A/N: Okay I don't know what I'm doing so, this is for my first EVER reviewer! Thank you sooo much Filthy x Gorgeous for reading my story! And that's for the feed back, I had to go back and reread it to find where i wrote the quiet not quite! YAY! I have two reviews now!Thanks Gothhottie for reading! Harry and Ron's faces would have been hysterical wouldn't they :)

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I was woken up by Crookshanks the next morning at seven o'clock. Ah Crookshanks, my reliable alarm clock, I've never over slept since I got him in my third year. I climbed out of bed and peeked out my door into the common room. There was no one there, apparently Malfoy hadn't woken yet. I walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator. I was standing on my tiptoes trying to reach a small glass on the top shelf when a cold voice said behind me, "For the love of God Granger, put on some clothes, I don't need to see your bare ass first thing in the morning."

I jumped at the voice and managed to knock down the glass I had been trying to reach, it hit the ground with a loud shatter and glass flew everywhere. "Well...fuck!" I cried emphatically staring at the gash in my leg where a wayward piece of glass had struck me.

"Fuck? Hmm. No I don't think I'd like to. I've got a headache. Although I am surprised to hear such language from the pristine Gryfindor." I glared at Malfoy as I magically cleaned up the glass and my cut.

"One, the only way I'd ever fuck you Malfoy, is if hell itself froze over. Two, what the hell are you talking about, my bare ass, I'm wearing sleep shorts." I went back over to the cabinet and attempted to reach for another glass.

"Short being the operative word here."

"What?" I asked confused. Malfoy let out a growl of impatience.

"When you reach up for a glass your shorts go up too and all I see is your bare ass. And while usually that would be mildly entertaining its to early to start making your life hell. Give me a few more hours. And when did this cursing phase start?"

I glared at Malfoy and muttered "Accio glass." The glass flew into my hand I poured myself a drink. I passed Malfoy on the way back to my room and gasped as he grabbed my upper arm.

"Just curious Granger, do you always sleep with no underwear on? Easier access for your precious Potter?" I contemplated slapping him but remembered Dumbledore's note. I put a sweet smile on my lips and faced him fully. He smirked back me and I thought 'To hell with Dumbledore's note'.

"No, usually I just sleep naked." Malfoy looked taken aback for a brief second but then his mouth set back into his familiar smirk and started to open his mouth but I beat him to the punch. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, my warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of his neck, "I just love the feel of the smooth, silky, satin rubbing across my belly...over my chest...waking up tangled in those same, now damp sheets, dreaming...dreaming of the wonderful things I could do. Do you know what I'd love to do?"

I ran my hand down his chest coming to rest on his hip while I moved one of my feet between his. "This." As I moved my hand closer to his groin I quickly brought up the knee that I had wedged between his legs catching him off guard and leaving him a quivering pile on the floor as I walked calmly back into my room and locked the door behind me. I sat down on the bed and went over what I had just done.

Okay, maybe I should have thought that out a little bit before I acted, I mean he hated me before but now...now it's going to be personal. But oh...that just felt so good, causing him pain just as he's caused me these many years. I got off the bed and walked over to my wardrobe pulling out the customary uniform. I pulled off my top and decided since I was being a little bad today anyway why not go with something a little naughty.

I opened a drawer and pulled out a lacy black push-up bra and matching boy short underpants. I put on the bra and stepped out of my sleep shorts throwing them into the hamper besides my bed. My baby blue thong followed it. I had finished putting on my underwear when there was a thunderous crash outside my door. Not thinking I ran over and pulled the door open quickly just as a heavy book came fly at the now open door and bashed into my temple like a sack of bricks. And just like that sack of bricks I fell to the floor, the last thing I remember was a soft "Damn."