Disclaimer: I think I am blessed not to be J.K. Rowling. I couldn't come up with the plot lines like she does.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* As soon as dinner was finished, Hermione scurried off, mumbling something about Draco, assignment and meeting somewhere. Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged. "Why'd she meet anywhere with that.that.that thing?" Ron asked. "I have absolutely no idea!" Harry exclaimed, still staring after Hermione. Meanwhile, Hermione was walking down to the big double doors that led to the grounds. She thought as she strode, wondering what she was going to say. As she went around the curve of the Quidditch pitch, and the oak tree came into view a cold hand brushed her hair. Hermione spun around and saw no one. She frowned and turning back, kept going to the tree. She sat down and waited and the cold hand moved up her leg, its fingernail scraping her smooth skin. It wound up her chest and rolled across her lips, sending shivers down her spine. It started again at her feet but when it reached her chest, it peeled off her robes. Shrinking back into the tree, it wriggled its hand up her skirt and groped her thigh and waist. She shrieked but it almost disintegrated her skirt and kept sliding up her top. It snapped her bra and fondled everything that was hidden under her top. Hermione screamed and kicked and grabbed her robes. Wrapping it around herself, she screamed again. Heavy footsteps were heard and Draco appeared. He stopped and stared, then ran over to Hermione. He embraced her in a hug and Hermione burst into tears. Draco rocked her slightly, trying desperately to calm her down. She started sobbing and Draco rubbed her back, a little queasy because he was cradling a Mudblood and he wasn't the last to admit that he was the best at calming someone down. "Hermione? What.what happened?" he murmured in her ear. "This.this.this thing started g-g-groping me a-a-and I freaked," Hermione whispered. Draco was dumbfounded. She might be a Mudblood but he didn't know anyone so low as to grope someone else. He stroked Hermione's back and her robes dropped slightly, revealing her naked legs, white underwear and bare front - apart from her white school top. Draco picked up the threads of her skirt and waved his wand. They scattered and whirled, and then wove each other back into a skirt. Draco slid it over Hermione's legs, explaining what he was doing so she would freak out at him. He repaired her skimpy bra and replaced that too, Hermione being careful not to reveal anything to her arch - enemy. Draco knew that she wouldn't be too crash hot on him so he understood why she was playing safe. He also knew that she was pretty scared and wouldn't really trust him. He wrapped his arms around her from the back, slightly higher that her stomach but enough that she felt comforted. She leant her head on one of his arms and he gave her a back rub. Hermione groaned as the pain from her back and worry was eked out of her. Every now and then, Draco would kiss her neck and when he finished she turned around. "You're not b-bad," she told him. "Yeah, well, you're pretty tense," he replied. Hermione glanced at her folded legs but not missing Draco's stomach on the way down. Even through his shirt, Hermione could still tell that he was a muscle machine and that he was obviously rippling. She trained her eyes to watch her feet and she could feel Draco staring at her. It unnerved her and eventually she looked up. "What?" she asked. "You know Hermione, you are so obviously wanting something it's painful to watch," he said, staring at her. "What do you mean?" she responded timidly. "You want to see something I have, it's obvious. Here," he answered, rolling up his shirt. Hermione gasped at the stomach that he had displayed. It showed muscles, oh my it showed muscles, but it also showed scars and purple bruising. She wanted to touch it but restrained herself, she wanted to see what was wrong. He seemed to read her thoughts for he said: "I don't bite." Draco grasped her hand and brought it to his stomach, letting her feel it. She followed the bumps and ridges of his muscles and lightly dotted her fingers over his scars. The bruises she looked at Draco for. "How.how did you get this?" she whispered. "Father," Draco replied shortly, as if that explained everything. "But.how did he do it?" "Well, the muscles I built up to punch back at him. The scars, well they're from curses and knives, operations and other things. The bruises are from.from." he paused, as if it was hurtful to talk about. "The bruises are from internal bleeding that never healed properly." Hermione glanced at him, shocked at his honesty. He sat back, lying down in the shade of the tree, concealing his face from the moon, and Hermione. Hermione ran her hand back over his bruises and bent her head, studying them closer. She touched them lightly and licked her finger, applying a little wetness. He breathed in deep, the top part of his