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I OWN NOTHING.....tear

Hermione ran out the doors and was practically sprinting towards the lake; she loved sitting out there. It was so peaceful and it always helped calm her nerves.

'I can't believe I still love him; I went against everything! Hell, I'd give it all up for him. I mean the way we acted in front of Harry, the day he came with flowers; and on top of all that, he doesn't even believe me.' Hermione was tired, pissed, and heart broken. Having Draco so close but not being able to be with him was driving her insane. She knew she had lost him, and all because Harry couldn't let her go. Yes, sure, now he had backed off but it was too late.

Before Hermione could think anything else, she was spun around and she found herself staring into gray orbs; gray orbs that she loved, and wanted to lose herself in for the rest of eternity.

'This can't be good' Hermione thought.

"We need to talk," Draco stated. He looked calm, but he was far from it. Having her that close wasn't good. It didn't allow him to actually come up with words.

"Fine," Hermione replied.

"Well…talk," he responded, unable to think of anything to say.

"You're the one that wanted to talk," she answered exasperated.

"Yes, but you're the one who was snogging Potter right after I had…well…you know," Draco finished, frustrated.

"I was not snogging Harry! For the last time, he threw himself on me. But you won't listen to me! At least I didn't go off and fuck Pansy, like you did."

"I didn't," Draco said, shocked by her accusation.

"Yes you did, on the night I went to talk to you. YOU WALKED OFF TO FUCK HER, YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COURTESY TO LIE ABOUT IT!!!" Hermione had had enough. She was suffering from lack of sleep, frustration, and desire. She didn't feel like fighting.

"Well, I lied! OK? I lied because the very thought of you with Potter…with ANYONE makes my blood run ice, and I can't think," Draco admitted.

"WELL, I DIDN'T KISS HARRY BACK!" Hermione said, losing some of her anger.

"FINE. THEN WHY ARE WE YELLING?" Draco screamed.

"I don't know. Draco, I'm tired of this. I am tired of all of it. You can't trust me. I don't know what you feel. I don't know if this is just a game to you, or what. So lets just let it be."

"NO," Draco said, grabbing her shoulders and pressing their bodies together.

'God I've missed her,' he thought.

"Hermione, I'm never letting you go." This having been said, he gave them the relief they had searched for all these weeks. The kiss was so passionate it caused Hermione to unconsciously let out a small moan. The noise caused Draco to moan as well.

"Hermione, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too." Hermione sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. His smell was so intoxicating; she had missed that. Hermione still couldn't believe that after spending one night of pure bliss she was so in love with this man. It didn't seem logical…possible. But here she was feeling better then she could ever remember.

"Hey…lets go back to our room." Draco smiled as innocently as he could.

"Yes. I'm tired. Sleep is good." Hermione waited for Draco's answer however she was very well aware he was not planning on letting her sleep…and she didn't mind.

"Oh...I'm not planning on sleep," Draco growled in her ear, causing goose bumps all over her flesh.

"I love the way you respond to me," Draco whispered into her ear. Hermione kissed Draco passionately; Draco had been caught off guard but he responded quickly. Draco let go of her reluctantly, put his hands on Hermione's hips and led her back into the castle…at an extremely fast speed. Hermione couldn't help but giggle.

By the time they made it to their portrait, they were basically sprinting. Draco barely got the password out when his lips came down to meet Hermione's willing ones.

If anyone had come into their common room, they would be met with a trail of clothes leading into Draco's room. As the sun came in on the two lovers, there was no noise, no movement. Draco had his arms wrapped around Hermione. Their legs were tangled and chocolate curls were meshing with blonde hair. It was the perfect picture for any romantic.

Draco was the first to wake. 'God she's beautiful. I don't deserve her, but she's mine.' He bent down and kissed Hermione's neck and shoulders, nibbling down softly, and blowing on the marks he left. His eyes then traveled down his goddess' body. She had bite marks on her hips. Draco smiled knowing. He had made sure to leave love marks. Draco was just oblivious to all the ones he had.

Hermione started to wake up. Draco lifted his head and kissed her eyes then slowly, lovingly, her lips.

"Got to love the way you wake me up," she croaked as her voice was filled with sleep and lust.

"I love waking up with you in my arms, it's the only way I ever want to wake up." Draco turned pink with his admission. He hated being vulnerable. 'Damn, maybe I shouldn't have said that.'

