WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIAL UNSUITABLE FOR CHILDREN OR ADULTS CANNOT STAND GRATUITOUS LOVING!!!

Okay now that that is over, welcome to chapter 16!!! YEAH BABY!!! 16 chapters! Blar okay. Thanks to all my reviewers but I don't have the time to type out all of your names now, because it's kind of like midnight and I still have to do homework...and I'm sneaking the computer usage...

Disclaimer: I'd do anything to own HP, but I don't. Not even D-Chan...but we all know what would happen if I did, right? Right? *wink wink nudge nudge* Anyway...so yeah I'm poor and I only own a Sum 41 poster.

That not all D-Chan would get from me though...heh I mean um...

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Draco nudged closer to her, and Hermione even stepped into his embrace.

His arms were holding her in a large hug, and his hands sunk slowly down her spine, where they rested in the crook of her lower back.

Hermione found herself sighing with want as she pressed herself against him totally, practically falling into him. Her back was arching of its own accord.

Their lips were still together, and Hermione felt Draco dart his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, and his tongue caressed her own, exploring.

They stayed, mouths pressed together, for quite a while. They somehow managed to get to the bedroom instead.

Draco unbuttoned her shirt, and sucked on her ear lobe as he slipped it off of her shoulders. He unzipped her skirt next, and she helped him kick it off as they lay down into the soft green silk of his bed.

She was lost! And her mouth opened, and she said breathlessly, urgently, though it was obvious what he was going to do, "Draco...Malfoy...make love to me...please..."

Hermione found herself totally consumed by his presence...his scent lingered on her when he pulled away, his fingers, his saliva, his lips...but it wasn't enough. Everything blacked out, except for him. And his touch.

Hermione had began to perspire on her forehead, and a little on her neck. Draco ran his hands over her panties. He stepped back to look at her and suddenly she felt cold with his absence.

She blushed in embarrassment, and sat up a little.

She felt the slow coursing of a drop of sweat...down from her neck to her breasts.

She felt Draco's eyes following it like it was blood.

Draco leaned forward, and kissed it, the slow circling of his tongue on the top of her breast stunning in its simplicity.

Then he began to undress.

Hermione undid her own underwear, and tossed it carelessly over the side of the bed, following his example. She let out a melodic laugh as Draco got in the bed.

Now they were both naked, and a thought occurred to Hermione.

"Wait. I-I don't want to get...you know." She blushed, embarrassed again for stopping the intimacy. But she would regret it later if she didn't.

"Yes." Draco nodded and muttered an temporary anti-fertility spell on Hermione. She didn't bother asking him how he knew it. She muttered a thank you before she pushed her lips to his. "And...well...this won't be...my first."

Draco looked a little surprised but shrugged. "I don't mind." They came together once more.

Then his hands traveled from her thigh, following the small curves of her body, and they caressed her breasts before holding her to him.

She pressed herself up to him, to get closer to his body; his warmth; his blood.

This heat...rushing up, but down at the same time...from her toes to her head, from her head to her toes, oh God! It was unnatural! Forget she was unnatural, he was unnatural, this was unnatural!

This lust was clouding her mind, this want controlling her body. She was melting into his grasp, willing his fingers to graze her skin, run them up and down her spine, touching her everywhere.

And he knew! He had begun to tease her, touching her so lightly, it bordered on a dream! Her body was going crazy, and she would push herself to him, only to have him tease her more.

The pleasure!

God, it ran like fire, wherever he touched going cold and suddenly searing with heat.

The sweat between them was slick and sweet, like an aphrodisiac, a constant reminder of infinite touches.

Suddenly she felt his touch, soft, but there, on her inner thigh. Were the games over?

She felt his fingers run up, up...up, and she felt him.

He touched her with a familiarity, his fingers knowing every curve from their previous exploration.

Hermione could feel his want, however, like a jolt of electricity through his fingertips as he connected with her.

She began to squirm in agony; his caresses were not enough. She bit into her lip, an old mortal habit, and there was a delicious slice as blood dripped down her chin.

Hermione felt Draco's tongue on her stomach, and arched her back as it traveled up.

She moaned through gritted teeth as his stiffness bumped her thigh.

His tongue trailed up, over her right breast and to her throat but not pausing. He licked her lip, after the slow agony of his tongue's journey and the blood soaked his tongue.

