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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: The Truth About Snape

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, no public displays of affection, please," a familiar drawl sounded from ahead of them. Both Draco and Hermione looked up in surprise; they hadn't realized they'd had an audience. A tall, dark haired, man with long black robes strolled casually toward them.

"Oh! Sorry Professor Snape, we didn't see you," Hermione said, glancing up at Draco as he removed his arm from around her. He looked a bit paler; ever since the 'sleeping potion incident' Draco had been a little nervous around Snape.

"That is quite obvious, Miss Granger," Shape said, stopping in front of them. Clearly, his intentions of frightening them were futile as Draco was now a full two inches taller than the professor. "Well, may I ask exactly why I find myself speaking with two students so far from the castle?" he asked, upholding his dominance.

"Yes, well... we are on our way back from Hogsmeade, Professor. Last minute Christmas shopping this afternoon," Hermione explained while Draco remained silent. Snape sneered and seemed to take note of the bags in their arms, as well as Draco's box.

"Right, then it's straight back to the castle with both of you, and do try to keep your hands to yourselves," he said and walked past them.

"Of course. It won't happen again, Professor," Hermione said as he stepped away.

"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep, Miss Granger," Snape sneered as he walked down the path to Hogsmeade. Draco was watching him go, eyes full of jealousy and rage, shooting mental daggers at the greasy haired potions master. Hermione conveniently waited for Snape to make it out of ear-shot before she slapped Draco upside the head.

"Draco Malfoy, how dare you!?" she exclaimed. Draco looked insanely confused as he rubbed the back of is head with his spare hand.

"Hermione! What the hell was that for? And what did I do now?" he asked, not angry as much as hurt.

"Don't play dumb with me! I can read you like a book Draco. I saw that jealous look you gave Snape! I'm flattered and all, but I forbid you to be jealous of Snape. Professor Snape, Draco. Evil potions master, Head of Slytherin house, really, really disgusting person in general...any of this ringing a bell? Why the hell would I, or anyone, do anything with him that you could be jealous about? Honestly!" she lectured, fuming.

"Well, I'm Draco Malfoy, Hermione. Evil death-eater spawn, king of Slytherin house, really, really, desirable person in general and you do a whole lot with me he could be jealous over," Draco said smugly. Hermione slapped him again. "Ow! Okay, okay... you're right, I'm sorry. I'd be jealous of anyone who talked to you like that, regardless," he said, looking back over his shoulder.

"Anyone except Herm, and you're not evil, just... ethically challenged," she said with a smirk.

"Ha, ha, ha, and when you click, you click. There's nothing I can do about it; why be jealous?" he explained. Of course, Hermione smacked him again. "Ow! Dammit, could you not do that... or at least warn me," he pleaded and looked at his hand as if checking for blood.

"Ha! Why would I do that and miss the priceless look on your face?" she asked, taking his hand in hers. Draco looked a little hurt and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on! I didn't hit you that hard," she said softly. Draco didn't look at her.

"No, but you still hit me. Three times," he pointed out, sounding betrayed.

"Well, you deserved it, all three times," she said, trying to get him happy and defend herself at the same time.

"Yes, but you could have just mentally done it, or yelled at me. Oh wait, you did that too," he said, sounding almost depressed. Hermione stopped Draco from continuing to walk and stepped in front of him.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?" she asked, looking hopeless.

"Of course not," he said and kissed her softly. Neither really cared if Snape came back and saw them; screw Snape. Draco replaced his arm around her waist as they continued to walk.

"Look Draco, if you really want to be jealous of Snape, and that guy at the muggle shop, and whoever else you can think of, go ahead. I'm adulated, but believe me when I say there's no reason to be; especially not with Snape," she told him, glad he wasn't angry.

"I do believe you and I do trust you, love. It's him I don't trust. I know I'm overreacting and I'm sorry. Maybe it's just the nature of those who are 'ethically challenged,'" he said with a smirk. Hermione made to slap him but stopped midway and Draco flinched.

"Gotcha," she whispered and Draco laughed. He didn't kiss her, didn't get upset, and he didn't sound depressed. He just, laughed.

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An hour later they were settled back in the castle. Draco found himself in his room alone as the twilight drew near. He had left Hermione to sleep in the common room alone, but left the door to his room open so she could see him when she woke. Sitting cross-legged on the bed crouched over a book, Draco began to feel weary. He closed his eyes for what seemed like only a moment, but opened them to discover it had been over an hour.

