CHAPTER 4~
Later that day, Hermione and Draco awoke in each other's arms. The sun was still shining through the window. They smiled at each other and kissed quickly.
"We're gunna be in deep shit tomorrow, you know that?" Hermione said with a slight grin.
Draco shrugged. "At least we had an enjoyable first day back."
"Yeah, but what about all that work we missed? The rest of the week sure won't be as enjoyable with all that work we have to make up."
"You worry too much. Last time I checked, you and I had top marks in our year. It'll be easy to make it all up. Anyway, I'm sure that this year will be easier than last since we don't have to take O.W.L.s. They're not gunna bombard us with all that work like they did last year."
Draco's eagle owl flew in through the window and perched himself on the bedside table. It stuck out its leg and ruffled its feathers importantly. He had obviously been trained very well.
Draco untied the letter from Demon's leg and opened the scroll of parchment.
Draco,
I am glad to hear that Granger is in fact a half-blood. I should have known that with a brain like hers she couldn't possibly be a Mudblood. It is also good to hear that a smart girl such as she is heir to Godric Gryffindor. Although you never stated it, I presume that she too is working for the Dark Lord. I'm sure that he will be very pleased to hear that you will be delivering Potter to him. Your mother says that she will be delighted to have you both home for Christmas. See you then.
Lucius
Draco smirked evilly as he handed the parchment over to Hermione so she could read it. Everything was in order. Now that Lucius knew that Hermione was in fact a half-blood, he didn't have the slightest problem with her. Only a few more months and Harry Potter would no longer be a problem to the wizarding world.
"I like this," Hermione said. "Apparently your father no longer has anything against me. This will definitely benefit us later on."
Draco nodded. "I knew he'd be okay with it as long as he knew that you have some magical blood in you. Plus, I think telling him that you're also the heir of Godric Gryffindor forced him to like you seeing as you are my future wife. We wouldn't want any feuding in the family now, would we?"
"Of course not! Family feuds are never any fun. They can last for years and years, and half the time no one even remembers what they were fighting about in the first place. It's ridiculous really."
"I take it you've had some experience with them?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. My father and his brothers haven't talked in ten, maybe fifteen years even. When I asked him why they were fighting he said he couldn't even remember. All he knew was that it was pointless from the start."
"That must suck." He kissed her gently then said, "Wanna go get some food? I am so damn hungry."
"What time is it? I don't wanna just stroll into the Great Hall half way through dinner and have everyone ask where we've been all day. That would be just slightly hard to explain."
Draco glanced at his watch quickly. "Well that's about what would happen if we went down there now. Got any other ideas? I need food."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "As a matter of fact I do have an idea. Just answer me one thing. What is it with guys and eating anyway? Every other second you're hungry. I don't get it."
"I missed lunch," he stated simply. "But to answer your question," he added seeing the look she shot at him, "we are growing into strong adults who need to support their families."
Hermione laughed. "That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life! You know what I think it is? I think it's a mutant gene in all men that causes them to always eat more than they really need."
"Oh yeah? Well what if I was telling the truth? Wouldn't you feel all dumb then?"
"No!" she snorted. "'Cause you're not telling the truth. You just pulled that stuff off the top of your head so you could please me."
"Yeah, you're right. Your guess is probably better than mine anyway. Now what is your bright idea for getting me some food?"
"Oh right! The topic of this conversation. We can go to the kitchens. The house elves are always more than happy to give us food. I'll show you how to get there."
Draco looked surprised. He hadn't known that there was an entrance to the kitchens and that the house elves actually welcomed the students. At home, he was taught that all house elves were inferior and were meant to serve humans and not to be seen. He still believed that and treated house elves like his father did.
"You know where the kitchens are?" he asked while gathering his clothes off the floor.
"Yeah. I've been down plenty of times. Now hurry up and get dressed or someone will see us going down there."
"All right."
They finished dressing quickly. Hermione led Draco through numerous corridors that led to the kitchens. When they stopped in front of the picture of the bowl of fruit, he looked at her curiously.
"Why are we stopped?" he asked.
"Shh. You'll see. Don't be so impatient." She reached her hand up and tickled the pear. A door suddenly appeared before them. She gave him a smug look as she tugged on the handle.
They stepped over the threshold into the kitchen and were greeted by dozens of house elves.
Dobby, as usual, was at the head of the pack, but stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy. "Miss Hermione, why is you bringing him here?"