"Me too," she whispered. Hermione kissed him knowing he was feeling vulnerable. She deepened the kiss thinking 'It's Sunday after all.'

---------------------------------------------------------------------Breakfast would come and go with no sign of the Head Boy or Girl. Dumbledore seemed to be smiling bigger than ever and the twinkle in his eye was well known.

"Ron, do you know where Hermione is at?" Harry hadn't seen her since the ball. Actually, when he thought about it, he hadn't seen her after her dance with Malfoy.

"Don't worry about her. She's fine. She'll be back for lunch I am certain," Ron answered before thinking, 'she'll have to be if she wants to gain her energy back.' Ron couldn't help but smile. He had seen the argument between her and Malfoy. He was about to go after her when Malfoy did, so he let them be. Not to mention that he wanted to spend the entire dance attached to Lavender. He had finally asked her out and had been relieved and delighted when she accepted. He had been extremely nervous during the ball, not knowing if she liked him more than just a friend.

Well, he had gotten the courage to ask her to be his girl while dancing the last dance. He had decided that if she said no at least he'd had fun during the dance. When Lavender had shyly said yes, Ron had swooped down and kissed her, Causing the whole of Gryffindor house to go crazy. Everyone was happy for them. Ron had turned red like his hair. He couldn't be happier. He had totally forgotten about Hermione until now, but since she never came back to the dance, he knew everything was all right.

"Harry, you're not still jealous, are you?" Ron knew this would be the only damper on Hermione's day.

"Well…no I know she doesn't want me. But its just, well, Malfoy?" Harry had accepted that Hermione and he were only friends and that it would always be just friends. But he couldn't…wouldn't accept that she and Malfoy were together. He didn't understand it. It just didn't make sense.

Ron rolled his eyes at his friend. It was true, Malfoy and Hermione were weird, but, well, who were they to say anything? "Harry, no matter how many times you've saved her life, no matter what we help her with, we have no say in her decisions. We can either be against her and jeopardize the friendship or back her up 100."

"Wow Ron, when did you grow up?" Harry said teasing his old friend.

"Over the summer," Came his too loud reply.

The Gryffindor table exploded in laughter, having heard Ron's comment.

At the Slytherin table, however, sat a very angry Pansy. 'Where the hell can he be?'

"Goyle, have you seen Draco?" Pansy finally asked.

"Huh?" Goyle answered, spitting food everywhere.

Pansy had known better than to ask the house moron. "Disgusting…you animal. Where is DRACO?"

"Um...I don't know. I didn't see him last night," Goyle responded.

She thought about what Goyle had said. 'That's true. I didn't see him either. Where could he have gone? WAIT! He was there to open the dance. Come on…what then...think Pansy.' This, of course, wasn't too easy as she wasn't the smartest pup of the group.

Pansy kept racking her brain when her eyes landed on the 'Golden Trio', which, at that moment, wasn't a trio. Someone was missing...but whom? Pansy's eyes narrowed as she figured it out. 'The mudblood. Bloody hell, he's with the mudblood' Pansy got up and marched off, she was going to set him straight.

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"STOP… IT D…RACO!!!!" Hermione screamed between laughs. She was on the floor in the common room, in his white shirt, and her panties (which had taken a while to find). He was on top of her, tickling her with no mercy. He had not known she was that ticklish, and now that he did, he was enjoying every minute of it.

'Her face lights up so beautifully,' he thought.

"Come on say it. I won't stop if you don't." At her refusal he continued his torture, tickling her sides and thighs. Hermione was turning red from the laughter.

"Fine, fine you win." She couldn't take it anymore. Had she known that Draco couldn't either, she would have held on longer. Having her wriggling under him was starting to become too much.

'Thank God she gave up.' thought Draco.

Draco stopped but didn't get off Hermione. He had her pinned. "So what did I win again?" Draco asked, crossing his arms at his chest, smiling down at her.

"I'll move my things. Are you happy, now?" Hermione tried hard not to sound pleased. He had asked her to move her things into his room. She had been confused at the request, but he had clearly stated that he wouldn't let her out of his bed early just so she could change, so she might as well move in.

