A/N: Yes, okay, the lovin' scene was cheesy. I know. That's why I put in the bit about it being fluffy. It was her first time. Just so you know, this chapter is going to be a little shorter than last, because there's less 'fluffy' terms about genitalia and stuff.

Anyway, yeah. Thanks for the reviews, I still enjoy reading them, even though it takes almost as long to read them as it does to write the chapter. Actually, it's kind of flattering.

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Okay, I suppose I'll do the story now.

Pansy was a little, well okay, a lot disgusted. He slept with her. Ew. Not only that, but she cried. What's her problem? No one else ever cried. They were all ecstatic that they had 'conquered' the Prince of Slytherin. What a pussy. Pansy took a sip of her tea, stole another cigarette, and tried to listen to the story.

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Draco looked down at her in concern. "Why are you crying?"

"I-I-I don't k-k-know!" she wailed.

Draco hated to see girls cry. "You can tell me, okay?"

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to be MARRIED, or at least do it with a guy that I loved," she sobbed.

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. He was used to things like 'Oh, that was wonderful' and 'You're so good', not 'I'm pissed that this happened'. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

"It's OKAY?" she shouted. "It's OKAY that I slept with a guy I've only been on decent terms with for less than a day? It's OKAY that I don't even know if I particularly like you? It's OKAY that this happened? WHAT, EXACTLY, IS OKAY ABOUT THAT?"

Draco sighed inwardly. I really need to learn to talk to girls. He wasn't used to being bad at, well, anything, so he was also a little annoyed.

"I didn't mean it like that. I only meant-"

"You didn't mean it 'like that'? Well, how did you mean it, then?" Tears were still running down her face, but at least she wasn't whining anymore.

"All I meant was it's nothing to be ashamed about."

Hermione was quiet for a minute. When she looked up, he realized that he had stuck his foot in his mouth again. "Ashamed? Why would you think I was ashamed?" Her voice was low and very, very quiet.

"What else am I supposed to say? You're angry that you did it, you don't like that you did it with me, and you're bawling. What am I supposed to think, that I suck and it's all my fault?"

Hermione pulled the gray blanket up across her body, shoved Draco off the bed, and told him, "Get out."

Draco was stunned. "What?"

"I said get out. I don't want to see you right now. You are such a rude, arrogant, disgusting, boorish PRICK that I can't even stand the sound of your voice right now."

Draco became furious. "Look, it's not like I forced you. You said you'd do it, right? You said you picked me, right? Why are you pissed at me? I didn't do anything wrong. You're just pissed off because you're not Little Miss Perfect anymore. You've fallen off your pedestal into the realm of normal people who do things on the spur of the moment, and you can't stand the fact that you did. That is not my fault." With that, he picked up his clothes and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I can't believe it. She told me she wanted to. She told me she wanted me, too. I didn't hold a gun to her head. Why did she have to be like that? What the fuck is her problem? Why? WHY WHY WHY? IT IS NOT MY FAULT!

Is it?

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What have I done? Hermione couldn't believe she'd said those things to him. It really wasn't his fault. He was right. She had consented to sleep with him. She was pissed off at herself for giving in to a moment of weakness; she couldn't take it out on him. It wasn't fair, and she was all about fairness.

She lay in bed for a few minutes, before performing a cleansing charm on the bed and herself, then got up and dressed again. She checked her hair in the mirror and sighed. She performed a glamour charm to hide the puffiness of her eyes and the redness of her face. It just wouldn't do to announce to the world that she was no longer a virgin, that she had 'done the deed' with Draco Malfoy. She put a smile on her face and made her way downstairs to make some hot chocolate. It usually made her feel better.

Maybe I should make some for Draco, to apologize. She cringed at the words. It wasn't often she had to eat her own words. It was going to be especially difficult, since she had said it directly to his face, and knew she was wrong as she was doing it. What kind of person would she be, really, if she just went around and lied to people all the time? Not a good one, that's for sure.

