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Warning: I suppose it would be about time that the story lives up to its R rating, so I should probably warn you: This chapter features a sex scence"

A/N: I am terribly sorry and ashamed that I haven't updated this story before now. I hope you can forgive me and that you'll still read and review this chapter. Speaking of reviewing, thank you so much for all your reviews!

Chapter Seven – The Room of Requirement

'I can't believe they won,' thought Hermione while watching her appearance in the mirror infront of her. She had decided she was going to wear a black skirt and a red, long sleeved blouse for her little date with Draco.

She found herself making an extra effort to look good. She wasn't quite sure why, it wasn't like she wanted to look good for him. It wasn't like she actually cared about what he thought of her. Right.

When it came to her hair, she used a spell to make it curl nicely. At last she stood infront of the mirror and felt quite satisfied with the result. "Makes you want to make an extra effort more often," muttered she to herself and smiled.

She was starting to feel butterflies in her stomach, because she wasn't quite sure what exactly was going to happen with Draco or why he had even bothered to 'ask' her out, well it wasn't like he actually asked her out, more like told her to show up, well forced her actually.

"I'm really going to go through with this, aren't I?" she said to herself on her way down the corridors to the library. A little voice inside her reminded her of how Ron would react if he found out about what she was about to do, but Hermione simply ignored that voice. 'He's not going to find out!' she thought.

Hermione reached the library and entered. No one was in there, it seemed, there was so quite. She glanced over at the windows and noticed that the sun was about to set.

"He better not be late!" said Hermione under her breath to herself.

"Oh don't worry, Granger," said a voice behind her and made her start, "I'm never late." Hermione turned around and saw Draco standing there, not far from her.

"Well good," said Hermione and glared at Draco. He, too, wasn't wearing his school robes, no, instead he was wearing a pair of black pants and a black blouse that appeared to be Kashmir. His hair wasn't slicked back, like it usually was, instead it was loose and messy. 'Okay, just admit it, Hermione, he looks absolutely gorgeous!' thought she, 'Well, except for that smirk attached on his face.'

"Well, well, Granger. If my eyes aren't betraying me, you practically look civilized," said Draco and his smirk grew even wider and there was something about the look in his eyes that gave Hermione an ominous feeling.

"Look, Malfoy, I didn't come here to listen to your pathetic insults!" said Hermione.

"Now, now. No need to get offended. If you didn't notice it was actually a compliment," said Draco. Still smirking.

"Then you really need to learn a lot about socializing with women and proper behavior around other decent humans!" said Hermione, speaking very fast. Draco simply laughed at this.

"Well, if you didn't show up to listen to 'my pathetic insults', then why did you show up?" said Draco.

"Um, because you told me to!" said Hermione, she was starting to get angry. What was he playing at? Why was he asking her this?

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Well, you didn't have to come if you didn't want to," said he and looked a little hurt. Hermione was confused.

"That wasn't the impression I was under," said Hermione, "You practically forced me to show up or perhaps I misunderstood something?"

"Yeah, yeah. The important thing is that you're here and I'm here. Now if you're done talking, can we go?" said Draco.

"Er.. go? Where to?" said Hermione who Draco had gotten very confused by this point.

"Somewhere else than here!" said Draco impatiently. Then he grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her out the library and out in the corridor.

"Hey, hey, ouch! Let go!" said Hermione, but Draco didn't let go of her, he only loosened his grip a little, but kept pulling her along. Hermione tried to keep up, Draco was walking so fast. 'What's with the rush?' she thought.

Soon she found herself standing a very familiar place on the seventh floor. Draco had just let her go from his grip and was now standing with his hand over his mouth, muttering something. Then he walked back and forth infront of the wall three times. A door appeared out of no where.

"But how did you know?" asked Hermione surprised.

"Oh, don't think you and your stupid club are the only ones in this school who knows of this room," said Draco and smirked.

They kept staring at each other for a little while, but then Draco opened the door and gestured for Hermione to enter first. She did, surprised by Draco suddenly showing manners.

When Hermione entered she saw a beautiful room, despite the fact that it was decorated in the Slytherin colours. There was a grand table in the middle of the room set for a dinner for two. Several places around the room there was candles lit and a few vases with fresh flowers. In one corner there was a large four poster bed similar to the ones in the dormitories. Hermione turned around and looked sceptical at Draco.

Draco closed the door behind them and turned to look at Hermione. He smirked when he saw her expression.

"Impressive, isn't it?" said Draco proud.

"Yeah.." replied Hermione.

"I'm not sure what you want to do first.. Eat? Sit down and talk? Or?" said Draco.

"Talking sounds nice," said Hermione and smiled slightly at Draco.