He sighed and brought his eyes to cross the barrier of the doorway. As far as he could tell, Hermione was not on any of the couches, but the fire was still blazing. He straightened, felt a sharp pain in his back from the odd position, and winced. Draco brought his legs over the side of the bed, standing and rubbing the back of his neck. He just stood there for a moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other until the pain was eased.

He shuffled out into the common room and his gaze moved to the desks, expecting to see her there, bent over some book. Instead, he viewed only an empty chair and Draco did a double take, his eyes fully open and awake. He turned back to the couches and smiled, the prickle of panic and worry disappearing.

As seen from his room, Hermione was not on any of the couches, but was, in fact, lying with her back against the floor, positioned over the Persian rug. Her eyes were closed and Draco thought for a moment she was sleeping. Realization hit him with a smile as he saw the corded headband placed around her head, connected to a square box. **CD player,** he thought subconsciously an let his lips curl into a devious smirk.

Draco stood unmoving for a moment, taking in the sights. His gaze was glued to the oblivious head girl and he smiled at the familiar rush of emotion as he let his eyes tread over her body. He felt himself shudder a little in anticipation and pushed the thoughts away; he shouldn't be thinking that. Draco couldn't help but notice how pretty she was; clad in simple black cotton pants and tank top, arms bent and hands rested on her stomach, tapping in time with the music. He took a deep sigh and smiled. A real, genuine, Draco Malfoy smile; so incredibly rare it was thought to not exist.

Draco crept stealthily up to her, careful not to alert Hermione of his presence. He knelt next to her, leaned down, placing a hand on her other side, and looming over her. He felt himself smile again; she looked peacefully angelic like that, cut off from the world. **What say we bring you back, my love?** he thought and kissed her. Hermione jumped a little, but knew it was Draco immediately and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When they broke away, Hermione fluttered her eyes open and smiled.

"I was hoping it was you," she said, smiling. Draco gave her another quick kiss, then pulled away to look at her.

"Who else would it be?" he asked, pretending to be hurt. Hermione smiled and took a deep breath while she shrugged and slid her hands to Draco's shoulders. He smiled and Hermione tried to look innocent.

"Snape?" she suggested. Draco's smile fell to the floor and his eyes swam with jealousy. Hermione noticed and wasn't sure how to feel; did he think she was serious? "My god, Draco...I was just kidding! What's wrong, why are you so paranoid all of a sudden?" she asked sincerely, taking off her headphones before placing a hand on Draco's cheek. He seemed not to believe her for a moment, but then he sighed and Hermione saw the hesitant relief flood his eyes. "Draco, honestly! Snape, are you kidding? Please tell me you are; I'm beginning to doubt your sanity." Draco, who's gaze had drifted away from her, locked his eyes back to hers, something like hopeful surprise flashing in them.

"You mean, you and Snape never....had a...relationship?" he asked, speaking the last word as if he were a swearing child. Hermione's mouth hung open in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, trying to sound outraged, but succeeding in only shock. Draco looked intensely relieved, then a little nervous as he began to explain.

"Last year, I heard...rumors," he said, once again looking away. If possible, Hermione looked more shocked.

"What? You mean other people thought that too? Snape and I? I think I'm going to be sick; why the hell didn't anyone think to tell me about this?" she asked, not yelling, but obviously shocked and angry.

"So it's not true?" Draco asked, looking at her again.

"No! Of course not!" she said with a shudder. "Tell me everything you heard, Draco. What were people saying?" she demanded. Draco tried to smile, but found himself unable.

"Hermione, I..." he began to complain but she cut him off.

"Tell me, dammit!" she voiced, looking frightening.

"Alright, calm down. Story was that you and him were having a very...physical relationship and were trying to keep it under wraps to save his job. This continued from the beginning to the middle of last year. Then, remember how he and McGonagall came in to Christmas Dinner together? No, probably not if you didn't know... well, anyway, they did and people started to whisper. Then you ran out crying and everyone assumed he dumped you for her. It did seem rather suspicious; I'll admit that I didn't believe it until that happened. I'm sorry," he explained, however reluctantly. She was silent for what seemed like forever and Draco didn't dare look at her; Hermione had a habit of overreacting.

Then, suddenly, the silence was broken and Hermione burst out laughing. Draco looked at her with wide eyes. She was laughing uncontrollably, clutching her stomach and rolling under him, onto her side. Draco just looked at her, confused and a little scared. Hermione brought her knees up and her head down, squinting her eyes against the tears. Draco just watched her, waiting out her giggle fit.