She had just put the milk over the fire when the kitchen door opened. A familiar woman with shocking red hair poked her head through the door and grinned at Hermione.

"Ginny!" she shrieked. "How are you? How have things been? I haven't heard from you in-"

"Three days, Mione. Calm down, already. I am fine, things are fine, and how about yourself?"

"I'm f-" she choked. She tried again. "I'm f-" Oh, shit. Years ago, Ginny and Hermione had put a jinx on each other so neither could lie directly to the other. Ginny knew this; it had caught her unawares many times before. Immediately, she became concerned.

"Mione, what's wrong?" Ginny ran over to Hermione, who was now sitting on a chair near the fire.

"Noth-, um, not a l-, um, shit." What am I supposed to tell her?

"It's not like you to lie, Mione. What's going on?" Ginny sounded really worried.

"I don't want to talk about it here. He might come down and hear."

"So put an Imperturbable Charm on the door."

Duh. "Okay." When that was done, she added some chocolate to the milk, grabbed the entire cauldron, and brought it to the table and placed it in between her and Ginny. They each took a cupful, then Ginny asked her question again.

"What's going on?"

Hermione swallowed, trying to stall for time. "Well, see, it's like this. A guy we used to know showed up yesterday. He kind of went through a lot of shit and came here to stay. His family was all killed, along with most of his friends. I was the only one Dumbledore permitted him to see, so we spent most of the night getting to know one another. Then, this morning, I made breakfast-" Ginny let out a gasp; Hermione didn't like to cook. It must have been a good night, she thought, grinning, "-and we, well, we did it," she finished in a rush.

Wow. She doesn't normally do stuff like that. She must really like this guy. "Anyone I know?" she asked, grinning again.

"-" was all Hermione could get out. She tried to say 'no', but that was a lie. "Sort of."

"Who is it?" Ginny asked.

"You don't want to know," Hermione said, knowing this was the full truth.

"Yes, I do… wait. You said I don't." Ginny knew what this meant, too. She doesn't think I'm going to like who it is. Now I'm really curious. "You know I trust your judgement, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't after I tell you who it was."

"So tell me already," Ginny said.

"WELL… it was… um… oh, I can't say." Hermione flushed. "He's really cute, actually, and he's kind of nice, and he likes chocolate, just like I do."

"Hmm. Tell me more," Ginny replied, intrigued.

"His hair is so soft, not like guy's hair usually is. He's really tall, and built like a statue. He's helpful, though he doesn't think before he speaks. It's almost like he's never had to have a conversation with a girl before," Hermione mused. She realized that was probably why he kept sticking his foot in his mouth. Oh, shit. I'm going to have to put up with this for who knows how long… What did I get myself in to?

"Doesn't sound like anyone I remember from school. What year did he graduate?"

"Same year as me."

"Tall, built, doesn't think before he speaks… Actually, sounds like it could be a few different guys."

"Well, you'd never suspect it was him."

"Just spit it out. I'm getting a little frustrated here."

"It's… it's… he's…"

"Standing right here, girls." He had an enormous smirk stamped all across his face.

Both girls spun around in their seats. Hermione flushed, not knowing how much he had heard. Ginny, on the other hand, had turned quite pale.

"Mione?" she asked, looking for confirmation.

"Ginny?" Hermione was trying to be nonchalant, like there was no problem, this was completely normal, nothing to worry about.

It failed miserably.

"Hermione Denise Granger, I need to speak to you RIGHT NOW. OUTSIDE, YOUNG LADY." She sounds just like Molly, Hermione mused.

Hermione got out of her seat, grabbing her cup of chocolate. As she passed Draco, she told him, "There's more on the table if you-"

"I SAID RIGHT NOW!" Ginny roared.

Hermione jumped, a little frightened. She had never heard Ginny sound like that… ever. She ran out of the kitchen, up the hall, and stopped in the living room.