chest rose and fell sharply. She kissed one bruise and a scar and Draco stroked her hair. "So, why were you cruel in potions?" he asked. Hermione giggled because this was the reason they had met. "Well, I was wondering about our relationship." Hermione began. "Mmm? What about it?" "What would happen if Harry and Ron found out? They'd murder me and then use the same blade on you!" she finished. "I have enough cuts and bruises! Sorry, so what are you telling me?" Draco got to the point. "Well, I can tell them, it wouldn't go down too well. Continue on without them knowing, but if they found out they'd freak or I can let this go like a fling, but.but I don't think I can," Hermione sobbed. Draco sat up and brought Hermione up to his side. "You know Hermione, you know how guys' minds' work?" Hermione shook her head. "Well, in most cases, they work in the opposite to how they feel. For example, I tease you and mock you and bully you, etc. etc. but deep down I love you. You sure that Harry and Ron don't like me?" Hermione thought, then shook her head again. "Then you either tell them or continue in silence. Can I tell you a secret? You won't tell anyone?" he whispered. Hermione nodded and he continued. "Well, I was at a train station, see. There was this really pretty girl with flyaway brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. However, I found out she was a Muggle born, a Mudblood. I knew my father would never approve so I set about looking like I hated her and her friends. Then, one day, I confessed my feelings. This followed that." he said. Hermione closed her eyes and she felt the rush of adrenaline as she felt two warm lips pressed against hers. A hand went through her hair and pulled her closer. The other snaked around her waist. Hermione sunk into him and Draco took off his cloak, grumbling he was hot. He laid back down again Hermione felt herself pressed against him. She ran her hand over his stomach and felt him break out in a sweat. She left her robe on, as it covered her and him on top of each other. Draco was feeling tighter and tighter. He could hardly breathe and his arm around Hermione's waist on the outside of her cloak had moved to skin. Her cool skin was comforting against his heat and his hand strayed down her underwear. All at once, everything let go and the tightness decreased. He breathed and Hermione pulled away from his mouth. He opened his eyes and told her he was fine with them, or she must have seen something in them for them because her hands slid over his stomach again and she kissed it some more times. He broke out in another sweat and the tightness resumed. Hermione, he knew now, was agony. She enjoyed every minute of exploring and he knew that she was winding him up. She twirled her fingers through his hair and straddled his waist, her skirt and bra still on. "Tight yet?" she muttered. Draco cringed slightly at the climax of what he was at and Hermione took it as a yes. She smiled with satisfaction and fiddled with his belt, licking the buckle and teasing him. She slowly undid his zipper of his trousers and took them off. His legs were wet and sweating, his face contorted with pain, chest rising and falling rapidly. Hermione glided her hands down his left leg and back up his right. It played across his boxer shorts, and to tease him, picked up the elastic and dropped it again. Hermione was enjoying it so much she couldn't stop. "Please." Draco gasped. "Please? Please stop? Go? Please you? Play but not go? Kiss you? Please is not a good word, Draco," she giggled. He gasped a little more and tried to speak. "Please.please get.on.with.it." "Get on with what, Draky?" she said like a delinquent. "Stop.teasing." he muttered. "Get.on.with.me." "Oh, don't worry. I'll do that. You'll be on a roller coaster by the time I'm finished!" she whispered in his ear. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* A/N: Ok, um.sorry everyone. A little wild and graphic? Yeah, I thought so too.Well I can tell you that this does not continue next chapter and the rating will most likely go up and that as much as Draco gets so wound up, Hermione lets him go and gets dressed and cleaned up. The next chapter will involve Draco in a bad mood when he gets back to his common room, Hermione taking a shower and totally stressing out and Harry and Ron suspicious at all the time Hermione is spending with Draco on the 'assignment'.

Sorry for the major flame in this chapter, I don't know where it came from but.well, most flames will be put out with water but I needed to have a confrontation and a bit of teasing. I can pretty much promise you (I think) that this will never happen again. They just slowly begin to let things slip and then everybody realises. Hee hee. It'll be fun at Hogwarts over the next couple of weeks (i.e. chapters) and when Hermione said that Draco will be on a roller coaster, let me lick my lips and say she was on the right tracks.

Anyway!

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