Then he leaned down, onto her, so she could feel all of him. Her breathing was quick as he whispered in her ear, "I am powerless in this intimacy, oh queen."

Hermione's eyes, half closed, shuttered open as she replied, "Not so, good king. I am a mere puppet to your touch."

Quiet whispers...

Were they even spoken?

She couldn't be sure, she hadn't even thought of answering him, and judging by the look he gave her, he thought he was to be silent also. But he leaned in, and it really was forgotten.

He licked her neck, then once again her lip, his saliva leaving a shiny wet trail on her face, like war paint.

He gave a moan, saying with utmost sincerity, "I would give you my blood to drink, my heart to devour." It was low, and almost a growl; guttural and primitive, coming from his throat. But his voice was quick, and he moaned before the finish of his sentence.

Then his tongue met hers in a fierce kiss.

Finally Hermione said, breathlessly, "I would give you my soul!"

Then there was a frenzy.

She was caressing his muscles, his body; and he was touching her curves, her form.

And she knew.

He looked into her eyes, and she felt his strength at the entrance to her core, and slowly he eased in.

Wildfire!

Oh Gods!

The lust!

The feeling!

Suddenly she could no longer control her voice, and she sighed into his hair.

Her back arched again as he pushed himself in completely...immersed.

Her nails dug into his back, and into his shoulders.

He felt her legs, as she wrapped them around his own, and the sounds of her pleasure and the feel of her wetness drove him to madness.

This moment, so pure!

He began a rhythm, slowly...slowly.

Then he was in her again, and he continued.

He paid no more mind to her groans, caught up as he was. His own moans, mingled with hers, reached Hermione's ears.

Finally in the throes of unbearably mounting passion, her already quick breathing became ragged and he felt her tighten around him, her nails digging into the flesh of his back, and her eyes fluttering open.

Her back arched into his chest.

Then she relaxed, her eyes half closed, leaning back into the bed.

Set wild by her pleasure, he gave a last thrust and came, his chin digging into her forehead. He relaxed, feeling drained, and pulled himself from her.

He caressed her face, sinking into the pillows and sheets next to her, and gave her a smile.

She returned it, drowsily, and rolled over into his arms.

They slept.

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Draco awoke to find Hermione sitting on his window in an extra sheet.

She was looking at the night sky, and turned, as though realizing he was awake.

She smiled, and got back into the bed. "It's a full moon." She whispered.

"Yes." He answered.

She inched closer to him, and looked into his eyes. "Ready for another go?" She asked mischievously.

"What about you?" He chuckled, rolling to her once again.

In the light of the Killing Moon, they made love one more time.

But this time, he bit her neck...deep and sweet...the taste of blood.

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The next morning, Hermione got up before Draco again. She went into the bathroom, and did a spell on herself...just to check.

'Okay...green sparks is good...red sparks...think of a plan.'

Her wand began to glow...and for a moment, Hermione thought of stopping and yanking the wand away from her navel.

But when the sparks flew green, she let out a laugh of relief.

She bathed, then came back out wrapped in a red towel. This time Hermione helped herself to Draco's clothes, and began to dress.

"Nice...very nice." Hermione jumped at Draco's voice.

"Don't freak me out like that!" She yelled, turning around.

He laughed and stood up, in his naked glory. Hermione blushed and busied herself with his clothes.

"Why do you like my clothes so much?" Draco asked, as he rummaged for a change for himself.

Hermione shrugged. "Don't know."

Draco laughed again and went to the bathroom to bathe.

Meanwhile, Hermione did her hair and finished pouting on clothes. She was still confused.

"Fuck." She said. But at least her old questions had clear answers...now what about Harry and Ron? Or anything else.

"Me?" Draco asked, coming into the room.

Hermione giggled. "No."

She went into the bathroom, to cover up traces of the night with makeup. Her eyes were slightly tired, so she fixed them up. She still had a wild blush that was to bright to be normal, so she put on some powder. Her lips were a bit plump, but she could explain that by saying she had such a bad dream and she was biting her lip in her sleep. Satisfied, she looked one more time at her face, and went outside into the Common Room. She looked over at Draco, who was slipping his shirt over his head. "Come on. Let's go to breakfast."

"Coming." He followed her out the door and down the hall.

