After what seemed like miles, Hermione finally reaches her bedroom. She walks in and slams the door behind her, still completely breathless. "How could I ever let that prick touch me? In fact, how is it I could possibly LIKE it." A cold shutter runs down her spine at just the thought of it. "That is guy that made my life hell for the past 6 years. The one and only guy who have ever made me cry on a daily basis, and I let him do things to me I've never allowed done before. How could I lower and debase myself like that."

"But then again, I've never actually looked deep into those icy blue eyes; those eyes that allow me to see deep into his seemingly empty soul. I've always avoided them, in fear that I would pity him, because no man could ever be so cruel unless his spirit has been beaten to nothing at all. I do pity him." Tears well up in her almond eyes. Deciding not to think about it anymore, she decides to turn on the radio to a soft rock, change into a silky nighty, and climb into her bed for a restful sleep.

Draco sits in the hot tub watching her walk away. "Nobody has ever turned me down before. Nobody has ever been able or daring enough to resist me. What the fuck is going on?!"

He storms into his room, grabs a cigarette, and lights it up. He needs to reflect. "No woman has ever resisted me, what makes her different? I felt her quiver at my touch; I know she wanted me. How could she say no?"

He throws himself on his bed and lets out a deep sigh. He knows she is different. There is something about those deep almond eyes that makes him wonder what was going on inside her head. He always thought she was such an innocent girl. "If she always has her face in a book, how the hell did she learn how to kiss like that, and how did she down that fire whiskey so fucking quickly." Hermione obviously has some secrets. Now, he can't wait to learn about them." A smile slowly creeps across his face as he falls into a deep, restful sleep.

The next day Hermione wakes with the sun blazing directly in her eyes. She groans and rolls over, trying to grasp onto that last few seconds of that dream. "What was I dreaming about…OH GOD!!" She suddenly remembers grabbing onto that platinum blonde hair. With that thought, she's suddenly wide-awake, so she gets out of bed and finds something to wear. Considering that it is Saturday, she wants to be comfortable, but still look put together, so she goes to take a shower. She takes off the nighty and just throws on her silk robe and leaves for the bathroom.

She walks in the bathroom to a rather shocking sight. Draco soak and wet, and completely naked. His head popps up as she entered, but then as he watches her eyes go directly down, a smirk creeps across his face.

"Like what you see, don't yah baby."

Hermione turns her head so fast it looks like it could snap off. She felt her cheeks burn as the blush quickly spreads across her face.

"I'm so sorry." She turns to leave just as Draco grabs her arm and pulls her back in and presses her right up against him, his hands resting on her hips.

"What's the matter, too much for yah?" He asks as his hands start to roughly rub on her hips. A cold shiver runs up her spine as he brings his lips to hers and plunges his tongue deep in her mouth. His hands start to move from her hips the tie on her robe. Hermione suddenly snaps into it and pushes him away.

That's the second time she pushed him off her. "What's the matter with you?" He asks with genuine curiosity in his voice.

Hermione just looks at him in complete disbelief. "What's the matter with me? Draco, you can't win someone over by sex. I'll admit that I want you, but that doesn't mean you can have me."

"Oh really?" He asks with the same smirk across his face. "If that's so, then why did you just call me Draco?"

Hermione suddenly realizes that she did. "Oh my God. I did." She turned around and leaves quickly as possible. This time, Draco doesn't stop her. He just wanted to get to her, and it was obviously working. Touching her was just a plus. "Yes she is beautiful and I want her, but she's a mudblood, and she always will be a mudblood. With that, he gets dried and dressed.

Hemione runs in her room, slams the door, and leans against it; completely out of breathe. "God he looks better than I imagined." She starts remembering the look of that rock hard abs and masculine pecks. Not to mention his enormous package, but I already knew that from last night." She decides to skip her shower that morning and just got dressed. She doesn't want to risk another encounter with Draco.

After she got ready, she went down to the Great Hall see Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Unfortunately, Harry and Ron had their girlfriends, Jenny and Fleur, in their arms at the time. Deciding she really wanted to see her friends after everything that happened, she sucked it up and sat down.

"Hey Hermione, how was it last night with Mr. Perfect Asshole?" Ron asked.

"Not as bad as I thought. We both just went to our rooms when we got there and I only saw him for a minute when I woke up this morning." She lied through her teeth. Everyone was satisfied with that answer, all but Harry's girlfriend Jenny.

"You only saw him this morning huh?" She asks with an accusing look painted across her face.

"Yes, only this morning, why?" Hermione answers.

"No reason." But she still stares in Hermione's eyes as if she's reading her mind, and Hermione suddenly feels guilty for lying to her friends. Then Jenny looks away.

Jenny just got here this year. She's from a school in America. She has beautiful, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and curves to kill. She's obviously one of the most beautiful girls in the school, along with Hermione. She's a very smart, sweet, and funny girl, but there is something about her. It's not that Hermione doesn't trust her. On the contrary, she feels very spiritually connected to her, and that scares her.

They continued their conversation about their classes this year and the N.E.W.Ts that are coming up. Then Jenny tells them all about America. Finally, they finish their breakfast and head up to the common room. Hermione and Jenny walk behind the others and Jenny turns to her.

"He wants you more than you think yah know."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione replied rather unconvincingly.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You think he only wants sex, but he really does want you. He pretends he doesn't because deep down he knows his father would rather have him dead than married to a mudblood," she says with sarcasm in her voice when she said mudblood, "So he suppresses all his feelings for you so you can't get hurt." She said without a hint of doubt in her voice. "His mind says he wants your body, but the soul doesn't lie.'

Jenny catches up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Hermione just stands there in complete shock. "How the hell did she know that?"