Attention: I have decided the fic will only have SIX chapters. Also, the title is correct! "Sordid" (as you might think I mean) means filthy; "sorted" means "one that exemplifies the characteristics of or serves a similar function to another," which I used in reference to the journals retelling some of the events.

Hermione

I ignored him at dinner, but he ignored me, too, so it was fair. But I couldn't help but stare and imagine the feel of his lips on mine, or the touch of his hands. Or, well everything else about him. I keep feeling like a bloody stalker as this... affair continues. It's as if I'm watching him from afar only, but I'm not since, well, we aren't at all far apart during the times in the library. We are so bloody close in those times in the library it almost seems impossible we can still find ourselves afterwards.

The library has come to mean something different to me these days. And the smell of old books and dust reminds me of Draco. And it's mingled with the scent and feel of sex in my senses and memories.

I left the Common Room right before curfew without a word to anyone, but I felt someone was watching me all night...

I walked around that bloody library for an hour before I gave up. Well, I guess I didn't give up exactly, I conjured up a blanket and laid down.

Yes, I admit it. I fell asleep.

I had a sweet dream, however. Draco and I were in the Owlery having sex. The night air was cool and perfect on my face. And his breath was hot and sweet on my body. His hands were everything; my hands were touching him wherever I could reach him. He was inside me... and then he was kissing me.

I don't know how long I slept to be honest. I woke up the best way though... Draco was kissing me... in real life instead of just my dream.

Draco

By the time I got to the library she was sleeping. Sleeping? I couldn't believe my eyes...

But she looked beautiful.

She looked so peaceful and calm asleep. Trusting, really. She was in the library for anyone to find, and she was asleep.

That amuses me.

I couldn't help it, I kissed her. A long, searing kiss.

She woke up slowly and began to kiss me back. I wish I knew weather she knew it was me or weather she just assumed it was me. To be honest, unless she opened her eyes and checked, anyone could have been kissing her. She was in the bloody library asleep for goodness' sake. I mean, doesn't she remember what has happened in the library before?

Hermione

The kiss wasn't gentle nor did I want it to be gentle. But we just kissed for quite some time before either of us made any move to do anything else.

I wanted him to make the first move. Except, I was waiting for an apology for his lateness too. What on earth could he have been doing so late?

No. I don't want to know.

It was getting so bloody hot in the library I began to take off my robes. The look on his face was priceless, all shocked but intrigued.

We had sex this time so slowly it was almost painful. Each movement seemed to be a planned move by Draco, which is unlike all the other times when it was spontaneous. I don't know, to be honest, which I like better. Should I like one of them better?

Now I sound like... well, Ron would be right if he could hear my thoughts now.

But I'm not. I'm not a slut. I can't be... He's only been him. Draco only. That means I'm not a slut.

Why don't I feel like a slut when I'm with Draco, but I wouldn't shag Ron because I felt I wasn't "already?" Was I always just waiting for the opportunity in the library?

Draco

I made sure I was slow when I took her this time, because Pansy had been a quick fuck.

But that Mudblood was somehow more than just a quick fuck. And I don't know why.

I've been racking my brain as I kiss her, stroke her, to figure out what's so different about fucking her opposed to Pansy or any of the other girls I have, and all I could think of is:

1. She's a Mudblood and I still feel like I'm getting my father back. Yet, if I'm honest, I know it's more than that now. My father has nothing to do with it now.

2. She was a virgin when I took her first. Do I feel so kind of guilt for taking her virginity? I've taken other virgins before, why is she so different (if she is different)?

3. She doesn't know much about sex, and I feel I must teach her (mostly unlikely since she seems to be a natural and doesn't have to be told by me where to put her hands or told anything to make the sex better),

4. Every time she takes me... to a place I'd never been before. This one scares me. Because of the reason she takes me some place I've never been. It's like I actually... care about her. But that can't be, can it? She's bloody Mudblood and Weasley's girlfriend!

