A/N: Just a quick note to you all someone asked me if I had ever had sex, and the answer is no. I have never done the deed. To tell you all the truth, I have never even kissed before. I've gone on dates and stuff, but I've never even had a real boyfriend. Well…now after embarrassing myself fully…ON WITH THE STORY!

Chap. 31 Not Just Enemies

Hermione's eyes drifted asleep. It didn't even seem like an hour later, before she felt the warm sun shining down on her face through the cabin window. She stirred slightly, turning her face away from the window, back to where Draco had laid next to her the night before.

She found Draco sitting up against the headboard. His arms folded across his bent knees, which hugged his bare chest. He looked as if he was in thought, she smiled and watched him. She wondered in the back of her mind how late in the day, or how early it was, but she didn't care too much. Nothing really cared too much at that moment.

-

Draco awoke that morning pretty early. When he awoke it looked at the clock and saw it was eight. 'Four hours of sleep.' He thought to himself. 'Not too shabby for such a pleasurable night.'

Draco turned and looked at his sleeping lover and thought about what she allowed him to do last night. After all these weeks, months of waiting…getting so close…she finally let him. 'I hope she doesn't regret it.' He prayed to himself. 'It was all new for her. I took her innocence.'

Draco then thought about what this meant for his future. Draco had never been with a girl this long before. Especially after getting sex. Usually in his past relationships sex meant that that was the end. He got what he came for and then he left. He ended it. It never ended too terribly, because the women just wanted sex from Draco Malfoy, not a real relationship either. Was he obligated to stay with Hermione for a long time now, since he took her virginity? He didn't know if he wanted to leave her, which scared him. Did he truly love this mudblood?

Draco looked down at her once again. Yes. He did love her.

-

Hermione continued to watch Draco. She tried to figure out from his facial features, what he was thinking.

'Is he regretting what happened?' She wondered.

She gently reached up and brushed his hand with her fingers lightly.

He jumped slightly, then looked down at her.

'Good morning.' She said with a smile.

He smiled back and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

'Good morning.' He replied. 'How are you feeling?'

'Umm…okay. I haven't really moved at all or anything.' She laughed.

Draco then unfolded his arms and got off the bed.

'Well, c'mon then. Let's see how you're walking.' He said.

Hermione rolled over.

'Noo…' She moaned. 'I don't wanna get up and be in pain.'

'You can't lie there all day. You'll just get used to the tight feeling, you have to get up and stretch a bit.' He ordered.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to him. She nodded and sat up, and moved her legs over the side of the bed, with a sheet wrapped around her naked body.

She was about to stand up when she looked down and saw blood encrusted on the sheet.

'Oh my god!' She cried. 'But it's not time yet!'

Draco smirked.

Hermione turned red and her eyes began to water. She felt so embarrassed. She had thought she got her period, a bit early.

He walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

'My love, don't worry. That's normal for your first time. Women usually bleed their first time having sex. It's not your…other womanly month thing.' He said cringing uncomfortably.

Hermione wiped her eyes.

'I feel so dirty.' She said softly.

Draco lifted Hermione from the bed, so she stood in front of him in the sheet.

'You aren't dirty. It's okay. I don't want you to regret anything. I hope you don't.'

'I don't.' She replied. 'Do you?'

'Me? No, god no. I never do…well I did once. But you remember that whole Pansy ordeal.'

Hermione nodded.

'It's noon,' Draco said. 'What time did you want to get going?'

She shrugged.

'Can you walk? I'm sure it won't be too painful now.' He told her.

'I think I'm going to shower.' She said.

She began to move to the door slowly.

'Are you alright?' He asked.

'I'll be fine.' She responded, walking out of the room.

'If you need help in the shower, feel free to yell!' He called out to her. 'I'll be happy to help you out in there.'

Hermione laughed from the other room. Then Draco heard their bathroom door close.

-

Hermione turned on the water and saw down in the tub. She watched as the blood rinsed off of her and ran down the drain.

She was tainted. She was no longer pure, innocent Hermione Granger. She was seventeen. 'Was I too young?' She wondered. Then she remembered how all her friends had already lost their virginity, long before she had. She then remembered the person she lost it to. Draco Malfoy. A pureblood.

'Harry can't find out.' She decided. 'No one can.'

