Chapter 4

Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns everything. I own nothing.

A/N I wrote this one meaning to go after chapter one, but I think it was gay to have it that soon so there might be some weird references or confusing moments. Bear with me.

Draco woke up in a hot sweat. Damn Granger, can't even keep her out of my dreams. He sat up in bed a let his eyes adjust. Nearly 2. After the past few days, he was incapable of keeping her out of his mind. Her brown hair, her deep brown eyes, not to mention her plain curves. He'd never been attracted to that type of girl before, but now it's all he thinks about. He noticed he was a little hard and decided to head to the bathroom to finish the job.

A/N: I'm so dirty. For those who are unaware like me, I've only heard them talk about bathrooms outside of the dorms.

Hermione layed in bed. Dear God, it must be atleast 2. She stood up and put on slippers to head to the bathroom.

Hermione made her way down through the corridor and out the picture to the washroom. She got to the door, opened it, and went bright red.

"SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR!" Hermione stepped inside and shut the door. Malfoy hurried up and zipped his pants up.

"Ahh!" Realizing that she shut herself INSIDE the washroom she turned around and reached for the handle. "Open! OPEN!" The handle wouldn't budge.

"Would you PLEASE leave?"

"The door won't open. Do you think I WANT to be in here?" Draco stomped over and shook the handle furiously. Laughter came from the other side.

"Peeves?" Draco shouted.

"No that's NOT Peeves, it's Doby."

Doby isn't that my old house elf.

"Alohamora" The door didn't budge. "He must have some sort of charm on it."

"Obviously. Dammit. Why the hell are you in here?"

"This IS the designated Gryffindor bathroom, so why are YOU in here."

"There was someone in the Slytheryn washroom and the boys Gryffindor was locked." He slammed his head against the door and slid down it. What the hell was I thinking? Why didn't I think of the girl's Slythern washroom?

"So you come here? To-to do...THAT? In HERE?"

"Well I wasn't bloody going to do it in a room with Crabbe and Goyle!" An awkward silence fell between the two. Hermione slid against the door next to Draco. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"We could...talk." Hermione suggested sheepishly.

"About?"

"Don't play dumb."

"Oh, right. I don't know what you're talking about." Draco stood up and went across the room and sat. Bad idea, now he could see the cold in her eyes.

"You lying git."

"Listen, I'm sorry you felt the need to hit me."

Hermione uncomfortable adjusted her seating and looked up at him. He automatically regretted the words. No one in his entire life had ever looked at him like that before. It wasn't a look of sorrow or a look of hatred it was a look he'd never be able to explain. The light in her eyes was missing and instead was full of shadow. "Sorry."

"Excuse me?" Hermione said alarmed.

"Sorry." He rose again and took his seat next to her once more. He looked at her and his stomach jumped. He leaned in and kissed her. It was something he had wanted to do again all night. Her smell was breath taking. He breathed in deeply and a shiver ran down his body. After the impulse came over him.

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They both layed in each other's arms for a few moments. Oh my god. What the hell just happened? Hermione stood up and got dressed. She washed her hands and face. She stood there holding herself up with her arms firmly against the sink. Staring at the sink, she thought about what her friends would say and how her parents would act. If they ever found out about this, I'd never live it down. She began to feel ill. She ran to the nearest toilet and got sick. Draco stood up and walked over to her. He kneeled down next to her and moved her hair over. What is he doing?

"Are you okay?" She paused and leaned back onto her feet.

"Am I okay? No I'm not okay. We just; we just...I don't even like you. I can't believe I did something so, SO STUPID." She was getting hysterical and started crying. "It's not like we are even dating. Just did it, nothing to it. Like we did it all the time." She layed down on her stomach and cried into her arm. Draco kneeled there for a moment then cautiously moved towards her. He put his hand on her arm. "Go away."

Hermione didn't notice the hurt in his eyes. She stood up and walked away from him. "I JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE."

Ginny whistled on her way to the bathroom. She openned the door and saw Hermione sleeping on one side and Draco sitting up on the other. "DO NOT close that door. Wake her up and I'll hold it open for you."

Ginny, confused, walked over and helped Hermione up. Draco watched her wavy brown hair bounce down the hall and went back to his dorm.

Hermione didn't ever think about turning around to look at him. She couldn't. For once in her life she knew why she never hated Malfoy as much as Ron or Harry. Or fought with him just for the hell of it. He was human to and she saw that. Saw how much he wanted to hate her, but couldn't.