A/N: Okay, someone (Hey Ink, wink) had reminded me to put some heated scenes between Draco and Hermione and I remembered, this is an M rated fic so why not put some? I can't write the lemony goodness for all it's worth though. might erase this fic to oblivion. Lol. You wouldn't like that now, would you? Anyway, thank you for all the awesome reviews. They all made me smile. :)

Note: Hermione's "Don't leave me" line at the end of the previous chapter means that she doesn't want Draco to leave her alone; to suffer alone because of the pains that are sure to come when Draco gets married or perhaps she just doesn't want him to go out of the bathroom. Either way, it's all good. XD

Disclaimer: Okay, as I said before I own nothing except maybe the plot. On my last disclaimer I quote: "I WISH I own Hale, not I OWN Hale."

Warning: Some scenes are not suitable for very young readers Omigosh, I'm one of them. (Shock) Naughty girl I am. (Grins). But if you're stubborn and hard-headed and is insisting on reading the said scenes... read all you want but don't report me cos I warned you.

Dedication: This is for Nienna Celebrindal for being my 100th reviewer in "I Wish That You Knew". Mwah.

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Chapter Two

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After her relaxing bath, Hermione thought of taking a quick nap before she finish her Potions essay. She threw herself at her bed and hugged her pillow tightly against her smooth skin. She let out a contented sigh as she slowly drifted off to unconciousness with a small smile on her face.

His butterfly kisses that trailed downward on her warm, sweaty flesh sent tingles down her spine. Her back arched as he placed a quick kiss on top of the tip on her growing mounds. His hands ran all over her body as he continued to kiss, lick and blow over the upper portion of her body. A pleasured sigh escaped her lips as he massaged her breasts, his fingers rolled the tip as if milking her for all she was worth. She gasped when his lips left her stomach and dipped below to her nether regions. Her finger deftly grazed his blond tresses, ruffling it to its content as he ate her. She gasped out his name, "Draco!"

Hermione woke up, gasping as she clutched the sheets of her bed tightly around her shivering form. Soft whimpers can be heard from the other room - Draco's room - as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom. She washed and dried herself, when she finished she took a cup of coffee from their little kitchen and sauntered forth to her room. As she passed by Draco's room, she heard bothering groans and moans coming from the inside. She groaned in disgust.

"Didn't even bother to put on a silencing charm," she muttered darkly, still dazed from the dream. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes started to close and reopen again afterwards. She saw an armchair near the door of her bedroom and decided to sit down for a while. Her eyes closed briefly.

'The guy is obviously taking over my mind,' she sighed mentally. 'The dream was enjoyable though.' She yawned and relaxed herself on the chair, hoping for a dreamless sleep. Of course, that was nearly impossible.

He held her face in place for a kiss, long and deep; it was utterly maddening. He teased her breasts as he ruffled her hair. She jerked at the contact of his tongue on her sensitive spot. His hands roamed about on her sweat-covered skin, passing by her mounds, the tips almost standing up in attention. Hermione couldn't care less if someone saw them shagging in the libraby after curfew, right now, the outside world faded to irrelevance. "Draco," she moaned as she felt herself wetter than before, she then felt herself froze. She needs to give him the same pleasure, it's unfair for his behalf. She dove down towards his hard, erect shaft and licked the head earning a moan come from him. She continued to lick it in earnest, sucked the whole lot and swallowed it to the back of her throat. He groaned in pleasure, "Hermione," he gasped.

" - Mione..." Draco's voice came into her sensitive ears as she tried her hardest to wake up and stay focused. "What are you doing, sleeping outside when you have your own room." He chuckled.

She blinked. He called her Hermione and he joked with her. Is this also a dream? "Am I dreaming?" She blurted out.

He looked at her quizzically and shrugged. "Depends. Would you want me to come in your dreams?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. She blinked yet again. He had joked... again. Is he in medications or something? She giggled, then noticed that he was half dressed... with only his boxers on. She blushed.

"Err," she stammered. "Well, I have to go and sleep."

"Would you like me to come?" He asked slyly as she stood up.

She rolled her eyes fondly. "Oh, really. I would just love for you to go with me on my bed." He shrugged.

"Alright," he walked towards the door of her bedroom but was stopped by her screech.

"Where are you going?" She shouted at him as she ran in front of him, blocking him from going any further.

He glanced at her oddly. "Well you did tell me to go with you to bed," he grinned.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Out! Go to your own bed!" She growled. He chuckled.

"Alright, alright," he waved his hands about in the air. "You don't have to get your knickers in a twist." He turned his back on her and walked towards his room. Hermione watched him open the door. When she was getting ready to close her door, his voice suddenly rang through the Head common room.

"Have a happy wet dream about me again, Granger."

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Hermione squirmed uncomfortably as she sat at the middle of the Head common room. She was finishing her essay and was also waiting for Draco to explain to her whether or not he had heard her... moan his name. She blushed, that was so embarrassing. She felt as if she was on spotlight as she waited impatiently for him to show up. Her fingers tapped anxiously on the Mahogany desk that was in front of the couch that she was sitting on.

She sighed when she heard the door open abruptly. 'About time,' she thought as she sat upright, waiting for him to go around the couch and confront her. Her eyes twitched when she heard the door of his room open and then close. Or perhaps he's just too tired for the night? She growled.

"When confronting Hermione Granger, you're never too tired," she stood up angrily and stalked towards his room. She knocked furiously on his door, seeming to knock it off a little bit. "Malfoy, come out now."

There was a loud thud that came from the room as she shouted her outburst. She smirked triumphantly. 'I hope it hurt too.' She thought smugly as she waited for him to open the door and come face to face with a fuming Hermione... but he didn't. She moaned in annoyance. She kicked the door and shouted, "Sodding git, come out here!"

A grumble can be heard from the inside as she continuously knocked on the door. "What the bloody hell is it, Granger? Can't a bloke sleep in peace?" A snarl followed thereafter. Hermione grinned. Sleeping, is he?

"Alohamora," she whispered as she took her wand out from her pocket and pointed it at the lock. She giggled when it opened. She turned the knob, opened the door and stood frozen at her spot as she glanced at a very naked Draco on the bed with an ice pack on his stomach, a large bruise tainting his alabaster skin.

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End Note: If you have any questions, feel free to ask and if you want me to get back to you, just leave your e-mail. Anyway, the second chapter is finished. I think it deserves some reviews and constructive criticisms. Pretty please?