Yes the Mudblood takes me to heaven each time. Each and every bloody time. I wish it would stop. Because this is making me vulnerable, because I actually felt bad for being late and finding her asleep. I want to blame my repsond on the fact I don't have to teach her anything, or on the fact that she is Weasley's girlfriend and Potter's friend and I feel like I'm "winning" the private little war we plague against each other. Yet, I don't think that's true. I don't think this has anything to do with anyone but the Mudblood and myself.

But she waited for me.

She waited for me and that must mean something. That has to mean something.

She waited for me.

Hermione

Draco and I were undressed and joined when I heard movement near the library door. I turned my head slightly and gasped with horror.

Ginny Weasley was standing in the door that was ajar (weather she opened it or Draco left it opened on accident, I don't know). Her face was stark white with surprise, her mouth opened slightly with wide eyes. She was just staring at us, utterly still.

I started to push Draco off of me even though I was knew Ginny already knew. She knew who I was with and what I was doing.

I was caught. And I was scared out of my mind.

Ginny, suddenly, turned and ran away from the door.

Draco

The Mudblood started to push me off. At first I thought I was hurting her, so I immediately withdrew. "What did I hurt you?" I asked with concern. But I noticed that she wasn't even looking at me, but in the direction of the door. I turned and saw it was ajar. I know I had closed the door after I came in. I cursed.

Someone must have saw us, and the Mudblood saw who.

"Who was it?" I said quietly.

She didn't need me to explain. "Ginny Weasley."

I cursed again. Of course, it had to be a Gryffindor and her friend. She wasn't looking at me but at the door. "Go back to your dorm, maybe we can say we were both in the dorm all night."

The Mudblood shook her head. Tears slowly started to slide down her face. A felt a guilt I had honestly never felt before came over me. No anger, just guilt. I wasn't ashamed, but she was. And I should have realized she was, but I had not. I had thought her waiting for me had meant something. No, all it was to her was sex. Plain and simple. Just how I should like it. No, just how I do like it. Right?

Slowly, against my every learned instinct, I brought her gently into my arms and held her. To my surprise, especially since she was ashamed, she leaned against my bare chest and wept.

Somehow I felt worse that we had been caught and she was crying then angry that she was ashamed of fucking me.

Hermione

Ginny saw us. Ginny saw us. Ginny saw us.

The phrase keeps repeating itself in my head over and over and I still can't fully wrap my head around it. I knew she was catching on and getting fed up with my answers, but to actually follow me? I didn't think she'd sink that low, but she did. Somehow she found it in herself to actually spy on me. And that shows what kind of friend she is. Either, she's a great friend for caring; or she's a horrible friend for not trusting me. At this moment, weeping in Draco's strong arms, I think it's more the latter.

I know she will tell everyone, not because she will mean to, but because she'll want everyone to know "what's wrong" with me. Because she'll think it's Draco. But Draco is the only thing that is right.

He's holding me, just holding me. I feel this is completely strange, but I need the comfort. And the thing is, I'm not ashamed of being found out, I'm just so scared of what will happen now that we are. I had sex and I know almost everyone does eventually during their school years, but normally it's not a couple like Malfoy and I. I have to admit we must be a pretty strange couple to see having sex. I, a Muggleborn, and him, a Pureblood who hates Muggleborns. I still can't believe it happened, but now everyone is going to know. And I don't want to know what kind of trouble this will start for us.

"I"m sorry," Draco's voice said softly.

Pulling away, I asked, "What for?"

He gave me a small, pitiful form of his smug smile, "For being caught. For having sex with you. For you being ashamed."

The last statement of his ripped my heart in two. He thought I was ashamed? "But I'm not. I'm not sorry nor am I ashamed," I clarified myself.

He stared at me for a long moment. "Really?" he whispered disbelievingly.

I leaned over and, on impulse, pressed my lips to kiss. "Really. If I'm going to do something, it's not worth being ashamed of."