Draco woke up for some reason. It was way too early to wake. He yawned, mumbled something and turned around, opening his eyes.
He stared in the wide open eyes of Hermione.
"Aaah!" He yelled before falling out of the bed.
Hermione bursted out in laughter. "Never thought it would actually work on someone, but you are quite a chicken Malfoy."
"What the bloody hell did you do that for?" He said, furiously rubbing his head. "And I'm not a chicken," He added, "You're just really scary!"
"Because you shagged me again of course, Blondie!" Hermione reacted.
"It didn't turn out the way I wanted, plus I got stuck with a bombed door and you in my bed again."
He gave her a deadly glare before feeling on his head. That was gonna be a bump. She was going to get him killed at one point, that's for sure.
"Granger, it's 2:30 in the morning." He muttered before getting in her bed again. "Let me get some sleep."
Hermione raise an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I let you sleep in my bed?"
He grinned lazily, before fluffing his pillow. "One: you shagged me. Two: the potion's effects still cause you to tolerate me and Three..I'm way too strong for you to kick out of bed."
Hermione thought about that. "One: correct but I still loathe you. Two: the potion stopped working as soon as you rolled off me and three: err..well..you might have a point there."
Hermione growled a couple of insults. "Fine, than I go sleep in your bed."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Draco warned her, while she got out of the bed, climbing over Draco.
"I haven't cleaned the blankets once since I got here and since I'm such a womanizer, it might be not as clean as yours."
Hermione froze, her expression turned into disgust.
Now she had three options.
She could go to Draco's bed but felt a sickness coming up when she thought of all the fluids exchanged. She could sleep on the couch, which was absolutely horrible to sleep on. Or she could go sleep in her big, fluffy warm bed. With Draco in it.
And so she grumbled: "Fine, but move over, you're on my side."
She wore his schoolblouse and it was quite cute.
"My clothes seem to suite you rather well, Bookwurm." He said before moving over.
"Well, they have to look good on at least someone on the planet." She replied, before rolling to the side, her body turned from Malfoy.
"You're getting an attitude, Granger." Draco teased, his hands cirkling on her shoulders.
"Don't touch me!" She shrieked, slapping his hand away. "God, why do you always have to be so bloody annoying?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Coming from bloody know-it-all Bookwurm."
Hermione didn't react.
"You always raise your hand in class, always know the answer to anything, always the bloody favourite of the bloody teacher, and always with the So-Called-Hero and his Sidekick! Now who's annoying?"
Hermione let out a scream of frustration before she turned around and rolled on him, pushed Draco into the bed with her body. He was to surprised to react. She looked him in the eye furiously.
"You always make sneering comments, you always know where to hurt people, Snape practically worships you and you're known as the Womanizer of the School, even though you probably have the tiniest heart of mankind, and most of all: you made me do this stupid assignment, so that I'm stuck with you, even in bed!"
Draco turned her over so that he was on top of her.
"Well, I don't pretend I'm such an innocent creature," He practically yelled at her, "I don't pretend to know everything in the world and I don't have schoolbooks as my only friends, except for Potty and Weasel. And most of all; I don't miss out on everything pleasurable in youth!"
He breathed heavily after his explosing, but guilt overwhelmed him when she looked him in the eyes with such a hurt exposed he could feel it. And Draco Malfoy doesn't feel very often.
She didn't even react, which worried Draco even more.
"Granger.." He said, while getting off her, looking rather miserable. He didn't like her being quiet.
"Go away." She said barely hearable, before she turned away from him.
She lay with her head turned to the wall, and Draco sat on her bedside. He didn't knew quite what to do.
He moved towards her and layed his hands on her schoulders. "I'm sorry, Granger. I didn't mean to be so harsh." He said, surprised at his own words.
He felt her shivver when he touched her shoulders, but she didn't slapped him off.
"Please, shout at me, slap me or curse me, anything but this." Draco said, moving a little closer towards her. "I'm used to you, getting all hysterical and fighting with me over nothing."
Hermione sat up, still with her head turned a little. Her curls fell for her face.
Draco moved even a little closer, and after hesitating shortly, he moved one hand to hers.
"And I thought I would never see the day you made me cry." She said with a unsteady voice.
She turned to him, trying to make a smile but to Draco's horror he had made her cry.
Crying women, he thought terrified, are the scariest thing ever created.
"Well..er..I'm not good at this stuff." He apologized.
She sniffed. "Oh that's allright."
He looked at her once more, being so vulnerable in his blouse, which was way too big for her and with teardrops on her cheeks.
"Granger, stop it at once." He commended, but with a smile. He carefully wiped her tears away and started to rub her shoulders.
"Here, as an apology for my actions; a massage." Hermione started to laugh.
"A girl crying and you give her a massage? How can you possibly be a Womanizer?" She said.
Draco started to laugh. "Now here's the Granger I know."
She grinned and than smiled at him. He looked at her, the way she drowned in his way too big blouse, her deerlike eyes still glimmery from the tears and her face only lit by moonlight. And then he felt something he never felt before.
It started in his stomach and moved up somewhere to his throat. He never realized that was what people called tenderness.
"Never thought I'd say this Granger, but I'm very glad you stopped crying and started smiling again." He said, before forcing a smirk.
She smiled. "You and your smirking."
She looked at the clock. "Well, our little fight made it three o'clock." She stated. "Let's go to sleep. We have school tomorrow."
Hermione moved to the side of the wall.
"Can I still stay in your bed?" He asked, visible surprised.
She grinned. "Well, I figured I can't kick you out anyway, so I might as well admit defeat. And besides, you warm up my bed."