Hermione started blushing, as a question formed in her mind.

Draco noticed.

"What?"

"Nothing..." Hermione said. He persisted. Finally she broke down and asked quietly, stopping in the hallway, "Was it...was I...um, was it..."

"Good?" Draco asked, starting to laugh.

"Um, yes." Hermione said. "Was it?" She began to blush.

"Of course it was!" Draco laughed again. "So, how was I?"

"How do you think?" She gave him a look.

"Now...I was that good?" He gave her a cheeky grin.

She slapped him, but he caught her hand, and pulled her up to him.

She relaxed into his grip.

"Come on...I bet we both agree...that that was a great night...wasn't it?" He said. "Both ways?"

She gave him the look again. "No qualms about it."

They started walking again. "See you later." Hermione said, before splitting up in the Great Hall.

"Yes." He walked away, and she made the usual beeline to Harry and Ron.

She said hello, but received a rather angry reply.

"Don't give us that. What are you doing with him, huh?" Harry said. Ron looked on angrily.

"Whatever do you mean? Malfoy?" She asked, knowing what was coming, and she busied herself with bacon.

"Yes. Him." Ron said snidely.

"Well he's Head Boy."

"So?" They said at the same time.

"So, we need to..." She thought wildly. "...Talk about the ball we might have."

They weren't fooled, but Ginny came walking up and sat down next to her. They turned away.

"Hey 'Mione." Ginny said, glancing at her friend and sitting.

She then did a double take, and Hermione crouched farther into the seat.

"Oh my holy Lord..." Ginny whispered. "You're wearing makeup!"

"So?" She asked, rather like Harry and Ron.

Ginny grabbed her face and looked at it. "You...oh my GOD!" She exclaimed.

Hermione told her to be quiet.

"You had sex!" She said rather softly, but still quite excitedly.

Hermione looked taken aback. "No. NEVER!" She said.

"Yes! Yessss you did!" Ginny was going to blow it.

Hermione scooted Ginny farther down the bench, away from Harry and Ron, who thankfully hadn't heard anything.

She took a deep breath. "Okay...fine."

"YOU DID!" Ginny screeched.

Hermione blushed and started yelling at Ginny to shut up. She complied.

"Yes."

"Well, with who?"

"No one."

"You had sex with yourself?"

"No. I'm...not going to tell."

"Oh come on!"

"Fine. I swear to God, if you tell anyone, even the trees in the Forest, I will chop off your head."

Ginny nodded and crossed her heart.

Hermione took a deep breath. "No. Never mind it. I don't want to tell."

Ginny knew this was the end of the conversation. She gave Hermione a last puppy dog look and started eating her toast and marmalade.

Soon after, the bell to go to classes sounded invisibly in the halls.

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"Granger, Weasley...Brown, Malfoy...Parkinson, Potter. GO TO WORK NOW!" Snape barked.

Hermione walked over to Ron's table, where Harry was leaving. She lugged her back, and dropped it onto the table.

"Hello."

Silence greeted her.

"Okay...so today it's an...iris changing potion?"

Silence.

"Yeah...so that's a yes...I think. Let's see...page four hundred and fifty-six says..." Hermione faded off and read silently while Ron stared at his textbook angrily.

'To allow the changed to be able to view the world, add ten scarab beetle outer shells, two raven feathers, of a raven found sitting in a hawthorn tree in winter, one dragon scale taken from a Chinese Fireball, and the tongue of a blind snake. Steep the scale until it dissolves, and boil the ten beetle shells in a separate cauldron with the feathers until the shells begin to float and the feathers sink. Add them together, and after letting the mixture cool off of the fire, add the tongue, and boil once more until the viscosity of the liquid is that of cream.

'To change the colour of the irises properly into the wished hue, add the following ingredients: a half ounce of ground mineral quartz, a holly berry, one unicorn tail hair, five drops of liquid fire, and one splinter of dragon bone. Boil the bone and hair, then take off the fire and add the berry. When the water is red, and boiling, add the liquid fire, which will make a floating, opalescent covering over the water. Add the mineral, and stir it on the top of the water, mixing with the fire. When most of the liquid fire has been incorporated with the mineral, along with some of the water, and the whole of it has formed into a ball on the rest of the water, scoop it up. Let it dry, and boil it in the first mixture. Add a pigment, made of mineral, and cook.'