"Oh, Dobby, this is my boyfriend, Draco Mal-foy." It suddenly hit her. Draco had been Dobby's master before he was employed at Hogwarts. "Oh damn."
Draco looked down at the elf and saw that it was indeed that same elf that had worked at the Malfoy Manor for years.
There was a long period of silence. They all just looked around at each other not really sure of what to do.
After a long while, Dobby asked, "Is there anything Dobby can get for you?"
Hermione looked over at Draco, who shifted uncomfortably. "Can we just have some pastries to bring up to the common room?" Hermione replied.
Dobby ran off into the back and returned seconds later. "Here you are, miss. Come visit Dobby anytime."
When Hermione bent down to retrieve the box from her small elf friend, she whispered, "I'm terribly sorry."
"No worries, miss," Dobby said with a big smile.
She smiled a little. "Thanks a bunch, Dobby."
Draco stepped out first followed closely by Hermione. His strides were long and she had to struggle to keep up.
"Draco," she stared, "I-I guess I just forgot. I'm really sorry."
He didn't say anything, just continued to walk as if he hadn't heard her. He didn't know why he was so upset to see the elf again. Maybe it was because it was Harry Potter who had set him free or maybe it was because his girlfriend had befriended him and could converse with him. He truthfully didn't know. All he knew was that all of a sudden he lost his appetite.
"Draco, please listen to me!" Hermione begged as they stepped into the common room. She threw the pastries onto a near-by table and grabbed his arm.
He looked down at her. Anger was apparent in his eyes. She was scared of him. Her heart plummeted as she let go and backed away toward the door. She sank back into a chair and started crying.
"I'm sorry!" she said between sobs. She couldn't bear to look up at him. It looked as if he wanted to kill her. Never in her life had she been so scared. "I'm sorry," she said again more quietly.
Draco watched her. It wasn't her fault. She shouldn't be apologizing to him. His eyes softened again as he took a few steps closer to her. He knew his actions had hurt her, and he deeply regretted it.
He sat on the edge of the chair she was in and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into his chest, still mumbling that she was sorry over and over again.
"Hermione," he whispered soothingly. "It's not your fault. Don't be sorry. I was being a jackass. It just came as a shock to see my former house elf working here. I shouldn't have gotten so upset." He wiped her tears from her cheeks with his thumb and leaned down a little to capture her lips in his.
They were unfortunately interrupted when Justin and Lisa walked in.
Draco looked up at his fellow prefects. "You two always know just the right time to show up, don't you? It never fails."
"Sorry about that," Justin mumbled. "Where were you guys today though? I should've had classes with both of you, but neither of you were there."
Hermione and Draco looked at each other. "Well, uh, you see after Potions, Draco and I had some uh business to attend to and uh it took up the greater part of the day. Speaking of which, did you, by any chance, happen to pick up the work we missed?" Hermione said quickly.
Lisa looked at them skeptically as she pulled a large stack of papers out of her bag. "Yes, we did pick it up. Here it is."
"Thank you," Hermione said, taking the stack of papers.
Draco stood and grabbed the box of pastries off the table. "Hermione, we should really get upstairs and uh start on these." He looked at the box in a suggestive manner. Hermione stood and followed him up the stairs. Once they were in the confines of Draco's room, they started on the pastries, which were delicious.
Hermione pulled the stack of papers in front of her as she ate and began shuffling through them. She still hated to fall behind when it came to schoolwork.
"Hermione, can't you do those on the weekend when I do mine?" Draco said in a mock whiney voice. "Please don't do them now."
"I have to start working on them, Draco. We're just gunna get more work this week and fall even farther behind. We might as well get these done now. Then we'll have the weekend to do.anything you want." She cocked an eyebrow suggestively.
"Anything? You're not gunna stop me?"
"I will let you do anything. As long as we get started on this tonight."
He sighed. "All right. I guess you're not leaving me with much of a choice here." He slid across the bed so he was right next to her, and they started on the work they received that day.
~
The week went by fairly quick. As Hermione predicted, they did get more work piled up on them, but it wasn't so much as to make Hermione and Draco fall behind.
Draco continued his campaign to befriend Potter and Weasley, who were actually buying the act, as Draco was very convincing.
Draco was sitting at his desk on Friday night working on his Transfiguration essay for Professor McGonagall. He had his glasses on and was running his fingers through his hair trying to remember what McGonagall had said in class that day.
