that if it happens." said Granger with that Gryffindor confidence he found so frustrating, yet so alluring at the same time.

"You don't understand what he might do if he finds out we're together." Draco said, springing up from his seat and beginning to pace. "And no, I'm not saying this because I'm trying to hide you, or I'm embarrassed to be seen with you. If anything, it should be the other way around. I'm an ex death eater, I'm not a nice guy and you should be embarrassed to be seen with me. I want to kiss you in public, maybe even hold you hand. Or not, I'm not sure how I feel on hand holding. Regardless, I want to be able to tell people that you're my girlfriend. Fuck them all. But Granger, we should be afraid of what my Father can do, if he's with the right people."

"I'm your girlfriend?" Granger asked with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't know." Draco said, realising he had called her that. They hadn't discussed this yet, he might have overstepped. But before he could say anything else she sprung up and wrapped her arms around him in a heated kiss. After a few moments they broke away, breathless.

"Yep, you're my girlfriend. Now let's do that again." Draco said, smirking.

"Draco," Granger warned. "Now, if your father poses that much of a threat, I will be extra alert for anything that seems out of the ordinary. But if you want to be open with people about us, we can. I had just assumed that it was something you wouldn't want to be open about yet."

"Well, I don't really mind either way." He said indifferently, trying to hide the small smile on his face. He couldn't believe that she was his.

"I'm a little bit wary on letting Harry and Ron know yet, so maybe we'll just hold off for a little while longer. You think your father would be bad, an angry Weasley is worse. Trust me. When you come to dinner at the Weasleys you'll see what Molly is like when she's mad. The boys are always riling her up. It's a scary sight." Granger was blabbing on but Draco just stood there with his jaw to the ground.

"You think that I will come to the Weasleys? Really?" He said.

"Of course. They're my family and you'll attend dinner if we get serious."

"We will see about that, it will take a lot of convincing." Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know I think you'd like them if you gave them a chance."

"What do you have for question fifteen?" Draco asked, looking up from his parchment at the table.

"I'm not going to just give you the answer Draco." Hermione warned.

"Please? I can't concentrate and this is due Monday."

"Why don't we give it a break then." Hermione offered.

"You just don't have the answer for question fifteen, that's it, isn't it?" Draco teased, playfully reaching for her parchment.

"No, that's not it at all." She said, putting it away in her folder. "I'm done for the night now, anyway. Would you like a drink?"

"Tea, please."

Hermione went on about making two cups of tea and humming whilst Draco sat fidgeting at the table.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Just thinking about Father."

"Oh?"

"And Mother. I wonder if he's tried to contact her. I know she wont help him with anything, but they were married. Shouldn't he love her? Did he ever love her?"

"I'm sure he loved her once." Hermione offered.

"I'm not convinced. He wasn't really a loving man. He was never nice to Mother, yet she still stood up for him most of the time."

"Well, that's love I guess." Hermione said, returning to the table with two cups of tea.

"I hope I never turn out like him." Draco said darkly.

"You won't." Hermione reassured confidently. "All this talk about love… you're not trying to say something, are you?"

"Oh, what? No. Merlin, no. You're wonderful but not yet. I don't think I'd know love if it hit me in the face. I'm sorry Granger, but not yet." Draco said quickly.

"No, that's not what I meant. That's good. We're still getting to know each other, love is a big thing and we're not there yet. I was frightened you were going to tell me you loved me."

"You don't take me as a girl to be frightened of much of anything, let alone love." Draco commented.

"Well, Ron was quick to say it. And I do love him, but not like that. I guess it's a heavy loaded feeling, it's scary to think someone feels that way about you. Scarier I imagine feeling that way."

"Yeah. I don't know. I think to love someone and to be loved would be an amazing feeling. I think Mother is the only person who loves me. And she's my mother. You'd think that that would be unconditional, but I think Father proves that love of a parent is not unconditional."

"I'm sure he loved you in his own way, Draco."

"Maybe as a pawn in his life plan." He said,shrugging but she could see the hurt beneath his eyes.

"Well I care about you Draco, and I know other people do as well. One day I might be stupid enough to even love you."

"I don't think love is stupid Granger, you'll change your mind one day I'm sure."

Hermione got up from her seat and walked around the table to where Draco was sitting. She took his hand in hers and lifted him up so they were both standing.

"I'm sure if anyone can convince me it would be you." She said softly, embracing him in a hug.

"Yes, I'm a marvellous influence on you." He said sarcastically with a grin.

"You are, actually. I'm less reserved when you're around, less in my own head." She said still embracing him, just soaking up the happiness that he evoked in her. "Could I sleep in your bed again tonight?"

"Of course, my lady." he said bowing slightly to her before taking her hand in his and leading her to the bedroom.

"Just so you know, I mean just to sleep." She said hurriedly, worried that he thought she meant that they were going to go further.

"Of course, my lady, I have only honourable intentions." He said giving her a wink and smirking, causing her to giggle.

"Truly though, as amazing as this morning was I am exhausted."

"As you wish." He said, as he opened up the door and allowed her to enter first.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter and it wasn't a disappointment. I was getting a bit sick in one of my last updates and since then I got the full blown flu so I was down and out for a little while, so sorry for the delay. And today was a really horrible day because one of my cats died. She was my baby and so I've been feeling a little down so writing was my way of cheering myself up. It feels like I've lost one of my best friends. I hope this chapter is okay, because it was a good way of distracting myself. Hope you like it, let me know what you think!