"Hermione?" he asked when she didn't stop. Hermione heard him and tried to calm herself.

"Ow," she gasped at the stitch in her side. She took a few deep breaths and regained her composure. Hermione paused for a moment before moving again to her back, looking up at a confused Draco. Wiping tears from her face, she tried to explain. "I'm sorry, but that was just about the funniest thing I've ever heard, I mean, me and Snape? A PHYSICAL relationship? And then him dumping me for MCGONAGALL? That's utterly preposterous; how could anyone believe that?" she pointed out, looking at Draco, who seemed in deep thought. Then, he smiled.

"You're right, what the hell were they thinking?" he asked and stole a kiss. Hermione let her hands travel back to his broad shoulders.

"Yeah and what about all the points taken from Gryffindor? And the numerous detentions he gave me? He's not very good at showing how much he cares, is he?" she said, smiling. Draco shrugged and smile-smirked.

"Cover up and snog sessions," he stated simply. Hermione shrieked and covered her ears while she squinted her eyes shut. Draco laughed and kissed her again.

"Do you have a spoon?" she asked, not moving. Draco laughed.

"Not on me, why?"

"I need to gouge out my eyes so those mental images don't come back the next time I see Snape," she said and Draco laughed again. He kissed her then and Hermione got into it. She rewrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly as Draco moved his tongue over her lip and into her mouth. Hermione leaned in, kissing back hungrily. When they broke apart, Hermione didn't stop. She kissed him again and again, once more on his mouth, then across his jaw. Draco felt her nibble on his earlobe and kissed her on the shoulder; the closest place to his lips. Hermione let her tongue slide behind Draco's earlobe and held him close to her.

"Hermione?" he whispered, a little startled at her boldness. Hermione pulled back and placed a thin finger gently over his lips. Draco kissed her finger and Hermione smiled as she let it slide down. The tip of the guilty digit had no sooner left his bottom lip when Hermione replaced it with her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck a third time and bent one of her legs, bring her knee from the ground.

The kiss ended and Hermione relaxed herself against the floor. Draco lifted himself onto his knees and crawled between Hermione's legs, while kissing her neck softly. Hermione closed her eyes; ready to let Draco do whatever he wanted. The boy ran a hand lightly under Hermione's shirt and she arched her back in appreciation. Draco smiled and kissed her lips once more before rising to his knees. He ran his fingers over her again and Hermione breathed a sigh of pleasure as she once again arched her back for him.

Draco took the opportunity to slide Hermione's shirt up, exposing her stomach. At first, Hermione thought he would take it off, but he didn't. Draco pushed it up as far as he could without viewing her breasts, then stopped. He placed his flushed face against the cool skin of her midsection, then slid down, lying with her.

Hermione placed one hand in Draco's hair, twisting it between her fingers. **I would have let him,** she realized, ** I would have let him take it off and not thought twice about it.** Hermione was almost uneasy. She knew that this was bad; she shouldn't want this, but she did. Oh, how she did. Draco would never agree, however. He loved her and Hermione knew he wanted her, but he wouldn't do that, even if she asked. He was right, of course. She didn't want to jeopardize what they had either, but Hermione didn't see how that was possible. What could possibly happen that would hurt them? If he loved her, and she knew he did, and she loved him; how could making more love harm their unbreakable relationship? The worst that could possibly happen would be her to get pregnant, and THAT she wouldn't let happen. If they were careful, why couldn't they have what they so desperately wanted?

Hermione sighed and shook it off as best she could. He wouldn't do it, it was out of the question. Draco had taken to softly kissing her navel, once even sticking his tongue in it. Hermione smiled and placed her hand over his. Draco linked fingers with her and stopped kissing her, just laying there now. Hermione closed her eyes and let the hand in Draco's hair aimlessly twist it again.

"Why WERE you crying, love?" he asked, seemly out of nowhere. Hermione swallowed; her throat felt dry.

"What? Crying...what are you talking about?" she asked, not opening her eyes.

"At the Christmas dinner last year; you ran out and everyone thought it was post break-up depression. Why were you, really?" he asked, curious.

"Oh. Actually, it was post break-up depression, it was just Ron and not Snape. He broke up with me at that dinner. I agreed that we should, but it was still a break up," she told him, still keeping her eyes shut.

"Oh. He did it on Christmas? That's rather inconsiderate, isn't it?" he stated more than asked. Hermione sighed.