He heard his door creep open and he whipped off his glasses and shoved them in one of the drawers. Turning in his chair, he saw the faint outline of Hermione and pulled them out again with a relieved sigh.
Hermione walked over to him and sat on his lap. Draco felt a tingling sensation in his stomach that he had never felt before. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it. His eyes fluttered closed as Hermione began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.
He moaned softly. "Mm Hermione. As much as I'd like to do this right now, I really have to finish my essay for McGonagall."
"I'll let you copy mine." She looked down at the sheet of parchment, which only had a few lines written on it. "It doesn't look like you've gotten too far anyway."
"No, I don't wanna cheat. Let me just finish it? I thought we were gunna do this tomorrow?"
Hermione whimpered. "Please, Draco? I need you now."
"It's only a few more hours," he pointed out.
"So can't you do your essay on Sunday?"
"Hermione, I really need to do it now. Tomorrow we'll spend all day in here, I promise. If I wait any longer to do my essay, I'll forget everything. I'm already having trouble with it as it is."
She nodded. "All right. I'll see you in the morning then."
"I'll go to your room as soon as I'm finished, okay?"
"Okay."
He kissed her quickly. "I love you."
"I love you too." She stood then walked over to her dorm. With one backward glance, she left and closed the door behind her.
Draco watched her with a sad look in his eyes. He hated to see that melancholy expression on her face. He didn't like denying her either, but he knew that if he didn't finish the essay it would be itching at the back of his mind the next day, and he didn't want that while he was with Hermione.
Two hours later, he finished writing and tucked the parchment carefully into his bag. He put on green pajama pants and a black t-shirt then headed to Hermione's room. Her candles were out and she appeared to be asleep. He carefully climbed next to her and placed his hand on her cheek.
"I was wondering when you'd finish," she said as she put her hand over his.
"I told you I was having trouble. It took me two and a half hours, and it's not very long."
Hermione smirked a little. "I told you to copy mine, but you have to be so damn stubborn." She opened her eyes a little to look at him. His eyes were looking back down at her and his face was illumined by the moonlight.
"Yes I do."
"I'm going to sleep," she mumbled. "We'll have fun tomorrow."
It was Draco's turn to smirk. "Yes we will. Anything goes?"
"Pretty much?" she yawned. "'Night, Draco."
"'Night." He kissed her lips softly before wrapping his arms around her and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
~
The next morning Draco awoke to a pair of amber eyes watching him. A small smile appeared on his thin lips. "You watching me sleep?"
"What if I am?"
He shrugged. "It wouldn't bother me in the least. I'm just curious."
"You look so innocent when you're asleep. Not like when you're awake."
"If you have a problem with me being awake, let me know, and I'll go right back to sleep." He smirked at her.
"I never said that. You might look adorable, but there's really no way I can have an intellectual conversation with a sleeping person."
Draco narrowed his eyes in thought. "You can't really have an intelligent conversation with me anyway, so I don't see much of a difference. 'Night, 'night." He closed his eyes again and pretended to fall back asleep.
Hermione smacked him across the head, which made his eyes snap open immediately. "What happened to you doing anything you wanted with me today?"
"Oh, well I just decided that I would like to sleep today. You know, just relax and enjoy the serenity of slumber."
Hermione sat up and stretched to make it look like she would be departing. "Well then, I guess if you're sure, I'll go take a nice warm bath and find some random guy to screw, since I happen to be incredibly horny."
Draco smirked again. "Well I've got my day planned out, and it seems you've thought of what you'd like to do today, so I'll see you later then."
Hermione frowned as he closed his eyes once again. That was not the response she had been hoping to get from him. Instead of heading out the door, she crawled back into her bed. She slid her hands under his shirt and ran her hands up his chest. Draco opened his eyes again. "Mm I thought you were taking a bath then screwing some random guy?"
"The bath can wait 'til later, and you seem random enough." She left her right hand on his chest while her left hand slid under his pants and boxers and stroked him.
A moan of pleasure escaped his lips as she crawled on top of him and kissed him tantalizingly slowly. Draco pulled away from her slightly. "Hmm if I remember correctly, I believe that you said that today we do whatever I want, not whatever you want."
"But all you wanna do is sleep and leave me here to be all horny," she whined.
