Chapter Eight

Before opening my eyes I could tell that I wasn't in my room. I wasn't even in bed. I could feel an arm around my waist, and my back pressed up against a warm body. Whoever belonged to the aforementioned warm body was tracing lazy circles along my stomach with his hand. And there was something HARD pressing against my bum.

My eyes snapped open. I was in my common room, on the sofa, which was actually slightly uncomfortable as it was only really wide enough for one person to lie upon, not two side by side. The hard, supposed erection pressing against my backside didn't do one single thing to help. I tried to turn around to see who exactly who 'the warm body' was, but was surprisingly unsuccessful and ended up falling off of the sofa. I let out a rather unceremonious shriek when I saw whom 'the warm body' turned out to be.

Malfoy? I was naked on the common room sofa with Malfoy? The things we had done the previous night came rushing back to me; the memories become clear with horribly vivid detail. I had sex with Malfoy!! Willingly!!

And by all appearances he was ready and willing to do so again. I whimpered. How could I have done such a thing? It was... beyond horrible. And yet, if memory served correct (which is usually did) it had all been horribly, amazingly wonderful. At least I hadn't lost my virginity to him. That would have been too much for me to bear.

"That was quite a night, Granger." Malfoy said, finally breaking me out of my reverie.

"We..." I started, making motions with my hands.

"Yeah," he said.

"And..." I made more motions.

"Correct," He nodded.

"Oh, God!" I cried out. "We didn't...." I made another motion, pointing toward my bum.

"Hell, no." He said. I sighed. Well, at least I hadn't gone that far. Victor (yes, Krum) had been a bit... adventurous in the bedroom often insisting that I try things I wasn't truly eager to try. But some of the things turned out not to be so horrible, and apparently, when drunk or otherwise intoxicated I had suggested a few of those things to various sexual partners.

"Why?" He asked. "Would you?" I didn't reply.

"So," I said, not so skilfully changing the subject. "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking slightly bewildered.

"Well, I suppose I should expect that answer from you. You're not exactly known for actually going through with any of the 'conquests' you have,"

"What are you talking about?" Malfoy stated, still looking confused.

"I suppose I can't expect to be more than a one night stand among many." I said. Not that I wanted to be more. He laughed.

"Is that what you think, Granger?" I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Well... yes. I mean, with all the girls crying about how you used them and such. I can't expect to be anything more than one conquest throne in with all the others." I said. He smiled shaking his head.

"Granger, I told you that you had no idea what you were talking about."

"Then why don't you enlighten me?"

"I never had sex with any of those girls." He continued to smile.

"Not one?" I was... shocked. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin sex god, hadn't had sex with any of the girls who seemed so depressed to have been used by him?

"Well... one." Ah-ha! "Pansy Parkinson. She was my first."

"Can't say much for your taste." I joked. Well, seriously. She wasn't exactly pretty. But I suppose she could, potentially have a winning personality. I didn't actually socialize with the girl.

"Yeah, well she was my only, until you." I stopped smiling. I was the second girl he had ever had sex with?

"I never thought I would be able to say that I had had more sexual partners than Draco Malfoy." I said. I was beyond shocked. I, in fact, never did believe that I would be able to honestly say that I had more sexual partners than Draco Malfoy. It simply didn't seem plausible.

"You've had more?" he seemed surprised.

"Well.... Yeah." I said.

"Who?" he seemed almost jealous. It was quite funny actually.

"Well... let's see. Victor, obviously, um... Terry Boot, that guy down my street, that one time with Harry (total mistake, by the way), Dean Thomas, and.. you" I said, marking each person by counting them with a finger.

"You screwed Potter?" He spat, his face contorting with... anger? Jealousy? I couldn't tell.

"Like, I said. It was a mistake. He was bummed out about the whole Sirius dead thing... what was I supposed to do?" I said defensively.

"Well, not having sex with him is a start!" he shouted. I had no idea why he was so angry. It's not as though there was any sort of emotion attachment between us. Well, other than the animosity we shared... had shared? I was confused. "Wait... I thought he was gay..." said Draco. How did he know that? Harry wasn't exactly obvious about it.

"Well... yeah. But that was before he knew. And why are you angry?" I said. He stopped, his face going completely blank.

"I don't know." He sound confused again. Great. That made two of us. I glanced at my watch.

"It's 7:30!" I exclaimed. How had I managed to sleep so late? Well, a vigorous night of sex did tend to make one a little low on energy... but still! "We have class in a half hour!"

Malfoy sprung up from the sofa. "Be in the common room at lunch. We'll continue this conversation." He said, gathering his clothing from the floor and rushing toward his room. I followed suite.

All through class I kept thinking about Malfoy. Harry and Ron even noticed that I was distracted. I told them that I was worried about the test I was taking in Arithmancy later that day. The seemed to sense I was lying but let it go. It wasn't as though I could tell them that I had shagged Draco Malfoy. But the thought of him plagued me all through the morning.

It wasn't until Defence Against the Dark Arts when I realized that I would actually be seeing Malfoy before lunch. Damn! I had hoped to avoid him until lunchtime. I truly didn't feel like talking to him. There was too much on my mind, and most of it I didn't want to say to him.

I was extremely confused by the emotions I was experiencing. We had had sex, yes. But that didn't entail an emotional attachment. It meant only that we were physically attracted to each other. Looking back I could see that I had felt the stirrings of what one would call desire from the very beginning of the year. And even more so when he had smiled at me. Kissing hadn't helped the matter.

Suddenly recalling the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I stiffened. This was where Malfoy had publicly humiliated me, somewhat leading to our current predicament. I supposed that it would have eventually happened anyway, even if Draco and I hadn't gotten into a fight that night.

Harry and Ron seemed to notice my reluctance to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts class (probably because of my statement "Dammit! Defence is next!! I loath that class! DAMN!") and were quick to reassure me that if Malfoy tired anything, they would be right there. I thanked them, but highly doubted they would even know what was going on, being completely on the other side of the room. I braced myself and walked into the classroom, walking to my desk where Malfoy already sat. I hoped there were no huge outbursts, as Malfoy and I always seemed to get into a fight no matter what the issue. I really didn't want the whole seventh year class knowing that Draco Malfoy had managed to seduce Hermione Granger. For that is surely how the rumour would have spread.

"Malfoy," I greeted as I sat down next to him.

"Don't you think it appropriate that we call each other by our first names, Hermione?" He asked.

"No, I don't" I replied. It wasn't really. People would suspect something. Yes, we were head boy and head girl, yes we shared a common room, but we were NOT familiar with each other.

"Why not?" he asked. I scoffed. As if he didn't know the answer.

"People will suspect something." I replied. It was obvious really.

"So let them suspect," he said, placing his forehead on my temple and stroking my hair. It felt so nice... but I pulled away.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. No one had. They were all so dense.

"So, you don't want to continue this relationship, then." He said. He sounded positively sad.

"What?" He wanted a relationship? What the hell?

"I assumed you would be the type to want a relationship after..." he said. He still looked deflated.

"I... am. But, Malfoy..."

"Draco," he corrected.

"Draco," I said. "This is very sudden. I...can't think right now. Can we please continue this after lunch?" I was actually quite desperate, though I hoped it didn't show in my voice.

"Yeah," He said after a long pause. God, he looked so depressed. I felt so awful. I hadn't actually rejected him, but he just... looked so...sad!

"Good morning, class!" called Professor LaRue as she came into the class. I turned my attention to her, blocking all thoughts of Malfoy out of my head.

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