Disclaimer: It's still not my stuff….except for this plot but you know that…

A/n- Don't worry it stays PG-13…but if you think it goes too much, tell me.

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Caught

Hermione's door snapped shut with a loud bang. Sobs were being issued from her room in continued intervals. Draco Malfoy was pacing around his common room with his head in his hands, occasionally tipping things over or kicking his favorite armchair.

He let out a sigh and ran his hands through his blonde hair, making it messier than it already was. Why does this have to happen to me, he screamed into his head. He grabbed the nearest object, a glass candle holder, and was about to chuck it in the fireplace when he changed his mind. He put it down slowly and sank into a chair.

This was his fault, he finally reasoned. He made a mistake and maybe she would understand. He would have to go up there and beg on his knees. No way, he said, I am not begging for a mudblood's forgiveness. Woah, stop, since when was she 'mudblood'? She's Hermione, your girlfriend.

Honestly, there was no way she would forgive him. She's not thick, she knew exactly what had happened before Draco even had time to try and convince her otherwise. How could he have been so stupid? He had just stood there and accepted it. He didn't do anything to prevent it happening either. Maybe he should have struggled and made it look like he wasn't enjoying it.

Well, I mean, he wasn't enjoying it exactly, was he? No, he said to himself, he had never enjoyed the attention from Pansy. But what made him do it? An entrancing charm? A love potion?

Draco felt very ready to wring Pansy Parkinson's neck. Did she know about him and Hermione and want to ruin it for them? That was a possibility, and he didn't put it below her to do something like that. But, he thought desperately, it could have been worse. Much worse. Pansy could have written to his father, or even worse, Voldemort. But Pansy was much too thick for something like that.

But she did the next best thing. After dinner, she followed Draco and Hermione while they were going back to the common room. Hermione forgot her bag in the Great Hall and doubled back to get it. The rest was history. Pansy pounced on Draco and began sucking the hell out of his lips. Disgusting! But it got worse; Just as Pansy got her tongue into his mouth by prying his lips open (he was still struggling to get her off of him), Hermione rounded the corner.

The silence that followed was deafening. His heart had been beating in his ears and seemed to be trying to dislodge itself from Draco's chest and proceed into his throat. And then, as expected, she had run off, tears stinging her beautiful chocolate colored eyes. Draco had muttered a goodbye to Pansy and walked as fast as he could away from her.

And here we are, back to his pacing the common room in frustration. Slytherins may have courage, but Draco was not in the mood for being a Slytherin. He wished he was still in bed and that it was this morning. He wished even more, even longingly, of the night a week ago in which he and Hermione had slept peacefully together in her room. Damn it, this was messed up.

The portrait door opened to reveal a very disheveled Ginny Weasley, followed by Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Draco looked wearily up at them and saw Ginny's eyes were a fiery red. Parvati's were glazed over and were looking at Draco. Lavender seemed to be struggling with an urge to jump onto Draco.

"I heard the funniest rumor, Malfoy, on my way back to the common room from dinner. I heard you were seen making out with Pansy Parkinson in the hallway?" Ginny said in a dangerously sweet, innocent voice. Draco had to admit, had she not been a Weasley, and he had not been dating Hermione and very much in love with her, well, very much in 'like' with her, he would have considered dating her.

"The rumor, sadly, is true," he said in a defeated voice.

"Knew it! Knew this would happened; I warned her not to get involved with you!" she screamed in rage.

"Now wait a minute! I didn't say I wanted to be pushed into a wall and forced into kissing Parkinson, did I? She came on to me!" he snarled as his short fuse lit itself.

"Oh really, let's see what Hermione has to say," she said as she ran up the stairs to retrieve his very pissed off girlfriend. Lavender and Parvati seated themselves next to Draco on the couch with dreamy expressions of their faces.

"You know Draco, if it doesn't work out with Hermione, I don't have a boyfriend…" Lavender said hopefully. She was very pretty, he admitted to himself, but that was crossing the line. He chucked the finger at her. She gasped and looked away. Parvati seemed to be not noticing she was staring at Draco and not breathing. She finally sighed and looked at the staircase, looking for an interruption.

That much needed interruption came moments later as Ginny appeared out of the staircase dragging a sobbing Hermione with her. Draco looked away from Hermione because he couldn't stand the look she was giving him.

"Malfoy!" Ginny shouted at him. He turned around to see Hermione standing right in front of him. He backed away slowly.

"Why?" Hermione moaned softly at him. She suppressed a sob. Ginny motioned to Lavender and Parvati and they headed upstairs to Hermione's room. Ginny stayed in the corner to watch.

Draco averted his eyes and looked at Ginny instead. "Not my idea," he muttered so softly Hermione had to lean in to hear. Hermione made a noise that sounded like a choke.