He then flipped her so that she was pinned beneath him on the bed. "Is that what you think? 'Cause there's a voice inside my head telling me that I really don't wanna sleep at this particular moment."
His sudden movements startled Hermione. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly, but she recovered with a smirk. "Well, what else would you like to do at this hour?"
He leaned down to kiss her, sliding his hands under her shirt and over her smooth skin. Hermione moaned into his mouth as he gently massaged her breasts. Suddenly, he broke away from her. "How 'bout I join you in that bath?" he suggested raising an eyebrow.
"Now?" she whined.
Draco smirked. "I like to see you all hot and bothered. It's so adorable."
Hermione pouted. "Can we please just take a bath after?"
It was her eyes that got him. They were wide and loving, and she was pleading for him. "All right." He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor then swooped down and captured her lips again. Within minutes, they had shed each other of their clothing, and Draco had entered her. Their bodies moved in rhythm with every thrust that brought them closer to their peak. Hermione's eyes were shut, and she threw her head back onto the pillow as she arched her back into him. Draco knew he couldn't hold on much longer, and began to quicken the pace. This sent Hermione over the edge. She screamed out Draco's name as she felt an explosion inside her. With a few final thrusts, Draco let out a loud groan, and collapsed, sweaty and panting on top of Hermione.
He was shivering. Hermione held him close and pulled some blankets around them. She ran her hands threw his damp hair to push it off his forehead. He kept his hands upon her hips and rubbed them gently.
To Hermione's slight disappointment, Draco pulled out of her and looked down at her with his head rested on his elbow. "Satisfied?" he asked, still smirking slightly.
She matched his smirk with one of her own and said, "Very."
"I would expect nothing less."
"You are so egotistical," she said while smacking his arm playfully.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes I am. Thank you for noticing."
Hermione shook her head and kissed his chest. She could not put in to words how much she loved him. Every part of her knew that they were meant to be together for a long time.
Draco draped his arm over her and stared into her eyes. What he felt for her was unbelievable. He never thought that he would be capable of falling in love. Truthfully, before Hermione, he thought the whole idea of love was corny and fake, but now he knew just how real it was. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
"Hey," he whispered, "how 'bout that bath?" She smiled, grabbed his hand and pulled him along into the bathroom.
Later that day, Hermione and Draco awoke in each other's arms. The sun was still shining through the window. They smiled at each other and kissed quickly.
"We're gunna be in deep shit tomorrow, you know that?" Hermione said with a slight grin.
Draco shrugged. "At least we had an enjoyable first day back."
"Yeah, but what about all that work we missed? The rest of the week sure won't be as enjoyable with all that work we have to make up."
"You worry too much. Last time I checked, you and I had top marks in our year. It'll be easy to make it all up. Anyway, I'm sure that this year will be easier than last since we don't have to take O.W.L.s. They're not gunna bombard us with all that work like they did last year."
Draco's eagle owl flew in through the window and perched himself on the bedside table. It stuck out its leg and ruffled its feathers importantly. He had obviously been trained very well.
Draco untied the letter from Demon's leg and opened the scroll of parchment.
Draco,
I am glad to hear that Granger is in fact a half-blood. I should have known that with a brain like hers she couldn't possibly be a Mudblood. It is also good to hear that a smart girl such as she is heir to Godric Gryffindor. Although you never stated it, I presume that she too is working for the Dark Lord. I'm sure that he will be very pleased to hear that you will be delivering Potter to him. Your mother says that she will be delighted to have you both home for Christmas. See you then.
Lucius
Draco smirked evilly as he handed the parchment over to Hermione so she could read it. Everything was in order. Now that Lucius knew that Hermione was in fact a half-blood, he didn't have the slightest problem with her. Only a few more months and Harry Potter would no longer be a problem to the wizarding world.
"I like this," Hermione said. "Apparently your father no longer has anything against me. This will definitely benefit us later on."
Draco nodded. "I knew he'd be okay with it as long as he knew that you have some magical blood in you. Plus, I think telling him that you're also the heir of Godric Gryffindor forced him to like you seeing as you are my future wife. We wouldn't want any feuding in the family now, would we?"
"Of course not! Family feuds are never any fun. They can last for years and years, and half the time no one even remembers what they were fighting about in the first place. It's ridiculous really."
"I take it you've had some experience with them?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. My father and his brothers haven't talked in ten, maybe fifteen years even. When I asked him why they were fighting he said he couldn't even remember. All he knew was that it was pointless from the start."
