okay, super quick, here it is! as promised :) had a long weekend at the cabin, lots of writing and reading done. zero internet or cell service, it was lovely :)
quick thank you to whoever that anon was who left a comment about how only seventh years can be heads, you are 100% right, details do make the story and i can't believe i was stupid enough to look over such a huge detail! I greatly appreciate that, can't believe that stupid stupid mistake on my part. I will fix it as soon as i can, but for now i just want to get this story going :P i take long enough to update as it is!
hope all is well! xox-Brooklyn

Draco woke feeling wonderful. He hadn't had a decent sleep in ages, but he slept soundly and comfortably the whole night through, and woke feeling rested and content. He released a low growl as he flexed his muscles, stretching out every limb, enjoying the feel of the nearly orgasmic stretch.

He reached his arms so they spread across the bed, and then he noticed. Something wasn't right. He turned to his right and saw nothing but his ruffled blankets and sheets beneath his outstretched arms. Hermione was gone.

Draco's eyebrows moved together in confusion and before he could think, his legs were flung over the side of the bed and taking quick strides out his bedroom door. His feet thumped across the hard cold floor and within milliseconds he was at her door. He hammered hard on the door five times. There was no answer. He tried again, but this time he leaned his head against the door and heard the creeks of floorboards and a drawer being closed slowly as if not to be heard. He straightened quickly and glared at the door with frustration. His nostrils flared and he punched the door harshly.

"Granger, I know you're in there!" he shouted. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't she there when he woke, and why was she hiding now?

"Go away please!" he heard a cracking voice call back. He was taken back; he thought he was the one supposed to be pushing her away. It appeared they had switched roles and he did not like it. He reached for the doorknob but her quick high voice stopped his hands nearly an inch from the knob. "It's charmed! If you touch it, you will be instantly zapped with a sort of limb lock" Draco doubted her threat for a moment, but the vibration of a violent hex hummed off the doorknob and he could faintly feel it on the tips of his fingers.

"Fine" he hissed between his teeth. "Fine, Granger, you want to hide away, go right a-fucking- head, see if I give a damn!" he shouted turning on his heel and storming off back to his room, slamming the door hard behind him.

He paced for a few minutes in his room, willing himself not to lose his temper, but he felt it bubbling inside him. Pointless rage only pointed at the fact that he couldn't get what he wanted.

He stopped pacing and considered his thoughts.

"What I want?" he mumbled to himself, scanning over his careless thoughts. Then snarling at the ugly truth, pushing it far back in his mind "well I don't want her" he growled, angrily lashing his arm across his bedside table without thought, grabbing the drawer and sending it crashing across with ground, dangerously loudly. He stood for a moment while he watched the various random objects clutter across the floor, without a movement. Then once his temper cooled, he bent to pick up the mess.

Draco lift a small handkerchief, which had fallen from the drawer when a faint clang caught his attention. He looked down and saw something he hadn't ever seen before and his curiosity tugged wildly. Throwing the cloth aside, he reached down and gently lift the object to his face. It was a ring, a beautiful red and green ring that shinned brilliantly.

He studied the ring curiously, he was confused. Where had it come from? Then it dawned on him. Probably that stupid granger's cheap jewelry, He thought, grimacing at the object. He contemplated chucking it across the room, allowing it to get lost amongst the cracks and dust, when something else caught his eye, something engraved on the inside of the band. He lift it to the light so he could see the words and his mouth gapped with confusion.

Love is stronger than hatred. D+H

Hermione wasn't a hundred percent sure exactly to why she left in the night. She had been having a lovely time, simply lying there in his warm arms, finally feeling safe and content for what seemed like an eternity, but there was that thought. That memory of them lying together blissfully under sheets, carefree, happy faces, and naked too. Upon having the thought she lied for minutes in his arms, shocked and confused. Finally when she felt his breaths and body relax, she moved slowly from his tight grasp and slithered her way off the bed, tip toeing to the door, turning once to see him stir and absently reach for her, then sleepily giving up and turning on his side.

Once back at her room, she sat herself on the edge of her bed.

