Hello lovelies! Sorry for the short update, and the lack of them for a while. I've been dealing with a LOT of stuff in my head (nothing you kiddies probably care about) and haven't had the time or energy or sobriety to update. For the reviewer who said that the last chapter wasn't very graphic for an 'M' rating- you're completely right and DON'T YOU WORRY, KIDDO, you'll have your porn in the next few chapters. This is slightly more inappropriate than last chapter, but nowhere near an M rating. I promise you I will earn that rating by the end of the story. AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, I WILL NOT LET YOU PEOPLE DOWN.

...I'm sorry... -sniff- I must have something in my eye.

Draco groaned and stretched, his limbs stiff from sleep. He and Hermione had class today, but he wasn't eager to get going. He turned over and wrapped his arms around the girl next to him, pulling her into his body. It woke her, and she turned over to face him, keeping the sheets up to cover her naked body. She yawned and stretched, then pulled herself into a little ball.

"Oh, god," she said sleepily, covering her face with her hands. She separated her fingers a little and peeked through. When she saw Draco still there next to her, she closed her eyes and buried her face into the pillow. "Oh, god," she said again.

"What, am I less pretty in the morning?" he asked cheerily. Hermione pulled the sheets up over her shoulder and hugged a stray pillow, hiding herself behind it. She looked at him, his shoulders and arms strong and alluring. She pushed her face into the pillow and moved further down the bed.

"Nope," he heard her muffled voice say. "Still pretty."

"Then why are you trying to run away?" he laughed. She had burrowed down so that the blankets now completely covered her head.

"I'm insecure, leave me alone," she whined. She popped her head out and lay it against his chest. "We have class today," she said flatly.

"Yes we do," he agreed. Hermione didn't move, eager to keep things exactly as they were. "So... we're together then?" he asked.

"Is that what you want?" She didn't want to be the first to say it. To go out on that limb, only to be disappointed. She had taken enough risk sleeping with him, really sleeping with him, to only realized she had been used again.

"That's definitely what I want," he replied, moving so he could kiss her. His lips felt soft and warm, and she felt comforted by his confidence.

"Me too," she whispered. "Should we still act as friends around other people? Blaise will know by now that you left your family. Maybe we shouldn't provoke him now that he has no one to fear by hurting you-"

"Let him try," he said. She had a feeling that this had something to do with 'being a man' and all that so she didn't try to argue. But she most certainly didn't like his willingness to put himself in harm's way. Then again, what would she do in his shoes? She hugged him tightly around the middle and kissed his chest quickly before getting up to get dressed. "So we're doing this?" he said, amused, as he pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs. Hermione laughed lightly.

"I guess so," she replied. She stood in their sheet, pulling pieces of clothing out of her closet and drawers.

"You always take so long to get dressed," he said from the bathroom while brushing his teeth. She rolled her eyes.

"You should talk, you're only in your underwear." She put her toothbrush in her mouth then continued, "You know I have to plan my outfit."

"It's a school uniform, what's there to plan?" Draco spit into the sink. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times then gave up, deciding that messy was good enough.

"I have to allow to weather change from morning to afternoon, what I wore yesterday, and if I have a more hands-on class like Care of Magical Creatures, I can't wear a skirt, and-"

"I get it," Draco interrupted. She passed him into the bathroom to rinse out her mouth, sheet trailing behind her. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, just watching her. When she tried to slip past him to get dressed, he blocked the way. She didn't ask him to move because he was looking at her too intensely for interruption. His hand gripped the back of her neck and he pulled her up into a slow kiss. She felt as though her eyes rolled back in her head she was so absorbed by his lips. She could feel him pulling softly at the fabric that clung to her body and she made no move to stop him. A cold feeling rushed down her body at the new exposure and as she shivered, Draco pulled her close to him and the heat his body gave off.

Her leg, seemingly of it's own accord, traveled up to wrap around his. Draco's hand gripped it just above the knee and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. He sat her on the dresser and she could feel him growing hard against her. "Draco, wait," Hermione said, breaking their kiss. "We have class."

"In an hour," he said, kissing her lips again.

"We'll miss breakfast," she pleaded.

"I can wait till lunch," he confessed breathily. But she pushed him away. She was going to say something, a small smile escaping across her lips, but she had lost her train of thought. There were only a few inches between them, and she didn't even realize she was naked. "What?" he asked, breathing harder than usual. The breathing contracted his muscles and the sound of it was amazing. He was trying very hard to not look down at her body, and it was extremely difficult to just stand there and not touch her. She ran her hand down his chest and a sensation of heat ran through her.

She gently hooked her ankle around his leg, pulling him towards her. Hermione took his hand in hers. "Nevermind," dropped from her lips, but before the word could hit the ground they were connected again. He kissed her hard and felt the curve of her thigh; she wondered why he had bothered putting on underwear. She was on fire as she tugged at his hair. Her stomach filled with butterflies every time he touched her. She clung to his neck as they moved against each other, soft moans escaping them. "Faster," Hermione moaned. She leaned back in pleasure, and the sight of her body arched against the wall just made Draco move faster and harder. He ran his hand down her torso, feeling the curve of her arched body. It didn't take long for the throws to reach their peak. Hermione's grip held tight to Draco, her fingers twisted in his hair. A gutteral sound echoed in his throat as he reached his climax. He sighed into her neck as he finished then kissed her lightly on her collarbone.

Hermione checked the clock over his shoulder and squealed. They rushed to pull on their clothes and ran down to breakfast, managing to catch some toast before everyone started moving towards class.

"Where were you?" asked Ron. Hermione blushed slightly before mumbling incoherent words of dismissal. The boys' eyes narrowed, but they didn't push the issue.

"Ready?" Draco was at the Gryffindor table, shirt untucked and bread hanging from his mouth. Hermione nodded and shyly stood up, waving a quick goodbye to her friends.

"See you at lunch," she said. Draco saw she was being timid and poked her in the side. She squeaked but smiled; she was ticklish. "Stop," she whined, swatting his hand away. He did it again and she laughed aloud. "Stop!"

By now the couple had entered the hallway amongst the hundred other students heading to class. Their classmates stared; only weeks ago Draco and Hermione had shocked the school by declaring their friendship. Now they were… flirting? Slytherins sneered and Gryffindors grimaced as they laughed loudly together, all the tension of their open friendship disappeared.

The two students' first class of the day was Transfiguration. Today, the lesson was to transform a simple wooden broom into a pair of metal tongs. "Because this is going to be useful," Draco

said sarcastically.

"You never know," said Hermione, ever the defender of her education. They were practicing in pairs now, and Hermione's broom had shortened and turned metallic. Draco's had turned into tongs no problem, but still maintained its giant size. Draco took them and began snapping them at his girlfriend, making her laugh amongst the noise of the crowded classroom.
When the class had turned its attention back to Professor McGonagall, Draco grabbed onto Hermione's hand under their table. She blushed again and didn't notice Pansy Parkinson open her mouth wide at the sight.