"That must suck." He kissed her gently then said, "Wanna go get some food? I am so damn hungry."
"What time is it? I don't wanna just stroll into the Great Hall half way through dinner and have everyone ask where we've been all day. That would be just slightly hard to explain."
Draco glanced at his watch quickly. "Well that's about what would happen if we went down there now. Got any other ideas? I need food."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "As a matter of fact I do have an idea. Just answer me one thing. What is it with guys and eating anyway? Every other second you're hungry. I don't get it."
"I missed lunch," he stated simply. "But to answer your question," he added seeing the look she shot at him, "we are growing into strong adults who need to support their families."
Hermione laughed. "That is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life! You know what I think it is? I think it's a mutant gene in all men that causes them to always eat more than they really need."
"Oh yeah? Well what if I was telling the truth? Wouldn't you feel all dumb then?"
"No!" she snorted. "'Cause you're not telling the truth. You just pulled that stuff off the top of your head so you could please me."
"Yeah, you're right. Your guess is probably better than mine anyway. Now what is your bright idea for getting me some food?"
"Oh right! The topic of this conversation. We can go to the kitchens. The house elves are always more than happy to give us food. I'll show you how to get there."
Draco looked surprised. He hadn't known that there was an entrance to the kitchens and that the house elves actually welcomed the students. At home, he was taught that all house elves were inferior and were meant to serve humans and not to be seen. He still believed that and treated house elves like his father did.
"You know where the kitchens are?" he asked while gathering his clothes off the floor.
"Yeah. I've been down plenty of times. Now hurry up and get dressed or someone will see us going down there."
"All right."
They finished dressing quickly. Hermione led Draco through numerous corridors that led to the kitchens. When they stopped in front of the picture of the bowl of fruit, he looked at her curiously.
"Why are we stopped?" he asked.
"Shh. You'll see. Don't be so impatient." She reached her hand up and tickled the pear. A door suddenly appeared before them. She gave him a smug look as she tugged on the handle.
They stepped over the threshold into the kitchen and were greeted by dozens of house elves.
Dobby, as usual, was at the head of the pack, but stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy. "Miss Hermione, why is you bringing him here?"
"Oh, Dobby, this is my boyfriend, Draco Mal-foy." It suddenly hit her. Draco had been Dobby's master before he was employed at Hogwarts. "Oh damn."
Draco looked down at the elf and saw that it was indeed that same elf that had worked at the Malfoy Manor for years.
There was a long period of silence. They all just looked around at each other not really sure of what to do.
After a long while, Dobby asked, "Is there anything Dobby can get for you?"
Hermione looked over at Draco, who shifted uncomfortably. "Can we just have some pastries to bring up to the common room?" Hermione replied.
Dobby ran off into the back and returned seconds later. "Here you are, miss. Come visit Dobby anytime."
When Hermione bent down to retrieve the box from her small elf friend, she whispered, "I'm terribly sorry."
"No worries, miss," Dobby said with a big smile.
She smiled a little. "Thanks a bunch, Dobby."
Draco stepped out first followed closely by Hermione. His strides were long and she had to struggle to keep up.
"Draco," she stared, "I-I guess I just forgot. I'm really sorry."
He didn't say anything, just continued to walk as if he hadn't heard her. He didn't know why he was so upset to see the elf again. Maybe it was because it was Harry Potter who had set him free or maybe it was because his girlfriend had befriended him and could converse with him. He truthfully didn't know. All he knew was that all of a sudden he lost his appetite.
"Draco, please listen to me!" Hermione begged as they stepped into the common room. She threw the pastries onto a near-by table and grabbed his arm.
He looked down at her. Anger was apparent in his eyes. She was scared of him. Her heart plummeted as she let go and backed away toward the door. She sank back into a chair and started crying.
"I'm sorry!" she said between sobs. She couldn't bear to look up at him. It looked as if he wanted to kill her. Never in her life had she been so scared. "I'm sorry," she said again more quietly.
Draco watched her. It wasn't her fault. She shouldn't be apologizing to him. His eyes softened again as he took a few steps closer to her. He knew his actions had hurt her, and he deeply regretted it.
He sat on the edge of the chair she was in and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into his chest, still mumbling that she was sorry over and over again.