"Ecstatic," Draco answered. He bent down and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Hermione purred, moaned, and deepened it, loving the battles their tongues fought. Hermione sat up and moved their positions so she was straddling his lap, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Draco moaned at the feel of her warm center pressed on his erection.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, which Hermione was wearing, caressing every inch of skin he met. His other hand was wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him. He would never get enough of her. The more he had, the more he needed. She was a drug and he didn't mind being addicted.

"I love you Draco," Hermione whispered as she moved down to kiss his bare chest. She loved the feel of his firm, but soft chest. She loved the way he made her feel. She knew deep down that she'd never be able to feel this alive with anyone else.

"I love you too, Mione." He laid them down in front of the fireplace. He recaptured her lips as his hands took off the panties and flung them out of the way. 'That'll take another hour,' thought Hermione. Her thought didn't get too far, the feeling of Draco's mouth caused her to lose control.

"DRACO MALFOY OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!" screamed a female someone in the hall outside their portrait.

Draco lifted his head. Hermione whimpered at the loss of pleasure.

"Who the hell is that?" Hermione asked, frustrated that they had been

interrupted. She had planned on spending the day in here, alone, with Draco. And whoever that girl was, was going to have to leave…soon. 'It sounded like Parkinson,' she thought.

"DRACO I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE OPEN UP RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

There was pounding on the door now, and it seemed like kicking too.

"Well, I guess we have to get dressed." Hermione began to get up when Draco bent down and kissed her hungrily. "Don't" kiss "you" kiss "move" kiss.

"But..." However, that sentence wasn't finished. Draco bent down and kissed her again. Hermione didn't care who it was at the door. She moved her hands down and took off his boxers, and lifted her hips up.

Growling, Draco began to sink into her tightness, loving how perfect they fit. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him all in. They moaned together and began a steady rhythm. The knocking was fading; it seemed to be part of a far away world. Draco and Hermione lost themselves in each other, forgetting the rest of the world.

They screamed each other's name as they came. Panting for air they laid tangled together with Hermione caressing Draco's back and remarking Draco's neck with hungry kisses. Draco was returning the favor. Hermione knew that the minute she looked in the mirror she'd look like a walking hickie. But, so would Draco, so she didn't care.

"DRACO MALFOY GET YOU'RE ARSE OUT HERE!" came the female voice again.

"Thank God for the soundproof walls, don't you think?" Draco said, talking into her neck, causing Hermione to whimper.

"Uh-huh," Hermione said having trouble coming up with sentences when she was with him. She lost all sense of thinking, all except for shagging him.

"DRACO!!!!!" the voice insisted.

Hermione sighed and said, "We should let her in already. The faster you talk to her the faster she'll leave."

"And what are you planning my lady?" Draco asked.

"I can't plan anything when you do THAT." Draco was licking his name on her bare stomach. It was driving her mad.

"Sorry." It was obvious he wasn't since he just kept it up after smiling devilishly.

"Hmmm" Hermione closed her eyes. She was in Draco land; the world could fall on her head and she would die happy.

"THAT'S IT IM GOING TO GET PROFFESOR SNAPE!" This managed to get their

attention.

"Shit," Hermione got up and started to gather her clothes.

"Draco, get up! Snape will surely kill me if he finds you like this," Hermione ordered. She noticed he wasn't moving. "What are you doing?"

"Staring at you," Draco smiled impishly. The sight of 'his Hermione' running around with just his white shirt on, unbuttoned, was very distracting.

"Well stop it," She said, trying to sound irritated. Draco got up and walked to Hermione, it seemed more like floating. He had such a graceful way of walking.

"I don't want to," Draco whined. He wrapped his arms around her and stared into her eyes. 'God I love her. What did I ever do to deserve her love? Please don't let me mess it up! Oh, and keep all guys away from her. I don't want to end up in Azkaban.'

Hermione kissed him lightly before insisting. "Come on, we don't need to get caught." He kissed her back and started to get his clothes collected, too. They threw everything in Draco's room and got dressed as presentable as they could. No matter how hard Draco tried, the red spot on his neck was obvious. And Hermione's lips were swollen from his kisses, not to mention that they couldn't get their hands off each other.

Draco ran up the stairs, looking for his wand and not a moment too soon. The portrait opened while Hermione was making sure all her clothes had been picked up from the common room.

