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A/N: Alas, the last chapter of the story. We want to thank you all for the wonderful reviews, and we hope that the people that thought everyone was OOC will understand by the end of this chapter. It's short but lemony.

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Chapter 5
Hands On

Hermione wiped away a tear and then straightened herself. "Well, let's see how you are." She stood up and took off her robes.

Draco stood up also and stopped her hands. "Hermione, you're vulnerable. We're not doing this."

"I'm fine," argued Hermione.

"No you're not," he countered. Internally he was trying to figure out why he was stopping this. Draco dropped his hold and began to walk out the door. He turned around when he felt Hermione's hand on him. As soon as he saw her he felt her too. She had pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss. When she pulled away he muttered two letters, "OK…"

He kissed her again, taking her mouth more forcefully than before. He started to push Hermione back towards the bed in Hermione's room. When they reached the edge, Draco broke the kiss for a moment, staring into her eyes.

Suddenly Hermione asked, "What color are your sheets?"

"What?" he asked.

"On your bed, your sheets and comforter, what does your bed look like?"

Draco looked at her sheepishly. "They're green of course," he said unconvincingly.

"Tell me Draco," Hermione breathed as she started kissing his neck.

"Bulgarian Quidditch Team," he muttered.

"Red?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah," he mumbled at the soft touch of her lips on his neck. He started to rub his hands up and down her sides.

"Too much stuff on my bed," Hermione kissed into his neck. "Your room."

"We can move the stuff," he said, wanting to do this so bad he didn't think he could make it to his room.

"Your room," she said more forcefully and took her mouth away from his neck, he figured she had a neck fetish, which he was completely fine with.

"Fine," he said softly as he pulled away from her and walked out of her room and down the stairs. Hermione followed closely behind being at perfect level with Draco's perfect arse as she followed him up into his room.

When they got to his room, Hermione laughed.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked.

"I just remembered that I've already slept in here. I just never noticed the colors."

"Well, it was dark the last time you were in here," he smirked.

"Well, it's light out now," she said.

"All the better to see you with, my dear," Draco said.

"Oh shut up and get on the bed," Hermione ordered.

"Gladly," he said with a smile.

Hermione straddled him and took off his shirt and tie in a second. She kissed him again, but started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked, slightly offended.

"This is backwards," she smiled.

"What do you mean?" he started to ask, but was suddenly flipped over before he could finish.

"Much better," Hermione said, reaching up to kiss him. She laid back expectantly but only received Draco's blank stare.

"I…I don't know what to do," he admitted softly—a slight blush appearing.

Hermione laughed. "Yes you do," she coaxed him on. She moved his hands to her top shirt button. She could tell he was stalling so she leaned up and whispered in his ear that hands-on experiences were the best way to learn.

"Hands on?" Draco asked.

Hermione grabbed his hands in hers and put them on her chest. "Hands on," she said.

"Oh!"

Hermione laughed at his surprised answer and laid back as her shirt was slowly—extremely slowly—undone. Draco stopped and looked down nervously at Hermione. Her shirt was open, the sides resting off her small frame, and her bra was the only thing hiding her upper body. Hermione looked at Draco's face and smiled.

"It's not going to bite you," she said. Draco lifted his nervous eyes and somehow managed a smirk.

"Thanks," he said, his voice covered in sarcasm.

Draco slipped his hands around her back and tried to undo the clasp. When he was taking so long that Hermione got annoyed, she sat up and undid it herself. "You are the worst virgin ever," she muttered to Draco who was staring at her naked breasts. Hermione lay back down. "Hands on," she said.

"Hands on," Draco murmured as his hands moved to find her breasts.

"Now my pants," Hermione ordered.

"So you're bossy in bed too?" he asked, slowly gaining confidence as he undid her blue jeans.

"I'm not trying to be bossy, I'm explaining to you what to do."

"I think I can handle it from here," Draco murmured, pushing down her pants.

"Oh really?" Hermione asked in a seducing tone. Draco looked at her face and stalled long enough for Hermione to wrap her hands around his neck and pull him down for a passionate kiss. Draco felt his body turn to jello at her touch. "Still in control?" she smirked.

"Y-yes," he stuttered.

"Sure," Hermione said, she then slid her hands down his chest and down to the buttons of Draco's pants, undoing them quickly and pushing them down.

If this is foreplay, what does sex feel like? Draco thought to himself.