"I guess. Let's not dwell on it, that was almost a year ago, I'm over it, I don't want to talk about it, and it doesn't matter anyway," she said, letting her fingers run down his neck.

"Okay, I'm sorry. What IS that?" he asked, lifting his head. Hermione felt his warmth leave her and finally open her eyes, leaning up to look at him.

"What's what?" she asked, not understanding.

"That; don't you hear it?" he said, brow crinkled. Hermione listened hard; she did hear something now.

"It sounds like...oh!" she exclaimed in realization. Hermione reached about a foot away and drew in the square box. "My CD player," she said of the forgotten appliance which was mindlessly playing her favorite CD.

"It sounded familiar; what were you listening to?" Draco asked, slowly getting off of her. Hermione pushed a button and the top popped up, a spinning disk below. Hermione stopped it with her thumb and held it out to show him.

"You have this CD, that's why it sounded familiar," she said, sitting up. Draco smiled.

"It's my favorite; how did you know I had it? Have you been going through my stuff when I'm not looking?" he asked playfully, smirking at his accusation.

"Mine too, and yes, but that's not how I know. You were playing it that day... when we avoided each other," she said, closing the player carefully and wrapping the headset around it.

"Oh," Draco said, remembering. Hermione smiled and stole a quick kiss before standing.

"I'm going to bed," she announced as he looked up at her. Draco was surprised.

"But it's only nine o'clock," he said, almost ready to ask if she was feeling alright. Hermione shrugged.

"I didn't say I was going to sleep," she pointed out and turned away. To Draco's horror, Hermione went directly into her room and shut the door behind her. His eyes grew wide; **Does that mean she's sleeping in there? Do I sleep there too, or not? Is there some hidden lesson here... did I do something?** Draco wondered, getting worried.

Draco's head popped up as he heard the door open again. Hermione stepped out of her room, now wearing skimpy pajamas, and walked to Draco's door, wand and book in hand. She smiled at him a little on the pass and Draco felt relieved; he needed her to sleep with him. Hermione exited his room in even less time than it had taken to use hers. She smiled again at him and walked to the bathroom.

Draco shook his head and stood, walking up to the door and standing there, waiting for her to come out. He didn't know why, exactly, he just worked on impulse. Hermione opened the door about ten minutes later and jumped when she saw someone standing there.

"Draco! You scared the death out of me, jeez," she said, placing a hand on her chest. Draco smiled a little.

"Sorry," he said and Hermione smiled too. She kissed him again, just a quick smooch.

"And anyway; you're supposed to sit outside my door and listen to me breathing, not brushing my teeth. That's just weird," she said, Lifehouse on the brain.

"If that's what I was doing, that would make this heaven's door. I sincerely hope heaven is not a bathroom," he replied cunningly and Hermione laughed. She kissed him once more, then slipped past him and walked to their room. Draco watched her go and decided that he might as well follow suit; he could read either in bed or the common room, and Hermione wasn't in the common room.

* * * * * * * * * *

Despite his plans, Draco didn't get to bed for over an hour. Something told him he needed to take notes, so he did. **If I don't do it now, I'll end up doing it later when there's something more important to do...** he rationalized and got to work.

When he finally finished, Draco was having trouble focusing his eyes, **Looking at all of those clothes must have temporarily blinded me,** he thought with a smile as he closed his book. Draco stood and moved directly to his room.

Upon entering, Draco saw Hermione, on her side of the bed, facing the window and reading. Draco wasn't sure if she didn't hear him enter, or simply was asleep. He crept over, just in case, and crawled into bed beside her. Hermione, who was not sleeping, rolled on her stomach to greet him.

"Hey," she said quietly, smiling. Draco smiled too, then kissed her mouth quickly.

"Hey," he said back, then paused. "I thought you were asleep," he tried, explaining his sneaking up on her. Hermione just kept her smile.

"I wouldn't have been able to sleep even if I tried without you here," she told him, closing her book and placing it on the floor.

"I'm sorry love; I would have come in sooner, but..." Draco began, but Hermione cut him off.

"It doesn't matter; you're here now, she whispered and kissed him. Unlike the last few kisses they had shared, this one was long and deep. When they broke apart, Hermione flipped her hips and laid on her back. She smiled suggestively and Draco came back for more, kissing her again. He crawled on top of her, never breaking the new kiss. Hermione was in no way disappointed, but she still wanted more. She forced herself to push the possibility away, knowing he wouldn't.