What was going on? She was so confused, and it bothered her immensely how this thought had occurred and being highly intellectual she couldn't simply figure out it's meaning. She was trying to convince herself it was simply a hormonal private thought, she was a teenager after all, lying in the arms of a teenage boy who made her feelings wonder and honestly, as much as she hated to admit, her body stir with want and curiosity. But something in the pit of her gut turned when she tried to convince herself of this and her brain ached like she had forgotten an important essay due that day, it told her it was not a thought, definitely a memory. No matter how hard she tried to find a more logical answer, her stomach and head would pound harder as if screaming at her to accept the truth.

But how could that be? She certainly didn't remember such an encounter. That was the first time they slept together, and even then it only lasted about ten minutes and there was certainly no nudity involved.

She shook her head violently, she was simply overtired. Maybe this would all make sense in the morning. She crawled under the sheets and made herself comfortable between the blankets and pillows, but no matter how still she lay or how cozy she made herself, her brain wouldn't shut up. It was swimming with thoughts, all of which clouded with the mysterious boy only one room away.

She hated how he made her feel, absolutely hated it. One moment she despised him, only seeing the horrible pathetic excuse for a human that had bullied her for years, making her and her friend's lives absolute hell. But then there were times like last night where she wanted to be with him. Where she saw a glimpse of someone much more human than how he appeared, someone who lived with actual feelings and consideration for others. She only received glimpses of those times, but it was so lovely when it happened. And again there was that tugging at almost every part in her body. Her head, stomach, heart, then of course that teenage tugging at her more private areas causing her to blush wildly, telling her there was more to him, she just needed to look closer…

She didn't find him evil any more. No, if anything he had softened, become more welcoming and kind to her. No drastic change was there, but there was still a change, that's all that really mattered. He may threaten her and push her to the edge, but she knew they were meaningless words. Yes they had recently fought violently and she had then been frightened he would hurt her, but considering how it ended…

She shook away the memory that caused her body to tremble. She wanted him. She couldn't fight it any more. She wasn't sure if he wanted her back, but it made no difference. She fancied him, and knowing that made her angry and happy at the same time. What was to happen now?

She turned her head to glance at the clock placed on her bedside table, 4 am. Her eyes widened, it was that early already? Not that it made much of a difference, it was 4 am on Saturday and even though she was one for getting a good long night's sleep, her brain wouldn't allow herself any slumber, so she decide she would just stay awake and have to go to sleep extra early the next night.

She groaned at the thought, knowing in a few hours she would have to meet with her friends. Her mind hadn't finished tormenting her yet and it drifted back to poisonous thoughts of the mind-poisoning boy.

I wonder what he's doing right now, if he's still sleeping… she thought, when a quick flash of him when he'd opened the door polluted her mind. He looked absolutely stunning. Shirtless, baggy pants, his wonderful, not too large, not too small, upper body muscles relaxed and hard. Her mind drifted down the image of him to his legs and a dangerous voice in the back of her mind questioned what he was hiding under those baggy pants. Her eyes widened at her own thoughts, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment again.

Why am I embarrassed she questioned it's perfectly natural to think of this sort of thing… no one can see me. She looked around the room just to be sure, though she knew it was foolish to think someone was there.

Another dangerous thought punctured her mind when she remembered the kiss. What if she hadn't pushed him away? What would have happened? Would he have stopped it? Would she have allowed it to go further? And how far exactly? She remembered her heated dream with him, only bits remained, but she remembered, and it caused her woman hood to tremble. She released a small whimper at the strange but glorious feeling.

Without thought, she barely noticed her hand slipping under the covers, down the sides of body and stopping at the hem of her nightdress. She recalled the dream again, throwing in her own little heated moments as her hand moved under her dress to her panties, then slithering her way under. A shiver rolled up her body when her cold hand grazed the sensitive heat. She bit her lip as she placed her fingers just outside her entrance and subconsciously began to move them. First gently, then more thoughts of a naked and muscular Draco polluted her mind and her movements grew more forceful and needing.

Her breath quickened and she could feel small dabs of sweat beginning to form in all different spots of her body. Rushes of bliss spread out and she moaned quietly, closing her eyes and enjoying the power of her imagination. Her pace quickened along with her breaths and her mouth clenched as the mixture of pleasure and complete need filled her body. Her chest heaved and soft whimpers escaped the back of her throat as she arched slightly off the bed.