Hermione pushed down his boxers as well and smiled up at him. "Well at least something is right. Merlin, who knew you were hiding that under your robes."

"Er…" Draco stuttered. "Thanks?"

Hermione laughed again. "Perhaps we should talk less? It doesn't normally go this way."

"Like I know that," Draco said.

Hermione slid her hands back up to his chest, circling her arms around his neck and pulling his face down for another kiss. Draco took charge and slid his tongue into her mouth and Hermione moaned. Draco pulled away from the kiss and looked down again on the woman he had wanted for so long.

He kissed her lips again and then kissed her cheeks, her eyes, down her face to her jawline and to her neck. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body.

"Do it already," Hermione moaned.

Draco looked up at her with worried eyes as if asking 'do what?'

Hermione giggled at the confusion in his face. "You know what to do, just do it," she said.

"I know what to do, but I…"

"You're stalling, just do it."

"But I…"

Hermione sent him a glare and Draco breathed visibly. He brought his mouth back down to Hermione's neck. His hands moved down to remove her knickers and he slid them down slowly, not knowing why he was stalling so much.

He looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Are you sure…"

"Do it," she commanded.

He took a deep breath and did as she commanded, sliding into her with ease. Hermione arched her back towards him and grasped his arms with her hands.

Oh dear Merlin Draco thought as he closed his eyes tight and didn't move. Of all the scenarios he had thought up in his head he never knew it could feel like this. It was hot and tight and wet and he was sure that if he moved he was going to come.

Hermione whimpered and moved her hips up against Draco, causing him to open his eyes. He looked at her needy wanton nature and smiled as he kissed her softly.

Hermione whimpered again into his mouth, shifting her hips against him, muttering into his mouth. "Move," she said softly.

Draco did just that, never knowing that it could feel so good.

Minutes later Draco sighed in contentment as he stroked her hair. "Gods, you're beautiful," he sighed, breaking the silence.

Hermione giggled. "Thank you. You're not that bad in bed, you know. You'll make someone happy."

Draco stopped stroking her hair. He had desperately hoped she would be that someone. "Maybe I could make you happy?" he asked nervously.

"You want to make me happy Draco?" she asked.

"You know it," he breathed, watching as one of her curls slid around his finger.

"Perhaps we can make that arrangement, but I might need a bit more…er…convincing," she said, smiling.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," he said as he shifted his body over hers again. His lips found her neck at once—without the slightest hesitation, perhaps he had a bit of a neck fetish himself. Draco was quite obviously no longer the worst virgin.

"Attention HGFC, I will not be able to date any of you owing to the fact that I already have a boyfriend," Hermione said to the assembled group of guys actually calling themselves the Hermione Granger Fan Club.

"If none of you want to be hexed into oblivion I suggest you take off," Draco said snidely from beside Hermione.

"Bugger off twit," someone in the group of twenty or so males said to Draco.

"She's mine," Draco growled.

"She's mine," they all yelled.

Snape appeared beside the group of boys that were looking on Hermione with drooling faces. "What is the reason for this, Miss Granger?" Snape asked.

"I have no idea, Professor," Hermione admitted ruefully.

"I shall return in a moment," Snape said.

Hermione and Draco held off the hormonal boys for another ten minutes before Snape returned with a potion and started shoving it down all their throats, he even walked up to Draco and did the same.

As some of the boys began to reorient themselves and notice how stupid they seemed holding signs over their heads displaying pictures of the less-than-attractive Head Girl, they slowly scowled at themselves and walked away.

Hermione looked around with relief evident in her face, it must have been a love potion or something that someone had given all of the boys.

Then she felt Draco's hand on the small of her back as he led her away.

"But…the potion. That's all it was…" Hermione stammered, trying to figure out why Draco was still acting this way and she thought to call Snape back for more of the Antidote.

"Maybe for them, Hermione, but I do love you. It wasn't a potion," he said, holding her chin in his hand and bringing his lips to hers in a kiss.

Of all the guys, Hermione was glad it was this one.

When they arrived back in the common room, Hermione and Draco stumbled up the stairs, ripping each other's clothing off in the process of getting to Draco's room.

If they would have gone to Hermione's room they would've found the note on the bed:

Hermione,

We hope you like the fan club, if you get sick of them, send for an antidote, only two sickles a piece.

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

FINIS

A/N: Ah, the end. Hope you all liked it! Quite a twist, eh?

Love and Lemons

Brittany and Amber