Then she felt shame and guilt. She's never kept anything from Harry really. What would he think of her? A slut? A whore? She was no one's plaything, and she hoped no one would think that. She wasn't Draco's fling of the week…he stayed with her for months, not demanding sex. He waited and he received it and he'd stay with her. Right?

Hermione quickly washed and got out of the shower. She conjured a white robe and then stepped out of the bathroom.

Draco had set the pails near the door and he was already dressed. He looked over at her curiously.

'A robe?' He asked. 'Aren't you in a hurry to get to school?'

'No. McGonagall gave us our classes off for today. I thought I'd take my time.'

He smirked.

'I think I've had a bad influence on you.'

'Yes. I think so too.' She grinned.

Hermione took her time to get ready. Draco didn't rush her either. He hung out on the sofa eating berries.

'Draco! Those are for the ball!' Hermione scolded him.

'Oh we have tons.' He would say. 'We'll pick more on our way out.'

At about two o'clock the couple finally decided that it was time to leave. They gathered their things, Draco carried both pails. Hermione was a bit sore still, but nothing noticeable to others…thank gods.

They followed the path back to the rock garden, gathered more berries, and then got prepared for the long walk back to Hogwarts.

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'Miss Granger! Mr. Malfoy!' McGonagall cried as the two stepped into Hogwarts. 'Where have you been? I was expecting you back long ago!'

'I'm sorry, Professor, but Draco and I were up very late last night. We came across two centaurs and that took up more time than I had inclined for.' Hermione explained. 'We didn't get to sleep until three o'clock. We were exhausted and didn't think that it would be healthy to walk all this way, after only a few hours of sleep.'

'So you thought it was best judgment to sleep in for eleven hours? With the Hogwarts staff wondering what happened to the both of you?!'

'It was bad judgment, and I'm sorry, Professor.' Hermione apologized.

Draco looked at Hermione questionably, then looked back at Professor McGonagall.

'No disrespect intended, Professor, but you and your staff are the ones who sent Hermione and me out into the Dark Forest late last night, to find specific berries for dear Head Master. We walked for hours, for your berries, were scared to death by two very large centaurs, and then had to walk some more to pick hundreds of berries, and then finally get a few hours of needed shut-eye in a deserted cabin. This was all for you and Dumbledore, Professor. I think the least you could do is reward us with a few extra hours of desired sleep.' Draco said hotly. 'Just let us retire to our common room in peace for Christ's sake.'

'Mr. Malfoy! 10 points from Slytherin for obscene language!' McGonagall cried in shock. 'Yes, yes fine. Retire to your rooms then. After bringing the berries to Head Master.'

'Thank you ma'am.' Hermione replied.

Draco just shrugged and picked up the berries. The couple walked to Dumbledore's office.

'Candy canes.' Hermione said aloud.

The golden eagle then twisted upwards, taking Hermione and Draco to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was looking through his bookshelves when they came in. Without turning around, he greeted them.

'Good afternoon Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy.' He said, face still toward the shelves.

Draco thought this was strange, Hermione thought nothing of it.

'Good afternoon, Professor.' Hermione greeted.

'Hello.' Draco said.

Dumbledore then turned to them.

'That's a very gentleman-like thing to do, Mr. Malfoy.' He commented, noticing Draco carrying both pails.

Draco looked down at his hands, and then dropped the pails gently.

'Yes, well, chivalry is rare these days, I try to keep to the code.' Draco replied smugly.

'I didn't know that about you, Mr. Malfoy. Good wishes to you for it.' Head Master replied, a twinkle in his eye. 'Well, how was your two's night?'

Hermione and Draco looked at each other.

'Long.' Hermione replied first. 'Lots of walking.'

'Is that how it was for you, Mr. Malfoy?' Dumbledore asked.

'How else would it have been?'

'I don't know. Just a question. Well, thank you for going on the errand for me. You two may go now.'

'Thank you, Professor.' They both replied.

Once they went back to the main floor Draco looked at Hermione suspiciously.

'That old man scares me. I always feel that he knows too much.' Draco said quietly. 'It's like he's looking through me, to see everything I've ever done. It's scary really.'

'Dumbledore is a brilliant old soul. I'm sure he knows more than he tells.' She replied.

'He better not know too much…especially about last night.'

'He doesn't know exactly what we did, Draco. But I'm sure he believes we aren't just enemies any longer.'