He moved under the blankets and looked at the door. "What will we tell mcGoganall about the door?" He asked before turning over to face Hermione.
"That you were in desperate need of a shag and I was the only woman in reach?" Hermione tried.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe I could ever say a sentence with desperate, need, and shag to McGoganall so no, that won't do."
Hermione smiled lazily.
They lay both on their sides, facing eachother.
Hermione yawned and without realizing it she moved a little closer to him. "You know Blondie, I never thought I would find myself in a bed with you without being tied down or terribly drugged."
Draco smirked. "Me neither. However, the tieing down might be an idea we can use later."
Hermione managed to roll her eyes, even though she was getting very sleepy. Suddenly she felt a hand caressing her cheek, putting the curls behind her ear and softly touching her lips. It felt pleasant.
"Draco, what are you doing?" She asked, a little tired.
"I don't know, must be the potion."
Oh god, I called him Draco, she thought, before opening her eyes.
She looked at him and found that she liked the way he looked tonight.
She also realized they had concluded a short half hour ago, the potion's effect had stopped working. She decided to ignore that fact.
He looked her in the eyes, honest and almost sincere, although a part of her realized Draco Malfoy couldn't have it in himself to be sincere.
"You called me Draco." He stated, before he moved his other hand to hers and intwined his fingers with hers. Hermione's heart started pounding a little faster and the sleep seemed to fade away.
"Yeah, that might be the potion as well." She reacted. But she noticed that she wasn't really honest. A part of her was getting into this thing.
Well thank god, I can still blame it on the potion.
He still caressed her face and with her other hand she started caressing his.
His eyes seemed to melt as she softly brushes her fingers over his cheeks, his forehead and touching his lips. Then he bit softly on her finger, which made her smile a little.
"Come closer." He whispered.
"Why would I do such a thing?" She replied softly.
"So I can kiss you." He answered, looking in her eyes.
Fair enough, she thought and moved towards him.
When his lips met hers it was totally different than their normal kiss. It was soft, sweet and with restrained passion. Not as hasty and hungry as usual.
He moved his hand from her face to her waist, while their other hands still laid intwined next to their faces.
She moved her hand that was caressing his face to his neck and played with his hair.
He softly sucked on her lowerlip before he moved his mouth to her jawline and planted soft butterflie kisses on it, moving to her neck and softly nibbling on her earlobe.
When he heard her sigh he knew she liked what he was doing. Something inside wanted to make up to her when he hurted her.
He unbuttoned his blouse, revealing the soft glowing skin. He planted butterfly kisses all over her body, while she still was playing with his hair.
He kissed her breasts, her belly, her sides, her thighs, which made her moan softly.
He smiled, he knew she wasn't used to waiting so long. When they had done it it had been quick, because the need to fulfill their needs was so strong.
He moved up to face her and she started to kiss him. But she did it just as soft and slowly as he had kissed her.
Her hands tickled his shoulders, moved to his chest and touched his nipples, shortly, before moving down and drawing marks on his abs again.
She could feel the reaction in his boxershorts when she started to caress his innerthighs and as he growled a little in her mouth she knew that he enjoyed it.
He moved his hands to her breasts, playing with the soft flesh and the nipples.
She started kissing his neck as well and he grabbed her by her waist, to move her closer.
"Touch me." He whispered, moving his hand down to his crotch. Hermione faced him, looking surprised.
They had never talked having sex the times before.
"Why are you talking all of the sudden?" She whispered back, sliding her hand down his boxers.
"Because I really want you to touch me." He growled.
She started to massage his lower area and Draco moved his hand down her panties.
It felt so different than the times before, he wondered. They were doing it so slow, so patient, so curious.
Hermione felt his touch and it still made shivvers go up and down her spine, but it was another kind of shivver. This wasn't having sex, this was making love.
She didn't had time to think about it, since Draco laid her down on her back and started a trail of kisses under her chin to her panties. "Take it off." He said.
A little scared Hermione did so and when she felt what he was starting to do she moaned in surprise and grabbed the edge of her bed. She never had such a good feeling before. Dazzling with desire she closed her eyes when he started drawing marks with his tongue. "Oh my god." She said breathing heavily.
Draco was good at this, he knew that. He wanted to make up for his mistake and this was the perfect way. She came so quickly, he was sure that she had never had a boy do this and that he was definetily a pro at this.
"You were drawing the alphabeth with your tongue." He looked up and smirked, before kissing his way up to her face. "That's from a Muggle-Movie!" She exclaimed, in triumph he had something to do with Muggles.
"A very good Muggle-movie I might add." He replied, still smirking. "Your bed is not as clean as it was now, is it?" He grinned.
She smiled lazily, then drew her arms around his neck. "I'm not interesting in cleaning-talk, Blondie." She nibbled on his lowerlip, before sliding down his boxers.
And so he made love to her. Although she knew he would never used that phrase, she knew he did. It was still passionate, but slow and not only for his own need to satisfy.
When he rolled off her, he put his boxers back on and buttoned up his blouse on her. She looked at him and he smirked lazily. "Goodnight Bookworm." He said, before slowly kissing her. "Goodnight, Blondie." She answered, noticing it started to sound like a petname.
And so they fell asleep again, but this time with legs and fingers intwined, their heads inches from eachother, close enough to kiss one another in their sleep.
Before dozing off he looked under his lashes at her and thought she was the cutest thing he had ever seen. Of course, it would be the afterwork of the potion. But he was Merlin forbid..happy..happy to lie in her arms and happy to be with her like this.
Before she dozed off she moved a little closer to him again and she felt his grip tighening around her again. She decided she was okay with it. But it had to be the potion talking. She couldn't possible like it because he did it. No.