"Draco," she said regaining her composure a bit, "you were up against a wall and her tongue was in your mouth!"

"I know…but I didn't ask her to do it! She sorta…pounced on me after you left. I was trying to get away from her but she's strong for a girl! She's a cow she probably weighs more than me!" he complained to her. Please believe me Hermione…he found himself thinking.

"Draco Malfoy I really like you; why are you doing this to me?" she pleaded with him. Those words broke his heart; he hated to see her disappointed in him. He hung his head and ran his hands through his hair again. He looked up at her eyes which were surveying his behavior expertly. She let out a sigh of relief.

"You're not lying, are you?" she said in a sad voice. "Draco, why do you have to always do these things to me?" Suddenly, she jumped onto his lap and kissed him. Draco's eyes widened. Ginny ran upstairs.

"Wh-What?" he spluttered. "One minute you're pissed at me and the next you're kissing me? Girls' hormones…"

"I believe you. Call me crazy, but I believe you," she murmured.

"You're not crazy. I would never do anything like that to you!"

"The dance…" she muttered.

"You said you were fine with that! If that bothered you so much why didn't you tell me…"

"I didn't want to upset you!"

"Damn it, Hermione! You act like I'm a bomb ready to go off," he said in rage.

"I do not! I don't think that…" she said in an unconvinced voice.

"You do, Hermione, you do. You act like if you make me mad I'm going to attack you or something. You should know by now that you can tell me anything that's on your mind," he said. He shrugged his shoulders and began pacing the room again.

"Yeah, just like you tell me everything Draco! Take your own advice," she retorted.

"That's totally different…That stuff has nothing to do with my love life... our love life!"

"Well maybe these things have nothing to do with us either! Did you ever think about my life Draco? I have other problems too, things you could never understand!"

"Make me understand…" he whispered.

"Not until you let me in on what you are hiding!"

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again. "Alright. We can talk, but first, can you please get rid of your friends?"

She laughed and went up to usher them out of the common room. Only after they had all left, the portrait door had been locked for the night, and Hermione had settled herself into her armchair by the fire could they begin their talk.

"So, what do you want to know?" Draco asked nonchalantly.

"What are you doing to get out of this…death eater orientation thing?" she asked.

"Nothing yet. Snape doesn't want me to get out; he wants me to be a spy. But Dumbledore said no…" he explained quickly. "Listen, I don't know much. I'm not exactly hiding things."

"Alright…promise me you'll ask Dumbledore to help?"

"Promise. But enough about me, what about you? Hiding your emotions from me, are you?"

"I'm not hiding emotions; I'm hiding the reason behind the emotions."

"Whatever. Why? What's going on lately? "

"Harry and Ron are mad at me, you're doing things with other people, and I'm starting to fail Charms," she said exasperated.

"I'm doing things- wait! You're failing Charms?"

"Starting to fail…I'm too stressed lately, I can't concentrate."

"Ohh, Hermione. It hasn't been my fault has it?"

"Well…a little…"

"Great. What did I do now?"

"It's my fault too…we've been, you know, doing things, and I can't get my homework done," she said with a guilty voice.

Draco let out a sigh of relief. "Good to see you're lightening up Hermione," he chuckled.

"It's not funny! I can't fail…"

"Yeah, I know, but you have to admit, you have fun, don't you?"

"Yes, but that's beside the point. We have to stop until I get my grade back up."

He thought this over for awhile and then decided it was for the best. "Fine, but we don't have to, you know, break up do we?"

"Of course not," she said. The knot in Draco's heart unraveled itself.

"So what about this fight you're in with Potty and Weasel?"

"Draco Malfoy, I punched you once I'm not afraid to do it again!"

"Alright, alright. So, what's up with you guys?"

"The only reason we argue anymore; you."

"Can't they get over it?"

"They aren't jealous; they are concerned about me. If you stopped pulling stunts they would not have a reason to be concerned."

"I told you, that wasn't my fault. I mean," he said, standing up, "all she did was this." He pushed Hermione into the common room wall and glued his lips onto hers, letting his tongue in without any recognition from her. He paused to let her have her word.

"That is definitely something Draco," she said while panting. "Ok, I may believe you, but they aren't going to! Draco, you have to become friends with them!"

"But…I…"

"Because my friends mean the world to me…and if it came down to you or them, I think…I think I'd probably pick them," she regretfully. So that was it; it was they get along or he loses her. Why was she so…ugh!

"Potter. You'd pick Potter and Weasley. Over me."

"Don't take it that way! You know I like you…but they are my friends and they mean a whole lot to me."

"I understand…I just thought I should mean more…"

"You can mean more, but we aren't close enough. For one, people don't even know about us. And two, my friends are still angry about us. So until we figure these things out…" Draco's lips roughly cut off the end of that sentence. Hermione pushed him back a few feet until he tripped onto the couch. She lied down on top of him and continued kissing him. She wrapped her arms around him and put her tongue into his mouth. He was in total heaven.