"Hermione," he whispered soothingly. "It's not your fault. Don't be sorry. I was being a jackass. It just came as a shock to see my former house elf working here. I shouldn't have gotten so upset." He wiped her tears from her cheeks with his thumb and leaned down a little to capture her lips in his.
They were unfortunately interrupted when Justin and Lisa walked in.
Draco looked up at his fellow prefects. "You two always know just the right time to show up, don't you? It never fails."
"Sorry about that," Justin mumbled. "Where were you guys today though? I should've had classes with both of you, but neither of you were there."
Hermione and Draco looked at each other. "Well, uh, you see after Potions, Draco and I had some uh business to attend to and uh it took up the greater part of the day. Speaking of which, did you, by any chance, happen to pick up the work we missed?" Hermione said quickly.
Lisa looked at them skeptically as she pulled a large stack of papers out of her bag. "Yes, we did pick it up. Here it is."
"Thank you," Hermione said, taking the stack of papers.
Draco stood and grabbed the box of pastries off the table. "Hermione, we should really get upstairs and uh start on these." He looked at the box in a suggestive manner. Hermione stood and followed him up the stairs. Once they were in the confines of Draco's room, they started on the pastries, which were delicious.
Hermione pulled the stack of papers in front of her as she ate and began shuffling through them. She still hated to fall behind when it came to schoolwork.
"Hermione, can't you do those on the weekend when I do mine?" Draco said in a mock whiney voice. "Please don't do them now."
"I have to start working on them, Draco. We're just gunna get more work this week and fall even farther behind. We might as well get these done now. Then we'll have the weekend to do.anything you want." She cocked an eyebrow suggestively.
"Anything? You're not gunna stop me?"
"I will let you do anything. As long as we get started on this tonight."
He sighed. "All right. I guess you're not leaving me with much of a choice here." He slid across the bed so he was right next to her, and they started on the work they received that day.
~
The week went by fairly quick. As Hermione predicted, they did get more work piled up on them, but it wasn't so much as to make Hermione and Draco fall behind.
Draco continued his campaign to befriend Potter and Weasley, who were actually buying the act, as Draco was very convincing.
Draco was sitting at his desk on Friday night working on his Transfiguration essay for Professor McGonagall. He had his glasses on and was running his fingers through his hair trying to remember what McGonagall had said in class that day.
He heard his door creep open and he whipped off his glasses and shoved them in one of the drawers. Turning in his chair, he saw the faint outline of Hermione and pulled them out again with a relieved sigh.
Hermione walked over to him and sat on his lap. Draco felt a tingling sensation in his stomach that he had never felt before. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it. His eyes fluttered closed as Hermione began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.
He moaned softly. "Mm Hermione. As much as I'd like to do this right now, I really have to finish my essay for McGonagall."
"I'll let you copy mine." She looked down at the sheet of parchment, which only had a few lines written on it. "It doesn't look like you've gotten too far anyway."
"No, I don't wanna cheat. Let me just finish it? I thought we were gunna do this tomorrow?"
Hermione whimpered. "Please, Draco? I need you now."
"It's only a few more hours," he pointed out.
"So can't you do your essay on Sunday?"
"Hermione, I really need to do it now. Tomorrow we'll spend all day in here, I promise. If I wait any longer to do my essay, I'll forget everything. I'm already having trouble with it as it is."
She nodded. "All right. I'll see you in the morning then."
"I'll go to your room as soon as I'm finished, okay?"
"Okay."
He kissed her quickly. "I love you."
"I love you too." She stood then walked over to her dorm. With one backward glance, she left and closed the door behind her.
Draco watched her with a sad look in his eyes. He hated to see that melancholy expression on her face. He didn't like denying her either, but he knew that if he didn't finish the essay it would be itching at the back of his mind the next day, and he didn't want that while he was with Hermione.
Two hours later, he finished writing and tucked the parchment carefully into his bag. He put on green pajama pants and a black t-shirt then headed to Hermione's room. Her candles were out and she appeared to be asleep. He carefully climbed next to her and placed his hand on her cheek.
"I was wondering when you'd finish," she said as she put her hand over his.
"I told you I was having trouble. It took me two and a half hours, and it's not very long."
Hermione smirked a little. "I told you to copy mine, but you have to be so damn stubborn." She opened her eyes a little to look at him. His eyes were looking back down at her and his face was illumined by the moonlight.
"Yes I do."
"I'm going to sleep," she mumbled. "We'll have fun tomorrow."