He gestured for her to sit down on a green sofa that appeared in another corner. Soon they were both settled on the sofa and Draco and herself were in a deep conversation about their favourite subjects at Hogwarts. Hermione admired Draco's abilities in a conversation, she had never imagined that she'd be able to have such a interesting conversation with him, well she'd never imagined herself having a decent conversation with him at all, but there they were talking as if they had been friends forever. Hermione admitted she quite enjoyed herself, and that Draco was quite…human and attractive, underneath his repulsive facade.

After a while they continued to the dining table to eat. Hermione noticed how Draco kept glancing over at her while they ate and she couldn't help, but to blush a little.

After dinner they went back to the sofa to talk some more. This time Draco sat closer to Hermione, so close that she could feel the warmth of his body. She watched him while he talked. How he kept looking at her and how his lips moved, how his lovely, pink lips moved. She wanted to touch them, to kiss them. Her heart started racing, when she found herself staring at them.

Draco casually put his arm around her and this made Hermione's heart race even more, but she enjoyed being this close to him. She wanted him to go further and as if Draco had read her mind, he stopped talking and with his other hand he brushed a wisp of her hair behind her ear. Hermione held her breath, as he moved his hand down her cheek towards her lips. His thumb touched her lip and for a second they had eye contact, and then Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione seethed with desire and felt herself being consumed by the taste of him. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair, messing it even more up and then she put her arms around his neck. Draco's hand slid down her side and pulled her closer, still intensely kissing.

Hermione moaned when he trailed kisses down her neck and sucked slightly on her collar.

Draco's hands went inside her blouse and he pulled it over her head and off. Then he continued his trail of kisses down her chest. One of his hands found its way to her back and he unlocked her bra, revealing her swollen breasts. He gently kissed her nipples, making her moan once again. He had his one hand on her thigh and he now began to move it in circles, moving up under her skirt, decreasing the distance to the deep wetness between her legs. He was there. With a smooth movement, he pulled her panties off, exposing her flower. He teased her for a while, then he went inside her with a couple of fingers. He started pleasuring her and he could hear her breath becoming faster and faster. Once or twice Draco looked up to see her face. Her face was a bit flushed from the heat between them and her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. It wasn't long before Hermione came, "Draacooo…" she moaned and writhed under the weight of Draco's body and her pupils widened. Draco kissed her once more, then allowed her to catch her breath again.

Hermione sat up straight and fixed her clothes.

They sat, not moving, in silence for a while. Awkward silence. Draco was the first to speak.

"Bet you've never tried that before," he said.

Hermione looked at him and saw that he was smiling, she had expected him to be smirking, but he was actually smiling. She liked it when he smiled. He looked so much better with a smile upon his face, instead of his arrogant smirk. But it was true, she had never tried that before, since Ron and her had only be together once., and it had been completely different. Draco was definitely experienced, not that Hermione was surprised, that was only what you could expect with all the Slytherin girls being all over him all the time.

"Well.." she said and blushed, "I haven't." She smiled and her eyes met his grey eyes.

"You deserve so much better," said Draco, suddenly serious. Hermione didn't know how to react.

"You really do. Those blokes don't see you for who you really are," he continued. Hermione got up and walked over to the window. It was completely dark outside.

"You know I'm right, Hermione, they don't appreciate you. All they see is a Know-It-All, who can do their homework and help out when they're in trouble," said Draco. Tears were starting to gather in Hermione's eyes and she was glad Draco couldn't see her face. She couldn't help, but to feel somewhere deep down that some of his words were true and this kept her from defending her friends and her boyfriend.

"You're so much more than that, and I see that," he said and Hermione could hear that he had also gotten up from the sofa and was on his way over to her.

He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them gently. She turned around and found herself pressing her lips against his. Not gentle as he had kissed her before, but more rough and desperate.

When she finally let go of him again, he simply smiled compassionately at her.

"Come on, I'll walk you to your common room," he said kindly. Hermione nodded and Draco put his arm around her and lead her out of the Room of Requirement and through the corridors to the Gryffindor common room.

Outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione told Draco she had had a lovely evening and Draco said that they could do it again anytime and then he kissed her goodnight and left her, making his way back to his own common room.

"Wild at heart," was the password Hermione said to the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open and allowed Hermione to enter. The common room appeared to be empty and Hermione couldn't wait to be back in her room and go through the events of the day, but half way across the common room, Hermione stopped when she heard someone speak.

"Had a nice evening?" said a voice full of hatred. Hermione, who had been looking at her feet now looked up and saw someone sitting in a armchair over by the fireplace. It was Ron and the parchment in his hands appeared to be Harry's Marauders Map.

'Damn!' thought Hermione.

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