She waited, hoping his hands would slip and get carried away, wanting to do something to tell him how much she wanted it. Draco didn't do much more than kiss her, however, and his hands remained relatively on her hips. **That's it, I have to do something,** she thought and moved her hands to his. Hermione gently guided them up, more and more, until they covered her breasts. For a moment, she thought he agreed, but then Draco broke off their kiss and pulled his hands away as if she were fire.

"Please," she whispered, "Please Draco; I need this," she said and he looked away from her.

"No, Hermione. You don't know what you're asking, please don't make me refuse you," he pleaded, knowing it wouldn't be that easy.

"Then accept me! Why can't we do this? It hurts me more to be with you and know you won't touch me than it would to have this... don't you want me?" she asked, needing him not to say no.

"Hermione, I want you so much more than I should, that's why this is so hard. I can't let what happened last time happen to you; I can't lose you like I lost her," he said, almost breaking down. Hermione was surprised, not sure what he was talking about.

"Draco, please tell me. What happened?" she asked, knowing he would. Draco climbed off of her, lying on his back, facing the ceiling. He took a deep breath and Hermione placed a hand on his chest.

"Her name was Selene. We were so very much too young, only about ten. It was before school began, before I even got my letter, I think. I don't really know what happened; she said she loved me... and I thought I loved her. She was the only thing that ever mattered to me before you, but I didn't love her. We did what we shouldn't have, too young to really even know what it was.

"When it was over, Selene cried. She just; cried, for hours, and I just sat there, knowing I had done that to her. She left my house that day and I never saw her again. Eventually she moved, I don't know where, she never told me. That's probably why we did it, actually; she was leaving me. I stole her innocence and tossed her away like nothing.

"She was too young for that, we both were, but I hurt her. I hurt her in a way no one had ever hurt her before, then she was gone. I can't let myself hurt you like that, I know you want this, but Selene wanted it too, and look what happened," he explained, the only emotion in his voice was that of deep regret. Hermione was speechless for a moment, feeling incredibly guilty for asking that of him.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, near tears and unable to say anything more.

"I can't take everything away from you like I did her. I've ruined the life of someone I cared about; don't make me ruin the life of someone I love," he pleaded, sounding incredibly serious. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Draco, I'm not as innocent as you think I am," she whispered as if embarrassed. Draco's eyes widened and he looked at her.

"What? Who?" he asked, too amazed to be automatically jealous.

"Remember Viktor Krumb? Let's just say: ever since the night of that dance, he can say my name right," she said with a crooked smile. Draco gawked at her.

"But...you were only fourteen," he said, not realizing how hypocritical he sounded.

"I know, and I didn't love him. Not even close; I don't know why, it just happened," she said and Draco stared at her, eyes wide. "I don't know why you're so surprised; you knew I wasn't a virgin."

"No I didn't, how would I know that?" he asked, still fairly shell-shocked.

"You were the one who told me about my 'physical' relationship with Snape," she said and Draco paled.

"I didn't think you were fucking him; I don't think my mind could ever materialize those images," he said and Hermione laughed.

"That's probably better; we wouldn't want you turned off evil potions masters forever, now would we?" she said, smirking. Draco smiled.

"No, I suppose not." There was a long pause in which Hermione contemplated what to say next. She didn't want what she had asked for so much anymore, and she wasn't going to ask him again. She could wait; the forbidden fruit tastes much sweeter. She sighed and leaned toward him, face close to his.

"Draco, I have nothing you could take that hasn't already been taken, and I'd never leave you. I still want this, but I understand that you don't. I can't force you to do anything you don't want to; but if you change your mind you know where to find me. I'm sorry I asked, please don't hold this against me," she said, hoping Draco believed her. He smiled and kissed her lips, however gently. Hermione took that as forgiveness and smiled before sliding down to lay her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat, so close to her.

"Hey, you know what?" Draco asked, obviously changing the subject. "We never asked Dumbledore about the decorations." Hermione smiled, **How does he always do that?**

"Oh, yeah, come on, let's get started right now," she said in sleepy sarcasm. Draco smiled.

"Aren't we ambitious?" he whispered, knowing she wasn't serious.

"Mmm..." she said, too close to sleep to pay attention. Draco placed a light kiss on her head and stroked Hermione's hair while she fell asleep.



A/N Whoa....that sure was creepy, huh? Oh well... I mean seriously, did you think he was a virgin? Yeah right, a guy that hott....I don't think so, but he's not a playa, and he SO did not sleep with Pansy....this explains why, sort of, other than the fact she's a whore. You know...

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