It was Draco's turn to smirk. "Yes we will. Anything goes?"
"Pretty much?" she yawned. "'Night, Draco."
"'Night." He kissed her lips softly before wrapping his arms around her and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
~
The next morning Draco awoke to a pair of amber eyes watching him. A small smile appeared on his thin lips. "You watching me sleep?"
"What if I am?"
He shrugged. "It wouldn't bother me in the least. I'm just curious."
"You look so innocent when you're asleep. Not like when you're awake."
"If you have a problem with me being awake, let me know, and I'll go right back to sleep." He smirked at her.
"I never said that. You might look adorable, but there's really no way I can have an intellectual conversation with a sleeping person."
Draco narrowed his eyes in thought. "You can't really have an intelligent conversation with me anyway, so I don't see much of a difference. 'Night, 'night." He closed his eyes again and pretended to fall back asleep.
Hermione smacked him across the head, which made his eyes snap open immediately. "What happened to you doing anything you wanted with me today?"
"Oh, well I just decided that I would like to sleep today. You know, just relax and enjoy the serenity of slumber."
Hermione sat up and stretched to make it look like she would be departing. "Well then, I guess if you're sure, I'll go take a nice warm bath and find some random guy to screw, since I happen to be incredibly horny."
Draco smirked again. "Well I've got my day planned out, and it seems you've thought of what you'd like to do today, so I'll see you later then."
Hermione frowned as he closed his eyes once again. That was not the response she had been hoping to get from him. Instead of heading out the door, she crawled back into her bed. She slid her hands under his shirt and ran her hands up his chest. Draco opened his eyes again. "Mm I thought you were taking a bath then screwing some random guy?"
"The bath can wait 'til later, and you seem random enough." She left her right hand on his chest while her left hand slid under his pants and boxers and stroked him.
A moan of pleasure escaped his lips as she crawled on top of him and kissed him tantalizingly slowly. Draco pulled away from her slightly. "Hmm if I remember correctly, I believe that you said that today we do whatever I want, not whatever you want."
"But all you wanna do is sleep and leave me here to be all horny," she whined.
He then flipped her so that she was pinned beneath him on the bed. "Is that what you think? 'Cause there's a voice inside my head telling me that I really don't wanna sleep at this particular moment."
His sudden movements startled Hermione. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly, but she recovered with a smirk. "Well, what else would you like to do at this hour?"
He leaned down to kiss her, sliding his hands under her shirt and over her smooth skin. Hermione moaned into his mouth as he gently massaged her breasts. Suddenly, he broke away from her. "How 'bout I join you in that bath?" he suggested raising an eyebrow.
"Now?" she whined.
Draco smirked. "I like to see you all hot and bothered. It's so adorable."
Hermione pouted. "Can we please just take a bath after?"
It was her eyes that got him. They were wide and loving, and she was pleading for him. "All right." He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor then swooped down and captured her lips again. Within minutes, they had shed each other of their clothing, and Draco had entered her. Their bodies moved in rhythm with every thrust that brought them closer to their peak. Hermione's eyes were shut, and she threw her head back onto the pillow as she arched her back into him. Draco knew he couldn't hold on much longer, and began to quicken the pace. This sent Hermione over the edge. She screamed out Draco's name as she felt an explosion inside her. With a few final thrusts, Draco let out a loud groan, and collapsed, sweaty and panting on top of Hermione.
He was shivering. Hermione held him close and pulled some blankets around them. She ran her hands threw his damp hair to push it off his forehead. He kept his hands upon her hips and rubbed them gently.
To Hermione's slight disappointment, Draco pulled out of her and looked down at her with his head rested on his elbow. "Satisfied?" he asked, still smirking slightly.
She matched his smirk with one of her own and said, "Very."
"I would expect nothing less."
"You are so egotistical," she said while smacking his arm playfully.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes I am. Thank you for noticing."
Hermione shook her head and kissed his chest. She could not put in to words how much she loved him. Every part of her knew that they were meant to be together for a long time.
Draco draped his arm over her and stared into her eyes. What he felt for her was unbelievable. He never thought that he would be capable of falling in love. Truthfully, before Hermione, he thought the whole idea of love was corny and fake, but now he knew just how real it was. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
"Hey," he whispered, "how 'bout that bath?" She smiled, grabbed his hand and pulled him along into the bathroom.