Chapter 3- It Will Never Be The Same

Once they were in Draco's room, they looked at each other uncomfortably. Finally, Draco took Hermione's hands and sat with her on the edge of the bed.

"We won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, which at this point seems like everything."

Hermione gave him a nervous smile then leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss. It was just as passionate as the first, but this one lasted a lot longer. She slid her tongue into his mouth and started exploring every inch of it. He did the same and started to kiss her harder. Their tongues were battling for dominance. When they broke apart it was from lack of air. They were both breathing heavily.

All of a sudden, Hermione did something that was most unexpected. She pulled off her shirt to reveal a nice-sized chest covered in a black bra and a flat stomach. Draco blushed at seeing her. He thought she was beautiful.

"Draco," she whispered, "I want you to take my virginity."

He gaped at her. There was no way this was the same innocent girl he went to school with. "Are—are you sure?" She nodded. "Once we do it, things won't be the same."

"I know."

He wasn't quite sure she did know. Malfoys were only allowed to be with one girl. They were not allowed to fuck around with anyone. The first girl they took would be the only girl they would have for the rest of their lives. He wasn't about to tell her though. He could live with having only Hermione forever.

He laid her back on the bed so that her head was on the pillows and started kissing her again. His hands made their way around her back and he unclasped her bra. As he tossed it away, he started kissing and sucking on her neck. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a toned body. He began to suck on one breast while massaging the other. She gave a moan of pleasure then he switched.

She pulled him back up to her to kiss him again. All she wanted to do was kiss him. He was so intoxicating. Slowly, Draco's hands made their way down her body to her pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled them off her slowly then did the same to his own. She was left in her red panties and he in black boxers.

"Hermione, are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked once more before sliding her panties off.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life, Draco."

He nodded and pulled them off as she took pushed his boxers down his legs.

Slowly, he moved inside her. She cried out from the pain and he stopped. "No, Draco, I want this. Please do it." He continued to slide into her and she shut her eyes tightly. Once he was all the way in he stopped again so she could adjust. She looked up at him and kissed him lightly and he took this as his cue.

Gently, he began to thrust in and out of her, building up tension between them. Hermione moaned for him to go harder and he obliged. Her body was moving in rhythm with his. As the pace quickened, so did the pleasure. Hermione was moaning his name and Draco hers. Her hands raked across his back, leaving scratches that he was sure would be there for a while, but he liked it. His hands were everywhere, feeling every part of her body. He could feel himself getting close.

"Hermione," he moaned, "I'm coming."

She arched her back up into him and sent him over the edge. He came inside her, both of the screaming out each other's name. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

"Draco?" He looked up into her brown eyes. "I think I love you."

He smiled at her. "I love you too."

For hours, they just laid there, holding each other. When it started to get dark, Hermione sat up, scaring Draco. "What the matter?" he asked, worried.

"I have to get back to the Burrow. They're going to be wondering where I was all day. Draco, I'm sorry," she said as she started to gather he clothes and put them on. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," he replied sadly.

Once she had her clothes on, she gave Draco a hug and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you," he responded and with a crack! she was gone.

The next day at work, Hermione didn't look up at him. The previous day, she felt like she wasn't herself. She never thought that she would give herself so willingly to a person like she had. It wasn't like her to be so open about such things. Her personality was that of a bookworm, not a slut, and now she wondered if that was what Draco thought of her.

Most of the day, Draco had been trying to get a conversation going, but her replies were usually just a nod of the head or a "yes" or "no." Finally he got so annoyed and just burst. "What the hell is wrong with you!" he asked, frustrated. "Did yesterday mean nothing to you? Did you just wanna get laid because you were sexually frustrated? Did what I said to you mean nothing?" he finished, his voice filled with a combination of hurt and anger.

Hermione managed to look up at him. "Of course it meant something, Draco. It meant everything to me. Look, can we talk about this later. There are customers and they don't need to hear about our personal lives."

Sighing angrily, Draco tended to the next customer. It was a relatively slow day, and Draco knew that Hermione was avoiding the topic.

When he was sure no one was listening, he turned to face her. "So what is it then? What's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring me?"

She shrugged and pretended to be interested in something on the counter.

"Hermione, please?" he begged. "If I did something wrong, let me know. I don't want to hurt you. Did I hurt you yesterday? I'm sorry. I didn't want to."

Hermione gave him a small smile. "Would you quit your rambling already? You didn't hurt me. Coming here today just scared me a little 'cause I didn't know what you would think about me after yesterday. I'm the bookworm, you know. I'm not supposed to throw myself on guys and I honestly never had until yesterday. I don't know what possessed me to do that. It just feels weird."

He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. "When I told you yesterday that I love you, I wasn't lying. Honestly, I do."

"I know you do," she replied. "And I love you, but no one will understand. Look at who we are, Draco. Look at our past and our friends and our families. We are so different in so many ways and so alike in others. No one will accept this. No one."

He stared down at her intently. "I accept it and I hope you do too because if you don't then I have a real problem."

