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A/N: I want to thank all of you reviewers out there! You all are awesome! Not one flame yet! Ok, let me say this straight up. If any of you have or will read the LOTR fic "The Ranger Aragorn" by BigRon4000, no flames please. He's had to put up with a lot of BS from a lot of you. I love you all but, this is my brother, so please…if you don't like it, fine, but u don't have to be such retards over it. Please and thank you! R&R peeps! Here we go!

Chapter 10

Hermione had been in Flourish and Blott's for almost an hour when Draco reappeared.

"What did you need?" Hermione asked, curiously.

"Something for dad, you know him. He's forever making me do his errands, less obvious that way," Draco explained. "Well, I guess we should be getting back to our rooms."

"Yeah, I guess," Hermione answered.

The two lovebirds, walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, holding hands and whispering about the moon and it's stars. When they finally reached Hermione's room door, Hermione began to get out her key, but Draco stopped her.

"Don't you want to come visit with me a while?" Draco asked.

"Oh, c'mon Draco. I know all you wanna do it fool around," Hermions said smiling.

'Maybe, but only if you agree," Draco answered back. Oh, boy. They were flirting, this could get feisty.

"Well, I guess so. But don't try nothing you know I won't like," Hermione teased.

Draco smiled. Her unlocked his door, and lead Hermione to his couch.

"So," he said.

"So," she said.

"Well, we can do one of two things. We could either sit here and flirt all night, acting like we aren't going to make out, or we could just make out," Draco said. It was hilarious how direct he was.

Hermione suddenly felt a thrill run through her body. Omisgosh. She wanted to make out. She had just ran away from her most favorite place in the world, and now, she was sitting in a hotel room, wanting to make out with her boyfriend. Weird. Oh well.

'I think that you would like choice number two, and the scary thing is," Hermione said, getting up and sitting back down on Draco's lap. "That I do, too.

Draco looked up and smiled at her. She placed her arm around his neck, looked deeply into his eyes, and leaned forward. They pressed their lips together with such excitement, such exhilaration, but no matter how much Hermion's body wanted it, she would not lose her virginity now. She was too young and had strong feelings about her first time. She was waiting until she was older. Draco knew that.

After a few moments of simple kissing, Hermione felt Draco's tongue slither into her mouth. It made her jump a little jump.

"You liked that," Draco whispered.

"Maybe," she answered.

Draco did it again. And again. Then Hermione realized that he was doing all the work. When his tongue entered her mouth, and slowly began to massage her throat and the inside of her mouth, she awoke her tongue, and kind of, made their tongues dance together. Draco grunted. "Arrgh."

"Oh, and you liked that," Hermione teased.

Hermione leaned her neck back, stared at the ceiling and closed her eyes, as Draco began to caress her neck with kisses. Hermione was in heaven. She loved this. She began to press her torso into his, as she did several more times, but then, a feeling of extreme exhaustion overcame her. She needed to sleep.

"Draco, Draco, stop."

"Are you alright?" He asked, eyes full of concern.

"Oh yeah, of course, I'm just really tired. Can I go to bed?" Hermione asked in a flirtatious whiney voice.

"Sure," Draco told her.

Hermione lifted herself up from Draco, and headed for the door, Draco following her.

"That was fun, hope to do it again soon," Draco said, opening the door.

"Maybe, we'll just have to see, won't we?" Hermions smiled. She loved this man. She really, really did.

The two exchanged a rather long good night kiss, before Hermione headed down the hallway to her own room. When she was in, she didn't even bother taking her clothes off, she jumped right into bed, and fell soundly asleep. The nights events were playing in her head over and over. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

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