Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would fly to the moon.

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Poor Harry thought Hermione as she brushed her hair, it must be really tough for him, no family except for the Dursleys and Voldemort trying to kill him. How horrible that man must be, how nasty, he must not have a kind bone in his body Hermione thought to herself, disgusting person!

She turned to look at herself in the mirror; a plain young girl stared back at her. She had to look special, special for Tim.

Hermione searched her draws there, had to be something there, finally she found a silver butterfly hair clip with blue jewels set in it. She also changed from her usual black school robes to robes the colour of deep blue. Hermione stared at her reflection again, her hair was slightly coming out of her clip and robes hung clinging to her curves, she seemed to look older although there was not much change since she had last looked.

Oh, well it'll have to do she thought to herself. She sprayed on some body spray and made her way out of the Griffindor common room; luckily no one saw her leave.

Hermione made her way quietly to the room of requirement trying not to attract any attention.

She found the door, it had a big brass handle this time, she opened the door and gazed at the sight in front of her eyes.

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'MALFOY!!! MALFOY!!!!!' Bellowed the fearsome voice. 'Malfoy!!!!!!!!!!'

The door flew open and in Malfoy rushed tripping over his robes in his haste.

'I am here master' he cried as he flung himself down to the ground next to his master's feet.

'Get up' sneered the voice. 'Is it ready?'

'Yes my lord' said Malfoy handing him a small purple bottle. '3 drops should do it'.

'Fine' answered his master.

'My Lord?'

'Yes.'

'Be, be gentle with her, tell how much you like her, and compliment her hair, clothes…'

'I get the idea Malfoy' said the voice. 'And that is exactly what I intend to do'

'Good luck' whispered Malfoy.

'I do not need luck' spat the voice and with a small pop was gone.

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'Oh my!' exclaimed Hermione.

In the middle of the room of requirement there was a big four poster bed, with a deep red duvet cover and numerous gold pillows. A large fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the candles that were situated around the room flickered by a mysterious draft.

Tim walked up to her and pulled her away from the door and shut it firmly behind Hermione. Tim placed a goblet of wine in Hermione's hand which he was not holding.

'Drink' he said simply.

Hermione continued to gaze around the room in awe and slowly raised the goblet to her lips and drank its contents.

Tim led Hermione over to the bed.

'You look beautiful' he said as they next to each other on the expanse of red. 'The butterfly in your hair is lovely.'

Hermione didn't know what to say, she had never been this flattered before.

Tim pushed her down on the bed and they began to undress. It was the most wonderful thing that Hermione had ever experienced before; it felt as thought all her nerve endings were on fire. Tim's body moulded against hers perfectly and heat radiated from both of them.

It was perfect, wonderful even. Hermione didn't want it to stop, but as all good things do it came to an end.

She fell asleep in Tim's arms.

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'Mmmmmmmmm', Hermione murmured as she turned over half asleep.

She was all warm and cosy and there was a delicious smell in the air. Hermione opened her eyes and gazed into magnificent green ones. Tim was holding her naked body to his. He smiled at her.

'Glad to see you're awake, the house elves have bought us breakfast in bed!'

Hermione sat up and looked at the fest in front of her.

'Wow' she muttered.

'Yes' said Tim grinning at her. 'But first clothes!'

Hermione suddenly realised how exposed she was and began to look for her robes.

'Here' said Tim. He handed her some robes of lilac and some rather skimpy under wear. Hermione stared, surely he didn't ant her to wear that! But obviously he did as his hand was still out stretched ready for her to take it.

Tim got changed into some black robes and Hermione got changed into the robes that he had given her. Hermione felt much more secure now that she had clothes on but the underwear was very uncomfortable.

Tim reached over and kissed her gently on the lips.

'Eat.' He said. And Hermione reached for a piece of toast. 'Did you enjoy last night Hermione?'

Hermione looked into his eyes and felt swept up with emotion.

'Oh, yes. It was wonderful' she replied.

'I take it that it was your first time' asked Tim. Hermione was taken aback, what did he mean by that, was he saying that she was inexperienced or that it wasn't as special to him as it was to her because he had done it plenty of times? Tim seemed to be waiting for an answer.

'Yes' said Hermione abruptly. 'The breakfast is very nice'.

'Yes I know' said Tim. 'I'm glad your first time was with me'.

Hermione didn't know how to reply to that so they ate in silence.

'Well, I'd better go' murmured Hermione. 'Classes' she offered as a way of explanation.

'Of course' said Tim standing up. 'We'd better get going'. Hermione reached the door and was about to go out. 'Are you free this Saturday' Tim called after her. Hermione turned and smiled.

'Yes'.

'I'll send you a letter by owl, with a time and place' said Tim 'and Hermione.'

'Yes?'

'Do you love me?'

Hermione stared at him, she wanted to say yes more than anything, but there would be nothing to be gained by lying.

'I'll see you on Saturday Tim' she said as she left the room.

Tim sat down on the bed and glared.

'WHY CAN'T SHE JUST LOVE ME???????????' He bellowed at a china figurine before smashing it in the fire place.

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