Hermione looked up at Ron and he was staring angrily at his book still. So she gathered the ingredients.

"Ron, will you please start boiling the water for the second mixture?"

He complied, and put on some water.

"Thanks."

Hermione separated all of the ingredients and when the water was ready, added them accordingly.

It was rather odd. The mineral floated on a thin oil like layer of liquid fire, and when she stirred it, it chunked into a ball, getting equal parts of fire and red berry water incorporated into it.

She scooped it up and placed it on a tray, which was elevated about a half foot above the table.

"Okay Ron, um, use my cauldron to boil the next batch of water, okay?"

He obeyed reluctantly once more.

Hermione disposed of the water and washed out the first cauldron thoroughly, and then filled it, and started to boil once more.

Hermione boiled the first mixture, and added everything together. After twenty minutes, she added the dry ball of mineral.

The water, which was now thick and pink, turned white.

After the ball melted and was cooked into the potion, she split it evenly.

Ron took his beaker. He added a deep green mineral, and his potion turned the same color.

Hermione went for a deep silver, shiny gray in color. "Bottoms up..." She said, gulping down her liquid.

But it didn't taste as bad as she thought, it was almost...peachy...in flavor.

Ron gulped his down also.

Professor Snape walked by. He checked on them, and gave an approving, but very harsh look.

Ron's eyes suddenly began to change. It flashed quickly once, and then it seemed to seep up from the bottom of his eyes, slowly, like blood, and then it was sucked towards his pupils into the irises, leaving them white and clean.

Hermione too, felt her vision change. Indeed, she saw in gray for a few seconds, and when it stopped, she checked the mirror.

It was rather frightening.

Someone came up behind her, and rather purposefully ran a hand over her thigh. She turned.

The most beautiful violet eyes stared back at her.

She gasped.

"Like them, huh?" Draco said.

Hermione nodded and smiled. "Like mine?"

He grinned. "Silver, eh? Rather...normal?"

"To you." She said, crossing her arms. She looked into the mirror, at him. She turned back to face him, and grabbed his chin in her hand. She pulled his eyelid up and examined his eye.

"What are you doing?" He asked, mildly taken aback...half...something.

"What mineral did you use?" She asked. "I wish I chose it. Voilet is such a lovely color." She sighed. "But I still like my eyes. I mean, your eyes." Hermione added hastily when he gave her a funny look.

She let go of him and turned once more to the mirror. "Oh crap...I gotta go." She walked away, and Draco say Ron and Harry in the mirror, sitting at their desks staring at him, and her.

He went back to Lavender.

Oh he'd just find a way to get back at those two.

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"Whew, is it hot." Hermione said nervously, opening up her robes.

Harry had moved to sit behind her and Ron, and now both were staring at her.

Harry, now with beautiful blue eyes, was just as angry as Ron.

"Yes...very hot." She said, for some reason confused.

The bell rang.

Hermione shot up, eager to be away from the tension which left her feeling drained and horrified and lost, and grabbed her items, ready to escape to her bed.

Or maybe Draco's, for that matter.

She smiled to herself, rushing out the door, not waiting for anyone.

Hey, it wasn't a bad idea.

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Okay, okay...so it wasn't that good for all of you who don't go for sex. Too bad. Read a different chapter. But oh well. I'm hoping to get the next one up after spring break, which is a week long. My modem is broken, so I have to upload at school and will have to wait till next Monday. So I'll work over break. I'm really tired and I need to beta read V's stuff before she tries to stab me.

Many chapter beginnings in this one, but I'm sure that you MUST realize where I'm going with this.

And I told Tye to add a few twists, but that BIG one in there, I'm sure you know what it is because IT SO WOULD NOT happen, but that I told her to put.

Basically, this will be fluffier than I thought...goddamit.

Okay bye.

Don't forget, ask and leave your email if you want me to tell you when I'm posting.

It's been like five days since I started this chap, by the way.

And, muchos thanks to Tye for writing more than half that chapter. I told her to try to write like me, as best she could, but I don't really know if she succeeded. Oh well, because when I finish this fic I'm going to rewrite the whole thing so it has no mistakes and less holes. This is just a baby fic. It'll grow up.

Okay now bye.