A/N: This is just a small sample of what's to come, MUFUFAFA.

(Is that even how you spell that? Gosh I'm pathetic, oh well if that does not work there's still Hehehehe!)

Disclaimer: these characters belong to J.K. Rowling

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Not trusting her voice Hermione nodded.

'Just great,' she thought to her self.

The way back to Hermione's room usually took ten minutes, today it felt like ten hours.

When they arrived at the portrait of the cowboy wizard, Hermione turned around awkwardly not knowing what to say.

"Well thanks I better get going. I have to change for dinner."

"I . umm . wanted to thank you for earlier on today, when Dumbledore announced that me and Sirius were father and son. It was so silent."

"Me and Harry had figured it out earlier that that was how people might react, so our plan was to make as much noise as possible so that people were no longer focusing on you or Sirius. I wanted to thank you too. It helped a lot having another person at the study group who knew what they were talking about."

"Oh, that wasn't a problem. Umm . Hermione you know I'm not the big bad wolf everybody thinks I am."

"I know. Draco I never thought you were evil, I just thought you were misguided."

There was another awkward silence.

Draco spoke first; "I . umm . ah . oh forget this!"

With that said Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and pulled her in for a crushing kiss.

Hermione quickly threw caution to the wind and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, while twining her fingers with his blonde hair.

Their kiss was hard, but passionate.

Draco couldn't believe how passionate Hermione was.

Not that he thought she was cold, it's just he didn't want to get his hopes up, she was a teachers pet for Merlin's sake! Her lips were soft and when she opened her mouth for air, Draco took advantage of the opening and plunged his tongue into the moist cave.

'Damn, she taste's like brown sugar,' Draco thought to himself as their tongues danced the age-old song of mating.

Both of them were fighting for control of the other tongue, when Draco got frustrated and lowered his hands that had been resting on her hips down to her ass, pulling her against his hardness that was about to burst through his pants.

When Draco leaned into the kiss Hermione was forced up against the wall, sandwiching her between a hard muscular body and a hard stone wall.

Damn. Draco had been rock hard half the afternoon, right now wasn't helping.

Hermione's breasts pushing against his chest.

Her stomach cradling his erect cock.

Her arms wrapped around his neck.

Their tongue's battling.

Her hands pulling his hair, trying to pull them closer together.

Damn, if Draco died now he would die a happy man.

Reluctantly pulling his mouth away form hers, deciding that the need for air was very important or one of them was going to pass out.

Leaning his forehead against hers, Draco thought back to the time they had spent together at the library.

When Draco had shown up a half-hour late for the study group Hermione was already leaning over Neville giving him advice on an assignment.

The school uniform did little to hide her curvaceous form.

At that moment Draco had been seriously considered writing a complaint to the school board on the indecency of the girls school uniform.

The whit button up top only acted as a second skin outlining her breasts.

The kilt she wore showed too much of her long legs.

Dammit Draco didn't want every male in the school looking at his girl . Whoa when did Hermione become 'his girl.'

But Draco didn't even need to think he knew the exact moment Hermione became 'his girl.'

Draco had started calling Hermione 'his girl' ever since that night when she had tied him up and made him tell her what was bothering him.

Shaking his head and again looking for Hermione who had left Neville's side to go and get a book from the top shelf.

Hermione wasn't short but she did need to get on her tiptoes to reach the book she needed.

And all that did was pull her shirt tighter against her chest.

Draco had to admit the Neville was smarter then he looked.

Draco decided that he would help the guys with their work so that they didn't get a chance to look down Hermione's shirt every time she bent over to help them.

But that probably didn't stop them from fanaticizing each time she licked her lips or every time she tossed her hair that had gotten in her way.

Laughing slightly at the memory, Draco decided that his current train of thought wasn't going to help him breath easier.

After they had both gotten they're breathing back to normal; there was another awkward silence.

Pulling away so that she'd have some more room to think.

Draco tried to look into her eyes, but she kept them lowered.

"Hermione I'm sorry I shouldn't have -"

Draco was quickly shut up when Hermione placed to fingers on his lips.

"Sorry Draco I have no regrets."

Unwrapping herself from Draco's arms was the hardest thing Hermione had ever done; this is where she felt safe.

Hermione bent down and picked up her bag, which she had dropped earlier so that she could wrap her arms more easily around Draco's neck.

Quietly saying the password to the stunned cowboy Hermione turned around one last time to say, "See you at dinner, Draco."

The portrait shut softly behind her, leaving behind a grinning idiot named Draco.

Snapping out of his trance Draco bent down picked up his bag and walked the ten steps to the portrait of a pirate that was his entrance and went inside.

Neither Hermione nor Draco had noticed that three pairs of eyes had been watching the whole time.