She looked up at him with a perplexed expression. He hadn't told her about Malfoys being allowed only one woman in their lifetime, so he decided that was the time to tell her. Her eyes widened in shock; the shock turned to happiness; and the happiness to worry.

"What will your father do when he finds out?"

He shrugged. "Get really mad. Get really drunk. Get really stupid. Tell me I'm stupid. Try to hurt me. Fail. Or something like that."

Hermione frowned. Listening to Draco talk so casually about the crazy things his father did scared her a little. No one should be treated that way.

"Don't look at me like that," Draco demanded. "I do not wish to be pitied. My father may be a jackass, but I live with it. I don't want you to worry about me. You have other things in your life that are more important right now. He won't do anything too harsh, so don't feel too bad."

She looked down and sighed. She just wanted to be there for him, not pity him, but he obviously couldn't read minds.

Draco leaned on the counter and looked out into the empty store. "Well going back to school should prove to be interesting," he joked.

"That's not even funny, Draco," Hermione scolded. "You know I'm already insecure about all this. I don't want to get hurt and I don't want you getting hurt, which means we can't tell anyone we're together. This whole thing has to be kept a secret for our own safety."

Draco glared into her brown eyes. "Why do you fucking care so much! Why the hell can't anyone know? Because you're scared of ruining your precious Gryffindor, know-it-all reputation? You shouldn't give a damn, Hermione! There is more out there than the opinion of our peers. You say you love me and now you don't even act like it! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you even know what you want with me?"

Hermione threw her arms up in the air. "You're impossible!" she whispered harshly. "I told you not ten minutes ago that yesterday meant everything to me. I want to be with you but I'm afraid for our safety, not my reputation. And as for what is wrong with me, I don't believe there is anything wrong! I'm just trying to be rational here! You know I love you."

He sighed. "Yeah, rational. That's a word that doesn't show up very often in my vocabulary." He laughed awkwardly. "Sorry I kinda exploded. I guess I just want to tell everyone that you're the only girl out there for me and it's a bit hard keeping something so wonderful a secret from the whole world."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry about it. We'll be able to tell everyone in due time."

The rest of the summer was almost a blur for Hermione. It consisted of work, Draco, and little time spent at the Burrow, which worried Harry and Ron. They were wondering why she would go to work so early and stay so late. When they questioned her about it, she simply replied that she needed the money. Keeping a secret, especially one like this was not something she liked to do to her best friends, but she knew how they would react, so she kept it to herself.

In all honesty, she thought that this was the best summer she'd ever had, and she didn't want it to end. Once they were back in school, it would be harder for her to see Draco, and it would be more likely that someone would find out. The last thing she wanted to do was to break up with him before school started, but she didn't know how they would keep it secret. So many times, she thought about ending it all, but then they'd talk and she realized that she was already too much in love with him to throw it all away. In his arms was where she belonged. That's where she felt safe, and she refused to give it all away because of the fact that she was scared.

Finally, it was September first and the Burrow was filled with all sorts of excitement. Mrs. Weasley was near tears because it was her youngest son's last year at the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry. She knew that once the year was over, he'd be leaving her for bigger and better things. There were hugs and tears all around. It was obvious that Mr. Weasley was doing his best not to shed any tears before he left with Ginny. Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be apparating, so they would be able to leave later.

Once they were at King's Cross Station, Harry and Ron found a compartment with Ginny. Hermione would have sat with them, but as Head Girl, she needed to sit in the Head's Compartment with the Head Boy. Draco was already there when she arrived. He was lounging comfortably in his seat, staring at the door, as if awaiting her arrival.

The compartment was pretty luxurious. There were two benches, both with squishy cushions. In the middle of the compartment was a cart with filled with butterbeer and different kinds of sweets.

Draco stood when Hermione entered and wrapped his arms around her. "What took you so long? Scarhead and Weasel?" he asked.

Hermione laughed and shook her head. "No," she replied, "I just wanted to keep you waiting 'cause I know how you love it so much."

"Hm, I see how it is then." He let go of her and plopped down onto one of the benches and looked sadly out the window with his arms folded across his chest.

Hermione sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked up into her eyes, but didn't change his expression or move from the position he was sitting in. "You know that I'm just joking. I would never mean to keep you waiting. I'd do anything for you." He still didn't respond, so she leant down and started to kiss and bite on his neck. Finally, he slid his hands up her legs and moaned softly."

They separated when there was a knock on the door. Hermione went to sit down on the other bench and Draco cleared his throat then called for the unwanted visitor to enter. "Hello, children," greeted Professor Dumbledore. "It's so lovely to see you both. How are you today?"

"Great," they answered together.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" he said happily. "Well, I'm only here shortly. I just wanted to see how you were and to tell you that as the Heads of the school, I expect you to get along with each other and that there will be next to know arguments unless it is something constructive that could help on a project for the school."

Both Draco and Hermione nodded.

"I can assure you, sir," Hermione started, "that there will be no fighting between us this year. We have learned how to be civil toward one another."

"Spectacular!" he clapped his hands together. "I can see that my work here is already done for me. I shall see the two of you tonight at the feast. Enjoy your trip."