She recovered in time to ask, "Uh...Proffesor Snape what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Ms. Granger. Ms Parkinson here has been knocking and no one came to the door. Do you care to explain?" Snape was looking around, and Hermione was hoping to all the Gods that Draco heard Snape.

"Well you see…I don't feel too well. So I was asleep and I put a silencing spell on my room, and well I didn't hear anything."

Snape regarded her and asked, "Well that explains you, but how about Mr. Malfoy?"

Hermione smiled her sweetest smile for her teacher and said, "I'm not sure Professor."

At that moment, Draco bounded down the stairs saying, "It's because I had a major headache and I didn't know she...Granger…was sick so I put up a silencing spell as well."

"Mr. Malfoy so happy you could join us." Snape looked at Draco and then

Hermione, noticing something didn't seem right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he would.

"DRACO! I was so worried when you wouldn't open the door. And I didn't see you yesterday during the ball." Pansy attached herself onto Draco and placed her head on his chest. Hermione was raging. She could feel the heat rising at seeing Pansy all over Draco.

Hermione, trying to cover up at what was going on said, "Well I'm going to go. No need for me to stand here."

"You're right! Run along, Mudblood." Pansy retorted while playing with Draco's hair. Draco slapped her hand away and tried to get her off his arm; it didn't work.

"At least I'm not a whore," Hermione answered walking towards her portrait. Draco wanted to go with her; it took all his strength to not follow her. 'Wow, she looks really hot mad.'

"Ms. Granger, do not speak to your fellow classmate that way. You're the Head Girl." Snape answered.

"Of course not Professor, yet it's all right for her to call me a Mudblood. It's just great how the system works. Good day." Hermione climbed into her room and slammed the portrait. She decided to shower as she was beyond pissed. The thought of Pansy all over Draco was enough to make her vomit.

"Well since you seem fine Mr. Malfoy I'll be leaving," Came Snape's reply.

Draco smiled and said, "Thank you professor."

"Well, now that it's just us, I can make you feel better, Drakie poo." Pansy purred and pressed herself against Draco.

'I guess she thinks this is sexy? Wow, how pathetic. Eww…I'm going to puke. I wonder what Hermione's doing.'

"Draco you're not listening to me," Pansy whined.

"Listen, Pansy, I have a headache. You're making it a migraine. I don't want to be with you, so leave."

"But, Draco, I'll make you feel better."

"No, Pansy, you wont."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've spent 10 minutes with you and my head feels like it's being attacked by trolls. Leave...NOW."

"You're not playing nice Draco, and when you need some, I just might refuse."

He snorted at her threat and asked, "Do you promise?"

"Humph," Pansy stormed off. Draco made sure the portrait was closed and walked towards his room, but it was empty. Draco frowned and walked into the bathroom. It smelled of strawberries, which was Hermione's scent.

"Hermione?" He got to her portrait and realized he didn't know the password.

"Damn it. Hermione? Could you open up?" The portrait opened and Hermione was standing there in a tank top with sweats.

"Are you mad?" He asked while he hugged her and kissed her exposed neck. "You should wear your hair up more often."

"Yes, maybe I should," Hermione smiled and bent her head sideways giving him better access. "So what did Pansy want?"

In between kisses he muttered, "Who?"

"Draco," Hermione said.

"Wanted to know where I was."

"Great."

Draco lifted his head and looked at Hermione. He smiled and kissed her softly.

"I love it when you're jealous."

"I am NOT jealous," Hermione retorted.

"Ok sure you're not, maybe I should go and tell Pansy I'm fine."

Hermione grabbed him by the arms and said, "Draco Malfoy, if you leave this room without me, you won't be able to walk again.

"Jealous," he teased.

"Fine. I'm jealous." Hermione threw her hands up surrendering. "I swear, I felt like beating her into the wall."

"Violent. I seem to be rubbing off on you." Draco whispered and he then continued his assault on her neck.

"Yes," she managed to squeak out.

Hermione giggled and said, "Let's make this room a little more Slytherin."

"And how can we do that?" Draco began to walk towards her bed.

"I think we can think of something."

"Probably." They were soon on the bed. He pushed her back gently and laid on her, kissing her passionately.

"So let's honor your room with our passion."

"This could take all day," Hermione smiled

"That's the plan love," Draco ordered.

Hermione gave in with a smile and a comment. "I love your plans."