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Sorry this took so frigging long to get up, you guys. I've been sick and at the same time we've been redoing my room, plus a minor case of writer's block...it should be better now :-P

Ch 7

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"Mr. Malfoy." Draco heard Snape behind him, hidden in a shadow in the common room. He turned around. Damn, he didn't have time for this. He was fucking tired.

"What?"

Snape's eyes narrowed. "I have some things to discuss with you."

"I'm tired. It can wait."

"No, I'm afraid it can't."

Draco sighed heavily, and stared stonily at his Head of House.

"Malfoy, Miss Parkinson is worrying me lately."

"You too, huh?" Draco said innocently. He was the master at lying.

"Yes..." Snape studied him. "She seems to have had her memory modified. Now, whyever would that be?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Snape's eyes didn't leave Draco's. "Fine then, Malfoy. Off to bed."

Draco turned away and headed for his dorm, a slight smile on his lips.

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Hermione avoided Harry's eyes at breakfast the next day, and Ron knew something was up.

"What's going on between you two today?"

"Nothing!" they chimed in unison.

"Whoa, alright, calm down." he bit into a sausage.

She looked furtively over at Harry, but he didn't meet her eyes.

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"Gods, Hermione...you're so wonderful..." Draco moaned into her ear as she bent to kiss him. There was a little change in the routine today, and Hermione felt like she should be the master sometime. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord, Draco's rising to meet them. There was a rhythm they had going, some carnal pulsing that only served to arouse them both more. Draco had woken up a million times it seemed with a burning need to have her, to kiss her and touch her. It blew his mind.

Her nipples brushed against his face, beige and stiff. He moaned throatily to her, and she gave a little moan back as he filled her, and then emptied her, and began the cycle over again. The sheets became damp with their sweat, and Draco's perfectly styled hair was all over the place. She loved it like that. Draco decided in the midst of it all that he wanted to take her forcefully, and not even skipping a beat, flipped her over with his strong arms, and began to slide in and out a little quicker. Their lovemaking was erratic, the kisses going from passionate and hard to gentle and soft, and Dracos cock seemed first eager to pound her and then caress her inside, and both of their hands went all over each other. With hearts pounding a million miles an hour and moans resounding in each other's ears, Draco came in one slow, fluid thrust as her walls tightened around him.

"Fuck." Draco collapsed next to her, his cock slowly lowering into its residence of soft blond curls.

"Yes indeed." Hermione blew a golden brown lock of hair away from her face.

"Let's do it again."

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"Hermione." Harry looked furious. A week had passed now, and Hermione was meeting Draco regularly. Unfortunately, she'd been coming back rather late, and sometimes missed breakfast.

"Yes?" she had just came into the common room for a quick shower before meeting Draco, and Harry, standing with his arms crossed and chest out, blocked her way to her dorm.

"End it."

"End what?"

"You know what." his voice had an intimidating tone to it.

"Why?"

"Because I'm fucking sick of hiding things from Ron. Every time he's asked me why you've missed breakfast or something, I've had to come up with excuses!"

"Listen, Harry, I'm sorr-"

"I'm sick of it!" Harry seemed like he'd been holding this in for a damn long time. "I'm lying to my best friend for you! Telling him lies while you FUCK DRACO MALFOY!" he hissed the last three words, his green eyes flashing menacingly.

"Harry, listen, if Ron ever found out-"

"YOU KNOW WHY HE'D BE MORE UPSET THAN ME?! YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING CLUE, HERMIONE?!" he hissed this too, not wanting to let the whole common room in on this.

"No. Why?"

"He fucking likes you! And me, knowing that you're fucking our enemy, the one who's put death threats on us and who's FUCKING FATHER TRIED TO MURDER ME, I've kept it all secret. For you, because you're supposed to be my other best friend. And I'm not going to lie to Ron anymore."

"Please Harry, don't tell him-" Hermione was stunned by the news. She knew Ron liked her...but like that?

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because you promised you wouldn't." a ton of bricks had just been dropped in her stomach, and Hermione felt tears in her eyes.

"I can't do this anymore, Hermione. Not to Ron. If you're going to do this, I...I..." Harry screwed his face up against the wail of frustration building in his throat. "I won't be able to be your friend anymore."

He turned and ran out of the portrait hole as a single tear dripped down Hermione's cheek.