Imaginary Draco held her tight, trailing kisses all over her body, then hovering over her, body grazing her slightly as he rocked back and forth, growing faster and harder. He moaned and sweet sweat made his body glisten wonderfully and Hermione nearly screamed with pleasure.

Suddenly there was a creak in the floorboards and Hermione's eyes shot open. Her world came crashing down to her and she sat up quickly, looking wildly around the room.

She recalled overhearing a conversation between Parvati and Lavender during transfiguration class. They had been discussing attractive boys at the school and… well what they would do with said boys. Hermione had felt extremely uncomfortable at the time and attempted to concentrate on her assignment, but amazingly found herself intrigued. One of the girls had commented how one of the Ravenclaw boy's they'd never met made her, as lavender put it, "insanely wet" Hermione's eyes bulged and she felt her whole body go rigid and uncomfortable, they're conversation then took a turn for the worst and veered straight towards purely sexual talk. The bell had come finally and Hermione couldn't recall ever fleeing a class so quickly. She couldn't believe the things those girl's were saying. She had never considered some of those things, well some possibly, but never had she… touched herself. And she didn't see how they could so easily speak about it with their friends. Then not a week later, Ginny struck up a conversation on the same topic, shocked when Hermione didn't want to partake and admitted she didn't often have those thoughts and never touched herself in that way. Ginny was baffled, but agreed to not bring it up again if it made her uncomfortable.

Obviously that was no longer the case, it was all his fault. The one who clouded her imagination with these thoughts. That's when she realized exactly just what happened and who with.

Oh god she thought, panting heavily, oh my god what did I just do. Her mind was a cloudy mess and she couldn't think straight. Another creak. She lunged for her wand and cast a quick locking charm on both her bedroom and bathroom door.

Not good enough she thought, pushing away other thoughts best she could and trying to remember a proper hex. She remembered finally and shot her hand forward, nearly shouting the spell, her whole body shaking. She heard a door open and her heart quickened pace.

"Blaise!" a feminine voice called. Blaise looked up from the book he'd been reading just as Pansy entered the Slytherin common room, a torn envelope in hand, she seemed troubled and in a rush.

"Pansy?" the boy questioned watching as she scanned the room. She strode quickly to the couch where he sat, but stopped to look on the only other people in the room, two fifth year boys and one fourth year girl.

"Hey!" she shouted at the group. They looked over startled and she snarled. "Yes, you. Get out!" the younger students all looked at each other then back at the enraged girl. "NOW!" she shouted, raising her hands threateningly. The kids fled quickly from the room and out the dungeon door.

"Uh, hi?" said Blaise once they'd left and Pansy took a seat next to him on the couch. She didn't say anything, only shoved the envelope from her hand into his. Blaise looked at the letter, then to her. She stared blankly back at him.

"Open it" she said simply. He moved his eyes back to the letter and slowly pulled it from the torn envelope.

Children,

Report to the three broomsticks at exactly six o'clock tonight.

Blaise knit his eyebrows together, "is there more?" he asked turning to the girl beside him. She shook her head. "Who's it from?" he asked, not seeing how this letter was so important.

"An owl brought it to me" she began "it had a very obvious crest hanging from its neck. It was an M," she said simply.

"Are you saying this is from Lucius?" he questioned quietly, not needing for any other students to know they were in contact with a wanted man. However meeting in Hogsmeade wasn't necessarily staying in the shadows, Blaise considered, thinking how daft it was of the man do be so careless.

"Yes, it is. I don't think he's happy-" Pansy began.

"Is he ever?" Blaise questioned. The two shared a nervous glance, it was never much fun when you were told to meet with a Malfoy

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a preview for next chapter eh? hmm..

well... let's just say Harry hasn't had much interaction with Blaise now has he?
and we must not forget Blaise knows quite a few secrets..

ooo what is she talking about? ooo i don't know! ooo idefk what i'm doing right now ooo.
kay. it's late. gotta get up early for choir.
byebye!