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Rumors and Revelations

Many ridiculous rumors had already begun to spread the next day about the incident between the Head Boy and Girl at the ball the previous night. Some thought Hermione was under the Imperius Curse, some thought Draco was.

"That Mudblood gave him a love potion before coming to the ball. He wouldn't dance with her any other way," Pansy Parkinson had whined to Professor Snape during potions the next Monday.

Draco rolled his eyes as all the others either moved to him or the blushing Hermione. She slid lower in her seat next to Neville who tried to give her words of encouragement.

"Don't worry Hermione, all the rumors and talk will pass eventually." Neville smiled as they went back to writing down the ingredients for the potion Snape had assigned.

But over the course of the next few weeks, the rumors only increased as the two were seen walking to classes, chatting in a very friendly manner, or seen together during long breaks. Harry, who had always been looking out for her, pulled Hermione aside one afternoon, voicing his concern after potions.

"Hermione, what's going on with you and Malfoy? I need to know." His eyes pleaded with hers as she hesitated slightly.

"I don't know Harry. Ever since we've lived together, we've been slowly getting to know each other better and, yes, we've spent more time together than anyone would have thought. But I am happy. We're happy together and we consider each other friends now," she answered honestly.

"Have you been… er… intimate with him?" Harry, who couldn't look her in the eye, blushed at his question, as did Hermione. After a long pause, she finally answered.

"Yes Harry, we have." He sighed quietly, walking to her and wrapping his arms around her. From where he stood, he saw someone open the potions door and he pulled her around the corner.

"You know damn well that if Ron finds out, he'll be furious with you. I myself am not too happy with this."

"I know. And maybe the thought of us spending time together is why Ron isn't speaking to me." She looked away at this thought, tears in her eyes as she stared out the glass window over looking the field, holding Harry close as she could.

"I can't help who I love Harry," she cried into his shoulder as he gripped him, her tears soaking through his robes and shirt.

Draco had left Snapes classroom late after the older mans speech about Draco's "infatuation" with Miss Granger. He had expected to see her waiting but instead saw Potter pull her around the corner. He stood as close to the corner so he could hear but not be seen.

'Who does Potter think he is, questioning her feelings,' Draco thought as he heard Hermione begin to cry.

"I can't help who I love Harry." The faint color from his face left when Draco heard her statement. He took his time to leave and go back to his room but paused when he heard Potters answer.

"But he's a Death Eater."

"No he's not Harry. I've seen every part of his body," Draco knew Hermione was blushing and guaranteed that so was Harry. "And not once have I seen the Dark Mark. He's admitted to me he doesn't want to be a Death Eater and hopes to refuse when his father wants to initiate him."

"I don't know. One person can't change over night and it seems he has done this to please you. It must be some trick. But for the mean time, I'll believe you." He still wasn't convinced about him, but he kissed her cheek lightly. Draco left for his dormitory.

It wasn't until after dinner did Hermione finally return to their dormitory, finding Draco asleep on one of the sofas. He looked innocent lying on the couch; his usually hard expressional face was relaxed and seemed to have softened immensely. His chest rose and fell slowly, his hands on his abdomen, his legs crossed at the ankles. His robe was lying on the back of the couch, his shoes thrown carelessly to the side. He wore no vest, his white shirt unbuttoned slightly and his tie loosened, hanging around his neck. He looked extremely sexy to her.

She slipped off her shoes, her robe falling carelessly to the floor. She pulled off her vest quickly, pulling her tie off completely. Slowly, making as little movement as possible on the sofa, she straddled his hips and leaned down, her hands against his chest as she kissed his neck, up to his jaw. Hermione kissed him lightly, her tongue tracing his bottom lip before kissing him again.

Draco felt the couch shift, that woke him immediately, but he didn't show it. He felt the hands on his chest and the soft lips on his neck. Only Parkinson would do something like this, but only the scent of lavender shampoo gave him the answer to who it was.

She knew he was awake now, she could feel him harden underneath her. Moving her hips against his, he moaned as he rested his hands on her hips.

"Good morning," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.

"I was having a nice dream before you came in, Granger." She pulled back and looked into his one open eye.

"Well then, I should leave you to that dream," she said haughtily before she began to climb off him, stopping only when he grabbed her hips.

"I'm awake now. No point in wasting time," he answered before pulling her down and pressing his lips to hers. He knew he was hard, but was she as aroused as him? Draco needed to know.

He moved his hand underneath her skirt and ran a finger along the thing layer of cotton separating them.

"Oh my god," he whispered, feeling her arousal through her panties.

Whispering a charm, she felt her panties vanish as Draco began to finger her quickly. She sat up and rode his finger, moaning as he entered another. His erection was straining against his trousers painfully, even more so when she pushed it with her pelvis.

Quickly unbuttoning his trousers, she reached in and pulled him out of his boxers, sitting up quickly and lowering herself onto him. He slid into her fully, Draco gasping as her warmth surrounded him.

He ripped open her shirt, showing her breasts that were supported by a green bra. He smirked at this.

"I better be the only one seeing this Slytherin side of you," he gasped as she began to ride him.

Not bothering to take the time to take her bra off properly, he pulled the shield down, allowing him a glimpse of his prizes. Expertly, she unbuttoned his shirt quickly, never halting her movements and ran her nails down his chest.

Draco met her thrusts, causing her to moan loudly. They both thanked the Headmaster for the private dormitory.

"Draco, oh god. Draco, yes." Her voice aroused him more, bringing him closer to the edge.

Hermione felt hear release near, pushing her to ride him faster, harder than before. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, both their backs arching as their orgasms swept over them. Draco's back was still arched off the couch when Hermione fell on top of him, pushing him down. Her sweaty chest clung to his, their breath still erratic.

"Did you mean it?" He asked after a moment of silence. She raised her head up and rested in on her hands, looking him into the eyes.

"Mean what?"

"What you said to Potter." Her look told him she didn't know what he was talking about.

"When I said that I believed you weren't a Death Eater?"

"No. Did you mean it when you said, 'I can't help who I love'." His eyes seemed hopeful as realization hit her.

"Were you eavesdropping?" She tried to sound horrified.

"Well, I saw Potter pull you around the corner and I wanted to walk with you back here so I could take you up against a wall."

She smiled as he began to play with her hair. Did she mean it the way he was referring or was he just a friend with benefits? Of course she felt more for him, but was it love? She didn't know.

Draco watched the mixed emotions run over face as she thought about the question. He smiled when an idea popped into his head. Taking her face in his hand, he turned her to face him, meeting her eyes with his blue ones.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with here, beside you. Say you love me…" he sang quietly, watching as Hermione's eyes started to tear up. Now she knew.

"You know I do."

"Love me, that's all I ask of you…" He finished, kissing her with everything he had. Maybe, just maybe he could learn to love her the way he hoped she loved him…

End of chapter 4.

Sorry it took me so long to update. I didn't know what to do after the Masquerade. The song before was from the movie, 'Phantom of the Opera', where the Phantom sings his rendition of "All I Ask Of You" before Christine rips off his mask. Love that movie! Thanks again for your lovely reviews, they're really appreciated and more are as well!

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