He placed his hands on her stomach and massaged them around for a little, getting closer and closer to where he would really like to be. She had said he could do it, though he had never dared go this far. As he went farther and farther up her shirt, her breathing became a bit heavier and Draco could hear her heart pounding. He went up a bit farther, finally reaching the destination. Target landed, he said to himself and laughed in his head.

His hands were tight, as she had been wearing a blouse that day, so he took out his hands and began to unbutton her shirt. He moved his lips and kissed her neck lightly. She moaned softly and Draco smiled. Just as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and he had successfully taken it off of her, he heard the door unclick. No! He thought to himself.

Ginny Weasley arrived through their door looking very pleased about something. The smile on her face quickly faded when she saw the couple. "Oh my god…oh my god…Hermione I am so sorry!" she said quickly before running away.

Hermione's eyes were wide open and her face resembled a tomato. Draco could feel his face pale a bit as well. "Draco, can you get off?" Hermione said quietly. Draco got off of her and sat down on the floor and looked at Hermione. She put back on her shirt carefully and said to him, "How did she get in? I locked that door!" before she ran upstairs to her room.

The door opened again just as Hermione whipped out of site, snapping her door shut for the second time in an hour. It was Ginny again, looking very flustered. "That was the most embarrassing thing ever, I'm so sorry!" she said. Draco nodded.

"I don't care, Hermione does."

"Let's talk to her then."

"Both of us?"

"I think we should have a little chat," she said in her dangerously sweet voice.

"You are not my parents!"

"I've noticed. Just come with me Malfoy, don't be smart," she said in an annoyed tone and dragged him up the stairs to Hermione's bedroom. Ginny knocked and opened the door. Hermione was lying in her bed. Reading a book. She was reading a book. She came up here to read a book.

"Get out Malfoy," she said without looking to see who came out.

"Why not Draco? And Ginny is here too," he added.

"WHAT!" she said as she turned around so fast she landed on the floor with a thud. Ginny suppressed a giggled and finally let go of Draco's hand. Hermione's face was now a deep shade of magenta.

"Hermione, you, me and Draco are going to have a talk," she said nicely. Hermione put on a pout but let them sit anyways.

"What do you want weaselette?" Draco asked jerkily. Hermione silenced him with a look.

"Sorry, you know, I figured you guys would just talk, that's all. I didn't know talking required that much…lip movement, if you know what I mean." She laughed again. Hermione looked liked she had been slapped. "Anyways, I apologize. But you two have got some explaining to do," she said seriously.

"As in what?" Hermione asked. She reddened again.

"I didn't know you two had gone that far," she said and giggled again.

"That's none of your business," Hermione said as she took the words right out of Draco's mouth.

"I'm your best friend, don't you at least tell me these things?" she said.

"It's embarrassing."

"Again, that's what best friends are for. To talk to about this stuff. I know what it's like, I can help you…"

"Don't tell me you got this far?" Draco laughed.

"Actually I have but I can tell you I didn't get caught."

"That door was locked!"

"That's my fault I didn't think I would see…see…that on the couch. I'm glad I've never walked in on you guys before."

"It wouldn't have mattered before tonight. This was the first time…" Hermione muttered. Ginny gasped and cursed.

"I better…I better go…see you tomorrow Hermione." With that, Ginny left and left Hermione looking me straight in the eyes. What did I do?

"That was so embarrassing," she confessed.

"I shouldn't have. It was my fault."

"Both of our faults, it should have been upstairs. And I'm glad you did."

"What do you mean? We are lucky it was Ginny! If it was Harry or Ron…I shudder to think…" Draco barked at her.

"It's no big deal. It was bound to happen eventually. And I mean, it's not like it was totally worthless," she said quietly.

"I've done it a thousand times," he said. Then he quickly cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry."

She gulped back what seemed to be an oncoming sob. "Forget about it, I knew those things about you. But no denying it, it comes in handy, doesn't it?" she said. She wasn't even smiling; she was smirking at him.

"You like that, naughty girl?"

She hesitated. "Yeah, I definitely enjoyed it." And she smirked again.

"Again?"

"Sounds good to me…"

We'll leave them at it.

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After a fun little event, Draco found himself granted a gift. Hermione had fallen asleep on top of him, and he had sneaked out from under her, gone to change, and came back, slipping into bed next to her. He drifted calmly into sleep, but she wasn't quite asleep as he thought.

"I think I may love you Draco Malfoy," she whispered softly and rested her head on his strong chest.

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A/n- Had to add that last bit. Hope you liked it and it wasn't too…detailed. Yeah… If you liked it or even if you didn't, please review!

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