Ginny marched right past her and flung herself down in a chair near a window. She stared out the window, making Hermione even more nervous. TECHNICALLY, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a grown woman with a will of my own. It's not like I broke any laws or anything.

After about five minutes, Ginny turned toward Hermione. In a deep, quiet tone, she asked, "Well? How was he?"

Hermione looked at her, shocked. "What?" she squeaked.

"I want to know how he was in bed."

Hermione didn't know what to say. "Well, um, I don't know. I have nothing to compare it to. He didn't kill me, so I guess it wasn't too bad."

"When did you do it?"

"About half an hour before you got here." Hermione was getting a little angry herself. "Why are you asking me these questions? I'm a big girl, you know, and you're not my mommy. I don't have to answer you. Besides, why do you care?"

Ginny was quiet for a moment, then said, "I'm the last of my kind, then." Hermione was confused. Ginny must have been able to tell, because she clarified. "We used to be the only two girls from our years to not sleep with him. Now I'm the only one." She paused. "It's not as lonely as I would have expected."

Hermione was completely bewildered. What's she going on about? "I don't understand. Does that bother you?"

Ginny finally looked Hermione right in the eye. "I'm kind of disgusted, but really, I'm proud of you."

WHAT THE FUCK? Did I just say 'fuck'? Guess I did. To Ginny, she said, "...Wha?"

"You finally did it. You finally succumbed to a Slytherin. They're awful charming when they want to be, aren't they?" Ginny asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"What?"

"Mione, I'm kind of irritated that you decided to give it up to Malfoy, when you didn't even do it with Ron." Hermione stopped. I never thought of that. Maybe that's what's been bugging her. "However, I'm really happy that you finally gave it up to somebody. You're probably the oldest virgin I know. Well, not anymore," she amended, "but it was almost creepy, you know?"

Hermione was stunned. "So, you're saying it was a… good… thing… to have, um, relations, with him?"

Ginny grinned. "Yep. 'Bout time, too. I was getting worried you didn't play that field."

Hermione's jaw hit the floor. "You thought I was gay? WHAT gave you that impression?"

"Oh, come on. The baggy clothes, the lack of boyfriends, that thing you had about makeup, all that."

"Ginerva, how—why—how could you think that? You're my best friend. Don't you think if I were I would have hit on you?"

"Yeah, eventually. I thought you might not be aware, that's all." Ginny was much calmer now, but still grinning. "You, by the way, need to realize what it was. It wasn't 'having relations', it was sex. S. E. X." Hermione flushed again. "Okay, how about shagging? Or doing the horizonatal mombo? Or was it vertical?"

"SHUT UP ALREADY! I get it, okay? Yeah, I screwed Draco Malfoy, okay? I did it, and it's done. Can we drop it now?"

"Well, as long as you've come to terms with-"

Suddenly, there was a giant thud outside the door, followed by what sounded like a herd of elephants thundering down the hall.

Standing up, both women grabbed their wands. "Let's go see what's going on," Hermione said.

"Duh."

Hermione threw Ginny a Look and quietly tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. "Dammit, what the hell…?" She threw her body against the door. It didn't move. "Stand back," she instructed Ginny. She aimed her wand out the keyhole and whispered, "Reducto." The door swung open, revealing an unconscious form in a black robe with a hood over his head. "Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT."

"What?" came the whispered reply.

"It's a Death Eater. They're here for Draco."

"Oh, so now it's Draco, huh?" She whispered, giggling.

"GINERVA! There are Death Eaters here, looking for someone in the house. You and I are not safe. If we're caught, it's not going to be pretty. Concentrate, will you?"

"Yeah, I know. You know how I get when I'm nervous, though."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's go," she said grimly, hoping there weren't too many for the three of them to take on. Hope someone else shows up, too. We're going to need all the help we can get.

They crept out of the living room, stepped over the Death Eater after putting an anti-Apparation jinx on him, and tiptoed to the stairs. Hermione peeked around the corner and saw… nothing. "Okay, let's go." She grabbed Ginny's hand and they crept up the stairs.